 
                      --===Chapter 15: Susan===--
 
Chapter 15
 
 
 
    "I never thought you'd fall for *him*," Susan sneered.  "I
mean, Christ, what a geek..."
 
    "He might be a bookworm," Julie allowed, not willing to
disparage him anymore, "but God can he *fuck*.  I mean, shit, I thought
I'd had experiences, but... damn, Susan, he makes my head spin!"
 
    "He must.  You haven't gone out with a football player in
three weeks."
 
    "Four," Julie said sourly.  "None of them wanted anything
to fuckin' do with me after the funeral.  You saw how Donny was,"  She
hadn't yet had the courage to call him that to his face, but she wanted
to.  "He was there for me.  For once, a guy actually cared *before* I
fucked him silly... and then *he* fucked *me* silly!  Jesus Christ, he
is hot!"
 
    "I think you're in love," Susan said snidely.  She
discounted the very thought that Donald White could possibly be all
that good in bed.  He was a geek, pure and simple.  He spent his days
on a computer, just like her step-brother, Gill.
 
    "Maybe I am," Julie allowed, her heart fluttering at the
thought.  "But fuck if I don't cream my jeans just sitting here
thinking about him and what he can do to me.  You really ought to
consider giving him a try."
 
    Susan snapped her head around as if she'd been hit with an
electric shock.  "Are you out of your fucking *mind*?  I mean, even if
he *was* my type, which he most definitely *is not*, I don't go around
screwing other girls' boyfriends!"
 
    "Shit, you know how I am, Suse.  He's not a boyfriend,
really... I don't have boyfriends.  I just like to get laid.  If you
want a run at him, go for it!"
 
    "I do *not* 'want a run' at Donald White.  That's sick."
 
    Julie shrugged.  "Okay, but I'm tellin' you... we've been
wasting a lot of years..." her voice cut off because just then Katie
walked into the lunch room, where they were sitting.  She quickly got a
tray and went to sit with them.
 
    "Hey, guys.  How are things going?"
 
    "Pretty good, Kate," Susan answered.  "Julie was just
telling me-"
 
    "How good you're getting on the squad," Julie said,
shooting a look at Susan.  It was not a friendly look.  "You might even
be able to make varsity next year."
 
    "You really think so?" she asked, not aware enough to
realize that she had just missed something that might have been
important to her.
 
 
 
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    "I can't even *read* that, let alone *say* it," Don said,
his eyes trying to twist three different ways at once from looking at
the so-called text in the book he had been handed.
 
    Veronica chuckled.  "No, you can't.  It's been magically
encrypted.  You recognize that it is text, but you have no idea how to
make out the letters or words.  Unless you know the spell to decrypt
it, which only works until you close the book again.  Here, let me show
you."
 
    Veronica took the book and opened it to a page at random. 
Then, she closed her eyes and chanted a fairly intricate spell that
took her almost a minute.  When she opened her eyes, she handed the
book back to Don.  "See?"
 
    Don could now read the words, though they were in a
language foreign to him, and he couldn't even begin to decipher their
meaning.  Veronica suddenly bounced the book in his hand with a giggle,
and he dropped it.  The book fell to the floor, closing as it did so. 
Don reached down to get it, and reopened it, only to have his eyes try
to see what his retinas looked like again.  He closed the book again
and handed it back to Veronica.
 
    "Didn't do me much good, anyway.  I don't speak gibberish. 
Or mageish, or whatever the heck that was."
 
    Veronica laughed at him as she put the book back on a
shelf.  She drew out another one, much smaller, and walked back to
him.  She kissed him before leading him over to the worktable they were
using.
 
    *I can't believe he's so nice to me.  Ripley looked
disgusted at the idea of having to sleep with me... and Don *plays*
with me!  He treats me more like a lover than as his instructor.  Maybe
the Fates don't hate me after all.*
 
    She sat down next to Don, who promptly caressed her back. 
She shivered at his touch, but tried to shake off his effect.
 
    "Stop that," she said playfully, as she opened the book. 
Don did not 'stop that.'
 
    "This book," she said, her voice wavering slightly.  "If
you don't cut it out, I'm going to change you into a horny toad!" she
promised.
 
    Don leaned in and tickled her ear with his tongue.  "You
make me horny all the time, anyway..."  Her insides melted as his
breath slithered into her ear.
 
