"If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stomping on a human face - forever."
"Ford's in his flivver, all's well with the world."
The year ended, like they all do. Another year followed, and then another.
It was now two and a half years after the Robinson's first taping The entire world's population had also been turned into tape slaves, the last ones joining a year ago. No longer was there any need for secrecy. The Community Centers were in every town and village now, large and small. People regularly went to them to receive tape instructions, which were carried out with absolute obedience.
The world remained much as it had been before, though, with some few exceptions. In the early days, people were programmed for absolute sexual fidelity with their family members and close friends. As the number of tape slaves increased, people could go to a Community Center and, with all parties present, mutually petition to have each other included in their 'sex circle' as they were called. Usually these petitions were approved instantly, the only refusals were made if one of the partners was carrying a disease. Gina Robinson had friends who, meeting each other at parties and hitting it off, would go directly to a Center, have themselves approved for sex, return to the party and then fuck each other's brains out, all within an hour. By now, most of the kids had several hundred people in their sex circle, their were some, like young Lisa Robinson, with over a thousand.
Rape and domestic abuse were becoming a quaint anachronism. No one could ever harm anyone inside their sex circle, nor be in any way sexual with anyone on the outside. Sex and violence had been completely separated from each other. Prostitution still existed, but since all the ladies were tape slaves, and wouldn't have sex with anyone not in their circle, special Centers had been set up in red light districts to provide instant approval for the girls and their johns. Mostly, only people who had a special fetish for hookers or rich people with money to burn would pay for something that virtually everyone else now got for free. Though a few with exceptional beauty or talents could still demand top dollar for their services.
One almost never saw a homeless person wandering the streets anymore either. Among the last to be made tape slaves, they had all been rounded up and brought to Community Centers during the final stage of what was now referred to as "The Gathering." There, they were fed, clothed, taped and offered a job working at one of the new Centers opening all over the world. Most took the offer, though a few still chose to return to the streets to beg. Some wondered why they weren't just taped to want to join the Centers.
Drug addiction was declining, too. While addicts were allowed to continue using drugs if they wanted to, anyone who presented himself at a Community Center and asked for help was happily obliged and taped to remove all cravings for drugs. In the case of some addictions, like heroin, the person might be kept until the physical withdrawal symptoms had subsided. But all left the Centers completely recovered, never to even consider taking drugs again. A few governments were currently running campaigns in their countries to have everyone taped to refuse drugs, but even if they could have gotten some kind of law passed, it would have done no good. Early on, the Community Centers had been granted complete sovereignty over their own grounds, like foreign embassies, and their employees complete immunity from any prosecution. No government on earth was allowed to enter one, even with a warrant.
Life for the most part went on as before. People still got born, lived their lives, died, and tried to make the best of it. They fell in love, married, had kids, cheated on their taxes, made friends and enemies, stole from each other, killed each other in wars. When people separated or divorced, one or both might petition a Center to have their personal circle dissolved. These requests were always granted, regardless of the feelings of the other party, no questions asked, though the injunctions against violence were never removed. Once you had loved somebody, you could never hurt them again.
And the biggest mystery of all still remained. Who were the people behind the tape players? Why had they never come forward? What were their ultimate plans? That question remained a perennial favorite on talk shows, but despite endless speculation, no one had ever reported making any kind of contact with an "Overlord" as they were called.
"Love is too young to know what conscience is."
"A new commandment I give unto you, that ye love one another."
Gina Robinson, now a high school senior, complete with driver's license, drove her mother's car to see Hannah Bliss, home from college for Christmas. Gina had matured into a pretty young woman, though you had to look hard to see it. Her eyes were no longer quite so wide and innocent looking, she had grown both up and out. She now wore glasses and kept her blonde hair cut short. She dressed modestly. tending towards pants or long dresses and long sleeved blouses, even during the warm Southern Californian summers. She was studious and kept straight A's in school, but was considered something of a prude. She didn't have a lot of people in her circle, only about a hundred.
Gina parked in front of the house, walked up to the front door, and rang the bell. A middle aged, redheaded woman answered. She wore a sports bra, tights, and running shoes. That was all. Gina noticed her red pubic hair had been trimmed into an neat arrow pointing down to an otherwise bald pussy.
"Hello Mrs. Bliss," Gina said. "Is Hannah home?"
"Hello Gina. Yes, she's upstairs with Irene in her room. Go on up. I'm going running. Bye!" Mrs. Bliss ran out the door and started jogging down the block.
Gina went upstairs and entered Hannah's room. Hannah was lying on her bed, with Irene Taylor on top of her. giving mutual oral pleasure. Hannah and Irene had been lovers ever since their first taping, almost four years ago. Friends since early childhood, they soon became passionate lovers, doing everything together. The joke around school was if you wanted to find either of them, the best place to look was between the other's legs. All through high school their sex circles had been identical, they insisted that if you wanted to be approved with one, you had to be approved with the other. Except for their family members Gina couldn't think of anyone who had fucked either of them one on one. Hannah was a year older than Irene and, of course, had asked Irene to be her date for the senior prom. When Hannah graduated last year she almost didn't go to college, because she'd have to leave her lover behind. After some rather painful episodes, a solution was reached. Hannah secretly proposed to Irene, giving her an engagement ring and swearing to come back and marry her. Tearfully, Irene said goodbye to her sweetheart and Hannah was packed off back east to study architecture. Irene moped for weeks. Gina, feeling sorry for Irene, spent some nights with her after that, helping her get by without her lover. Irene would ask Gina to wear a red wig and pretend to be Hannah in bed. Gina enjoyed helping out, though she found Irene to be a little sex-crazed. Come to think of it, having had fucked the pair of them many times over the last year, she found them both a little sex-crazed.
As she stood there, they munched on each other's dripping snatches. They had obviously been going at it for some time. Gina smelled the strong aroma of girl sex hanging in the room. "Knock, knock," she said eventually.
Irene looked up, smiling. Her face was covered with Hannah's plentiful juices. "Mmmmm. Fresh meat!"
"Gina!" Hannah pushed Irene off of her "C'mon, love. Put it back in your pants." Of course, neither of them were wearing pants, or much else for that matter. Hannah jumped up and ran to Gina. Throwing her arms around her she gave her a long, passionate hug while she showered her face with kisses. "Oh you're even prettier now than when I left."
Hannah was probably being polite, but Gina felt accepted the compliment graciously. "Thank you. How's college treating you?"
