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The following is a work of fiction and is just a fantasy.
Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely
coincidental and entirely unintentional.  There may be
references to people in a historical context, but they are
not really characters in this story.

This is a story that describes sexually explicit situations
in a fictional universe that only vaguely seems similar to
the one we live in.  Most of the characters in this story are
under aged.  However, the target audience is adults (people
over the age of eighteen) with broad minds.

* * *

This is a sequel to the story "Lucky Tickets," and as such,
you may want to read that story first to get a better
introduction to the characters present in both stories.  Like
a lot of sequels, it's not really meant to be read out of
order.

* * *

Chapter 11--Camille's Revelation

        Well you walk into a restaurant,
        Strung out from the road,
        You can feel the eyes upon you
        As you're shaking off the cold.
        You pretend it doesn't bother you,
        But you just want to explode.
                -- Turn the Page (Bob Seger)


    Camille seemed nervous when she picked me up.  "We're
going to Lake Shore Point," she said.

    I grinned.  "You've always wanted to get into my pants,"
I said.

    Instead of laughing, Camille groaned.

    I now knew that something serious was up.  "What's wrong,
Cammy?"

    "It's about your so-called Lucky Tickets.  It will not be
easy telling you these things."

    Looking at Camille, I could see that she was serious.
Gone was her carefree manner that I came to know and even
expect of her over the last few months.  "What's wrong?" I
asked.

    "Jim, I know I have a reputation as a slut, but this is
really going to be difficult for me.  Those tickets almost
completely destroyed my sister's life, and they almost
destroyed my own.  I don't want the same thing to happen to
you or Kristen."

    I looked at Camille, and I saw the start of tears in her
eyes.  "Why are you telling me this now?"

    "I... I couldn't at first," Camille said.  "Actually,
that's not entirely true.  I was... afraid.  I was afraid of
what would happen to me."

    "What do you mean?" I asked.  "What will happen to you?"

    Camille pulled into the parking lot at Lake Shore Point.
She turned off the ignition and looked at me.  "Debbie... my
sister... used to have them.  She was a nice girl, and I
loved her.  Those tickets turned her into a monster.  She
knew that I knew about them, but she made it so that I
couldn't talk to anybody else about them."

    "You are talking to me about them," I pointed out.

    "Yes," Camille admitted.  "Debbie no longer has the
tickets.  A lot of her wishes about me no longer have any
effect.  Some of them, like her wish that I could only talk
to her about the tickets, are now bound to you... I can only
talk to you about them right now.  There are other wishes
that now have me bound to you but they aren't as effective
since you aren't aware of them."

    A ghastly thought occurred to me.  "Wait a minute!  If I
get rid of the tickets, Kristen will be addicted to the
person that finds them next?"

    Camille shook her head.  "I don't know.  I'm not a
hundred percent sure how they work, but the last I heard,
Debbie is still living with a girl she enslaved in New York."

    This was confusing, but I needed more information.  "How
do you know so much about these tickets?"

    "When Debbie first found them, she played 'Make a wish'
with me, and granted me some wishes.  My hair color turned
from dark brown to light brown--I'm actually a blonde now!
Debbie wished for my hair to look like Kristen's."

    I was always struck the similarity between Kristen's and
Camille's hair.  This intrigued me, especially since the rest
of Camille's family all had dark brown hair.

    Camille continued, "Another wish was that I would be
smarter, and I went from being an average student to one of
the top students in my class.  That wish still seems to be in
effect--or, at least I have gotten used to being smarter, or
whatever."

    I nodded.  "I was surprised to hear that you were in the
Honor Society."

    Camille gave me a look.  "You think that just because I'm
a blonde and a cheerleader that I'm a mindless twat with big
boobs and no brains?"

    I was a bit put off by that remark.  "By your own
admission," I said, "you aren't really a natural blonde."

    Camille gave me a withering look.  "You'd never be able
to prove it," she spat.  "You've seen me naked!"

    The two of us sat silently.  I was a bit put off.  This
was the first time that Camille actually got angry at me.

    "Camille," I finally said.  "I didn't mean..."

    "Actually, Jim," Camille said, her look at me softening.
"You probably could turn me back to a brunette.  I'm not sure
how I'd feel about it.  I wasn't thinking..."

    "Neither was I.  What I meant to say before was that I
was just surprised when I heard that you were in the National
Honor Society.  Patty says you might be class valedictorian.
I always thought you seemed to be just like everybody else."

    Camille looked at me, and the anger that I saw before
disappeared after a few moments.  "I'm sorry, Jim.  I get
sensitive about that, especially knowing that my intelligence
is a bit... well, fake.  Anyway, Debbie even made a wish
about you.  We were babysitting you, and giving you a bath.
Debbie invited me into the bathroom and we were playing a bit
with you."

    This was very curious.  I never recalled this happening.
"No, you didn't," I said adamantly.

    "When I got blonde hair, my hair color started to change
almost immediately.  Debbie saw that and said that if the
wishes really work, she'd like to see you with a bigger
penis.  And your little thing got bigger."

    "This did not happen!" I said.  I would have remembered
somebody playing that kind of sex game with me.

    "It did happen.  You were, what?  Nine or ten years old
at the time?  When we finished playing, Debbie gave you a
ticket and told you to forget what happened."

