Message-ID: <29682asstr$986242203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <200104021726.KAA07947@mail1.bigmailbox.com> From: "Deja User" Subject: {ASSM} "Disinformation" {Empath} (MF, oral, fun) [1/2?] Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2001 16:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, kelly ------------------------------------------------------------ <1st attachment, "Disinfo.txt" begin> Disclaimer/Admonition: This story has explicit descriptions of people engaging in careless and unprotected sexual activity in it, and shouldn't be accessed by minors. Kids? Try this stuff and you'll probably end up either in an AIDS ward waiting to die or in the maternity ward looking at your child before you graduate. Don't rush into 'It' - it's not THAT much fun, and certainly not worth the risks around nowadays - I'm glad I'm married! :) In any case, should this find its way into minors' hands, I cannot be held responsible - I DID warn them. Author's Note: Okay, this isn't *strictly* speaking a "Mikel & Nadine" episode - the events herein did not happen to Dancer and/or myself. The story was *inspired* by someone from my alma mater calling me up while Dancer and I were visiting my folks. My 10-Year High School Reunion was scheduled for sometime in January - after Dancer was to go back to Nebraska. As a result, I never went - firstly the love of my life wasn't by my side, and secondly I was on the down slope of a blue funk that would bottom out around St. Valentine's Day, so why spoil everyone's punch? But what if... Disinformation or Let's Fuck With Their Tiny Little Minds! - Part one By Empath Copyright, 2001 ============= They made their entrance. A few smokers outside Diefenbaker High's front entrance paused to look at them, but were given some smug disinterest. Nadine was in an attractive dark blue dress that accentuated her voluptuous form, but at the moment it was hidden by a sable coat of his mother's. Mikel was in a light brown suit, covered with a black topcoat. She insisted he looked good in it, though he always thought his legs make him look short and stocky in any suit. More than their clothes, they wore an aura of *confidence* - they knew were the most successful, most influential, most *interesting* people at this place. Or at least the ones who would have the most fun... Inside, they were confronted by a young man who took their coats. As he was peeling off his gloves, they heard a woman's voice: "Mikel! Mikel Torsson! You're one of the early birds!" Turning, he saw a brunette standing behind a table covered with nametags. The face was familiar to Mikel, as was every face he'd seen from birth, but if he hadn't spoken with the voice recently he would have never remembered her name. "Angela - Angela Wilkins! Leading this walk down memory lane?" "It's Soper, now." "Paul Soper? Well, never would've expected that." "Neither would I - we met in a business meeting only six months ago, and well..." "C'est la vie!" Angela nodded, and looked past him. "And this is?" Mikel looked to his wife. He could see her shyness was taking hold already; she hung back and was casting around, trying to avoid eye contact. As he took her elbow to comfort her, an evil idea entered his head. Quickly sticking his left hand in a pocket he addressed the Reunion organizer. "My...companion. Um, Mrs. Sanders? I'm having trouble with your first name again." She looked at him with a little confusion, then felt a squeeze on her elbow the same time his expression changed. He was looking at her with heavily lidded eyes, and a smugly aloof smile. If she didn't know his face as well as she did, she could have mistaken the wink as just a twitch of an eyelid. She nodded imperceptibly, dropped her eyes, and whispered meekly "Nadine. It's Nadine Sanders, sir." "Louder. I couldn't hear that, so I'm quite sure Mrs. Soper didn't." Nadine repeated herself with more volume as Angela distractedly filled out a blank nametag. Mikel was pleased to see she was rather nonplussed by this. She tried to cover her discomfort by asking "So, what are you doing now?" He raked his eyes over the woman before he replied to her question. "I'm a loan officer with Wells-Fargo. Mr. Sanders came to me in some financial difficulty - his business was failing and he needed help to make his mortgage. After some brainstorming, we were able to come to...an arrangement." At this, Nadine tried to look even