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Seventh Hell

I

They were still watching her ..
Mary Camden looked over to the trio of girls sprawled over the
bottom bench of the bleachers. They had to be in college. She didn't
recognize any of them. * Maybe they know Matt .. * she thought to
herself. * That has to be it. I mean why would they be looking at
me ..? * She shrugged off the creepy feeling their eyes were giving
her and turned back to the team of little girls she was coaching. *
Pee-Wee Basketball, * she mused to herself. * Why the hell did I
volunteer for this again? *
"Hey, pay attention!" Ruthie snapped at her oldest sister.
She hurled a hard chest pass in Mary's face, and the high school's
star forward had to react fast.
"Don't ever do that again!" Mary slammed the ball down with a
sky-high bounce. "You could hurt someone like that."
"So?" Ruthie Camden challenged. "You weren't paying
attention."
"Sit down, Camden," Mary barked at her little sister. "You're
out. Danielle," she waved at one of the elementary school girls
sitting on the side of the court waiting to play. "You're in for
Ruthie."
"You can't do that," Ruthie stamped her foot. "I'm gonna tell
mom and dad."
"Listen, Ruthie," Mary knelt down now and talked directly to
her little sister. "I am not your sister here. Mom and Dad don't
have anything to do with this. I'm your coach, and I'm telling you to
SIT DOWN!" She paused when she saw Ruthie's continued defiance.
"NOW!"
Ruthie Camden sneered at her oldest sister, but did as she was
told. She knew she shouldn't have thrown that ball at Mary the moment
it left her hands. But Mary was ignoring the girls. If she was the
coach, she was supposed to be paying attention. Ruthie was just
trying to get her sister's attention, that's all.
The little girl shook her head and ambled past the huddle of
other girls on the Pee-Wee team. She should have never signed up for
Mary's team. Mary could be so bossy. She didn't even like basketball
very much. She liked football. But Mary had needed girls for her
team, and Mom and Dad were really excited that their eldest daughter
had volunteered to coach the church's team. Dad wanted to beat the
team sponsored by Mr. Henley's Pizza Hut at least once in his life,
and this year with Mary Camden coaching he actually seemed to think
that was possible. Ruthie didn't care who won, though. She just
wanted to play. She hated sitting on the bench with the other girls.
Mary didn't notice her little sister wandering over towards
the bleachers until Ruthie was almost there. By then, it was too
late. Mary couldn't stop her "pick-and-roll" lesson just because her
bratty little sister had decided to wander off. She wouldn't have
been that concerned with any of the other girls, so why should it
matter with Ruthie. Mary was the coach, not the sister, right ..? No
favoritism! Ruthie was still in sight and still within earshot, so
what did it matter if she was blowing off a little steam? Her little
sister already knew the pick-and-roll, too. She'd get her back in the
practice game in a few minutes.
Mary turned back to the girls. She had stopped the action a
moment ago to point out a pick-and-roll opportunity to Sheila Joiner.
She'd finished the demonstration, and tossed the ball back to the red
team for an in-bounds pass. As she watched the ball pass back into
play, she couldn't help dividing at least a small portion of her
attention to Ruthie and the girls she was now talking to by the
bleachers. * Who are they? * Mary asked herself. * And why are they
watching me? *

"So who are you guys?" Ruthie asked the biggest of the three
girls sprawled out on the bleachers.
"Friends .." the big girl answered with a smile. She was
taller than Mary even, and heavier. Her hair was cut real short and
it was kind of slick and wet looking. She wasn't even wearing make-up
or anything, just baggy shorts and a big baggy shirt. "Sisters .."
she added with a wink.
Ruthie liked her. She seemed nice. So did the other two
girls. One of them was real small and skinny, with bright red hair,
freckles and glasses. She was wearing a tee-shirt and gym shorts and
looked kind of like a guy. The other girl was not as strange-looking.
She had blonde hair and was about the same size as Ruthie's sister,
Lucy, the middle Camden girl. The blonde girl was pretty, too, like a
girl. She didn't look like a guy the way the other girls did. The
blonde girl was also wearing a little make-up.
They all smiled at Ruthie, and the big girl moved over a
little so Ruthie could sit down. Mom and Dad had told Ruthie not to
talk to strangers, but these were just girls, nice girls. "I'm
Ruthie," Ruthie told them.
