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From: b_nyc4 <b_nyc4@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} RP: A Summer to Remember, CH 5, revised
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Date: Tue, 21 Dec 2004 11:10:06 -0500
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Thank you to everyone who wrote me with such kind words of encouragement! I
appreciate every one of you for taking the time to do so.  When I first had
the idea to resurrect this story, I was worried no one would care.  I
realize now that there are a few of you who do.  That's awesome.  What
follows is a revised chapter 5.  I'm still trying to learn how to post
without losing my formatting, so if the following turns out bad, bear with
me.  As I reread and repost my earlier chapters, you can be rest assured
that I'm plotting new ones.  Thanks again!  DISCLAIMER: All character are
fictional and are a product of my imagination.  Any resemblence to actual
persons, dead or alive, is wholly coincidental.  The reader agrees to hold
harmless the author.  This work is copyrighted, 2004.  All rights reserved.

   Chapter 5, revised



   "Hey, Joe, did you get all that?" asked Billy excitedly as he grabbed
Wade by the arm and headed for the bushes.  Wade followed Billy into the
shrub just in time for them to see Joe zip up his pants.  Billy had a clue
as to the reason why, but decided to ask anyway.  "Uh, what's up with the
pants, Joey?"



   "I...  I...  uh...  I had to take a piss."



   "You takin' a piss when you should be takin' pictures?"



   "Yeah, I really had to go bad."



   "I bet.  Mrs.  Myers made me want to piss too.  Strange how a babe can
make a dude want to piss," Billy chuckled.



   Wade was getting impatient, "Can we talk about this later?  What's the
big deal about takin' a piss?  I do it all the time."



   "Yeah," concurred Joe, "Can we drop it?  I had to take a piss, alright,"
and he started making his way out of the bushes.  "Now let's get out of
here."



   "O.k.  o.k.," said Billy and he began to follow him out.  "Wait!  Dude,
where's the camera?" asked Billy in a moment of stark terror.  They were
about to walk out without the most important thing!  They looked back and
saw Wade holding up the camera in one of his big hands.



   "You guys want to take this with you?" Wade asked facetiously.  Wade
couldn't believe how dumb they could be sometimes.  "Hey, what's this goo
on it?  It looks like sploogie." Joe quickly snatched the camera and put it
in his pocket.



   Once they were safely away from the house, they couldn't stop talking
about Mrs.  Myers.



   "Wow, what a body!"



   "Did you see that butt?"



   "Those tits were huge, and they don't sag like your mothers'!"



   "I got to see her bush!"



   "Oh, yeah, I saw her privates!"



   "Yeah, well, I smelled her privates!"



   "You did not."



   "Did too," and on it went, until Billy casually asked the question the
other two really hadn't considered, "I wonder if she'll let us fuck her?"
Silence.  They all stopped breathing at the same moment.



   "I'll get this thing developed today," said Joe.



   "How long does it take?  That's too long." Wade asked and answered
impatiently.



   "I don't know, Wade," Joe replied sarcastically.  "If I don't buy a
comic book we can get it back in an hour."



   Wade let that one pass.  "Let's do it then.  The drugstore is over
there. Let's drop it off right now, wait for it, then go back to Mrs. 
Myers house, and fuck her, and..."



   "I don't think we should do that," Billy interrupted.  "We should wait."



   "What?  Are you out of your mind?!" Wade was incredulous.  "We could be
back at Mrs.  Myers place in no time with our dicks in her!"



   "I'm gonna have to go with Wade on this one," said Joe.



   "We should send them out to get developed," said Billy, while still
trying to formulate his thoughts.



   "Out?  What are you talking about?  What do you mean 'out'?" Wade was
getting frustrated.



   "I don't want the dude at the drugstore to have the pictures," Billy
continued.  "He'll keep a set of negatives for himself for sure.  Wouldn't
you?  And what if he knows Mrs.  Myers?  Like, what if she goes there a
lot, like she probably does 'cause there's no other drugstore around here
for miles.  Pretty soon everyone who works there will know about them, and
Mrs.  Myers is bound to find out sooner or later.  If those pictures get
out, what's left for us to use on her?  It'll all be over.  Don't forget,
we're in the pictures too.  What if she then decides to move out of the
neighborhood, the state even?  See what I'm getting at?  We need to keep
this thing our little secret.  We need to send the camera away to get
developed where no one knows who Mrs.  Myers is."



   Joe and Wade thought about what Billy just said.  He makes a lot of
sense, thought Joe.  What if someone else tries to blackmail her too!  This
notion made him mad.  Damn it, Mrs.  Myers is ours!  He began to think
about what to do.



   "It says here we can get the pictures on CD-ROM if we send this to their
main lab in Houston," said Joe while reading the back of the box.  "It'll
take about 10 days to get it back, but if we ship it by Fed Ex, we can get
it back in three."



