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THE COMPETITIVE EDGE:
PLAYING THE GAME, BOOK III
by Reverend Cotton Mather
- 6 -
TWO LETTERS
Dearest Sean,
I can't believe it's already the middle of September! Junior year
is going by so fast for me! On the other hand, it seems like a year
since I was able to see you, to feel your presence next to me. I
miss you so much! Christmas is an eternity away!
Homecoming is in about three weeks. Jaimie and I are going to
babysit Kyle so that Stephen and Tara can go to the dance. And
before you even say anything, NO!!! I WON'T go if you're not there
with me. And Jaimie feels the same way, too. Even though Jake is a
lot closer, he still can't come home very often. He's got a game
nearly every weekend, too, so it's hard for him to leave.
Oh, I didn't tell you! Jake is playing rugby instead of football.
He says it's kind of like football, only without pads. He says it's
an English game, or Australian, or something. It sounds too rough to
be English to me. Don't they play, like, cricket, or badminton, or
something? Anyway, rugby sounds kind of rough, but he really likes
it. He can tackle and block like in football. He says it's
especially fun when the field is muddy. Yuck!
My recreational soccer team is doing pretty well. We won our last
two games, and our coach is going to sign us up for that tournament
you took the Warriors to the last couple of years. I hope we do
well! Wish us luck!
I got a fun call yesterday! Since Molly is away at school, and she
knows I'm just sitting at home moping about you being away (just
kidding!) Lori Wilkinson - oops, I mean Lori McMasters! - anyway,
Lori called and asked if I would be their main babysitter. I said I
would, and my first babysitting job for them is this Friday night.
Those boys are so much fun! I'll bet they miss you almost as much as
I do, lover.
Can I confess something to you? God, I hope my mother doesn't find
this before I can mail it. Sometimes, at night, I lie awake and
remember how you touch me. I just can't help it, because I know my
memories are all I have until you come home. Some nights I just
can't sleep, and I run my fingers slowly up and down my thighs,
across my tummy, and around my boobs, trying to tease myself the same
way you like to tease me. My boobs especially are so tender and achy
from wanting to feel your lips on them, I have to pinch my nipples to
give myself some temporary relief. It just isn't the same as when
you do it though, Sean my love. Just the thought of your fingers and
your tongue teasing me, caressing me in the most sensitive of spots,
makes me light-headed.
And the rest of me - oh, Sean, I get so wet just thinking of you as
I lie in my bed, in the dark, with nothing but my pictures of you and
my thoughts of your hands and your kisses. The way you touch me so
lovingly, and yet you can be so hard and forceful when you need to
be, it just makes me weak in the knees even thinking about it now,
here in study hall! What would old Miss Epstein say if she could
read this??
Please don't think I'm evil, Sean, just because I have these funny
thoughts. I knew I would miss you terribly, but I never thought I
would have these physical cravings for you! It's like I have a rash,
and only feeling your naked body on top of mine will cure me. Help,
I think I need a hot injection of Porter Love! *giggle*
Oh my God, I can't believe I actually wrote that! But I won't
scratch it out. No secrets between us, Sean, ever. That's my
promise to you. One of my promises to you.
Write back soon, Sean my love. I miss you, and all that keeps me
going day by day is anticipating getting a letter from you, until I
can hold you in my arms once again, three long months from now!
All my love, forever and forever,
Your Luscious, Kayla
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Dearest Kayla,
I've been so busy, you wouldn't believe it. College is way
different from high school. There's a lot more reading to do, and
writing papers, too. And you have to buy your own books, but I told
you that already. Do you know my books for just my first semester
cost over two hundred dollars? It's a good thing my scholarship
covers my books, too. Anyway, here we are, only about three weeks
into the semester, and I'm already falling behind in my reading.
I went to that Greek Rush party at Bryan's fraternity the other
night. It was kind of interesting. Their fraternity house is really
big, they have a huge room on the first floor with a big-screen
television in it, they have a giant meeting room in the basement, and
they have a horseshoe pit in the back yard. Bryan introduced me to
the president of the fraternity. His name is John Huff, but
everybody calls him Jack behind his back! (It's a joke. Ask Jake to
explain it if you don't get it, ha ha)
I'm pretty sure I'm not going to join, though. I just don't have
time for a fraternity. I barely have time now to do all the stuff
I'm supposed to do (such as write to my girlfriend! ha ha).
My roommate wants to pledge a certain fraternity. From what I
understand, the process is something like this. You go to the
introductory parties and meet the members. That was Monday night.
Then, the fraternity members vote on who they want to invite back.
You choose which fraternities you want to visit a second time from
the list of those who invite you to return, maybe three or four of
them, and you go to a second night of parties.
Don't get me wrong, these aren't wild college parties. They are
kind of formal and fake, like adult cocktail parties. Everybody gets
kind of dressed up, and they stand around with these cheesy smiles on
their faces, and pretend they are really having fun. It's actually
kind of gross, when you think about it. Anyway, you go to the second
night of parties, and then the fraternities meet again, and whittle
down their list again. You can then decide to go to a third round,
and usually you're choosing between two fraternities at this point.
Or sometimes, it's just one that you like that invited you back, so
you just go to that one a third time. After that, the fraternities
vote on whether to invite you to join or not. By the third party,
you should pretty much know if you fit in with the other members or
not. Or you're supposed to, anyway.
Whatever. Anyway, Westy wants to pledge this fraternity. He got
invited back for a second party, and he's really looking forward to
going and talking with the members. He's putting it all on the line
with just this one frat, though. Either he declined the others, or
they declined him, so he's already down to only one choice. I hope
he's not disappointed.
I'm sorry this letter isn't longer, Kay, but I've got to get busy
and hit the books. If I get bad grades, they're going to yank me
from the team, and I can't afford that!
I miss you every day. I'll see you soon!
Love,
Your boyfriend,
Sean
(Continued in Chapter 7)
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