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Subject: {ASSM} Girl Fag (new) chapter 4 by Rachael Ross
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Copyright 2004 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.

Please see chapter one for story codes and important background
information. I strongly suggest you do not read this chapter without
first reading the first three chapters.

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Girl Fag
by Rachael

Chapter Four

Matt's parents were cool and we got a bunch of pizzas and sodas and
hung out in the recreation room they'd built downstairs. It had old
comfortable furniture, a TV and DVD player, stereo, even an old
foosball table, but there were only 3 balls for it and the red players
were sort of loose. John and Kyle came over about seven. So we had more
pizza and sodas and sat around playing foosball mostly and we had a
couple movies to watch. Freddie vs Jason, of course, and 28 Days
Later...So that was cool.

But later, with the TV on and the lights turned low, it was time for
our real talk. I knew Lance and Matt wouldn't let it go. They were
worried about me and I kept that thought in my mind. I'd known all
these guys for at least 7 or 8 years, Matt and Lance for longer than
that. I was safe with them, it was okay, I kept thinking. I could tell
these guys anything...or so I hoped. If I was wrong though, my life
would be over.

"Hey." Matt nudged me and whispered. "You wanna talk about it
now?"

We were sitting around on the floor, leaning against the furniture.
Matt was next to me by the little couch, John next to him, then Kyle
leaning against an old leather Lay-Z-Boy, and then Lance, across from
us leaning against the bookcase they had down there. It was small and
comfortable, that half of the room, with maybe 6 feet separating me
from Lance. He was looking at me too, obviously wondering the same
thing.

"Yeah, okay." I said a little louder. "The door's closed,
right?"

I meant the door at the top of the stairs. Matt's parents wouldn't
come down anyway, they 'respected' Matt's privacy and genuinely
liked all of us, I think. And if they did come down, the stairs were
bare wood and creaked a lot, even if someone was trying to be sneaky.

"Yeah." Matt nodded.

"Hey you guys." I scooted forward a little, so I was closer to
everyone. "I have to tell you guys something okay, and it's a
secret. I mean a serious one, like you can't tell anybody."

"A secret?" John grinned at me, but he stopped when I looked at
him. I was serious.

"Sure, Ann." Kyle shrugged. Lance nodded and Matt said he
wouldn't tell.

"Gotta promise me, John." I looked at him and he nodded, saying
okay.

"Alright." I took a deep breath and pulled my t-shirt over my head.
I figured that would be the easiest way to start.

The guys all stared at my boobs. Lance and Matt had seen them already,
but they stared too. John looked like he was in shock and Kyle just
leaned forward, sort of pursing is lips.

"What happened to your tits?" John whispered, and then looked
around at the other guys, maybe wondering if they saw the same things
he did.

They weren't so bad now, the redness had faded a little, but the
welts were still there and the undersides were even more bruised than
before. That was where Coach had whipped me the most, on the bottoms
and maybe my skin was more sensitive there. But they still looked like
I'd gotten in a fight and somebody had just beat up my tits.

"Coach did it." I said. "He used these clamp things, like
alligator clips except stronger, and put them on my nipples. And they
had like these chains and he could pull them and..."

"Didn't that hurt?" Lance asked.

"Yeah." I nodded and smiled at him. "It hurt a lot, man! But I
liked it too."

"You liked it?" John gave a nervous little laugh.

"Yeah, I did and..."

"But how could you like it?"

"Shut up, John!" Kyle told him. "Let her talk."

"I liked it, I don't know...Anyway, after he did that he used a
belt and whipped me. Like a spanking except it was on my boobs." I
looked down and pinched my nipples, pulling my small breasts upward,
the way Coach had. It hurt but I didn't mind. "Mostly underneath
them, around here..."

I kept my boobs up like that while all the guys got closer, looking and
talking. Mostly asking me how it felt and how many times he whipped me,
and if I was bleeding from the clamps and stuff like that. I answered
as best I could, and explained more about how even though it had hurt
worse than anything else in the world, it had felt good too...and after
awhile, I told them, it felt more good than it hurt.

"Why would he do that?" Kyle asked me.

"Because, uh...Cause I want him to." I smiled and let my boobs go.
"He was punishing my boobs."

"For what?" John snorted a little, like there wasn't anything
anybody could do to deserve that!

"For being a girl." I shrugged. "This is gonna sound weird,
okay?" I looked at my four best friends. "But you gotta believe
me...I'm really a guy, like inside me. I like guy clothes, fixing
cars, playing football, hanging out with you guys, doing guy stuff,
right?" I looked around. They knew all that. "I'm a guy in my
brain, you know? I just don't have a guy body."

"Or a guy face!" Matt grinned at me and I thought he even blushed a
little.

"Or a guy face, yeah." I laughed. "So Coach is teaching me to be
a guy and..."

"By whipping your tits?" Lance shook his head. "I'm a guy;
nobody ever did that to me."

They talked and grinned at each other and went around in circles for a
minute.

"No, look...I just don't like my body, okay?" I looked at the
guys, one at a time. "Think about it, if you had a girl's body,
what would you do?"

"I'd finger myself!" Matt laughed and so did the rest of us.

"I'm serious! Come on!" I finally said. "I don't want to be a
girl, okay? I'm a guy. Spanking my boobs is just...like
self-discipline, I don't know. I liked it when Coach was hurting
them." But that wasn't the whole truth and my voice betrayed me.

"Liked it...? What like...sex?"" Kyle looked at me.

I swallowed and nodded, licking my lips. "Yeah, like sex sort
of...I...Mmmm, yeah." I giggled.

"Did this coach guy..." Kyle was still looking at me, looking at my
face. "Did he make you, uh..."

"What?" I was already shaking my head. "No, I liked it and..."

"No, I mean did he, you know...Do it with you?" Kyle wanted to get
back to the beginning, figure out what was going on and truthfully
I'd sort of hoped we'd skip by all that.

"Did we have sex?" I bit my lower lip a little, because I am so bad
at lying. I didn't know what Coach had told Matt and Lance but I
doubted he'd told them everything. That would have been asking for
trouble, even more than Coach already was, probably.

"Yeah." Kyle agreed.

"Did he make you do it?" John joined in, looking confused more than
anything else.

"He didn't rape me!" I laughed, a real one and it was sort of a
relief because it wasn't a lie. "He just punished my tits..."
today, I added silently to myself, "...Okay?"

