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The following is a work of fiction and is just a fantasy.
Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely
coincidental and entirely unintentional.  There may be
references to people in a historical context, but they are
not really characters in this story.

This is a story that describes sexually explicit situations
in a fictional universe that only vaguely seems similar to
the one we live in.  Most of the characters in this story are
under aged.  However, the target audience is adults (people
over the age of eighteen) with broad minds.

* * *

This is a sequel to the story "Lucky Tickets," and as such,
you may want to read that story first to get a better
introduction to the characters present in both stories.  Like
a lot of sequels, it's not really meant to be read out of
order.

* * *

Chapter 37--Sherry's Dilemma

        Cause I'm
        Gonna make you see,
        There's nobody else here,
        No one like me.
        I'm special, (special!)
        So special.
        I gotta have some of your attention.
        Give it to me!
                -- Brass In Pocket (The Pretenders)


    The second day of school was much like the first day,
except that there were jazz band tryouts after school.

    As I had feared, quite a lot of students wanted to be in
the jazz band, especially as people remembered how popular it
was when we performed last year.

    I talked with Mr. Proilet in sixth period Music Theory
class about my reservations of having so many people attend.
I admitted my biggest fear.  "I'm not sure that I could turn
anybody down."

    Mr. Proilet smiled at me, and said, "Well, if you truly
want to play jazz, then the students will have to learn to
improv.  Even if they aren't great at it, you can still work
at it.  You don't have to just have the best musicians if
what they want to do is appreciate the music!"

    "Hmm," I pondered.  My teacher did have a point there.
Why have a jazz band in a school if you didn't want to teach
anybody anything?

    I thanked Mr. Proilet for the advice, and he got on with
the class.

    Of course, Music Theory was something that I had taken at
the local community college during the first couple of months
of the summer, and what Mr. Proilet was teaching was much
more of an introduction to the more interesting concepts that
I already knew.

    My teacher didn't bore me, however.  He showed the class
a long chart showing different musical concepts, from
listening to music, learning how to read music, to writing
harmonies, chords, arranging and transposition, to scoring
simple music to scoring symphonies.

    "This chart is intended to be inclusive.  There will be
things here that everybody in this class will want to
learn--even Mr. Crittenhouse over there."

    There was general amusement at Mr. Proilet's remark,
which had the effect of loosening up the students who didn't
know what to make of me in the class.

    "What I would like to do with each and every one of you
is to figure out where you are on this chart, and decide what
it is that you'd like to learn about music over the next
semester.  Set your own pace and let me know your goals, and
I'll work with you on what is a realistic goal.  You will be
marked according to your own goals and how close you come to
reaching them.  If you love music, you'll find this a fun
course.  You're not competing with each other, but attempting
to learn something useful."

    I felt good about the way Mr. Proilet decided to grade
the course.  While taking those college courses over the
summer, I learned a new concept that I hadn't heard before.
It was something called a "bell curve." It was some sort of
chart that meant that a few people got the 4.0's and 0.0's,
more people got the 1.0 and 3.0s, and most people got the 2.0
scores.  (At least, that was how I understood it at that
time.) It seems that some college professors are keen to
ensure that the marks that they give all fit into that nice
bubble.  Of course, that didn't really take into
consideration if you had, say, a class full of extremely
gifted students.

    Anyway, it was obvious that Mr. Proilet had no intention
of teaching his theory class that way, and that made me feel
pretty good.  There were things on his chart that were beyond
my own capabilities such as writing my own melodies, and this
would be a good time for us to work together on such things.
In addition, I knew that there were some people that probably
appreciated that they wouldn't be competing with me.

    "Music isn't a sport," Mr. Proilet explained.  "It's not
a competition.  The idea in this class is to learn about
music--whether you want to simply figure out why you like
certain music you hear on the radio, or to figure out if you
would like to be the next musical director of the Chicago
Symphony--although I don't think Sir Georg Solti is going to
give up the position any time soon!"

    After school, I walked back to the music room to prepare
for the jazz band.  My heart skipped a beat when I saw my
beloved Kristen in the band room.  I actually stopped in my
tracks, causing my friend Roy to accidentally bump into me at
the doorway.

    "What's wrong, Jim?" Roy asked.

    "Hmm?" I asked, puzzled.  I then realized that Roy had
bumped into me, and the two of us were blocking the door.
"Oh!  I just saw Kristen and..."

    "Huh?" Roy looked puzzled.  "You see her every night!"

    I wasn't sure at that time why I had reacted that way,
but thinking about it later I realized what it was.  When the
cheerleaders were initiating Merry--and me!--I had been
sitting in the band room.  During that time, I saw close to
two dozen cheerleaders, a few of them close friends.  Since I
came back to school the day before, I was in the same room
during concert band and music theory--twice each day.

