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From: karigold_sky@hotmail.com (Kari Gold)
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Subject: {ASSM} MSM #2 - Uncut (MMMMf, tease)
Date: Wed, 19 Dec 2001 16:10:06 -0500
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This story is my property ... not that anyone would want to steal it,
but, hey, who knows what kind of weirdos are out there.  Oh yeah,
adults only, too (yeah, right!)



Kari Gold - Middle School Mysteries #2 

Uncut



"Wyatt is like TOTALLY in love with you!" Juanita Walker squealed over
the cell phone, her words spilling out uncontrollably.  "He like told
Blaine and Josh and everybody that you were like the HOTTEST girl in
the entire school and that he was going to ask you to Winter Formal
and everything.  You know, then we could double - me and Blaine and
you and Wyatt.  That'd be like sooo kewl, you know.  We can go find
some totally HOT dresses and everything.  This is gonna like totally
ROCK!"

"He has to ask me first, girlfriend," Kari Gold tried to put the
brakes on her best friend's enthusiasm for the moment.  The last thing
Kari needed to do was get caught up in another one of Juanita Walker's
pipe dreams.  For all Kari knew, Wyatt Clifford never said anything to
Blaine or Josh, and it was all part of Juanita's overactive
imagination.  It wouldn't be the first time.

"He is like so TOTALLY going to ask you out!" Juanita shot back.

Click-click ...  The "Call Waiting" feature on Kari's cell phone alerted
her that she had another incoming phone call.  "Hey, I've got another
call. Can you hold?"

"Duh!!" Juanita fired back.  "Lose 'em, Kari -- unless it's Wyatt.  Is
it Wyatt?  Do you think it's Wyatt?"

"What's his number?" Kari asked, studying the Caller ID read-out on
her cell phone.

"How the hell should I know?"

"The call's local," Kari told her friend, "but I don't know it."

"I bet it's him," Juanita insisted.  "See?  I told you!"

"Hang on.  I'm going to check this out." Kari clicked her cell phone
and put Juanita on hold.  She looked at the incoming phone number
again.  (515) 555 6345.  It was definitely local.  She pressed the
Receive button.  "Hello?"

"Is this Kari Gold?" a girl asked.  The voice sounded to be about
Kari's age, but it wasn't familiar.

"Yeah, you got me," Kari replied.  "Who is this?"

"Tammy Clement," the girl answered.  "From school - we have study hall
together."

"Um, I know who you are ..." Immediately, Kari's photographic memory
kicked out an detailed image of the girl - 5'2", approximately 90-100
lbs., teased blond hair (no dark roots either), wide blue eyes, pouty
lips, thin waist, wide hips, above average-sized breasts for a
seventh-grader.  Kari was TOTALLY puzzled.  Tammy Clement was a stoner
chick in LD classes who had never spoken one word to her since the
beginning of the year.  What was she doing calling her on the phone
now?  "What's up?"

"I need to talk with you," Tammy spoke slowly, like she was afraid of
something.  "I .. uh .. think I need your help."

"My help ..?"

"Yeah, you're .. uh .. really smart and stuff, huh ..?" Tammy
stammered.

"I'm not helping you or anyone else cheat in school, if that's what
you're trying to get at," Kari responded, anticipating what the girl
wanted.

Ever since grade school, so-called "tough girls" had been trying to
bully Kari Gold into helping them cheat in school.  Since entering
Stratford Middle School in August, a few eighth graders and stoner
chicks had already approached her demanding her "assistance" and
threatening retaliation if she refused.  When they wouldn't take "No"
for an answer, Kari had to show them that she meant business.  After
spending the last three years learning Tai Kwon Do and earning her
black belt, Kari Gold was no one's victim.  By now she thought they
all would have gotten the message.

"Uh .. this has nothing to do with cheating," Tammy explained.  "It's
not about school."

"Okay, I'm listening .." Kari answered.  "Now what do you want to ask
me?"

"It's .. uh .. kind of hard to explain .."

"Well you'd better start trying, or I'm going to hang up, okay ..?
I'm on another call .."

"It has to do with some guys .." Tammy blurted.  "High school guys.  I
was messing around with them, and something happened."