"Coach said it was motivation." Lance looked around at the guys.
"And he was just helping her out, like special training."

"People go to jail for special training like that." Kyle was just
barely 2 years older than me and mostly I didn't notice, but he sure
sounded like it right then. It scared me because maybe he was right.

"Coach ain't goin to jail." I rolled my eyes and gave Kyle a
friendly push.

"He said we can't tell nobody cause people wouldn't
understand." Matt added and it was obvious that he didn't
understand it either.

"He's right. You guys can't say anything. He didn't rape me,
I'm still a virgin okay, and I'm gonna stay a virgin. Coach ain't
like that, you gotta believe me." I looked at each of my friends.
"I'm gonna start working out in the mornings too, Coach is going to
show me how to build my muscles and work my boobs off and stuff."

"Awww..." John looked down at my budding breasts and there was
disappointment plain as day on his face. "Don't do that, Ann!"

Kyle just laughed and punched John in the arm and the mood lightened up
again. "Ain't you been listening?" Then he looked back to me.
"We won't say nothing, but you gotta be about the weirdest guy in
the world!"

"No doubt, dude!" Lance grinned and elbowed Matt. "Virgin!"

"Virgin!" Matt laughed too and I felt the knot in my gut finally
going away.

"Did it um, make you like wet and stuff?" John asked me shyly.

"Wet?" I made a face. "You mean my pussy?" The guys looked
shocked when I said that. It was probably the first time in our lives
I'd ever used that word in connection with my body.

"Y-Yeah your, uh...pussy." John really did blush and the guys were
all quiet.

"Yeah. It was wet." I looked at him. "But I didn't think about
it. I don't really like my pussy, okay? I'd rather have a dick,
like you guys."

"Like when you said you wished you had a dick?" Kyle smiled at me.
"I sort of thought you were joking."

"Yeah. I was serious, man. I wish I did have a dick, more than
anything. Balls too." I stared at my friends, like I was challenging
them.

"So when your um, pussy gets wet...what do you do?" Matt asked me.

"I dunno." I shrugged. "Sometimes I touch it, you know, my clit
and stuff. Sometimes I just ignore it. I try to pretend it's not a
pussy, it's a dick, you know? Mostly I close my eyes and just
think...not really touching or anything."

"That's weird, dude." Lance chuckled.

"Yeah." John agreed. "So uh, you just think about girls, huh?"

"Yeah, you don't like guys right?" Lance asked.

I kind of hesitated before answering that one. "I don't like girls,
okay. I'm not a lesbian or anything."

"But if you're a guy..." Lance laughed.

"On the inside, yeah." I nodded.

"Then why don't you like girls?" Kyle asked me.

"Because uh, I'm gay." And I kind of let that one hang there
until all four guys just busted up laughing at me. "I'm serious!"
I protested, but it was no use, they had the giggles now and anything I
said was just too funny.

"So you're gay, but you don't like girls?" Matt shook his head,
still laughing.

"Because you're really a guy..." John was nodding.

"So, you like dudes, then?" Lance was rubbing his eyes a little and
Kyle just sat back grinning at me.

"Yeah, exactly. I'm a gay guy in a girl's body."

"Well, that's a good thing, man!" Lance told me. "Otherwise
you'd be in trouble."

"Yeah, nobody likes fags!" John agreed.

"Well, if I was really a guy...and gay..." I looked at them,
grinning a little myself. "What makes you think you'd know?"

"Aww...anybody can tell, dude!" Lance said.

I just nodded. I'd have thought that too, until a few days ago.

"So you guys are cool with that?" I looked around slowly. "I
mean, you don't think it's a big deal or nothing, right?"

"It's up to you." Kyle shrugged. "We're still your friends,
nothing's gonna change that."

"Yeah Ann." John nodded. "It's cool with me, I mean...I don't
know about being a gay guy inside or whatever, but if you like guys. I
don't care."

"Works for me, Dude!" Lance shrugged.

"Sure, whatever..." Matt laughed at me. "Just uh, you know, if
you wanna do queer stuff with somebody, uh..." He grinned and it was
my turn to laugh at him.

"Are you saying you're gay too, Matt?" I asked him sweetly and he
blushed.

"Matt's a fag!" Lance yelled and pointed, laughing like an idiot
and Matt hit him on the shoulder.

"I am not! You guys know what I mean."

"You mean you wanna kiss her?" Kyle asked and he was smiling too,
but it was a sneaky kind.

"What?" I looked at Kyle.

"I'd kiss you, even if you were a guy." Kyle laughed a little.
"I mean as long as you look like that."

"Yeah, no doubt, dude!" Lance grinned.

"See?" Matt hit Lance again. "You fag!" And then he laughed.

"Yeah, uh...I'm gay too, I mean for guys with girls' bodies and
stuff." John sort of frowned as he tried to say what he meant.

Everybody was talking and laughing again, giving each other a hard time
about being queer now.

"Okay, yeah...yeah..." I was laughing too. "So everybody's gay
as long as it's with a girl."

"Right!" Matt grinned.

"So how about it?" Kyle asked me.

"How about what?" I stared back at him.

"I mean as long as we're all here, sort of telling everything and
stuff..." He shrugged. "You wanna do gay stuff with us?"

"Yeah, oh hell yeah!" Lance was licking his lips looking back and
forth between me and Kyle.

"Yeah, Ann...Come on, let's try some of that gay stuff!" Matt was
almost rubbing his hands together with anticipation and it made me
nervous.

"What? No...You're my best friends. I'm not gonna do anything
with you guys! Come on!" I looked at each of them and settled back on
Kyle. "It would mess everything up."

"Mess what up?" Kyle asked. Everyone else was quiet now, as if by
some unspoken agreement they'd elected Kyle to do the talking for all
of them. He was older though, like I said, almost 2 years older than
me, so he was usually the leader anyway.

"Being friends." I shrugged. "You can't kiss your best friends,
it wouldn't work. And I'm not gonna be like a girlfriend or
anything, especially if I kissed you guys, cause somebody would get
pissed or something."

I thought all this was pretty obvious.

"Nah, come on...That's why it would work. We're just hanging out,
we've been friends forever, nothing's gonna change that. It's
just foolin' around!" Kyle grinned at me and then glanced at John.
"He ain't ever been kissed in his life! You'd be doing John a
favor!"

Matt and Lance started laughing and John turned red saying, "Hey!
Wait a minute..."

"You kiss him then." I shook my head and felt myself getting a
little pissed.