    For some reason, I felt violated.  I was about to say
something when I realized that I did the exact same thing
with Patrice and Merry--I took advantage of them and them
made them to forget what happened.  I was starting to get a
feeling that some wishes that I made that I thought were
harmless may not have been so harmless after all.

    Camille nodded.  "It's a hard thing to find out, Jim, and
I'm sorry.  We were just kids and playing around... harmless
fun."

    Something nagged at me.  "So, Cammy... am I... really...
bigger?"

    "You know I've seen a lot of guys," Camile answered.
"I've seen a couple that were bigger than yours, but you are
pretty large for somebody in your grade.  I don't think you
may be in any competition with Tiny Jonas, but you're
definitely in the top ten percentile in the school."

    This embarrassed me a bit, so I decided to get off that
particular subject.  "What happened after that?"

    Camille said, "Debbie and I played with the tickets for a
few days, and then Debbie did something--she never told me
what--and she got scared.  She hid the tickets, vowing never
to use them again."

    I nodded, having made a similar vow after I found out
what I did to Kristen, but that vow didn't last very long.

    Camille saw my reaction.  "She actually forgot about them
for a few weeks until one day, they were with her again.  The
difference this time was that it was as if they completely
took her over.  She became a different person, very
controlling and very spiteful.  She seduced some of her
friends, her teachers, and when I noticed her behavior,
she... she..." Camille broke down and cried.

    Camille was leaning towards me, and I pulled her head
onto my shoulders, offering her comfort.  After a few
minutes, Camille said, "Debbie turned me into a slave.  She
forced me to fuck her friends... and not just boys!  I... I
couldn't disobey her, or anybody else when she told me to
fuck somebody.  Eventually she got bored with this town and
moved away.  My mother has no idea where she is, and I think
Debbie made her not care, because my mother's lack of
interest in Debbie is totally out of character for her.
Anyway, I recently discovered that she's living in New York."

    I didn't know what to say to all this.  First, other
people knew about the tickets.  Second, I myself was once a
victim of them... in the same way that I victimized Merry and
Patrice.  Third, Debbie's turned her sister Camille into some
sort of sexual slave.  This was all very heady stuff.

    Suddenly, I felt warm lips caress mine as Camille kissed
me.  Instinctively, I opened my mouth and her tongue coaxed
mine into hers.  I could taste the salt from Camille's crying
in her mouth.  Closing my eyes, I kissed her back for a few
moments before I came to my senses.

    I pushed myself away from Camille's embrace.  "No,
Camille!" I said, my breath ragged.

    "I'm... I'm sorry," Camille said.  "It's just that...
oh... I'm fucking everything up!"

    Camille was completely disheveled.  I didn't realize that
she wore mascara until now, when I saw it streaking from her
eyes.  "What's wrong, Camille?"

    "Jim," Camille finally said.  "It's not just good enough
to get rid of the tickets." Camille's words were coming out
fast, as if she were running in a race to get them out.
"Somebody else will find them, and the whole thing will start
all over again.  People will be hurt... people will be
destroyed by them.  We need to destroy them before that
happens!"

    I could understand what Camille was saying, but I wasn't
sure if I truly agreed with her.  There was indeed something
magical about those tickets.  There was absolutely no way
that these things could possibly exist; in order to believe
in them, you needed to allow for supernatural things--like
the auras that Kristen's brother said he saw.  I wasn't sure
that I was ready to believe in that hocus-pocus.

    There was an indisputable fact that the tickets existed.
I could not deny their existence.  Not only did they exist,
but they worked.  I saw many instances where people would do
things that they would not normally do under the influence of
the tickets.  So, if these tickets existed, then somebody or
something needed to have created them.

    Camille also said that the tickets I gave her didn't work
on her.  Why would that be the case?  Didn't she say that her
own sister used them on her?  Didn't they work on Camille
when I took her and her two friends to Kneely Park for a
mutual masturbation event?

    "Camille, you said that the tickets I gave you didn't
work on you.  I remember using one on you that day in the
lingerie shop."

    "I noticed your tickets right away, and since I felt
guilty over what Debbie and I did to you some years back, I
played along and wanted to see what you'd do.  After all, I
was already known as a slut, and I could probably distract
you from taking too much advantage of Wendy or Patty.  Your
use of the tickets seemed quite tame.  That is, until I saw
what you did to Kristen."

    Kristen again!  I felt my heart grow heavy as Camille
reminded how I utterly humiliated Kristen because of some
mistaken notion that she was responsible for Patrice treating
me like shit.  I did so in front of Camille and her two
friends Patty and Wendy.  I hung my head in shame over that
unfriendly memory.

    "None of us really liked Kristen," Camille admitted.  "We
actually helped you shanghai her.  I had my own reasons;
Lynette was my friend, but she would ignore me if Kristen or
Dale wanted to do something.  Anyway, I didn't know what you
did to Kristen until the next day.  To your credit, when you
found out what you did, you immediately tried to make it
right.  That was totally unlike Debbie, who probably would
have laughed and ordered Kristen never to see her again,
making her unable to ever find happiness."

    I was astonished at Camille's revelation.

