It began so very innocently. It's hard to imagine that the biggest scandal to ever hit our little town could have begun with such an innocent little event. But it did. And here is how it all happened.
My name is Patricia K. Cornwall, but my friends call me Tricia. I'm 11 years old and in the 6th grade at school. That fall, when this all started, I was in my first year at Harrison Godfrey Middle School. My older brother, Patrick, is a year older than I am. My younger brother, Patton, got stuck with the crummy name. Yes, I am very aware that we all have nearly the same name, but our parents are really not that creative. Mom and dad (Quentin and Fay) own a bookstore in Chicago, and pretty boring people, really. It worked out okay, though. By the time he was in first grade, Patrick went by Rick, and I already preferred Tricia. Patton was harder to save, but Rick and I just called out little brother "Pat" and the name stuck. Pat is in 3rd grade this year. He looks like a mini-me version of his older brother. Pat is 8 years old, and anything that Rick is interested in, Pat instantly is too.
Rick and I have always gotten along very well. This year, in my first days at the middle school, Rick had been really nice to me and showed me where my classes were and everything.
Middle school was very different from elementary school. There, the 5th grade class had been a total of 37 kids. We all knew each other. My 6th grade class was 392. At least I still had my friends. Tammi, Kim, Cedar, and Amy were all about my age. We lived within a few blocks from each other all our lives, and we were the best of friends. But enough about me and them, I need to tell you how this all started.
It was early in September. We had been in school for two weeks, and Rick, at his coach's suggestion, had taken up working with weights over the summer. For both football and wrestling, Rick needed the extra bulk. I usually left Rick and Pat alone, in the morning and afternoons when they were working out in Rick's room in the basement. This particular morning Rick was working out all alone, and I needed to ask him something. There's a bit of irony here, of course. I can't remember what I was going to ask him. At the time it must have been quite important to me, but as soon as I walked into that room, it flew right out of my head.
Now, please realize that while I knew Rick had bulked up over the summer, I hadn't seen him, even with his shirt off since our vacation that June. So, the sight of his new and improved body was all new to me. Rick was laying on his back, on his work out bench. He was lifting two dumb bells, one in each hand. I think he calls them curls. I stood in the doorway, staring at my brother. I couldn't believe what I saw.
I had never, ever thought of my brother as hot. But he laid there, in just his underwear, working out; my gawd was he gorgeous. Of course, I could not bring myself to tell him that at the time.
He was so sweaty that his whole body was glistening. His muscles bulged all over his body. His calf muscles flexed, and so did his biceps as he moved the weights up and down. His abs were tight, and I could clearly see his 6 pack. His chest was well defined too, and his face was red and he was huffing and puffing as he moved the heavy metal barbells up and down.
What I couldn't believe that my eyes were so drawn to his crotch. I didn't know if he was really hard or not, but the bulge in his underwear was very obvious. Sweat dripped down from where it had pooled in his innie belly button and was being soaked up by the white fabric of his undies. The crotch of the underwear was the only part of them that wasn't lily-white. Right there it was a bit off-color, kind of yellowish, either from a little bit of left over piss, or....I shivered to think about it.
Rick sat the weights down and without even noticing that I was there, he reached down into his shorts and began to stroke his cock. I gasped as he pulled the elastic band down and tucked it under his balls, exposing his cock to me. He jacked his hand up and down, faster and faster.
"Trish....Trish!!" Rick yelled at me. My mind snapped back to reality and I saw that he was sitting up on the bench. He was still holding the dumb bells, and he had a cocky grin on his face. He sat the weights down and held up his arms and flexed his muscles. He grinned at me and said, "Man, you were way gone just then. You really must like what you see!"
I blinked, my mind agreeing with my older brother. "Don't be gross!" I said, turning to leave. "What didja come down here for anyway?" he said with a smirk. I turned back to shoot a snotty comeback, but he was standing up now, and his cock was tenting out his underwear, almost obscenely, and I just couldn't think of a cumback....err, I mean come back. "Never mind" I snapped, and hurried up the stairs. I heard him chuckle as I did.
I avoided Rick the rest of the morning, and at school for most of that day. At lunch, Cedar and Kim told the rest of us that they had heard that the boys football team and wrestling team would be working out in the old gym starting that afternoon every Monday Wednesday and Friday. The old gym had been converted into a workout area, and the boys would be lifting weights, and doing exercises.
