The Rosewood High Guidance Counselor –Mrs Rose

I had no real reason to see Don Baxley, but he was discussed around school. He was the student that was alleged to have burned down the old school.  No one saw him do it, but a whole class of students was watching when the overhead projector caught fire.  He was there and had just arrived in the room as a new student.

Then there were other stories about him.  Until Brenda Rolling told her bizarre story I listened for days of fantasies from Mary Jane Burgoise.  The other students called Mary, the Virgin Mary, not because she was Catholic, because she wasn’t, but because she was crazy and loose with her sexual favors.  Most boys could talk her into anything.  She was often locked in jail, when it was various boys who screwed her.  I had been to court many times to explain that fact to judges.

Mary came to me all upset after Don Baxley first was in school, she said, “I can’t stay in the same class with him — you know he’s the Evil One!”

“What did he do Mary?”  I asked

“He just sits in class and every time he looks at me he thinks, ‘Mary the whore’, one day I had on my best pink dress and he thought that he wanted to step on me.  I looked  over at him and he was smiling an evil smile.  He saw me laying on the ground and I was naked on my torn dress and he was standing above me with a stick that he played with poking at my girl hole .  When I pushed the stick away he would smack my breasts with it.  He doesn’t call me ‘Virgin Mary’ like the others do, but ‘the whore Mary’.  Or sometimes Mary Magdalene.’  and I never take any money from boys.  Often after they do me they leave money, but I don’t ask or want their money.  What I don’t understand Mrs Rose is that he doesn’t even tell me in his thoughts that he wants me, because if he did I know I would have to do what he wanted.  I can’t resist what he is,  but he doesn’t want me.  He sits in class writing and radiates out hate for me.  I can’t do my class work when he’s in the room.  The other day I was trying not to think about him being in American History class, but he sits next to me and he thought, ‘The whore Mary is about to wet her pants, she’s going to have to get out of here and run to the bathroom and stick three of her fingers up into her over and over until she comes.’  And I ran to the girls room and on the toilet no pee would come out, but every time I pulled up my pants I felt like I would pop, and so it went, till I did his three finger thing.  It’s like he wants to prove how low I really am because 3 fingers are not comfortable, but I was forced to use all three and then after I got off, I never could pee.”

“What does he actually say to you Mary?”  I asked her.

“Nothing, he smiles at me and he knows his smile bothers me and I look away.  He knows I’m afraid of him.”

“What can I do about him looking at you”  I can’t really stop boys from looking at you can I?  You know how pretty you are?”

“No Mrs. Rose but could you keep me in other classes.  I don’t mind boys who just fuck me, but with him he’s different from all the others.”

I moved Mary to another class and changed her lunch period.  She said she couldn’t eat when he was in the room.  The principal wanted me to find out anything I could about Don or the Baxley family — it was because of the law suit.  I certainly couldn’t write down anything Mary said about him on her many visits to my office.  What could I say?’  ‘schizophrenic girl says Baxley almost made her wet her pants, and controls her mind?’ 

I saw Don in the halls of the church where we conducted school and he seemed small for his age.  He walked around school with Mary Sunstrain and Ruthie Popper.  We don’t allow hand holding in the halls, but it was hard to stop so the current directive was, ‘Try not to see it.’  Well Baxley held hands with both of them.  Not only that I had been told that the three of them studied at Brenda Rolling’s house.  It was interesting that Don’s grades were the best they could be and May and Ruthie got even better grades than usual, but Brenda’s grades were falling fast and she missed days.  Her mother covered for her but I kept calling her to my office.  Brenda had this obsession about a dream boy, that did godlike things and he was coming to Rosewood and she would be his slave.  When this theme never varied I refered her to a local psychologist who treated adolescents.  I had sent him several children before Brenda, and Brenda  went willingly and her parents were well off enough to afford weekly sessions with him.  I got a report every month from him, nothing confidential, just general impressions.

I know the study group met at Brenda’s house and that Brenda didn’t seem one of the girlfriends of Don.  I didn’t expect what Brenda told me about Brenda and May being pregnant.  Actually I called Brenda to my office because she had skipped so much and she was in danger of failing the 8th grade.

When she sat in my office across from me I said, “I know something strange is going on Brenda.  Why not tell me all about it?”  My word ‘strange’ must have done it, because she told me strange.

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Some other stories about Don are: http://room76.wordpress.com  http://jackisbusted.wordpress.com  http://readingminds1.wordpress.com  http://crispy3.wordpress.com  http://bit.ly/aoHOtj   http://jesusjack.wordpress.com

‘CURIOSITY’ by Ray Cates (Adolphus)

Sometimes I would do something because I could. It was as simple as that and because I had no motive other than curiosity, I was not usually suspected. My first day at Rosewood Junior High in Rosewood Texas was like that, the fat lady in the office teed me off because she was like blaming me because I attended four different schools in as many states in the 7th grade. We had to keep moving around because of my delightful parents. I had my ticks and they had theirs. They were mostly into theft and I got a kick out of fires. Fires were something I could do well. So if your reading this you might say, “Your so stupid, anyone with a match can light a fire. So what’s so special about fires?   So you’re a pyromaniac, so what?”  Well to answer the question I learned at an early age — maybe five, that I could start fires without a match or lighter or lightening, or blowing on hot coals, or using gas or lighter fluid.  I could start fires by using my mind.

Usually I had to be in sight of what I set and what got me in trouble was my ‘fire in the hand trick’.  I imagined fire in the palm of my hand.  I would hold out my left or right hand palm up and cause a fire to burn there, not a big fire and I wasn’t burned.  My hand wasn’t scorched or singed.  When I was questioned by teachers principals, and social workers I called it a ‘trick’, and that it was.  Mostly I did it to impress other kids.  Mainly I wanted to be liked, and to fit in.  I didn’t want to be a weird kid, but someone wo had friends.  I was not large as a seventh or eighth grader.  Girls were mostly all huge compared to me and most boys were also taller.

I was rather nondescript without my powers, my main power being the fire trick.

That 1st day at Rosewood I swore to myself that I would start no fires, I would be a normal student and study the stupid books and write just what I was told.  Of course I knew nothing ever works out well for me.  I had been in foster homes, orphanages and even a few kid jails over my first years.

The secretary asked me right off, “Where are your parents employed?”

“Self employed,” I said.

“I mean,” the woman said, “What kind of jobs do they do?”  I had heard this question before.  I tried different answers like, ‘Their medical doctors’,   that didn’t work, also I had used, ‘Their a preaching team’, but then I was asked ’What church?’  I really wanted to say, ‘The Devil Worshipers Church’, but I refrain from telling the family secrets.