"I've kissed a girl!" John was arguing with Lance and Matt.

"Cousins don't count dude!" Lance told him and John gave him the
finger.

"Best friends don't count either." I told the guys.

"Ann...Come on, just kissing, okay?" Matt gave me puppy dog eyes
and I ignored him.

"I'll think about it." I finally said, thinking I could keep
saying that until the moon fell out of the sky.

The guys quieted down a little after that at least and it was a good
thing too because Matt's mom was calling down the stairs asking us if
we'd fixed our beds yet, meaning the sleeping bags we were going to
use on the floor. Her being a mother and all, Matt's mom had to come
down and make sure and I almost forgot to put my shirt back on! But I
did and everything was perfectly normal when she put us to work,
pushing the furniture back and spreading out a thick comforter on the
carpet and then on that we opened the sleeping bags. It was kind of
like camping, only it wasn't.

"These boys aren't giving you a hard time, are they Annie?"
Matt's mom liked me a lot, she'd known me since I was a baby and
she was more like my Aunt, then my friend's mom. I'd grown up
spending as much time at Matt's house as I did at my own.

"Nah." I smiled at her. "If they do I ain't gonna fix their
bikes anymore!" I meant it too and she nodded.

"Well, you guys just behave yourself and don't fall asleep with the
TV on, okay?"

"Okay mom." Matt promised and we all nodded, saying goodnight to
her too.

"Hey, wanna see those magazine?" Matt was whispering as soon as we
heard the upstairs door shut.

We all figured it was best just to get comfortable when we checked
these magazines out, so like everyone else I just stripped down to my
underwear, a loose pair of boxers and nothing else. All the guys did
that and we propped the pillows up in a pile against the sofa and just
lay down close together. This wasn't strange or anything, it was just
the way we'd been doing it since we were 6 years old and we had
sleepovers about once a month, more or less alternating houses, except
for mine, since I had 6 brothers there.

Matt had gone into the laundry room, getting the magazines from the
storage closet under the stairs where he'd stashed them. When he came
back he put them on floor in front of us. There were three of them. One
was a Hustler, another was something called 'Coed Discoveries' and
the third was 'Girl's Who Swallow 3' and it looked pretty nasty,
judging from the close-up of the girl's sperm covered face on the
cover.

"Jesus!" John whispered and he grabbed that one right away.

"I think she missed some!" Kyle laughed.

I was between Kyle on my left and Matt on my right, since he squeezed
between me and Lance, forcing Lance to move over with a dirty look.

"Let's all look, just one at a time!" Matt said and he snatched
the magazine from John's hands. "We'll look at that one last."
He picked up the one about Coed's and gave it to me. "Here, since
you're in the middle you gotta hold it."

"And read too!" Lance said.

"I don't think there's a lot of words in these." Kyle grinned
over me at Lance.

"Don't seem to be." I agreed flipping through it. "Okay,
uh...let's see what we got!" I was laughing because sitting there,
holding some porn magazine with two guys on my left and two on my
right, leaning over each other to see, was sort of funny.

"Bunny!" I was reading. "Is an 18 year old freshman who likes
swimming, dancing, and nude sunbathing!"

There really weren't a lot of words and that girl, Bunny, didn't
have any tan lines either! She was tall and blonde and liked to show
off her legs and butt, mostly. I flipped through the pages slowly,
letting the guy's get their looks. I didn't really feel very
excited looking at her, or the next girl, another blonde named
Janice..."Who likes tall men, candlelight dinners, and really fast
cars!"

"I wish I had a fast car." John said. His eyes were glued to
Jan's big tits.

"You just wish you had a car!" Kyle elbowed him.

"Turn the page!" Lance was telling me.

There was a lot of talking, lot's of comparing the obvious talents of
one girl with another. I did a lot of giggling and a little blushing,
since I knew I'd never look like any of those girls, at least I hoped
I wouldn't. But all the same...

"None of those girls look as pretty as you." Kyle whispered at one
point, when the other three guys were busy arguing about something or
other.

"I don't look anything like them." I whispered back, flipping the
page to another girl with perfect measurements and a flawless face.

"I know." Kyle smiled and his lips were right next to my ear.
"You look way better!"

"Hey, what are you guys talking about?" John asked us, and Matt and
Lance looked at us too and I just giggled.

"Nothin." Kyle shrugged. "Just askin' her to turn the page."

"Suzy!" I looked up and grinned at my friends. "She's a senior,
majoring in information technology. She loves long hot baths and her
measurements are 36-22-35...Wow!" I looked at my friends and raised
my eyebrows.

"How big are yours?" Lance asked me with a little smile.

"Huh?" I snorted. "Not that big."

"My dick's getting big." Matt said and I lifted the magazine,
looking down his body and I could see the bulge in his white briefs.

"Mine too!" John said. "Get the other magazine."

"Yeah, grab that Hustler." Kyle told Matt and I tossed the one I
was holding up over our heads carelessly.

"Hustler." I took it and looked at the cover. It was like a
close-up of some girl's panties with black pubic hair curling out
around it.

I opened it up and paged through it while the guys looked with me.
"Just get to the pictures, screw all that reading junk." Lance was
saying and the guys seemed to agree.

"Okay. Uh...Stella..." I opened it up to some black haired woman
who wasn't quite as perfect as those coeds had been, but she
showed...everything!

"Holy cow!" John said under his breath when I flipped a page and
there she was spreading her pussy lips so we could practically see up
to her cervix.

"Fuck!" Matt whispered and we were all staring at that picture.
Even me.

"I'm gonna beat off, man!" Matt was saying and he pulled his
underwear down and his cock was swollen and already wet with precum.

"Me too!" Lance agreed and he was naked too, both of the guys
massaging their cocks while I turned the pages slowly.

"That's kinda gross." John was turning red.

"What's gross?" Kyle said and we both looked at him, although my
eyes were being drawn to Lance and Matt.

"That." John nodded his head at the magazine. "Like inside and
stuff."

"It ain't gross dude!" Matt was rubbing his long hard cock
slowly, grinning at Lance who was doing the same thing.

"Yeah. It's hot!" Lance laughed. "Maybe you are a fag."

John ignored that and I blinked to stop staring at my friends' dicks.
I was wishing I had one, or that I could just touch theirs. I wondered
briefly if real girls, I mean inside and out girls, got as horny as I
did. Or if I was totally abnormal and I just got so excited because I
had a guy brain.

