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Click here to comparison-shop providers. https://broadband.msn.com <1st attachment, "Chapter-06.txt" begin> Title: Lucky Tickets Author: JiMC Copyright and Disclaimer: This story is copyright (c) 1998, 2002, 2003. All rights are reserved by the author, including that of publication. Posting on-line is only allowed when permission is explicitly granted by the author, and then only for the complete story, including this disclaimer. Contact the author at for more information, referring to this story ("Lucky Tickets"). (Permission for posting on storiesonline.net and asstr-mirror.org is explicitly granted.) The following is a work of fiction and is just a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental and entirely unintentional. There may be references to people in a historical context, but they are not really characters in this story. This is a story that describes some sexually explicit situations in a fictional universe that only vaguely seems to be similar to the real universe. Most of the characters in this story are under aged, however the target audience is adults (people over the age of eighteen) with broad minds. Chapter 6 I stood on the corner, watching dumbly as Patty's car pulled away from me. I had seen her grin after she delivered her bombshell, so I could only hope that she was joking. Still, I had that nagging feeling dwelling in my mind: What if she isn't joking? Well, there was nothing that I could do about it right now. I realized that worrying about Patty and her intentions wasn't constructive at the moment. Just a few days ago, I was a carefree fifteen year old boy enjoying his summer, who only really cared about flying a Frisbee with his best friend, and who had absolutely no sexual experience at all. Now, as of this morning, however, I had received oral sex on four separate occasions from three different girls, and I had seen at least three other girls naked as the day they were born. I had the facts of life explained to me, in detail, from the humiliated sister of my best friend, including first-hand visual aids and personal stimulation. So, where was I going to go from here? Patty, as I mentioned, was an enigma. She seemed to have fixated on me as the sexual focus of her life for the time being. I hadn't asked for it, nor had I expected it, and I wasn't completely comfortable with the idea. I decided to walk back to the shopping mall, and try to take my mind off things. * * * I wandered aimlessly through the mall. I saw the record shop where I had first seen Patty, Camille, and Wendy, as well as the lingerie shop where I had put them under my power. I realized that the shopping mall wasn't going to be a place to take my mind off my tickets, especially while I had those tickets in a bag that I was carrying around. "Hi, Jim!" I heard somebody calling my name. It was a female voice, but not one that I immediately recognized. Since my name is quite common, I didn't turn around immediately. The voice got closer. "Jim! Jim!" I turned, and saw Marla and Doreen walking toward me. "Oh, Hi, girls! What are you doing here?" "Shopping," Marla said. Then she shrugged and said, "Mostly looking, actually." She grinned. Marla moved away from her friend and moved over to touch my hand. I think that her feelings toward me were just a remnant from the orders that I had given her the previous day. "I'm just walking around myself," I said. "Where's Jack?" Doreen asked. I shrugged. "I dunno. I didn't talk with him today." Doreen looked disappointed. "Oh," she said, looking down at her sneakers. "So... you want to hang out with us?" Marla asked me. "Hmmm?" I asked. "Marla!" Doreen said, turning to her friend. "You know that mom will be meeting us in just five minutes!" Marla suddenly remembered. "Oh, yeah. I'm sorry, Jim. Maybe we can meet here tomorrow when the mall opens?" I wasn't really sure. Marla was a very nice girl, but I also now had Patty to worry about. But Marla was also closer to my age than Patty. "Yeah. Why not?" "Groovy!" smiled Marla. She moved back to where Doreen was standing, and said, "I guess we need to meet Aunt Ginny." "Yeah," said Doreen. I smiled at the two of them. "It was nice seeing you two!" The two girls waved and left down the aisle. They headed into one of the anchor department stores and disappeared from my view. I had a fleeting thought of having Marla and Doreen together, but quickly thought better of it. Those lucky tickets had made my life complicated enough already. * * * I walked home from the mall, once again trying to make sense of what