That day at Rosewood I said, “They went out looking for work this morning,”  That’s why they couldn’t bring me to school, like they wanted to.”

“Oh”, she said writing something fast on a paper, “Are they day laborers, like in agriculture?”

“No  Miss,” I said, “they work in churches a lot.”  I wanted to say, ‘Stealing all their money,” but I didn’t.

“If their custodians we had one quit last week.”

“No my parents aren’t janitors.”  I told her.  When I speak to someone like Mable Turnable (that’s what her round the neck tag said her name was), I try to be very, very, very nice.  Mable was judging me by my clothes because what I wore that day was all I really had.  My mother doesn’t wash our clothes.  Generally we wear what we have and  then buy more when necessary.  Sometimes I was out underwear before I go to bed..  When I was small we slept in the car, that way they can’t find you for jail.  Now it’s generally motels or hotels.

I got my schedule and went to class.  It was already 2nd period.  I had to hand my pass to Mr. Thruburg the math teacher.  His face reminded me of a basketball and I had to sit in the very back because thats where the empties were.

Thurburg was standing next to an overhead projector talking really fast about, “This review of what every dunce should know by now.”  He was rolling acetate with all sorts of equations about angles.  My pencil needed sharpening and I couldn’t figure out what he wanted us to know.  It was a machine, and machines do catch fire.  His kind of exploded.  I just thought, my certain way, about it smoking and burning, not exploding. 

‘Pa-pa-puam’ was the sound and the machine became a backyard grill that someone squirted lighter fluid on.

“Oh gosh!”  Thruburg said and jumped back with the sleeve of his sports coat on fire.  That went out quick but he sucked his finger as the projector burned with a rather fierce flame.  The class burst into laughter.  The kind of laughter like saying, ‘Mr Thurburg is not our friend.’

One boy ran into the hall and got an extinguisher, and squirted it on the flames.  That put out the flames, but a bunch of bad-smelling smoke then came off the projector.  Melted and burned acetate is evil smelling.  Thats when the class beat the teacher out of the class.  We were standing on the lawn when the fire alarm went off.  What surprised me was that as we watched everyone file out on the school lawn more and more windows had smoke pouring out of them.  Like the whole side of the school was on fire.

I had only done an overhead.  It was a good thirty minutes before the fire truck came.  Mostly the girls and boys in the math class stood in separate clumps.  I stood right on the outside of the boys group and the girls group  was behind me.  everybody was talking but no one knew me.

“You started it didn’t you?”  a girls voice said from behind me.  I turned and this  thin, taller than me, girl with two Clearsel covered zits on the chin said, “I just felt you would do something about Mr. Reggie Thruburg when you came in.”

“That’s crazy,” I said, “this is my first day here and all I did was walk in and sit down in the back.”

“I am certified crazy, take my pills and see a shrink.  I’ve been waiting for you to come for at least 2 years.  You’re the boy with no real name.”

“I have a name, it’s Don L. Baxley.”

“That’s the name your using here.  I’ve been waiting to help you Don, not argue about your names.”

“Help me?  I said, “How could you help me?”

“Lots of ways.  I’m a helpful girl.  Actually anything you need.”

Well that made me think, if she had been really beautiful, or if generally girls had gone crazy over me, I would have had a different reaction to Brenda.  She said her name was, “Brenda Rolling,”  as we walked to the gym.  It was the only school building that wasn’t burning.

There is one thing thirteen year old boys think they need, but I figured Brenda must be thinking about something else.  She sat with me in the gym.  When we sat down she held my hand, not secretly but possessive like she choose me and was informing everyone else I had girlfriends before, briefly, but before I needed to talk to girls on the phone and mostly we didn’t[t have a phone that I could use.  There were always problems before.

By the time we sat down a man in a blue suit jacket was talking into a microphone, “Boys and girls,”  he said several times until everyone got quite.  Teachers who were standing in clumps around the bleachers were the last to stop  talking, “  Boys and girls, our blessed, beautiful school has burned, but it will rise again out of the ashes.”  To my mind it was still burning and far from burned down.  Only 2 fire trucks were there.  The air in the gym was full of smoke.  “Children our school is insured and it will all be built again.  So far it looks like arson.  That is someone  brought a bomb into one of our math classes and it exploded inside an overhead projector.  We will catch who ever did this thing and punish him or her.  Mr Thurburg a math teacher of twenty-seven years in this school has been seriously injured and is in the hospital.”  I thought about how strange that was because he had the fire out on his suit jacket when we left the room.  The principal went on, “The buses are outside so you are dismissed to go home today.

Our future plans, and location for school, will be in the media — newspaper and radio.”

So the whole student body went outside where there were at least thirty-five trucks and water tankers surrounding the burning school.  The buses were lined up along the road — maybe a football field away form the school.  Students mostly stood watching the fire as now flames were coming out of every window and the roof.  Maybe 40 teachers were actively yelling and pointing to the school buses, but it was 30 minutes before most of the students got on them.

I lived in downtown and didn’t need a bus to get to my motel.

“Do you ride a bus Don?”  Brenda finally said.

“No, we’re living at the Central Inn.  I walked here this morning.”  She was still holding my hand.  “There is a bus to downtown.  I ride it on Monday because i see my doctor, but that’s at 4:30 and now it’s just 11:30.  Maybe we could walk to my house.  It’s close to where you live and my parents won’t be home.  We could do the things boys seem to want to do.” 

We walked along toward town and I was thinking, ‘Brenda might be some sort of slut.  She gave out with this talk about helping me and her mother not being home.  It all added up to her being a nympho slut.  I really could use a little of that’. 

As we walked along  I was aware of how large she was, tall and busty while i was small for my age.   I had heard a sermon one time where the guy explained, ‘Never look a gift horse in the mouth.’  He said it meant not to inspect something you get free so close., or maybe you won’t get it.   If Brenda wanted me, so I was available.  After all maybe she just wanted to kiss in her dining room.  I had done that before with smaller girls.

We really walked a long way from downtown where my motel was.  I kept track of the turns and finally we were at this big house..  “We’re here,” she said, “my key is in the side door.”  It was a huge house, more the size of a school or church, styled like some churches –kinda modern.

“How many are in your family?:” I asked.

“Me, and mother and father.”  She opened the door and we went into the kitchen and through the dining room.  “Why don’t we just go up to my room.  It’s really private, even if mother came home, which she won’t, she always knocks before coming in my room.” 