    "Okay, okay, after I've explained this to you, I promise
we'll play.  Good enough?"
 
    "No," he said, kissing her on the cheek, "but I'll take
what I can get."
 
    "You're incorrigible!"
 
    "That's *encourageable*, Mistress," he said with a smirk. 
She smiled at him, and finally, he let his hand slide off her back,
where it had been drawing light circles on her robe.
 
    "This book," she said, taking a deep breath to try to shake
off the effects of his touch, "is yours.  It is also encrypted, so
don't bother opening it yet.  These are all of your... uh... well, to
use a term you're familiar with, your 'second level' spells."
 
    "How come there's no book of first level spells?"
 
    "Because you have to know a first level spell to be able to
read the book of second-level spells.  This ensures that no one can
just pick up a book and learn our magic; you have to have an instructor
to teach you the decryption spell."
 
    "Oh.  Well, I guess that makes sense.  Is this book in
gibberish, too?"
 
    "No.  It's in English, because English is your native
language."
 
    "Well, I thought English was your native language, too. 
How come that other book was in... whatever that was?"
 
    Veronica cocked an eyebrow at him.  "If you think I'm going
to reveal all of my secrets to you now, you have a lot to learn."
 
    "Yes, Mistress," Don said both seriously and playfully. 
She smiled at him to lessen the sting.
 
    "Now, if you laugh while reciting the decryption spell, it
won't work."
 
    "Why would I laugh during the spell?" he asked with a frown.
 
    "Because of the spell."
 
    It took Don twenty minutes to be able to say "Wipsy tipsy
wodum go boing boing bardon on hopscotch butter rolls" without
laughing.  When he was finally able to get it out, the spells in the
book rearranged themselves into words he could comprehend.  He was
trying to regain his breath, and so he set the book down carefully,
making sure to keep it open.
 
    "Why," he asked, when he'd finally caught his breath, "Is
the decryption spell so... stupid?"
 
    "My great grandmother had a twisted sense of humor,"
Veronica said.  "She even insisted that you do it in that damned
sing-song voice.  I hated my great grandmother," Veronica said with a
frown.  Don caressed her, and then hugged her to him, to comfort her. 
Veronica smiled at him, then pointed to the book.
 
    "As you can see, now you can read the book.  These spells
are all pretty straightforward, not too complex.  They will require
more concentration than the spells of the first circle."
 
    "Circle?"
 
    "Level, to your way of thinking.  There are eight circles
in our system of magic.  I have only mastered the first five.  You are
now among the second circle."
 
    "Oh.  Will I be meeting more magicians as we learn more?"
 
    Veronica gave him a sidelong glance.  "Perhaps."
 
    "Okay, what do you want me to learn from this?"
 
    "Everything."
 
    "Now?"
 
    "No, not now."
 
    "What, then?"
 
    "Have you not seen the calendar lately?  Tonight is a full
moon."  The look on her face was one of passion, and a little dismay. 
She always worried that Don would tire of her advances.  They did not
have sex only on the full moon; they had sex whenever she could manage
to get his clothes off, which didn't seem to require a lot of effort on
her part.
 
    "Yes, Mistress," Don said, now entirely playful.  He kissed
her neck and let his hand wander to one of her favorite spots, and she
moaned.
 
    *Yes, maybe the Fates like me after all.*
 
 
 
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    When the doorbell rang that Saturday, Don pretty much
ignored it.  His mom was in the living room, and she would probably get
it.  When someone knocked on his bedroom door, however, he looked up in
surprise.  It wouldn't be time for the gang to show up for another hour
or so.
 
    "C'mon in," he said, expecting his mother or something. 
When Julie opened the door, he smiled warmly.  "Hey, Jules," he said.
 
    Julie came in and closed the door behind her.  She walked
over and dumped herself into Don's lap, kissing him passionately. 
Their tongues were soon dancing together, and Don let his hand wander
down onto her ass, causing her to groan against him.
 
    After a while, they broke the kiss.  They couldn't do
anything with his parents home, and if they went much further, they'd
have to.  Julie leaned her head on his shoulder, her arms wrapped
around his neck.  Don liked his new relationship with Julie; not only
did he get laid regularly, but she was also much nicer to him now.
 
    "Donny," she said, very hesitantly, since she'd never
called him that before, "how come we never go out together?"
 