"Not as well as Irene has been, since I got back. So come tell me everything and everyone you've been doing while I've been gone." She led Gina to the bed and they sat down. Irene lay back and masturbated while they chatted about things.
"So Gina, are you seeing anyone steady yet?"
Gina sighed "No, Hannah."
"Hmmm. Well now that I'm back, I'll see if I can't find someone for you." Hannah had set Gina up on dates with a number of boys and girls during her tenure at Falcon Hill High. Gina had felt that the kids her own age were usually interested in only one thing, which she didn't mind giving them, but she felt somehow unfulfilled afterwards. The relationships seldom lasted longer than a few weeks. Hannah, undeterred, saw Gina as a 'project'.
Gina said, "Actually, for the last few months, I've been spending most of my free time servicing that nymphomaniac you call a fiancee."
Hannah looked back at Irene, sliding Hannah's vibrator deep inside her with one hand while she fingered her clit with the other. "Irene, you naughty little girl!" She said in a mock tone of disapproval.
Irene, though a good half foot taller then her lover, was definitely the more submissive partner. Her hands froze, the vibrator still humming deep inside her, and looked up at Hannah sheepishly. "I can't help it! You know how much I need to have it! Besides we never promised to not fuck anyone else."
"That's true." Hannah agreed, reflectively.
"So who's been inside you these last few months?" Irene asked, gaining momentum.
"What an impertinent question! I think you've been a naughty, nasty girl while I've been gone." Hannah paused, then said slyly, "I think you need to be taught a lesson."
Irene's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Oh yes! A lesson!" She pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and set it on the bed next to her. She leaned over to Hannah's night table, opened the drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. With practiced ease, she snapped a cuff on one hand, brought her hands behind her back, and leaning back, locked her free hand in the other cuff. She lay back on the bed, arms trapped behind her and looked to her lover expectantly.
Hannah took the hem of Gina's blouse and gently began to pull it from her skirt. "Gina, would you please tell me exactly what you've been doing with this slut. I need to find out just how naughty she's been before I decide what to do with her."
Gina, drawn into the spirit of the moment, felt a wetness developing between her legs. Helping Hannah pull the blouse up over her head, she spoke. "Well, first she'd call me and start telling me how lonely she was, and horny, and how she needed my help."
Hannah snorted "Hmph. Typical. Please, go on," Hannah prompted, undoing the buttons on her long dress skirt.
"So I get there, and she's in her room all red-eyed like she's been crying. I take her in my arms and she starts bawling, saying she thinks that you don't love her anymore, that you've found someone else."
Hannah finished the last button and now slowly pulled the skirt from Gina's legs. It lay in a pile on the rug. "Did she say that? Irene, honey. What am I going to do with you?"
"I can explain. She was..." Irene said meekly.
Hannah interrupted "Slut! Too late for explanations!" Turning back to Gina she winked, then said calmly, "I'm sorry. You were saying?"
Gina stood and removed her panties and bra "So I calm her down and wipe away her tears. She says you write her and call her all the time, but she just knows it's an act. That you're secretly hoping she'll lose interest in you so you can find someone better."
Hannah turned back to the handcuffed girl. "Someone better, eh? Someone who's not such a fucking whore slut! Is that what you think I'm doing? Finding someone who's not such a pussy, like you?"
Irene swallowed hard, then started, "I..."
Hannah jumped up "Did I ask you to speak!!?" Irene clamped her mouth shut. Hannah leaned over the bed, bringing her face close to Irene's. "Did I? Answer me!" she yelled.
Irene's chin was trembling, tears welling in her eyes. "No." was all she could say. Hannah pulled away and paced the room looking mad as hell. Her thighs, wet from the juices running down her legs gave her away a little, but she continued. "All right, twat, let's get to the bottom of this!" With a deep breath she turned back to the now nude Gina. "Gina," she asked politely as Miss Manners, "I want to thank you for telling me about this. You're a good friend. Still, I think I need you to show me some of the things you two did together. Could you do that for me, please?"
Gina, who always got off on Hannah and Irene's little dom/sub games, was now quite ready to show her exactly what she and Irene had done together. "Well, it was like this. First I get on top of her, like this." She got on the bed and lay down on Irene. "She asks me to play with her nipples, just like you do." She took Irene's chocolate brown nipples in her hands and began rubbing and swirling her thumbs around them. "She closes her eyes and says it feels just like you. So I start pinching them, just like I've seen you do to her." She took both nipples in her fingers and squeezed. Irene's nipples grew even harder as she continued.
Gina took the vibrator from the bed and started running it along her own nipples. "I see. So you've got the bitch by the nips, and you've got her all hot and heavy. What happens then?"
"So then I move down her body and start to rub our pussys against each other." Gina sat up and moved back.. She took Irene's legs and holding them up, she pressed herself into her. "And as I start rubbing her, she starts screaming 'Do me, Hannah! Make me cum!' You know, stuff like that." Gina humped herself against Irene's hairless pussy, both girl's clits exposed and swollen.
"Hannah? She called you Hannah?"
"Mmph. That's right, Hannah." Gina's lust took over and she fucked the poor handcuffed girl mercilessly.
Hannah climbed onto the bed and positioned herself over Irene's face. "I see the problem now! This fucking whore can't seem to tell us apart. Well, we're just going to have to teach her which one is which." She brought herself down onto her lover's face. Irene, unable to think anything anymore, smelled that familiar pussy pushed down onto her nose, and rubbed her tongue against Hannah's clitoris. The juices ran down the sides of her face. "Feel this, bitch? This is Hannah. This is my sloppy cunt in your face, slut! Oh, yeah. keep licking, don't you fucking stop, do you hear me?! Gina's got your fucking twat, while I've got your face." Hannah took the vibrator, still in her hand, and played it over Irene's nipples. She rocked her hips back and forth, emphasizing each word she shouted out "Oh. Yeah. Lick Hannah. Fuck Gina. Lick Hannah. Fuck. Oh. Lesson... Lick. Lick. Fuuuuuck!" Hannah came violently, drenching Irene, filling her mouth with her sweet, salty girl cum. This pushed Irene over the edge, and she pushed her hips up into Gina, who knowing that the other two girls were cumming, also climaxed. The room was filled with cries of sweet agony.
"So then she shows me the ring you bought her and some of your letters, and reads them to me. We cuddle up and fall asleep together after that."