more downcast. "I do so like my profession; it's so rewarding to help people in need." Angela was again struck dumb by something, and with a slack jaw, she held out the two nametags. Nadine took hers, but stopped at Mikel clearing his throat. In response to an arch frown from him, she looked downcast again, put her tag down, took his and pinned it to his lapel, and finally administered to herself. Mikel gave the hostess a sly smile. "Good help is SO hard to find, isn't it? Take care of your finances." He was rewarded with a half-hearted nod from the thoroughly shocked woman. As the couple walked from the greeting table Mikel spoke, making sure his voice would carry just enough. "And now, m'dear, I think we will have to discuss this impudent behavior of yours." He roughly cupped a buttock in his hand as he steered them to the boys' bathroom. Once inside, they both broke up in laughter. "What the fuck was that?" Nadine asked as they leaned against the wall. "It occurred to me that I'll probably never see these people again," Mikel replied, his shoulders shaking. "And you decided to have some fun at their expense?" He placed his hands on the wall on either side of her head and leaned against her, kissing briefly. "Turnabout's fair play, darling." She kissed him back. "So, I didn't hurt your feelings?" She gave him a disappointed look, took his hand, and stuck it under the hem of her dress. "Does that answer your question?" His fingers teased her damp slit for a little before she shook his shoulders. "Mik? There's a security camera." "Damn, it's gotten worse in here - I remember them installing smoke detectors and there was a big uproar about that." The couple made their way into a toilet stall. "They don't have metal detectors." She pushed him onto the toilet. "Only because Canadians don't have guns to be detected." He undid his slacks and unbuttoned his boxers, freeing his erect cock. The conversation ended as Nadine turned her back to him, lifting her dress to her waist. Her lush bottom was creamy white, except for the pink fingermarks where he had grabbed her. Mikel watched as his wife sank onto his manhood, sheathing him in her moist, wet pussy. Their lovemaking was cut short by the sound of someone entering the restroom. Nadine hopped up and put her eye to the crack in the door. "Who's this tall, cool drink?" she whispered. Mikel joined her. "Er, Bob Stamp. Bit of a jock. Basketball and hockey." "He bully you?" Mikel shrugged. "Not really. Lanky, isn't he?" He knew Nadine had a slight preference for tall men. "Quick - gimme the name of a friend of his - someone who'd hold parties," she hissed. Mikel wracked his brain, managing to come up with "Uhhh, er, Jack - Jack Webb." Nadine gave her husband a doubtful look. "Really." "No shit - his folks liked 'Dragnet', the poor fella. But he was a real ringleader - the life of the party. Good friends with Bob, here." "Perfect." Nadine gave husband an impish grin, handed her nametag to him and opened the stall door as her target started zipping up. "Bob Stamp! I'd never forget a butt like that!" She rushed up, goosed him on both cheeks and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her face into his back. "Uh. Yes?" She turned him around, giving him a disapproving smile. "How soon we forget! Jack Webb's Halloween party - '89? I was dressed like a cat and I let you play with my 'pussy'?" Bob recovered only partially from the surprise. "Uh. Yeah?" "You swore I had the tightest twat you'd ever fucked. I think you proposed to me when I blew you afterwards." Poor Bob was stuttering. "W-w-well, you c-can't hold me to-" Nadine rolled her eyes, and took hold of his still-exposed penis. "Offer was made under emotional duress; relax, boy!" She looked down at the hardening prick in her hands. "Hmmm, maybe he remembers me better?" She knelt and sucked the head between her lips. Her prey sagged against the urinals. Mikel watched with an even mix of awe and amusement as the man's fingers laced themselves in Nadine's chestnut tresses. Her head bobbed for only a few seconds before she pulled her head away. "There, now he looks like he did back then." She lay on the floor, raising the skirt of her dress and spreading her legs. Bob didn't hesitate; he pulled his pants clear and lay on top of her, his cock brushing against her belly as he shifted. Mikel was disappointed to see his wife's current paramour was no better endowed than he