    Don got tingles when she used a nickname for him, but he
was more interested in her question.  "I didn't think you wanted to,"
he said simply.  Fucking him was one thing; being seen in public with
him was another.
 
    She looked up at him.  "Why wouldn't I want to?  It's not
like I'm going out with anyone else."    

    "Really?"  He was kind of surprised; Julie had never dated
one guy exclusively before.
 
    She shook her head.  "After the funeral..." Don squeezed
her more tightly, to help her get past those thoughts.  "None of my
usual dates wanted anything to do with me.  I guess they'd probably
date me now, if I came on to one of them, but... shit, why bother?  I
get better sex from you," she said with a coy smile.  He kissed her for
that compliment, and then she said, "I also get treated better.  So,
couldn't we go out sometime?"
 
    "Sure," he said.  He knew that today was supposed to be a
group day, but he didn't figure Gill would mind much.  Besides, he and
Gill hadn't been quite right together since Don had gotten back from
Zemlia Nov.  He remembered too much of what had gone on.  Making up his
mind, he said, "Why not this afternoon?  We could go to the...
amusement park."  He'd almost said museum, but he didn't think that was
Julie's style.
 
    She smiled broadly at him.  "I'd like that.  Will you win
me a teddy bear?" she asked in a small-girl voice.
 
    "Promise," he said, thinking, *I hope I have enough
money!*  She kissed him in gratitude, and then got up, so he could
stand.  After leaving a note for the others, they went out to get in
the car.  Don thought it would be a fun afternoon.
 
 
 
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    He was right about the afternoon; they'd had a blast.  They
rode the rides and played some games for several hours, then, as they
felt it was about time to go, Don led Julie over to the prize games. 
He had her pick out the teddy bear she wanted, thanking Fate that she
didn't want the biggest one.
 
    He'd had to resort to magic; the game was almost impossible
to beat, but it was for Julie, and he didn't want to disappoint her. 
He'd quietly cast a spell to improve his hand-eye coordination, and
thus his aim.  It had *still* taken him forever to win the bear.  It
would have been cheaper to just buy her one, but that wasn't the point,
of course.
 
    Julie squealed in delight, and kissed him as he gave her
the teddy bear.  Then they headed back to the car.  *Well, my first
date ever came off without a hitch*.
 
    He didn't know the hitch was waiting at home.
 
 
 
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    As Don walked into the house, with Julie and her bear in
tow, Don found Gill sitting in the living room, waiting for them.
 
    "'bout time you fucking got here."
 
    "I left you a note telling you where we were going."
 
    "You were *supposed* to be *here*," Gill snapped.  "We've
been doing this every Saturday for years, and now all of a sudden, you
just decide 'not this week?'"
 
    "Hey, we've missed weeks before.  This is no big deal. 
Julie wanted to-"
 
    "I don't give a rat's ass what *Julie* wanted!  This is
supposed to be *our* day!"  Gill's voice had risen, and it had drawn
the attention of the two other girls, not to mention Don's parents, who
were staying out of it, but watching intently.
 
    Don was only going to be pushed so far, but he tried one
more time to quiet Gill down.  "Look, what's the problem here?  It's
not like we had anything planned.  We were just going to spend the day
screwing around."
 
    "The *point* is that you were supposed to be *here*, not
off with some bimbo doing God knows what."
 
    Don's gaze darkened.  His voice, when he spoke, was far
harsher than it had been.  "If you call her that again in front of me,
I'll beat the living snot out of you."  His words were toned down
because he knew that his parents were standing there.  "As to what we
were doing, I took her to the amusement park.  Now, as to where I
should or shouldn't be..."
 
    Don strode over until he was standing only a couple of feet
from Gill.  "Who the hell are you to tell me what I can and can't do? 
Yes, we have a standing arrangement for Saturday.  Yes, I broke that
arrangement.  *Once*.  I left you a note; you had no right to expect me
to be back in anything like a reasonable time.  I didn't expect you to
wait here, I think I made that clear when I said, in the note, 'See you
Monday.'  If your Saturday was ruined, that was *your fault*.  I did
everything I possibly could about the situation.
 
    "If you don't like the fact that I actually had a date for
once, that's *your problem*.  I'm not going to stand here and be
dictated to just because you spent your Saturday being annoyed.  I have
better things to do with my time than get yelled at for being social. 
Maybe you should try it sometime.  Or maybe you should try thinking of
someone besides yourself for five minutes."
 