    Seeing Kristen there made me feel like I was home again.
It wasn't like I was at the apartment, but rather it was a
feeling that everything was perfect in the world.

    "That girl is the reason I'm here, Roy," I said softly.

    Roy looked from me to Kristen and back.  "I thought it
would have gone by now, Jim.  That silly look you have on
your face when you and Kristen are together... it's real,
isn't it?"

    I sighed and smiled at my friend.  "I'm the luckiest guy
on the face of the earth."

    This earned me a chuckle from Roy.  "You've got it bad,
friend.  I envy you."

* * *

    For the jazz band, I asked the returning members of the
jazz band to play a simple rock riff in B-flat, F, and
E-flat, eight bars each.  I banged it out on the piano first,
just playing the chords without any melody, and then one by
one, I pointed to a group of students to join in, again, not
playing any melody but simply letting them get the feel of
the chords.  I turned to Amy and had her take over the piano
and I took my place at the podium.

    After a couple of choruses, I pointed to Amy and held up
my hand, indicating that she'd play a quick 4-bar solo at the
next go round, and then quickly added other players to the
list, giving each of them four bars.  I ended with Roy and
then the drummer, who wasn't a returning jazz band member,
but I knew him to be a pretty competent player.

    Roy looked bemused and did a bit of a scat solo, which
amused the people who weren't playing.  After the drum solo,
the group ended on the rock riff.

    "That's what we do," I told the students that were
assembled.  "We play, we have fun, and we improvise.  We're
first going to learn some basic chord progressions, and then
we'll put them into tunes.  You won't be forced to take solos
if you feel uncomfortable doing them; just let me know and I
won't call on you.  However, this is a jazz band, and
improvisation is an important part of jazz.  If you need
help, let me know and I'll see what I can do to help you.
Jazz isn't something easily learned--you need to have a feel
for it.  Anyway, if you need help, just let me or Kristen
know."

    At the mention of my muse, the entire band turned around
to where Kris was standing at Mr. Proilet's electric keyboard
which was set up next to the upright piano that Amy was
playing.  I was surprised, as it seemed as if Kristen was
going to play, but she instead led a sophomore that I had not
yet met toward the chair and put the headphones on her.

    It was apparent that Kristen hadn't heard me introduce
her, so I cleared my throat for everybody else's attention to
come back to the front of the room.

    There were some people who I didn't know, and I had
everybody introduce themselves to the group.  We had a half
dozen people from the chorus, and I nodded them toward Roy
and Stacey, two wonderful vocalists that I hoped would be
able to give special attention to anybody who needed it.

    We had three people with electric guitars, but only one
amplifier, so I told them to take turns until we could get
additional equipment set up over the next few weeks.

    Megan Gallagher was in attendance.  She played flute
better than just about anybody I ever heard.  She played
_Colour My World_ during the Spring concert, which is an easy
flute number, but she did it with such finesse that the only
way to describe it was sheer beauty.  I put her at the head
of the flute section (flute "choir" she'd later correct me).

    Likewise, I separated the band into different sections.
We had more than enough members of the brass section, and I
hoped that we wouldn't be too overpowered in that section.  I
chose leaders for each section, giving them the
responsibility to help their members in the event that
Kristen or I were doing other things.

    We didn't play much during that first rehearsal, but
after our hour and a half was over, everybody seemed to have
a good feeling about the band.

    I did take some extra time with a couple of baritone
saxes and gave them some handwritten music to practice.
After a few minutes--the arrangement was quite simple,
actually--I had one of the sound people record them playing
the arrangement.  I told them that this wasn't going to be
for the band, but for something I was working on.  They all
enthusiastically agreed to let me record them.

* * *

    At the end of the rehearsal, Mr. Harris came over to me.
"Interesting teaching technique."

    "Huh?" I was confused.

    "I was wondering how you were going to handle the group,"
Mr. Harris said.  "You started with a simple demo, then
partitioned the group into smaller groups with strong
leaders."

    I shrugged.  "Oh, that's how Mr. Proilet does it, I
think."

    Roger Harris shook his head.  "I was here yesterday, and
he didn't do that.  At least, he didn't do it as effortlessly
as you seemed to be able to do it."

    I think I was blushing from the attention, and Mr. Harris
gave me a reprieve.  "Jean said that you were talented, and
it's obvious that he wasn't lying.  You'll go very far in
this field, Mr. Crittenhouse."

    Mr. Harris walked away as I shook my head at his words.