"Kara," the blonde smiled at Ruthie.
"Steph,"the big girl added.
"I'm Laura," the skinny redhead shook Ruthie's hand. "You
like basketball, huh ..?"
"Yeah, I guess," Ruthie answered. "Not as much as football,
though. I play football in school, you know. With the boys," she
added proudly. "I'm a starter."
"Good for you," Kara kept smiling.
"This is just Pee-Wee sports," Ruthie pointed to the
basketball practice. "It's only for fun."
"Who's your coach out there?" Kara asked. "She's hot .."
"Kara!" Steph punched the blonde girl playfully and nodded
down to Ruthie.
"Well she is," Kara defended herself.
"I don't think so," Ruthie replied. She had no idea what they
were talking about. "She hasn't been running around much at all. You
should see her when she really gets hot. She sweats .. PU!"
The girls laughed.
"Do you know her name?" Laura asked.
"Mary," Ruthie replied. "Mary Camden."
"What else do you know about her?" Laura pressed.
"A lot," Ruthie shrugged her shoulders. "She's my big
sister."
"Really," Steph smiled and licked her lips. "Wow, that must
be neat."
"It can be," Ruthie answered. "But she can kind of be a pain
sometimes."
"Why did she bench you?" Kara asked.
"'cause I threw the ball at her face when she wasn't looking,"
Ruthie pouted. "That was dumb. I know I shouldn't have, but she
wasn't paying attention."
"I think she'll forgive you," Kara laughed. "Sisters always
forgive each other," she added with a twinkle in her eye. "That's
part of being a Sister."
"Are you guys sisters?" Ruthie asked.
"Uh huh .." Steph answered.
"I have two sisters, too," Ruthie told them. "I'm the
youngest .. I mean I WAS the youngest. I have two baby brothers now.
They were just born. My dad's a minister and he just had a
heart-attack, too."
"Wow," Steph laughed. "You're a regular Encyclopedia
Britannica."
"What does that mean?" Ruthie asked.
"You're filled with useful information," Kara smiled. "That's
a good thing. That means you're smart."
"Do you have any more sisters?" Ruthie asked.
"Yeah," Laura looked at the other girls. "Millions of them."
"Really?" Ruthie exclaimed in confusion. "Wow, and I thought
I had a big family."
"We're all sisters," Steph explained. "All of us." She
spread out her arms to include not only the girls on the playground,
but to symbolize the whole world.
"Oh, I get it," Ruthie smiled. "That's cool."
"Do you think we could go over and meet your sister, Mary?"
Steph asked.
"Why?"
"Because she looks nice," Kara answered. "She looks like she
might have a lot in common with us."
"Do you go to the college?" Ruthie asked.
"I do," Kara answered while Laura nodded, too.
"Do you know my brother, Matt?" Ruthie asked. "He goes
there."
"No," Kara shook her head.
"How about his girlfriend, Shawna?" Ruthie pressed. "She's
real pretty. You have to know her."
"I think I might," Laura answered. "Pre-med, right ..?"
"Yeah," Ruthie nodded with a big smile. "She's going to be a
doctor, just like my uncle."
"That's very cool, Ruthie," Kara smiled.
"So do you think we can go over and meet her?" Steph asked.
"Shawna?" Ruthie asked.
"No," Steph laughed. "Your sister. Mary."
"Sure," Ruthie got up. "Come on."
As the three girls crossed the playground with Ruthie in the
lead, Mary stopped the practice. These three girls had gotten her
curiosity up, and she decided to find out what all the staring was
about. "Hey," she nodded and smiled when the foursome was within
earshot. "Who are your friends, Ruthie?"
"They're my sisters, too," Ruthie announced proudly. "We're
all sisters," she pointed to all the girls.
"That's right .." Mary nodded, her eyes catching the radiant
smile of the blonde girl. "I'm Mary Camden." She stuck out her hand,
and the biggest girl among the three took it. "I'm Steph .. Walker,"
she added. "Steph Walker."
"Kara Vincent," the blonde kept smiling.
"Laura Reardon," the little redhead took Mary's hand and
squeezed it.
"You've been .. ah ..watching us," Mary cut to the chase. "So
what's up with that?" she smiled, trying to make the interrogation
seem casual.
"You're a strong role model," Steph replied. "We were just
admiring you. I hope that didn't make you uncomfortable."