    Don turned and walked out of the room and up the stairs. 
The girls all stared at Gill, who had his jaw set in anger.  He stormed
out of the room, past the others, and out the front door.  Kate and
Susan looked at Julie, who blushed, and squeezed her teddy bear.
 
    Don's mother intervened at this point.  "Did he win that
for you?" she asked softly.  Julie nodded, blushing even deeper.  Don's
mother smiled.  "Why don't you go make sure he's okay?"
 
    Julie bolted for the stairs, just to get away from them
all.  Kate and Susan looked at each other.
 
    "Date?" Katie asked.  Susan just shrugged.
 
 
 
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    Upstairs, Julie knocked softly on Don's door.  In a second,
it opened.  His look was unfriendly, until he realized who it was, then
he smiled.  He took her arm and pulled her gently into the room,
closing the door.  Carefully, he pulled her arms open, took the bear,
and set it on the dresser.  Then he took her arms and wrapped them
around himself.
 
    "That bear was getting far too much attention," he said to
her with a smile.  She blushed again, but this was a more comfortable
blush.  She moaned as Don kissed her, his tongue slipping into her
mouth and brushing across her own tongue.  They stood that way for over
a minute, just kissing.
 
    Finally, they broke their kiss, and Don moved them over to
the bed, where they could sit beside each other.  Julie laid her head
on his shoulder.
 
    "I'm sorry I caused such a problem."
 
    "I'm not," Don said.  "And you didn't cause it.  He did. 
Gill's really pretty self-centered.  If things don't go the way he
wants, he blows up at you.  We've always gotten along because, up until
now, what he wanted was also what I wanted.  But since I don't think he
wants to date you..."
 
    "Ewww," Julie said, making a sour face.  She turned until
she was straddling Don's lap.  "I wouldn't date him if you paid me
to!"  She kissed Don tenderly this time.  "Donny... will we do this
again?"
 
    "Sure.  I like being with you, Jules."  He kissed her
again, and then they just sat quietly, being with each other.  It was a
good way to calm down from the stress of the argument.  They couldn't
know that the scene in the living room had had an effect on both of the
other girls.
 
 
 
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    For the next few days, Gill seethed in anger.  He'd been
supplanted by... by that *bitch*!  Don was *his* friend, and he didn't
need anyone else barging in.  He'd thought that Paul's death might make
them even better friends, but instead...
 
    *Argh!*  It wasn't that Gill didn't like girls; he had as
much interest in them as any teenage boy, but his interest seemed more
academic than practical, because he knew with his height, his looks,
and his personality, no girl would want anything to do with him.  He'd
*thought* the same was true of Don.
 
    *Ever since the day Paul died, Don's been acting
different.  The sonofabitch doesn't need his friends now?  Hell, with
all we've been through, and he just tosses me aside like some used
tissue or something.*
 
    Gill also was angry that no one else in the room had stood
up for his side.  *Not even his fucking parents, who are supposed to be
teaching him about loyalty and friendship.*
 
    What really irked him, however, was that Susan, his own
*dear* step-sister, had not only not stood up for him, but she'd
smirked at him as if it was funny to her.  *That bitch!*
 
    He had allowed his anger to build until finally he had to
do something about it.  So, here he sat, waiting for his father to get
home.  He knew this would take longer than it should; he had siphoned
out gas from his father's gas tank so that he wouldn't have enough to
make it home.  If his father didn't pay attention to the fuel gauge -
and he never seemed to - he would have to call AAA in order to get home.
 
    Sure enough, about thirty minutes late, his father came in
the door.  His face clearly displayed anger.  Gill was sitting on the
sofa, watching television, when his father slammed the door shut.
 
    "Susan!" he bellowed.  Gill muted the television
automatically; his father didn't like the interruptions when he was
yelling. Gill sat quietly as Susan came out of her room.
 
    "What's the matter, Daddy?" she asked.
 
    "You were the last person to use the car?"
 
    "Last night, yeah..."
 
    "How many times do you have to be told to check the damn
gas gauge?  I just spent a half hour waiting on some guy to bring me
gas because *you* let it get too low!"
 
    "Daddy, I..."
 
    "I don't want to hear it!" he interrupted loudly.  "This is
the last time this is going to happen.  I'm taking away your use of the
car for two weeks.  If this ever happens again, the suspension will be
*permanent*.  Do you understand?"
 