We went upstairs, down a hall and into this large room decorated in pink.  A double bed was in it, “Why don’t you sit on the bed Don? I want to get comfortable.”

I sat on the side of the bed as she went into a bathroom and closed the door.  I didn’t think she’d be so quick, in fact I thought she would come out of the bathroom in maybe short shorts so I could see her legs.  I sat and looked at framed pictures of her on the wall for maybe five minutes.  Then the door opened and she came over to me in this see-thru nitie, it was blue.  She stood right in front of me so I could touch her.  Her big breasts were not even slightly hidden by the filmy covering.  “We have all the time we need, but I want to do it the way you want it.  I haven’t done this before but I’ve studied in books and seen pictures.  You can go in the bathroom and take off your clothes or do it right here, or just unzip when your ready.”

What I did was take her hand and she took that as an indicator that she should get on her knees in front of me  Our eyes met as she got down and then she bowed her head.  I let go of her hand when she squatted on the carpet and  I reached under the nitie and squeezed her left breast, it was big for a thirteen year old girl.  Not the biggest I’ve seen but I guess rather proportional for being as tall as she was.  I was immediately aroused so I said, ” I guess I better take my clothes off.”  I undid my belt, and dropped my pants.  She pulled off my shoes and I put my pants and shirt on a chair.  She pulled back the bed covers and slid under them without getting up, or standing up.  I got right in after her.

“I hope it goes in OK,” she said, “When I dreamed about you I didn’t know it would be so big.  We will have to try hard.”  She put her hands on my dick and guided it into her place.  Then I bore down, it seemed not hard at all, getting in, but she let out a scream.  I was glad no one was home.  Then it was embarrassing how little time it took before I let go, ejaculated, or as most say ‘squirted’.

“That was very good,”  she said.  I stayed in her and worked her until the stiff plug was just rope.  “In my dreams I knew you would make me feel this way.”

“What way?”

“Humble, satisfied, your belonging.”

By saying, ‘Your belonging’ I was afraid she meant that she wanted to be the only girl friend in my life.  She had been fun, but I didn’t want her for my girl friend, after all I didn’t pick her and she was too tall.

She began playing with my male equipment as soon as I was out of her –sticky and all, and soon it was back up and back in it’s place.  This time it took more time and I got up and showered after.  She just laid there in bed looking at me.  I dried off in front of her and she sat up in bed.  I noticed I had torn her nitie, it was ripped up on the floor.

“I was a virgin,”  she pulled back the sheet and there was blood on it.

“This won’t get you into trouble?”   I said.

“No, I’ll clean up.  More important I understand how you feel about me.”

I thought, ‘How the hell do you know what I’m thinking.’

“I can be useful to you.  See I know you enjoyed fucking me.  I’ll always be available, I can sneak over to you at night or you can come over here.  Think of me as a help not a bother.  I’m truly your girl and you don’t have to say you love me because you don’t.  I’m your belonging, your property.  If you say ‘Do my homework’ I will do it or if you want me for sex I will do it.  I will be your worker you don’t have to be mine.  Let’s say you pick out some little blond girl from school, when they build the school back, well I’ll help you get her.  I’m not jealous, I’ll just belong to you.”

“I’ve never owned a girl before..”

“Well you do now.”

“You’ll do anything I tell you, anytime?”

“Yes, a real master-slave relationship.  You give me nothing I give you everything.”

“What if I wanted your money, your allowance?”

“I consider that it already belongs to you.”

“So put it in my hand,” I said.

She walked in the bathroom and got the money out of her pocket, even the change.  then went to her dresser and got some other bills.  I liked watching her walk around with her boobs bouncing.

“It’s $180.64″ she said, “I’ve got more in the bank, over $500. that I can get you whenever you want it.  I can also get money from my parents or my grandmother and give you.”

“Good”  I said, “there is no reason for you to keep money.”

“It’s my owners money.”

“That’s the way I see it.”  She bowed at my feet with the money.  My feeling was that Brenda was serious and I did own her.  What is ownership anyway other than the consent of the owned.  Brenda consented.  I was intent on testing that consent.  I was standing above her and said, “Put my money on the floor and stand up slave.” she did and i put my hands all over her the way you would feel a new basketball you just got at the store.  She made no complaint as I kneeded her ass cheeks or put my hands in her hair., “You understand Brenda that i can order you to have sex with anyone else.  I don’t even have to explain why do I?”

“No master.”

“Call me Don, but when you say Don think ‘Master.’”

“I will Don.”

“Also when were alone it’s best if you bow at the waist.  You’re a tall slave and you need to try hard to be on my level.”  She bowed as low as she could.  Feeling her had aroused me again and she said, “Don do you want me on the bed again?”

“No we can do that anytime, right now you can fix me something to eat.”

“What ever you say Don, but your thing is sticking out again and I don’t think it wants hamburgers.”

“Never mind that,” I said, “your words are being tested.”

I decided after we were dressed that cereal would be OK because she didn’t know cooking.  I had 3 bowls as she watched and talked.  She had 3 girlfriends: Sofie, Madge and May.  “What are you going to tell them about me?”  I asked her between bites.

“I’ve already told them you were coming.  They are sick of hearing about my dreams.”

“And what could you tell them about me, someone you just met today.”

“I told them everything about how your not tall, your parents are missionaries and how you set fires.  Also I told them that when you come I would be your slave..”

“You know I couldn’t have started that overhead projector fire — I was nowhere near it.”

“I told them you could set fires in the palm of your hand and not burn yourself.  I wasn’t wrong was I?”

“How could you know about my trick?”

“I don’t know any more than you know, how you do the hand trick, or your new overhead projector trick.  I just know what I know from my dreams.  Tell ing my mother got me my 4:30 visits to Dr. Greg Smitham the local shrink.  What I’ve told him is confidential.”

I was talking and eating cereal, “How old  is Dr. Smithham Brenda?”

“Thirty-five, almost 36.  He’s young-looking for his age.  He looks like he’s in his 20′s.”

“Do you think he’s attracted to you, sexually?”

“He seems to like me and he wants me to talk about my sexual feelings.  Mostly that’s been about you, he doesn’t know your real.  He thought it was interesting that I wanted to be your slave.  He said that feeling was ‘Unusual’.  He said, ‘A upper class girl usually wants the upper hand.  Do you actually know what a slave is?’ he asked me, ‘Sure’, I said, ‘a person that somebody else owns.’  He told me another time that , ‘My wife and I are equals 50-50, except when she’s having babies then 90-10 with her in charge.’”