    Camille continued.  "You, on the other hand, saw the
insidiousness of the tickets.  I wish I told you then about
the tickets and how strong they were, but I was afraid.  I
was drawn to you--I still am!  Worse, Patty and Wendy were
also there and I couldn't say anything in front of them.  I
just sat there and played along, as if I were just as in awe
of you as the other girls were.  It's as much my fault as it
is your own.  I knew what could happen and I never warned
you."

    "I never really made it right, Cammy," I said sourly.
"Kristen is still addicted to my... my sperm."

    Camille nodded seriously and said, "You couldn't fix
that?"

    I sighed.  "I tried.  I found out that no ticket can undo
the influence of another ticket completely.  She still has
that addiction, but she can now manage it."

    Camille thought a bit.  "I never really became familiar
with how they worked.  How did you find that out?"

    I smiled a bit.  "If I give a ticket to somebody, I can
ask that person how they work.  I found that out when I first
gave one to Merry..." I stopped, not wanting to admit what I
did to my step-sister.

    "Your sister?" Camille asked.

    I sighed.  I knew that I already went this far, and
Camille seemed the only person that I could talk to about
this.  "Yeah.  I didn't know what the tickets were for, and
she asked me for one.  She got the first one, and when she
told me I was given a wish, I thought she was playing a game.
It didn't take me too long to realize that the tickets were
for real."

    Camille thought seriously.  "Is she still under their
influence?"

    "No," I said.  "It was just that one time.  I then used
them on Patrice and then on a girl I met at the park.  You,
Patty, and Wendy were next, and then Kristen..."

    "You didn't actually enslave anybody?" Camille asked.

    "I almost did it to Kristen, but Patty helped me with
that.  It turns out that deep down Kristen really loves me.
I'm not exactly sure why she chose me--every time I bring it
up, she changes the subject.  I do know that her love wasn't
something I that actually wished, though.  The only thing I
really wanted at first was her forgiveness.  It took a while,
but eventually I found out that I really love her as well."

    "Jim, think!" Camille said.  "Are you sure you haven't
enslaved Kristen?  Could you have done so without knowing it?"

    I wondered if I should tell Camille about that game of
"Master/Slave" we played the previous night.  That was just
sexual play, right?  The tickets weren't involved at all.

    "I really don't think so," I said.  Camille's questions,
however, made me start to doubt myself.  "I gave her wishes
with expirations... like, she had to do whatever I said that
day at Wendy's house.  But that wish had an expiration."

    Camille said, "I remember, although I don't remember you
giving her a ticket.  You gave it to her before you left the
mall parking lot, right?  I remember you telling her to do
things, and she just did them, but I don't remember you
making her an addict."

    "I told her that quietly," I said.  "I wanted Patty to
find out about that later."

    "Patty?"

    "Yeah," I said, remembering the event vividly now.  "I
told her she needed to schedule her sessions with me through
Patty."

    "Fuck!" Camille said quite loudly.  "Do you mean to tell
me that Kristen actually schedules her dates with you through
Patty?"

    "Um..." I said.  "Actually, no!  Only that once, when she
called Wendy's house looking for Patty."

    "So that wish expired, but her addiction is still there.
Is that right?"

    Camille was right.  There was something different between
those two "wishes." And those two "wishes" happened with the
same ticket!  I didn't put any expiration on Kristen having
to schedule through Patty, but she doesn't seem to be under
that command anymore.  "You're right."

    "How is she managing her addiction?" Camille asked.

    "Um, well... you know..."

    "I mean, she just spent a week in Europe, didn't she?"

    "Yeah," I said.  "I helped her manage that by giving her
the same addiction to chocolate covered peanuts.  She can
hold off the one addiction with the other."

    "Oh," Camille thought for a moment.  "That was a
brilliant idea!"

    I sighed.

    Something occurred to me.  "You said you used to be your
sister's slave.  How come you aren't any more?"

    Camille dropped her eyes.  "I woke up one day, and I knew
that I was no longer under that spell.  I'm not sure, but
later that day, I saw the tickets, so I surmised that my
sister no longer owned the tickets."

    "You said she's still living with one of her slaves," I
pointed out.

    Camille furrowed her brow.  "Hmmm, that needs thinking."

    Neither Camille nor I spoke for a few moments.  There was
a lot of information to digest.

    Did those tickets actually turn Camille's sister Debbie
into a monster like Camille described?  Would that happen to
me?  I thought back to my initial experiments with the
tickets, and how I used them for revenge with Patrice and
Kristen, and realized that this was an ugly part of me that I
never wanted to see again.

    On the other hand, I saw the good things that came about
from the tickets.  My relationship with Kristen, and my
friendships with Patty, Sherry, and even Camille were good
examples of what the tickets could do.  I now had many
friends, and I was more confident in myself.

    From somewhere deep in my brain, a troubling question
arose.  If my friendships with these girls were due to the
tickets, was it the case that I couldn't have friends of my
own without them?  It was a subject that made me feel a bit
uneasy, so I buried that thought quickly.

    I looked up to see Camille looking strangely at me.
"Jim, did you hear me?"

    "What?" I asked, having been immersed in my own thoughts.

    "I said that you need to destroy those tickets," Camille
said.

    I couldn't accept that.  "The tickets can't be as bad as
you describe."

    Camille's eyes widened.  "They are insidious, Jim!  They
will make you a monster, just like my sister.  She was a nice
person, just like you.  She thought she was strong, but they
took control of her."