    "Yes, Daddy.  I'm sorry," she said, her voice soft and
cowed.  As she turned to leave the room, her eyes swept over Gill, who
was smiling maliciously.  *So that's what happened.*  She knew she'd
left the car with well over a quarter of a tank the previous night,
which should have gotten her father to work and back for the rest of
the week, easily.  *So, he wants to play this game, does he?*
 
    Susan went back to her room, and closed the door.  She had
no interest in a drawn-out prank war with her step-brother.  She sat
down at her desk and leaned back in her chair.  Her mind wandered over
things she could do to get back at him.
 
    *What I really need is something that will just knock him
completely on his ass.  Something he can't think of anything to get me
back with.  Oh, and something I won't get caught doing.*
 
    Susan sat for a long time, considering and rejecting
several ideas.  Finally, her thoughts coalesced.
 
    *What does Gill have that I can take from him?  After all,
he took the car.  But shit, he doesn't have anything.  He's got his
computer, but Mom and Dad would never ground him from that.  He has
schoolwork, but I wouldn't dare fuck around with that.  I mean, he's
got no reputation, no friends, except Don...*
 
*    Don.  What can I do to take Don away from him?  After
their little fight, it might not be all that hard to do.*
 
    Just then, thoughts of Julie's words came into Susan's
mind.  She got a wicked smile on her face.  Susan knew that Gill had
fantasized about her; she had found her panties in his room with his
cum all over them once.  She'd ridiculed him for a month after that,
and it had never happened again.
 
    *So, if I gave what he wants to his best... pretty much
only... friend, and then rubbed his face in it...*  She shivered at the
thought of doing it with Donald White.  *But there's something new
about him... and if Julie's not just blowing smoke, he might be... what
the hell am I thinking?  But then, he might be.  I mean, it's not like
Julie was some virgin.  She knows what sex is about.  If she gushes
like that...*
 
*    I have to find out, don't I?*
 
*    And if it means getting even with Gill in the process,
hey, all the better!*
 
*    Now if I only had a car...*
 
 
 
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    Julie pulled up outside the White home, and smiled over at
her friend.
 
    "Get that damned grin off your face," Susan said.
 
    "You're gonna have a good time," Julie promised her.
 
    "I'll call you when I'm ready to come home," Susan said. 
"Assuming he doesn't drive me home."
 
    "See ya tomorrow," Julie said with a smirk as Susan got out
of the car.
 
    "Get lost," Susan said in irritation.  It was bad enough
she was having to involve Julie in this little plot at all, but the
little slut refused to believe that Susan was doing this to get back at
her brother.
 
    *Fuck it.  Let's just get on with it.*  She walked up, and
rang the bell.  Kate answered the door, and smiled, but was confused.
 
    "Hey, Susan... what's up?"
 
    "Is your brother around?  I need to ask him for a favor."
 
    Kate eyed her friend for a long moment, but then shrugged. 
"Sure.  He's in his room."
 
    "Thanks."
 
    Susan headed up to Don's bedroom, and knocked on the door.
 
    "C'mon in," he replied, assuming it was Julie or Kate, or
maybe his parents.  Susan opened the door, and stepped in.  He was
facing the door, ready to talk to whoever it was, but Susan's presence
surprised him.
 
    "Uh... hi, Susan.  Um... what's up?"
 
    "Don, I need you to do me a favor."
 
    "Okay... if I can..."
 
    "I've been grounded from the car, and I need to go out to
the archery range to practice.  Kate's not old enough to drive, and
Julie had something else to do.  Can you take me out there, please?"
her voice had dropped its harder tone, and softened, to try to get her
way.
 
    Don thought it over for a minute, but didn't really have
anything else to do.  Besides, she'd asked nicely.  "Okay, sure.  How
long you figure we'll be?"
 
    "About an hour.  Thanks, Don."  She actually smiled at him,
which was a rare event.
 
    "Let me just tell my mom where we're going."
 
 
 
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    Susan didn't say anything on the way out to the archery
range.  When they got there, she motioned him down a dirt driveway,
instead of into the main parking lot.
 
    "Where are we going?" he asked.
 
    "The main range is closed already.  We'll have to use the
back range."  This was a lame story, but Don had never been out here
before, so he had no idea.  "Pull in there," she said, pointing to a
small clearing.  Don didn't see anything that resembled a target, but
he wasn't going to argue with her at this point.  Pulling in, he turned
off the car, and got out.
 