was. Nadine didn't seem to mind, especially when that dick eased into her hot gash. Nadine held Bob's hips and splayed her legs wide to allow him to fuck her as deep as possible. She was thrilling from the sensations of a strange cock in her pussy, and from the knowledge that her husband was watching. A temptation to call him out to get his cock sucked was quickly quashed - her new lover would probably freak. Her legs came up behind his back, and her hands started to massage her breasts, teasing her passions closer and closer to glorious release. She sighed at the feel of Bob's rigid shaft filling her again and again. And suddenly, it stopped. His rhythm became irregular and rough - and though she liked the hard thrusts against her, even that stopped. She felt him pulse in her, his hot cum splashing against her insides and heard him groan. She looked at him expectantly, even as he pulled his pants up and thanked her for the quickie. After she heard the door shut, she hollered out "Jocks!" She opened her eyes to see her husband crouched next to her. "Karma?" she asked him. "I wouldn't blame Bob - you can't expect a total stranger to know your needs well enough. Not like I do, at least." A hand stroked her cheek while its mate slipped between her legs and invaded her sodden pussy with several fingers. She sighed into his hand and looked at him hungrily. "Care for a push over the top, miss?" He shifted as she nodded and kissed her as his wet fingers traced her lips up to her clit. Her moans were muffled as he coaxed her banked fires back to a roaring blaze. When her legs clamped together and he felt her scream into his mouth, his busy lips curled into a smile. Once she had calmed down, Mikel handed her some damp paper towels to clean up. Giving her a hand up, he quickly brushed down her back, ridding the dress of both dust and wrinkles. They hugged as he exclaimed what a surprising woman his wife was. As they began to make for the door, Mikel had an idea. "You've got a hanky in that purse of yours, don't you?" She opened the tiny handbag and produced a square of blue silk that matched the dress. "It'd be better if it had lace, but it'll do. Here's the plan..." * * * * "Right, but remember - we wait until we're talking with a couple." "Why not double-team a lone person?" "Maybe later - right now I wanna blow two minds for the price of one." Mikel's grin had Nadine imagining a pair of horns subtly poking from his temples. "You are totally evil and completely crazy, you know." He laughed, deep and booming, not caring fir the looks he provoked. "Aren't I, though? I have to admit that it is SO much more fun then 'decent' behavior. And remember - these diabolical aspects to my psyche were only awakened by the interaction with your own sexy, devilish mind, m'dear!" He lightly tapped her nose for emphasis, making her wriggle it and frown at him. "And admit it, hon - you LIKE me this way." And, trapping his wife against the brick wall with his outstretched arms, he sung softly to her: Think of all the years you tried to Find someone to satisfy you I might be as crazy as you say He quickly licked her ear between stanzas, If I'm crazy then it's true That it's all because of you And you wouldn't want me any other way As Mikel reached the chorus, he kissed his wife and then sung out loud: You may be right, I may be crazy But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for Turn out the light; oh, don't try to save me You may be wrong - for all I know But you may be right! Nadine smiled at his mediocre singing, tapped his shoulder and silently pointed behind him. He spun to regard a few couples and single people watching them. He grinned hugely and bowed with aplomb. They laughed and some applauded. As Mikel and Nadine resumed their walk to the gymnasium and the Reunion's dance, one of the couples moved close to them. "Is that you, Mikel?" the woman asked. She was grossly pregnant, her small frame exaggerating the size of her swollen abdomen even more - there was no way this woman could be confused for fat. She was holding the arm of a tall, blonde man who looked on everyone with the bemused expression of a stranger. On casting his gaze upon this young woman, Mikel exploded in a falsetto squeal, flourishing the blue handkerchief. "LISA!!! Lisa Yates; ohmyGOD, how ARE you, my girl?!?" He carefully but enthusiastically hugged her, 'air-kissing' each cheek. "Oh, *listen* to me; you'd think