Patty had told me earlier that day. She had told me that she wanted me to order her around, like some sort of slave. Although I hadn't had any problems giving girls orders after giving them tickets, giving somebody orders and having them follow them of their own free will wasn't something I was sure that I was comfortable with. I knew that despite my recent sexual activities, I was still quite ignorant about the many intricacies about sexual relations. I decided that the best place to learn was from my first sexual tutor. At the door of Jack's house, I rang the bell. Jack answered it. "Oh, hi," he said, sullenly. He looked really bad. I was concerned about my friend. "What's up, Jack?" "I dunno," he said. "It's like things get weird, and then it's like... I can't remember things. It's like my grandpa was before he died. His mind seemed to have left him. I think I'm feeling like that." I think I knew the cause of Jack's problems: those tickets. In retrospect, I guess I had probably given his brain a few minor bouts of amnesia, and his conscious mind was trying to put together pieces of a puzzle that would never fit together. But even though I didn't make that connection right then, I knew that what Jack was describing sounded very much what I had done to him with the tickets. Since Jack's attitude seemed to be my fault, I figured it would have to be me that fixed it. "Here, Jack. Have a ticket!" I said, pulling a ticket from my brown bag. "You have one wish," Jack intoned. "OK, Jack. Don't worry about your memory. It's fine. Things have been going well over the past couple of days." "Your wish is my command." Jack stood there, and after a second, shook his head. He looked at me as if he hadn't noticed me before. His composure brightened up considerably. "Oh, hi, Jim! I guess we didn't meet up this morning." "Yeah," I said, smiling. At least, it seemed that the tickets might be able to help straighten things out. Jack invited me into his house, and we headed downstairs into his family's rec room. "Where's Patrice?" I asked. "I didn't see her in the living room." "Oh, her," Jack said, rolling his eyes. "Queen Bee got a call from a few of her friends from school, and they picked her up a half hour ago. She told mom she'd be out until tonight." "Oh," I said, disappointed that I wouldn't be able to ask Patrice for advice. Jack heard the tone of my voice and asked, "Why do you care about her, anyway? She always treats the two of us like shit." "I know," I said, trying to sound normal. "I just didn't see her before. And... she used to be nicer to us. I sort of miss the old Patrice." "The old Patrice is long gone," noted Jack. I nodded my head ruefully. "Yeah." * * * I spent the rest of the afternoon playing with Jack. I left when I heard Jack's mother start supper, knowing that my mother would kill me if I got home late two days in a row. I had almost forgot my bag with the ticket roll in it as I was leaving. Jack noticed the bag. "You still playing with them things?" I tightened my grip on the bag. "I was trying to think who they might belong to," I explained. "Maybe I'll see somebody looking in that field for these tickets and there might be a reward." Jack laughed. "Fat chance!" I laughed as well. "Yeah. But you never know until you try it. Right?" Jack bid me good-bye as I left. His spirits had risen quite a bit since I had first arrived. I thanked the lucky tickets that I was able to settle his mind. * * * I was ravenously hungry at supper that night. I had four helpings of my mother's spaghetti. My step-father noticed and said that if I kept up eating like that, I'd end up looking like the inside of a golf ball. I did my best to act normal. Merry didn't seem to have any after-effects of the tickets, and I was glad that I hadn't seen a need to use them on my mother or step-father. I actually enjoyed eating dinner that night. I helped Merry clean up the dishes, and the entire family watched television afterwards. I don't remember what we watched, probably Rowan and Martin, Dean Martin, or some other variety show, but I do remember the whole family laughing. I went to bed early. The big dinner--as well as my lack of sleep the past night and my extra-curricular activities over the past couple of days--had made me quite tired. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. * * * I usually don't remember my dreams. I mean, when I'm dreaming, they seem so vivid, but as soon as I wake up, they immediately start to fade from memory. The next morning was an exception. I was in the boys room in the junior high. One of the high school cheerleaders was alone with me in the bathroom. We were kissing, and she was giving me a hand job. I had pulled up her mini skirt, and had started to put my hand into her cheerleader pants when I felt an overpowering need to pee. The urinals were right behind me, but the cheerleader's hands wouldn't let my member go. They held me tightly as they continued to rub up and down my shaft. However, the need to pee was getting severe. I didn't know if I would be able to hold out much longer. I also didn't want to piss all over the cheerleader... after all, she WAS giving me a hand job. Suddenly, the cheerleader's pants disappeared, along with her mini skirt. She was naked from the waist down, and she raised one of her legs over my aching cock, which she still had a tight grip on. I couldn't believe the warmth of the cheerleader's pussy as she lowered herself onto my cock. The problem was, my dick still had this rather insistent need to relieve itself, and now I was buried in the cheerleader's warm muff. Somehow, the cheerleader managed to squeeze her thighs together, and her pussy seemed to suck my entire shaft into her hole. And then I erupted... And I was thinking..."OH, NO! I'M PISSING INTO THIS GIRL WHILE I'M FUCKING HER!" And I woke up in my darkened bedroom on my bed, sweating. I had a raging morning hard-on, but my need to go wasn't as extreme as it had been in my dream. It took a few seconds before I realized a newly familiar sensation on my hard-on. I could feel warm lips on the head, and a palm jacking up and down on the shaft. Was I still dreaming? I was afraid to look... My curiosity got the better of me, and I looked over my chest down toward my legs. There was a pile of blankets over my belly, and I couldn't see anything. But I knew that I was being sucked. My sleep-addled brain had me thinking thoughts that I was being sucked by an invisible girl... maybe Wonder Woman in the comics with her magic lasso. No... it was her plane that was invisible. But wouldn't we both be in that plane, and thus visible? (I never did figure out how that invisibility thing worked.) I felt a tongue start licking the head of my dick, and I knew that the invisible girl was still there. I looked around. I was in my room. I was wearing my pajamas--at least the tops. And I had a blanket... my blanket... piled on my belly. This wasn't a dream. This wasn't Wonder Woman! Slowly, and quietly, I moved the pile on my stomach, and saw a crown of red hair moving up and down. I knew that curly red hair... the image of that hair had been etched into my mind less than twenty four hours before. "Patty?" I whispered. There was no response. She continued to slowly bob her head up and down my shaft. By holding my breath and sucking in my stomach, I could see the outline of her eyebrows and nose on their upward rise. "Patty?" I said, a bit more loudly, but softly enough that I hoped nobody else in the house would hear. Patty opened her mouth, and my penis fell out, still hard, onto my stomach. She moved her head to look up at my face. "Took you long enough to wake up, sleepy head!" Patty teased. "What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, trying to keep my voice down to a whisper. "Giving you your morning blow job," Patty answered. "You already shot a load, but it hasn't gone soft yet. I'm still getting used to this." I couldn't believe this. Patty was in my house--IN MY BED!--casually sucking on my penis as if this was the most normal thing in the word. "It won't go soft until I take a piss!" I said, almost a bit too loud. Patty looked at my member. "Oh. I didn't know that." She shrugged, and then giggled and looked back at me. "Patty," I said, trying to talk some sense into this loony girl. "You cannot be in here!" Patty gave me this "how stupid can you be" look and said, "Well, I need to come in here if I'm going to blow you..." "I never asked for a blow job!" If the cheerleader thing was a dream, and my idea about getting a blow job from an invisible Wonder Woman was an overworked imagination, then having Patty on my bed, holding my pecker in her hand was an absolute nightmare. I just knew that any minute, my mom would hear a commotion in my room and come in to investigate. Patty saw that I was serious, and her expression changed. She was no longer mildly amused at me. She actually looked hurt. "You don't want me?" Oh, fuck. Now I had her thinking that I was throwing her out. Well... to be truthful, actually I was! She didn't belong in my room. But I didn't want her to think that her efforts were unappreciated--especially after the story she told me yesterday. But