I had a great idea. "Do they still have the old balcony where the band used to sit?" I asked. One of the girls said, "I think so." I smiled and whispered, "We could sneak in and watch." The other girls giggled, and blushed, but by the end of lunch it was agreed. We'd do it.
Chapter 2: More than We Bargained For
After school, we left the ground like we normally would to walk home. Then, all five of us doubled back and snuck into the old gym building. We climbed the narrow steps to the balcony. We'd never been up there before, but we had all been in the gym during basketball games when the band had sat up there. Once up in the balcony, we crawled to the front and laid down on our bellies and looked over the edge.
There was a clear view of the entire gym floor. They had left one of the basketball hoops up, and some of the boys were playing ball. Other were working out on heavy bags, like boxers, and even more were working out with the weight benches and other machines recently installed. The Coach McGurn barked orders here and there, and the boys moved from one project to the other. Two at a time, right below where we were hiding, the boys practiced their wrestling moves on each other.
Almost all of the boys had their shirts off. The were loud, and sweaty, and it was a real turn on to watch them play and work. The other girls started to get bored after a while, at least all but Cedar and me, we seemed to be the most intent on watching the boys. One of the boys we watched the most was the football teams quarterback, Ty Johnson. Ty had been held back years ago in grade school, so he was 14; a bit older than the other boys. When he laid back on the bench, right below where we were hiding, and started to work out, his muscles flexing and sweat pouring off his tan body, both Cedar and me were playing with our crotches. We tried to be coy about it, but we both were so very turned on by the sight of the hot, sweaty, sexy, shirtless boy. His muscles were much bigger than by brothers, and they gleamed in the bright lights of the gym.
Finally, after an hour and ten minutes, the coach blew his whistle and the boys lined up and then ran to the showers.
We carefully and quietly started to sneak back. Cedar had wanted a last look at the boys, though, and moved to the far end of the balcony. "Hey!" she hissed, and we all stopped. She beckoned for us to come to her and we did, still sneaking quietly. There, at the far end of the balcony, several ceiling tiles were missing. We could see straight down into the boys showers.
It took a minute for the first boys to show up. There were only eight showers in all, so they came into the shower room from the locker room in little groups. Amy and Tammi nearly squealed as the first naked boys walked in. They held their hands over their mouths. All five of us were intently watching the boys. I'll admit, from our vantage point above them, we didn't see much, but we saw enough. The last batch of boys included my brother, causing a small smirk from the other girls. I didn't know that Rick had gotten hair "down there". The last time I had seen him naked was almost a year ago, and he had been smooth as a babies butt then. I had just accidentally walked in on him getting out of the shower. Now, he definitely had pubes.
All the other boys except Rick and Ty left. Then they did something wild, something we didn't expect. They leaned against the wall, side by side, facing towards us, and started to masturbate.
Amy and Tammy moved away from the edge at this point, apparently too embarrassed to watch. Cedar, Kim and I stayed right where we were. We watched as the boys jacked off, their hands moving so fast that we could barely see them. Their faces were a mask of pure bliss and both boys had their eyes closed. Rick grunted a moment before Ty, and both boy's white cum flew out in gobs and splattered all over the floor. They both turned back to the showers and rinsed off quickly and started to leave. Ty was ahead of Rick by several steps. Rick stopped suddenly. He looked back over his shoulder and up, right at us. He saw us, smiled, and flipped us the bird. Kim shrieked, and left to run off with the other girls. Cedar and I stayed right there and finished up fingering our pussies; both of us came nice and hard, just as the boys had down below us moments before.
We left as soon as we had cum, and went to find the other girls. When we got to our hangout at the coffee shop, Kim had already told the other girls that Rick, at least, had seen us.
The boys showed up a few minutes later, and Rick locked eyes with me. He smirked and went over and sat with the other guys. Neither of us said anything more about the incident, at least for the time being.
Chapter 3: Still Spying on the Boys
Late that night, after waking from a sexy dream about my brother, I slipped out of my room and snuck downstairs to his. I crept into his room and stood by the side of his bed, it was really early in the morning, about 4am. He was sleeping face up on the bed. I threw back the sheet that covered him and was kinda surprised to find that he was sleeping in the nude. I mean, I know I had spied on him yesterday jacking off at school, but mom still bought him pajamas for crying out loud.