I failed Miss Thompson's health class!" He tittered, and asked "How far along are you, DARLING?" Lisa was only slightly put off by Mikel's behavior. "Uh, eight months. This is our fourth." "FOUR?!? OhmyGAWD, that's FAB-ulous, just mag-NIF-icent!" He clapped his hands campily, then leaned close, murmured "I'm glad SOME-one's working on keeping the population up, eh dear?" and tittered again. Lisa was rather overwhelmed by Mikel's performance, but even so she was aware of his companion's attentions. The woman was running her eyes slowly up and down Lisa's body, with a vaguely appraising look. Mikel finally noticed he was carrying the conversation on his own, took in the other people, and wailed "Oh, WHERE are my MANners? My GAWD, my mother'd just SHOOT me, wouldn't she?!?" He took Nadine's hand and presented her to the couple. "This is my darling friend Dini - Nadine Sanders. She's SUCH a dear." "Um, I noticed you and she are wearing..." Lisa pointed to Mikel's left hand. He noticed, and rolled his eyes. "Oh, THAT. Well," the man leaned in confidentially, "you'll be heartbroken to hear that Dini's family, though fabulously wealthy, are pitifully old-fashioned - absolute dinosaurs, eh?" Another titter. "And they in-SIS-ted that she had to *marry* before she could inherit; atrocious, isn't it? Like it's even a guarantee for *civility*, let alone affection, eh?" Mikel scrunched his face up before continuing. "Well, my dear, dear biker Jacob left me in the lurch after Sturgis, and I kicked around the Midwest until I met Dini in a bar in Omaha. She told me her TRA-gic tale of woe, and I knew a...friend who liked to dress up as a priest - such a kinky one, him - and we faked a ceremony for her folks." He giggled before leaning in to the couple to share another secret, "We all know the rich tend to inbreeding, so let's just say that her side of the church was...well, not the drawer for SHARP knives, eh?" A flourish of his 'queen hanky' let him step back. "Dini? This is Lisa Yates-" "Campbell." Lisa interjected. "-Who was a positively *vivacious* member of the cheerleading squad." Mikel paused as he took in Lisa's companion, as if for the first time. He panted slightly and his jaw loosened as he scrutinized the suddenly uncomfortable man. "This... gentleMAN I'm not familiar with; and I never forget a face - among other things - so I am EAGERLY awaiting for Lisa to introduce us to him!" Mikel even licked his lips. "Mikel, Dini? This is my *husband* Richard Campbell. Dick, Mikel - a fellow 'Diefenbunker', and his...friend...Dini." Nadine seemed indifferent of the man, though Mikel locked his eyes on him. "Dick, eh? The pleasure is ALL mine." Lisa was blushing out of sympathy for her husband, and loudly announced "Well, we were going to the gym for the dance." Nadine grunted slightly, and as Mikel leaned over for her to whisper in his ear, the Campbells took the opportunity to make their getaway. They were given a parting shot: "Save me a dance, Lise DARLING; we've got a whole DEC-ade to catch up on!" The Torssons quickly turned around and made their way to the girls' bathroom, failing to hold in their laughter. When they entered the washroom, Mikel was given some astonished stares and a shriek or two. He countered "Oh, reLAX, ladies - like I don't see worse things going to bed with this one every night!" as he guided his gasping wife into a stall. "Christ - *I've* got bigger ones than that - don't worry 'bout it!" he called to one woman hurriedly trying to pull her dress back up. "Hi, Trish," he added without malice. Mikel felt a tap on his shoulder. He ignored it as he checked on Nadine. "Sorry, hon - forgot about your tiny bladder. If it's any consolation, you played a straight man that Graham Chapman'd be proud of!" "Excuse me, SIR; but this is the *Ladies'* Room-" He whirled on the speaker. "No. Technically it's the 'Girls' Bathroom', and I'm quite sure the majority of occupants here would sue me for addressing them as 'girls' if they thought they could get away with it, so maybe we should ALL depart from this room?" The woman was nonplussed, so he seized the initiative and explained himself. "I helped my wife in here because she suddenly took ill and I'll be damned if some bullshit unwritten rule of *decency* is going to leave me stewing where I can neither help her nor check on her. If you're offended by my presence, write a letter to someone who gives a flying fuck, dear." He blew the woman a kiss before checking on Nadine again. When they left the stall, the woman was still there, leaning against the counter with her face stuck in a look of amazement. She leaned to look at his nametag. "Mikel - thought I recognized the face, but I *knew* I didn't recognize the attitude. What happened to you Mikel - you used to be such a 'wallflower.'" Nadine took over from her husband. "Just the usual shit - buried a girlfriend, had a breakdown, flunked out of college, healed himself and met someone else. You...Becky?" 