it was also true that I didn't want to encourage her, either. Even if she didn't get caught today, I knew that she'd come back tomorrow, and the next day, and so on. And eventually, we would be caught! "Oh, Patty!" I whispered. "I appreciate you coming here... really I do! But you could get me in real trouble. What would your parents think if they found a guy in your bed with his head between your legs?" "They wouldn't think anything of it if we were married," Patty said, wiping a tear that was starting in one of her eyes. "But we aren't married!" I said. "You yourself said we weren't even boyfriend and girlfriend!" "I asked you to take care of it with your parents," Patty sulked. I shook my head. How was I going to handle this? "Are you parked outside?" I asked her. Patty shook her head. "No. You told me not to drive here. I had Wendy drove me." Huh? Did I hear right? I caught myself before I almost shouted. "Wendy drove you here?" "Of course, silly," Patty said. "She has a Datsun." I felt like this was one of those "I Love Lucy" episodes where things keep getting more and more complicated. If I knew Spanish, I probably would have said the exact same things Ricky would say. "Come on... get out of bed," I told Patty. I had remembered that Patty had said she wanted me to order her around; I hoped to hell that she would follow my orders without question now. Patty pulled herself to the foot of my bed and stood up. I noticed, for the first time, that she was naked. "Where the fuck are your clothes?" I once again almost shouted. "I folded them neatly in a pile in your closet," Patty said, pointing. "Get dressed and stay in here. I need to take a piss." Patty smiled, "OK" and headed for my closet. I found my pajama bottoms, along with my shorts, folded neatly on a chair. Patty was apparently a very neat person. I grabbed my bottoms and pulled them on quickly. I had to piss so bad, I thought that I would burst. I quietly opened the door, and the house sounded quiet. I wondered how Patty had managed to get into my house. I knew that my mother keeps the front door locked. Did Patty use the back door? I couldn't remember if we locked the back. In the bathroom, I discovered that thanks to Patty, I had a woody that resembled the concrete Washington Monument more than anything made of wood. I found that I needed to lean over the toilet quite a bit--enough to make a bit of a mess while relieving myself. It felt like I would never stop pissing. There was a bit of a burning sensation at the tip, which I would later associate with pissing too soon after ejaculating, but the feeling dissipated after about twenty or thirty seconds. I finally managed to finish, and used toilet paper to dry up some spots where I had missed my target. I flushed and headed back into my room. As I got to my door, my mother came out of her bedroom. "Jim?" Mom asked. "Is anything wrong?" "Huh?" I asked, trying to sound groggy. "You're never up this early!" "I had to use the bathroom, Mom." My mother looked at me, and then down the hallway. "I hope you cleaned up after yourself." "I did," I said, dreading having to open the door to my room. Patty was acting really strange, to say the least, and I knew that I would never be able to explain her if my mother saw her, naked as a jay bird. My mother looked at me. "OK..." I turned toward the door and opened it. I knew it would be my moment of truth if Patty were standing there. As I opened the door, I heard my mother's footsteps walking down the hall. I froze, my eyes still closed, not wanting to see Patty there. I heard the bathroom door open and then close. My eyes opened, and Patty was nowhere to be seen. I turned to look down the hallway, and saw a faint light from underneath the bathroom door. I looked both ways, and the entire hallway was clear. I got into my room, and looked around. Patty had disappeared. Or had she wandered downstairs? Fuck. "Patty?" I whispered, hoping she could hear me. I jumped as I heard the closet door open. Patty was dressed in a light pink sun dress and sandals. "Is it safe?" "How'd you get in the house?" I asked Patty. "Back door. Front was locked." This had confirmed my theory. But there was still one nagging problem. "How'd you find my room?" Patty smiled. "Your door was partially opened, and I could hear you snore." "I don't snore!" "Do too!" I didn't want to argue the point. "Can you go back out the same way?" Patty nodded. "Wait for me in the trees behind my house. Go through the bushes on the side of the house; that way, nobody will see you." Patty nodded again. I waited for her to leave, but