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"Once More With Feelings" =========================
   A new story by Night Hawk (C) 2004/2005 by Night Hawk
   Chapter 26: "A" Cup? ____________________
   "I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn't
hurt..."
   I woke slowly, feeling something was wrong.  Wendy was still fast asleep
with my arm around her, her legs across mine and her head in the crook of
my shoulder.  I looked down at her peaceful face and listened to the little
whistle of her gentle breathing, feeling my sure love for her crash over me
once more.  Then I glanced at the clock.
   Shit!  It was after 10:30!  Shit!  Shit!  We'd slept right through Mass!
   I shook Wendy.  "Wake up, Love!  We're late!"
   She just went "Ummm," and wriggled her head into a more comfortable
position.
   "Wendy!  Wake UP!"
   She opened an eye and looked up at me.  "What?"
   "It's 10:30!  We've missed Mass!"
   "So?  If they wanted us, they would have come got us," she replied
sleepily and wriggled her head again.
   I giggled.  She was absolutely right, of course.  Then my stomach
growled, and I giggled again.
   "Stop it," she moaned, "I'm trying to sleep."
   "Come on, Lover," I urged as I hauled her upright.  "I want some
breakfast, and I have to pee."
   "Oh, all right," she grumped, sliding her legs off me to the floor. 
"Oooh!" she said as she stood.
   "What's wrong, Love?"
   "I'm a bit stiff," she replied.
   I added my own `Ohh!' as I climbed out of our comfy chair and stretched
my arms above my head.  "Me too, but we played three good games
yesterday!"  I giggled.  "Well, maybe two and a half!" I said as I remember
the game against Oakridge.
   Wendy giggled too then she was dashing to the bathroom while I
followed.  Of course, she was sitting on the toilet when I got there, and
the sound of her pee splashing into the water reminded me how bad I needed
to go.  "Hurry up, I have to go!" I said, doing a little cross-legged
dance.
   Wendy laughed out loud.  "You look so funny with your hair all gold
still!" she explained.
   "Well, if you don't hurry up, I'll pee on you," I threatened with a
grin.  She squeaked and grabbed at the toilet paper, dried herself and
leaped up to allow me to plop down and let my stream go.
   "My butt's sore too," she told me turning to show me as she rubbed it.
   I reached to pat her cute behind, saying, "Yeah, probably because we
didn't do any warm-down exercises last night."  I saw her look at me
strangely as my thoughts continued, `Yeah, probably should start some
strength training as well...'  "What?" I asked her.
   "What's a warm-down exercise?" she asked curiously.
   "Ah, when you do heavy exercise, you get lactic acid buildup in your
muscles.  Warm-down exercises are gentle to help get rid of the lactic
acid, and that way you're not as stiff the next day."
   She stood there thinking for a moment as I finished up on the toilet.
   "Why didn't we already do them?"
   I shrugged.  "Dunno.  I s'pose because we never really did enough to
make us stiff the next day and I never thought of it.  We'll do some next
Saturday after the games."  I grinned.
   "Oh God!" she wailed.  "We've got to do it all again next week!" then
she suddenly changed tack.  "I know that look," Wendy said accusingly. 
"You just thought of something nasty!"
   "Yeah, but that's for next year's team.  Come on, I'm hungry, I'll tell
you later.  I wonder if anyone else is up?"
   Wendy grabbed our housecoats and said, "Let's find out."
   I was tying the sash as I followed Wendy into the hall, only to bump
into her as she stopped dead in front of me.  Over her shoulder, of all
things, I saw Julie in her nurse's uniform sitting at a desk which had been
placed with a couple of chairs in the foyer at the top of the stairs,
looking for all the world like a doctor's waiting room.
   "I should have known you two would be first up this morning," she said,
smiling.
   "The first ones?" I asked incredulously as we approached.  "God, Julie,
it's nearly 11:00!  What are you doing here?"
   "Well, after you lot went to bed last night," she said, motioning me to
take a seat, "some parents, teachers and a certain sports writer expressed
concerns about your health, so Sister Elizabeth Ann and Sister Gabe agreed
that a thorough checkup was in order."
   As she wrapped the cuff for the sphygmomanometer around my arm, she went
on, "And Jim suggested a voluntary blood screen as well, just in case
there's any trouble later." 
   "God, Julie!" I exploded.  "This isn't the Olympics!  It's a high school
competition!"
   "I know, honey," she said sympathetically, touching my face.  "But Jim's
been telling us stories about some truly nasty people out there, and he
asked us if we could make sure we could shoot them down in flames right
from the start if they try anything.  Anyway, the blood test is really for
anemia and electrolyte balance, as well as some other things."
   "Damned if I'll be doing professional sports," I muttered, making her
smile as she unwrapped a new syringe and prepared my arm to take the
sample, then I had to turn my head away.  I had never in either life been
able to watch a needle going into me.  I looked at Wendy, saying, "Come
here, Honey."  She moved from her chair to stand beside me and looking up
at her, I said, "Kiss me!"
   "But I haven't brushed my teeth!" she said worriedly.
   "Don't care.  Kiss me!"  She lowered her lips to mine in a sweet gentle
kiss which went on for the longest time.  I felt my arm jerk from the prick
of the needle, but it didn't matter as I lost myself in the glorious
sensations of her kiss.
   "Okay, you two!  You can stop now!"  Julie's voice finally broke through
the clouds, and we turned to look at her.  "I'm finished!  And you're
making me jealous!"  She taped a ball of cotton wool over the puncture mark
then labeled the sample, muttering "Could at least get a room..."
