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                              NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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                                        Chapter Three

         I was still mesmerized by the Tommy the Tugboat song.  It did have a 
pretty catchy tune, I thought, even if it was stupid:

         I�m Tommy, and I Tell!
         That�s why All is Well!
         I patrol the harbor,
         Nearer and farther,
         And Tell everything I see!
         Nothing gets by Me!

         �Toot!  Toot!� I said.
         �Huh?� Brad asked.  We were in the kitchen.  I was drawing Tommy 
at the kitchen table, waiting while he fixed us sandwiches.  I�d offered to 
do it, but Brad had said �no.�  I baked my first pie last night, and after Brad 
ate it, he threw up.  So he wasn�t trusting me to make him anything today.  
I guess when the recipe said �flour,� and I couldn�t find any, I shouldn�t 
have put in baby powder instead.  But I figured, if it was good enough for a 
baby�s bottom, shouldn�t it be okay for a grown man�s stomach?
         As I colored in my drawing of Tommy I sat thinking about him.  He 
was always saying �Tell!  Tell!� but who exactly was I supposed to tell?
         �Auntie,� I said under my breath, to myself, pretending to Tell.  
�Auntie, there�s a man twice my age who�s fucking me.�
         �Well, dear, give him to me,� my auntie would no doubt reply.
         �No, thanks,� I answered her, in my imagination.
         (I snuck up on our house today, after school, to make sure Brad 
wasn�t Doing It to her again.)
         And if I told somebody at my school, that would just get my auntie 
in trouble.  And Brad too.  I didn�t want that.
         �Tommy, you�re dumb,� I told my drawing of the tugboat.
         �I�ll be finished with them in a minute,� Brad, his back turned, said 
to me.  �They�re very excellent sandwiches.  They take a while to make.�
         �No rush,� I said.  �We can combine them with dinner.�
         �Ho, ho.  It won�t take that long,� Brad said.  �Do you think your aunt 
wants one?�  Rebecca was out back, sunning herself by the pool.
         �Nope, because I don�t want to have to wait that long for mine,� I 
answered.  �Toot!  Toot!� 
         �What?� Brad asked.
         �It�s what Tommy the tugboat says,� I told him.  �He says we gotta 
Tell on strange men who are twice our age and fuck us.�
         �Fine,� Brad said.
         �Toot!  Toot!� I said.
         �Quit saying that,� Brad told me, still working on our sandwiches.
         �I�m going to say it every time you come near me, to keep myself 
Protected,� I told him.  �Maybe Tommy will hear it and save me.�
         Brad finished our sandwiches.  He turned around and walked over to 
the kitchen table, where I was drawing.  He looked great; just wearing his 
swimsuit, no shirt, barefoot, all muscled with a perfect tan.  As he drew 
close, to hand me my plate, I leaned back away from him.
         �Toot!  Toot!� I said.
         �What?!� Brad asked.  He put down my plate on top of my drawing.
         �You�re getting too close,� I warned him.  �And don�t put that on top 
of my picture!�
         �Sorry.  I thought you were using it as a place mat,� Brad said.  
         I slid my drawing of Tommy out from underneath the plate he�d set 
down.  I held it up.
         �See?  This is Tommy the tugboat!� I said.
         �Yes, Mrs. Picasso,� Brad answered.  He sat down in the chair beside 
mine.
         �Toot!  Toot!� I declared.
         �What now?� Brad asked.
         �You�re too close!� I warned him.  �You need to sit on the other side 
of the table.  I�m just a little girl.  You�re a big man.�
         �You�re a little baby,� Brad said.  He got up.  He went around and sat 
down in the chair across from me.
         �Toot!  Toot!� I said.
         �What?� Brad asked, frowning.
         �Tommy still thinks you�re too close to me,� I said.  �Not me, but 
him.�  I held up my drawing.
         �I�m eating outside, with a mature adult,� Brad told me.  He got up.  
He grabbed a soda from the refrigerator and walked out of the kitchen.
         I scurried after him, taking my sandwich and my picture with me.
         �Toot!  Toot!� I hollared.  �Wherever I go, you gotta move away, 
�cause I�m just a little girl!�
         We went outside, Brad striding ahead, me following, yelling, �Toot!  
Toot!�  Rebecca was lying in a chaise lounge on the patio.  She looked up 
from behind a fashion magazine.
         �I don�t need a sandwich, Brad, dear,� Rebecca said.
         �No, but I need some peace and quiet,� Brad said.  He sat down in a 
chair next to hers.  I sat down in one next to him.
         �Chloe, are you bothering Brad?� Rebecca asked me.
         �No,� I said in a small voice.  I began eating my sandwich.  Then I 
leaned toward my boyfriend.  �Toot, toot!� I whispered.
         �AUGHGH!� Brad said.  He jumped up.
         �What�s the matter?� Rebecca asked.
         �Your niece is acting like a baby,� Brad said.
         �No I�m not.  I�m just saying �toot toot,� I said.  Brad stormed inside, 
leaving his soda.  I took a sip from his can.
         �Honey, are you being a nuisance?� my aunt asked me.
         �Umm, ummm,� I said, shaking my head �no� and biting into my 
sandwich.  �Anyways,� I said, when I�d gotten a big mouthful of my 
sandwich between my cheeks, �What good is having a boyfriend if you 
can�t bug him?�
         �Please don�t talk with food in your mouth, Chloe,� my aunt said.  I 
swallowed.
         �Sorry, auntie.  But I�m just playing,� I told her.
         �I know,� she said.  She smiled.  She went back to reading her 
magazine.
         Indoors, Brad put on some music, loud, so he wouldn�t be able to hear 
me if I said �toot toot� again.