she continued standing there. What was Patty waiting for? As if to answer my unspoken question, Patty moved closer to me, and kissed me on the lips. It was a quick kiss, not very romantic. "Thank you, Patty," I said when we broke the kiss. "My pleasure. How long will you be?" I looked at my alarm clock. I said, "Fifteen minutes too long?" Patty smiled. "I'll be waiting." * * * I didn't know it at the time, but Patty later told me that Merry was already downstairs with her father when Patty got downstairs. I'm not sure how she managed to get out of my house without being detected, but she did so. I was also surprised to see Merry and my step-father downstairs, but they didn't act as if anything was abnormal. I told my step-father that I didn't want breakfast, and he grunted something about how I should still be full from last night's supper. Neither he nor Merry made any comment as I went out the back door. As I was heading outside, my mother was coming downstairs, and reminded me of a chore I needed to do, but Merry asked if she could do it; she was saving up for something at school. My step-father hinted that I was palming off all my chores on "poor Merry" but my mother reminded him that Merry was earning MY allowance that week, and that Merry was the one volunteering. When I went outside, I went out to the side, and along the bushes back into the woods behind my house. Patty was there, waiting for me. I remembered the last thing I did with Patty, and decided to do it right. I pulled Patty toward me, and gave her a much better kiss than we shared up in my bedroom. After I pulled away, I said, "Once again, Patty... thanks." "No problem. When are you going to tell your folks?" "Patty, my mother would have kittens if I told her you were going to be coming up to my bedroom every morning to give me a blow job!" "You've got tickets. Use them!" I sighed. Here was Patty giving ME orders. "Patty," I said. "I've already told you that I had promised myself that I wouldn't take advantage of my parents." "You'll need to work it out," Patty said simply. I had no idea how I was going to be able to put up with Patty. On the one hand, she was a very cute and adorable girl. She was a real friend, two years older than me, and was the only person that I had confided to about the tickets. On the other hand, her actions sometimes seemed as if she had completely lost all her marbles. Besides, I knew that there were limitations on the tickets; I didn't think that I would be able to keep my mother unobservant for very long. Patty interrupted my thinking. "Jim, I told Wendy that we'd meet her and Camille later at the mall." "We? As in the two of us?" I asked. "Why?" "Because you're our friend now, you dumb ox!" "Hey... who are you calling dumb?" I complained in a good natured way. I started a mock fight with Patty, which ended up in another lovely kiss between the two of us. Reluctantly, I broke off the kiss. "So... what do we do until then?" I asked. "Let's fuck," Patty answered. I started to shake my head and Patty laughed. "I was just kidding. I know you're waiting for the right time." I nodded. I was glad that Patty understood. I couldn't think of a good place for us to play, though. Patty had a suggestion. "You said that Patrice's brother Jack is your friend. Think it would be safe at his house?" I thought about it. I knew that Patty didn't like Patrice, and suspected that if Patty wanted to go to her house, it would mainly be for her to see Patrice get her "just desserts." I, on the other hand, still felt a bit guilty about how I had humiliated Patrice the other day. I mean, it was only a few years ago that Patrice had actually been a friend and confidante of mine. It was only after she got into junior high and met up with Kristen... I suddenly had an idea. "Patty... do you know where Kristen lives?" "Kristen Swift?" Patty asked. "You mean, Miss Rich Princess?" I grinned. "Yeah, her." Patty thought about Kristen and a smile came to her lips. "She lives near my house. Are you thinking that we should pay her a visit?" I nodded, thinking of the fun we could have. "Uh, huh!" "We'll need a ride," Patty said. "Could we invite Wendy or Camille?" "Why not both?" I said. Patty looked at me and said, "I'm glad we're friends, Jim. I can see this thing taking us places I've never dreamed about." "Tell me about it," I said. Patty didn't answer, but I could see her mind going a mile a minute. Kristen's family was very rich. They lived in the largest house in the town, and had housekeepers and servants, the whole "rich thing." Kristen was seventeen, and already had had