    As I approached my muse, Kristen looked up from her quiet
huddle with the younger girl that she had been whispering to
all during the rehearsal.  During rehearsal, the two girls
were so rapt in what they were doing that I decided not to
interrupt.

    "The rehearsal's over?" Kristen asked, a bit confused.

    "It's 3:45," I said, looking up at the clock.

    "Oh!" Kristen suddenly realized that she had lost track
of the time.  "I'm sorry, I was supposed to help you."

    I looked at the sophomore that Kristen had been working
with, and Kristen saw my glance and said, "Jim, this is Tina
Grant.  She's Amy's sister."

    I smiled and offered my hand to Tina, but she pulled
herself behind Kristen as if she were a shrinking violet.  I
saw her reaction and I pulled back, not wanting to scare the
young girl.

    After a few seconds of awkward silence, I said, "It's
nice to have you in the band, Tina.  I can see you've made
friends with Kris!"

    Tina didn't say anything, but continued to cower behind
Kristen.  If I thought that Amy was shy, Tina had her beat by
a long shot.

    I turned from the electric piano and said "Hello!" to Amy.

    "My sister's shy," Amy said, stating the obvious.

    I simply nodded in agreement, and Amy said good-bye to
Kristen and me and left with her sister.

    "Really shy girl," I noted to Kristen as I watched them
leave.

    "Amy was like that last year," Kristen said, nodding.

    I kissed Kristen, and got an erection special in return.

    "How was your day, Oogie?"

    "Great, now that you're here."

    "I hear that you're the star attraction for all the
cheerleaders."

    I gave Kristen a sour look.  "You know that isn't
important to me, Goddess."

    Kristen kissed me again, and said, "I know.  I was just
teasing you.  Sherry said that you would be popular."

    The mention of Sherry's name made me frown a bit.
"Sherry acted weird with me today."

    "What do you mean?" Kristen asked.

    "Well, she usually says 'Hi!' and stuff to me.  Today, in
the cafeteria, she didn't say much.  When I saw her in
American History, she seemed to avoid me.  Yesterday, she was
sitting next to me in that class."

    "Aww, poor picked on Oogie.  One cheerleader doesn't fawn
all over you..."

    I quieted Kristen with another kiss.

* * *

    On my way from the school to the parking lot, I had
Kristen close by my side.  I saw Sherry standing in the
parking lot, looking quite nervous.

    "Hey, Sherry!  What's up?" I asked.

    Sherry glanced at Kristen before answering me.  "We need
to talk."

    "About what?"

    "We need to talk privately." Sherry looked very nervous.

    Lynette, who had been with Sherry, shrugged at me.  I
turned to Kristen, who nodded to me.

    "Can we go somewhere private?" Sherry asked me.  "Lynette
said she'd wait to bring your sister and me home."

    I was mystified by Sherry's behavior.  Lynette didn't
seem to know what was on Sherry's mind, but didn't seem
nervous at all.  "Do you mind, Kris?" I asked my Goddess.

    "I don't mind.  Lynette, Merry, and I will wait while you
two do whatever you need to do."

    Kristen's response actually seemed to embarrass Sherry,
who turned quite red.  Nevertheless, she took my hand and led
me back to the school.

    "What's up, Sherry?" I asked when we were alone.

    "I'm not sure, but I know I don't like it."

    We were now in the school, and we were heading toward the
gym.  "Where are we going?" I asked.

    Sherry didn't answer, but took my arm and kept walking
with a determination.

    It didn't take me long to notice our destination: the
girls' locker room.

    "Wait, Sherry," I protested.  "I can't go in here!"

    "The rest of the cheerleaders have left and Mrs. D. is
gone as well.  We're safe."

    "Why are we going in the locker room?"

    "I don't want to get undressed anywhere else."

    Whoa!  Sherry was going to get undressed?  I immediately
stopped, which caused Sherry to stop, since she still had my
arm.

    "What the fuck is going on?" I demanded.

    Sherry sighed and looked around.  There was nobody else
nearby.

    "Jim, I have this overpowering compulsion to strip in
front of you.  I'm not sure where it came from, but I felt it
ever since June said what she did at lunch."

    Huh?  I tried to think of the conversation back at lunch.
"June?  What did she say?"

    "She mentioned that your birthday is a week from today.
I knew it was this month, but I forgot when.  Ever since June
said that, I've... um..." Sherry stopped talking and seemed
at a loss for words.

    "What are you talking about?"

    Once again, Sherry looked up and down the hallway.
"Can't we go into the locker room and sit down?"

    I sighed.  "Do you promise not to get undressed?"

    Sherry started shaking her head, but caught herself.  "I
promise to tell you everything I know, and then we can
discuss it.  I'm not really sure what's going on."