His hard-on stood nice and erect as I flipped the covers back. I watched his muscular, well-defined chest rise and fall as he breathed deeply in his sleep. I gently ran my fingers over his arms, amazed at how hard and big his muscles were now. I ran my hand down his chest and to his tummy. I felt his abs and even dared to run my fingers through his pubes. I bent down to take just the head of his cock into my mouth when he woke up, and screamed.
I shot straight up in my bed, covered in sweat and my heart beating a million times a second. I looked over at the clock, and it said 2:40am. It had been a dream. Oh, god, was I in love with my brother? Was I just turned on by what I had seen him do in the shower room at school, or was this more? My pussy was dripping wet after that dream, and I couldn't get back to sleep, so I just lay there staring at the ceiling, fingering my pussy and dreaming about my brother's muscles -- especially his "love muscle".
The next day I found that Cedar and Kim wanted to go back and spy on the boys again, the others were too afraid to risk getting caught. We snuck up to the balcony just as the boys were coming into the gym from the locker room. The coach yelled at the boys, and we crawled up to the edge and watched.
Coach McGurn gave the boys orders to do this and that, and most of the boys either had their shirts off, or took them off at this point. Some went to box, some to play basketball, and still others to work out with the weights and weight lifting machines. All three of us, Cedar, Kim and I were laying on our bellies; we were on the floor right at the edge of the balcony. There was a noise behind us and then someone cleared their throats. We turned around slowly.
Ms. Gardner was standing there. The school principal had caught us looking at the boys. She pointed to us, and then to the stairs. Knowing we were caught, we followed her down the stairs, out the building and across the parking lot to the new building, and into her office.
We sat there for some time, the three us silent. She shuffled papers on her desk, and then put them down. She got up and went into the next room and we heard her talking to someone, and then she came back. She sat back down and looked at the papers on her desk. Then she looked up at the three of us. She stared at us for what seemed like an eternity. "So, you like looking at the boys....half naked and all sweaty. You'd risk a lot to see the boys like that, wouldn't you?"
None of us said a word, but I think you could clearly hear three distinct gulps in the room. "Coach McGurn tells me that you were also watching the boys shower yesterday. Is that true?" I nodded and spoke for the three of us. "It...it was my fault Ms. Gardner. It was all my idea. I heard about the boys working out in the old gym, and I convinced the other girls to go along. We didn't know about the missing ceiling tiles until we were up there, and then we just couldn't help ourselves."
Ms. Gardner cleared her throat and said, "What do you think I would do to boys caught looking into the girls showers?" There was stony silence, so I spoke up again. "Um, detention?" I said, with just a bit of hope in my voice. "Right" said Ms. Gardner, shaking her head "no", "I'd suspend them for three days, and for damn sure would notify their parents. Do you want me to call your parents?"
Kim freaked out at this point. Her dad, a Baptist Minister, would freak out. Cedars mom would go ballistic, and I really didn't know what my parents would do, but it couldn't be good. "N..no" all three of us said. "I've talked to Coach McGurn, and the two boys you watched in the showers."
None of the three of us gave away that we had seen all of the boys; we kept quiet. "They have agreed that there should be a special punishment for the three of you, and I agree. You girls have a choice, and it has to be the same punishment for all three of you. Either I call your parents in for a group conference to discuss what happened, or the three of you shower in front of the two boys you spied on. I figure that is a very fair punishment. Eye for an eye, so to speak."
We were stunned. We were also a bit turned on. Being forced to shower, presumably naked, in front of my brother and Ty Johnson was a real turn-on. The three of us looked at each other and then Kim said, in a funny voice, "N..naked?"
Ms. Gardner smiled tersely and said, "Of course. Well?"
Chapter 4: The Boys Get to "Spy" on Us
Mere minutes later, with the Coach, the Principal, and my brother and Ty walking behind us, the three of us were being marched across the campus to the old gym building. Once inside, the Principal reminded us that the terms of this punishment were that no one, boys or girls, would ever mention this incident again. We agreed.
I noticed that Rick had this smirk on his face, and he kept staring at me. Ty was all smiles too, looking over all three of us. We walked into the locker room and were told to disrobe right there, in front of everyone. To our surprise, the Coach and the Principal stayed to watch us too.
The four of them sat on a bench opposite from where we were standing. At the same time, we started to strip off our clothes. I was the first one to turn around, facing away from the boys and the two adults. I stripped naked, and then found that I was done before the others and just had to stand there shivering.