"Well, yeah, a little .." Mary confessed. "Thanks," she
added. "Really .. thanks .."
"Thank you," Steph touched Mary's shoulder and gave her the
slightest caress. "We need sisters like you. That's what will save
us. Sisters like you and Ruthie and all of you." She pointed to all
the girls.
"Do you mind if we watch the rest of your practice?" Kara
asked. "We won't get in the way. Swear .."
"Go right ahead," Mary laughed, tossing the ball to Ruthie.
"You ready to be part of the team now?" she asked her little sister.
Ruthie nodded.
"We're all a team," Steph knelt down and spoke to all the
girls. "And we're all sisters. Don't forget that. They want you to
forget, but don't, okay ..?"
"Okay," the girls responded in unison.
"Let's get back to the game." Mary Camden blew her whistle
and watched the girls get back into their positions. * We're all
sisters, * she mused to herself. * Okay, I buy that. But who's this
THEY who want us to forget that? * She looked at the trio of girls
and smiled. * Whoever they are, * she thought, * they're certainly
different. I think I like that ..*

2

"So what is it you wanted to show me?" Simon Camden asked his
girlfriend, Deena. The two were up in his room, and Deena had been
acting especially weird all day. She was always telling Simon that he
didn't understand girls, and she was right .. especially when they
were acting the way Deena was acting. It had started before school at
his locker. She told him she needed to show him something, but when
he pressed her she told him it was something she couldn't show him at
school. Then the whole rest of the day, he kept seeing her standing
in a huddle with all her friends, whispering, looking at him, and
giggling.
* Girls sure are weird, * he told himself. But now that
school was over and they were in the privacy of his room, maybe Deena
would finally tell him what the heck was going on. "So?" he prodded
her. "What is so 'secret' you couldn't show me in school?"
"This," she reached into her backpack and drew out plain brown
bag. "Come on, let's close your door and sit on the bed." She shut
his bedroom and door and turned back to him, pointing to his bed.
"Hey, you know we can't do that," Simon protested. "Not
after my mom and dad caught us kissing the other week. I could get in
trouble."
"You can be such a baby sometimes, Simon," Deena teased him.
"Now do you want to see what's in here," she waved the bag, "or not?"
"Yeah, sure, I guess .."
"Then the door has to be closed," she informed him. "You're
mom and dad aren't even home, and I really don't think your sister
cares."
"But I'm not supposed to .."
"Simon!" Deena snapped and pointed to the bed. "Sit!"
He obeyed, and she crossed the room. She sat next to him on
the bed .. close .. very CLOSE! "Have you ever seen anything like
this before?" she asked, withdrawing a magazine from the plain brown
bag.
The first thing that caught Simon Camden's eye was the
distinctive color of flesh that splashed across his eyes. The reality
of what he was looking at took a few seconds to register. * Flesh ..
Naked people .. Breasts .. Penises .. Vaginas .. * Each image
cauterized the synapses connected to his optic nerves, searing the
reality of the photographs into his dumbstruck young brain. * That
woman is sucking on that man's .. *
"Deena ..?" Simon Camden wanted to spring up from the bed and
run down the stairs screaming. What he was looking at was wrong,
immoral. * Jesus Wouldn't Do this! * he answered himself when he
looked away and saw the WWJD bumper sticker affixed to the back of his
closed bedroom door.
Everything he'd been taught be his mother and father howled
"RUN!" in his mind. Yet, he could do nothing but sit there, as still
as a statue, and feel every part of him grow hot and rigid. He looked
at Deena.
She was transfixed. Her eyes were as wide and smiling. She
bit her bottom lip slightly, and sucked her cheeks in slightly. She
nuzzled against him and slowly flipped the pages. He could feel her
grow more tense with every new set of photos.
The model in the magazine slowly moved from sucking the man's
penis to licking his scrotum and then burying her tongue up his anus.
Many of the photos were taken by the man himself, the camera looking
straight down into the woman's eyes as she worshipped his hard, long
penis with her wet, inviting mouth. The man's penis seemed enormous
as it impaled the woman's face inch by inch. Her lipstick smeared
across the veiny skin of the shaft, and each picture showed her
progress inch by inch. At the bottom of the page, the man's penis was
stuffed all the way down her throat. The woman's nose was mashed
against his stomach as he pressed her head forward, his large hands
pushing at the back of her skull.