    I had a sneaking suspicion where Sherry's reaction was
coming from.  The only time I knew that people were doing
things for which they had no idea why they were doing them
was when they were under the influence of my tickets.  It was
only about six months earlier that I found Sherry performing
oral sex with Tim Hawking.  I needed to find out what was
wrong with Sherry.  Did somebody else have possession of the
tickets?  Didn't my request that Sherry not accept a ticket
from anybody else still hold?

    I reluctantly entered the girls' locker room.  Once
again, I noticed the vast difference about the sweet smells
of the girls' locker room compared with odors of sweat and
socks of the boys' locker room.

    Sherry started to lift up her shirt, but stopped when she
saw my look of shock.

    "I'm sorry, Jim.  I don't understand this.  Can I tell
you what I do know?"

    "Please, Sherry."

    "Do you remember that... um... request that I made of you
last school year?"

    "Which one?" I could think of a couple of embarrassing
things that Sherry had asked me last year, including helping
her "study" for World History and trying to seduce me, and
then her request that came from Tim Hawking.

    "Um, you know..." Sherry turned bright red.

    I sighed.  "The one where you had to practice something?"
I was hoping to avoid the shame and embarrassment that Sherry
felt back then.

    "Um... yeah.  This feels very much like that.  I sort of
remember, um... Tim telling me about his birthday, and that I
was going to have to... um..."

    I waited for Sherry to continue.  She was still blushing.

    Sherry sighed and said, "Shit!  Um, I had to um... blow
him... every day for two weeks right before I gave him my
virginity on his birthday."

    I was shocked.  "What the fuck?"

    "He told me, and when he did, I realized that I was going
to do it.  Just like that."

    "You slept with Tim Hawking?" I asked, surprised out of
my mind.

    "No!" Sherry insisted.  "I didn't sleep with him.  But
when he told me, I sort of knew that I was going to.  I was
dreading every day.  Then, when his birthday got close, I
realized that I didn't feel like I had to... you know... suck
him.  His birthday came and went..."

    "So you didn't sleep with him." For some reason, the idea
of Sherry sleeping with anybody was unsettling to me.

    "No. However, this afternoon, when June mentioned your
birthday, it all came back to me... I mean... like before
when I felt like I was compelled to do it with Tim, but now I
feel that I have to do it with you.  Oh, shit!  I'm starting
to sound like I'm cracking up!"

    Oh, shit.  I remembered that Camille told me that
whatever power her sister had over her sort of transferred to
me when I got the tickets.  Was this the same thing?  I
caused Tim's tickets to disappear, so could it be that any
wish he made prior to that might transfer to me?

    Once again I sighed.  "What if I don't want you to... you
know... do it to me?"

    Sherry shrugged and furrowed her brow.  She closed her
eyes and said, "I don't know.  Somehow, I feel like I would
have to tackle you and pin you if necessary.  I know... I
know I sound like a lunatic, but this is serious!"

    Sherry was smaller than me, but she was athletic and I
wasn't.  I wasn't sure she could do what she threatened, but
I didn't want to take that chance.

    "What if I suggested we do it elsewhere?"

    Sherry shrugged.  "Like where?"

    "Sherry, you know how important Kristen is to me.  I
don't go around fucking girls left and right."

    "Bullshit!  You sleep with June."

    I shook my head emphatically.  "I told you, I never did
that with her.  June is still a virgin and intends to remain
one until she marries Archy."

    Sherry looked angry.  "You sleep with Lynette, too.  You
also told me you were with Camille and Patty.  That's four
girls, not including Kristen!  People saw you fuck Camille at
the senior weekend last year.  They heard the four of you at
night..."

    I didn't want to get into a discussion of the various
relationships that I had with these people.  They weren't
Sherry's business!  I decided to change tactic.  "Sherry, you
told me that you tried to trap me last year and that you
wouldn't do that again.  What about your promise?"

    Sherry didn't have an answer for that.

    If Sherry was obligated to blow me thanks to a ticket,
then there were going to be some problems.  It wasn't that I
didn't like her, but the fact that she didn't seem to have
any say in it made me feel that this was something akin to
rape.  There was also the problem of her giving up her
virginity next Thursday.  Kristen and I had sort of made
plans.

    I turned to Sherry and asked, "Can you hold off for a
bit?  I need to talk with Kristen.  I won't do anything with
anybody else without her consent."

    Sherry reddened, but nodded.  "All right.  That means
that Lynette will have to drive me to your place."

    Lynette was going to be a problem.  June had already left
to go to her own home tonight and wasn't due at the apartment
until Friday after school.

    "Can you tell me exactly what Tim told you that you had
to do?"