'Becky' covered her mouth in realization. "Oh my god - Angie! Mikel, I'm sorry - I forgot. How are you?" "Why would you CARE? Obviously he's gotten over it, if he's with me-" Mikel put a hand on his protective wife's shoulder. "Dini, darling? Heel. I don't even remember...Becky Hall, so I don't think she was cause for any noticeable torment in my school days." Further comment was prevented by another man entering the washroom. "Right where's this perv scaring-" The tall, lean man was silenced by catching sight of the 'culprit.' Nadine lit up, yelled "Aaron!" and dashed to hug the newcomer. As he laughed, hoisted her into the air and spun the two of them, Becky was just overloaded with surprise. "Figures. The only guy from school who *wouldn't* have beat the crap out of you is the guy sent in to flush you out of the ladies' room." "Ugh - punny, very punny!" "What? Oh! Sorry." "S'okay. The accidental ones are the worst." "So what's this about you being an 'S&M banker' in Omaha? Shouldn't they mean 'S&L'?" Mikel clapped his hand to his forehead. "The rumors are spreading faster than I thought - Hey lovebirds; let's take this one to the cafeteria and catch up?" * * * * The four of them were sitting around a table, sipping punch. There were a couple of groups in the cafeteria, but most people were in the gym dancing and taking part in the *official* festivities. "And that's how Angie died - lying on my lap, thankfully unconscious, her abdomen turning a livid purple from internal bleeding. Her pulse stopped seventeen minutes and twenty-two seconds before the paramedics got there. Took three of them to get me to let her go." Mikel was the most collected of the people; he was just ambivalent. Aaron and Dini - she sitting on his lap - were somber. But Becky was wiping a tear from her cheek. "God, I was right - you'd have made a great Hamlet." Mikel frowned, and she looked at him with a smile. "You still don't remember me, do you?" He just shook his head. "Becky? Rebecca Hall? Oh, of course - I forgot you haven't been around for a few years; I switched to my middle name when I started writing for the Trib! Try 'Joanne Hall'?" Mikel frowned for a second. "She was in drama club, but she...had...longer hair. Ah, I'm sorry Joanne/Becky!" Nadine just shrugged. "He's a guy - we can't expect too much from him." Aaron agreed, and they all laughed. Mikel looked at his empty punch glass. "So. Anyone want any more punch while I'm up?" He was handed three quickly emptied glasses. Sighing, "Right. Fine. Fine. Good. Dunno how I'll *carry* four filled punch glasses-" Becky tried to be helpful. "Oh, that's easy Mik - get one of those trays over there." "Shhhh!" "If you're bringing back a tray, could you get us some hors-d'oeuvres too?" "Thanks, Becky. Thanks a lot." She shrugged apologetically as Mikel left the group. Dini and Aaron just laughed a little. Holding his arms around her, Nadine asked, "So how long was the crush, dear?" "What?" Becky asked, rather surprised. Nadine smiled deprecatingly at her. "Come. He's my husband - and if you touch his arm much more, there'll be a worn patch on the sleeve!" The woman blushed. "It was only a couple of months - way back in sophomore year." Aaron started. "Oh yeah, he told me about this girl that wanted him to be in the school play." "Hamlet?" "Yes, Nadine. I was in a bit of a 'gothic romance' period at the time; you know - Wuthering Heights and all that. We were having trouble with the lead, and I noticed Mikel slouching around the halls. I thought he'd make a perfect 'Melancholy Dane'." "Jeez - if I'd known, I would've warned you off. Mikel was in his 'Lone Gunman' phase, the boy was totally paranoid at the time!" The ladies were surprised. "Really?" "Oh, yeah. He was drawing up 'worst-case' plans for just about everything: if the Soviets bombed North America, if they started a land invasion, if some terrorists took