"Awww, that's so sweet." Hannah brushed a stray lock of hair from Irene's peaceful face and kissed her tenderly on the lips."
Gina watched the pair kissing, observing how perfectly suited they seemed. A feeling of melancholia descended on her. She knew that she always had a standing invitation to join them, she loved them and they loved her, but she would never be able to go all the way to that private place they shared together. Happy for them, she dispaired for herself. Watching, she felt a tear welling up in her eye. Turning away from them, she gazed at the sky outside through the window. Her eyes lost their focus, staring into the blue nothingness. She let her sadness wash through her. Always an outsider, she thought, always looking through the window. She withdrew into herself, pulling her legs up against her chest and silently wallowed in her self-pity.
Hannah and Irene stopped kissing and looked at the poor girl sharing their bed, if not their innermost hearts. Looking back to each other, they shared a look that both could read: 'We really gotta find someone for her.' Hannah nodded.
Gina felt a hand on her shoulder. "Gina honey, are you OK?" Gina's eyes were closed and she seemed to be sobbing. Moody bitch, thought Hannah. Why does she torture herself like that? One guy she had set him up with last year later confided to her that he found Gina a little baffling. "It's like she pulls you toward her with one arm while she pushes you away with the other. If she wants somebody, fine, if not, also fine. But Jeez, I wish she'd make up her mind already! Nothing personal, Hannah," he said, "I like her. She's really smart, and pretty good in bed. But I just can't figure her out." Hannah wished she could help her, but was at a loss what to do.
One thing she did know. When Gina got into one of her moods, the best thing to do was to leave her alone for a while. Hannah and Irene crept off the bed and went to the bathroom to shower. They washed and dried each other's young, firm bodies and returned, wearing soft terrycloth robes. Gina's crying had played itself out by now and she lay there, flipping rapidly through one of Hannah's teen magazines, barely even looking at it.
"Gina honey, we're going to a party later." Irene said, trying to raise Gina's spirits. "Lots of really cute guys! You want to come with us?"
"Whatever. I don't care." Gina replied without looking up, still flipping pages. Smiling, the two girls dropped their robes and jumped on top of her. Irene, bigger and stronger than Gina, held her down while Hannah tickled her. Gina screamed and fought fiercely, but was held down firmly by Irene, while Hannah's fingers dug into her ribs, under her arms. Laughing uncontrollably, Gina squirmed, "Knock it off! Stop, please!"
"Not until you promise to come with us."
"Stop! All right, I'll come."
Hannah stopped her attack. "Promise?"
Gina sighed. "I promise."
"OK Irene, let her go." Irene released her while Hannah pulled her close and hugged her. "Now, wasn't that easy?"
"Bitch," Gina said, petulantly.
"Absolutely! C'mon, It'll be fun. Maybe you'll meet somebody really nice."
"Yeah, right."
"Girl, you got to learn to roll with the punches.. Keep trying. And for Christ's sake, cheer up!"
Smiling in spite of herself, Gina gave Hannah a dig in the ribs, making her squirm. "Well that's for tickling me!" Hannah stuck out her tongue at Gina. She could always bring her around again after one of her blue times, that was one of the reasons she liked her so much. She had also grown closer to Irene during the last few months. If only they hadn't found each other, she thought. That brought back a sliver of the depression she had felt earlier, but she pushed it back down with a shake of her head. "I told my mom I'd be home for dinner."
"Go ahead. We'll pick you up around eight."
"The meaning of life is that it stops."
"May you live all the days of your life."
When Gina returned home she found Mindy, her mother, in the kitchen bent over the kitchen table. An old man wearing a cap with a rooster comb on the top was driving his erect penis in and out of her.
It was Mr. Withers, one of the Robinson's neighbors from down the block. A few months ago his wife had passed away, and he had gone a little mad from grief and senility. Now he was convinced that he was a rooster and all the women on the block were his chickens. He was totally harmless and the ladies on the block felt sorry for him. So they all had themselves approved for sex with him. He would show up about once a week or so and, always wearing that ridiculous cap, proceed to screw each lady in the house he had been approved for. He always entered her from behind, and only lasted a few seconds before he pulled out and shot his load on the lady's backside.
Cumming almost at once he shouted "Cock! Cock! Cock a doodle doo!" and spurted his wad onto Mindy's lower back The woman grabbed a dish rag and wiped up the goo. Tossing the rag back on the table, she gave Gina a weak smile and left the room hurriedly. Gina thought she seemed a little nervous, or worried, or something. I wonder what's bothering her, she reflected.
The man crowed again, this time at Gina. "Come on, little chicky. There's plenty left for you." He stood there running his hand along his cock. Gina smiled, sorry for the poor, old man. She pulled off her panties and assumed the same position as had her mother, spreading her legs and bending over the table, throwing her long dress over her head. The man slid into her, gave her a few rapid shoves, then pulled out and splashed his seed on Gina's buttocks. The man crowed again, pulled up his shorts and left, without a word to anyone.
Gina wiped herself up and pulled her panties back on. She remembered the tragic look of shock he had worn at the wife's funeral. Married for forty years, now suddenly alone, he seemed to be ready to die himself, if only to rejoin his beloved Edith. He was too numb to cry, so Gina cried for him. He withdrew into his house in the days that followed, hardly ever emerging. Now he seemed to be happy, if a trifle confused. During his more lucid moments he was a charming and interesting fellow. Gina often stopped to chat with him as he watered his lawn or tended his garden. He had traveled and done much during his life and loved to relate his experiences.
Gina went upstairs and showered. She put on a pair of white panties with only a hint of lace around the top. She pulled on some long sweats and a loose fitting top with long sleeves then went downstairs to do some studying.
Her brother, Kevin, was sitting on the living room couch. Now a freshman in high school, he was popular with the other freshmen. He wore his sandy blonde hair long and shaggy, and his formerly silly grin had turned positively goofy. He wrestled and worked out and was developing a nice muscular body, but was still as mellow and easy-going as anyone you'd want to meet. Joey Hebert, a fellow freshman, was sitting close to him. Kevin ran his fingers over Joey's chin.
"Feel it! A hair. I'm growing a beard." Joey said.
Kevin peered and felt. "I don't see anything." Kevin pulled him closer.
"Right there!"
"Oh yeah, I see it." Kevin's fingers traced circles around Joey's chin and lips. Joey's lips parted and Kevin's index finger slowly moved into his mouth. Joey slowly sucked on the finger, which Kevin slid deeper and deeper. Now Joey brought his hand up and inserted his finger into Kevin's mouth. They sucked on each other, rubbing their cheeks together, feeling for that elusive first hair.