The next page, showed the woman's mouth ripped off the
enormous penis. Her mouth foamed with gobs of spittle that coated her
lips and chin, and dripped onto her firm, pointed breasts. The man
reinserted his penis again, and the woman appeared to gag on it. Her
eyes were bugged out in shock. She took the man's penis all the way
in her mouth again.
On the next page, another man, a black man, entered the scene.
His penis was even larger and thicker than the first man. Both
penises were then stuffed into the woman's mouth, stretching her lips
out and contorting her face. A second woman then appeared, crawling
up behind the woman until her nose was nestled in her anal crack.
Then her mouth covered the woman's vagina. Further pictures showed
her sucking and licking the woman's vagina and anus from behind while
the woman struggled to suck both the black and white penises. The
white man then stuck his penis up her vagina from behind like a dog
while the black man sprayed semen all over the woman's face. There
were over ten small pictures detailing the semen as it smeared across
her face.
The next set of photos showed the two women lined up next to
each other on their hands and knees. Close-ups of their anuses
followed. The men stuck their fingers up their anuses, spreading
their sphincters and lubricating their holes. Then each man pressed
his respective cock into each woman's small opening. The women were
screaming and kissing each other. The men appeared to be striking the
women's bottoms as they had anal intercourse. The men then withdrew
their penises, and two loads of semen were sprayed on each woman's
bottom.
Next, the second woman licked all the semen from the bottom of
the first woman. Then she licked the woman's vagina again. The woman
screamed. Then the first woman did the same to the second woman until
she screamed too.
"This next part is my favorite," Deena spoke for the first
time in what seemed an eternity. She kissed Simon hard on the lips
and stroked his penis through his jeans. Simon slid his hands up
Deena's shirt and found her small, pert, barely-pubescent breasts. As
he wormed his fingers inside her lacy bra cup and flicked her tiny
nipple, she gasped and turned the page.
The woman were laughing now, and each one was strapping on a
huge, black artificial penis around her waist and over her vagina.
The white man was now tied up, and the black man was standing above
him laughing, too. The women then forced the white man to suck their
artificial, black penises, while they and the black man continued
laughing. The white man's scrotum was squeezed off by a tight rubber
band, and the women tugged at it while the black man beat his huge,
dark penis against the man's frightened face.
Then the women proceeded to insert their artificial penises up
the white man's anus and mouth while he appeared to be crying. The
black man then beat the white man while the two women had sex with
each other using their artificial penises. The magazine ended with
the white man spraying his semen into a cup and then being forced to
drink it.
By the time, Deena had stopped flipping the pages, Simon had
her shirt off. One of her tiny breasts was straining against the lacy
cup of her bra while the other one wobbled free. "Lick it," she
commanded Simon.
The boy didn't even think about what was right or wrong
anymore. He leaned over and ran his tongue over the stubborn nub of
flesh, savoring the salty taste of his girlfriend's sweat.
"How big is your ..thing?" Deena gasped as Simon started
instinctively sucking her nipple.
"I .. not that big," Simon whispered, referring to the
magazine which had fallen open to the floor. He was ashamed and
didn't want to show her his boyish, three inch penis. Not after she'd
just seen the ones in the magazine.
"Show it to me, Simon," she pushed him away. "I want to see
it ..now."
"Geez, Deena," he whined. "Can't we just do this?"
"I want to see your thing, Simon," she snapped. "Now come on
.. or I'll leave .." she threatened.
"Deena, come on .."
"Simon!" She began tucking her little, swollen breast back
into her bra.
"Okay .. all right." Simon shrugged his shoulders, and
shivered. He looked in his girlfriend's eyes and saw no compromise.
Shivering even harder, he stood up and started unbuttoning his pants.
Deena sprawled out over his bed and scooped her other breast
out of her bra. She tugged at both her nipples while her boyfriend
wormed out of his jeans. When she saw his white jockey shorts, she
giggled. She could see his little hard penis tucked above the left
leg like a roll of pennies. He looked at her for mercy, but she just
smirked at him and nodded.
Left with no choice, Simon Camden pulled down his shorts and
his little stiff penis snapped to attention. Deena giggled. "I want
to watch you play with it," she commanded, picking up the magazine and
looking at the last few pages with one eye and Simon with the other.
Simon just stood still, not sure what she meant or what he
should do.