Rick smirked and whispered at me, "Nice ass, sis" but Coach told him to shut up. When all three of us were naked, we walked quickly to the shower room. I looked up but the ceiling tiles were in place. I had half-expected to see a dozen boys faces there watching us. We had to turn around to turn on the showers. Kim and Cedar both kept one hand covering their crotches as they turned the water on for their showers, but I really didn't care at that point.
I was pretty happy with the way my body looked, and by this point I was awfully turned on, so I just decided to enjoy myself. I showered, as did the other girls. The boys both squirmed in their seats. I enjoyed watching Ty and especially Rick squirm like that, since they were very turned on but didn't feel free to wank, especially with Ms. Gardner right there watching us too. Funny thing was, she seem more interested in the boys reaction to us, then making sure we were sufficiently "punished". I happened to noticed that she stared at Ty's crotch without blinking for come time.
Soon, Ms. Gardner cleared her throat and said, "Enough, come get dry and get your clothes back on."
We did, walking by the boys and the Coach, who clearly had a hard on going on in his tight sweatpants. Cedar even smirked a bit at him as we walked by. Kim covered his crotch and her breasts as we walked by them, but I had my arms down to my side and my chest puffed out proudly.
Once we were dressed, Ms. Gardner warned us not to repeat to anyone what we had done, and not to come to the old building again for any reason. I actually walked home with Rick that afternoon. We were silent until we were a couple of blocks away from the school.
"Not pissed are you?" he suddenly said. "Naah" I replied, turning to look at him for the first time since we started for home, "we deserved it. After all," I said with a smirk, "we did see all of the boys shower, not just you two." I stuck my tongue out and he laughed. "I knew that; but when I told the coach about you being up there, I said that you snuck in while Ty and I were showering. After all, I didn't want my own sisters goodies to be paraded around to the whole school. Just wanted to teach you a lesson about spying on me."
I thought for a moment and then said, "What lesson was that?" He laughed, smacked my ass hard and then ran on ahead of us. He turned around, jogging backward and called back to me, "You learned that if you want to sneak peeks at me when I work out or I'm naked, do it in the privacy of my room, and not when we are at school."
He turned and ran toward home, full speed. I walked along, thinking about what he had just said. I had an open invitation to come down to my brother's room and look at him anytime I wanted to. The full force of what he said didn't really hit me, until a strong wind came up and blew into my face. I felt the cold wind in my crotch, and realized I was so turned on that my pussy juices had literally soaked through to my pants. I was wet down there and the cold wind made my teeth and pussy lips chatter.
All the way home I thought about my brother's naked, muscular, hot bod.
Chapter 5: Pat's Muscles
Once home, I knew that mom and dad weren't home from work yet. I went downstairs, but Rick had locked his bedroom door, and I didn't want to knock, for fear of pissing him off. I went upstairs and passed Pat's room. He got home before us today, because of what happened after school.
"Why was you and Rick late gettin' home today?" he asked. I stopped at the door to his room and looked in. He was laying on the floor, shirtless, doing pushups. "Oh, no real reason, we just hung around after school with friends for a while" I said, as casually as I could. I noticed that Pat had really lost all of his babyfat over the summer. His biceps and triceps were really visible, as he stood up after finishing his push-ups.
He smiled at me and said, "Rick told me that you were oogling his bod the other day. I think that's funny." "Funny, eh?" I said, "Like your eyes wouldn't pop out of your head if I took off my shirt and bra in front of you."
Pat shook his head firmly and with a wicked smile said, "No way. It wouldn't be anything 'thing' for me at all -- after all, you are my sister." I laughed and said, "That sounded like a challenge."
Pat hopped up on his bed and his evil smile never went away. "Well?" he sneered. I glanced out of the room behind me, to make sure our parents or Rick were not around. I lifted my shirt up and off and then pulled my bra up.
Pat's eyes went wide and he giggled and rolled back and forth on the bed. I walked closer to him, and he giggled even more. I reached out and put my hands on his upper arms. Wow. "Your arms are so damn hard" I said, "It's hard to believe that these 'guns' belong to just a little kid." He said, almost breathlessly, "I'm not so little" and he reached out with his hands and cupped my breasts. I could barely hear him as he sighed and whispered, "So soft...."