Gina sat in the easy chair and started reading a textbook on Sociology. She swiftly scanned the pages. As she did, each word and illustration was instantly impressed into her mind. She could still recall with almost perfect clarity every textbook she had ever read since the day she first became a tape slave. She often wondered how it was possible and, since it obviously was, why hadn't everyone been altered in this way.
The two boys were kissing now, lips locked in a wide open-mouthed french kiss. Their tongues slurped against each other, their hands moved over each other's bodies. The head of Joey's erect cock pushed it's way past the top of his shorts. Kevin reached down and began running his thumb and forefingers along the head. Joey ran his own hand along Kevin's firm, strong legs, finally reaching up through the bottom of his shorts to feel his balls. Kevin let his legs spread wide to give Joey better access to his privates while he reached his hand into his friend's pants and, after spreading the lubrication oozing from the tip of his cock around the head with his thumb, he slowly pulled the skin up and down, which caused Joey to moan.
"Mmmmm. That's fantastic. You sure know how to get me hard, Kevin." Joey's hand snaked further up Kevin's pant leg and stroked him, making his shorts tent up while a small spot of wetness appeared in the front. "Are you gonna leave those on all day, or what?" he asked..
Kevin grinned at his school chum and, lifting his hips, he pushed the shorts down over Joey's arm. Joey, now wearing Kevin's shorts on one arm, reached up and began stroking Kevin's dick with growing speed. Kevin lay back on the couch and closed his eyes as his penis was pleasured. "Ooooh, I'm gonna cum soon," he murmured.
Joey brought his head down and took Kevin's five inches all the way into his mouth. Kevin ran his hands though Joey's brown hair as his saliva covered cock was tended to by Joey's tongue and teeth. Kevin's breathing grew deep and rapid now while Joey pulled the dick deep down his throat. His body twitched and his balls contracted as he shot a thick stream of semen down into his classmate's stomach. Joey continued to suck and swallow, getting every drop into his mouth.
As Kevin relaxed, Joey pulled his cock out of his mouth with a wet sounding pop. Kevin's red, engorged penis lay twitching on his stomach while Joey leaned over Kevin. Letting his mouth open over his friend's, a big glob of Kevin's cum dripped from Joey's mouth into the other boy's. They kissed deeply, spreading the white goo over each other's lips and tongues.
After a while, they finished between them the last of Kevin's sperm and Joey sat up, pulling Kevin up with him. He pulled the front of his shorts down, exposing his hard member. "OK, my turn!" Gina's brother bent down and slurped and licked Joey's erection, spitting and rubbing so as to cover it with a thick coating of his own saliva.
"You ready, yet?" Kevin asked, looking up into his friend's lust clouded eyes.
"Uh huh," the other grunted. Climbing off the couch to his knees, Kevin grinned and turned over, letting his legs fall from the couch. He faced into it, his knees resting wide apart on the rug.
Joey followed his friend off the couch and placed his slick penis against the opening to Kevin's ass. Swirling it around, he soon spread a layer of moisture around the pucker. Kevin sighed. "Go ahead, I'm ready," he said, lowering his head to the cushions.
Joey slowly invaded Kevin's willing ass, pushing his head in an inch or so, then pulling out. He repeated the maneuver, pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust. Kevin's body shook. He groaned, "Yeah, that's it. Deeper, put it all in."
Joey pushed himself completely into Kevin's anus, then rocked his hips, fucking his friend deeply up the ass. "You like this?" He asked, pushing himself fully inside.
Kevin grimaced and gave a cry,. "Nnnnnnph. You kidding? I love it!" Joey reached under Kevin and held his shoulders while alternately backing out and pulling himself deep within his buddy's hole.
The two fucked like rabbits for a few minutes, then Joey pushed hard and came, shooting his seed deep inside Kevin. He pushed deep into Gina's brother with each spasm, while he clutched the pillows and buried his head into the cushions, muffing his screams.
Both satisfied, for now, Joey pulled out and the boys lay on the rug, kissing and feeling each other's pubic hairs. "You sure do have a lot a hair down here," Kevin observed.
As the boys continued to fondle each other, Gina finished the book and set it down. She sat for a few minutes, digesting the information that had been absorbed into her mind. Most of the information was old news to her, but there were some interesting angles on how it had been presented. People lived in groups or circles, the book explained, ever widening out, like waves in a pond. The inner circle was one's immediate family, just outside that was one's friends and relatives, outside of that, the neighborhood, church, then the community and so on. Of course the book has been written before the taping of the human race, so it used the word 'community' in a far different context than the world knew it today.
She watched her brother and his friend, feeling each other's crotches to see who had the most pubic hair, and wondered if they ever had the same feelings of alienation from the world that she felt. Probably not, she decided. Her brother was a carefree and happy soul, extroverted and friendly. He just meanders through life, she thought, grinning and greeting the world with his arms wide open. He had already included a lot of kids from high school in his sex circle, both male and female, and embraced all with a warm, easygoing sense of companionship. At times, she wished she was more like that herself, but then her dark side would come back. What's the use of other people, she'd say to him, they'll just hurt you. But he would just grin, shrug his shoulders and say, "Sometimes. But not always."
Their mother entered the room. "Joey," she said, "It's time for you to go home now."
The boys sat up and pulled their shorts back on. "OK Mrs. Robinson. Hey Kevin, my mom's driving me to the mall tomorrow. Want to come along?"
Kevin grinned. "Cool!"
"I'll see you tomorrow then. Bye Mrs. Robinson. Bye Gina."
Gina was yanked out of her thoughts. "Later, Joey." Kevin walked his friend to the front door then ran upstairs.
"You wash up now, young man, dinner's almost done. Gina, would you set the table?" She gave Gina that same nervous look she had seen earlier.
"Sure, mom. Is everything all right?"
"Everything's fine, dear. Now set the table, please. Your father will be home in a little bit."