   We laughed.  "It's a great way to distract the stickee, if you can get
it!" I said.  "I'll have to tell the girls!"
   She put on a dismayed face.  "Oh, no!  You little minx!  You would,
wouldn't you!  Anyway, move your butt so I can check Wendy."
   When Julie took her blood sample, I returned her kiss with interest. 
When I took my lips from hers, she looked up at me dreamily.  "Is she
finished?"  I nodded.  Wendy turned to Julie.  `Do you want another one?"
she asked hopefully.
   Julie burst into laughter.  "Go on with you, girl!  You two had better
go get something to eat.  Now listen, this wing is off-limits to all but
the residents, and the gym is for the team only.  One of the change rooms
has been set up for the doctor who'll be doing your physicals."
   Wendy didn't look too thrilled, but Julie went on "His name is Dr.  Gary
Parker, and he's Mr.  Denure's personal physician.  I've heard of him, and
he has a name, and a bit of a reputation, for being good with young girls."
   I laughed.  "Does Sister Elizabeth know about his reputation?"
   Julie smiled.  "I doubt it.  It's a pretty tight secret in the medical
community.  Doctors don't tell on other doctors.  They all have their
little quirks they'd prefer didn't become public knowledge."
   This still didn't remove Wendy's pout, as Julie continued "and Linda
will be with you when he examines you.  Look at it this way, Honey, you
could have ended up with an intern or some semi-retired army doctor.  Mr.
Denure cares about you enough to get his own doctor out here on a Sunday,
and besides, I heard he's been looking after Annette since she was born."
   "Oh, and one last thing," she grinned.  "Last night, Mr.  Denure got
Western Football's big hydrotherapy tub ripped out and installed in the gym
shower room!  Patti, you remember the tub at the hospital?"
   I nodded, stunned.
   "This one's like that, only bigger!  Soon those sore muscles will be
just a dream!"
   I nodded excitedly, remembering the wonderful sensations I got that
long-ago night when I was recovering in the hospital.  But I also had some
idea of the organization required to make such a thing happen, with
plumbing and electrical, even just transporting it from Western to here,
and gained a new appreciation of just how influential Mr.  Denure was in
this city.
   She lowered her voice.  "And he said that if there was a continuing need
for it, he would consider donating a new one in memory of his wife!"
   Wendy and I looked at one another, knowing exactly what she meant.  We
would have to work hard for the school to deserve such a wonderful gift.
   "Right," said Julie briskly.  "Last thing is this," as she handed me a
bottle of shampoo.  `Patrick dropped these off this morning.  He said you'd
probably need it to get the goop out of your hair, so have a shower, then
Dr.  Parker will look at you, and then you can relax in the hydrotherapy
tub."
   We ducked back into our room to grab clean panties, then, with shampoo
in one hand and Wendy's hand in the other, I made my way to Annette and
Mandy's room and knocked loudly on their door.
   Silence.
   I beat on the door again, but harder.
   "What!?" came an anguished cry from within.
   I opened the door to see two faces in one bed staring fuzzily at me.
   "Julie needs to see you immediately!  Out here!"  I used what I imagined
as a `command' voice, and it was amazing to see how fast they bounced out
of bed.
   I grabbed Annette to whisper in her ear.  "She'll want a blood sample. 
Kiss Mandy while she's doing it.  Pass it on.  It will drive Julie crazy!"
   Annette pulled back to look at me with a truly nasty grin on her face,
and I knew Julie was in for a really frustrating morning.
   ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
   I was amazed at the change in the gym, four tables set up with fresh cut
fruit, pitchers of water, OJ, and milk, as well as pots of tea.
   Wendy and I each had two glasses of OJ and then took our soap and
shampoo into the shower.  We shucked our housecoats in the change room,
walked into the shower, and turned the water on hot!  Cold water might have
helped us wake up faster, but I didn't want our muscles to convulse or lock
up. 
   We stood under the steaming water and Wendy started to laugh. 
   "Your hair, Pete.  It's still standing on end!"
   "And you think that because yours is slicked back that we won't have to
take a chisel to it?" I said grinning back at her.
   We took the bottle of shampoo and literally poured it on our heads,
gently pushing it around hoping to feel it soften.
   Laughter sounded from the doorway and we turned rubbing the shampoo from
our eyes.
   "If I look as bad as you," said Annette, "I'm just going to crawl back
into bed!"
   Mandy gave her a push towards the showers.  "Not with those spikes on
your head, you're not!  You damn near poked my eye out last night!"
   We laughed as we poured the shampoo on their heads.  "We'll leave it to
you to get it soaking," said Wendy.  "I think my hair is starting to
soften."
   I felt my tufts, and they were indeed starting to soften up.  I figured
to let it soak a bit longer so I started washing Wendy down, and she
started to feel me up with soapy hands!
   "So," I said to Annette, "who's this Dr.  Parker I'm going to be
exposing my nubile 14 year old body to?"
   Annette laughed and said that Dr.  Parker would probably enjoy giving me
an exam.  But he would enjoy examining Wendy and Mandy even more because of
their boobs.  "He's pretty nice for a dirty old man," she giggled.  "He's
never done anything improper, but he sure is thorough, and seriously, he is
good.  He's one of the best doctors in London."
   "But just not your type, eh, Annette?" asked Wendy.
   Annette laughed.  "Wrong gender for that, Sweetie!  Besides, he's old!"
   ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
   Eventually the goop we had slathered in our hair came out and we watched
the gold flakes sparkle on the tiles as they migrated toward the drain.  We
shampooed once more with an expensive conditioning shampoo that smelled
faintly of watermelon.
   As we continued to wash up, more girls were starting to wander in.
   Annette and Mandy were finished about the same time, and the four of us
dried off together, leaving our housecoats in the change room, and slipped
into the plain, loose-fitting gym suits that were always on hand. 
Barefoot, we went back into the gym, deciding to have a quick cup on tea
before getting the physical over so we could sit down for a proper
breakfast.  I was starting to feel real hungry.
   Dr.  Parker was a good looking man of around fifty standing a little
shorter than me, with well groomed salt-and-pepper hair and a ready smile
which displayed his big pearly white teeth.  (`All the better to eat you
with' came to mind, and I had to suppress a giggle.)  Judging by the cut of
his expensive-looking grey suit, he wasn't doing this for the money,
although I had no doubt he would book his time to the Ontario
Hospitalization Insurance Program (OHIP) anyway.  Doctors are like that! 
It was clear he was enjoying himself, clear blue eyes sparkling with good
humor over his half-moon glasses as he looked us over in turn, finally
settling on Wendy.  She blushed prettily as he beckoned her forward, saying
with a chuckle "I think I'll go by height today!"  Linda was smiling as she
accompanied them behind the curtain.
   Little did the good doctor know devotees of "The Twelfth Letter"
surrounded him" though I doubt it would have bothered him anyway!  He
wasn't looking for a date, he was here to look at - and feel, and palpate
our hot young bodies.  Damn!  I should have been a doctor!
   Within a minute after we heard him ask Wendy to undress we heard Wendy
loudly say, "My, Dr.  Parker...  What a big stethoscope you have!"
   We heard an amused snort from Dr.  Parker as we all totally broke up! 
Annette was laughing so hard tears were running down her face and almost
fell off her chair before she caught herself.  We eventually calmed down,
but started giggling again when a grinning Wendy emerged from behind the
screen followed by a chuckling Dr.  Parker.  He might have been a dirty old
man, but he had a good sense of humor!
   "Right, young lady, you're as fit as a fiddle, but you need a little
tuning," he said to Wendy with a grin.  "Half an hour in the hydro tub,
plenty of rest and no heavy exercise for a few days.  Then go help win that
Provincial title!"
   Mandy went next, then Annette.  I didn't mind his cheerful looking as he
examined my breasts, or lack thereof.  "You enjoy this, don't you," I said
as he stretched my arm over my head, watching the muscles move in my
shoulder.
   "Of course," he smiled.  "Makes a change from my normal patients!"
   "Ever consider being a sports doctor?"
   He looked surprised for a moment, then chuckled.  "Not really, there's
not much money in it, and besides, most professional sports people are
men!"
   I laughed with him then added, "Well, maybe you could be St.  Ursula's
sports doctor!"
   "I thought I already was!" he commented dryly as he picked up his
notes.  "Ah, so you're the young lady who lost her memory!"
   I put on a frown.  "That could be me, but I've forgotten!"
   He grinned, then said seriously, "How are you coping?"
   I saw no reason to fib to him, and said honestly, "I haven't had any
memories come back for a while now.  People sometimes tell me stories of
what I did before, but it's like they happened to someone else, and really,
it doesn't worry me."
   He regarded me silently for a moment.  "Hmmm.  Right.  Well, if you're
coping with it, I think you should just continue on as you are.  Someday,
you may get your memories back, but it might take a trauma as severe as
what caused you to lose them in the first place.  And I don't think you
want to go through another near-death experience," he concluded with a
small smile.
   "Oh, Goddess, no!" I exclaimed, startling him.  "I'm quite happy with
things as they are, thank you very much!"
   He hid a smile as he looked back at his notes.  "Now, I see you're down
for follow-up X-rays on your neck next month."
   "Patti, I know Dr.  Keating, the neurologist who checked you out after
your last injury.  He's good, but he can be overly cautious.  Have you had
any headaches or pains in your neck?  Stiffness in any of your extremities
or intestinal problems?"
   I was caught off guard by his quick change from friendly physician who
liked to examine young girls to the very professional dedicated health care
provider.  I truthfully told him that I had none of the symptoms he
mentioned and that I felt in better shape than I could ever remember.
   He nodded his head slowly.  "Let Dr.  Keating do his X-rays, just to be
safe, but don't worry about this any more either.  I see from the notes
that they didn't see any splinters so we don't have to worry about
something moving and causing problems in the future.  Just be sure to tell
someone if you do start having any symptoms like the ones I described. 
It's better to be safe than sorry, but I'd wager that you were born under a
lucky star.  Now get dressed and let me check the rest of the team out and
I might make 18 holes yet this afternoon."
   I smiled and thanked him, got dressed and joined my girlfriend and my
friends.  It was time for breakfast!
   ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
   Okay, so it couldn't really be called breakfast any longer being it was
after midday, but we four were the first of the team to make it to the
food!  Scrambled eggs, bacon, home fried potatoes and fresh baked
biscuits!  Just to play it safe though, we added more OJ and tall glasses
of water.
   It was funny, but nobody asked any more why Wendy and I ate the way we
did.  Our fellow team members had just started emulating us and as that had
caught on, their friends did the same and it seemed the menus for meals
were slowly changing to healthier foods to accommodate us.
   We were laughing about Wendy's comment about Dr.  Parker's stethoscope
when the next group of girls joined us.  We shared the joke with them and
they started to laugh.  Krissy said she was to spend the day with her leg
elevated after we ate but so far, no one had suffered anything worse. 