    "Why did you wait so long to tell me?" I asked.

    "I... I can't say," Camille said, looking extremely
frustrated.

    Looking into the cheerleader's eyes, I knew that she was
truly scared.  "Let's say that I believe you," I said.  "I
throw them in the garbage and they're gone.  Apparently,
somebody will find them again.  I still don't know how they
got on the street corner where I live.  You said that your
sister lives in New York City!"

    "Yes," Camille explained.  "Debbie must have finally
found a way out from their power.  It must have been last
summer, because that's when I knew that I was no longer her
slave.  Soon afterward, I saw them on the ground.  They were
sitting there on the sidewalk where I was walking.  I saw
them and I knew exactly what they were.  I immediately turned
the other way, and ran to get away from them.  I was worried
about who would find them, but I knew that I would be damned
if it would be me."

    "Somebody must have found them," I pointed out.  "They
weren't on the road when I found them."

    Camille shook her head.  "No. I'm not sure how they work,
but I saw them a few other times since that first time on the
road.  It was always somewhere where I was walking.  After
the first couple of times, they actually seemed to call to
me, and I felt a part of me drawn to them, but then I would
remember how horrible they were.  I made sure to always avoid
them no matter what.  I never saw anybody else pick them up.
One day, they stopped appearing to me.  I would guess that's
when you found them, because it was a few nights later when I
saw you with them."

    I didn't know what to say.  Camille knew the danger that
these tickets posed and wisely avoided them.  She was indeed
a very intelligent person in that respect.

    "Jim, those tickets are evil!" Camille cried.  "I told
Debbie to get rid of them.  She laughed at me, and then she
turned ugly, telling me that I was jealous about the tickets
and she... she turned me into her slave.  She made me fuck
people and then made me forget who I did.  Do you know that I
still have dreams about that?  Who could I tell?  Debbie
prevented me from telling anybody about the tickets.  Even if
I could, what would I do?  Go to a doctor?  A priest?  The
police?"

    The twelfth grader was starting to get hysterical.
"Camille, please calm down."

    Immediately, Camille took a few deep breaths and got her
emotions under control.  I was quite amazed at how quickly
Camille was able to do that.  "Jim," Camille said in a more
even tone.  "Those tickets are evil, and even with the best
of intentions, they may destroy you."

    "Can you tell me how to get rid of the tickets?" I asked.

    "No," Camille said evenly.

    "Why not?"

    "I don't know how," Camille answered.  "When I saw the
tickets on the road, I tried to locate my sister.  I finally
found a credit statement that was accidentally sent to our
house that showed her address in New York, so I got her
number and called her.  I found that I couldn't even mention
the tickets to her... it was frustrating!  She seemed
embarrassed to be talking with me and the conversation was
very short."

    "Maybe we should visit her and ask her.  I'm under no
spell to keep from talking about the tickets."

    "Jim, it's not enough to get rid of the tickets.  They
must be destroyed so nobody ever finds them again!"

    In a way, I could understand Camille's hatred of the
tickets.  After all, if what she told me was true, they
really messed up her life, although her life seemed to be on
a better track now.  I still thought that I could be careful
with them.  I knew that I didn't want to turn into a monster
like Camille described her sister, but something inside me
told me that I shouldn't get rid of the tickets, either--at
least, not yet.

    I nodded and thought about this.  Camille watched me,
seeing the effect that her words had on me.  "I need to think
about this," I finally said.  "If you think that they need to
be destroyed, then why didn't you pick them up and destroy
them yourself?"

    Camille hesitated.  "I was... I was afraid, Jim.  I admit
it.  Those things scared the hell out of me when I saw them.
And when I saw you with them, I felt a bit better, even if I
felt a bit guilty when we used them on you.  I couldn't say
anything with Patty and Wendy around, so I just played along
with you and pretended that I was under their influence.  I
know for a fact that I was only pretending that day."

    On that day, it didn't appear to me that Camille was
pretending.  It occurred to me that Camille might be lying to
me about the tickets.  "You don't think the tickets work on
you?" I asked.

    "They didn't seem to work in the lingerie shop.  Why are
you asking?"

    "What if I give you a ticket now?  Let me ask you to...
oh... do something you wouldn't normally do.  If you do it,
the tickets work.  If you don't, then you are immune to their
effects."

    I could see Camille think about my suggestion.  I felt
that I needed to do this, mostly because if the tickets
didn't work on Camille, then there might be other people who
will be immune to their effects.  Trying to hand a ticket to
somebody who was immune could prove to be embarrassing.

    "Jim, I trust you, but I'm terribly afraid of those
tickets," Camille finally said.  "I was a bit relieved when I
found out that you now owned the tickets, and all you made us
do was get naked and masturbate.  I got a bit scared after
seeing what you did to Kristen, but to your credit, you tried
to make it better.  You are a nice person, Jim.  I'm going to
trust you, but if you betray my trust, then I will never
consider you a friend ever again.  Do you understand?  You
could force me to be your friend with a ticket, and it might
appear that way.  You might get my body, but you'll never get
my soul!  That's one thing that Debbie never got from me!"

    I contemplated what Camille said.  I nodded in agreement,
and then opened my attach� case, and ripped off a ticket.
"Here, Camille, have a ticket."