over the school, if a plane crashed in his neighborhood - he probably had plans for what to do if aliens landed!" Becky giggled. "He might've had a good screenplay or two in all that; why'd he stop?" "Angie - why else?" "Aaron, dear? You're wrong - he didn't stop; I still hear more conspiracy theories during one breakfast than Chris Carter hears in a month!" "Hey - they're not conspiracies spawned by a paranoid mind; they're the cynical rantings of a not-yet-old curmudgeon - learn to distinguish. Here's your drinks." "Sorry, hon; I'm not that discriminating before my morning coffee." "Bah - you're not that discriminating *ever*." "Guess not - I married you." "Whose lap are you sitting on?" "My lovers'." "The defense smugly rests," and Mikel kissed his wife before taking his seat next to Becky. She looked back and forth between the two, trying to decide whether to laugh at the act, or suggest a good marriage counselor. Mikel noted her expression and explained. "Sorry, it's Aaron there - he's a disruptive influence. Normally she's the mild, meek obedient wife that she's supposed to be." A wink set that statement's veracity. "Oh! That reminds me - I was going to get to the truth of you being a sadomasochist banker?" "What?" Mik and Dini started laughing. "Sorry, you two - it's my fault. You met Angie Wilk- er Soper, who's managed to keep her cheerful, ebullient personality despite life's shit diet?" Everyone nodded. "Well, her 'school spirit' always made my knuckles itch, so I decided to mess with her head a little, and Dini here was more than willing to be my accomplice. I weaved a quick story with the 'S&M debt- bondage' angle, and leered menacingly at her. She wilted faster than a snowflake on a space heater!" "Oh, but *I'm* a bad influence on your wife." "Exactly - you distract her attentions from the ultimate goal of mind-fucking every person in this building." Becky piped up, "But why?" "Why not? When exactly am I ever going to meet any of these people again? I live in Nebraska now. And whom does it hurt? Angela will enjoy - and probably already is enjoying - retelling the 'brush with danger' she's had. She'll be telling that story for the rest of her life; I've made her more interesting AND gotten a shot at immortality to boot. Not bad, I think." "Ah, but what about Lisa & Dick?" Nadine interjected. "Same thing - Lise gets the pride and cachet of having defended her husband from the unwanted attentions of a 'flaming fairy'." "What's this?" Mikel - with corrections from his wife - retold the encounter between them and the Campbells. "Okay - that's bullshit, Mik." Aaron pointed an accusing finger at his friend. "You'd never have the guts for that." Mikel pulled the blue handkerchief from his cuff, posed 'camp' for a second, and then kissed the offending finger. When he began sucking on the finger, the girls squealed and Aaron yanked his hand back as if burned. Between gasps of laughter, Mikel said, "Never...ever...dare me...sonny. I've...I've figured out that nine-tenths of 'polite behavior' serves no purpose other than to make us feel miserable. I've felt miserable enough in my life, and I'll be dammed if Emily Post and Miss Manners are going to tell me how to act!" "Oh - and while we're at it; where does this 'lady' get off handing out marriage advice?" "Who, Nadine?" "*MISS* Manners - she's a spinster, by her own definition!" After the laughter died down, Mikel raised his glass in a toast. "To absent friends who can't be here for all the fun!" His companions shared a look and toasted rather somberly. "Why the long faces? Aw, shit - guys? I *meant* Liam, the grandmaster of pranks!" Nadine looked puzzled. "Why isn't he here?" Aaron fielded this question. "He was a year behind us. He couldn't be here even if he wanted to be." The woman persisted. "But you keep saying he's *older* than either of you two." "He is, love - he got held back in 9th grade for one of his pranks; hijacked the P.A. system." "Shame," Aaron mused. "It wasn't even one of his best." "Yeah - I think the goat in the girls change room should've done it." "Never - remember what he did to Mr. Ryerson?" Mikel leaned forward, interested. "I never got the details - I only know that he actually laughed at Liam's work." "Oh. You know how short-tempered he was? Well, Liam got the idea to sneak into Ryerson's room before he got there in the morning. He took out all the screws in Ryerson's desk." Mikel began to