plastic surgery on her nose, and had the most expensive wardrobe in school. Kristen was also the head of one of the most exclusive cliques in the high school, one that was only open to people that Kristen herself had hand-picked, which included Jack's sister, Patrice. All the members of that clique thought themselves superior to all the other students. Any time that Kristen or one of her minions got into trouble, it was said that Kristen's father would hush things up with a strategic "donation" to the school or a scholarship program benefiting the current victim. It was also whispered, although never proven, that Kristen's family had several of the high school's teachers on a private payroll to ensure Kristen would receive suitably high grades (all A's) to justify her admission to an Ivy League school after graduation. The result was a circle of girls with an utterly snobbish attitude toward any of the other students, and a carefree disposition knowing that they were virtually untouchable. As I had said before, I felt that Kristen had corrupted Jack's sister Patrice, who had at one time been much friendlier to us. I missed her friendship, and it was her friendship that I had actually glimpsed a bit of when I had put Patrice under the control of one of my tickets the other day. And, even if Patrice didn't seem to remember that friendship, I did, and that's probably why I felt some guilt over my humiliation of her. And that's why I thought Kristen would be a much better target for humiliation. When you have power, I figured, aim high! But first, we'd need a suitable reason for showing up at Kristen's house. Patrice would have been an ideal dupe for this, but I really didn't want to get involved again with her... at least, not for at least a week or so. I decided that there was no particular need to rush into action against Kristen. I'd meet with Wendy and Camille and perhaps the four of us would come up with a suitable plan. Patty was looking at me expectantly, and I smiled back at her, my mind on us once again. "So, you want me to give you orders?" Patty didn't answer, but nodded vigorously. "Well, Patty," I said, "I feel kind of uncomfortable with calling you 'slave.' It seems so... demeaning... and I really like you." Patty frowned, "But I want you to..." I sighed, and thought about the situation. Here was a girl telling me to treat her like a slave, and I was having a problem with that! The idea was so ludicrous that it was crazy. "All right," I said, "How about a compromise. Could I call you something else?" Patty furrowed her brow in thought, and then suggested, "How about Patricia? Nobody calls me that any more." I smiled. "Patricia it is." Patty smiled at me and said, "And I'll call you James. That will be my 'master' word for you." Normally, I didn't like being called James; it sounded too formal. But if Patty was the only one calling me that, I figured that I could live with it. And it sounded a hell of a lot better to me than "master" for the same reason I didn't like the word "slave." After about thirty seconds of silence, I realized that Patty (no..."Patricia") was expecting an order. "Um... Patricia, you woke me up nicely this morning. I'd like to reward you by sucking on your titties." Patricia smiled. "Yes, James." She carefully put her purse on the ground, and started to lift her light pink dress over her head. I was amazed that Patricia was completely naked underneath her dress. My eyes widened. "You like, James?" Patricia asked. "Very nice," I answered, and Patricia beamed. "Is that how you dressed when Wendy drove you here?" Patricia shook her head. "No, James. When I got undressed in your room earlier, I put my bra and panties into my purse. I was kind of hoping that we would... you know..." I smiled at her. "Good thinking." Patricia was now standing nude before me, her dress folded neatly on top of her purse. She beamed under my praise and waited. I figured we'd be more comfortable if we were sitting, but the ground in the woods was dirty. I wished I had the foresight that the girls' showed when they brought along a blanket from their car when we parked at Kneely Park. I tried to think if I had anything convenient to use as a mat, and came up blank. "Kneel down, Patricia." Patricia complied, and I knelt opposite her. I inspected Patricia's assets. He breasts were small, although bigger than Merry's. Her nipples were quite erect, jutting out about an eighth of an inch. They were surrounded by the a pink ring of her areolae, which had tiny little goose bumps on them. "I love your breasts," I said. Patricia blushed