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Subject: {ASSM} RP Playing the Game Chap. 9/30 (mf rom)
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In advance of the sequel, entitled "Playing the Game II: Playing to Win", I 
am reposting Book I in its entirety over the next several days.

Enjoy.




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PLAYING THE GAME
by Reverend Cotton Mather



- 9 -

BEING PREPARED


It turned out that I was wrong about something else that afternoon,
too, since it wasn't Kayla that I was with when I opened up my first
condom.

Josh and I went back over to his house after we left the drug store.
We went upstairs to look for a good hiding place for his rubbers,
someplace neither his parents nor his sisters would look.  He finally
decided to open up the box and hide the packets in some of his balled-
up socks in the back of his underwear drawer.  He also tucked two
into his wallet.  "For emergencies," he pronounced seriously.

"Emergencies!" I howled, and laughed until I cried.  "At least I know
who I can come to in case of emergency," I said, wiping tears from my
eyes.

"Hey, you guys," came a voice from the doorway.  "What's so funny in
there?"  Josh's twin sister Molly stuck her head in the room.  "Hi,
Sean.  What are you guys laughing so hard about?"

"Nothing," grumbled Josh.  "Just some guy stuff you wouldn't
understand."

"Guy stuff?  That sounds like a convenient excuse just to not even
try to explain," said Molly with a grimace.  "Come on, give it up.
What are you guys doing?"  She stepped into the room and stared us
both down.  She was dressed in a halter-top and shorts that left her
midriff bare.  Why is it that a bare midriff on a fit, young female
is such an aphrodisiac?  I couldn't stop looking at her.

To compensate for my suddenly tight shorts, I sat down on the bed and
crossed my arms and openly stared at her.

"Christ, Molly, why is it that only girls can have secret stuff to
talk about?  Sean and I were just bullshitting.  Really.  We weren't
talking about anything in particular."

"Yeah, right," she replied sarcastically.  "Just bullshitting.  Well,
I know that's what you're doing now, to me, anyway."

I decided that I would let the two stubborn Irish kids butt heads for
a while.  No sense sticking my nose in and getting it bent, I thought
as I sat back to enjoy the fireworks.

I had known both Josh and Molly since about the second grade, and
they both had flashpoint tempers that could go off at any time.
Both, however, were just as quick to get over it, and to the best of
my knowledge neither of them had ever carried a grudge away from any
argument they had been a part of.  Their fiercest fights were with
each other, as was to be expected of brothers and sisters.  But they
also were the first to jump to each other's defense if someone else
was involved.  It was a little complicated for a dumb jock like me to
figure out, so I usually let these things run their course with no
interference.  I figured that if I kept my mouth shut, I couldn't get
into any trouble saying the wrong thing.  It worked more often than
not for me, and it worked this time, too.

Besides, just sitting and watching Molly while she was otherwise
occupied was pleasure enough for me.

So there I sat, not paying any attention to what was being said,
letting their voices wash over me while I contentedly watched Molly's
skin flush with anger, when she suddenly reached out and grabbed the
paper sack that held my purchase from the floor.

"Hey!" I shouted, reaching for the bag a fraction too slowly.  Molly
opened the bag and looked in, just out of my reach.

"And what do we have here?" she murmured as she pulled out the box of
condoms.  "Why, Sean, you little devil.  Are these yours?"  She
looked at me coyly, with a big smile on her face.

"Sure," I said as bravely as I could.  "They're mine.  Of course
they're mine.  Whose else would they be?"  I sat back down again,
feigning indifference that she had found them.

She looked at the sales receipt, and broke into a wide grin.  "Well,
well.  It seems that you got these today, according to this receipt.
And less than an hour ago, too."  She put the receipt back in the bag
and examined the box.  "Hmmm...lubricated...medium...box of 12..."
She looked up at me, a gleam in her eyes.  "How long do you think
it's going to take you to use a dozen of these things?  Or is this
your yearly supply?"

I stood and grabbed the box out of her hands and roughly shoved it
back into the bag.  "Very funny, Moll.  A year's supply, huh."

"Wait a minute!" she cried suddenly.  "Now I understand!  Josh, you
are a sneaky one.  If Sean just bought these, that means that you got
some too, didn't you?"  She walked over to his dresser and started
opening drawers to search for them.  "Where are they?  Come on, Josh,
show me."

Josh ran over and shoved his dresser drawers closed.  "Cut it out,
Molly," he said.

"I know you've got them here, Josh.  Just show me where, I promise I
won't tell anybody."  She looked over at me, and moved toward me and
leaned down to grab my hand to pull me up.  "Come on, Sean, show me
where he's keeping them."

I resisted, making her pull a little harder.  Her halter top gapped
at the top while she was bent toward me, giving me just the briefest
glimpse of the pale shadow of her tan line at her breasts before the
material tightened against her again as she pulled.  She couldn't
pull me up, so she dropped to her knees and clasped my hand to her
bosom and batted her eyes at me.  "Please, Sean?  Show me?  As a
favor to me?"

A lot of evil thoughts played themselves out in my mind at her words
as she clutched my hand to the swells of her chest.  She was making
it hard to think straight.  I distractedly noticed that the tops of
her tanned thighs were very lightly freckled.