Cafeteria staff kept hovering around us to make sure we didn't want for
anything and by the time all the team had arrived, Wendy, Annette, Mandy
and I were just sipping on tea.
   "I wonder where we go from here," Annette asked.  "Surely they don't
expect us to spend the entire day in the gym!"
   It was like the Goddess was listening as Sister Gabe chose that moment
to enter followed by two students pushing a TV on one of the tall classroom
stands.  "It's nearly show time, ladies," she said.  I automatically looked
at the clock and saw that it was almost 1:30.
   "You have thirty minutes to get changed, and then I would request you
come back here to watch highlights of yesterday's tournament."
   "Why bother getting dressed?" asked Jeannie.  "If we're in isolation for
the day, why can't we just stay in our gym suits?  It feels comfortable to
me."
   This sentiment was echoed by some of the other girls, but I had a
feeling that I knew the answer.
   "Sister Elizabeth Ann decided that after all the excitement yesterday,
it might be nice for you girls to have a chance to visit with family
without well-wishers around to pressure you.  Afterwards, there will be a
private mass for the team, their friends and family at 5:00."
   Family visit?  It was amazing how fast our tired bodies could move.  And
we hadn't even had a chance to try out the hydrotherapy tub yet!
   Wendy and I hung around to ask Sister Gabe about the tub and mentioned
how it would really help some of us feel a lot better.  She smiled and said
that the tub would be scheduled for after mass, after all family and
friends had gone home.  And, it would be available all week!
   That worked for me!
   ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
   Krissy was propped up on a recliner with a pillow under her leg, her mom
and dad sitting beside her.  Other girls shared tables with their
families.  Mike and Ann arrived, bringing Tom, Rita, and Einstein with
them.  We all sat together with Annette, Mandy, Julie, and Linda, and of
course Father Ed.  The big surprise was Robert who walked in and over to
join us with Hilda on his arm, with a smile so big that I thought it would
never come off!  While I like to think that we are all equal, there will
always be those people who have clout.  Robert had it because he was such a
generous contributor to the school and served on the board.  If anyone
deserved some leeway and clout in this world it should be people like him
who gave so freely and asked for so little.  It was a lesson I would not
ever forget.
   We found out later that Dr.  Parker was concerned over the bruising in
Krissy's thigh and asked Julie and Linda to keep an eye on it.  Krissy was
fit by the next weekend, but he took the precaution of having some extra
tests done on her blood, discovering she was borderline diabetic. 
 Unwittingly, our improved diet had kept her condition in check and she
learned to control it herself without having a disastrous episode.
   Just as the TV was turned on, the gym lights dimmed and we watched an
hour-long sports program dedicated to the games we had played yesterday. 
The opening shot of the show was of the Saints as we came out of the
dressing room for the final game whooping, our hair all spiked.  Bret
Faison discussed strategy with Jim Blake about this unexpected turn of
events while on the background they displayed still pictures courtesy of
the London Free Press.  Laughter could be heard all through the gym.  Bret
and Jim had a monitor between them so that the audience could see what they
were discussing, and a highlight of the best shots.  The one I enjoyed,
though they didn't mention it was an illegal block, was the recovery by
Mandy inches from the ground.  That showed determination!
   We sat, listened, and did as the doctor had prescribed.  We relaxed.  We
did this with our friends and family, though later we found out that
reporters from all over southern Ontario had been at the front doors of the
school trying to get pictures and interviews.
   Coffee, tea, soft drinks, and pastry were waiting for us when the lights
came back on.  Annette and Mandy stuck pretty close to Robert and Hilda,
which I thought was a good sign.  We made the rounds but at a relaxed
pace.  Father Ed was never too far away, and Mike, Tom, Ann, and Rita
seemed to be growing closer.  Einstein stuck mostly with Wendy and me, and
as much as possible, Linda and Julie stayed close to Wendy and me as well.
   I was yawning a bit and realized just how much tournament play could
take out of a person!  Thankfully, Regionals were not going to be the most
difficult part of the games ahead.  Okay, I know this sounds arrogant, but
in our region, there were cities of all shapes and sizes.  Our region went
pretty well by the telephone area code and that meant a large area, from
the Bruce Peninsula right down to Windsor and just up to Hamilton.  The
problem was that London was the largest city of them all.  Windsor had a
good number of High Schools, but they were smaller in size.  Wallaceburg,
with a population of 11,000, would be more difficult because they had only
the one High School.  In contrast, Chatham, three times the size of
Wallaceburg, had six High Schools.  Windsor was the next largest city with
just over 200,000 people living there.  In truth, I was more concerned
about the Provincial tournament, which would see us facing schools from
Toronto, Hamilton, Ottawa and the larger urban centers from the north like
Sault Saint Marie and Thunder Bay!  While only the best from each
designated region would play, imagine playing the best of the best from
Toronto with a population of 2 million!  But, I refused to lose any sleep
over what I could not control.  All we could do was play our best.  The
Goddess willing, a sizable donation would go to the Toronto Sick Children's
Hospital.
   ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
   Father Ed's sermon that afternoon was truly inspired!  Even though it
was his second for the day, this one seemed focused on a theme very
familiar to the team! 
   He talked about how God wanted only for us to do our very best, to be
the very best we could be.  He threw Joshua and the battle of Jericho into
the mix along with a comparison to the little train that could, and then
cited the team as inspiration to all as to what hard work and dedication to
a cause could achieve.
