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HARD PROMISE
Rev. Cotton Mather


- 8 -


So, from that evening on, none of our friends could mention one of our
names without saying the other.  It was always "Ray-and-Melissa", as
if we were one person instead of two.

And perhaps we were.  The "I" had almost automatically become the
"We", with no regrets on Missy's part or on mine.  We were in love,
and it seemed like the entire school knew about it almost as soon as
we did.  Her parents had accepted the fact that I was important to
Missy, and treated me with cautious respect.  I, in turn, grew to
really like both her mother and her father, and even Megan lost
interest in being adversarial after awhile.

We went to a New Year's Eve party at Brad's house a few weeks after
the Snowflake Dance, and we sneaked up into Brad's room and were making
love at the stroke of midnight, for only the second time in our lives.
By then I had bought some condoms (that first time at the drug store is
always a nerve-wracking adventure for a teenager), and we were looking
forward to using them all up.  Missy discovered a taste for sex, and
her limber body served us both very well over the rest of the school
year.

For her birthday in May, her parents invited me to the family party.
There were about 20 people there, all members of her extended family.
I lost track of all the names, having only eyes for Missy.  I got her
a little gold locket on a golden chain, and gave her my class ring to
wear on the chain.  Then I brought out a boombox and slipped in a
karaoke tape of Chuck Berry's "Sweet Little Sixteen" and sang loudly
and badly to her, in front of her family and God and everybody.  She
claimed she was mortified, but she still couldn't hide the absolutely
delighted smile on her face as I made a fool of myself for her.

All that summer, we were hanging out together.  We would go to the
beach with Brad and Lindsey, or head down to Fabrice's in the evening
to meet up with a bunch of friends.  She ate dinner at my house
nearly as often as I ate over at hers, and we spent hours on the
telephone when we weren't together, talking about whatever came into
our heads.

Football practice and cheer practice started about the same time
later in the summer, and by then I had bought my own beater to drive
around, so I picked Missy up every day and drove her to the high
school for our practices, then drove her home, usually via the Dairy
Queen or McDonald's, afterward.  We inaugurated the back seat of my
car on the first weekend I owned it, crawling into the back with a
blanket and a box of rubbers at the start of the triple-feature, and
crawling back to the front, tired and sated, by the middle of the
third movie.  By the end of summer, for my birthday, she got me a
couple of CD's and wrote a note on a small slip of paper and put it
inside the card she had gotten me.  The note said that she had visited
her doctor, and had convinced her to write a prescription for birth-
control pills, which she had been taking for a month.  That night we
experienced, for the first time since THE first time, the closeness of
intimacy without latex intervening.  It was the best birthday present
I have ever gotten.

But then the hard truth of the old expression "No Good Deed Ever Goes
Unpunished" revealed itself.  It was Labor Day weekend, and Missy's
family was taking advantage of the long weekend to visit relatives
out of town.  A big group of us new seniors, mostly guys on the
football team with their girlfriends and a few other friends, headed
down to the beach at one of the lakes nearby to picnic and take
advantage of the hot weather before school really kicked in for the
year.  There were maybe thirty of us scattered along the large beach
and camping area.  Kids started arriving by midmorning on Saturday,
and a lot of us were planning on staying at least until Sunday
evening, as long as the weather held.  Marcus Delaney's older
brothers, both in college, joined us with a bunch of their friends,
and they picked up a couple of half-barrels of beer for everyone to
enjoy.

Brad, Jared, Marcus and I all pitched our tents around a fire pit
near the edge of the park.  Lindsey was coming up Saturday afternoon
with Mattie to spend the night.  Marcus and I were bachelors for the
weekend, so we made sure our tents were a little separated from
Jared's and Brad's, so they would have a little more privacy.  After
setting up our campsite, the four of us ran down to the beach and
into the water, tossing a football back and forth.  Pretty soon we
had enough boys and girls to organize a touch football game, so we
moved up to a grassy field and played until we were all exhausted,
hot and thirsty.  On our way past our campsite, I stopped and picked
up some Gatorade for the four of us to chug down before we started
in on the beer.