"It's just a body, John." I shrugged at him. "Half the people
on the earth look like that." I wasn't shocked at the picture; so
much as I was that any girl would ever do that in front of a camera.

"Yeah but..." John didn't know what to say. He probably didn't
know what he felt about it, really.

By the time I'd gotten through the third photo layout, a red head
named Nicole who had shaved her pussy and spread it just as wide as the
other girls; all four of my friends had their dicks out. I was spending
more time watching them than I was looking at the magazine and they
were looking at me too.

"Take off your shorts, Ann." Matt was saying.

"Yeah go for it, dude!" Lance echoed. "You might as well do it
too!"

"I don't wanna do it!" I laughed and felt a little shy. "I told
you guys, I wish I had a dick. I don't like my pussy, okay?"

"Then touch mine." Kyle said and I turned my face to look at him.
"Go ahead. You wanna play with a dick, right? It's cool."

"Yeah do it." John said, maybe hoping if I touched Kyle's I'd
touch his too.

"You want me to jerk you off?" I asked Kyle and then I looked
around. "You guys want me to jerk you all off?" I didn't really
know what I was doing, but I'd been sitting there for 15 minutes
watching four guys play with their hard dicks and I was feeling super
horny, despite all my common sense.

"Yeah." Matt nodded.

"Oh hell yeah, Dude!" Lance grinned at me.

Kyle and John both wanted it too. "Maybe, but um... But you guys
would have to do something for me too then."

"What's that?" Kyle spoke for all of them again.

"You gotta um...play with me too." I said.

"What?"... "Yeah"... "Sure!"... "We'll do that!" They
were all speaking at once, excited and eager.

"I didn't agree yet!" I warned them. Inside I wasn't sure it
would really be a good idea, but they had me thinking. I couldn't
help that!

"Grab my bag over there." I pointed and John was closest so he got
up and grabbed my backpack and when I got it I dug through until I
found my strap-on dildo and I held it up, laughing at the stunned look
on their faces.

"What's that?" John finally asked.

"It's a dildo, you dildo!" Kyle told him.

"Yeah, it's my dick." I grinned and stood up, taking off my
boxers so I was completely nude. I started putting it on but Matt
stopped me.

"Wait uh...can I just, um...can we see your pussy?" he asked a
little nervously.

"What?" I smiled at him, not sure what he meant. "You've seen
it a zillion times!"

"No, I mean...here...sit down." I let him push me down so I was
sitting on the sofa. "I just want to look, okay?"

I swallowed, wondering if this was a good idea, but really...none of
this had probably been a good idea! I was letting Matt spread my legs
slowly, stretching my thighs wide so my 14 year old pussy was exposed
completely. I had just a little hair, hardly any at all and I was so
wet already, just from watching my friends jerk off. My little pink
lips were swollen and glistening and my clit was a hard little
throbbing button half the size of a pencil eraser. I watched as Matt
stared down at my pussy, and then looked around to see that the other
three guys had gotten close too.

"Look at that." Matt was saying softly and they were all talking in
low voices, whispering about how pretty my pussy was. How wet it was
and how different and alike it was compared to the pictures we'd been
looking at.

"Can I touch it?" John asked me and I licked my lips.

Nobody had ever touched my pussy. I didn't really want anyone to. But
I wondered why, suddenly...I mean, was I afraid if someone touched me
there I'd like it and start turning into a girl on the inside too?
The psychology of who I was confused me; I couldn't deal with it at
all as a fourteen year old. I felt overwhelmed a little, especially as
my four best friends were all huddled around me, naked with their
teenage erections standing stiffly out from their smooth sexy bodies.
I'd never thought of them sexually before. I'd never wanted
to...Like my brothers. And yet here I was, sitting back, my legs spread
and inviting, offering them a view of the very part of me I fought to
deny.

"I..." I shook my head. "I don't want anyone to touch
me...there." I hadn't been able to explain to them, to convince
them that I was serious about what I'd said. But I couldn't blame
them really, best friend or not, I was a girl physically and my
hormones were raging...just as theirs were. Maybe it was because I had
that male mindset. I mean regular girls can't be as horny as I was
all the time, can they? The girls I knew at school were interested in
sex, yeah, but guys were intensely focused on it...The way I was
focused on it.

"Please?" John asked and I could see his penis, giving little jerks
of its own accord. He wasn't even touching it and it was moving like
someone had put Mexican Jumping Beans in his balls.

"Yeah, Ann...Come on!" Matt was there too and his cock was swollen
and dark and smooth.

"Just a little bit, dude...okay?" Lance was smiling, his eyes soft
and warm and I stared into them before letting my eyes roam down his
body, finding his penis, the only one uncircumcised and I stared at the
reddish tip of his cock peeking from the wrinkled skin surrounding it.

"Ann..." Kyle was whispering to me. "You don't have to worry;
you'll always be our best friend, okay? We just want to make you feel
good."

Kyle was the oldest and smartest of all of us. He sensed better, I
think, my real worries. If I let them do...things. If I let my friends
touch me and I touched them...would that change us? And if it did,
would it be better or worse? Would I lose my four best friends in the
whole world and just have four...boyfriends? Or something equally
stupid - would they think I was available or something, like I had to
pick one? Would they get jealous? I closed my eyes, feeling very small
and frightened suddenly. And I wanted them so bad!

But Kyle. He screwed it up. He said they wanted to make me feel good,
like they'd be doing me a favor. I was just a girl now. They were
four boys, four friends, and I was just a girl. I think if he'd just
said they were curious, if they just wanted me to have fun the way they
were, playing with their dicks; if Kyle had said that I would have
believed it and done it. But he hadn't and I felt hurt by it.

"No." I closed my eyes and shook my head. "It ain't the same
now." I probably whispered that. Somehow in the last week or so
everything had changed. My four best friends had been spending most of
the night trying to get me to do stuff. And I wanted to. But I wanted
it to be like it was even more. I felt like crying all of a sudden
because the game wasn't fun anymore.

"What?" John sat up and he was staring at me when I opened my eyes
again. They all were and I ignored them.

"What's wrong?" Lance asked.

"Ann?" Kyle was still close to me and he touched my shoulder but I
shrugged him away.

"Leave me alone. I'm gonna go home." I told them.

"Annie, don't. What's the matter?" Matt's turn to talk, but I
wasn't answering.