"Don't you .. you know?" she asked. "Masturbate?" she finally
found the word.
"Geez, Deena, NO! That's gross."
"I thought all boys masturbated," Deena seemed angry. "You
mean you never play with yourself?"
"Do you?" Simon fired back, suddenly a little perturbed.
"I'm a girl," Deena protested. "You're a boy, and boy's
masturbate. At least normal boys do. You are normal, aren't you ..?"
"Yes," Simon snapped back. * Geez, what a thing to ask a guy.
*
"You'd masturbate if you were normal," Deena kept at him.
"You'd masturbate about me if you really liked me. You do like me,
don't you ..?"
"Yes, Deena .."
"Then masturbate. Here I am, Simon. Your girlfriend, in your
bedroom. Look at my tits. You do like to look at my tits, don't you
..?"
"Y..yes," he stammered.
"Then do it. I want to see what it looks like when a guy
masturbates." She moved up close to him now and slapped his penis and
balls. "Now come on. Your parents will be home anytime now, and I
have to get home soon." She snapped her fingers at his dick. "Come
on. Masturbate!"
"I .."
"SIMON! Masturbate right now, or I'll tell all the girls in
school how small your thing is and how you couldn't get hard and how
you're probably gay."
"O..okay .." he was almost crying now. He began to stroke his
penis slowly, his thin body trembling. He'd only ever masturbated in
bed at night by rubbing his penis hard into his mattress, his hands
and fingers never touching it. Then, when he was about to orgasm, he
would stop and run into the bathroom and ejaculate into the toilet
bowl, wiping up the remaining evidence with toilet paper and flushing.
That way no one would ever know his shameful secret.
But now Deena was asking him to touch himself IN FRONT of her.
His father had taught him that masturbation and lust were normal
thoughts for a teenage boy his age, but that they were disrespectful
of woman and victimized them as sex objects. Consequently, such
narrow-minded thinking would be harmful to Simon's development as a
man.
But Simon Camden had no choice now. And how could his lust be
disrespectful to Deena when she was the one forcing him masturbate?
If anything, she was the one being disrespectful to him, and he was
the victim.
His eyes burning with shame and terror, Simon pulled on his
hard penis and stroked it. Having never masturbated this way before,
he ahd to let his instincts take over. Within a few seconds, he
discovered the jerking motion that was most stimulating, and he pumped
his penis hard, wanting to get the ordeal over with as soon as
possible.
"Your thing is sooo small," Deena giggled, as she looked at
the pictures and compared the men with Simon. "Do you think it will
ever grow bigger?" she asked.
"I don't know .." Simon sobbed.
"Maybe I should go out with Rulon Mitchell," she mused aloud.
"He's black and blacks have bigger things, you know .. Like this
guy," she pointed to the man in the magazine. "You could never get
this big, could you ..?"
"I .. I don't know," Simon choked.
"Have you seen your brother's penis?" she asked. "Is it big?"
"I .. I don't know .."
"How about your dad? I wonder if his penis is big. I want
you to sneak some pictures of their penises, okay ..?"
"No way!" Simon protested. "That's sick."
"All the kids at school will be REAL interested about how
small your penis is," Deena observed. "And how you couldn't get hard
with me naked on your bed. They'll kick your butt in for being a
faggot, you know."
"Don't," Simon begged. "Please .."
"I want pictures of Matt's and your dad's penises," Deena told
him. "Tomorrow, okay ..? Now come on and hurry. I want to see you
spray your semen, like in the magazine." Simon tried to comply by
pulling and pumping his tiny, hard dick, but nothing came out. "Come
on, Simon," she whined. "Quit being such a baby. Can't you orgasm?
What's wrong with you? I think I'm going to call Rulon right now."
She picked up the phone and started punching in a number.
"No, Deena, don't .." Simon begged. He was yanking so hard
his penis felt like it might tear right off his body.
"Is Rulon there?" Deena asked into the phone. She was tugging
at her pert, tiny nipples again, and rolling the small berries in her
fingers. "Okay .." She looked at Simon. "He's coming to the phone,"
she told Simon. "I'm going to ask if I can come over and show him the
magazine and see his penis. I bet it is sooo big .."
"Deena," Simon wept, "Please .."
"Hi, Rulon, it's Deena," she chirped.