    Camille automatically grabbed it and then said, "It's
weird.  It's as if I cannot help but take the ticket!"

    This in itself was very unusual.  Usually, once I handed
a ticket to somebody, they would intone "You have one wish"
and then stand there quietly until I made my wish.  Camille
didn't do that.

    I already decided what my wish would be.  It wasn't
pleasant, but I hoped that Camille wouldn't think it a
betrayal of trust.  After all, I figured that Camille's worst
nightmare would be if I made her my sexual slave.  I didn't
want a sexual slave, so that wasn't an issue.

    Suddenly, a completely foreign thought entered my head.
I didn't really have such desires for a sexual slave, but
having her as a slave could keep her from doing anything
disloyal to me, such as trying to destroy my tickets.  I
might not need Camille's soul, but I could sure use her
loyalty.

    I found that this new line of reasoning was starting to
appeal to me, and actually considered to make the wish that
Camille dreaded.  Right before I could say anything, another
inner voice told me "STOP!"

    The two of us sat there in Camille's car, speechless.  I
realized that I was about to wish that Camille be my slave.
Something was wrong with this!  I remembered something that
Camille just said: "Jim, I trust you." How could I betray her
trust?  Camille was my friend!  Friends don't do such things
to one another.  Camille has been loyal to me, ever since
that day in the lingerie shop!  I didn't need to force it
from her!

    It occurred to me that this might be the evil influence
of the tickets that Camille was warning me about.

    Before that evil influence could send me another siren
song, I hurriedly said, "Camille, I wish you to take you
index finger, stick it in your butt, rub it around, and then
stick it in your mouth and suck it off."

    The look on Camille's face after I said that was comical.
She looked completely grossed out, and looked as if she just
swallowed a pickled lime.  "Shit, Jim!  Where do you get
those stupid ideas?"

    I shrugged.  "Do you feel like obeying me?"

    "Not in the slightest." Camille's face still registered
the after-effects of her reaction to my rather gross request.

    "It appears that you are correct," I pointed out.  "The
tickets don't work on you any more.  I wonder why this is."

    "It may be because I had the opportunity to get the
tickets and I refused them," Camille said.

    I nodded my head as if I were considering her
explanation.  One thing I didn't do was tell her the strange
idea that entered my head right before I made that stupid
request.  I knew in my gut that if I wished Camille to be my
personal slave, it would definitely have happened.  She
wasn't completely free of their power.

    Camille was smiling, thinking she was now free of the
tickets' influence.  "Thank you, Jim.  It's nice to know that
I'm immune to the tickets, and it's really nice to know that
I can trust you.  I'm sorry if I sounded hysterical before,
but I saw those tickets turn my sister into an inhuman
monster.  You're a nice guy, Jim, and you've just proved it
to me once again.  I feel somewhat responsible for you being
under their curse, now."

    "You didn't put them on the street corner where I found
them, did you?" I asked.

    Camille shook her head.  "No, I didn't.  I'm not sure why
I found them when Debbie finally managed to get rid of them."
She thought for a moment.  "Maybe it was because I was the
first person that she gave a ticket.  You were the second
person that she used them on, I think, and you seem to have
been the next one to find them.  Do you think this makes
sense?"

    Camille's analysis seemed to make a lot of sense.  "I
guess," I said.  "Who'd get them next?  My first
victim--Merry--or Debbie's third one?"

    This resulted in a shrug from Camille.  "The only thing I
know for sure is that those tickets are evil and they must be
destroyed.  You are a good person, Jim--maybe even better
than my sister was all those years ago.  You must remember
that those tickets are powerful, and they may be more
powerful than you can handle."

    The two of us sat in Camille's car.  There were a couple
of other cars parked nearby, but they were all a respectable
distance away--people didn't want to intrude on the other's
privacy in the popular make-out place.

    "Jim?"

    "Yes, Cammy?"

    Camille looked at me seriously.  "Maybe I judged those
tickets too harshly.  They did turn Debbie into a monster,
but you've possessed them for months and still seem to be a
good person.  However, we cannot trust that the next person
that finds them will be so nice.  Can you imagine if a power
hungry politician found them?  He could become president or a
dictator!  He could start another Viet Nam War..."

    "That's a good reason for me to hold onto them for a
bit," I pointed out.  "At least until we understand them a
bit better.  There are a lot of questions that this
discussion has raised."

    I sat in the car, pondering the meaning of those tickets.
I noticed that it was starting to get dark out, and it was
getting chilly in the car; even with my parka on, it was
still about twenty degrees outside.  I shivered automatically.

    Camille's voice broke my reverie.  "Jim?"

    "Yes?"

    "Could you hold me?"

    I looked at the blonde cheerleader, and once again took
her head in my arms.  Camille didn't reach up to kiss me, but
our bodies snuggled together.  "I may not be completely free
of the tickets, Jim," Camille said quietly.  "I feel really
drawn to you."

    Suddenly, there was a fear in the pit of my stomach.
"You don't think that you will become my slave, do you?"

    Camille shook her head.  "No. At least, it doesn't feel
the same way it felt after Debbie did that to me.  You seem
strong.  I know you're just a kid... I mean... you're
younger, but you seem... stronger... than Debbie."

    "I'm glad that I toned down the use of those tickets," I
said out loud.