   "That's what we should do then," said Billy.  "Who cares if some putz in
Houston jerks off on her pictures?  At least no one here in Springfield
will--except us of course, right Joe?" Joe started to blush.



   "Are you sure we can't send it someplace closer?" asked Wade.







   Chloe was in a peculiar state of mind.  After her shower, she put on
some baggy sweats and a large sweatshirt and settled down with a bottle of
wine.  She just called Steve and begged him to come home.  She didn't say
why, only that she needed him.  He said he would be home as soon as
possible.  She desperately needed someone to hold her, to comfort her, to
make her feel safe again.  She also needed sex.



   How did your day get so messed up?  she asked herself as she waited. 
All she wanted to do was make passionate love to her husband.  Instead her
plans got totally perverted.  Today, after almost being raped, she had been
forced to strip in front of two former students.  They weren't even adults,
they were boys no older than 14.  How did they get me to do that?  Why did
I go through with it?  Am I a pedophile like that teacher in Washington? 
I'll probably be in their wet dreams for years.  She had to chuckle at the
last thought and then took a large gulp of wine.



   As awful as it was, she realized, at least it was over.  They wouldn't
be in her grade next year, and if they came over to the house again, she
would kick them out.  If they threatened to go public, she would simply
deny it as a figment of their overeager imaginations.  If they threatened
to tell Steve, she would tell him the truth.  She could deal with the
truth, however painful it might play out, but she could not endure another
episode of what she was made to do today--the way they looked at her, the
way they stared right at her pussy and her nipples, the way they made her
reveal herself to them.  No.  She would call their bluff and put an end to
their little game.  Her mind was made up.  She let out a big sigh of relief
and drank some more wine, a sip this time.  "Why didn't I think of this
sooner?" she scolded herself.







   Hours passed.  Where is he?  Chloe wondered impatiently.  Now that her
mind was relieved of some of its burden, her thoughts turned to sex. 
Despite all the horrors she went through this afternoon, it was still the
closest she came to getting laid in over a month.  She needed it and she
needed it bad.  Doing a striptease might even be nice, she thought, but
only if I could do it my way, in front of my husband, while I'm in control.
She was making herself excited and wondered again where Steve was.  Why is
he never here when I need him?  she thought.  She took another sip.



   Without realizing it, Chloe finished the whole bottle of wine while
waiting.  Steve came home that night, but not until late.  He went into the
living room to find Chloe passed out on the couch.  In one hand dangled an
empty bottle while the other was down the front of her pants.  What a hot
little gal, he thought.  Now I know why she wanted me to come home so
badly.



   He gently pulled her hand out from between her thighs and smelled it. 
It was intoxicating.  She smelled so musky, so sweet, so feminine.  He
licked a glistening finger hoping she would wake up.  She didn't.  He
lifted her up and put her to bed.







   When Chloe woke up the next morning, Steve had already gone.  Again, she
wasn't as upset as she was disappointed.  Steve called later that afternoon
and sensed the same thing.  It made it harder for him to tell her that he
only had time to go to baseball practice tonight and that he would have to
go right back to the office.



   "Hey, why don't you come to baseball practice, honey?" Steve asked
enthusiastically.  "I'm sure the team would like to see you."



   Chloe's face got red.  I'm sure they would, she thought.  "Uh, that's
o.k.  I think I'll stay home."



   "Honey, are you sure?  I think some of your old students are on the
team? I think some of them even have a crush on you.  It'd be such a nice
treat, you'd really make their day."



   If I treated them anymore, she thought, I'd have to give them a blowjob.
Yuck!  What an awful idea!  "No.  I'm very sure, Steve.  I don't want to go
to baseball practice."



   "Oh, o.k.  It's just that I have a crush on you too and wanted to see
you," Steve said in a hurt voice.  Chloe's heart broke.  This hurt.  He
sounded really dejected, and she wanted to be with him more than anything,
but there was no way she could face those two boys again--not now anyway.
Subconsciously, she turned her frustration to anger.



   "You had your chance last night to see me, and the night before that,
and the night before that!  But you didn't.  If you want to see me tonight,
you come home after practice.  It's up to you," and she hung up the phone.
Wow, I am such a bitch, and I didn't even mean to be.  It's not his fault
they're making him work so much.  One more thing to add to the list of
marriage breakers, she thought--number nine on the list will read, 'be a
bitch to husband when he's trying to be sweet.' That will follow number
eight, of course, which is, 'Fool around with the UPS guy when husband is
at work.'



   "I'm glad you still have a sense of humor, kid," she said to herself out
loud.  She slumped on the bed and pulled up the covers.  What else can go
wrong in my life?  she wondered.



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