   I wasn't sure, but at the end of his sermon, I thought I saw some people
start to rise as if they were going to applaud him!
   The girls of the team had changed into our formal Sunday uniforms for
mass, and after communion, the benediction, and final words from Father Ed,
the announcements were read.
   Holy Shit!  Mass next Sunday was going to be officiated by none other
than Bishop Carter from St.  Peter's!  St.  Peter's was the oldest and most
beautiful church in this part of Canada, and the Bishop's residence stood
beside it in splendid glory.  I figured the Goddess must have been planning
on us to win the Regionals if she was going to have the Bishop officiate
after the games!
   ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
   After Mass, the team and family members, alumnae and VIPs were escorted
to the cafeteria which had been cleared - there was even linen on the
tables!  The smell of food was enticing and the regular kitchen staff
definitely didn't prepare the items on the menu.  This was rich people
food.  Hell, I had never seen an artichoke before, and I wasn't going to
try one either.  I liked food I could recognize.  Ann and Rita had Filet
Mignon, while Tom and Mike had T-bone steaks over an inch thick!  I decided
on Prime Rib, and Wendy, never having had it, decided to try it as well. 
Linda and Julie settled on the fish, while Einstein decided to try the more
exotic foods offered such as the white asparagus and Cajun Chicken with
Fettuccini Alfredo.  I chided him.
   "It's lucky that you aren't lactose intolerant," I said.  "But, all that
cream and cheese...  You'll lose that girlish figure!"
   He nearly spewed what was in his mouth when I said that and quickly
looked around to see if anyone had heard me.  Well, of course Linda and
Julie had heard me as had Wendy, but the parents were too busy gushing over
the food to pay attention to us other than the occasional look and smile.
   "Hey," he said.  "I'll have you know I'm still running five miles a day
before school."
   I told him I was only joking with him.  Knowing what we did about the
future, the best bet for us to stay fit and trim was to never stop working
out and exercising regularly.  It seemed that the spread that came after
marriage and going on into middle age was from the change in lifestyle. 
More time spent in front of the TV instead of doing something outside. 
Less concern over what we ate and in what quantity and basically settling
into life.  We had no intention of ever doing that!  We had a chance to
live this life and we were going to make the most of it!
   As we were working on finishing some elaborate desserts, Sister
Elizabeth Ann turned on the PA and addressed the group.
   "I would like to thank all of you here today for the support and
encouragement you have shown our team, especially the parents of our young
ladies.  You have all instilled in them a pride tempered by selflessness
and humility.  Not once this season have I had any reason to turn a blind
eye because keeping them open might hurt the team.  I am especially proud
that the girls of the Saints Volleyball team are also in the top five
percent of academic achievement.  This says much for the girls, their
coach, and their teachers.  I am overwhelmed at the accomplishments of all
the players and the media attention they have brought to our school."
   It was then, that I realized Jim Blake and a pretty lady were sitting
with Sister Elizabeth, as were Bret Faison and another lady.  I was
surprised that I had not seen them earlier till I realized that they had
probably arrived for Mass by invitation.
   "Enrollment for next September is already up by over 40 percent.  Never
in the history of St.  Ursula's have we seen so many young ladies eager to
be enrolled in our school.  If the Saints continue with their winning
streak, I expect I will have to turn students away before too long."
   I tried to remember what size the school was in the 80s but remembered
with regret that in the early 80s it was no longer a private boarding
school when threats of funding cuts had forced it to go co-ed and open its
doors to local day students.  I sighed.  Just as a new era was starting for
the school, the government was going to interfere with it.  Sometimes I
wondered if it was a prerequisite for politicians to promise to disrupt
life before they were elected.  If I held the responsibility of an elected
office I would see to it that I gave the constituents what they wanted,
instead of caving in to special interest groups.
   Sister Elizabeth was still speaking so I tried to pay attention but I
was getting tired.  All this food was giving me that sleepy time feeling. 
She was giving thanks to London's biggest locally owned food store for the
feast we had enjoyed today and again thanking Robert Denure for his
contributions and to countless others.  I started to yawn.  I know it was
impolite, but damn.  I was getting tired.  Finally she said something that
really caught my attention.
   "Tomorrow at noon, the trophy for the city cup will be brought to the
school.  Since it is for the city championship, there will be no ceremony
and little fanfare.  I will ask the team captain to decide who should
accept the cup on the school's behalf."
   Annette looked uncomfortable.  This was not the kind of decision she
wanted to make.  Her teammates were also her friends and to pick one out of
all of them was not going to be an easy task.  I took a deep breath. 
   "Where are you going, Peppermint?" I heard Einstein ask as I stood.
   "To boldly go where no man has gone before," I said.  "Besides, I need
to bail out a friend."
   Annette was standing as well ready to make her way to the microphone
when I caught up with her.
   "Thank God, Patti," she said.  "I can't pick just one!  What am I going
to do?"
   I leaned in close to her, taking her arm in mine as we walked together. 
"Let me do it for you, Annette.  I think I know how to get us out of this."
   "Please," she said in a whisper so low I could barely hear her.
   We approached the microphone together and Annette introduced herself and
then me and said that I had a few words to say about accepting the trophy.
   I looked out at the players and the nuns and parents and felt a warmth
spread through my body.  I could do this.  I was probably older than most
of them to start with!
   "Annette and I discussed this exact situation last night after we came
home from winning the city tournament," I said.  Annette looked a little
startled but nodded enthusiastically, eager to find a way to escape having
to put the spotlight on one player.