laugh though the ladies were left a little behind. "So?" Becky asked. "Well, you know what Ryerson was like?" "No, I never heard of the guy." "You went to Bedford JHS?" Becky shook her head. "Lower Sackville." Aaron accepted this. "Oh. Well, Mr. Ryerson taught English Grammar and French. One of the annoying things he'd do is have a short vocabulary test at the beginning of every class." "*Every* class?" Mik & Aaron nodded. "Every last fucking one. That wouldn't be so bad, except for the fact that he singled out the lowest-scoring kid and chewed him out a little. Liam always managed to be that kid." Nadine looked at her new friend with exasperation. "I should know better - they're just men." She grabbed Aaron's arms and pulled him forward until his face was beside hers. "I'm going to ask you quite specifically: WHY WAS TAKING THE SCREWS OUT OF MR. RYERSON'S DESK FUNNY?" "Oh. Sorry. You see, when he gave the worst scoring student a dressing down he would pound his hand on his desk. So then-" "Okay. Thank you, we understand now. I suppose it was quite funny, and I might have laughed if you had told the story without leaving out that critical item." "Like you said, we're men - we apologize for our shortcomings," Mikel volunteered. "Yeah, just bear with us - it's hard for us to change." Mikel began to think about something, letting the conversation leave him behind. The others chatted amiably as he stared at and through the surface of the cafeteria table. At length, he made a decision. He watched his companions and waited for an opportunity to jump in. "Guys? I have something to ask you. I'll understand if anyone has misgivings; don't be afraid to say no. "When Angie died, I was far too broken up to celebrate her life in the way she deserved - she never had a wake. I think it would be a good thing - dispel some ghosts, and the like." His companions look at each other, getting somber again. "Now I'm not proposing we go dig her up just so we can put a bottle of whiskey between her feet and have a party in her presence! I'm thinking about more of a memorial; something that would honor that lovely lass and the fun she had in her short life." He looked from face to face, getting neutral to slightly approving looks. "To be specific, I'd like to honor her with a series of pranks." "That sounds nice, Mik, but why?" "Because of her love of practical jokes." Now Mikel was confronted with three blank stares. "Come on, guys. Becky, I can understand you not knowing, but I told you what she was like, Nadine, and you were one of her closest friends, Aaron. What about the time you three left me strapped to a spinal board, floating in the pool?" Aaron chuckled. "A good one, yes, but that was Liam's idea, as usual. He was the instigator, the Midge and I were just his willing accomplices." "Oh. Then I guess she saved her best prank to use on me." "For God's sake, tell them, Mik. I know you're dying to," Nadine said encouragingly. "Right - this was in October of 1990 - we were in our first semester of college. One night I drove her back from our evening lecture, and we went over our notes for the class." Mikel looked a little bashful. "And, well...I stayed the night. "So I awake the next morning fairly late, since I have no morning classes. When I'm properly conscious and aware of why I'm in my girlfriend's bed, I notice that she's not around - okay since she DOES have morning lectures to go to. "But I also discover that my clothes are gone, too. My wallet, car keys and watch are sitting on the nightstand, my sneakers are sitting under the bed, and my books are on the desk. But no shirt, jeans, socks or underwear. She's left me in her bedroom with nothing to wear!" Aaron snorted, Becky covered her mouth, and Nadine merely smiled - she'd heard the story before. "To make matters worse, Angie's father is retired; he'll be sitting in the kitchen reading the paper sipping a cup of coffee - I'd stopped by to pick Midge up one day, and he and I chatted while she got ready." Becky frowned. "What - Angie was still living with her folks?" "Oh yeah - their house is only three blocks from the campus." "Oh WOW - stuck in your girlfriend's bedroom, NAKED, with her father around!" "Exactly. I couldn't very well poke my head out and say 'Excuse me Mr. Mann. I just shagged the ass of your daughter last night, and she took my clothes on me while I slept in the bed your baby girl's grown up in - could you loan me a