I got dressed quickly, feeling my face burning a little. The guys were
really quiet now, just sitting there, maybe afraid if they said
anything it would just make it worse. They hadn't believed me when I
told them I was a guy. Just because I had tits and a pussy it was okay
to be gay. If I really had been a boy they'd have laughed at me,
beaten me up or something. They wanted to look at me and touch me and
it wasn't like we were best friends, it was like I was...Outside. Or
on the other side suddenly. I was confused and hurt and filled with
self-pity. It was the first time in my life I ever felt ashamed of
myself.

I grabbed my backpack and went upstairs. Kyle tried to talk to me, to
ask me what was wrong, but I just left them there. Matt's parents
were upstairs, sitting in the kitchen and his mom asked me what was
wrong. I told her I didn't feel good, I had a cramp and she assumed I
was getting my period, like I knew she would. Matt's dad offered to
drive me home and I tried to say I'd call one of my brothers, but he
insisted.

Matt's parents, Wayne and Callie, were like my second parents or
something. I'd known them, and Matt, my whole life. I suppose outside
my own family at home, they were just about the people I trusted most
in the whole world.

"What happened tonight?" Wayne asked me. It was dark in the car and
I was glad for it. He couldn't really see that I was crying.
"Somebody say something to you?"

I shook my head no. "I just don't feel good." I told him softly,
wiping my nose on the back of hand.

"If somebody ever did, Ann..." He paused, thinking about how he
wanted to say what he felt he needed to. "If anybody ever said
something, or did something, you can tell me or Callie, okay?"

I nodded again.

"I mean if you don't want to talk to your Dad or something." He
cleared his throat a little. "We never had a girl, so I guess..."
He shrugged in the darkness. "Callie and me sort of figured you were
our little girl sometimes."

He was just making it worse because I was thinking about Matt now more
than anything else. "Okay." I cleared my throat a little too and we
went a mile or so in silence.

"Anyway, boys don't think sometimes about what they say. Believe
me, I'm a boy and I'm always saying dumb stuff, just ask Callie."
He ventured a chuckle. "So uh, if Matt or any of the other guys said
something, they're probably regretting it right now." His voice
made it sound like if they weren't regretting it, they would be when
Matt's dad got back home. "And if one of em did something..." He
glanced at me and frowned, turning back to the road and setting his jaw
a little. He didn't finish his sentence.

So I had to protect my friends, because as every 14 year old knows, the
first thing Wayne was going to say to them was: 'Annie told me
everything guys. Now who's idea was it?' and they'd look at each
other guiltily and someone would say something, trying to sound
innocent, and then Matt's dad would know something happened and the
whole story would come out quick.

"No, they didn't do anything." I forced myself to sound a little
stronger, even though I didn't feel like it. "I got hit some at
football today and I guess it just sort of, uh..." I looked down at
the darkness pooled in my lap. "...you know. I'm a little early is
all."

And that was always the best excuse a girl could ever have when dealing
with a man. If 14 years of life with 6 brothers and a daddy had taught
me nothing else, it was that female biology was one of the world's
great mysteries and most men wanted to have nothing to do with
unraveling it. Matt's dad was no exception...Thank God it was dark
and he couldn't see my lying eyes.

"Oh." He nodded. "Well, yeah, football um..."

When we got to my house I leaned over and gave Matt's dad a thank you
hug, not just for the ride, but for everything he'd tried to say. We
said our goodnights and I lugged my backpack into the house and
upstairs, just giving a lopsided grin to Mark and David who were
sitting in the living room with their girlfriends, the Hudson sisters,
Sherry and Jane.

I went to my room and opened the door. It was only a little after eight
and Greg was gone, out with his girlfriend, probably. Henry was in
there though and I took all my frustrations out on him. He didn't
expect me back until the next day. He was laying belly down on his bed
with headphones on, listening to music so loud I could hear it across
the room. I put my bag down and basically jumped on his back and
started punching him in the back of the head. Hard too.

I think I scared him more than I was hurting him, but I hurt him pretty
good. The headphones flew off and his arms came up, covering up his
head while he tried to understand what was happening.

"Where is it?" I was yelling at him. "Where's the picture,
Henry!" I was flailing at his ears and neck and trying to hit his
face but he pushed his nose flat to the mattress.

"Get off! Get off me!" He was yelling too and about 20 seconds
after I'd started it I felt somebody pulling me off.

A couple somebodies. Mark had grabbed me. He must have been going to
the bathroom or something, because David wasn't there, nor were their
girlfriends. Scott was though, and Steve, who was also trying to pull
me off of Henry.

"Ann!" Steve being the oldest and biggest finally got me, more or
less hugging my back to his chest with his arms around my stomach while
I kicked and flailed and cried.

Scott closed the door and Mark was trying to grab my hands, because I
was hitting him now. Henry was still on his bed, still covering his
head.

"Annie! Stop it!" Steve told me again and I finally just ran out of
energy, more then anything else, and hung there limp.

"Shhh...dad's gonna hear." Scott warned us all. Our dad was in
the garage, so he probably wouldn't hear a thing, but it was still
good advice.

"What happened, Henry?" Mark sat on Henry's bed and pushed at
him.

Scott leaned against the door. "Let her go, Steve." He said quietly
and Steve moved me over to my bed, sort of laying me down.

"Talk Henry." Mark was nudging him. "Better tell us or I'm
gonna hit you." He would too. My brother's knew I got pissed
sometimes, but it was usually for a good reason and Henry was good at
giving people reasons, as we all knew. Besides all that, Mark didn't
like Henry much at all and any excuse was a good one for him.

"I didn't do nothin'." Henry turned his head.

"He took pictures of me." I said quietly. I wasn't going to fight
anymore.

"Pictures?" Steve looked down at me.

"What like in the shower or something?" Mark was trying to
understand and the obvious conclusion sort of pissed him off. He hit
Henry in the ribs, kind of hard. "You're taking pictures of
Annie?"

"Pictures of what?" Scott asked quietly, so we could barely hear
him when Henry groaned and curled up a little. Henry wasn't really
hurt, but he didn't want to get hurt either. He was a pretender.

"I sucked his dick." If I'd been thinking right I wouldn't have
said that maybe. But I wasn't thinking right. "Him and Greg and
afterwards, Henry took my picture."

Mark, who had no idea about anything, just stared at me for a second,
then down at Henry. "You dirty fucker!" He finally spat and then he
did hit Henry, as hard as he could on his temple, just over Henry's
right eye.

