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In advance of the release of the continuation of the story, I am reposting 
Book I in its entirety.  But you're probably tired of hearing me say that.  
Okay, then, on to Chapter 25>

Enjoy!






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PLAYING THE GAME
by Reverend Cotton Mather



- 25 -

TRICKS AND TREATS



I was indeed paroled.  I had a certain amount of my freedom back,
but I had to call them and let them know where I was and what I was
doing at all times.  It was a pain, but it was better than it was.

The next Monday, the Metro Times carried an even bigger story about
our game, even though we had lost.  I was embarrassed to read that I
was being touted as "the defensive specialist who was also a scoring
threat", after my assist in the first half.

I didn't want all the attention I started getting.  Hell, I was only
15 years old.  I wanted to just go out and have fun playing the game.

By the end of October, the Rockton game was our only loss.  We would
be seeded first in the conference playoffs.  Rockton was seeded
second, and we might have a chance to play them again for the
conference finals, with luck.

  I still wasn't allowed to go out and hang out with just Molly, and
we weren't able to wangle any time alone.  Molly was complaining more
and more about being unable to scratch her "itch", and I was
beginning to think of her as being much more sexually driven than any
other kids I knew, which was saying an awful lot.  I was worried that
the boyfriend-girlfriend relationship was suffering because of our
inability to have any intimate time together.  Besides that, I was
getting pretty horny, too, and her complaints didn't help much.

Around two weeks before the end of October, Molly and Tessa decided
they would have a costume party at Molly's house on the Saturday
before Halloween.  I asked my parents if I could go.  They called up
Molly's parents to find out if the O'Tooles or the Navarrones were
going to be there to chaperone.  Since both sets of parents were
planning on being at the house during the party, my parents
reluctantly agreed to let me go.  Now I had to come up with a good
costume.

In the end, laziness won out over creativity.  My dad had a cowboy
outfit, complete with holster and cap gun, tucked away in a closet,
and I pulled it out and tried it on.  It fit well enough, and with a
cheap felt cowboy hat that I found scrunched up and stuck in a corner
of the closet, I was set for the party.

I got over to Molly's early to help Tessa and her get the basement
decorated.  The Navarrones and the O'Tooles were all there, except
for Heather, busy getting sodas packed in ice, black lights hung up,
streamers and fake spider webs strung.  Mr. and Mrs. O'Toole were
creating a mini haunted house in the laundry room, with a mannequin's
head painted to look like it had been decapitated from a body, a bowl
of peeled grapes for eyeballs, and rubber bats and spiders hanging
all around.  Lisbeth, Josh and Tessa were hanging streamers from
walls and ceilings, and I helped Mr. Navarrone get the drinks and ice
set up, along with paper cups, napkins, and garbage baskets placed in
the corners of the large room.  Molly was in the kitchen getting
snacks ready, chips and popcorn and nuts in big bowls.  Later on,
they would be ordering pizzas to be delivered for everybody.

We were just putting the last of the decorations up when kids
started showing up for the party.  There were mostly 9th and 10th
graders who were invited, but these things had a way of expanding
sometimes.  Josh and Molly had run upstairs to their rooms to change
into their costumes, and came down just as the doorbell was starting
to ring.  Josh was a monk of some sort, wearing a hooded robe with a
rope for a belt, his bare feet in sandals.  Molly was a hippie girl,
complete with a huge afro-style wig and rose-colored glasses.  They
greeted kids at the door as they came up.

The first to arrive were Jen and Sam, dressed like the American
Gothic farmer and wife.  They were both so thin and tall, it was a
natural for them.  Sam wore bib overalls and carried a pitchfork, and
Jen had on a gingham dress that buttoned to her throat, her hair
pulled back tight on her head.  Toby, nearly the smallest kid in
school, came in a Superman costume, complete with cape, which made us
all laugh (which was, after all, the point for Toby).  Eric was a
priest, Keisha a nun.  Jorge took the easy way out and came in his
soccer uniform, but Kristina went all out, dressing up as Catwoman, a
la Eartha Kitt.  Jake was a pirate, with a hook for a hand and a
stuffed parrot glued to his shoulder.  Jake was still barred from
seeing Jaimie, so Kayla came with him, looking absolutely amazing as
Jeannie the Genie, complete with billowy balloon pants with  elastic
at the waist and ankles, a pink halter top, and a little cap with a
wispy veil that fell behind her head.