"I don't see what any of this has to do with me," Kari commented, both
annoyed and puzzled now.  

Besides being a TOTAL stoner chick, Tammy Clement was also a KNOWN
SLUT .. the BIGGEST SLUT IN THE SEVENTH GRADE, as a matter of fact.
Everybody knew she'd already done it with a whole bunch of guys at
school.  Rumor had it that she was screwing middle school guys when
she was in the fifth grade and high school guys now that was in middle
school.  This in addition to the middle-school stoners she also messed
around with.  Word was Tammy Clement would spread for ANYONE - guy OR
chick - who was HOT and had some drugs.  Which made Kari Gold wonder
why Tammy had called her.  She didn't have drugs, and she certainly
didn't want to get mixed up with Tammy and her crowd.

"I .. uh .. saw you on the news last month and read all that stuff in
the newspaper," Tammy went on.  "That stuff about when you helped the
cops bust that pervert in the furniture store .."

"Mm hmm ..?"

"You're like a detective, right ..?" Tammy asked.

"I guess .."

"That's what I need, a detective," Tammy responded.

"I see," Kari was definitely intrigued by now.  "So why don't you call
the cops then?"

"It's ..uh .. not the kind of thing I can call the cops about," Tammy
stuttered.  "It's like REAL private .. and it has to do with boys.  I
don't want everyone knowing about this, you know ..?"

"What?" Kari asked herself silently.  "That you fuck around with high
school boys?  Big secret, honey."  She bit her tongue and remained
quiet.

"You still there?" Tammy inquired after a long silence.

"Yeah," Kari answered.  "Listen, I know it's going to be hard, but
you're going to have to tell me what this is all about.  Just hold on
a sec, though, okay ..?  I've got my bud hanging on the other line,
and I need to cut her loose."

"Okay .."

Kari clicked over to Juanita.  "You still there?"

"YES!!!" Juanita fumed.  "Who the hell was that?"

"It's this chick from my English class."  Kari scrambled around in her
mind for a convincing lie.  "She was out sick the last few days and
needs the assignments.  I'll call you back, okay ..?"

"Make it quick, girlfriend," Juanita snapped back.  "We have MAJOR
ISSUES to discuss here."

"Okay ..in a few .."  Kari clicked back over to Tammy.  "You still
there?"

"Uh huh .." Tammy answered.  "This is private, you know.  What I'm
about to tell you .. TOTALLY PRIVATE!"

"You have my solemn oath," Kari answered.  "As a detective."

"You'd better be serious," Tammy replied.  "Because this isn't a joke.
It's my life."

"You're just going to have to trust me, okay ..?" Kari assured her.
"Now if you want my help, you're going to have to tell me what this is
all about .. and I mean EVERYTHING.  Don't leave anything out.  I
can't help you unless I know everything."

"I missed my period," Tammy whispered after a pregnant pause.  "I'm
knocked up, okay ..?"

"So what do you want me to do?"

"I need you to help me find out whose brat it is."

"You don't know?" Kari was mortified.

"Yeah .. I mean 'No,' I mean .. I do know, but not exactly .."

"Um, pardon me for asking," Kari interrupted.  "But just how many guys
have you screwed in the last two months?"

"Um .. 22 .. I think .."

"Oh .."  Kari stopped before she said anything else.  WOW!

"Listen, that doesn't have anything to do with this .."

"Um, you HAVE taken family living, haven't you ..?" Kari asked, her
voice thick with exasperation.

"Listen, I don't screw guys who don't wear rubbers, okay ..?  I'm not
some stupid slut."

"Mm hmm .."

"Listen, are you going to help me, or what ..?"

"I'm listening .." Kari suppressed a snicker.

"This guy who fucked me wasn't wearing a rubber.  He's like the only
guy I've ever fucked who didn't have a condom.  That's how I know it
has to be him."

"So you have your answer then," Kari concluded.  "I don't see what you
need me for."

"Because I don't know WHO it was who didn't have the rubber.  You see,
I was messing around with these high school guys - Jonathan Stuckey,
Sanjay Patel, Michael Taylor, Deacon Harris .."

