"War Games" by Estragon (an356608@anon.penet.fi). The little boys are playing war games and the little girls are bored. They plead with the boys to be allowed to play, and eventually the boys give in and let them be nurses. The narrator convinces the most sophisticated (and initially most resistant) boy to be "wounded," and when the next two oldest boys see the "treatment" he is getting, they also develop wounds that require attention from the other two nurses. And so the little girls explore and experiment with the bodies of the little boys.

I would have preferred a nice, sweet story in which the little girls affectionately jack the little boys off. Note to all you little girls and boys who are NOT reading this review and who will certainly not read this story: I am not recommending that you should actually do this when you are twelve years old. Instead, wait till you grow up and then fantasize that you did this. If little girls do this, they should be aware that (1) the little boy may be a little asshole instead of a cute little feller like those we encounter in this story, (2) people get really bad diseases and possibly become pregnant when they fool around with sex when they don't really know what they are doing, (3) having a reputation as a little slut may be detrimental to lots of opportunities that will present themselves in your life, (4) people who start having sex too young find it really hard to stop and it may be better to be more mature before you get started at something as important as this, and (5) actually doing some of the things in this story may conflict with moral values that are important to you. I would also like to say to the young people who are NOT reading this story that even though I think it's fine for you to fantasize about these things I really cannot suggest that you use a story like this for fantasy material, because it's against the law in my jurisdiction for me to give advice like that to people who are "under age." People who are my age and make laws may themselves fantasize about children doing these things; and even if they don't, they fantasize that by making laws they can keep children from even thinking about these things. They even fantasize that young children will not learn these things from the gutter or from really bad stories if we keep them away from really good stories. It's not hard to imagine which of the fantasies described in this paragraph are the silliest, is it?

I don't know how that paragraph got there. Must be that Michelangelo virus acting up again. Anyhow, I would have liked the little boys and little girls to have mutually pleasured one another; but that's not quite the way Estragon works. If you've read this author's previous works, you know that a basic tenet promulgated by this author is that men are here as servants and playthings of women. And so, instead of fondling the wounded soldier's penis until he comes, the nurse instructs him to lie still while she tries to lift him up by one of his pubic hairs. Etc. War may be hell, but war games can be Learning Experiences.

As I have said in a previous review of Estragon's stories, I myself don't wholeheartedly accept Estragon's notions of the Sisterhood (my word, not hers), but there certainly is a kernel of truth in them; and in this story she repeats them through the Learning Experiences of the narrator: "Boys are like nothing. They're like optical illusions, you know? They might look big, but they're actually only a few inches long, if you get what I mean. WE scare THEM." To learn more, you'll have to read the story yourself.

The only problem I had with this story was that it was totally devoid of quotation marks. I guess that's because it is written from the perspective a twelve-year-old girl who had things other than punctuation on her mind. I adjusted to their absence, and I'm sure you will too. This is another excellent, fascinating story.