   "We decided that since we have not yet achieved our goal," at which
point I had to pause while the applause roared through the cafeteria, "we
decided no team member would be accepting the trophy on behalf of the
team."  Silence quickly descended on the room.
   "We are a team, not individuals."  Again with the applause.  "However,"
I said,  "There are individuals who have helped in many ways to make us a
team.  Sister Gabriel, who worked with us and molded us into a coherent
team to be taken seriously."  Again the applause had to die down before I
could continue.  "Sister Elizabeth Ann, who says she didn't give us any
leeway, then made sure that we could practice as much as we needed and
without restrictions.  She has supported some of the crazier stunts we have
pulled and to her credit never blushed once."  This time there was laughter
with the applause, and Sister Elizabeth did blush.
   "Mr.  Denure," I said softly and respectfully.  "You gave us a name that
is known all over London.  The bus made us feel special, and it instilled
pride.  Not the foolish pride of a winning team but the pride that girls
feel when they know their parents approve of what they are doing.  You saw
it in us from the start, and I know I speak for the entire team when I say
you mean the world to us."  The applause was overwhelming, and I saw a tear
in Annette's eye.
   "Father Ed, as he is known to us girls," I said as I turned to wink at
him.  "He has always been there for us, at any hour, and has been an
inspiration and a constant motivator.  Never asking, always giving, never
judging, always guiding."
   "Mr.  Blake of the London Free Press.  As unbiased as he claims to be, I
know that one day his daughter will be a student here at St.  Ursula's." 
The cheering went wild on that one!  I didn't realize that he wasn't
married nor did he have children yet, but I guess the thought left an
impression on many people's minds.
   Annette had gathered up her courage and stepped closer to say, "The
board of governors of St.  Ursula's who have invested so much into the team
and the Alumnae Association that has made so much of what we have seen and
have possible!"  The audience was now on its feet cheering.
   "Thank you," she said, "for providing us with so much.  Uniforms,
equipment, and our new nurses!"
   I waited till things quieted down and then spoke softly so that people
had to really pay attention.  "All these people so much more deserve to
accept the cup on behalf of the St.  Ursula's Volleyball team than we do. 
And the one who can not accept the cup but is the most responsible, our God
in Heaven."
   The response was an "Amen."
   I backed away from the microphone so Annette could do what she had to
do.
   "Sister Elizabeth," she said.  "We're not finished playing till our last
game is played.  We don't know when that will be, so on behalf of the team,
would you please choose someone from all those Patti and I have named?"
   Sister Elizabeth smiled a warm loving smile at us as she approached the
microphone.  "I hear every day," she began, "on the news and from social
commentators that the youth of today are self absorbed and only interested
in what they can get.  I am proud to be the principal of this school and
especially proud of our, yes OUR team!  These girls have given more of
their time and energy, and as you have noticed, even their hair.  Let no
one tell me that our youth are self-absorbed!  The time and effort to
produce a winning combination do not come without sacrifice, yet as these
girls give no quarter on the game floor, they neither ask for one on their
home floor."  Sister Elizabeth took a deep breath as the applause swelled
on the floor.  "The team has said they are not done playing, and I
understand why accepting a trophy now would seem like they have played
enough.  These young ladies, our Saints, will accept their trophy as a team
when they have played their last game, and not one game before!"
   Man.  Talk about instant pep rally!  The fathers were whistling and
slapping tables and the mothers and friends were clapping and chanting "Go
Saints, Go Saints!"
   Annette and I walked back to where we were seated.  Just before we
parted ways she leaned close to me and whispered, "Thanks, Patti.  You know
it's you who deserves the trophy."
   I stopped and turned her by the arm to face me.  "No, no, Annette," I
said.  "Count the points, and you'll see that it truly is a team effort. 
I'm just happy to be able to play with you."  She caught the double meaning
and giggled.
   "Just promise me that we will always be friends," she asked.  "I have a
feeling that life around you will never be boring!"
   I smiled and hugged her to me.  "I promise!" I whispered.
   ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
   After we finished dinner, we exchanged hugs and kisses with our parents
and friends and they headed home, while we headed back to our rooms to
change.  The gym had been left the way it was so that fresh snacks could be
put out and we could watch TV while waiting for a turn in the hydrotherapy
tub.  As it was late, we were limited to fifteen minutes each, but it was
enough to help take some leftover kinks out of our bodies.  It was after
11:00 when we abandoned the gym for our own rooms.  Linda and Julie had
stayed with the team the entire time, and I could see they were tired.
   "Look, guys," I said.  "It's late.   Rather then head home, why don't
you two sack out in the other bed in our room?"
   Linda looked at Julie, then said, "Are you sure you two don't mind?  We
don't want to interfere with any plans you might have."
   Wendy and I both laughed.  It would be enough for us to get a good
night's sleep cuddled tonight.  Wendy assured them that we could keep it
down if they could, and with that we all headed off to our room.
   There was no need for false modesty among the four of us and we all
stripped down, did our business in the bathroom and soon afterwards, the
only sounds coming from our room aside from a few minutes of serious
kissing, was a gentle rhythmic breathing.
   ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
   When we woke up Monday morning we were greeted by four inches of fresh
snow on the ground.  Reluctantly we passed on the idea of going out to make
snow angels and got dressed for classes.  Everything seemed to go by in a
blur for the next few days.  Linda and Julie had the blood work analyzed
and to no one's surprise we were all fit and healthy.  We decided not to
press our luck and ate carefully for the rest of the week knowing that we
had to keep our strength up for the Regionals.