All in all, there were about 30 kids at the party, more girls than
boys, when all was said and done.  We had music playing loud, and
there was a strobe light pulsing in a corner of the room.  Some kids
were dancing occasionally, mostly just standing in one place and
jerking around, but some kids brought their disco moves with them and
were working it out.  Most of the lights were out, with just the
strobe on one end and the black lights on the other, but either
Molly's parents or Tessa's parents were circulating almost
constantly, coming down from the kitchen with plates of snacks and
chips, refilling the ice chest, checking on drinks, emptying filling
trash containers, keeping a sharp eye on the proceedings.

Mr. O'Toole stationed himself in the haunted house, where all the
lights were off, guiding each kid around and through the spider webs,
to the bowl of peeled eyes, and then to the severed head, where he
switched on a spotlight to illuminate it in all its gruesome glory.
Each time he did that, he got a very satisfying scream from every
girl, and a few of the guys even jumped back at the sudden sight of
it.  He was very pleased with himself, I could tell.  After all the
partygoers had gone through the room, he closed the room and went
upstairs to join the other adults, leaving just the spotlight on the
head as a deterrent to mischief.

After a couple of hours, it was apparent to the adults that we were
reasonably well behaved, that we had not brought any alcohol or
drugs, and that we were having a good time despite their presence, so
they began coming down less and less to check on us.  Molly and Tessa
were still making occasional trips up to the kitchen for more snacks
or sodas, so there was little reason for the parents to come down
anymore.  Besides, we were making enough noise, how much trouble
could we get into?

Somebody suggested a variation on the old spin-the-bottle game.
Since it was a big basement, there were two doors leading to the
utility area, one by the furnace and one in the laundry area.  After
some negotiation, it was decided that all the boys would sit in a
circle by the laundry room door, all the girls would be at the other
end of the large room, sitting on the floor by the furnace door.
There was a soda bottle in the middle of each circle.  It was decided
that there would be two spins of each bottle.  The first spin would
determine who would meet at the laundry room end, where the haunted
house had been set up.  The second spin would determine who would
meet at the furnace end, where there was virtually no light at all.

There was a lot of squealing and giggling going on from the girls'
end of the room as we guys gathered around in our circle, laughing
and joking about who would end up with whom.  When Molly gave the go-
ahead, I grabbed our bottle and gave it a spin at the same time Tessa
twirled the bottle by the girls.  We weren't supposed to let the
other circle know who was going to each area.  Everybody wanted it to
be a surprise.

The bottle ended up pointing at Toby first.  He got up and went in
the door to await his partner.  I spun the bottle a second time, and
it ended up pointing at Eric.  He went through the door at our end
and headed toward the furnace side.  We could hear more giggles and
low talk coming from the other end of the room.  The agreed-upon time
was the length of the next full song on the album playing on the
record player, which was loud enough to be heard anywhere in the
basement (and probably the whole house).  The rest of us spent the
time refilling glasses and grabbing another piece of pizza while we
waited for the song to end.

At the end of their time, Toby and Eric came back out to our group.
Eric had a smile on his face, but Toby looked absolutely shell-
shocked.

"Who were you back there with?" asked Josh.

"Kendra," said Eric, grinning.  Kendra was a sophomore at school,
medium height with a plain face and mousy brown hair.  She had, in
Toby's words, "big bazooms", though, and she was, it was rumored,
generous with her favors.  She had come to the party in a tavern
wench costume, with a fair amount of cleavage showing to spark the
interest of us boys.  "She told me she liked chocolate," he added
with a smile.

We whooped and hollered at that information, glad that the current
activity had gotten off to such a good start.  We turned to Toby and
asked him about who he had ended up with.  He hesitated before
answering.

"Ummm...it was Jen," he said sheepishly.  Everybody else started
laughing at the thought of tiny Toby alone with tall Jen Davies.  He
glanced at me with a sad look in in his eye, though.  I was the only
one of his friends who really knew how he felt about Jen, and I knew
it hurt him to be the butt of this particular joke.  I wondered if
Jen had said anything bad to him.  Hey, it's nothing, he seemed to
say to me as he shrugged and sat back down again in the circle.  He
grabbed the bottle and gave it a spin.

This time, Jake was picked to go to the laundry room side, and I was
on the furnace side.  As I passed by him, I heard the door at the
other end open, and Kayla was walking toward me, heading for the
laundry room.  She stopped and smiled at me, and then, making sure I
was blocking Jake's view, she lifted her pink halter to flash me a
glimpse of her small, delectable and completely naked breasts.  She
let her top drop back into place, and swished by me with a murmured
"Excuse me, Sean."

As she brushed by me, I turned to stare after her and almost fell
down when I bumped up against a metal post.  Embarrassed, I continued
down toward the furnace, just as the door opened again, and Tessa
walked in.