"You were banging four high school guys?" Kari asked.  "At the same
time?"

"Yeah, we were partying.  They had some SERIOUS Wet, you know.  They
said they'd share if I got wild with them, you know.  So I was down
with that.  I mean these guys were TOTALLY HOT, you know.  We all got
WRECKED, and I let them tie me up and blindfold me and stuff.  We were
down in Deacon's basement, and there's this crawl space in there.  So
they tied me up in there like I was in a dungeon and stuff, and then
they would come in one at a time and screw me.  It was pretty awesome,
you know ..."

"I can imagine," Kari tried not to sound too sarcastic.

"That's when it happened," Tammy explained.  "I was blindfolded and
tied up, and one of them came in there and fucked me barebacked.  So I
don't know WHO it was."

"You don't have any idea?"

"No, I was stoned and couldn't see a thing.  I do have one clue,
though," Tammy offered.

"What?"

"He was uncut .. uncircumcised, you know ..?"

"Okay .."

"That's real rare, you know," Tammy continued.  "I mean I've fucked
like over one-hundred and fifty guys since I was 11, and this was the
first uncut cock I've EVER seen.  I mean I've been with white guys,
blacks, spics, chinks ..and they've all been circumcised.  I mean I
didn't know they even made uncircumcised cocks anymore."

"So the uncut guy was the one without the rubber, and he's the one who
knocked you up ..?" Kari thought aloud.

"Exactly," Tammy answered.  "That's why I need your detective skills.
You need to find out which guy this is without getting them all
suspicious.  All I want to do is find the guy who knocked me up and
make him pay for the abortion.  That's all.  I don't want any of the
rest of them to know.  I don't need this kind of shit spread around
school.  You've gotta get with them all and somehow find out who it
was.  I was thinking maybe you could just give them all blowjobs, and
then tell me who was uncut.  I can handle the rest from there."

"Uh .. NO ..??!"  Kari exploded in laughter.  "I am NOT going to suck
off a bunch of high school guys to see which one is uncut.  If that's
all you want to do, why don't you just do it yourself?"

"I would, but my parents found some syringes in my room and FREAKED,
and now I'm grounded BIG TIME.  So I can't do ANYTHING.  That's why I
called you.  You've gotta help me.  There's no one else who can.  You
gotta get them to show you their cocks so you can find the guy."

"Listen, that is not how we're going to solve this," Kari told the
slutty seventh-grader.

"I don't see any other way," Tammy protested.

"That's why I'm the detective, and you're not," Kari reassured her.
"I'll take care of it.  I am going to charge you for this little
investigation, though.  I'm a professional, you know."

"Whatever," Tammy replied.  "How much?"

"I charge $50 a day," Kari answered.  "Plus expenses .."

"I'll pay you $50 if you solve this for me by the end of the day,"
Tammy responded.

"Deal," Kari agreed.  "Now I've got work to do."

-------

Kari Gold found Jonathan Stuckey, Sanjay Patel, Michael Taylor and
Deacon Harris hanging out at Deacon Harris' house -- the scene of the
crime.  They hadn't been that hard to find.  The four high school boys
were notorious drug dealers in town, and all the kids in Stratford
knew they could always be found doing business at Deacon's house.

When Kari pulled her bicycle into the Harris's driveway, she could
hear teenage male voices from inside the closed garage.  Judging by
the absence of cars in the driveway, Kari surmised Deacon's parents
were not home.  She walked up to the garage door, peered through the
window and spied inside.

Deacon, Sanjay, Michael and Jonathan were lounging about in lawn
chairs, drinking beers and smoking pot.  Deacon was a large black boy
who could have been playing varsity football for the Stratford
Warriors if he wasn't such a slacker pot-head.  Sanjay was a
brown-complexioned boy with slender arms and a hairy face.  Jonathan
was a real hardcore stoner, complete with runic tattoos and piercings
that augmented his wavy brown hair and wide brown eyes.  Michael, a
tall angular blond boy with huge hands, strummed a guitar as the boys
talked.  Kari rapped on the garage door and waited a moment for it to
open.

"Yeah?" Deacon asked.  "What do you want?"

"I was wondering if I could talk to you guys for a few minutes," Kari
responded.