"SHIT!" Simon bawled, the semen spurting from his winking piss
hole and spattering across Deena's bare, pink breasts and flat tummy.
"Oh, nothing," she cooed. She pointed to the semen on her
body, stuck out her tongue, pointed to Simon, wagged her tongue in a
licking motion, then pointed back to her tits and stomach.
"No," Simon whimpered and shook his head furiously.
"I had a question to ask you," Deena spoke into the phone. "A
personal question .." she gasped and giggled when Simon knelt down
and began licking up his sperm from her nubile flesh. She grasped the
back of Simon's head by his hair and guided his mouth and tongue
around her torso. She giggled as her boyfriend sobbed and licked.
"If I weren't going out with Simon Camden, would you ever ask me out?"
she asked. "I was just wondering," she replied after a few seconds.
"REAALLY?" she laughed. "You would .."
"Please, Deena," Simon bawled under his breath. "Please don't
.."
"Well, like I said I was just wondering," Deena giggled. "I
mean as long as Simon behaves, I GUESS he's still my boyfriend. But
you know how things go. I just wanted to know my options. Cool!
Yeah, I'll see you in school. Bye .." She hung up the phone.
"That's good, Simon. You really are a good boyfriend. Can I come
over and shove some stuff up your butt tomorrow, like in the magazine
..?"
"You most certainly CAN NOT!" The voice shocked Simon and
Deena. It came out of nowhere. Neither of them had even heard the
door open. But there was Simon's mother, Annie Camden, standing in
the open doorway, her face flushed a deep crimson and her body shaking
in rage. "SIMON CAMDEN what in the world do you think you're doing?"
she shouted at her middle son. "And you?" she pointed at Deena, then
tore the magazine from her hands. "You are NEVER to set foot in this
house or speak to my son again .. EVER!" she added. "Now get out you
.. you little .. Jezebel!"
"Mrs. Camden, I .."
"OUT!" Annie shouted. "And you can tell your parents to be
expecting a CALL from me."
By this time, Annie's hollering had drawn the attention of
Lucy, who came running to the door. One peek inside Simon's room, and
the middle Camden knew something SERIOUS was going on. Deena was
still topless and Lucy spied Simon's naked, shriveled dick. * Wooa,
not good .. * Lucy didn't know whether to giggle or gasp. She did a
little of both.
"OUT!!!" Annie Camden screeched again.
This time, Deena leaped off the bed, scooped up her backpack
and squeezed past Annie and Lucy into the hallway. Before Annie could
say another word, Deena sprinted down the stairs, hurriedly trying to
get her bra and top back on.
"What is going on?" Lucy couldn't help but ask.
"Why don't you ask your brother," Annie spit.
"M..mom .." Simon bawled. "Please .. I can explain."
"Not to me you can't," Annie snapped. "You can explain this
to your father. You disgust me, Simon! Stay in your room!" she
slammed the door and whirled around to face Lucy. "And what the heck
were you doing while all this was going on? You know the rules.
Simon was not supposed to be up here in his room alone with Deena,
especially with the DOOR CLOSED! What the heck were you doing?"
"The laundry," Lucy defended herself. "Just like you told me
to do this morning. I was downstairs doingthe laundry. This was not
my fault. You can't blame me. When I was up here half an hour ago,
they were downstairs watching TV. He never told me he was coming up
here. I KNOW the rules, mom! But I'm not Simon's keeper. I was
doing my chores, just like YOU told me. You can't blame me for any of
this, and you know it!"
Annie glared at her daughter, and for a split second she even
thought of striking the defiant teen. But then Annie considered what
Lucy said, and she knew she was right. Simon had taken advantage of
the situation and broken the rules. Annie had no reason to believe
that Lucy would have allowed such behavior to go on. Lucy had always
made Simon leave his door open when he was in his room with Deena
before.
Annie let the tension in her body subside, and she grimaced at
Lucy. "Y..you're right," she apologized. "I'm sorry, I just .." she
shook the magazine at Lucy. "I think I'm going to be sick."
"What's going on in here?" Mary Camden's voice emerged from
the top of the staircase. "I just saw Deena running down the street
crying," Mary added. "Did something happen?"
"Yes," Annie shook her head. "Something did happen."
"What?" Ruthie popped her head in behind Mary's back.
Annie winced. "We'll discuss this later," she looked at Lucy
and Mary, and they nodded. "I'm going to start dinner now."