pair of pants?'" The quartet laughed at this, and Mikel resumed his anecdote. "So, I did the only thing I could - I grabbed the biggest dress of Angie's I could find, put it on - without zipping up the back - and grabbed my things." "What, you put on HER clothes?" "What else could I wear? I wasn't about to drive home naked; knowing my luck a cop would stop me. And I thought about wearing the bed sheets, but Angie's mom would probably be angrier if I did that. I also noted that all of Midge's long skirts and dresses were conspicuously absent. That dang thing barely covered...you know!" "Hang on, you mean?" Becky looked at Mikel questioningly. "You might not remember - Angie Mann was about four-foot- eleven - it's why we called her 'the Midge,' for midget; I'm not very tall, but most of my height is in the torso." Nadine took over as Mikel blushed from the memory. "So imagine this; this hairy bugger comes through the kitchen at around ten a.m., giving Mr. and Mrs. Mann a quick 'good morning' in one of their daughter's tiny dresses." Aaron clapped as he laughed. "Oh, I take it back - the Midge was good; pity no one told me about this!" "No, wait the best part is yet to come; tell them, Mik!" "Heh, well I got my revenge on her. I drove straight to Dal, went right up the lecture hall her current class was in, breezed right in, walked over to Angie, bent over and gave her a BIG kiss, walked out - giving the prof a friendly wave, and waited for her outside the door." Everyone laughed at the image of Mikel in an undersized dress, mooning the lecturer. "So now do you understand my reason for the 'memorial pranks?'" "I like it - crazy stuff that'll make us remember her forever." "Hell, crazy stuff that'll make people remember US forever!" Mikel looked at Becky. "I know you never really knew Angie - hell, we only really met tonight - but would be interested in helping us?" "Of course - sounds like lots of fun, it's for an admirable cause, and I might even get an idea for a story." "What?" "Oh, didn't I say? I'm the arts columnist for the *Tribune* - they might print a 'human-interest' story if I pitched it to them." "Weeeeell, I don't know about that. But you're accepted into the pact, right kids?" Aaron and Nadine concurred, and she spoke up. "Right then, do we do all this tonight at the reunion? Seems like a big task." "No, this'll take time," Aaron agreed. "How long are you two here for? I forgot." "Another week, eight days. How about this: each of us comes up with a single prank - something wild and entertaining, and the four of us work together to pull each off? And we take the week to do so?" The four agreed, and held their hands together, and both Becky and Aaron said "For Angie" at the same time. As they started, Mikel added "and the little devil on everyone's left shoulder!" As they shared a smile, Nadine stretched. "Uhhhhh, I guess we'd better get brainstorming - someplace quieter; you two care to join us at our hotel?" "For a *discussion*, Dini?" Aaron asked pointedly. "'Course." "Okay; Becky?" "Yep." Mikel stood, and seemed inspired. "Oh, here's a head start - we've all got to get our coats from 'Ms. Chipper' - wanna push that 'S&M' act a little more? Becky - you stick with me and act *very* meek and deferential. Aaron, you're in charge of 'Mrs. Sanders' there." The two couples formed and chuckled a little as they left the cafeteria. Fin ============= Author's postscript: There ya go - looks like Thalia finally decided to put in an appearance in my 'inspiration queue' (I was worried that Melpomene was getting ready to 'bend my ear again:P ). Hope you enjoyed the fun! I must give my apologies, but I don't know when I'll get the other half finished - I've got too many 'irons in the fire' right now to list. Besides, I'm up in the air as to how far this 'discussion session' should go... Bah, I'll fob off the responsiblity to the public - what do YOU think should happen in that hotel room with Mik, Dini, Becky & Aaron? Will it stay platonic due to the newcomer (Becky)? Will Mik&Dini wait for the others to leave and fantasize about their friends? (close to reality:) Will Dini & Aaron link up again, and what'll the other two do, watch with varied levels of discomfort? Maybe Aaron & Becky hit it off? (Everyone says married couples always want to pair off their single friends:) If you've got any suggestions, drop me a line! <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+