“Does his wife have many babies?”  I asked.

“One so far and another one’s due in maybe 2 months.”

“You have an appointment this afternoon?”

“I was going to skip it.

Well your here and it would be stupid to see him.”

“Look you don’t decide things for yourself anymore do you?  Your serious about being a slave aren’t you?”

“Oh yes Don, completely!”

“So if I told you to fuck someone else you would do it?”

“You want me to be your whore?”

“No my slave.”

“As your slave I have to do what my owner says.”

“Exactly and here’s what you’ll do this afternoon.  Go to see the doctor without wearing your panties.”  She had been looking at me, but bowed her head while I talked “You sit down so that he sees your legs and can look up your dress easily.  Then you go around behind his desk and sit on his lap.  Tell him how attractive he is and that you’ll never tell, promise him you’ll never tell.”

“He’ll never screw a thirteen year old.”

“Sit on his lap with your bare bottom.  Probably his whacker will get hard.  You’ll know that, feel it under you.”

“He has a couch.  Help him get his tool out and lead him over to the couch with it.”

“He has a woman who takes calls right out in the office.”

“She doesn’t ever disturb you does she?”

“No never.”

“So fuck him with feeling, act like you enjoy it.”

“He might make me pregnant.”

“Yes, he might.”

“Why are you in love with me?”

“Yes, but you don’t have t love me. because I’m your slave.”

“Right” she was still not looking at me across the kitchen table, “See you weren’t worried when I bonked you twice.  I didn’t even discuss wearing a rubber and you probably aren’t talking pills are you?”

“No Don, I would like to have your baby.”

“The doctor is my protection, you get to screw him regularly and then he gets the blame if you start to swell.”

“It would ruin his life and his wife would leave him.”

“Isn’t that my concern, not yours?”

“Yes Don.”

“So are you going to do it?”

“Sure, I have to do it.”

“What might happen if you didn’t do it?”

“You might not keep me as your slave.”

“What else might I do?”

“In my dreams you punished me.”

“How?”

“Whipped me with a belt.”

“Hard, I won’t show much mercy.”

“So tell me what if I sit on his lap and he calls for the secretary?”

“Whisper to him that you will tell his wife if he doesn’t do you.  I think you can work him without the threat.”

“I have to lie?”

“Of course if I tell you to.”

“Couldn’t I just ask mother for the pill?”

“No do it my way.”

“Yes Don.”

So we went upstairs and I picked a short green skirt and a white top.  I supervised her dressing even to brown loafers she could kick off easily.

She wanted to know what to say about her dream and I said, “As far as he knows I never came and you gave up on me.”

We walked back to town and she showed me the building where the doctor’s office was and I pointed out the motel where I lived.  Her appointment was for an hour and then she would come and report to me.  I went inside our rooms and watched TV.  I saw about half of a space- science fiction movie when she knocked on the door.

“It was like you said.  He didn’t hesitate when I rubbed my bare backside against him.  He even said, ‘I love you Brenda and when your seventeen we’ll run away and get married.’ 

Can you believe it?  I didn’t have to make any threat, but I said I loved him.”

“What a deal he’s making, he thinks, he fucks you for four years and then maybe marries you.  What did he say about you not being a virgin?”

He said, ‘Is this your first time?’  and I told him, “I may have gotten my cord broken when I rode horses, but that he was my ‘One and only sex experience.”  We did it twice and that and washing up took about all of my hour.  It’s something mother’s paying him to screw me twice.”

“What else did he say to you?”

“He said, ‘I guess we can skip talking about your dreams today.’  Then he said, ‘I heard about the fire in your school.  Did you know Thruburg, the teacher was burned to death?’”

“I told him that, ‘Mr. Thurburg only got his coat sleeve burned,but the class  saw him get that out.’ “

“So how was it?”  I asked her.

“What?”

“Tell me about him and me.  We both did you twice today.  Compare and contrast as they say in English.”

“He is more experienced.  He didn’t finish so fast — that felt better.  Yours is bigger and thicker than his.  He asked me, ‘Will you kiss it.  Sometimes girls like to lick it some.’ “

“I told him I didn’t want to do that,”

“You were right to tell him that until you asked me.”

“You mean you don’t mind if I do that?”

“Sure, I want to keep him happy with you.  I may let him pay to have my child, or pay for an abortion on his child.  This is no concern of yours, you’re the slave.”

“Yes Don,” she said and sat on one of the hotel chairs.”

“Just get on your knees” I told her, “and what did he say about these?”  I put my hands on her breasts and squeezed.

“He called them two fresh flowers’.  Isn’t that corny?”

“Milk jugs is what I call them.  So what did he say about your short skirt and lack of panties?”

“He said, ‘Wear panties next time.’  He said, ‘Fossie the secretary would wonder if she noticed, ‘a lack of undergarments.’”

“He’s right, after today dress in conservative outfits.  Also tell me everything you know about Sofie Madge and May.  Nothing is confidential between a slave and her owner.  I may want to try out something different tonight.  Maybe you can fix me up with the most likely candidate.”

“You want to fuck one of them tonight?”

“All you can do is your best.  We have a phone in this room.  First tell me which is more easily ready for my services?”

“May has never had a boy friend and she’s very shy.  If she thought you admired her she would let you do some things, probably not everything.  I don’t think she would be a slave.”

“Was she in the same class we were in this morning?”

“No, I didn’t see her this morning?”

“What’s her full name and tell me about her.”

“May Flower Sunstram, she’s a year older than me, 14.  She’s shorter than me and has blondish hair.”

“Is she fat?”

“She thinks she is, but she’s not.  May is always on a diet.  She eats very little and is always hungry.”

“What’s her favorite food.”

“Chocolate milkshakes.”

“So what are her secrets.  Things she told you never to tell, or things you know about her family she doesn’t think you know.”

“She lives with her mother only.  The story is that her father died, but May doesn[‘t have pictures of him or know her grandparents on her father’s side.  So May thinks her mother got drunk and was screwing around and doesn’t even know who her father is.  Her mother is an alcoholic who goes to AA meetings, and has for years, and then knows every bar in Rosewood, and has gone to all of those for years.”

“Does May drink?”

“Once we shared a bottle at my house and got drunk on wine.  She liked the wine, it was a French kind my father keeps a quantity of.  It was her idea that night that we get drunk”

“What does May say about boys?  I mean things she would never want you to repeat.”

“She thinks her breasts are too small and does exercises that will make them firm up and grow.”