Gina got a sponge from the kitchen and proceeded to wipe down the dining room table. After spreading a tablecloth and returning from the kitchen with the plates, her younger sister, Lisa Robinson entered with some silverware and began arranging it also. Lisa wore nothing but knee high boots and a large, transparent, red wrap that hung around her shoulders and hung down to her hips. She was naked underneath it. Now thirteen and not yet five feet tall, she was maturing into an exceptional beauty and she knew it. She had an elfish face with those same wide, innocent eyes that Gina had at her age plus a cute button nose and full, pouty lips. Her breasts had grown some, but were still small, with tiny nipples that pointed almost straight up. Her long red-black hair hung straight down almost to her butt, her dark pussy hair was shaved into a little heart. She oozed sex from every pore in her body. Even barefoot, her narrow hips swished when she walked. In an age when everybody had multiple sex partners, she was, incredibly, considered loose. Boys and girls flocked to her and she gave her hot little body up to them with complete abandon, fucking them in pairs, trios, the more the merrier. She had over a thousand people in her sex circle, and the number was growing by leaps and bounds. The people at the Community Center all knew her by name and joked with her. "We ought to set up a Center at your home. That would save you a lot of trips back and forth here."
Gina felt a familiar twinge of lust for her sister as they set the table together. She has that effect on everybody, she thought. No one could resist her charms, she had a sixth sense about what turned people on and made full use of it. For some, she would be childlike and submissive, for others an aggressive seductress, whatever the occasion demanded. Knowing how to get whatever she wanted by using her body, she relished the sense of power that was hers.
When the table was set, Gina sat down in one of the chairs. Lisa slithered over and sat on Gina's lap, facing away. Grinding her tiny bottom into Gina's lap she cooed. "Been thinking about me, sis?"
Gina, smelling her little sister's sweet, perfumed body, began losing control of herself, She took a handful or long, soft hair and held it to her nose, inhaling deeply, smelling the clean scent of shampoo. She began to run her other hand along her sister's smooth, perfect shoulders. Her nipples grew hard. "What are you doing tonight, kiddo?" she asked.
"Dance school." Lisa had talked mom and dad into ballet lessons, she was pretty good at it. She purred like a kitten and spread her legs apart. Gina lightly ran her fingertip around Lisa's perfect pussy lips. She was getting hot.
Suddenly, Lisa stood up, turned around and kissed her sister. Pulling back, she said, "Tonight, sis. I'll be waiting." She skipped out of the room, leaving Gina simmering from unfulfilled desire.
"Shit!" she thought. "Fucking little tease!" That was Lisa's way, to get someone's juices flowing, then pull back. She was a fisherman of love, reel them in, give them a little line, then reel in some more. There was no malice involved, she had simply learned that it would make the inevitable mating that much more exciting. It was also how she exerted control, using her body to wrap other people around her little finger. Only with Kevin, who had deflowered her almost three years ago, did she lose control. When they fucked, it was always she who came first, begging for more. Kevin could last a good couple of hours or so, but no one man could outlast Lisa. Maybe that was why she ran from person to person so frantically. She was looking for a replacement for her darling brother. Wondering if Lisa ever felt those same dark feelings that she had, she was interrupted by her mother bringing in bowls of food.
"Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value from joy you must have someone to divide it with."
"Come now my loyal subject, why do you look so sad? Have you forgotten the penalty for being unhappy?"
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Matt Leher switched the vibrator on and ran it in and out of Eddie Stanton's rectum.
Eddie Stanton ran a feather over Betty Vine's pussy, causing her bound body to squirm with laughter.
Betty Vine lay on her back, her arms tied firmly to her sides, while the wet, hot hole of Mary Young rubbed against her face.
Mary Young alternately caressed and gently squeezed the balls of Tony Alverez while she kissed his buttocks, laying down a motif red lipstick marks.
The party was in full swing.
A chorus of kids sat around them, cheering and providing a running commentary. Suddenly, Betty Vine climaxed loudly. Her pussy muscles contracted and her mouth formed a round 'O' shape. "Oh... oh... oh yeah! Oh, I'm cumming!" Her arms bound tightly to her, she kicked her legs, banging the soles of her feet on the rug. When she settled down, a couple of kids came forward and carried her out of the loop. Eddie Stanton and Mary Young moved together to relink the chain.
Eddie began using his devilish feather on Mary's eager body. "One more down, seven left to go. Mary, I got your number, you're mine!"
"Why don't you put your feather where your mouth is, stud!" Mary laughed back.
This was a popular game at kids parties. Sort of a cross between musical chairs and an orgy. As people orgasmed, they were removed from the chain. The last one left was the winner. Or the loser, depending on your point of view.
One by one the kids dropped out of the chain. This chain had been formed in alphabetical order. Several kids who had lost (or won) early were either masturbating as they watched the game, or paired off and screwed each other.
Mary knew Eddie's skill with the feather. She tried to put him out of her mind and concentrate on Tony in front of her. But she was very ticklish and knew she wouldn't last long. Fortunately for Mary, Eddie lasted even less. Kneeling, with his elbows on the rug, with Matt's face between his legs, his anus was burning under the ministrations of the vibrator. Knowing that he was close, Matt took his cock in hand. Giving it a few swift strokes he pulled the tool out of his ass and rubbed it back and forth on his balls, while aiming the cock at his open mouth. That was all it took for Eddie who came hard, cum spurting out his cock and covering Matt's tongue and lips. Matt moved his head up and slurped every last drop of the milky fluid from the tip. Eddie fell to his side when his prick stopped pulsing and was dragged out of the chain. Matt moved up behind Mary and set forth to repeat his performance.
Wendy loved her brother's cock. She loved everything about it, the feel, the smell, the taste. When they had been kids they had fought like cats and dogs. They still did, but now the fights had a tendency to turn into terrific sessions of shattering sex. They'd roll around on the floor, each trying to gain an advantage over the other, until their mom told them to take it outside. Wendy loved it when she pinned her brother to the ground and forced her hand between his legs. He'd squirm and twist against her, until she would have him laying there limp with exhaustion and panting with lust. Then she'd pull off her pants and push his choice cock into her eager pussy, sucking face with him until they both exploded in titanic climaxes. Her thoughts were making her hot, always a fatal mistake in a chain. Her pussy began to contract around Tony's long, thick organ and she whimpered helplessly as the orgasms poured through her.