    Sherry furrowed her brow again, and closed her eyes.
After a couple of minutes, she shook her head.  "I can see
him talking, and I know something about what he said.  I just
can't remember the words... I really can't remember him
actually saying it, but I know what he, um... wanted.  I'm
really starting to sound like I'm psychotic!"

    I tenderly gave Sherry my hand.  "Let's go back to the
parking lot.  I have a lot to think about."

    "Jim, you can't tell anybody about this!  I mean... it's
not just embarrassing it's... you know... I can't tell
anybody, although I can somehow tell you..."

    I nodded at Sherry.  "I understand, Sherry.  I really
do." I already experienced some people not able to talk about
the tickets.  Camille on the phone, now that she was on the
East Coast was a particularly maddening situation.  For some
reason, she could never talk about the tickets over the
phone, a situation that frustrated both of us.

    Sherry took my hand and pulled herself up.  She continued
her motion toward me, surprising me, until her lips met mine.
"Thanks, Jim.  You've been very understanding."

    The kiss that Sherry gave me was quite unlike any other
that she ever gave me, even when she had attempted to trap me
a year earlier.  She seemed to know the secret to Kristen's
and Camille's kisses, since my cock hardened in response.

    "Come on, let's go," I said, taking Sherry with me out of
the locker room.

* * *

    Back in the parking lot, I told Kristen and Lynette that
Sherry would be visiting with us at the apartment tonight,
and I asked Lynette if she could bring Sherry over after
dropping Merry off.

    Lynette looked a bit surprised, but nodded after looking
first at Kristen.  "Of course, Jim."

    I exchanged a look with Kristen that she wisely
understood to mean that I would explain it to her privately.

    I watched Sherry and my sister get into Lynette's car and
I entered Kristen's Camaro.

    "What's up with Sherry?" Kristen immediately asked.

    "Remember Tim Hawking and the tickets?" I asked.

    I saw anger cloud Kristen's face as she remembered the
incident from last winter.  "Yeah.  What a creep!"

    "His tickets are still causing problems."

    "How so?" Kristen asked.  "I saw you make them disappear.
You never told me how you did that, by the way.  How did you
make them go?"

    I didn't answer Kristen's question.  "Sherry's still
compelled to follow his orders, except now she's following
them as if I had given them to her."

    Kristen looked confused.  "Huh?"

    "I thought that making his tickets disappear would break
the spell on the cheerleaders.  It seemed to work, except
that Sherry seems to be forced to follow his orders with me
now."

    "What orders?" Kristen asked, her eyes narrowing.

    "Sexual ones, apparently.  He seems to have given her an
order to carry out on his birthday.  Sherry found out that my
birthday is a week from today, and she now feels compelled
to... you know...!"

    "She ain't fucking you!"

    "What am I going to do?" I said.

    "You keep your dick in your pants.  That's what you're
going to do."

    "Sherry was ready to rape me," I explained.  "I put her
off until I could talk with you about it."

    "Patty says that if you fuck her, you'll spoil her for
any other guy."

    I sighed.  "Yeah.  I kept thinking about how Patty said
that, but it can't be true.  I can't be that devastating,
though.  I mean, no guy has that much sexual power.  I'm a
normal..."

    "I know how devastating you are," Kristen pointed out.
"Why do you think I suck you every morning?"

    "Can't you see it's the same with Sherry?"

    "No. It's not the same.  She loves you."

    "But..." It suddenly hit me what Kristen just said.
"What did you say?  You don't love me?"

    Kristen didn't immediately answer me, but kept her eyes
in front of her, pretending to be intent on her driving.
"That's not what I meant," she finally said.

    "Kristen, you can purchase a million dollars worth of
chocolate peanuts and never see me again!  I thought you
preferred being with me!"

    Kristen again was silent.

    I decided that I should change the subject.  "I wasn't
the person responsible for making Sherry compelled to be with
me."

    We entered the entrance to Kristen's family estate, and
the gates opened up as we approached.  Kristen continued
driving until we got to the apartment and stopped the engine.

    "All right.  I believe you when you say you didn't cause
her predicament.  I also understand what she's going through.
You did cause my predicament, even though I forgave you.
What I meant before is that when you forced me to suck you, I
didn't love you then.  I hated you, in fact, for making me do
all those debasing things in front of the girls.  I've
thought about this quite a lot since then.  It took me a
while and a heart to heart talk with Patty before I decided
that you didn't rape me.  I now know that, once you realized
that you stepped over the line, you did make it better, which
is why I can forgive you.  I'm sorry if I insinuated..."

    I interrupted Kristen with a kiss.  "That's all right,
Kris.  I understand."

    "What did Sherry tell you she needed to do with you?"
Kristen asked.