We ran down to the beach and jumped in the water to cool off.  Most
of the guys were wearing either swimming trunks or cutoffs, and we
had shed our shirts during the game.  The girls usually had on a tank
top and shorts or a bikini, and they didn't hesitate before hitting
the water either.  There was an extravagant amount of tempting female
flesh exposed, and most of the unattached guys were hovering around
the girls with their tongues hanging out, like hound dogs in heat.
Even some of the attached guys couldn't help looking, me included.
Most of the girls were there with a guy or with a group, but that
didn't stop the guys from acting like they had never seen a female
before.  It was kind of funny to watch.

There was a fire going and hot dogs on the grill, so we all loaded
up on hot dogs, chips, cookies and beer after cooling off in the lake.
Some of the kids were starting to get a little sloshed, not being used
to drinking beer in quantity, or the heat and the sun, or not eating
enough.  I saw a couple of girls flirting pretty heavily with some of
the college guys, but didn't think much of it at the time.  One of
the girls was Micki, a tiny sophomore who made the varsity
cheerleading team, a very cute little thing with big, pouty lips that
almost seemed to beg for a cock to suck.  I personally knew of about
10 guys who had, indeed, had those lips wrapped around their dicks,
as she tried to fuck her way onto the cheerleading squad as a
freshman.  She was hanging onto the arm of one of the older guys,
looking like she was never going to let go.  He sat there by the fire
next to her, feeding her sips of beer from his cup and letting her
demonstrate her talents by holding a hot dog up to her mouth for her
to eat, with a shit-eating grin on his face.  For some reason, it
bothered me.  I wasn't too concerned about Micki.  She was experienced
enough, I reasoned, to take care of herself under most circumstances.
But these college guys that came with Jerry and Ev, Marcus's brothers,
were unknown to us.  Just because they brought the beer did not make
them part of our circle of friends, after all.

Just at that moment, Lindsey and Mattie showed up.  They had also
brought three other girls from school, Bridget, Natalie, and Allie.
They gathered up Brad, Jared, Marcus, me, and Antonio to help them
set up their gear, so I forgot about Micki and the college kids and
walked back to the parking area with the rest of the group.

By the time we got done rearranging our campsite to accommodate three
more tents, the sun was on its way down toward the horizon, and it
was starting to cool off.  We each paired up with one of the girls
and walked through the woods, gathering sticks and small logs for our
own campfire later that evening.  Allie and I took the area by the
parking lot, and we chatted and laughed as we gathered wood.  Allie
was one of the starters on our girl's basketball team, a senior, and
had always been a jock.  She had never ever shown any interest in
dating, and in fact had turned down every invitation she had gotten,
but she was an open and friendly kid, tall and attractive with long
dark, almost black hair.  I'd known her since about the third grade,
and we were pals through and through.  She knew Missy well, and she
had told me early on in our relationship that she thought we made
the perfect couple.  Allie and I could sit next to one another, hold
hands, and talk of the deepest personal things, and there would
still be absolutely no hint of any sexual attraction between us.
It was very weird, believe me, having a girl friend who wasn't a
girlfriend, if you know what I mean.

Around sundown, Jared and Mattie hopped in Jared's car and trekked
back into town to pick up some pizzas for our dinner.  When they
returned, they jumped out of the car, triumphantly holding up their
prizes: they had brought back with them marshmallows, graham
crackers, and chocolate bars for making S'mores, along with more
chips and popcorn and sodas and beer.  We all gathered around and
feasted in a junk-food frenzy until we were too full to move.  Of
course, with the beer, this brought on a burping contest among us
guys, to the disgust and giggles of the girls.  Allie outdid us
all, however, with a monumental burst that must have started in her
legs, coming out deep and sonorous and resonating throughout our
campsite.  Marcus suggested a farting contest, but we all declined.
We weren't THAT drunk.

We could see that a lot of the other campsites were starting to quiet
down also, though there was still a big, raucous crowd around the
college campsite.  One half-barrel was empty and lying on its side
like a giant's discarded beer can, and the second one had been
tapped.  Brad and Lindsey said their good-nights and headed for their
tent, and Jared and Mattie followed shortly after.  Marcus, Allie,
Bridget, Natalie and I sat around our campfire, adding wood
occasionally, and swapped scary stories and urban legends.  Finally,
the activity combined with the sun and the beer caught up with all
of us, and we said good night to each other and headed for our
respective tents.