"Mark!" Steve hadn't said much and now he was just trying to grab
Mark, who
probably figured Henry and Greg had made me do it.  "Stop hitting
him! Jesus!" They more or less ended up on the floor with Steve on
top of Mark.

"I gave Greg a blowjob before, after me and Steve did it. Then after
we went to the highway," I was talking to Scott, "Steve and
me...had sex, sorta." I licked my lips and looked down. "Then Henry
found out from Greg and I sucked them both. They're gonna do my
chores."

"What?" Mark was staring up at me, past Steve who had turned to
look at Scott.

"You took her to the highway?" Steve looked seriously pissed.

"She wanted to." Scott looked guilty and his face was turning red.
"You told me to take care of her, remember?"

"What?" Mark repeated, but everyone was ignoring him.

"I didn't mean take her to some fag orgy shit!" Steve was getting
up, shoving Mark down hard as he did so, in case Mark thought about
getting back up. "You fucking ass!"

"You fucked her ass!" Scott was just a year younger than Steve, and
about the same size. If they started fighting we'd need Daddy to get
them apart.

I got off the bed, grabbing Steve and tugging him back. "Stop it,
please. Just stop."

"What are you guys talking about?" Mark was finally going to get
heard and even Henry, who had a nice big black eye starting, rolled
over a little. He looked pretty miserable.

I got Steve to sit down, but he was so tense he looked like he wanted
to kill Scott.

"You had sex with Annie?" Mark looked at Steve, but Steve didn't
look at Mark. So Mark sat up slowly on the floor and looked at Henry.
"You all did?" He looked at Scott too.

"No." Scott shook his head. "I didn't. I took her to the rest
area so she could have sex." He said it so matter of factly it almost
sounded reasonable.

"Am I the only normal person here?" Mark's eyes were wide and he
looked around at all of us. "What is wrong with you guys? That's
your sister, man!" He looked like he was gonna hit Steve. "That's
my sister!" He started getting to his feet. "I'm gonna tell Dad,
this ain't right. You guys are fucked in the head! Come on Annie."

"You can't tell." Steve grabbed Mark's arm and Mark, who was 17
then, tried to shake him off.

"I can tell and I will. You're sick, all of you." Mark looked at
Steve. "Especially you. She's just 14, man!" He looked like he
was going to cry then, half sad, half enraged, I thought.

"You can't tell him, Mark." Steve was talking calmly at least. He
didn't want to fight either. "It'll just hurt Annie."

"Mark." I didn't really know what to say. "Don't say
anything, okay? It was my fault, nobody hurt me. Please?"

"Ann, listen, this is so wrong!" Mark was pleading with me to let
him do the right thing.

"Just..." I smiled a little weakly, trying to show him I really was
alright. "Just let me talk to them, okay? And then we'll talk, just
me and you, okay? Can you wait?"

Mark thought about it and finally nodded. "Yeah." Steve let him go
and Scott opened the door, shutting it again after Mark left.

"He's gonna tell dad." Scott predicted and Steve nodded.
"Where's the pictures, Henry."

"Over there, in the camera in my desk." Henry was sitting up now,
covering his bruised temple. "Just one. I wasn't gonna do anything
with it."

Scott found Henry's camera and opened it, exposing all the film to
the light and pulling the film out completely, throwing it on the
floor. "You're such an asshole Henry."

Scott sat down on the desk chair and Steve looked down at the floor and
Henry just looked pathetic.

"How come you came back home?" Steve asked me after a minute or so.
"I thought you were staying at Matt's" He moved to sit next to me
on my bed.

"They wanted to..." I made little butterflies with my hands.
"They wanted to touch me and stuff. Kiss me and look at me." I
shrugged. "It kind of pissed me off." I didn't feel like trying
to explain it.

"You guys fight?" Steve put his arm around me, hugging me a little.

"No." I shook my head. "It was just that I didn't feel like a
guy. They made me feel like a girl."

"You are a girl." Henry muttered.

"Just my body." I had a headache from crying too much. "I hate
it."

"Shut up, Henry." Scott glared at him. "You don't have to be a
guy on the outside, Ann. I mean, on the inside you are who you are,
nobody changes that. But your body..." He gestured a little
helplessly too.

"Can I sleep in your guys' room?" I looked at Steve and Scott and
they nodded. I didn't really know what Scott had been trying to
explain. I didn't know what Mark was going to do, or how we were
going to talk him out of telling Daddy. I didn't even know what I was
going to do about my friends. Life totally sucked.

Scott got up and so did Steve. "Hey, let me see that." Steve was
standing close to Henry, looking at his bruised right temple as Scott
opened the bedroom door. "Gonna have a real shiner there." Steve
gave a little smile and his right hand shot out, catching Henry's
left eye with his fist.

"Owww! Fuck!" Henry jerked backwards, covering his head but it was
too late.

"Now you got two." Steve pushed Henry's head back with his palm
and we left, going to Scott and Steve's room.

It wasn't really very late then, not even nine yet, and I flopped on
Steve's bed while Scott leaned against the wall on his. Steve sat in
the beanbag chair. We left the lights off, sensing that some things
were better discussed in the dark; the aquarium gave a soft pleasant
blue glow anyway.

"I'll talk to Mark." I said finally, since that was in the front
of my head. "He won't say anything..."

"Except to David." Steve said and Scott nodded. Mark and David were
best friends and so far as I ever knew, if one of them had a secret,
the other one kept it too. The good thing was that they were really
good at keeping secrets for each other.

"I'll talk to both of them." I promised. I wasn't sure what I
was going to say, but I had to find a way of making them understand
that our brothers had only been doing what I'd asked for.

"What about Matt and those guys?" Steve shifted around a little so
the vinyl squeaked. "What happened there?"

"They got some dirty magazines and started jerking off." I sort of
giggled at that, it sounded so dumb, but my brothers didn't even bat
an eye. "And, well, they wanted to touch me. My pussy and stuff." I
shrugged a little. "I was gonna jerk them off, maybe, but they kept
talking about my pussy and I didn't like it. They said they were
gay."

Scott and Steve both laughed at that.

"I mean after I tried to tell them I was a guy, on the inside, and I
was gay." I tried to explain quickly, but my brothers got it.

"So, as long as you're a boy with a girl's body, they're
gay." Scott grinned at me in the semi-darkness and I smiled back at
him.

"Then what?" Steve asked.

"Then I got pissed. They weren't taking me seriously, I mean it
felt like I was just...a girl, you know?" I wasn't smiling anymore.
"Why can't they just treat me like a guy?"