I giggled now, and stepped back, Pat not wanting to let go and reaching out further and nearly falling off the bed. "Told you your eyes would bug out of your head" I said, pulling my bra back down but not putting my shirt back on. "You won that argument, for sure" said Pat; he giggled hard a moment later. I leaned back over to where he was sitting and I kissed him on the cheek and said, "Oh, I think we both won!"
Chapter 6: I Agree to be a Prize
The next day at school, I was called to the principal's office. I thought I was in trouble again, but Ms. Gardner assured me that this was good, fun stuff. She told me to call her Barbara from now on, when we were in private. She explained that during the spring of this last school year, my brother and Coach McGurn had come to her with a plan. Once they had the details worked out, she and the principal of the elementary school, Stan Myers, a former Mr. Universe contender, had gotten together and planned out a "healthy body" competition for the elementary and middle school boys. All boys were able to enter the contest, if they wanted to. Top prize for both the younger and older winner was a $500.00 gift certificate to a local sports equipment shop and a year's membership in a local gym. She also told me that once the boys had entered the contest, to be held in two weeks at the end of September, they would be told about the "other" prize. She explained what that was to me. Then she excused herself and said she'd be back in a minute.
I sat in Barbara's office thinking about what she had just told me. It was a brilliant idea. To all the outside world, it looked like the school was sponsoring a "cute" body building contest for the boys, and all money raised would go for cancer research. For the boys involved, they knew what they were really competing for. How cool was this? And to think that Rick was involved from the beginning, last spring, and was the one who suggested using some of the boys from the elementary school to make it look even more "legit". Mom was right, Rick is smarter than he let's on.
I was breathing hard, trying to decide what I was going to do. Seeing all of these boys, nearly naked, their bodies pumped up to the extreme, was certainly going to turn me on. And as Barbara said, we did owe it to the boys to make all of their work, their hard work, pay off for them big. The principal came back into the room, and smiled at me sweetly. She was certainly different now; no longer the stern disciplinarian.
"I'm in" I said, and she grinned from ear to ear as I shifted in my seat, horny as hell about what I had just agreed to.
There wasn't as much interest in the contest as I had thought there would be. There were 14 middle school boys, from 11 to 14 years old, and 6 elementary boys, from 8 to 11 years old that were entered in the competition. The contest was set for the last Saturday in September.
That Saturday morning, in Rick's room in the basement, I watched the boys as they worked out. I held Pat's feet down when he did sit-ups and I "spotted" for Rick as he pumped iron. He was huge, bigger than I had ever seen him before. Pat too. Both of them had spent the last week going to the tanning salon in the mall, and both were tan all over, a deep dark tan, except where their swimsuits had covered them in the booth. Rick told me that he had Pat and himself wear slightly larger suits than they would be wearing for the competition, so that their white skin would be poking out of their competition briefs just a little bit. I knew that he was right, the women voting for the winner would love that. The boy's privates just barely, but not quite really, poking out for all the world to see.
The boys left the house about two hours before the competition. They were going to the school to work out with the other 18 guys. Our parents had to work that day, and Rick had intentionally played down the importance of the day, so they didn't know they were missing something very special.
I got dressed up nice, after showering really good and went down to the school. A stage had been built at the far send of the old gym, where me and my girlfriends had spied on the boys. Chairs were set up, and I took a seat in the front row. I was afraid that everyone would see me staring at the boys, but then remembered that everyone in the whole place would be looking. This was going to be so much fun.
I could hardly believe it when my friends showed up. Cedar, Kim, Tammi, and Amy were all there. Cedar even leaned into me close and said, "Did you agree to be a 'special prize' for the winner?" I giggled and nodded yes. Cedar said the other girls had all told Barbara "no" but were kind of regretting it now.
The principal of the elementary school got on stage and called for quiet. The lights dimmed and the spotlights brightened. Principal Myers looked good himself. He was in red shorts, that were a bit tight and showed off his stuff pretty nicely, and a tight tank top. You could even see the outline of his abs under the shirt. For an old guy, he was in great shape. It made me wish that he could win.
All of the elementary boys came out first. There was Pat, my brother, and five others. even with their shirts on, and long sweatpants on, you could clearly tell that Pat was going to win this, hands down. A freaky thought entered my mind. Pat was going to win. What if he chose me as his "prize"? Oh, my god, I hadn't thought of that when I agreed to be a prize.