    Only at this point did it occur to Don that they didn't
have any archery equipment.  He'd assumed she kept her practice gear at
the range, but since the range was closed...
 
    Susan had walked around the back of the car, and was now
coming toward him.  The look on her face made him take a step
backward.  "Uh, Susan?  You don't have any gear or anything, how are
you going to practice?"
 
    "For what we're going to do, you have all the equipment we
need."  She kept moving forward, and Don took another step backward,
then another.  Susan moved a little sideways, and Don pivoted to keep
facing her.  He was sure this had been some kind of trick to play some
kind of nasty joke on him.  Still, she kept coming, and he backed up
again.  She was only a couple feet from him now...
 
    "Ow!" Don screamed, something very sharp jabbing him in the
back.  He jumped away from it, right into Susan's waiting arms.  She
wrapped her arms around him, and looked into his eyes.
 
    "Oh, I'm so sorry.  Did you get hurt?  Here, let me rub it
and make it better."
 
    Susan's hands moved down his back, right past the spot
where he'd been jabbed by a very well-placed arrowhead, and down onto
his ass, where she squeezed and rubbed vigorously.
 
    "Ah... Susan, that's not where..."
 
    His words were cut off when her lips plastered themselves
onto his own.  It took a long second for him to recover from the shock
before he was able to kiss her back, and when he did, he pushed his
tongue into her willing mouth, where it found an active partner to
dance with.  His hands came up onto her back, and he pulled her tightly
against him.  He had no idea what was going on, but he was going to
enjoy it while he could.
 
    Susan continued to kiss him for a long time, her hands
pulling at his ass and arousing him by rubbing her body back and forth
against him.  Don slid his hands down onto her ass, to do the same to
her.
 
    Finally, Susan broke their kiss.  She took hold of Don's
upper arms, and then turned, forcing him to go with her.  She turned
until he was standing in front of the car, the back of his legs
touching the bumper.  Susan pushed him forcefully, and he lost his
balance, falling onto the hood of the car with a cry of alarm.  Susan
moved in and pushed him up onto the hood a little further, until his
butt rested firmly on it.
 
    Grasping his belt, Susan feverishly worked to undo it.  In
only seconds, she had his belt and pants undone, and she reached in to
grab hold of the waistband of his briefs.  In one move, she began to
yank all of his clothes off his hips.  Don helped out of sheer
surprise, and soon his lower body was completely naked.
 
    Susan grinned as she saw his cock, almost erect now.  She
took it into her hands, and stroked it quickly, bringing it to full
erection in only a few seconds.  She hummed to herself, and then bent
down.
 
    Don groaned loudly as Susan's tongue licked over the head
of his dick.  She slipped her tongue all the way around, and then down
his length, all the way to his balls.  She licked his balls for a few
seconds, but then moved her tongue back up his prick to circle the head
again.  Don was already groaning and fighting to control himself.
 
    The next time Susan's head descended, Don's prick was
slipping between her lips.  She sucked on him, letting him slip into
her mouth little by little, while her fingers danced over his nuts. 
Slowly but surely, her mouth engulfed his cock, until she had all of it
in her mouth.  Don could barely stand the pleasure of it.  When Susan
began to move her head more rapidly, still taking him all the way into
her throat with each move, he knew he couldn't last much longer.
 
    After only a few more strokes of Susan's luscious lips, Don
grunted and tapped her shoulder, trying to warn her that he was about
to come.  She didn't stop, but kept up her sucking.  If anything, she
increased her pace, and Don knew he was past the point of no return. 
Only a second or two later, he clenched his eyes tightly shut, and he
felt his cock quiver as his cum blasted from its tip.  Susan stopped
her bobbing, but her lips continued to suck on his cock, until he had
given her every drop of cum he was going to.  She licked the tip of his
cock to get the straggling drops, and then she swallowed, her lips
still holding the head of his prick between them.  It was a sensuous
moment.
 
    Don took a few gasping deep breaths before he was finally
able to look up at Susan, who was waiting, her hand gently playing with
his dick and a wicked smile on her face.
 
    "Did you enjoy that?" she asked, no malice evident in
either her voice or her gaze.
 