Zach lay on his back and fingered Gloria's twat. He felt a large hand wrap itself around his hard cock. It was Tony. Like a lot of boys at school, Zach was a little overwhelmed by Tony's masculinity. He was big and strong, had started shaving at 14 and was a letterman in three sports. His manliness seemed to make his male sex partners seem feminine in comparison. Tony was a nice guy to hang with, if you liked machismo. In an earlier age, he would have been a classic case of denial, overcompensating for his unconscious desires with a swaggering attitude and an exaggerated hostility for homosexuality. Tony took his ten inch stick and lay it alongside Zach's six incher. Taking both their cocks in his large hand, he stroked them together and ran his other hand over Zach's body, feeling the tensing muscles in his arms and chest. Tony's big pole reminded him of his father's, he thought. Zach felt an indescribable feeling wash through him, his legs wrapped around each other, and his balls tightened, causing him to splash stream after stream onto his stomach.
Mary was pleased with the way her party was going. All the kids here were included in each other's sex circles, she had made sure of that. Most of the kids around here were really popular in school. There were a few nerds and geeks here, too, but she found that they often served up the best cock and pussy you could find. Not that she hung with them in school or anything like that, but it was hard to snub somebody once you'd had your brains fucked out by them. Like was happening to her now. Matt flipped the vibrator to the highest setting and plunged it into her pussy like a man possessed. He knew he had to hurry, his own blood was beginning to boil. He brought his head down to Mary's clit and sucked it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. His temples were throbbing as he felt his orgasm approaching. Mary was ready to come also. Matt squeezed his eyes shut tightly and dumped a load of semen down Gloria's throat while Mary grabbed his head and pressed it hard against her cunt and drenched him with her own come juice.
Now it was down to Tony Alverez and Gloria Hobbes. Tony lay on his back with Gloria sucking and jacking him off like a complete nympho. Tony flicked Gloria's clit with his tongue and fucked both her pussy and her ass with his first two fingers. Finally Gloria, no longer able to hold back her desire, came with a thunderous shout, losing control of her body and splashing Tony's face with her nectar. Tony raised both fists in the air in triumph as an ovation of yeahs and applause filled the room.
Gloria slid off of her lover and crawled away to mope and recover. A dozen kids came to Tony and, as one, settled down to give him his reward. Tony felt his whole body being pleasured. People were kissing his mouth, blowing hot, wet breaths into his ears, sucking his nipples, running hands through his hairy chest. There was a girl bouncing on his cock while two others humped themselves on his legs. Every so often they switched places. He held a stone hard penis in each hand while the owners rocked themselves back and forth. As they came they moved forward to splash their cum onto his hairy torso. Then a new dick would find its way into his free hand. Tony was on fire! He felt his sperm rising up through his cock, preparing to shoot it's way skyward. Sonya Stuart, the girl who happened to be riding him at the time, pulled off of him and gave him a few swift strokes. Tony's first burst of white flew two feet into the air and fell over his head. His shot a half dozen more streams, landing all over him and onto the eager bodies of the teenagers attacking his hot, sexy body.
"OK Tony," Mary said, holding two bags closed and shaking them, "First your prize." Tony reached into the bag and pulled out a card and handed it to Mary, who glanced at it.. "Drumroll, please... OK Tony, you get.... nipple clamps!"
"Damn," said Zach Graves. "I wanted the nipple clamps."
Mary Young pulled an elastic cord with small alligator clips attached to each end. Clipping each end onto one of Tony's erect nipples, the cord stretched a bit, pulling Tony's furry pects together.
"Ouch! Mary watch out for the hairs."
"Sorry. Now you may have the honors." Tony held one hand over his eyes and pulled a slip of paper from the second bag. "'Arrange by shoe size'", he announced. "'Ladies get a plus one size handicap.'"
Kids began lining up and sorting themselves into the proper order for this round. A few who had been in the kitchen came out to join in the fun.
The doorbell rang. Mary Young tapped her partners and pulled out of the chain. "I'm out this round." Pulling a thin robe around herself she went to open the door. Hannah and Irene stood there. She invited them in.
"Hannah! Welcome back, girl. Hey, it's about time you two got here! You're missing all the good parts."
The girls burst into tears and threw themselves into Mary's arms. "Oh Mary," Irene sobbed.
"What's the matter?" By now people close by had stopped their activities and were looking curiously at the trio.
Hannah looked at Mary, her face a mask of horror, "It's Gina Robinson. We were going to bring her along with us."
"Gina?"
The family had finished dinner, and were enjoying the dessert when Frank Robinson cleared his throat and tapped his glass with his fork.
"OK, family meeting, everyone." All eyes turned to him. He sat there for a moment collecting his thoughts. "Um, well..." He paused then went on again. "Kids, there's just no easy way to say this, so I might as well give it to you straight. Your mother and I have decided to split up."
The room was deadly quiet for a long time. Gina felt a strawberry flavored wave of nausea pass through her.
Finally Kevin, who had, for once, lost his grin, asked the inevitable question, "Why? Don't you love us anymore?"
"No, no no! Don't ever think that! You kids are the most precious things in our lives. Never doubt that for an instant!" He held out his arms and gathered Kevin up, hugging him tightly. "I love you all more than anything in the whole wide world. But you see son, your mother and I..., well..., we just can't live together anymore."
Kevin still looked worried, "I love you too, dad. But what's going to happen?"
"Well, for now I'm going to move out and get an apartment downtown and Mindy and you kids'll stay here. I'll still see you kids all the time, and you can come stay with me nights and weekends." He looked tenderly into his son's face. "And we'll talk on the phone and I'll still come to all your baseball games."
Kevin's grin returned, a little weak. "You don't come to all my games now."
"Well then I'm gonna start!"
Gina continued to sit there, numb. Lisa suddenly asked, "Does this mean you'll be leaving each other's sex circle?" Gina jumped as though she'd been slapped and stared at her little sister. "I mean, if any of my friends found out that you guys petitioned for dissolution, I'd never be able to show my face at school again."
"No, of course not, Lisa. We just..."
Gina grabbed her glass and threw it against the wall. It shattered, leaving a dark stain on the wall and glass slivers raining down onto the rug. "Lisa, you stupid bitch! Don't you get it? Mom and dad are getting divorced! DIVORCED!" She grabbed her dessert plate and flung it, frisbeee style. It left a glob of whipped cream and strawberries on the wall next to the milk stain. She ran to the doorway, turning to her family. "I hate you!" she screamed. "I hate you all!"