"What's your name?" Deacon smiled, obviously mistaking Kari for a
customer.

"Kari .. Can I come in?"

"Sure," Deacon ushered Kari inside the garage and closed the door
behind her.  "Guys," he announced, "this is Kari.  She came over to
'talk.'"  Deacon's comments were greeted with a chorus of snickers.

"Hey, how old are you, baby?" Jonathan asked.

"Twelve," Kari answered.

"You're in ..what .. seventh grade?" Michael queried.

"Mm hmm .." Kari replied.

"Do you know .. um .. What was her name again ..?  The chick from
Stratford Middle ..?" Deacon turned to Sanjay.

"Tammy .. Clemons .." Sanjay answered with a big smile.  "Sweet Tammy
..."

"You mean Tammy Clement?" Kari asked innocently.

"Yeah, her," Deacon answered.  "That's her name.  Do you know her?"

"Mm hmm," Kari nodded her head.  "She's the one who told me about you
guys."

"And let me guess," Jonathan laughed.  "You came over looking for the
same kind of deal ..?"

"Kind of, I guess," Kari smiled.  "I just want to make sure you guys
are cool and everything."

"We're cool, baby," Sanjay laughed.  "Your friend Tammy should have
told you that."

"So you want to party then?" Deacon asked, eyeing Kari's lithe, nubile
body like a tiger sizing up a young antelope doe.

"Can we talk first?" Kari asked innocently.  "Before I .. you know ..
'party' with guys, I like to talk and stuff.  I mean I'm not some slut
or something."

"Of course you aren't, baby," Michael laughed.  "None of us think you
are, do we, guys ..?"  They all assured Kari they didn't.  "We can
talk a little bit, if that's what you want.  Here's a beer and a
joint.  Why don't you just kick back and chill with us?"  Michael
pulled up an empty lawn chair and Kari sat down.

Sanjay offered her a beer, and she accepted.  She popped open the tab
and sipped the cold, bitter liquid.  Then she took a puff on the blunt
that Jonathan offered her, being careful not to inhale too deeply.

"Can I ask you a question?" Kari batted her eyes at Deacon.

"Sure," the big black boy answered.  "Whatever you want to know?"

"How did you get the name Deacon?" she asked.  "That's a kind of odd
name."

"Get this ..?" he laughed.  "My dad is a Seventh Day Adventist
preacher.  When I was born, he thought I looked like his church's
deacon.  So he called me Deacon."

"That's hilarious," Kari feigned amusement.  "My family is really
religious and stuff, too.  IT SUCKS!  I can't do anything or wear any
real cool clothes like I want."  She looked over at Jonathan.  "I
guess you don't have that problem, do you ..?"

"I don't get you?" he answered.

"Well, look at you - all those tattoos and piercings and stuff."  Kari
smiled.  "Your parents can't be religious at all if they let you look
like that.  Those are way cool tattoos, too.  Are those like Chinese
characters or something?"

"Fuck that chink shit," Jonathan laughed.  "These are sacred runes.
My old man's a hardcore Odinist!  Do you know what that is?"  He
smiled smugly as Kari shook her head dumbly.  "We worship the old
Norse Gods.  My dad gave me all these tattoos himself."  He showed her
one on his arms.  "I got this one when I was like two years old, right
after my dad got of prison.  He would have given it to me right when I
was born if he hadn't've been locked up.  These aren't just tattoos,
they're magical symbols.  They give me power."

"In your dreams," Sanjay laughed.  "Jonny Boy's full of crap, baby.
His dad's just a white trash racist."

"We're not racists," Jonathan protested.  "I mean I'm hanging out with
you guys, aren't I - a dot-head and a nigger?" he chuckled.

"Watch who you're calling a nigger, cracker," Deacon bristled.

"So where are all you guys from?" she asked.

"From right here, baby," Deacon laughed.  "Whattaya think?"

"You were all born here in Stratford?" Kari asked.

Deacon , Jonathan and Sanjay answered yes, but Michael shook his head.
"I moved here when I was six," Michael explained.

"Where were you from originally?" Kari asked.