slightly. "They're small." I smiled at her. "How big do they need to be? I doubt that I'd be able to get an entire one into my mouth as it is." "You're sweet, James. But Wendy has the large knockers." I sighed. "Patricia. Right now you are mine. Don't compare yourself to anybody else. Didn't you ever hear the expression 'a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush?'" Patricia giggled at that. "Yes, James." I smiled when I realized I had made an unintentional pun. I spent the next hour with my tongue licking and my fingers rubbing just about every part of Patricia's delectable body. I avoided her crotch, which seemed to make her frustrated, and I saw her touching herself there a few times as I licked her elsewhere. We also spent a good amount of time just kissing, occasionally slipping tongues back and forth. I found that Patricia loved receiving back massages, especially when her back was free of clothing, and I adapted my technique to the feedback that I got from Patricia's squirming around. The two of us played in the woods until about 10:45 in the morning. Patricia was on top of me, grinding her crotch into mine through my dungarees. My hands were rubbing her back, occasionally going low enough to fondle her butt cheeks. The two of us had been trading quick kisses and caresses back and forth. I think that Patricia may have achieved an orgasm during our frolic, but if she did, it was one of her quiet ones, which is just as good. I didn't want to alert any nosy neighbors or my family. I found that we just seemed to be content with me fully clothed, and her completely naked, just doing a maybe atypical teenage make-out session. "Time to get dressed, Patricia," I ordered. "Yes, James. Underwear, or no?" she asked. "Leave them off, Patricia," I said with a grin. "I think its kind of sexy to know that underneath that flimsy dress is only my Patricia." Patricia once again beamed at my praise and pulled her dress over her head and she was dressed. I helped Patricia "straighten out" her dress, using that as my excuse to continue to fondle her through the thin fabric. I received no complaints. I took my bag with my tickets in it and asked Patricia to hold them in her purse. She looked at me with wide eyes: I was entrusting her with my precious tickets. There was a path in the woods that was formed by a stream that only had water on it during the spring runoff season. We followed that path to the highway, and walked to the mall. During our walk, Patricia would hold my hand... the first time any girl held my hand as I walked with her. We looked like the perfect couple, except for the fact that Patricia was two years older than me. After we got to the mall, Patty headed for a pay phone and called Wendy. She told Wendy where she was and that she was with me, and Wendy said that she'd meet us at the food court. I was a bit hungry. Despite the big dinner I had the previous night, I had skipped breakfast and worked up quite an appetite during my make-out session with Patricia. Unfortunately, I didn't have any money, having allowed my step-sister Merry to earn most of my allowance for the last couple of weeks. I figured that I would have to do something to get some money. I thought about just taking what I wanted, giving a ticket in exchange, but I realized that the kids that worked the food court would end up paying for those missing meals from their own hard-earned paycheck. I couldn't even get a free Coke... the fast food places even inventory the damned cups! Wendy arrived a few minutes later. She hugged both of us. "So... what's up with you two?" Before Patty could answer, I said, "We're just hanging around, and had an idea for some fun and wanted to know if you can Camille would be interested." Wendy smiled. "What kind of fun?" She looked down at my crotch. I think I blushed, but recovered. "How'd you like to get even with Kristen, or 'Miss Rich Princess,' as Patty calls her?" Wendy's face turned serious. "That may not be a good idea, Jim. She's pretty well connected. I heard once..." Patty interrupted her friend. "Jim told me a bit of his plan. I don't think you have to worry about Kristen's friends or family." Wendy looked at Patty, and then me, raising her eyebrows. "Well, if anybody could get away with it, Jim might be able to do it." I nodded and smiled. A plan was starting to form in my mind. Patty turned to Wendy. "Is your mother working today?" "Yeah, why?" Patty said, "Let's pick up Cammie and meet at your place to go over our plans for Kristen." Wendy looked at Patty and then me. 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