Sometime later, I'm guessing about 2 hours after I had fallen
asleep, I woke up desperate to take a piss.  I crawled out of my
sleeping bag and unzipped the tent, slipped into my tennis shoes,
and padded softly through our silent campsite toward the woods.
I entered into the trees and started to relieve myself, when I
heard some voices in a nearby clearing.  As I was finishing, I
suddenly heard a female voice cry out in fear or pain, followed
immediately by a sharp male voice.  I headed toward the sound of
the voices, crouching down and moving as quietly through the pine
needles and deadfall as I could, until I got to the edge of the
clearing.  There was about a 3/4 moon out, and it was a clear
night, so I could see my surroundings very well.

In the clearing were three of the college guys, standing around a
moaning, limp form on the ground.  One of the guys knelt down and
slapped the body on the ground, and growled, "Keep your mouth
shut, bitch, until we tell you to open it."

The body on the ground rolled over into a fetal position, covering
her head with her hands to try to ward off any more slaps, but she
was in no shape to be effective in her defense.  Her elbow moved out
of the way for a moment, and I could see it was Micki on the ground.
She sounded hurt, and her movements looked like she was either
passing-out drunk, or she was injured.  Her tank top was torn, and
her bra gleamed whitely through the torn fabric.  The kneeling kid
reached for her shoulders and pulled her roughly around and onto her
back, and then rudely shoved his hand down her pants.

"I'll get her lubed up for us," he said with a smile as he looked up
at his friends.  "Man, she's been asking for it all night long.
It's time she got what she deserves.  She'll be walking sore
tomorrow, right, guys?" he said with a laugh.

"Oh, yeah, I can't wait to get into that tight little ass," said
one of his friends.  "And those lips!  I'll bet she can suck the
chrome off a tailpipe!"

The third guy looked hesitant.  "Uh, guys, this isn't right.
Jimbo, let her go.  She's practically passed out.  Just let it
alone."

Jimbo looked up at him, his hand still buried in her pants.  "Hey,
Carl, if you don't want any of this, just walk away.  Nobody's
stopping you.  But I'm going to enjoy myself here.  This bitch has
been hanging all over me all night, getting me all worked up, and
I'm going to give her what she's been asking for.  If you want to
pass on it, that's up to you."

"It isn't right, Jimbo, and you know it.  Steve, what about you?
Do you think this is right?  It's rape, man.  Look at her, she
doesn't know what she's doing," pleaded Carl.

Steve just looked at him, cigarette dangling from the corner of
his mouth, without saying anything.

"Okay, man, if that's how it's going to be played, count me out."
Carl turned and walked out.

"Aw, fuck him," said Jimbo.  "Come on, Steve, give me a hand here.
She's squirming around too much to get these clothes off her by
myself."

Steve crushed out his cigarette and bent down to help his friend.
I stepped into the clearing, about 10 feet away from them, but they
were to engrossed in their task to notice me.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I said quietly.  My
blood was raging, and the adrenaline was pumping into me until I
thought I would explode.

Jimbo looked up, surprised.  "Who the fuck are you?" he asked.
"Either turn around and walk away, or else give us a hand here with
this bitch."

Steve looked at me fearfully as he knelt there.  He was closest to
me, and his hands were still on Micki's shorts, trying to unbutton
them.  He was small and skinny with bad skin, and I could see the
sudden panic in his eyes.

I lashed out and kicked him in the face.  His mouth snapped shut with
the contact, and blood spurted from his mouth and nose.  He went down
hard and didn't move.  I jumped over Micki as Jimbo started standing
up.  He was shorter than me by about 4 inches, and I outweighed him
by at least 30 pounds.  He had medium-long dirty hair, and he had
three small gold hoops in each ear.  He had been drinking heavily,
which seemed to give him an inclination to fight, but he was
outmatched.  I was bigger than him, plus I had been working out for
football.  He was still rising when I backhanded him across his cheek.
He staggered, but did not go down.  He stood, bellowed, and charged me.
His head was down, so he couldn't see me very well, and I sidestepped
him and gave him a shove to help him on his way.  He fell in a heap,
and I jumped onto him and snapped his head back with a fist to his
nose.  I felt the cartilage of his nose crunch on impact, and his
head hit the ground hard.  I grabbed him by the hair to hold him, and
then slipped my index finger through each of his earrings, one at a
time, and yanked them out.  As each earring tore through the flesh of
his ear, he gave out a scream of pain and tried to buck me off.  By
the time I was finished with him, blood was streaming down both sides
of his neck, and the fight had gone out of him.