"You ain't a kid anymore, Ann." Steve told me. "None of your
friends are either. I mean your body changes, you get new feelings,
people see you different. It's happening to all of you. They're
probably just as confused as you are, honestly." Steve spoke gently.

"They didn't mean to treat you different, but you are different."
Scott was talking now too. "It's up to you what you want to do, but
maybe doing stuff with them ain't a bad thing."

"You want me to have sex with my friends now?" I would have laughed
at that if it had come from anybody but Scott.

"Better than going to the highway." Scott shrugged. "But probably
not a good idea. You should..."

"What happened at the highway?" Steve cut Scott off, he'd
probably been wanting to ask that for awhile, but at least he didn't
sound totally pissed anymore.

"I just went in the bathroom." I looked at Steve, trying to see his
reaction. "The boy's bathroom, and gave some guys some blowjobs"

"There's a gloryhole." Scott added for me.

"That's a hole in the par..." I was saying, but Steve cut me off.

"I know what it is." Steve sounded unhappy. "I told Scott to take
care of you, to talk to you." He turned his head, looking in
Scott's direction. "Not to take you someplace like that. You
don't know who those people are or anything."

"It's alright." I got off the bed and sat down quickly close to
Steve, putting my arms across his thighs. "I didn't get hurt. I
just wanted sex, you know?"

"She's horny, man." Scott probably should have kept his mouth
shut, but Steve let it go.

"I'm fine, I swear." I really didn't want Steve and Scott
pissed at each other. The thought flashed through my head that what
I'd done...What I was doing...could really mess us all up if we
weren't careful.

"Don't go there again." Steve was touching my hair. "Okay?
Don't ever do that again."

"I won't." I promised.

We sat there for a while, being very quiet. I was going through
everything in my head and I thought about telling my brothers about
Coach and the things he'd done to me, but I was afraid telling Steve
that Coach had whipped my tits would really set him off. So I just
leaned back, against the beanbag chair between Steve's legs. Scott
had grabbed his acoustic guitar and was playing something, Madrigal I
think he said it was called, by Rush.

"Why do I have to be the one?" I sighed.

"Huh?" Steve looked down at me and I turned my head a little to see
him.

"Why do I have to be the one to say no to Matt and Lance and
everybody else? I mean what if I did do stuff with them, and they got
jealous or something. Or thought I was like their girlfriend, not a guy
friend anymore. It would be all messed up."

"Yeah, don't ever date your friends." Scott strummed.
"Everybody knows that." He chuckled, but I was serious.

"So why do I have to say no and get everyone pissed at me?" I was
feeling sorry for myself again.

"Girls mature faster than guys." Steve suggested, as though there
were some rational explanation. "You been the only girl in this house
for 10 years..."

"The baby of the family." Scott chimed in and I could hear his
smile.

"So, probably you got more common sense than anybody else around
here. More than your friends anyway." Steve rubbed my shoulders
gently. "You don't have to look like a guy." And I wondered where
that came from.

"I want to look like a guy." I told him.

"He means you're the prettiest girl we've ever seen." Scott
laughed. "Probably the prettiest girl in Washington. I'm not even
into girls and I know that much."

"So? It ain't my fault." I was getting confused.

"I mean you can't look like a guy, Annie." Steve sighed a little
dramatically. "You're just gonna keep getting prettier and guys are
not going to leave you alone, or treat you like you got a dick, or
whatever. The world isn't like it is in this house. Hell, it isn't
even like it is here in Squinosha."

"That's a fact." Scott agreed.

"Half the people in this town won't ever get more than 50 miles
away, maybe to Spokane if they're lucky." Steve was speaking
urgently, like this was important. "But that ain't you, Annie. You
don't belong here, okay?"

"So what? I'm beautiful so I should move away?" I laughed.
"What are you talking about? I just wanna fix cars, drink beer, and
be a guy with my friends. I want to have guy sex, you know? I don't
wanna have babies someday, or go live someplace else with all the other
pretty girls." I was giggling because I had no clue.

"You need to be a girl." Scott said simply. Neither of my brothers
were laughing with me.

"I thought you were on my side." I shook my head.

"I am." Scott leaned closer, so we could see his face clearly and
he looked at Steve. "We both are. Be a girl on the outside, get
through school and then leave. That's what we're saying. You're a
guy on the inside, fine, but give your outside a chance."

"A chance? I hate my outside." I leaned closer to Scott too.
"You're lucky. You can be gay all you want and nobody is gonna try
to touch you where you don't wanna be touched. Nobody is gonna remind
you that you're just pretending, that you're stuck forever being
somebody else. I thought you knew, but you don't!"

"Ann..." Scott opened his mouth, but Steve spoke first.

"You're 14 years old." Steve sounded like my dad all of a sudden.
"You've had a crazy week. We all have, but it can't keep going,
okay? As much as you want it to, it can't. Mark knows now, so
David's gonna know, maybe Dad's gonna know. He ain't stupid,
he's got eyes and ears. Your friends are gonna know." I opened my
mouth to deny it, but Steve shook his head at me. "Cause you can't
keep a secret to save your life."

"Whole town's gonna know if you don't cool it." Scott was
agreeing and I just sat there in shock, more than anything else.

This wasn't the way the story was supposed to go! I was gonna have
sex with my brothers, be a guy with my friends, play football and learn
man fucking from Coach...And...And then what?

"We screwed up, all of us." Steve was rubbing my shoulders. "We
shouldn't have done what we did, Ann."

"Nobody's gonna know." I denied all common sense, rejected my
unhappy future totally. But it was weak.

"You're gay, alright." Scott tried a different approach, setting
his guitar aside for the moment. "So you're the same as every other
gay guy I ever knew."

"What do you mean? I'm not the same..."

"Yeah you are. People don't accept you the way you are. They
can't, okay? Because it scares them, or it makes no sense, or they
don't wanna admit they feel the same way, or whatever. The fact is
you gotta do what every gay guy has to do."

"What's that?" I was a little confused.

"Hide it away." Scott held out his hands, like he was presenting me
with the obvious. "Be what everybody expects on the outside, and
inside you be who you really are. You find the one person you really
like, the one person who understands, and when you're alone with him,
you can be whatever you want to be."

"So I gotta be a girl?" I looked down at my hands.

"That's what we were saying before, Ann." Steve spoke gently.
"You get along with the world, kid, the world don't get along with
you."