“Are they very small?”

“No but she’s insecure about how she looks.”

“What else does she think is wrong?”

“Mostly her face.  She doesn/t like the looks of her nose.  It looks fine to me but she thinks it’s too big.  You asked about boys, well May agrees with me that a boy shouldn’t ask to kiss you he should just do it.”

“Has she had sex before?”

“Yes, a cousin.  Her mother’s brothers son who is a year younger than May.  That was a year ago, she liked it.   She said the cousin had a small dick.  At a church picnic she saw several boys peeing on trees and said they all had bigger ones than Millard her cousin.”

“So here’s what you do Brenda.  Call May and say, ‘Since there’s no school tomorrow I’ve planned a party tonight.  I’m getting a room at the Rosewood Motel where we can get drunk and that’s not all.  This boy is coming to the party that I think will like you.  I’ve told him about you.  We can share him and the bottle i’m sneaking out of the house.  Tell your mother you sleeping at my house and I’ll tell mine I’m at yours.  Be here at seven.’ “

I rented room 76 which was at the far end of the motel.  I told the bored assistant manager that my parents wanted a third room.  May told Brenda that she would bring her lace nitie, “To see how our friend Don likes it.”

“Come on in May, Brenda isn’t back with the bottle yet.”  She hesitated then smiled, and came on in.  The rooms aren’t big and the double bed took up most of the room.  May shook hands with me and we sat in the two green chairs.

“I just started school today.”  I told May, “and only went to class when the fire broke out.”

“It wasn’t a pretty school anyway.  Straight up brick, it looked like a court-house.  It felt like a prison.”  Right after she said that Brenda said from the door, “Is anyone in there?”

“Brenda came in with another book bag.  She pulled out a bottle and said, Chravis Delux Whisky.  I brought 2 bottles of this stuff so there was no room in my bag for any clothes but this.”  She laughed and pulled out a sheer nitie.  May covered her face and said, “I brought one of those to.”

We had ice in the room already and after one drink in our clothes Brenda said, “What do you think Don should we all dress informally now or just not dress at all?”  She and May started giggling at that and I said, “Lets wear informal outfits until we at least have our third drink.” They both laughed at that and went in the bathroom with their backpacks.  I pulled off everything but my undershorts and turned back the bed covers.  They were in the bathroom shuffling around for quite a while and I said, “What’s taking so long?”

“We’re getting all of our clothes on”  May said

I could smell perfume coming out into the room, they had splashed so much on.

“I’m waiting for those next 2 drinks so we won’t need any,”  I said.

“We want you to have half drinks because Miss Sowens the health teacher said, ‘Alcohol cuts down male sexual performance’ “  Brenda said thru the door.

“Come on out you two.”

“May’s a little shy.  She wants you to turn down the lights some.”

“I turned off all the lights but one bed light,” I said,” but there is still plenty of light.”

The door came open, then and Brenda came out with May kinda hiding behind her.  May had one hand over her face palm up turned and the other hand and arm across her breasts.   Neither of the girls nities were much of a covering.  Brenda looked so much larger than May — May was my size.

“Lets have those drinks,” Brenda said.  Then May whispered something to Brenda that i couldn’t hear and Brenda said, “Some of us don’t think it’s fair for one of us to not uncover, not to uncover his main sexual part while the other two of us are mostly buck naked.”

“We’re only two drinks away from being all totally bare assed,”  I said, “so why don’t we drink up?”  May whispered to Brenda again and Brenda said, “Maybe we better fill the girls glasses to the top.  Some of us need courage.”

“OK,” I said and poured 2 full paper cups with just a single ice-cube and just a bit on the bottom of the cup for me.  Both girls drank too much at once and coughed.  Just then some car doors banged shut outside our room.  It was a motel and people stopped driving for the night.  May ran in the bathroom and shut the door.  I whispered to Brenda, “Go in there and reassure her, tell her that i picked her over you for first go.  Tell her that I’ll get under the covers and won’t look, we’ll turn every light out and the only light in the room will be from the outside parking lot.  We can deal with clothes under the covers.   So Brenda went in the bathroom and I could hear them talking, but couldn’t understand what was said.  then the bathroom door opened slightly and Brenda came around to my side of the bed and said, “She needs to drink first, she said that while she does, you and I can ‘get it on.’”

“You go back in there with her and the bottle and give her that 2nd drink and more than that if she needs it.  Then you get her into this bed.  I’m holding you responsible.  I’m a believer that you will talk and sell her on ‘a little in and out fun’  Get her drunk enough but not passed out drunk.  Wake me up if you need more orders and directions.”

“Yes Don,” she said and went back into the bathroom with May.  I never really went to sleep, but I heard them talking for some time.  I rested and then looked at my watch and it was 8:30 PM.  About 10 minutes later Brenda came back out.  She got on her knees by the side of the bed and said, “She’s not stupid Don, and she thinks she’s figured everything out.  She said, ‘This Don is the boy you’ve been dreaming about.  He’s the magician who can start fires in his hand, that don’t burn him.

Don’t you get it Brenda he has no fuckin real name.  Your not supposed to be able to speak gods real name.  Just like you dreamed his parents are devils, it’s really heavy, a god comes out of the devil.’

  He can give people the  itch until they scream, and lots of other tricks.  it was no accident that Mr. Thornburg got crispy after he arrived.  I think he’s a god.  That’s why I’m afraid.  It’s supernatural to be able to kill someone and not touch them.  I want to see the fire in his hand, and worship him, pray to him.

That’s when she said she wants to be your follower.  Your worshiper’.  Show her your tricks and she will do anything for you.”

“Good,” I said, “turn on the lights and bring her out.”  I sat up in bed and Brenda brought out May — still behind her, peeking out at me.

“Here’s the thing I like to do the fire thing.  It’s impressive, but there are smoke detectors in every motel room.”  I pointed out one in the rooms left corner.  “I don’t want to get kicked out of this room when I want to get down to business you both.  So I’ll do the itching trick.  Where would you like to itch May?”   She whispered  something, then Brenda said.  “She wants it between her legs, right in her girl spot.”

“So what you need to do Brenda is gag her real tight and get the straps off your book bag and hers, and use them to tie her on the bed.  Fix her so she can’t get loose.”  It was after 9 when she was tied tight and it was all ready.  She could move her head and I said, “Nod when you want to  itch May.”  She waited then nodded.  I didn’t have to move form where I was standing  to give an itch.  All I did was look at her brief underpants and think ‘Horrible itch there.’  She bucked up and down so fiercely that Brenda threw her hands over her face.  I turned the itch off about 3 minutes after I started it.  Brenda was going to untie her but I said, “No, let her calm down first.  Wait till she nods that she won’t scream or scratch herself.  It was ten more minutes before she quit moving on the bed.