    Camille snuggled closer to me.  "You've got to be strong
and perhaps stop using them altogether."

    If I was stronger than Debbie, then maybe I would be able
to simply avoid coming under their evil influence.  "It's
getting late," I pointed out.  "Can you take me to Kristen's?"

    Camille didn't answer, but sat up in her car seat.  She
looked at her reflection in the rear-view mirror.  Apparently
alarmed at what she saw, she opened her pocket book and
pulled out some tissues.  "I'm a mess.  Can you give me a
minute?"

    "Sure thing, Cammy."

    Camille looked at me, her brown eyes burning holes into
mine.  "Thanks, Jim." She touched herself up and then,
without warning, she moved over and kissed me full on the
lips.  It was a brief kiss, but Camille possessed the same
knack of getting a boy excited by a mere kiss that Kristen
did.

    Camille broke off the kiss and turned on the ignition
without saying anything else.  The two of us were quiet as we
drove.

    At the entrance to Kristen's estate, I told Kristen, via
Wally on the intercom, that I was arriving with Camille.  I
didn't wait for her invitation to pull into the opening gate
and directed Camille to the renovated garage.

    Once I was got out of the car, Camille took off, leaving
me a bit surprised on Kristen's driveway.

    In the apartment, Kristen looked at me and then behind
me.  "Where's Camille?"

    "She took off," I said.  "I thought she'd come upstairs
but she just left."

    Kristen shrugged and then gave me one of her erection
special kisses.  I reacted in my usual way, and Kristen
giggled.  "You're back now, I see.  What did Camille have to
tell you?"

    I really didn't have time to digest the information that
Camille gave to me.  "We talked a little about you.  She also
told me about her sister."

    "Debbie?" Kristen asked.  "I haven't seen her in a couple
of years."

    "You know Camille's sister?" I asked, surprised.

    "Yeah.  Debbie tried to make friends with me, but she was
a couple of years older and I already had what I thought were
close friends.  After she failed with me, I saw her pal
around with Dale a bit... Oh, shit!  This isn't about Dale,
is it?"

    I shook my head.  "Dale's name didn't even get mentioned."

    This was a white lie; Camille mentioned Dale's name in
passing in describing why she disliked Kristen.

    Kristen gave me a funny look, and said, "OK... if you say
so..."

    "I mean it, Kris," I assured her.  "We weren't talking
about Dale.  We just talked about... life." I don't know why
I didn't tell Kristen about what Camille said, but something
inside me told me that it wouldn't have been prudent,
especially if Kristen knew Camille's sister.

    Kristen's look softened.  "Whatever," she said, a bit
dismissively.  She changed the subject.  "Do you want to do
Chinese tonight?  There's this place my parents love..."

    I nodded and soon we were miles away at a restaurant
called the Islander.  The food was good, but my mind was
turning over the information that Camille gave me earlier.

    Kristen noticed my lack of attention and didn't do
anything to distract me.  We ate in relative silence.

    After about a half hour, I realized that I didn't say
much while we were eating.  I looked at Kristen and finally
said, "The food is good here."

    "I didn't think you were noticing the food," Kristen
pointed out.

    "Actually, I didn't," I admitted.  "The fried won-ton is
great, though." I crunched the appetizer that I hadn't really
touched all night.

    Kristen started giggling.  "You don't lie very well.
Camille told you something that worried you, right?"

    "Perhaps," I said, finally smiling.  "Camille somehow
reminds me of your brother.  She's lonely."

    Kristen tilted her head to the side and said, "That's a
strange observation, Jim."

    "I know," I said, feeling better now that I was actually
talking with Kristen.  "I mean, she's best friends with
Patty, and she is kind of popular at school.  Deep down,
though, she's very lonely.  I just realized that as I was
sitting here.  When I looked at you, I remembered feeling the
same way about your brother."

    "You mean, they're both bisexual."

    Kristen's announcement caught me by surprise.  I looked
around to see if anybody else heard her, but people didn't
seem to have taken any notice of us.  "Why do you say that?"

    "It's something that Debbie once told me about her,"
Kristen said.  "I never really thought much of it at the
time, but it was as if Debbie was maybe offering me her
sister.  The idea didn't have any appeal to me whatsoever at
the time."

    This was fascinating to me.  Kristen interacted with
Camille and her sister Debbie in the past.  Was this somehow
connected with the tickets and why I decided to use them on
her so savagely?  I didn't think so.  I was truly angry at
Patrice and Kristen, and they were the people that I treated
the worst when I first obtained the tickets.

    Kristen continued, "Debbie never made another offer, but
I saw Camille with other girls and the gossip that people
told about Camille seemed to agree with what Debbie told me.
It's been a couple of years, and I never really thought about
that until you just told me that she reminds you of Will."

    Kristen shrugged.  "In junior high, Camille was known to
be pretty wild.  She was dating seniors in the high school."
Kristen thought a bit.  "Actually, she wasn't really dating
them.  I don't think she went out on many second dates, if
you know what I mean.  People say she was a convenient fuck."

    This was news to me.  Camille said that her sister turned
her into a slave, but my opinion of Camille was that she
would keep her indiscretions pretty well hidden, despite the
fact that she always referred to herself as a slut.  Maybe
Camille's sister, thanks to her power over Camille, wasn't as
nice.  After all, Camille said that the tickets turned her
sister into a monster.