He was close. "You get along with the world, or the world gets along
without you." I muttered. "So I gotta do what?"

"Go shopping for one thing." Steve almost laughed, but he didn't.
"You need some new clothes. Grow your hair, stop playing
football..."

"I don't wanna..."

"Get a boyfriend." Scott did laugh. "At least you got that much
going for you. I had to date Nora Hanson." He made it sound like she
had leprosy.

I laughed at that, especially since I now knew Scott was gay. Nora had
been one of the prettiest girls in school. Cheerleader, homecoming
queen, class president. She was totally stuck up, especially on looks,
so she wanted the best looking boy for a boyfriend, naturally. Scott
finally agreed to go out with her and at the time I'd thought it was
just so she'd quit stalking him, but I guess it was pretty good
camouflage too.

"But a boyfriend..." I thought about that. It wouldn't be bad
kissing a guy, going out and doing stuff, touching him and, well, you
know. But then I tried to picture myself in a dress, walking in high
heels and wearing lipstick and the boy, whoever he was, he'd love my
dress, he'd love my shoes, and my pretty face. But he wouldn't love
me, would he? How could he when I wasn't any of those things at all?

"What if I don't?" I looked at Scott. "What if I just stay like
this. I tell everybody I'm a guy and if they don't like it,
that's just too bad?"

"Then you're going to be unhappy, mostly." Scott shrugged.

"Even more than you are now." Steve added, knowing what I was going
to say.

"Do I have to quit football?" I sighed. I really loved football.

"No." Steve laughed. "I guess not, since you're on the team and
everybody knows it."

I felt really tired by then. It had been a long, hard week with too
many late nights. Too much excitement. I wanted to close my eyes but I
still had to take care of Mark and David. I frowned at my big mouth,
wondering why my life had to be so stupid all the time.

Scott was back to his guitar, playing quietly and Steve just sat there
above me on the bed, gently rubbing my shoulders and not saying
anything. I shifted a little and finally pushed myself up, off the
floor.

"I better find Mark." I said, as much to myself as my brothers.

"I'll come with you." Steve offered, but I knew that was a bad
idea.

"No, he's pissed at you." I smiled at Steve and he nodded.
"It'll be okay."

Mark and David were already gone though, as were the Hudson girls.
Probably they'd all drive over to Beaverton to see a movie or go
bowling maybe, since that was all there was to do in Squinosha if there
wasn't a party someplace. The Hudson girls were older than me, so I
didn't really know them. Mark was a senior and so was Sherry, and
David was a junior, just like Jane. I wasn't exactly sure though
which of my brothers was dating which of the sisters, dumb as that
sounds. Sometimes Mark was with Sherry, sometimes with Jane, and the
same thing for David. But they were always together, the four of them.
It was one of life's little mysteries that I hadn't really bothered
with unraveling. I just hoped Mark and David would have fun, it would
make things a whole lot easier if they were in a good mood, you know?

The phone in the kitchen was ringing just as I was walking past it. We
only had one phone in the house. Daddy believed telephones were the
devil's own mischief machines, although he wasn't religious at all,
it was just what he told me once. Having one phone in the middle of the
house pretty much meant the devil had to use special codes, and we all
had fun deciphering the vague looks and cryptic half-sentences my
brothers resorted to when their girlfriends called. I hadn't really
been old enough to worry about such things, but now I really did have
secrets and for the first time I felt a little self-conscious...a
little voice was telling me that the call was for me. Or maybe it was
just the way my week had been; I'd come to expect weird things.

"Hello?" At least I was the only one in the kitchen.

"Is this Ann?" The voice at the other end was familiar, but I
didn't get it right away.

"Yeah. Who's this?" It wasn't one of my friends, I knew that
much, although I'd sort of been expecting one of them to call.

"It's me!" He sounded sort of surprised that I had to ask.
"Brian."

"Brian?" My heart actually skipped a beat, I think. "Hades?"
What did he want? "What do you want?" I didn't mean it to sound
so rude.

"Yeah. I want to see if you wanna come to a party." My eyes shot to
the doorway, but I was still alone. "So do you?"

"A party?" I lowered my voice a little, just in case. "Where?
It's late already."

"No it's not." He laughed and I licked my lips, thinking about
Brian's handsome face when he smiled. "It's at some guy's
house. Come on, it'll be fun."

"Some guy's house?" I laughed then too, cause it sounded stupid.
Everybody knows everybody in Squinosha. "I can't go by myself."

I didn't know what I was doing. I mean I did want to go, just to see
Brian, that would have been cool. But I didn't want to go either,
cause maybe he'd still be a dick and just try and get me drunk or
something so he could put a baby in my belly. I thought about Coach and
what he'd told me and it scared me. Thinking about being alone, or
sorta alone anyway, with Brian scared me too, even if he didn't try
anything, but I didn't know why.

"You ain't gonna be alone." Brian sounded really cheerful and I
thought maybe he'd already been at that party for awhile. "I'll
be here too!"

"No, I mean my brothers would kill me." I was shaking my head at
the phone. Daddy would kill me; my brothers would kill Brian, probably.

"Your brothers are here!" I could almost hear Brian's grin.
"Why do you think I'm calling?"

"Huh?"

"One of them said I should call you. Dave or Mark, I don't remember
which one, but he said you were home." He paused, but I didn't say
anything. "So...?"

I was trying to figure it out. None of my brothers had ever tried to
set me up with anyone, ever. If anything they all tried to keep me away
from boys and dates. Now Mark, or David maybe, was telling Brian Hades
to call me? Maybe Mark was worried cause I was home with Steve and
Scott and Henry. Maybe it was his way of getting me out of the house so
we could talk? That seemed pretty deep, but Mark was pretty smart.
David too. A lot smarter than I was.

But what if they hadn't meant for Brian to ask me to come? They'd
be super pissed if I showed up at some party all by myself, even if I
told them I knew they'd be there. Maybe one of them had just
mentioned me in passing to Brian, like 'Oh, Annie? Yeah, she's
home.' And then forgot all about him. That seemed much more likely to
my confused little brain.

"C'mon, please Ann? I just wanna be friends, okay?" Brian sounded
sincere and I wanted to be friends too. But mostly I just wanted to see
him again.

"Okay, where is it?" I asked, but I suspected that what I was
really asking for was just another big helping of trouble.

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End of chapter four

Rachael Ross
rache696@yahoo.com

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