   Linda and Julie spent most of each day at the school with us, Linda
through the morning hours and Julie in the afternoon.  I questioned this
arrangement until I was told that Einstein was trying to get in as many
afternoons with Linda as possible now that each weekend was tied up with
the play-offs.  I asked her if it made her jealous knowing her lover was
getting laid every afternoon, but she surprised me.
   "Patti, of all people," she said.  "I thought you would have
understood.  Patrick likes both Linda and me, but he's not in love with
us.  Yes, I'm sure that he is enjoying the sex, and even I enjoy it once in
a while.  Linda is doing this because we want to have a baby.  Patrick is
the perfect candidate for the father of the child and as we have come to
know him better, I can understand why you suggested it in the first place. 
His...  Your...  genes were always excellent; it was just what you did with
your life that made you who you were when you died.  As is very obvious to
those of us who know, you have already made changes to correct that, and in
doing so have changed a number of events in other people's lives.   Linda
and I have discussed quite often where we would have been if we had never
met you.  From what you've told us, I can see we might have one day had a
child, but not for quite a few years.  Linda and I would still both be
working at the hospital as nurses and instead, come September I start
pre-med at university.  With grants and part time work here, we can easily
afford it now where without this, my dream might never have come true."
   I nodded.  I did understand.  Einstein and I might just as well have
woken up on another planet considering the changes in our families and our
own lives.  We discovered to our pleasant surprise that Linda had managed
to get Dr.  Parker to supply Wendy and me with free contraceptives, and as
soon as our next periods ended we would start on the pill, both of us
looking forward to adding something extra to our sex lives.  We filled each
others' needs perfectly, but we had a bond with Einstein and we owed him a
willing partner while his hormones were raging.  Helping him take the
sexual edge off his life would make him a better student and he wouldn't
have to waste time and energy trying to get some girl to cooperate. 
Besides, we would willingly give him blowjobs!  It was a 14-year-old boy's
dreams come true!
   Practice each night was based on endurance and team moves.  Personal
space was the most important aspect of our practice now, as we did not want
to be bouncing into each other during the next round of games.  We were
especially careful not to injure ourselves and took turns with only half
the team practicing on alternate nights for longer than an hour, while the
other half took long relaxing soaks in the hydrotherapy tub.
   Sister Gabe told us at a team meeting that she was especially pleased as
our coach to be selected with Robert to accept the trophy on our behalf by
Sister Elizabeth Ann, with Robert acting on behalf of the Board of
Governors.  Of course, Jim Blake made a big deal in the paper out of the
team not accepting any trophy until the last game had been played.
   Father Ed continued to visit us for tea in the evenings when he could,
and on more than a few nights, Julie and Linda spent the night as well.
   One thing I was happy to hear was that the girls' basketball team was
equally inspired and were given special permission to practice during the
day until the Volleyball season was over.  While we had signed on for
Basketball as well, I don't think we were prepared for the cross over
period and we all cheered when our team came home from their first game and
first victory!
   According to Sister Gabe, as the news and attention to the Volleyball
team grew, more and more girls came out of their shells and had signed up
for Basketball.  She had a full roster without any of us from the
Volleyball team, and the Saints bus ran double duty now!
   There was little time for socializing at this point and I missed the
chance to see how Mike's shop had changed.  Most of the news we got about
our families came through Einstein who passed it on to Linda.
   By Friday the snow had stopped and we had no practice.  As was becoming
our custom, the team and their significant others gathered in the seniors'
common room on the night before the Regionals.  We were discussing the news
of Sylvia Ostry being named Canada's first female Deputy Prime Minister. 
 It gave us hope that women would find more chances in Federal politics.
   We snacked lightly that night and talked quietly.  Unlike the night
before the city finals we were subdued.  We had no doubt about our
abilities, but we would be facing teams we had not seen in regular play
throughout the season.
   I was curious about how with such a large area, we could end up only
playing three matches, but Annette explained to us that while the other
areas were big, it was still required that each team had to face at least
12 different teams in 16 games to qualify for their own version of our city
championship.  Some towns with only one high school played towns with two
or three.  Windsor was the only city with enough schools to host its own
city tournament.  With that knowledge in my head I bid everyone an early
good night and Wendy and I headed off to bed.  I locked the door behind me
and turned with a lascivious grin to Wendy.  "I'm hungry for a taste of my
sweets, Sweetheart," I said.  "It's been too long."
   Wendy giggled and pretended to try to escape my clutches, but seeing
that it would be futile finally gave in and let me undress her.
   "Should we be doing this before a tournament?" she asked.  "Won't it sap
our strength?"
   "No, Honey.  A good night's sleep will cure that, and I won't get a good
night's sleep till I've had my fill of you!"
   Wendy giggled again and slid a pillow under her butt.  She had gotten
used to and enjoyed a finger in her back door while I ate her pussy.  I
started off slowly, nibbling on her thighs till she reached for my head and
pulled me to where she wanted me.  I liked to tease her, but it had been a
little while since we had the time or energy to properly satisfy each
other.
   I was sprawled between Wendy's legs just gently nipping and biting
around her pussy as she came down from one of those ceiling clutching
orgasms she so frequently enjoyed.  "Remember when you used to be shy about
undressing in front of others?" I asked between light tugs on her lower
lips.
   "Mmm hmmm," she murmured.  "That's back when I was frumpy Wendy Miller
from Delhi, who had no friends and no self esteem."
   That was a mouthful even from Wendy.  I looked up to see her toying with
the gold heart necklace I had gotten for her for her 14th birthday.