    "Immensely," he said, a little breathless.  Before she
could say anything else, though, he began to slip down off the hood of
the car.  She moved back, but didn't straighten up, instead crouching
slightly to keep eye-level with him.
 
    When he was comfortably standing - or rather crouching, as
she was - on the ground, he reached out and gave her a not-so-gentle
push backward.  She rolled onto her back, and Don was soon leaning over
her.  He bent down and kissed her passionately, tasting himself on her
tongue, but not caring.  His hand reached down, and it unbuttoned and
then unzipped her jeans.
 
    "Now it's your turn," he said to her, breaking their kiss. 
He moved rapidly, taking hold of her jeans and panties.  She lifted her
hips readily, and he pulled all of her garments down.  He yanked her
shoes off, and then pulled off all her clothes, leaving her nude from
the waist down.  Don quickly moved between her legs, and Susan spread
herself lewdly for him.
 
    Don leaned down, and ran his tongue over Susan's moist
lips.  She moaned and rolled her hips at him, already aroused from
sucking him off.  He licked her again, then he plunged his tongue into
her waiting hole.  Susan screamed as his tongue entered her, and her
hips began to buck as he wiggled it inside her.  Don moved his hands up
under Susan's T-shirt, to fondle and grope her tits, rolling them in
his hands and squeezing them.  She cried out in pleasure as he did so,
and she squealed when he finally moved his fingers to her nipples and
tugged on them, rolling them between thumb and forefinger while his
tongue continued to wriggle within her cunt.
 
    Don pulled his tongue out of her hole, and moved it up and
down her slit, back and forth, feeling her shiver from the pleasure. 
Finally, he moved his mouth up toward her clit, and she bucked her hips
in mere anticipation of what was to come.  When his tongue slipped over
the side of her clit, Susan bucked her hips up at him strongly, and
screamed out.  He continued to lap over her swollen bud, keeping his
mouth in contact at all times, despite her writhing and bucking.
 
    When he finally sucked her clit into his mouth, he also
pinched her nipples, causing a jolt of electricity to run through her
entire body.  Susan's back arched, and she came strongly.
 
    "Oh, God, *Donnnnn*!" she screamed out, her wail echoing in
the little clearing.  Her pussy coated his chin with juices, and he
lapped them up, returning frequently to her clit to prolong her
pleasure.  Susan came for a long time, until finally she collapsed back
onto the grass, panting.  Don released her then, and moved above her. 
He would wait until she was conscious, but he had to fuck her now. 
While he waited, he removed his shirt, and then very carefully pulled
hers off her body.  She didn't resist, but she wasn't yet ready to help
him, and so she simply let him do it.
 
    Once Susan had gotten her senses back, she opened her
eyes.  She saw Don staring down at her, his gaze patient, but there was
obvious lust in his eyes.  She wanted nothing more than for him to
fulfill his desires.
 
    "Fuck me," she said hotly.  In an instant, Don's cock was
at her opening, and he was pressing into her.  Susan cried out in
pleasure as his dick slipped within her in one long, smooth stroke. 
She rolled her hips to add to the sensations, and felt his dick brush
against her clit.  That sent shivers throughout her body.
 
    Once Don was fully buried inside her, he paused.  Leaning
down, he kissed her, hard.  After breaking their kiss, he said, "You
ready?"
 
    She nodded breathlessly, still trying to recover from the
kiss.  She grunted loudly as Don pulled back about halfway, and then
slammed back into her, full force.  She didn't have time to recover as
he did it again and again.  She was grunting and groaning, her hips
bucking up at him in time with his moves, trying to drive him fully
inside of her.  Her cunt was grasping at his prick, massaging it,
working to bring it to climax.
 
    Don was enjoying having Susan beneath him.  She was
beautiful, and sexy, and one hot little minx, which he'd never
expected.  He was grunting with each thrust, as Susan's pussy tried to
keep him inside of her.  She was twisting beneath him, her body covered
with a light sheen of sweat, and her hair tangled from being thrashed
around as her head twisted from side to side.  He took one hand and
began to fondle one of her breasts again, redoubling her moans and her
writhing.
 
    Susan was in heaven.  Her pussy was being filled by a nice
cock that was giving her a wonderful pounding.  Don's hand was sending
tingles through her tit, especially as he found her nipple and began to
toy with that.  She was on the verge of her orgasm, and her hips were
moving more quickly now, trying to drive him as deep inside her as they
could.  She could feel Don's body tensing; she knew he was close.
 