"Do you need any help?" Lucy asked, concern inher voice. She
had never seen her mother this upset before .. about anything.
"No," Annie shook her head. "I need some space, okay ..?"
"Sure, mom." Mary herded her two younger sisters away as Annie
walked downstairs. "Ruthie, go play in your room, okay ..?" Mary
half-asked her youngest sister.
"I want to know what happened," Ruthie whined.
"Not now, okay ..?" Mary replied. "I need to talk to Lucy ..
alone."
"I bet this is sex stuff," Ruthie huffed to herself as she
stomped off to her room. "Whenever anybody wants to talk without me
around, it's always sex stuff .." She slammed her door behind her.
"What the hell happened here?" Mary prodded Lucy as they went
into their room and closed the door. Mary liked to say 'hell' when
her parents and Matt weren't around.
"It was .." Lucy stopped herself, still not sure whether it
was appropriate to giggle. "Let's just say Simon and Deena got a
little carried away in the make-out department," she grinned to
herself.
"Like HOW carried away?" Mary pressed.
"Real carried away," Lucy answered.
"Um, you're going to need to be more specific," Mary kept at
her younger sister.
"I don't know if I can," Lucy smiled. "I just caught a
glimpse."
"Sooo?" Mary shook her sister by the shoulders. "You caught a
glimpse. What did you see?"
Lucy arched her eyebrows and made googly eyes.
"Noooo!?" Mary shook her sister again.
"Mmm hmm .." Lucy couldn't help but giggle.
"Simon?" Mary fell on the bed laughing. "Simon?" she
repeated. "And mom saw .." she cut herself off and howled in
laughter. "Oh, this is rich. This is priceless!"
"I don't know if this is so funny," Lucy observed, flopping
down on her own bed. "You saw mom. She is REALLY upset .."
"Don't you realize what just happened?" Mary looked up at her
sister. "Simon just made our lives a hell of a lot easier in the
dating department."
"How do you figure?"
"Do you think anything we do from now on is even going to
phase mom and dad after this. Lucy's out an hour past curfew," Mary
mused, imitating her dad's deep voice. "Hey, at least she isn't
screwing up in her room," Mary responded to herself by mocking her
mother's voice. "Just think of it, Luce. This is like a permanent
Get-Out-Of-Jail-Free card. We'll be the good kids from now on. Simon
will get all the 'special attention.' She made a quotation marks
gesture with her fingers. "Oh, this is sweet. This is very sweet."
She blew a kiss towards Simon's room. "Thank you so much Simon and
little simon," she laughed, then turned to Lucy. "So .. um .. how did
it look?"
"What?' Lucy wrinkled her nose, suspicious of where mary might
be going.
"You know .." Mary arched her eyebrows. "Little simon .."
"You are so gross," Lucy snapped back.
"Oh, and you didn't take a look," Mary snorted. "Yeah, right
.."
"I didn't," Lucy protested.
"I saw Matt's once," Mary upped the ante. "But you probably
wouldn't care about that either." There was silence for a long pause.
"You did?" Lucy finally cracked. "When?"
Mary smiled and turned over on her stomach. She propped her
chin on her hand. "He was getting out of the shower. I walked in the
bathroom by mistake. I didn't know he was in there."
"Sooo?" Lucy giggled.
"You first," Mary smiled. "Spill it."
Lucy looked around the room suspiciously, as if someone else
might be in the room. "It was .." she lowered her voice and giggled.
She held her two index fingers not even an inch apart and arched her
eyebrows.
"Really?" Mary snorted. "Was it .. excited or .. bored?" she
asked.
"Definitely bored," Lucy answered. "How about Matt?"
"Excited," Mary grinned. "Definitely excited." Lucy nodded
at her sister to continue, moving her index fingers back and forth.
Mary put her index fingers about five inches apart and smiled. "Not
bad," Lucy whistled under her breath. "Right?" she asked, suddenly
catching herself. She'd never seen a hard penis before.
"Average," Mary spoke like an authority.
"You've seen other guys?" Lucy couldn't help but ask.
"A few," Mary smiled. "But that's all I'm saying on the
subject."
"So you think Simon will get in a lot of trouble?" Lucy asked.
"He's toast," Mary sighed. "When dad lays the lecture on him,
the guilt will probably make him gay," she quipped.
Lucy giggled. Suddenly the phone rang. She picked it up.