We sat down and leaned against the plywood wall, my arm comfortably
around her shoulder in a friendly manner.  We chatted for a couple of
minutes about nothing at all, until Tessa turned to me and said
softly, "Molly says you're a good kisser."

I was a little surprised, but I wasn't so dense that I couldn't pick
up on the hint.  I bent over and kissed her softly.  Her hand sneaked
up and wrapped itself around my neck while we kissed, her fingers
tangling in my hair.  It was a sweet, noncommittal, friendly and brief
contact, and we stood up together and moved apart just as the song
was ending.  We each headed for our respective doors, and this time
when I passed Kayla, she just smiled at me and continued on her way.

"Okay, who were you guys with?" asked Eric.

"My sister," replied Jake disgustedly.

"I was with Tessa," I said.  Nobody had much to say about either of
those, so we sat back down and Jake spun the bottle.

We kept on playing like that for about a half an hour, with some of
the guys coming back with tales of kisses and hugs, others with no
activity to report.  Josh came back out one time looking very
sheepish, saying only that he had been back there with the legendary
Kendra.  At the same time, I thought I heard an increased volume of
whispers and giggles from the other side of the room.


Finally, the bottle landed on me again, sending me back to the
furnace side.  Scott Taylor, costumed as a doctor in scrubs, was
chosen for the laundry room side, and we walked through the door
together.  As I headed down the dark room, Molly was walking toward
me.  She stopped when she got to me, reached up and put her arms
around my neck, and pulled herself up to give me a very wet kiss as
she pressed her body against me.  My internal connectors burned away
as the heat she suddenly generated burst forth.

"Just a little reminder of what you've been missing," she whispered
as she backed away from me.  She smiled, and continued on toward the
other side of the room.

I saw the far door open once again, but couldn't see who came in.  I
made my way down to the furnace area, until my foot bumped up against
the leg of whoever was sitting, leaning back against the wall.

"Who's there?" I whispered.

There was no answer, but I did feel a small hand grasp mine and pull
down, urging me to sit beside her.  I sat, and the person still held
my hand, but now pressed my palm up against her bare midriff.

"Hi, Sean," Kayla whispered.

I was still in a minor state of arousal from Molly's kiss, and
Kayla's voice activated more burners, stoking the fire.  I slipped my
arm around her shoulder, and she naturally moved in and raised her
face for our first kiss in months.  I could make out the almost white
radiance of her fine hair as she moved closer to me, and I closed my
eyes as our lips met.  She clutched both her hands to my wrist on her
belly, pressing my hand harder into her stomach as we melted into
each other, our first soft kiss followed by a much hungrier one,
mouths open and tongues frantically searching.

We were pretty much lost together, unaware that our song had ended
until a small shaft of light fell across us as the door opened.  We
stopped kissing and looked up, startled, just as Molly was staring
back at us, frozen in the act of opening the door as she saw Kayla
and I, holding each other.

Oh, shit on a stick, I thought to myself.  I have just opened a
large, economy sized can of worms.

The game went on for a few more spins, but my heart really wasn't in
it anymore.  It really didn't matter, because the bottle never
pointed at me again that night.  The room had gotten noticeably
quieter, even noticeable upstairs, so one or another of the parents
started making quick trips down to see what was going on.  They were
ostensibly walking around checking on snacks and stuff, but they were
also quietly counting heads, so the game stopped and kids began
milling around again, sometimes dancing, sometimes just grouping and
yakking.

A slow song began playing, and Molly slipped her arm into mine and
guided me out into the middle of the room so we could dance close.

"What was that with you and Jake's little sister?" she asked
quietly.  Too quietly.

"It was nothing, Mol.  I was just playing the game, you know?" I
whispered.  I dropped her hand and put both arms around her waist.

"It looked like you were enjoying playing the game a little too
much, Sean."

"Hey, come on, give me a break," I pleaded.  "I kissed Tessa, too.
I'm sure she told you about it.  Besides, don't try to tell me you
didn't give Scotty a little peck on the cheek."

"Okay," she admitted.  "I did kiss him.  But I also heard the song
end, which is more than you can say."

"Hey, she's just a kid.  It was probably her first time kissing a
boy.  I just wanted to give her something to remember, that's all."

"I'll bet it wasn't her first time kissing a boy," Molly muttered.
But she let it drop at that, for which I was silently grateful.  I
had the sinking feeling, though, that this was not the last time this
subject would come up between us.

Molly seemed a little distracted the rest of the evening, but I
figured it was because we were at her house and all.

Maybe that was it.  Then again, maybe it wasn't.



(Continued in Chapter 26)




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