His screams drew attention, though.  Marcus's brothers, Jerry and
Ev, came running up, with Carl on their heels, and stopped short just
as I was climbing off Jimbo.

"What the hell happened here?" demanded Jerry.

"Your buddies were only trying to rape Micki," I said heatedly.  "I
got here just as they were getting warmed up."

"He's right, Jerry," said Carl.  "I was coming back to get you guys
to try to talk some sense into Jimbo before he made a big mistake.
This kid must have gotten here right after I left."

"I saw you leave.  I thought you were just going to let it happen,"
I said to Carl.  "I wasn't going to just stand by and watch."

Jimbo was sitting on the ground, moaning and pressing his hands to
his damaged ears.  Ev walked over to Steve, who was just beginning
to groan in pain and roll around.  Micki, meanwhile, had managed to
sit up and lean against a log, looking wide-eyed at the scene around
her.

Jerry looked at me, and then extended his hand.  "Thanks, man, for
intervening.  These guys were friends of friends.  I really didn't
know them.  I apologize for this.  Don't worry, Ev and Carl and I
will take care of these pieces of shit now.  Ev?  Grab that sorry
motherfucker and haul him back to the campsite.  Carl, give Jimbo
a hand.  Hey, Jimbo, it looks like your nose is broken.  Does it
hurt, man?"

Jimbo just nodded his head.

"Good," said Jerry disgustedly.  "You will need a reminder of just
how fucking stupid you are."

Jimbo hung his head as Carl reached out to help him stand.  Steve
was on his feet by now, but he was still pretty unsteady, and Ev
was hanging on to him.  They all walked slowly back to their campsite.

Jerry stopped and turned back around.  'I owe you, Ray.  You did
great.  Do you need a hand with her?"  He nodded in Micki's direction.

"No, thanks, I'll take care of her," I said.  I walked over to her
and put my hand out for her to grab, then pulled her up.  She stood
and moved in to give me a tight hug, wrapping her arms around my
waist.  She was shaking and starting to cry, a delayed reaction
brought on, no doubt, by the alcohol in her system and the shock.
I put my arm around her shoulder and guided her back toward my own
campsite.

She didn't say a word as we walked slowly over to my tent, holding
on all the way.  Her head was down, resting against my chest as I
helped her along.

"Where's your tent, Micki?" I asked.

She just shook her head.  I reached down and lifted up her chin to
look at her, and saw her tears tracking down her dirty cheeks.

"Where's your tent?" I asked again.

'I don't have one," she said.  "I wasn't going to stay, but then the
girls I came up here with wanted to leave, and I didn't, so they
left and I stayed."

A dilemma.  But, once you begin an action as a Good Samaritan, you
can't quit halfway through, so I mentally sighed and resigned myself
to finishing this.

"Okay," I said.  You'll stay here.  Here's a towel and some water.
Why don't you clean yourself up a little, then crawl into my sleeping
bag.  I'll wait out here until you're comfortable."  I gently guided
her toward the flap of my tent, then let her stoop down and go in by
herself.

As soon as the flap closed, I heard her call out.  'Ray?  Are you
still there?"

"I'm here, Micki.  I'm not going anywhere.  Just let me know when
you're ready, and I'll come in."

I heard her rustling around for a few minutes, until she finally
called out softly, "Okay, Ray.  I'm ready."

She was bundled up in my sleeping bag as if she were intensely cold,
with only her head showing.  Her eyes were wide and she still had a
frightened look in them as she watched me crawl in.  I lay down on
top of the ground sheet next to her.

"I don't know how to thank you, Ray," she said quietly.  Tears
started leaking from her eyes again, though she wasn't sobbing.

"Hey," I said.  You just got caught up in a situation.  I'm just
glad I came along when I did."

"Me, too," she said.  "God, how could I be so stupid?" she suddenly
wailed, turning away from me.

"Micki, don't beat yourself up over this," I said, putting my hand
on her shoulder.  "Those guys should have known better than to try
to take advantage of you.  You may have been careless, but they were
the ones creating the problem."