    "She has to blow me every day for two weeks until my
birthday, when she gives me her virginity."

    Kristen shook her head.  "Your birthday is next week."

    "I know that.  Sherry didn't know that until June
mentioned it at lunch."

    Kristen nodded and started walking into the apartment.

    I looked back down the driveway, but Lynette wasn't to be
found.  I wondered where the two girls were, but after a
moment of not seeing them, I followed Kristen inside.

    As I entered the living room, I saw that Kristen was on
the phone.  "Yes.  It's an emergency... thanks." She hung up.

    "Who was that?" I asked.

    "Patty.  She's working nights this weekend, but she has
tonight off so she's coming here.  I'll think of something to
get rid of Lynette.  She doesn't know about the tickets, and
I don't want her finding out about them."

    "How will you get rid of her?"

    Kristen smiled and picked up the phone book.  She turned
to the Yellow Pages and started looking for beauty salons.
She dialed a number, and asked for some person by name.

    I watched Kristen on the phone.  She was setting up
Lynette to get a full beauty salon treatment, including her
hair, fingernails, toenails, and even a masseuse.  She gave
her American Express number over the phone, and told them to
add a hundred dollar tip.

    After Kristen hung up, I said, "A hundred dollars?"

    "They're staying open late to do all that for Lynette."

    "Oh."

    While we waited for Lynette and Sherry to arrive, I told
Kristen exactly what transpired with Sherry earlier.  I even
admitted that I went into the girls' locker room with her.

    Kristen looked thoughtful.  "So you don't know everything
that Sherry is compelled to do for you, do you?"

    "What do you mean?" I asked.

    "You said that when you asked, Sherry told you what she
was to do before and during your birthday.  Is there anything
else?"

    "I'm not sure.  Maybe I could give her a ticket to find
out."

    "You need to be careful with those things!"

    I frowned.  "You don't have to remind me of that!"

    We were surprised when the intercom buzzed announcing
Patty at the gate.

    "Send her in," Kristen said.

    "I wonder where the other two girls are."

    Kristen shrugged.  "Sherry probably had to go to her
parents to get permission to come over here."

    "That makes sense."

    "I hope Lynette gets here soon.  The beauty parlor is
expecting her at 5 o'clock."

    Patty arrived looking concerned.  "What's up, guys?"

    "Ticket problems."

    Patty shook her head and uttered a single word.  "Shit."

    "It's Sherry this time."

    "Sherry found tickets, or you gave one to Sherry and it
backfired again?"

    Patty's thought that I'd abuse those tickets again
actually stung.  I kept my feelings neutral, saying,
"Neither.  Remember Tim Hawking?  He gave her commands that
she now feels compelled to follow with me."

    Patty looked confused, so I repeated the story I had just
told Kristen to Patty.  Patty asked a couple of astute
questions, and also noticed that there may be other commands
that Sherry didn't mention.

    "Sherry didn't mention the tickets outright?" Patty asked.

    "No. She said she was confused why she followed Tim's
orders, and more confused that she's following them with me."

    Patty nodded.  "I think I might be a bit sensitive to
them.  Kristen, you didn't know about the tickets until he
told you to remember about them, right?"

    Kristen nodded.

    Patty continued, "I think Camille was also sensitive to
them, because she didn't act exactly the same as Wendy and I
did.  Wendy never seemed to notice the tickets, either.
Those things are weird, and it appears that they are very
tricky indeed."

    Kristen and I nodded.

    "Can you excuse me?" Patty asked.  "I need to go to the
bathroom."

    "Sure," Kristen and I said together.

    A few minutes after Patty left, Lynette and Sherry
appeared in the doorway.

    Kristen and I welcomed the two girls and directed Sherry
to one of the love seats.

    "Lynette, I have a surprise for you.  Renee at the salon
has a full workout planned for you at five."

    "That place closes at five!"

    "I know.  They're staying open late just for me.  Call us
from the salon when Renee is done, and we'll meet you at
Vaughn's."

    Lynette looked at her watch and realized that she needed
to leave.  "If you insist, Kris.  I don't really need..."

    "Please do it for me," Kristen asked, gently.

    I've noticed something about Lynette since she moved in.
Any request from Kristen was an order to Lynette.  "Of
course," Lynette said.

    Despite the fact that Lynette was not our slave any more,
it was obvious that she still did Kristen's bidding with few
questions.  There was still the fact that she didn't like
Kristen lavishing money on her, though.  I knew that was why
she initially resisted, but a second request from Kristen
cleared that up.  Kristen wanted something and Lynette wasn't
going to disobey her.