"Molly, let him go.  All right, I'll show you.  Christ, but you're a
pain sometimes," grumbled Josh.

Molly jumped up with a squeal, and hopped over to Josh as he opened
his socks drawer.  "They're right here," he said as he unrolled a
pair of his socks.  Four packets tumbled out, and Molly picked them
up.

"Neat!" she cried as she turned the packet over.  "How do these
things go on?" she asked, almost to herself.

"Well, I'm certainly not going to show you!" huffed Josh, a shocked
look on his face.

"I wasn't talking to you, brother mine," said Molly, punching him in
the arm.  "I was speaking hypothetically, anyway.  I don't want you
to SHOW me, for God's sake."

"Oh," mumbled Josh.  "Sorry.  Well, you just roll it on, I guess."

"I guess," said Molly quietly as she examined the packet.  "So," she
said as she tucked the packets back into Josh's sock, "you think
Shayna's ready for this?"

Josh shut his dresser drawer and sat down on the bed next to me.
Molly sat down on my other side and leaned back on her arms so she
could to talk to Josh.

"She says she is," Josh said.  "I just want to have everything set,
anyway."

"Just like a Boy Scout, right?  'Be Prepared'.  Who are you prepared
for, Sean?  I didn't know you were going out with anyone."

"I'm not going out with anyone," I said.  "But it never hurts to be
at the ready, does it?"

"Well," she said almost to herself, "I guess not.  It's just that I
don't know if I will ever find anybody to be ready for."

"What's the matter, Molly, your love life got you down?"  Josh didn't
sound very sympathetic.

"What love life?  I don't have one.  I've never had one.  I probably
never will have one."  With that, she shoved herself up and walked
dejectedly out of the room.

"What's up with her?" I asked.  "What did she mean by that?"

"Aw, she's just upset because she's never been out on a date, or
anything. She sees me with Shayna, and she thinks something's wrong
with her because no boy's ever asked her out or anything."

"You're kidding.  She's drop-dead gorgeous, and she's never gone
out?  That's pretty strange."

"It's true, though.  I get guys asking me all the time about her, but
I guess they're just too shy or something to call her.  She gets
depressed about it sometimes, that's all."

"Wow, I never would have thought it.  You just sort of assume that
the really pretty ones are always out on dates, and chasing them away
with a stick.  Hey, but what about Heather?"

"Oh, Heather's a different story.  She's been going out with Evan
ever since sophomore year.  I think that bothers Molly, too, that
Heather found a boyfriend she's kept all this time while Molly has
never had the opportunity."

"Man, I'm blown away.  I never would have guessed."

"Hey, Sean, why don't you ask her out?  I know she likes you."

"Oh, man, I don't know..."

"Yeah, go ahead.  You two would get along fine," Josh said.  "Just
don't let me hear that you're planning on using these things on her,
okay?" he added, kicking at my sack of condoms.  "She is my sister,
after all."

"Okay, Josh, I'll think about it.  Calling her, I mean."

"No, man, don't call her.  Do it now.  Go down and knock on her door
and talk to her."

"Now?  I don't think so.  What if she says no?  I'd rather do it on
the phone."

Josh looked disgusted.  "What a chickenshit.  Go, Sean.  Knock on her
door and just talk to her for a little bit.  I've got to call Shayna
anyway, so while I'm on the phone, just go say hi to her."

He left the room to call his girlfriend, leaving me alone and nervous
about talking to Molly.  Finally I decided that I really had nothing
to lose by going down and just saying hello, so I left Josh's room
and went down the hall to Molly's room and knocked on the door.

I heard her muffled voice call out.  "What do you want, Josh?"

"Um...it's me, Sean.  Josh went downstairs to call Shayna."

The door opened just a crack.  "Oh, hi.  What's up?" Molly asked.

"Uh, nothing...I just thought I'd come down and see what was up with
you while Josh was on the phone."

"Sure, okay," she said, opening the door.  "Come on in."

I walked into her room and automatically looked at her window.  The
blinds were up, and I could see the tree I had been in at the back of
their yard.  "Look, Molly, I'm sorry if Josh or I said anything to
get you upset," I started.

"No, no," she interrupted, "it's not anything you guys said.  Well,
not anything you said, anyway, Sean.  Josh just knows which buttons
to push, though, and he loves pushing them.  But don't worry about
me.  He's got buttons I know how to push, too."

I laughed, and she smiled at me.

"Hey, Sean, I'm babysitting over at the Wilkinsons tonight.  You want
to come over and watch TV with the boys and me?" she asked.

"Okay, sure.  What time?"

"Come over about 7:30 or so.  The boys will still be up, and we can
goof around with them for a little before they have to go to sleep.
Mrs. Wilkinson will be out until about 10:00."

"Okay," I said.  I got up to go find Josh again, mentally shaking my
head.  Now why were you getting all worked up and nervous for
nothing, I thought to myself.  Sometimes life takes a right turn on
you, just when you thought you were looking at a nice, straight road
to travel.



(Continued in Chapter 10)





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