She turned back around and wiped her eyes with the palms of her hands.
"Thanks," she said.  "But you really laid into them, didn't you?"

It was my turn to feel embarrassed.  "Yeah, I did, I guess," I said.
"Go to sleep, Micki, and we'll talk about it in the morning, okay?"

I could see her eyes were drooping even as I said it.  She nodded,
then sat up quickly, still clutching the sleeping back tightly to
her, and gave me a kiss on my cheek.  She lay back down and was asleep
in minutes.

I was cold, and the aftermath of the fight contributed to my shivers.
I got out a sweatshirt and put it on, then lay down again and huddled
against the side of the tent and tried to sleep.



When I woke up in the morning, I was cold and stiff.  I rolled over
and looked over at Micki.  She was looking back at me, watching me
quietly.

"Good morning," I said.  "How do you feel?"

"Like shit," she said.  'I've got a headache, and I'm sore all over."

"I'm not surprised," I said.  "You were not in good shape last night.
Let's see if we can get you something to eat.  It'll make you feel
much better."

"Um....I don't have a top to wear.  Mine got all torn up.  I'm not
wearing anything right now," she said.

"Oh," I said.  I had forgotten about her ripped tank top.  "Well,
you can wear one of my t-shirts.  Here," I said as I rummaged
around looking for a shirt for her, "try this one on."

She took it and disappeared into the sleeping bag.  There were
mysterious movements and bulges, then her arms appeared, and she
pushed the sleeping bag down as she wriggled out.

"Thanks, Ray," she said, eyes downcast.  The t-shirt was huge on her.

'Come on, let's find some food," I said, grabbing her hand.

She pulled me back before I could move and looked pleadingly at me.

"Please don't say anything to anybody about what happened last
night," she implored.  "I don't want anybody to know about this.
Please?"

"Okay, Micki," I said.  "Anything you say."

"Do you promise?  I mean it, Ray, no one.  I feel stupid enough
without everyone pointing and snickering at me for the rest of my
life."

"Micki, I don't think it will be as bad as that, but if you insist,
okay.  I promise."  I had no clue at the time just what keeping that
promise would cost me shortly.

I opened the flap of the tent, still holding her hand, and we stepped
out into the sunshine.

Everybody else was already up and around the campsite, tending the
fire or getting ready to cook breakfast.  It was like somebody
yelled "Freeze!"  All seven of them stopped what they were doing and
stared at Micki and me.

I heard Brad say, "Oh, shit," almost at the same time as Allie
whispered to herself, "What is she doing here?"  I mentally kicked
myself.  Fuck me with a baseball bat, I thought, how is this going
to go?

Micki stopped short, still holding on to me, and looked around
nervously.

"Uh," I stammered, "this isn't what it looks like..."

"No?" said Lindsey coldly.  "And just what is it, if it isn't what
it looks like?"

"Ray?" Micki said quietly behind me.  "Maybe I should just go."

"Come on, Lindz, you know me better than that," I pleaded.  "Micki
just...uh..."

"I thought I knew you, Ray," said Lindsey.  "I think I know HER,
too."  Her stare in Micki's direction was decidedly unfriendly.

'Ray?" Micki said, a tremor in her voice.

"Come on, Micki, I'll give you a ride back home," I said roughly.
"Brad, do me a favor, pack up my stuff?  I'll pick it up from you
later."  I whirled and practically pulled Micki off her feet as I
headed for my car.

"Sure, buddy," I heard him call after me.  "I'll call you when I get
back home."

I unlocked the car and opened the door for Micki, then walked around
and got in.  I started it up and spun out of the parking lot onto
the dirt road, fishtailing slightly until the tires gained traction.
I willed my hands to relax on the wheel, and slowed the car down,
and took a couple of deep breaths to calm down.  I glanced over at
Micki, sitting against the door looking at me with sad eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Ray," she said dejectedly.  "I've really messed this
whole weekend up."

I took one more deep breath.  "Not your fault, Micki.  Don't worry
about it.  It's their problem if they read more into a situation
than what's there."

We drove on for a few more minutes in silence.

"So," she said with a rueful smile, "how's your day going so far?"

I goggled at her in shock until the absurdity of the situation struck
me.  I laughed out loud, and so did Micki.  We drove down the dirt
road, weaving back and forth, laughing until we cried.



(Continued in Chapter 9)




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