"Sweden," he answered.  "I'm the real Aryan around here," he winked at
Jonathan while the other boy scowled.

"Really?" Kari perked up.  "Wow!  I guess you do kind of look
Swedish."

"My mom is," he explained.  "My dad met her while he was over there on
business.  She was training to become a nun," he laughed.

"Your Catholic then?" Kari asked.

"Guilty as charged," Michael replied.

"He's a fucking altar boy," Sanjay laughed.  "He's got a picture of
the Pope in his room.  If you don't watch out, he'll try and convert
you."

"How about you?" Kari asked Sanjay.  "What are you?"

"My family is Indian," he answered, "but I'm from here.  Totally.  My
parents really stress that."  He paused, a look of suspicion in his
eyes.  "Why?"

"Just curious," she smiled.  "Are you like Arabic or something?"

"I'm Indian," he rolled his eyes at Kari like she was a small child.
"Arabs are from the Middle East.  My family is from India."

"So you're like a Muslim or something?"

"Hindu," he explained patiently.

"Cool," she nodded, sipping the beer and taking another hit from the
joint.  "Are your parents like really serious about religion and
stuff?  I mean Hinduism has all those weird gods with all those crazy
arms and stuff, don't they ..?"

"Yeah," he answered, "kind of.  I really don't know a lot about that
stuff, okay ..?"

"Do you guys have rubbers?" Kari asked flat out.  "I mean for later
..?"

"Hell, yes," Deacon boomed.  "You getting horny, ain't you, baby?"

"Yeah," Kari giggled.  "I want some hard dick in me - everywhere."
She batted her eyes at all of them then licked her lips.  "I hope you
guys can help me out."  

"If you talked to your friend Tammy, then you already know the answer
to that," Sanjay boasted.  "You sure you're up to handling the four of
us?"

"If I wasn't up for it, I wouldn't be here," Kari giggled.  "Boy, I'm
getting HOT," she teased.  Arching her eyebrows seductively, she
lifted her sweatshirt, exposing her flat, bare tummy and the bottom of
her sports bra.  Their attention momentarily misdirected, none of the
boys saw her reach into her pocket and hang up her cell phone.

"Oh yeah, baby," Michael gasped.  "Show us those tits.  You've got
some nice tits for a seventh grader, you know that ..?"

"So I've been told," she giggled naughtily.

Then suddenly her cell phone rang.  She scooped it out of her
sweatshirt pocket and looked at the Caller ID.

"It's my mom .. SHIT!" Kari pouted.  "Don't worry, though.  I can
handle this."  She put her finger up to her mouth and shhhed the older
boys.  They quieted right down with big smiles on their faces.  She
clicked on the phone.  "Hello?"  she paused.  "But moooooom .." she
whined.  "OKAY .. okay ... I'll get right home.  BYE!"  She clicked
off the phone.  "FUCK!"  She turned to the boys and shrugged her
shoulders.  "My mom needs to go out for awhile.  I've got to baby-sit
my brat brother.  She won't be long.  I can be back in like an
hour-and-a-half, okay ..?"

"Sure, baby," Deacon smiled.  "We'll be here, don't you worry."

"I am like SO WET!" Kari gushed.  "I really want to be fucked good.
THIS SUCKS!"  She stood up and Deacon opened the garage door, letting
her out.  She hopped on her bike and started pedaling home.  When she
rounded the corner, she snapped the cell phone back out of her pocket
and speed dialed that Tammy had given her.

"I'm done," she announced to Tammy.

"You're what?" Tammy asked.  "I was listening to the whole thing on my
phone.  You didn't find out shit," Tammy snapped.  "I'm not paying you
a cent."

"I'm pretty sure I know who has the uncircumcised cock," Kari
interrupted, "if you're still interested."

"How?" Tammy replied.  "How could you possibly know that?  You didn't
even ask them about sex or anything?"

"Do you want to know or not?" Kari smiled, dying to reveal the answer
to Tammy.

---------------

HOW DID KARI GOLD FIGURE OUT WHO HAS THE UNCUT COCK?

PLEASE SEND YOUR ANSWERS TO  karigold_sky@hotmail.com .  Everyone who
answers correctly will receive a free prize.

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