    After Lynette left, Sherry immediately spoke up.  It was
apparent that she had been debating what she was going to
say.  "Kristen, I first want to apologize to you.  I'm not
sure if Jim told you what I told him, and even if he did, I
know that it's going to be hard for you to understand.  I
promise you that I'm not trying to trap Jim again.  I think I
might be going crazy."

    Kristen nodded.

    We heard the toilet flush, and a few moments later, Patty
emerged from the bathroom.

    Sherry immediately blushed when she realized that she
wasn't alone with Kristen and me.

    "Sherry, you remember Patty."

    Sherry nodded, and Patty gave her a warm smile.

    I realized that I needed to get my tickets, so I went to
my room and pulled a ticket off the roll.  I came out, and
saw that Patty was sitting next to Sherry on the love seat.
Kristen was sitting on her favorite recliner.

    I moved over to Sherry and said, "Here.  Take a ticket."

    "You have one wish."

    Hearing that phrase made my skin crawl as I realized how
many times I botched situations using those tickets.  At the
same time, I felt my dick became erect.  I'm not sure what
caused that, because I definitely wasn't feeling amorous.
Those tickets scared the shit out of me!

    I focused on the matter at hand.  "Sherry, you will
answer every question that I or my friends ask, but not have
any recollection of our conversation.  This expires when I
say, 'Truth serum off.'"

    "Your wish is my command."

    Good.  One ticket used and I didn't make her my slave.  I
had been thinking about that quite a lot lately.  I think I
would have to talk with Patty about that worry some other
time.

    "Sherry, can you tell me what commands Tim Hawking gave
you when you were under his spell?"

    "Yes.  First, he made me come into the boys' bathroom,
pull down the top of my dress and remove my bra.  He then
started groping my breasts while telling me how tiny they
were.  He then reached under my dress and pulled down my
panties and made me hold my dress up over my face while he
fondled me roughly.  After that, he sat on the toilet and
made me suck him.  He told me that I would get no enjoyment
from him unless he humiliated me.  Next, he told me to
practice giving blow jobs and to be ready for him the
following Saturday at Jackie's house.  Later on that same
day, he found me, and told me that his birthday was two weeks
from the following Monday, and that starting that Monday, I
was to find him and give him a blow job every day.  On his
birthday, I was to appear at his house after school and be
prepared to give up my virginity."

    "Those were all the commands he gave you?" Patty asked.

    "Yes," Sherry said, her voice still a monotone.

    Patty thought for a moment.  "He told you to be prepared
to give up your virginity.  He didn't tell you to actually
give it up, did he?"

    Both Kristen and I looked at Patty as we realized that
she had cleverly found a loophole.

    "That is correct."

    "So, if you come over here on Jim's birthday, you will be
ready to give up your virginity, but Jim doesn't have to
actually take it."

    There was a slight pause.  "You are correct."

    Kristen and I let out a sigh of relief.  That was one
major obstacle out of the way.

    "Is there anything else we should know?" Patty asked.

    "Yes.  With Tim, I've been dreading doing anything with
him.  I didn't like him one bit, and he scared me.  He
humiliated me, and I was sure that he was going to invite
some of his dorky friends over to his house on his birthday.
I overheard him telling his friends that he was going to have
a hot cheerleader give it up to him and then she would do it
with whoever is watching.  Tim knew I overheard him, and I
was quite embarrassed.  His command, however, made me horny
and I became even more ashamed after that.  I ran to get away
from him."

    Patty shook her head.  "Dear, I know what it's like to be
betrayed like that."

    Sherry continued.  "Today, however, I felt different.  I
mean, I have wanted Jim for years.  I knew that he does
things with others, and I figured that I could find out from
June how I could get to be with him.  I really want him to
take my virginity."

    "Shit!" Kristen said.

    My heart sank as well.

    Patty continued her questioning.  "You are compelled to
suck Jim.  Wouldn't you prefer if you and Jim were to
mutually desire to be with one another like that?"

    "Of course."

    "Doesn't your compulsion make you feel a little
humiliated about being with Jim?"

    "I tried to humiliate him last year.  I'd be getting what
I deserve."

    Patty shook her head.  "No girl deserves to be compelled
to do anything sexual with anybody.  Even if you were a
married couple, you shouldn't feel compelled to do anything
if you don't want to."

    "I want to make love with Jim.  I know that he loves
Kristen, but I've been dreaming about being with him for
years.  I've given up trying to be his one and only love.  I
still would like to feel that closeness with him even once.
I want to know what Kristen knows every day.  What Lynette
and June know, and what you and Camille know."

    "Me?" Patty asked.  "Who told you about me?"