“Look at her arms and legs Don, they’re really bruised.”

“If she tries really hard in sex I will make that go away.”  I motioned for Brenda to untie her when May started to nod.

“God!” May said, “I couldn’t stand it.  I wanted to tear it out of my body.”

“I know I don’t tie up everyone I do this to.  I learned how to do this when I was eight years old.”

“Thank god you stopped it,”  May said.

“It doesn’t itch at all now does it?”

“No, all at once I was cured.  It was more than an itch.  It hurt me all up inside.”

“I can inflict pain or pleasure.”

“Just tell me what to do Don,” May said

“Well I’ve been waiting for you in bed.”

“I really hope I don’t have to face my mother with these bruises.  Mostly I have a bad bruise for days.”

“Kiss my penis and the bruises will all be gone,” I said.  I got back on the bed with my shorts off and she put her face down at it and planted a ‘slobbery kiss on the side of it..  I think she was trying to watch her arm bruise as she did it.  All her marks went away.

“It’s more than a trick,” Brenda said, “there’s no doctor or pill that could do what you did.”

“Most men could put fingers or their male instrument in a girls place, but what I just did was insert a thought of itching down deep inside it.  Could anyone have more control than I have?  I don’t think so.”

That was all the talk for a while.  I humped May while Brenda rubbed my feet.  It was 11 pm when I inserted myself into Brenda.  She didn’t seem as responsive or excited as the first time so I said, “What’s wrong with you now Brenda?  Your not doing as good as before.”

“What am I doing wrong Don?”

“Maybe now your afraid of me?”

“It scares me that you might be able to hurt me just by thinking it.  I think you could stop my heart from beating if you wanted.”

“I have that power, or I could start your heart after it stopped beating.  Awesome isn’t it?”

“Yes I don’t want to displease you,” Brenda said.

“Me either,”  May said, she was now fooling with my toes while I was still inserted inside Brenda.

“Why aren’t your parents looking for you Don?”  May said.  “Well were all in the 8th grade and Brenda and I lied to our parents to get here.  What did you do?”

“To simplify my situation, I control my parents.  They don’t do what I say, but they must leave me alone.”

“Do they know your in a motel room with two underage girls?”  May said

“They may know, but they don’t care.  As far as underage goes May your older than me and Brenda by two months.  You have no bruises on you May and I found tonight that you weren’t a virgin May, and after today, you aren’t either are you Brenda?

“No Don,”  they both said.

“Tomorrow you will both be pregnant, but I will restore your virginity.  It’s also true when ever I want back in I can get in there just fine.”

“I don’t believe that could happen,” Brenda said.

“Just check down there tomorrow.”

At 1am  we had finished 4 pizzas and 3 two liter cokes, and were undressing again to screw some more.  I was feeling May’s ample ass, when she said, “If your God, and all Don why not just create pizza and coke out of thin air?”

“There would be no point to that.  We can get that food and drink easily from a vender.  He came right up to the door and delivered and I paid with May’s money.”

“Listen there would be a point Don”  Brenda said, “to create $10 bills  Then May and I wouldn’t have to beg money from our parents so you can rent hotel rooms and buy pizzas.”

“It’s too easy.”  I said.  I had Brenda call the radio station and there was school at the First Presbyterian Church.  So my decision was to sleep the rest of the night.  May and Brenda’s decision was to ask questions about curing cancer, ending wars and if I could make my own dick grow longer.

I finally got them quite by saying, “And what kind of punishment did I give you in your dreams Brenda?”

Real softly she said, “A belt whipping.”

I had to assert myself as the master, or I would be owned by the two of them.  I would have inflicted pain to get some sleep.

The next morning we started getting dressed and both girls were in a kissing mood and were trying to get an erection up instead of school.  I was not trying to promote school over an erection but it’s where people our age are expected to be.  My powers don’t extend to abolishing school.

“Listen Brenda, you and May, do you feel different today?”

“Why are we  pregnant like you said?”  May said.

“Yes, your both going to have boys,”  I told them, “and I grew your cords back this morning as a trick.”

“Cords?”  Brenda said as she buttoned her blouse.

“I made you both virgins again this morning.  Although I plan to break in again after school.”  Both of them reached under the clothes already on an felt.”  That left them speechless.  We walked 3 blocks to the church which was an ultra modern building.  While we walked May talked on and on about how, ” I want to write down everything you said.  It’s holy.”

I discouraged that by saying, “People don’t want to read about god fucking.”

“That’s right, your always right.”  May said.

“Not always.”  I said.

In the church teachers sent us right to the meeting room or sanctuary.  I would guess that maybe one-third of the students present yesterday in the gym were not at the church.

The same man in a different suit talked and said, “We are still investigation the arson.”  Then he went on about how the school was ‘Self insured,’  I think that means they have no insurance, we students could care less.  then he thanked the Presbyterians for loaning their church and said a prayer for Mr.  Thurburg.  Then teaches stood up one by one and each home room went with their teacher.  I had a card with a list of my classes and home room but that was left on my desk during th fire drill.  So I sat tight finally an assistant principal (or so it said on his tag) looked at me and said, “Your Don Baxley?”

“Yes,” I said.

“People have been looking for you, come with me.”

I followed this thin man into an office filled with church hymnals.  There were four men in the room and six chairs in a circle.  They didn’t tell me their names but one said, “So your Don Baxley?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Did you start the fire that killed Mr. Thruburg?”

“He didn’t get killed.”

“Oh yes he’s very dead,”  the fattest man in the room said.

“He just got his coat sleeve burned.  I was in the back of the room and saw it all.  I had just been in the room ten minutes.  He put the fire out on his sleeve.”

“I’m the superintendent of schools and I say he’s dead as a doornail. Now son we couldn’t contact your parents, but other students put you at the fire.”

“Thirty five students were in that room I was as far from the overhead as you could get..”

“Hell”, a balding man said, “get it off your chest, what was it a ball of paper stuffed inside the machine.  Confess, your parents would want you to tell the truth.”

“The truth is Thruburg was reading off the overhead and no one put anything in your machine.  It was defective and just caught fire.  Also I don;’t believe that teacher  is dead.  I don’t think any of you have actually seen him dead.”