She ran up the stairs and into her bedroom. Locking the door, she crawled into bed and pulled the covers over her. Sobbing, she curled up and let her grief and misery pour out onto her pillow. She lay there for a long, long time. Over and over the words of her father kept replaying through her mind, till she could no longer stand it. She felt like she was going insane, it was a terrible thing to go mad and to know it, to be unable to prevent it. The blackness closed in on you, driving out every good feeling you ever felt. And the pain! The pain was a physical force, slicing through her, burning her flesh like fire. No way to stop the pain, no way at all. No wait. There was one way to stop the pain. An easy way. Gina slowly pulled the covers from over her, then stood up. Walking across the room, she stopped and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were bright red and her face wet from her tears. Her face was calm, though, dead calm. She kissed her fingertips, pressed them to the reflection and walked into the adjoining bathroom.
"Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
"There are many who dare not kill themselves for fear of what the neighbors will say."
Blackness.
More blackness.
Take a black handkerchief, drop it, and let it drift to the floor in a pitch black room. It falls to the ground in a second or so. Now take away the lights, the furniture, the rug, the doors, the walls, the ceiling, the floor, the handkerchief, the seconds, and just keep the drifting.
Was that a touch of grey? Or red?
No, still black.
Yup, just blackness.
Gina opened her eyes. She was lying in a bed. Not her own. White sheets, white blanket. White sleeves, running down to her elbows.
Gina swallowed. Ouch, that hurt.
She had her tonsils removed when she was 10. Swallowing hurt that time, too. She'd woken up in the hospital, and...
Wait a minute. That was years ago.
Gina had swallowed an entire bottle of aspirin, topping it off with most of a bottle of children's cold medicine. She had then gone back to bed and lay there, waiting for the end. Instead, she became violently ill, puking up her guts all over the comforter. Her parents heard the commotion and busted the door open to find her laying in the bathroom. She remembered lying in the back seat of the car, her father breaking every speeding law in the book, while her mother cradled her head. The car squealed to a stop. A small, bright light shined in her eyes on her while a number of people shouted at each other and at her. Then she had been placed onto a bed on wheels and rolled around outside. Or did the bed happen before the light? She couldn't remember.
Her eyes focused and she moved them back and forth, scanning the room. A hospital room. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her mother, sleeping, curled up in a chair. "Mom?" she said. Or tried to, all that came out was a soft croak.
Mindy heard her daughter's voice and opened her eyes, leaping up from the chair before fully awakening. She put her hands on Gina's arms and gazed down at her. Her mascara had run, making black blobs below her eyes. She broke down crying and placed Gina's head in her bosom and wailed, "Oh baby, you had us so worried! I thought we were going to lose you. Are you all right?" She went on crying, gently shaking the bed and Gina's tired body with each sob.
"Mmmmooooommmmmm?" Gina's dry throat rasped again. Her mother looked up. "Thhhhhiiiirrrrsssttttyyy." She said slowly, enunciating each syllable. Her mother picked up a squeeze bottle with a flexible straw from the night stand. Bending the straw and placing it in Gina's mouth, she held it the teenager sipped the water and the pain in her throat subsided a little.
"They had to pump your stomach, Gina. The doctor said you'd have a sore throat for a day or so but you'd be all right." Then suddenly switching from joy to anger, as only a mother can do, she snapped. "Don't you ever do this to us again, young lady! We can work this out, I promise you."
"Ssssoooorrrrrrrrrrrryyyy," was all that she could say.
"I'm sorry too, baby." Mindy stroked her daughter's hair and held her close for a few minutes. "I need to call your father. He's home with Kevin and Lisa. You just rest, honey. I'll be back in a few minutes." She reached into her pockets for some change. "I didn't bring my purse. I guess I'll have to call collect." She left.
Gina lay there, staring at the ceiling. The memory of her parent's announcement replayed itself in her mind a few more times. Instead of the hurt and pain she had felt earlier, this time she just felt numb, like it had all happened to someone else.
"So your mom says you tried to kill yourself," she heard a voice in the room say. There was a man in the next bed, behind a curtain. He continued, his voice taking on a slight tone of derision, "After eating a full meal, you take what, a few dozen aspirin and some cough syrup? And you thought that would kill you? Extraordinary!"
Gina closed her eyes tightly. The man continued, more congenially. "You know, if you'd just thought about it rationally for a minute, you'd have come up with any number of better ways. Don't you have any drain cleaner under the sink? Or a knife or scissors? Lie in the tub, snip, snip and fall asleep."
Gina lay there, unable to keep from hearing his words. "Still, I think you've made your point. There's no better way to punish a parent than to threaten to take one of their children away, is there."
That wasn't it at all, she thought. She just wanted to end the pain she was feeling. The whole world had closed in on her, she simply couldn't go on. She opened her mouth to tell him all these things but all that came out was a unintelligible croak.
"Oh well. Tomorrow's another day. G'night." Gina heard no more from him. Almost immediately, her own fatigue caught up with her and she slept, too.
"Wake up Gina, it's time for breakfast." Gina opened her eyes and sat up. A nurse set a tray of extremely unappetizing food in front of her. "How's your throat feeling today?
"Better," Gina replied softly. She could at least make words now.
Taking a slip of paper from her pocket and setting it on the tray, the nurse continued. "Your mom left a note for you." The nurse went behind the curtains. "Wake up, Dr. Warren."
The note explained that Mindy had been told by the nurse to go home and come back in the morning. She would return about 10:00 AM with her father and they could talk then, if Gina wanted. She loved her daughter more than anything, and she had changed her mind. She had decided not to divorce Frank. Just then, the nurse opened the outside curtains and light flooded the room. Gina's spirits felt a twinge of hope in the brightened space.
The nurse continued, irritated, "Will you please wake up, Dr. Warren. Here's your breakfast."
"Good morning, nurse. My goodness, you're looking ugly today."
"Doctor..." she started.
"No really. I say to you, your exquisite beauty is matched only by the delectable appeal of your haute, recovery ward cuisine. Are you going to give me some coffee or not?"
"Sorry, no coffee today. Here's some tea though."
"Yeow!"
"Oops, sorry." The nurse came back around the curtain and left, muttering to Gina, "Doctors! Why do they always come to my floor?"
Gina silently snickered, then slowly ate her pureed and liquefied breakfast. Maybe mom and dad wouldn't get a divorce. Feeling elated, she also felt guilty. Maybe the man had been right. Maybe she'd used emotional blackmail to force her parents into staying together.
"Nurse, I'm finished." Dr. Warren shouted and called for the nurse, but none showed. "Nurse! Oh crap. Um, excuse me there... Gina, is it?... Can you help me for a second please?"
"Fuck off," she muttered, just loud enough for him to hear.