    "You seem surprised, Jim," Kristen said.

    "Camille told me a bit about her history," I said,
truthfully.  "I never knew that it was general knowledge."

    "Well, a couple of years ago, after Debbie graduated,
Camille seemed to have settled down a bit," Kristen told me.
"She still has a reputation as being a bit easy, but people
are no longer telling stories about her as they used to do.
Camille now makes jokes about it.  Sometimes, I hear some of
the old stories, but nobody seems to believe them anymore,
and Camille has really changed her attitude in the last
couple of years.  She's the smartest person in her classes,
and she's now on the cheerleader squad--she's popular on her
own terms.  I even knew Camille before junior high.  Her hair
was darker, then."

    This was fascinating to me.  "I see," I said.

    "Her hair looks just like mine now," Kristen said,
looking me squarely in the eyes.

    "Oh?" I asked, wondering what Kristen was getting at.
Instinctively, I knew that Kristen had a terrible jealous
streak in her, and knowing that I probably parked with
Camille earlier that day probably may not have set well with
her, despite the fact that she gave me Carte Blanche to do
whatever I wanted with Camille.

    Kristen furrowed her brow.  "She's blonde now, like me.
Even her eyebrows.  We saw her naked in my pool.  Nobody dyes
their hair that thoroughly."

    I figured it would be safe to just shrug at that
observation.

    "Camille's entire family has dark hair.  Blondes become
brunettes with age, but now that I'm thinking about it, I've
never heard of it going the opposite way."

    A look at Kristen's expression now informed me that we
were now heading into dangerous waters.  "I think your hair
is prettier," I said quickly.  "You have the loveliest hair
in the world, my lovely Goddess."

    Kristen didn't smile at my answer as I hoped.  "Camille
is quite pretty, too.  She has a reputation, and you've known
about it.  Patty told me that you knew."

    "I know all about Camille's reputation.  It's one of the
things we talked about this afternoon."

    "For two and a half hours."

    Kristen's eyes were now looking daggers at me.  Her
jealous side was now taking over.

    I sighed.  "Kristen, you are the only girl that I love.
If you don't trust me with my friends, then we're going to
have a lot of problems.  Camille is one of the nicest people
I know, and she needed to talk to me about something
important.  You know that I love you, and I would never do
anything to jeopardize that love, just as I know you would
never do anything either.  You told me that I could do
anything I want with her, and I truthfully told you that I
really didn't want to do anything with anybody but you.  Why
are you getting jealous now?  I didn't do anything!"

    My girlfriend was still staring at me.  Finally, her look
softened.  "I guess I'm sorry, Jim.  I know you wouldn't do
anything, but you were gone so long!  What was I to think?"

    I took Kristen's right and pulled it toward me and kissed
it.  "You'll need to trust me, my divine Goddess."

    Kristen finally smiled.  "You are so sweet, Jim."

    "I'm sorry that I was preoccupied earlier.  There was a
lot on my mind, and that wasn't fair to you.  What would you
like to do after dinner?"

    Kristen's glance lowered until, if the table hadn't been
in the way, she would have been staring at my private parts.
"I was thinking how much I'd love dessert."

    "Oh?" I smiled.  "Do you have something special in mind?"

    "Uh, huh," Kristen grinned wickedly.  "Chocolate covered
penis."

    I looked quickly around to see if anybody overheard
Kristen's lewd remark.  Nobody seemed to have reacted.  "Did
you say what I thought you said?"

    "Cream of some young guy?" Kristen said, her nose
crinkling.

    Did I ever tell you how I love the way Kristen's nose
crinkles when she laughs?  According to most people, she only
does it when I'm around.  Seeing it happen now made me
realize that Kristen got over her jealous tirade.  This made
me feel infinitely better.

    "You're starting to make puns, Kris.  Your suggestion
sounds so wicked," I grinned back.

    "Wanna drive the Camaro?" Kristen asked.

    That question surprised me.  Nobody, and I mean nobody,
ever drove Kristen's Camaro, except Kristen herself.  "I
don't even have a license."

    "I'm a licensed driver," Kristen said.  "I'll teach you
how to use the stick shift as I'm sucking your stick shift."

    The idea of driving Kristen's car with manual
transmission was positively frightening to me, especially if
she were to blow me as I was driving.  I envisioned a
terrible car crash.

    I shook my head.  "Kris, as much as I'd like to drive
your car, I'd rather you do it.  I prefer to sit in the
passenger seat, able to devote all my attention to staring at
your wonderful body."

    Kristen sighed and shook her head.  "I don't know how you
do it, Jim.  I don't know any other girl that would know that
her boyfriend just spent close to three hours parked with
Camille that would feel as wonderfully loved as I do right
now."

    "All I do is tell you the truth," I said, shrugging my
shoulders.

    Kristen got up from her seat and moved to my side of the
table and gave me a big hug and a kiss.  When we finally
broke the kiss, I noticed that unlike Kristen's outburst
earlier, this was not unnoticed by the other patrons in the
restaurant.  We paid our bill and left.