The superintendent said, “Well I wasn’t here when they took him away and I was told there won’t be viewing because he was so burned up, but yes I haven’t actually seen the body, but I know he’s dead.”

“Not very scientific,”  I said.

“So the assistant principal said, “I vote that we take Mr Don here down to see our late math teacher’s remains and then  let the stenographer take down his statement.  Maybe by that time his parents can be called and brought to a meeting.”  I really thought that those people don’t want to meet my parents.  I think I was a little too argumentative with  those male officials and they didn’t like that in someone thirteen.

We went out to a very large Chevrolet.  We included all of the people in the room.  The superintendent was driving.  I started to make the car fail, but I thought that would seem like a small, regular thing.  Just a car that wouldn’t run, maybe out of gas, or a battery problem.  We crowded into the car and rode to the Evers-Rochett Funeral Provider and Memorial Gardens.  It was a big sign on a rather small building — a red, white and mostly blue sign.

We were met at the door by a rotund man in an expensive suit, much better than the officials.  My clothes were really improper for such a place.  The well dressed fat man said, “Is this the boy accused of the atrocity?”

“We better not talk about that , since his parents aren’t here yet?”

“What am I accused of?”  I asked.

“Lets not talk of that,”  a man said who looked like a farmer — he had on yellow suspenders.

“Well the boy might as well know that he is suspected in the death of our teacher.”

“Were here to see his dead body that no  one has checked to see that he’s really burned or dead.”  I said.

“You an outspoken little squirt.”  the farmer said.  They all had a quick laugh at that.

The funeral director led us down a hall with antique angels of various sizes he said, “Gentlemen Mr. Thruburg is in the Blue Sky Room, where the survivors haven’t chosen his method of retirement yet”

“We want to see if he’s really dead.”  I said.

“He’s dead and very badly burned,”  the funeral person said, “We will recommend that he not be placed for view.”

The room was very blue and there was a draw string felt blanket thing stretched across most of the room.  When the curtain was pulled there were ten lumps on what looked like boards with fake marble siding running down to the floor from each board.  “Over here is where Mr. Thruburg is resting,”  Our leader said, “He’s on number three.”  Sure enough there was a Roman Numeral three marked on the front of one slab.  All the still ones were covered with a bedspread.

“Do you really want to see this sonny?”  the farmer said.

“My name is Don and wouldn’t it be about dopey to come all the way over here and not see if the math teacher is alive.  You wouldn’t place   a person underground or in a tomb whose heart is beating, or is in a coma would you sir?”

“No sir eree we don’t have living persons laying in here.  We check carefully.  Get ready for a shock.  He’s surely burned.”  He pulled off the bedspread and you could see the teacher in the clothes he had worn in class a day ago.  His face and hair were unburned.  In fact his skin looked younger, less wrinkled.  Like he had just enjoyed a restful sleep.  But you could see him breathing.  It was restful sleep and he moved an arm, his left arm wiggled and his fingers moved, well one man went, “Oh owl ah whha”  and the farmer grabbed the superintendent as the fat man sank into a faint.

“Good that we came over and checked on Mr Thurburg.  Maybe we could call his family and have a conference.”  I said. “Did that stenographer come over so that maybe the teacher could comment on sleeping in the blue room.”

“You’re a smart aleck little shit”  the assistant principal said.

I just walked back to school after Thruburg sat up and I heard him say, “Did I pass out?”

People get really upset when dead people just wake up.

Before I left the farmer was making the funeral director pull the bedspreaads off all the stiffs and check their pulses.  I started to give this pretty nurse one, but on reflection decided to leave it stiff on it’s table.

When I got back to school I talked to a hall monitor named Jorge ‘Counter.  He said, “It’s a little late to come to school.  We only had 3 periods this morning and we have early dismissal in 10 minutes.  Jorge was as big for his age 12, as I was small for mine.

Jorge read tons of books but had no friends.  His father was a cab driver and he didn’t know where his mother was.  She had left when he was nine.  He said, “I think Thurburg was a stupid teacher who is better off dead.”  He explained that, “One stupid test got me a D instead of a C in his class.

I asked him if he had a girl friend and he said, “There is this girl I like Ruthie Popper.”

“So how’s it going.”  I said.

“She barely knows me.  I see her in English class and band, or did see her.  Now that our flutes and drums are burned up no telling when I’ll see her.”

“Did you sit next to her and talk to her?”

“No I just admired from a distance.  Usually I sat near, but behind her in English — so I could see her hair or hands.  I know where her house is and I just ride by their on my bicycle in case she’s in the yard.  She lives 21 blocks from me.  In about 9 months I’ve seen her seven times.  She waved at me 3 times.”

“Does she have some other boy friend?”

“Henderson, Mot Henderson and he’s not as big as me, but he gets people beat up and takes their lunch money.  since we have no school lunches he’ll probably go to plain strong arm robbery on kids your size.  I hope you don’t carry cash to school.  He can smell out five in cash about 3 water fountains away.”

“I’ve only been here for a little of one day.”  I said.

“Did you have girlfriends at the school you came from?”

“Not much, but I have two here already.”

“How do you have two?”  One of their rules is that you get only one at a time.  My father has had maybe fifteen women friends since my mom ran away, but they only allow that their his one and only.”

“My two know each other real well, and I got one to help me get with the other.  Their names are Mary Sunstrum and Brenda Rolling, do you know them?”

“Sure this isn’t such a big high school.  What do you do see one every other night or see one in school and the other at night?”

“I just got in town yesterday.  They just both like me.”

“Yo mean like they’ve kissed you?”

“Sure.”

“You dated them?”

“Last night.”

“You went to one of their homes early and the other late?”

“No they both came to where I live.  I did go to Brenda’s house earlier.”

“I can’t believe any of this, because you’ve only been in town one day and girls are jealous.  ONe woman tore up my fathers whole living room because she suspected he was seeing someone else.”

“These two aren’t jealous.”

“I have t see this.”

I just stood around some and then I said, “Show me this Ruthie Popper and I’ll figure out a way you can get at her.”

“What will you do talk to her and say. ‘I know this boy Jorge whose in love with you?’  She might laugh.”

“I might have a girl or two alert her that your interested.  What do you care how I do it, if you get her?”

“I’ll point her out to you.” he said.

I nodded and waited, without a bell system the classes in various buildings dismissed at different times.

“What do you want from me, if you do this for me?”

“What’s it worth?”  How much would you do to get her?”

“About anything.  She’s the only one that interests me.  Name what you want, but I want more than one date.”