See, each other the winners and runners-up for both the younger boys and older boys were going to get to pick a girl to have sex with, once a week during school hours for the next six months. I had clearly thought that if Rick won and picked me that it was fine, but Pat? Was an 8 year old even old enough to have sex? Pat certainly was interested in the subject. I had seen his little cock jump when he touched my tits the other day. My mind wandered so much that I wasn't paying attention to what was going on until the music started and the first boy stepped out on stage.
Chapter 7: The Competition
Loud rock music hit the audience as the first boy, who the announcer said was "Trevor, age 11". Trevor came out on stage, a bit nervous. He was wearing very tight spandex shorts, they were long shorts that went down to about 4 inches about his knees. Not much skin showing, but they were tight, and his little package was showed off nicely. He turned and held his arm up and flexed, and there was applause from the audience. One woman whooped the loudest. I glanced over and saw the way she was staring at Trevor. I didn't know it at the time, but it was Trevor's mother. I'd learn more about her much later.
I glanced around and saw a few couples, most likely parents of the boys, a lot of single guys, pervs most likely, and a lot of girls. Not many boys were watching.
Trevor's routine was well received. Three other boys came and went, all with spandex shorts about like his. Then, Pat came on stage. The announcer called out his name, and when he stepped out, there were some audible gasps; at least one was from me.
Pat was wearing a spandex-style swimsuit that left nothing to the imagination. It was high cut, and exposed all of his buttocks. There was just a thin strip of material that covered his crack. His package was displayed nicely, and it was very clear that the horny little 8 year old was hard. Pat's routine wowed the audience. He was by far the most muscular contestant so far. His abs were perfect and his pecs even better. He could flex them, though not individually like some older boys can. When he bent forward and flexed his pecs the first time, I know I heard more than one female in the audience gasp in delight. Pat's thighs were huge, bigger than mine. His biceps and triceps were big and well-defined too. He got the biggest round of applause for the younger boys.
The next boy was thin and wiry, the exact opposite of Pat. He was ten and a lot taller than my little brother, but I wasn't surprised to see in the program that they both weighed the same. That boy was the last of the younger boys, and they all came back out on stage, their little bodies rippling muscles standing side by side, and they all received another round of applause.
The runner up was announced; it was Trevor, the first boy. Then came time for the winner. Pat was all smiles even before the official announcement. When he stepped to the front of the stage to get the medal and envelope from Principal Myers, he pointed at me and mouthed, "I won you."
I gulped. I smiled. I knew that I was in for a strange time of it.
There was a short break, and then it was time for the older boys. There were many more of them entered, 14 total. All of the boys came out on stage at once, just like the younger boys. They all wore jogging suits or similar, so it wasn't easy to get an idea of who might win this competition.
The older boys routines were much more polished than the younger ones. Besides coming out and posing, they also competed in weight lifting. The idea wasn't to see who could lift the most weight, but to see who could lift the weights properly from a variety of different styles. It was fascinating to watch, not to mention hot. Each one of these boys was a Olympian God. Muscles rippled, tendons flexed, and crotches bulged. Rick had been right, his white skin "peeking" from out of his tight shorts was very sexy indeed.
An hour later, the boys were all red faced, flushed, and sweaty as hell. They all came back out on stage, each one stepping to the front edge of the stage and doing one last short "flexing" routine. Then they stepped back and waited for the judges vote totals. When all was said and done, Ty Johnson beat Rick by only two points for the top position, and Rick was very happy with second place.
The boys all came out into the audience, and the parents shook hands with them, and I noticed at least two of the mothers running their hands over boys bodies -- boys that weren't their own offspring! Rick came over to me and whispered, "I heard you are a prize". I smiled and said, "Yeah, but Pat won first place in the Jr. division, and I have this hunch that he'll pick me first." Rick laughed and said, "He can have you. No offense, but I want Cedar. I hope she's left when it gets down to me. I know I get last pick, but still..."
I planted a kiss firmly on Rick's cheek and whispered, "Don't worry, big brother. Even if she's spoken for, I'll have a chat with her and I'm sure that you two can work out something on the side."
The boys all went off to shower and get changed, and soon the big old gym was nearly empty. At one end of the gym, the Principal's, Coach McGurn, and several of us girls gathered. When the last of the boys was gone, except for the winners, Principal Gardner said, "Let's do this quickly. Pat Cornwall, you pick first. Pat smiled at me and pointed at me. Barbara stifled a laugh and said, "Are you sure?" Pat nodded and said, "Oh, yeah."
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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