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Subject: {ASSM} Do It {Esmonde Catlett} (MF odd-perspective)
Date: Sun, 19 Jan 2003 19:10:03 -0500
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Do It

a Story by Esmonde Catlett <cgaroqbkk@netlane.com>
Edited by kellis@dhp.com



"Boring," thought Little Tina, sticking her tongue out at the 
world.  She sat on the front porch steps and stared at the rain, 
at the gray sky, the gray street, and the gray house across the 
street.  They'd been in the new house for two days.  Boxes still 
filled every room.

"Gray skies and boxes," she said softly while wrinkling her nose.  
"Yuck!"

After watching the rain form a small gray river on her street, 
she went inside.  Mommy was unpacking the kitchen.  "Oh Tina," 
Mommy said.  "Please play outside; I keep stepping on you."

Dad grumbled from the TV room, "Where is that cable?  Why doesn't 
this plug fit?  It used to fit.  It fit in the old house."

"I think it's time to take a break," said Mommy, studying him 
from the doorway.

His eyes sparkled as he looked up.  "You do?"  He grinned in a 
fierce way that Tina had seen before but never understood.  "How 
about a little house-warming?"

Mommy looked over her shoulder at Tina.  "Stay on the porch for a 
while, will you, dear?"  She went on into the TV room, already 
pushing down her jeans.

Dad was shoving his down also.  Tina turned away.  They did this 
often, always after first ordering her out of the room.  Sometimes 
she stayed to watch a while, peeking around the door.  Dad would 
get between Mommy's legs and pound up and down or back and forth, 
for no good reason that Tina could see, until Dad and sometimes 
Mommy made little screams.  Tina thought the whole procedure 
strange.  At least it didn't seem to hurt them, judging from their
faces afterwards.

This time she returned to the porch and sat at the top of the 
steps.  "Boring," she concluded again.  Watching as the raindrops 
fell, she stuck her tiny pink sneaker out past the safety of the 
roof.

Drip, drip, drip.  In no time at all the shoe was wet.  "Get out 
of those wet clothes!" Mommy always said.  Pulling her foot back, 
she reached down and slipped the shoe off.  She thrust her other 
foot out into the rain, much farther this time.

Drop, drop, drop.  Soon the shoe, sock, and whole leg of her 
pants were wet.  Again she pulled her foot back and slipped off 
shoe and sock.

Getting to her feet, she took one giant step out from under the 
roof.  The runoff from the eaves fell on her head and soaked down 
to her toes.  So off came her shirt.  Off came her soggy blue 
pants.  Off came everything.  The rain was cool on her smooth 
skin.  She whirled around with her arms extended, laughing for 
the freedom of it.

She skipped down the sidewalk and stepped on the soggy grass.  
The river in the street crept into the yard.  She touched the 
muddy water with her big toe.

Dad made a little scream behind her in the TV room.


END

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