         �I�m done with my happy meal!� I announced.  �Let�s play!�  Carefully 
I laid out the game boards I�d gotten from McDonald�s.  There was one for 
each person, plus one in the middle, for everyone to move their tokens 
around on.  It was �My Special Day,� for getting an �A� in school, and so I 
got to choose the game and make up the rules.
         Brad sat down.  He was eating some leftovers from dinner.  Rebecca 
sat down beside him.  
         �What is this, spin the bottle?� Brad asked.  He was unhappy that he 
couldn�t watch football on T.V.  But Rebecca told him we had to do just 
what I wanted, since this was my special day.
         �This game is called �Mate with Me Monopoly!� I said proudly.  �I 
made it up myself.�
         �Where�s the money?� Brad said.  �You can�t play Monopoly without 
money.�
         �In this game you can,� I replied.
         �Oh, great.  How in God�s name--� Brad began.
         �Brad.  Be nice!� Rebecca told him.
         �A Monopoly game, as modified by a little girl.  I�m sure this will be 
much more interesting than football,� Brad groused.
         �You�ll see, Bradley,� I told him.  I grinned at him.  
         �Don�t call me Bradley,� he said.  He frowned at me.
         �Okay, stink hole,� I said.  Rebecca giggled.  I cleared my throat.  
�Now, not only is there no money in my Monopoly, there�s no need for any 
of those property cards either.�  I had two pair of dice in my hands.  I 
shook them with both hands and sent them flying across the cocktail tray 
we were using as a flat surface.  (Since we were all sitting on pillows in 
the living room, on the carpet.)
         �Six!� I said, reading the dice.
         �Hey!  Who said you can go first?� Brad asked.
         �It�s my special day,� I told him proudly.  �Stink hole.�
         I counted out the six spaces, moving the dime that was serving as 
my token.
         �Or-- Or,� I said, bending close to read the square I�d landed on.
         �It says, �Go to Jail�,� Brad told me.
         �No it doesn�t, Bradley!� I said.  
         �It says Oriental Avenue, dear.  Would you like to buy it?� Rebecca 
asked me.
         �Oh, goodie!� I said.  I clapped my hands.  �That means I own all three 
of those light blue properties:  Ore Avenue, V Avenue, and that long one at 
the end, C Avenue.�
         �Cunt etiquette Avenue,� Brad said.
         �Connecticut Avenue,� Rebecca said.
         On my own copy of the Monopoly board, I drew a big red C through 
each of the light blue properties.  (For my name, �Chloe�.)  I told Rebecca 
and Brad to do the same on their copies of the Monopoly board.
         Rebecca rolled the dice next. 
         �Snake eyes!� Rebecca cried.  She picked up a penny.
         �Don�t use the penny.  Use the nickel,� I told her.
         �Why?� Rebecca asked me.
         �Because I want Brad to have the penny, because it�s the cheapest!� I 
told my aunt.
         �Dear, don�t be mean,� Rebecca said.  �I like the penny.  I�m going to 
use it for my token.�  She counted out two spaces.  �Community Chest.  
What happens now, Chloe?�
         �You have to do a sexy dance,� I told her.
         We watched as Rebecca did a belly dance.  She only had on her bikini 
and as Brad watched it he grew a lump in the front of his Speedos.
         �I�ll bet you wouldn�t get one of those watching football,� I said to 
Brad, pointing at his groin.  He cleared his throat and blushed.
         �This game does have some benefits,� he said.  �But I still think a 
game of Monopoly, using the boards we got free from McDonald�s, and 
moving pennies and nickels around, must be pretty dumb.  Especially if the 
whole thing�s been invented by a girl who still likes Happy Meals.�
         �Just wait,� I told him.
         My aunt finished her dance and sat down.  Brad rolled next.
         �Seven!� Brad said.  �I rolled more than anybody!  I�m in the lead!�  He 
moved his token forward seven spaces.  �Chance,� he said, reading the 
square he�d landed on.  �What do I get?�  I fell on the floor and laughed.
         �You get a slap on the ass!� I said.
         �What?!� Brad cried.
         �Pull down the back of your swimsuit.  Rebecca and me both get to 
slap your bare buns!� I told him.  My aunt made him obey.  We both whacked 
him as hard as we could with our palms.
         Brad settled his behind on the floor with a modest amount of 
discomfort after my auntie and me had both slapped him.  Then, as I 
prepared to roll the dice again, he grabbed the piece of paper from me that 
I�d written the rules on.
         �Hey!� I cried.
         �I want to see these damn rules, so I know what�s going to happen,� 
Brad said.  He looked at everything I�d written.  It said:

PUNISHMENTE FOR what SQUARE you LAND on:

Baltic Avenue - Masturbate yourself.
Income Tax - Everybody rubs food on your genitals.
Any Railroad - Lick everybody�s bottom hole.
Community Chest - Do a sexy dance.
Chance - Get a slap on the ass from everyone.
Oriental Avenue - Everybody splashes cold water on your genitals.
Jail - Everybody loads your butt crack full of ice cubes.
Virginia Avenue - Everybody fondles your genitals.
New York Avenue - Run around the house one time, naked.
Kentucky Avenue - Go to the bathroom in front of everyone.
Marvin Gardens - Lick everybody�s genitals.
Pennsylvania Avenue - Rub your genitals against everyone else�s genitals.
Boardwalk - Be penetrated by all the males� penises, and all the females� 
tongues, in your pussy.  (If you�re a male, penetrate all the females with 
your cock.)

         �Hey, wait a minute,� Brad said, reading my paper.  �It doesn�t say 
anything at all here about anybody owning property.  Chloe, since you 
landed on Oriental Avenue, you have to let everyone splash cold water on 
your pussy.�
         �YEEEEEK!� I shouted.  Rebecca took the paper from Brad and looked 
at it.  I drew myself up on my knees.
         �Chloe,� Rebecca said.  �I know you want us to chase you around my 
house.  But I don�t want anything broken.  So, if you want us to keep 
playing, I want you to promise not to make us have to chase you.  Also, if 
we�re going to be using water, I�d like to take a moment to spread out a 
mat on the floor so we don�t get the rug all wet.
         �Okay,� I said, hesitantly.
         �I�ll get the water!� Brad crowed.
         When they were ready to splash me, they pulled open the front of my 
panties.  I was wearing my bikini.  I watched, wide-eyed, as they poured 
ice cold water into the front of my swimsuit.  I screamed.  Rebecca 
laughed and held her ears, my scream was so loud.
         �This game is getting pretty good,� Brad admitted.  He looked over 
my paper again, after I�d been doused.  �What happens if somebody lands on 
Vermont Avenue?  Or on one of the other properties you don�t have written 
down?� he asked me.
         �It�s the same for all three,� I said.  �Connecticut, the V one, and the 
Ore one.�
         �Connecticut, Vermont, and Oriental?� Brad asked me.
         �Yes,� I said.  �Any of those that you land on, you get cold water 
splashed on you.�
         �Great,� Brad said.  �What about Jail?  What happens if you�re just 
visiting?�
         �It�s the same as being in Jail,� I said.  �There�s no �just visiting�.�
         �Oh,� Brad said.
         �How do you decide who wins?� Rebecca asked me.
         �He who cums is out,� I said.  �Or we can just play until we�re 
exhausted.�
         �Hmmm,� Rebecca said.  �You�ve made up a very naughty game, dear.�
         �Yep!� I said.  �Just wait �til Brad brings all the guys over from his 
fraternity at college!  Then it�ll be me, having another special day, and 
them!�
         �I�m not even in a fraternity... yet,� Brad said.
         �Well, join one,� I said.  �I want to play my game with all your hunky 
friends at college.  Tell them they can play a special Monopoly game with 
the prettiest girl in eighth grade!�
         �I don�t think they�d want to play with a girl who still eats Happy 
Meals,� Brad said.
         �I just thought the prize was cool,� I told him.  �A glow-in-the-dark 
moon pendant.  That�s pretty cool, don�t you think?�
         �Yeah, but it comes in a Happy Meal!� Brad said.
         �Tomorrow, Bradley, since it�s my special day, you�re going to eat a 
Happy Meal with me, so I can have three glow-in-the-dark moon pendants!�  
I tugged at the one around my neck.  I liked the feel of it, hanging there.  I 
hoped the living room lights were getting it nice and charged up so it 
would glow all night when I went to bed.
         �Tomorrow isn�t your special day anymore,� Brad said.
         �It is if I win this game,� I told him.
         �You just might,� Rebecca told me.  �A whole fraternity house, 
indeed!  You might ask me before you do that, dear.�
         �CAN I?� I said.
         �Let�s play this for now,� Rebecca answered.  �This is quite dirty 
enough, thank you.�
         We played.  I won.  The next day Brad ate a Happy Meal for me, so I 
could get another glow-in-the-dark pendant.  But Rebecca said I�d have to 
wait until I went to college before I could play Monopoly with all the 
hunky guys in the fraternity.
         �Then I�m going to get very good grades, so I can go to college early!� 
I told her.
         �Fine, dear,� my auntie replied.

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