    "Camille told Lynette.  Lynette told me.  Before Lynette
moved in with Jim and Kristen, we talked on Valentine's day.
She told me that she had a crush on Kristen, and I told her
that I had a crush on Jim.  We compared notes, and we shared
some secrets.  Lynette and I have talked a lot since then,
although she doesn't go into details about what goes on here
at the apartment.  Jim told me during the initiation that he
and you did things together, but he wasn't specific."

    Patty looked at me, a slight frown on her face.

    I spoke up.  "I told her that you introduced me to
Kristen.  As Sherry said, I didn't go into specifics."

    Patty nodded.

    "Let's say you get your wish and give up your virginity
to Jim.  You would be willing to do it that once and then
forget him?"

    Sherry shook her head.  "No. I would never forget Jim.
But that would be my fantasy, and I would be happy that he
fulfilled it.  I'd always be his friend, and I'd never ask
for anything from him ever again.  I already love Kristen
because she and I share the same feelings for Jim."

    "This is getting too personal," Kristen said.

    I nodded my agreement.

    Patty turned to us.  "I needed to know how Sherry feels
about this.  If she was unwilling, I'd try to find a way to
keep her locked up for the next week just to keep away from
Jim."

    Patty turned back to Sherry.  "Sherry, how much about
your feelings that you just told us do you not want us to
know?"

    "I've already told Jim my feelings," Sherry explained,
her voice a bit more animated than the monotone she had been
using.  "I respect his wish that we don't do anything, and
I'm happy to be his friend.  He probably knows that I
fantasize about him, and everybody already thinks that we may
have done things together.  I don't correct people of their
assumptions, especially now since I learned that Jim wants
people to think he's not perfect."

    Kristen spoke up.  "Sherry, I want to ask you a personal
question."

    "I am to answer all questions honestly."

    "Would you be still be willing to do those things with
Jim if he wasn't alone when you did them?  Specifically,
would you mind making love to him if I were in the room, or
even better, in the bed with the two of you?"

    Sherry thought about that.  "I like you, Kristen.
However, I get no sexual thrill about seeing another girl
naked.  I think that I would feel a bit repulsed if you were
to touch me that way or vice versa."

    "I'm not asking for you to make love with me, but that I
would be there when you make love with Jim."

    "I would be a bit embarrassed if you saw my nudity, but
if that is the price that I would have to pay, I'd do it
willingly.  I'd even be your sexual slave like June and
Lynette were if that was what it took to be with Jim."

    I shook my head and left the living room.  This was
getting too absurd for me.  Why didn't Kristen ask MY
feelings about that?

    A few minutes later, Kristen showed up.  "What's wrong,
Jim?"

    "You're asking Sherry if she would make love with me
while you look on.  The big problem is, I don't want to make
love with her!"

    "I was just trying to get Sherry to consider it.  That's
all!"

    "She's going to forget everything she hears once I stop
the questioning!"

    "I didn't think about that."

    "You're having her reveal her innermost thoughts, her
private ones.  Everybody knows that she's infatuated with me,
but she has managed to deal with it.  Now she has these
compulsions thrown on her, and she now has to deal with that.
She told you how humiliated that Tim made her feel.  Why do
you want to humiliate her by watching her live out her
fantasy?"

    Kristen looked surprised.  It was apparent that she
hadn't even thought this.

    "I'm..."

    Before Kristen had the opportunity to complete her
apology, I pulled her to me and kissed her.

    When we pulled apart, I said, "Those tickets are tricky.
They are also addicting, like heroin.  Once Sherry started
talking about her personal feelings, we were all amazed and
engrossed.  I know you're a bit of a voyeur... I am, too.  I
like watching you and Lynette getting it on, for instance.  I
think we all like watching each other, but we allow each
other to watch.  However, Sherry is under the influence of
the tickets, and it's not fair to her."

    Kristen nodded.  "I understand."

    "I think we got the answer that we were looking for.  I
don't need to fuck her, and I don't want to fuck her.  That
said, there's still the wishes that she's compelled to
follow, mainly oral sex."

    Once again, Kristen nodded.

    "Do we have your permission, my lovely Goddess?"

    Kristen bit her lip, but nodded reluctantly.

    I wasn't satisfied.  I wanted her hear her say it.

    After a few moments, Kristen spoke up.  "Jim, I have one
wish."

    "What is it?"

    "As you said, this is Sherry's ultimate fantasy.  With
the exception of that one time that she tried to trap you,
she's been nothing but a good friend to both of us.  Please
make sure she enjoys it, and make sure that she stays our
friend.  I'll just go downstairs and play pool with Patty
while you two do what you need to do."

    I thought for a long moment and didn't say anything.

    Kristen hugged me and kissed me once again.  "I trust
you, Jim."

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