    As Kristen drove me home, I thought once again about the
tickets.  In a way, Camille was right.  I know that my desire
earlier that Camille become enslaved to me wasn't a thought
that originated in my own head.  In addition, those tickets
also inhabited my dreams, and, truth be told, a lot of my
waking moments as well.  When Ms. Taylor put me on detention,
I seriously thought about using a ticket either to get out of
the punishment, or at least to find out why she was picking
on me.  Truthfully, I even considered using the tickets to
exact my revenge on my teacher, or at least find out why I
was being unfairly picked on.

    Thinking about my recurring dreams about cheerleaders and
my recent desire to enslave Camille, my cock twitched in
anticipation.  I looked over to Kristen, who was driving, and
admired her silhouette framed against the street lights.  Oh,
how I loved that girl!

    At that very moment, Kristen glanced my way and noticed
me looking at her.  She flashed me a quick smile.  "You do
like staring at me, Jim!"

    Bedtime consisted of Kristen sucking me to a couple of
orgasms while I licked her to a few of her own.

* * *

    Kristen woke me up at 5:30 the next morning.

    "What's going on?" I asked, groggily.  I didn't get to
sleep until about 2 AM that morning.  If I knew that Kristen
wanted me to get up early, I would have made sure that I got
to sleep at a more decent hour.  Of course, with Kristen on
my pecker, such a plan wouldn't have worked very well.

    "I basically accused you last night of having an affair
with Camille!" Kristen said, her voice very serious.

    "It's alright, Kris," I assured my Goddess.  "I
explained..."

    "No, Jim.  Today is my way of making it up to you.  Get
dressed.  I've already packed you a suitcase."

    Huh?  "A suitcase?  Are we driving to Madison?"

    "Better!" Kristen grinned.

    "Better than Madison?"

    "Get the fuck dressed, and you'll find out.  It's my
surprise, you silly and lovable idiot!"

    Despite the fact that I was exhausted, I dragged my sorry
ass out of bed and shuffled into the bathroom.  Since we were
in the apartment, there was no need for me to get dressed.  I
lifted up the toilet seat and relieved myself.

    I was about to flush the toilet when I heard the water
start splashing in the shower.  Kristen must have run into
the stall as I relieved myself.  I debated whether or not I
should join her--Kristen was sometimes a bit particular about
when I could be in the shower with her, since she didn't seem
to like shaving in front of me.  I was about to leave the
bathroom when I heard Kristen sing out, "Come on in, Oogie!"

    Hearing my invitation, I entered the shower with Kristen.
Her body was already lathered with soap and I couldn't help
but rub my fingers over her slick body.  This, of course,
turned into caresses, and soon two pairs of hands were
fondling each others bodies.

    I ended up shampooing Kristen's hair while she sucked on
my cock (another one of our favorite bath time games), and
then Kristen pushed me out of the shower so she could
complete her morning bathing activities with more privacy.
As I left the shower, I glanced into the mirror and decided
that I didn't look too bad given the lack of sleep that I was
able to catch that night.

    I continued to dry myself as I walked back into the
bedroom.  I saw that Kristen had an outfit for each of us
picked out.  I looked through Kristen's dressers until I
found where she kept my boxers (actually, these were boxers
in my size that she purchased for me).  I picked out a silly
white pair with red polka dots, and replaced the gray bra and
panties that she laid out earlier with my boxers.

    I was dressed and had entered the kitchen when I heard
Kristen come out of the bathroom.  She went into the bedroom,
and I heard her yell out to me, "You nut!"

    Feigning innocence, I answered, "What's up, Goddess?"

    Kristen came out of the bedroom wearing nothing but my
boxers.  "These are NOT mine, and you know it!  Where is the
gray pair that I picked out?"

    I didn't answer Kristen's question, but said, "You look
better in those silly boxers than I ever will."

    Kristen looked at me strangely and then shrugged.  She
said, "If that's what you want..." and then went back into
the bedroom.

    I found some bacon in the refrigerator and searched
around the kitchen until I found a large enough frying pan.
I put the pan on and peeled out four strips of bacon.

    "I hope you're eating four slices of bacon, Oogie!"
Kristen said, startling me.

    I turned around and saw Kristen in her outfit, a matching
outfit in gray and yellow consisting of a blouse and
mini-skirt.  I could see those polka dot boxers sticking
below the mini skirt.

    "Um, you're showing your boxers, honey!"

    Kristen shrugged.  "I thought that's what you wanted.
Girls wear mini skirts to show off their underwear."

    "I didn't realize that the skirt was a mini."

    "Think the gray panties would look nicer?"

    I nodded.

    Kristen harrumphed and left to go back to the bedroom.  I
heard her saying under her breath, "Men just have no fashion
sense."

    With the fashion shows and a fashion model like Kristen,
I had a feeling that my education in fashion would be rather
complete very soon, but I wisely held my tongue.

    I turned back to the bacon to find that there were now
four tiny shriveled black strips where there once was edible
meat.  I sighed and turned the heat off the burner.  I
remembered Kristen telling me that the microwave oven was
sometimes handy for doing bacon, but I didn't have any idea
how to use that machine.

    Kristen came back into the kitchen and saw my gourmet
meal.  She simply shook her head and mumbled something about
men not having any ability in the kitchen either.

    I was banished to the dining room as Kristen took over
the kitchen.  As I did so, it occurred to me that the most
successful chefs and fashion designers were indeed men.  I
didn't think that this was a good time to point that little
fact out to the Goddess.

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