"Is Mary Camden there?" a girl's voice asked.
"Yep, she's right here." Lucy threw Mary the phone.
"Yeah?" Mary answered.
"Hey, Mare," the voice spoke. "It's Steph .. from the
basketball courts," she added.
"I know," Mary laughed. "What's up, girlfriend?"
"We were wondering if you'd like to meet us tonight .. for
coffee ..?" Steph asked.
"Sure. Where?"
"Sisters of Athena," Steph answered.
"I don't know that place," Mary replied.
"I'm not surprised," Steph answered. "It's kind of private."
"A private coffee bar, that's kind of weird, isn't it ..?"
Mary asked.
"Not really," Steph seemed a little uncomfortable. "We try to
keep out the kids. It's an adult place. We all get together, drink
coffee and talk. We'll have music tonight, too, if you like that.
Laura plays guitar and sings. She's awesome."
"Sounds very cool," Mary nodded her head. "Where is this
place anyway."
"1454 Arlington," Steph answered. "The doors open at 9PM."
"I'll be there," Mary told her. "Thanks."
"See ya' there."
"Yeah, see ya' there. Bye." Mary hung up.
"You'll see who where?" Lucy asked.
"Just some girls I met at the park while I was coaching
Ruthie's Pee-Wee team this afternoon. They invited me to hang with
them at some coffee bar tonight." She stopped. "Have you ever heard
of Sisters of Athena?"
"No," Lucy shook her head. "Where is it?"
"Over on Arlington."
"That's kind of by the campus. Maybe Matt knows where it's
at."
"Yeah," Mary hit the speed dial, and a second later Matt's
phone rang.
"Hello?" her brother answered.
"Hey, Matt," Mary replied. "You know anything about a place
named Sisters of Athena on Arlington? It's a coffee house or
something."
"Nope," Matt said. "Never heard of it. Hey Shawna," he
called out. "Do you know a coffee place on Arlington called Sisters
of Athena?"
"I've heard of it .." Shawna's faint voice piped up. "I've
never been there. Why?"
"Why?" Matt repeated to Mary.
"I'm meeting some girls up there," Mary explained.
"That doesn't sound like a high school hangout," Matt
commented.
"That's because it's not," Mary replied. "The girls go to the
college."
"You're hanging out at a college place?" Matt asked. "Do mom
and dad know?"
"Not that they could stop me, but no," Mary answered.
"I don't know if this is such a good idea, Mary."
"Oh, get a life," Mary laughed at her brother. She could hear
Shawna speaking, but couldn't make out what she was saying. Matt
placed his hand over the receiver, and all Mary could hear was a
muffled conversation. Thirty seconds later, Matt returned. "Shawna's
going to meet you up there, okay ..?" Matt told his sister.
"Listen .." Mary started.
"Mary, don't worry, it's cool," Shawna was suddenly speaking
in the phone. "I was meaning to check the place out, but I never had
anyone to go with. You don't mind, do you ..?"
"Um, I .." Mary started again.
"Listen, this is definitely NOT a chaperone thing, okay ..?
Just you and me hanging out. I swear. That is if that's all right."
"Sure," Mary nodded. "No prob. So what's up with this place
anyway? How come I never heard of it?"
"It's like just for women," Shawna explained. "I know some
girls who've been there. It's supposed to be very cool."
"Just for women?" Mary asked. "Like no men?"
"Nope, just women," Shawna laughed. "Pretty cool, huh?"
"Yeah," Mary laughed. "Very cool. See ya after nine. Do you
need the address?"
"No, I know where it's at."
"See ya' there, then."
"Yeah. Bye."
"Adios." Mary hung up when she heard the click. "It's for
women only," Mary said to Lucy. Lucy looked at her older sister with
a confused stare. "The coffee bar," Mary explained. "Shawna says
it's for women only."
"Boy, that's not very fun," Lucy wrinkled her nose.
"I don't know. I think it sounds kind of cool," Mary smiled.
"I need to find something to wear." She jumped off the bed.
"Why?" Lucy quipped. "There won't be any guys there."
"Yeah, and no little teenage girls either," Mary shot back.
She went into her closet and started surveying her various sweaters
and skirts. "I need a vest," she mused aloud. "I wonder if dad would
let me borrow one of his vests."
"You are so bizarre," Lucy shook her head.