He paused. "Yeah, I guess I deserved that. Hey kid. I'm sorry if I was mean last night. Honest really, but I really do need some help. My leg's broken and I can't stand up."
Gina sighed and went to help him, if only to shut him up. Slowly, she pushed her tray down the bed, pulled the covers off and stood up. She was dressed in one of those hospital gowns with no back to it. Holding onto the railing of her bed, she reached out and drew back the curtain.
A man lay in the bed with his leg in a cast, suspended in the air by a rope on a pulley. "Could you put this tray on the table there. Ah, thank you, that's better." Gina turned to return to her bed. "Um, I don't mean to pry or anything, but if you'd like to talk about it, I'd be willing to listen."
"Hard to talk," Gina whispered.
"Yeah, I can imagine. They have to run a tube down your throat to pump your stomach. Still, I can guarantee it hurts less than a broken leg. You know, a housefly did this to me." Gina wore a look of confusion. "Really. Have a seat and I'll tell you about it."
Soon Gina was smiling as he related his story. "So I see him up there on the ceiling. Slowly I turned, step by step, inch by inch. I rolled up the magazine and climbed onto my desk. He's just sitting there, and I'm crouching down. All of a sudden I jump up and swat at the ceiling. I miss both him and the desk on the way down. The next thing I know, I'm on my back and I can see the sole of my shoe. You never expect to see the soles of your shoes while you're wearing them. Then the pain kicked in." The man grimaced. "There's a piece of bone sticking out through a tear in my pants and I start screaming my head off. Someone comes in and finds me and calls the ambulance. The real killer is that, while I'm laying there, the damn fly comes back down and lands on my leg. So I swat him again." The man slapped his hand lightly against the cast. "Only harder. Hey, it's not that funny!"
Gina nodded vigorously.
"OK, maybe it is that funny. So I've been here a month and they say maybe another couple of weeks or so I can go home. In the meantime, my only pleasure is to insult the nurses and read. You know, the worst thing about the hospital isn't the pain or the manhandling the staff gives you, it's the isolation. Nothing to do, no one to talk to, you spend the whole day trapped inside your own head."
Gina looked away.
"There I go again! Sorry, kiddo. So what do you think's going to happen with you and your folks."
Gina got the note her mother had written and gave it to the man. He read it, then looked thoughtful for a moment. "Most extraordinary. What do you think about this?"
"They still love each other."
"I don't think they ever stopped loving each other. Gina, do you ever play chess?"
Gina held her hand out and rolled it back and forth. 'Somewhat', the gesture implied.
"Would you care to play? There's a chess set in my bag there."
They played while the man continued to talk, about himself, his life, about nothing in general. "You're pretty good at this. Do you play often?"
Gina had once seen a book on the one hundred most famous games of chess. As always, each move and the associated commentary was available for instant recall. She had actually played very little chess and was short on strategy, but very long on experience. She traded his queen for her rook and soon had a commanding lead. Soon she had checked and mated his king.
"Good game, kid. Tell me, what's my best move now?"
Gina stared at him for a second. "You don't have one. You lost."
"Yes, yes, I know that. My king is in check, and any move I make will either keep him in jeopardy from your rook, or subject him to capture by a different piece. My question is, what do I, Dr. Ben Warren, do at this point."
"You lose. You stop playing the game."
"Yes, of course. In other words, If you lose by staying still, and you lose by moving, the best move is to admit defeat. My question is what do I do afterwards. Should I give up chess forever?"
"No, you play again."
"Exactly, you play again. There's a lot of parallels between chess and life, don't you think?" He looked at her, searching her eyes. Suddenly she understood. She thought for a moment.
"Life isn't chess," she said eventually.
"Very true. Life is much more important than chess." There was silence in the room for a moment. "Let's try another example." He arranged the pieces. "What's my best move now?"
Gina stared at the board for a moment. While the king wasn't in check, she could see that any move made would endanger it. "You can't move. Stalemate."
"So who wins?" he asked.
"Nobody."
"But the game can't end until someone wins."
"You can draw."
"You're right. Both players can agree to end the game with nothing more than a handshake. Nobody wins, nobody loses. But we can't play another game until we clean away this one."
Gina sat there, pondering his words. Finally she looked up to him. "Mom and dad?" she asked.
The man smiled liberally. "You understand, here at least, anyway." He tapped his head with his fingers. "Maybe soon you can begin to understand here, too." He placed his hand over his heart.
They set the board up for another game. "Marriage's even less like chess than life." she said after her first move.
"All right, already!. So it was a bad analogy. Give me some time, I'll work up something better."
Gina was dressed in some street clothes her parents had brought for her to wear. "I feel fine. Why do I have to ride in the wheelchair?" she asked the orderly.
"Sorry, hospital policy. Sit, please."
Dr. Warren called from the next bed. "You're not leaving without saying goodbye, are you?"
Gina went to his bed. He smiled up to her. "I hope I was able to help you."
Gina took his hand and held it in hers. "You did. Thank you." she said softly.
"Listen, if you ever feel like you have to talk to someone, I want you to know that you can call me, any time, day or night. He took a card and a pen from the night stand. After writing on it he handed it to her.
Gina looked at the card. 'Dr. Benjamin Warren, MD, Psychiatry. Specializing in the treatment of children and adolescents.'
"That's my home number on the back."
Gina put the card in her pocket. Then holding back a tear she quickly hugged the man.
"Aggghhh! Watch the leg!" Smiling at the each other, he said, "Now get of here. Be careful or this storm trooper in white might break one of your legs."
Gina drove home in the back seat with her parents in the front. They didn't hold hands, Gina observed. They never seem to hold hands anymore.
"Mom, dad. I've been thinking about a lot of things."
"Yes, punkin?" Frank prompted.
"I don't think you two should stay together anymore." It still hurt to think about it, but she could at least be noble. They continued driving.
"Punkin, I feel so bad about this..."
"Don't. I still don't feel good about this, but I don't want you to be stalemated or anything."
"Stalemated?" her parents thought.
"Besides, I'll be going off to college in a few months, anyway, so it's like I guess I gotta grow up sooner or later. Just promise me one thing, dad."
"What's that."
"At first, If you start dating again... don't tell me about it, OK?."
"OK." They pulled into the driveway.
"Mom?"
"Yes, honey?" Mindy answered.
"I think I may want to go into psychology."
"Psychology?"
"Umm Hmm."
"Well then, you'll be a great one."