   "So," I teased, "now that you're not frumpy any more, you're no longer
shy?"
   Wendy spun over, clamping my head between her legs so that she ended up
straddling my mouth, one knee on each side of my head!  It would have made
a wrestler proud!  With her hands she spread her vulva allowing her
engorged clit to extend a full half-inch from her pelvis.  "Suck me gently,
Baby, suck me slowly.  Take it easy so I can really enjoy this!"
   HUH???  This was my Wendy speaking?  But I was more than happy to oblige
and proceeded to give her clit a hummer, being careful not to put too much
pressure on it and to use lots of my saliva mixed with her juices.  Using
her slippery juices, I coated my thumb and gently slid it into her butt. 
It was enough to drive her over the edge and grabbing my head with one
hand, the other mauling her own boob, tweaking and pinching her nipple, she
shuddered out a moan and a groan and splashed my face with her cum. 
   This climax took the last of her strength out of her and she collapsed,
considerately rolling off me so I could breathe.  She snuggled down in bed
next to me licking her own juices off my face like a kitten licking cream. 
Her love licks matched her breathing, which was returning to normal, and
she slowed her frantic pace till I heard her start to gently snore.
   I reached over and turned off the light, cuddled my lover, and fell
asleep as well.
   ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
   I was dreaming, an erotic dream, a weird fantasy dream.  Someone was
fucking me, another was in my ass while an octopus with eight hands was
touching me all over.  There wasn't an inch of my body not being rubbed,
pinched or just stroked.  I moaned.  My own vocal reaction to the dream
woke me up, and as I opened my eyes, I saw that it was the middle of the
night and there was a candle lit.  I was rapidly approaching my climax and
I had never had one from a dream.  I looked down just as I crossed my
threshold to see Wendy between my legs, her hands and lips busy.
   I stifled a scream as I climaxed.  I peaked once, but Wendy didn't let
up.  I felt two fingers in my pussy pressing against my "Gee-whiz" spot and
a finger sliding in and out of my ass!  Her mouth was all over me, kissing
not only my clit but also my belly and my nipples and all over every inch
in between.  I peaked again and still she didn't let up.  She removed her
fingers from my orifices as she latched her lips around my engorged clit
and her hands took over touching me all over.  The third one was the killer
for me and as I blasted into some ethereal plane, it took the last of my
coherent thoughts to push her head out of my crotch!
   I lay panting for what seemed like a half hour, totally spent.  Through
half closed eyes, I watched Wendy wash her hands and then put the kettle on
to make us tea.
   TEA???  What the fuck?  What time is it?  I shot up in bed, sitting
looking for the clock.  4:00 AM!
   "What's up, Honey?" I asked her.
   Wendy just smiled.  From the light coming from the bathroom, I could see
it wasn't totally a happy smile.  There was a touch of sadness in her eyes.
   This was confusing.  The last thing I remembered was Wendy enjoying my
attention to her body and her mind before she drifted off to sleep.  What
had changed in a few short hours?
   I got up and helped her finish making the tea then I gently guided her
to our chair where I sat her on my lap.
   "Why are you sad, Sweetheart?" I asked her.
   "Because I fell asleep last night before I could give you the same
pleasure you gave me," she whispered.
   Nah...  I wasn't buying that.
   I stroked her naked body and pulled her closer to me.  "And what's the
real reason?" I gently continued.
   Wendy started to cry.  Shit! 
   I tried whispering sweet things in her ear as I gently caressed her,
figuring that sooner or later I would get the answer.  Hell, I knew I was
going to get the real reason!  This was the love of my life crying, and I
damn sure wanted to know why!
   We just sat and cuddled and I continued to stroke her.  We sipped on our
tea and after a while she sniffled and said, "I'm afraid, Pete."
   "What are you afraid of, Honey?"
   "I'm afraid that I'm going to lose you," she said, turning her head away
from me.
   I put my cup down and gently pulled on her chin forcing her to look me
in the eyes.  This was totally uncharted territory for me.  I LOVED Wendy! 
What could she be thinking that would lead to thoughts like this?
   "Why?" I asked as gently as possible.
   "Because we're not the outcasts any more," she said, her lips
quivering.  "You're popular, and you might want somebody who is popular
too."
   I stifled the urge to laugh, seeing she was deadly serious.  She was
really suffering from insecurity.  I planted kisses all over every inch of
her body I could reach without making her move and told her I was still
exactly the same person that she met in September.  Nothing had changed in
me, and nothing had changed my feelings towards her.  Yes, we were more
popular, but I emphasized that it was `we.'  She had become as popular and
respected as I had, though it had never been my goal.  I admitted that as I
found my way in this body and in this role that some of my goals had
changed, but those were life goals and they very much included her.  I
wanted her to be with me forever.  Nothing was ever going to change that.
   Her sniffling stopped and she turned to look at me, scrutinizing my face
to see if I was telling her the truth.  I held up my part of the heart
necklace and pressed it to hers.
   "We'll always be together, Wendy," I said.  "No matter if we are rich or
poor, popular or not.  I love you, Sweetheart.  More than I have ever loved
anyone in my life, in either of my lives."
   The sadness left her eyes to be replaced by a look of adoration. 
   It was my first real experience with PMS insecurity.  Since my period
had started to synchronize with hers, I knew that soon we would be starting
on the pill.  And I realized that more changes were waiting in the wings
for us.  I hoped it would bring us closer together.  I really did love her,
never even considering my life without her.   
   To be continued... 
  
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