“You just work for me and I’ll  set you up.  Just follow directions.”

“OK boss”.

Brenda and May both came to the entrance together and each gave me a smile and hug.  I’m sure hugging was against school rules but the teachers were not where we were.

May said, “Well we get off half a day.”

“That math class didn’t have a pleasant day.  We were all together all morning, and the five who didn’t show up today the police went out and brought them in.  They talked to us individually then in groups and then as a whole group.  They kept mentioning your name Don and of course no one knew you.  They even had a diagram about where we all sat in the room and times when someone went to the pencil sharpener.  They knew that you walked  with me to the assembly and sat with me.”

“What exactly did they ask you:?”  I said.

“About how long I’d known you.  It was mostly this one detective with grey frizzy shoes on and a sports coat that didn’t fit him.  He said, ‘You aren’t a suspect, yet.  But if you want your parents here for your questioning we can get them.’

I said that I  didn’t need my parents so he asked about who your friends are and I said, ‘He just walked in this morning and none of us knew him, so how could he have friends.’

‘So how come you were so chummy with this stranger?’

‘Because he was cute, and I decided to welcome him to the school.’

He asked that one about a hundred times.  He would leave the room and a woman would come in and say, ‘Honey what kind of boy is this Don.  What did he say to you all that time you two were walking around holding hands.?’

I said we talked about the band, about drums and about friends of mine, about the school, and about the classes.  One thing that puzzled me was both the man and woman asked ‘Did he talk about religion?” “

“Well that was because I told the woman who checked me into school that my parents work for churches.”

“She’s coming!”  Jorge said, he grabbed my coat.  I gave him a moderate shock, but he didn’t seem to feel it  I don’t like people pulling on me.  “It’s Ruthie,” he whispered.

“The girl walking toward us was as tall as Brenda, but better looking.  She had reddish dark hair.  She was carrying too many books in her hands and also had a book bag over her left shoulder.  She put her books and head down to adjust them on a church pew.

“Do you know her?”  I asked May.

“Sure,” May said, “She’s Ruthie Popper her father is Judge Popper.  You read about him in the paper.”

“But are you her friend?”

“No she’s shy and reads a lot.  That’s why she carries all those books.”

“Here’s what will happen May when Ruthie almost gets to us she will drop her books and you will help her get them up.  She will be sick so you will help her get to a bathroom.   She will have to clean up her clothes.  This will take awhile.  Now do either of you girls have a breath mint or any medicine?”

“I have two aspirin wrapped in a piece of tinfoil.”  Brenda said.

“Excellent, let me handle it.”  She got it out of her backpack as Ruthie started toward us.  I took the little package and handed it to May, “Now May when Ruthie is cleaned up say, ‘Take these two pills.  They will make you feel better’  Before or after she takes them say, ‘That boy who was standing with Brenda and me, Jorge Counter, is crazy about you.’  If she doesn’t take the pills when she is told to she will get really sick — her skin will change color.  Don’t call an ambulance just get her to take the aspirin.  When she takes them she will feel better and like Jorge.”

So Ruthie began to stumble with the books and fell on the church carpet.  May rushed over and helped her up.

“Oh God,” Ruthie said as May was helping her stand up, ” I can’t see well and I think I’m going to throw up.”  She threw up on herself and on May and May guided Ruthes who was saying, “Oh my God I even threw up on you.”  More vomit gushed out as she went along.   It was yellow thick stuff that would be difficult to clean out of a carpet.

“They will be gone for quite a while,”  I told Jorge and Brenda.  It looked like everyone was gone home for lunch from the church.  One teacher did walk around the vomit and she said, “What caused this?”

“Some girl just threw up”  I said

“It looks more like a horses vomit.  It’s ruined this carpet.”  She was an old woman with a cane.   “So why don’t you children run along home right now?”

“We’re waiting for our friend who went to the bathroom with the sick girl.”  Brenda said.

“Did someone tell you that Mr. Thrumburg is not dead.”  the old woman said, “and after I spent thirty dollars to send flowers to the family.”

“How do you know he’s alive,”  I said.

“Oh he came waltzing into our after noon faculty meeting.  Said he just came from the funeral home.  That’s where I sent my flowers.  There’s something wrong with all of this!”  She walked around us and out the church door.

After she was out of sight Jorge asked, “How did you get her to fall and vomit?”

“He’s a magician” Brenda said, “real magic.”

“That vomit is really real.”  Jorge replied, “I’ve never thought anyone could do that.  What other tricks can you do?”

“It’s not like I just produce tricks, I mean just to please an audience.  Mostly I act to help or amuse myself.  I decided to unite you with Ruthie so that you would be really grateful and do favors for me, when I ask.”

“Your like a hypnotist I guess?”  Jorge said, “You make us all believe we see vomit, it’s an illusion, and somehow Ruthie just thinks she’s sick, so that makes her sick.”

“Put your hand in the vomit if you dont think it’s real.”  Brenda said.

“Or smell it,”  I said.  At first I didn’t make it smell but his doubts caused me to purify it to the extent where raw sewer waste and rotten garbage in a chemical factory smells better.  We all went out the front door to wait, but you could smell it there.

“Will they ever get rid of that smell?”  Brenda said, “that is the most terrible stink I’ve ever sniffed.”

“It will take weeks,” I said., “first they’ll try to clean the carpet, then replace it.”

“What could be wrong with Ruthie that she would be so sick?”  Jorge said.

“She wasn’t really sick,”  Brenda gave me a look like he’s so slow, “It’s just Don’s way of helping you get what you want.”

“Oh” Jorge said, but didn’t really believe that Ruthie wasn’t really sick.  We waited outside the front door for maybe 20 minutes and all that was said was Brenda, “Do you think I should go check on them?”

“No, their all right, ” I said.

Right then both girls came out of the sanctuary holding towels over their faces and coughing.

“Oh my god,” Ruthie said, “I’m going to be in terrible trouble when my father finds out I ruined the church carpet.”

“Jorge, Brenda, May and I will never tell.  No one saw you do it and after all you couldn’t help it.”

“Shouldn’t we clean it up” Jorge said.

“It won’t clean up, ” I said, “why don’t we go over to Brenda’s house where we can get something to eat and clean up.”

“your mother isn’t home is she Brenda?”

“I don’t think so, but if she is Don can think of some way to get her going somewhere else, can’t you Don?”

“She’s probably just not home. ” I said.

Wee were a block away before the bad smell was completely gone.  May and Brenda walked with me and held my hands and Jorge and Ruthie walked behind us also holding hands.

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