    Susan squeezed her pussy muscles, clamping down on Don's
prick.  That was all Don could take, and he slammed into her one last
time, burying himself to the hilt as his cock spewed its load deep into
her cunt.  The feel of his hot seed washing her insides was what Susan
needed to get over herself, her orgasm rippling through her.  Her back
arched, thrusting her tits up against Don's chest, and she let out a
throat-wrenching wail of pleasure.  Her cunt continued to ripple along
Don's cock, squeezing it and milking the cum from his balls.  Don
grunted in his pleasure, his body quivering in climax.
 
    For a long moment, the two twisted together in the grass,
lost to their passions.  When they finally began to settle, Don moved
to the side, reluctantly slipping from her hot cunt.  He pulled her
against him, and there they rested.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    It took several minutes before both of them were coherent
enough to say anything at all.  Don had recovered first, but he could
see that Susan was still out of it.  He caressed her side gently, and
wondered just what the hell was going on.  He hoped that she would tell
him when she was ready, but he wasn't going to push things.  If she had
simply needed to get laid tonight, and chosen him, that was perfectly
fine.  Anything more than that could get very complicated.
 
    Finally, Susan moved against him.  Had she pushed away from
him, he would have let her go, but she didn't.  She wriggled slightly,
settling more comfortably against his body.  Then she opened her eyes. 
She saw him looking at her, and she smiled.  Leaning forward, she
brought her lips to his, but this kiss was a little more tender than
any before it.  Don caressed her back as they kissed more calmly.
 
    After a bit, Susan pulled away from him ever so slightly. 
She didn't try to get up, she just needed a little breathing space. 
Don let her go, but kept his hand on her side.
 
    "Thanks," she said, smiling at him.  It was a different
Susan than he was used to seeing, and he remembered Veronica's words
about how Susan had built a wall around herself.
 
    "Susan," he started, not sure how to ask what was on his
mind, "this was loads of fun, but... why did we do it?"
 
    Susan frowned.  She'd found that Julie was right; he was an
incredible lover.  She'd never had a boyfriend who could keep up with
her without being scared off, yet Don had 'fought' right back, at her
own pace.  She'd done this to spite someone, but that someone wasn't
Don, and now she worried what he'd think of her.  She rolled up into a
sitting position, and he followed.
 
    With a heavy sigh, she said, "You'll think I'm awful, but I
did it to get even with Gill for losing my car privileges for me."  She
explained for a second, then said, "I figured if I slept with you, then
rubbed his face in it, he'd be crushed.  I know he has a *thing* for
me.  Yuck."
 
    "But didn't you think 'yuck' about me, at one point?" Don
asked, just to twist her tail a little.
 
    She blushed.  "Yeah, I did.  But you've... changed.  Ever
since Paul died, you've been different.  I can't really say how,
just...  And then with Julie gushing about how wonderful you are in
bed..."
 
    "She brags about me?" Don asked, slightly mortified.
 
    "Just to me, I think.  She makes sure that Katie never
hears her.  Hell, Julie even told me I should... uh..."
 
    "What?"
 
    "Try you out, basically."
 
    "She knows about this?"
 
    "Yeah.  She drove me out here so I could put that arrow you
bumped into in the right spot."
 
    "Oh.  Sneaky little vixen, ain't ya?" he said.  She blushed
again.
 
    Don sat for a moment, thinking.  Susan looked at him, and
could tell there were thoughts running through his mind that she
couldn't fathom.
 
    "Do you still plan on telling Gill about this?" Don asked.
 
    "I'm not sure," Susan said uncertainly.  For some reason,
her resolve to be cruel was wavering around Don.  He reached over, and
gently pulled her back down, so they were lying together. She looked up
at him as he was leaning on his elbow, looking down at her.
 
    "I think if that was your plan, you should probably go
through with it.  Otherwise, what was the point?"
 
    "I got laid," she said, shocking herself.
 
    "There is that," Don replied with a chuckle.  He let his
hand wander across her abdomen, and she shivered at his touch. 
"Still," he said, "you could have gotten laid by anyone, at any time,
looking like you do.  You picked *me* for a specific reason."
 
    "Well, I wouldn't have done it with you if it hadn't been
for Julie.  She's right; you're great."  Don blushed at that comment,
and let his hand wander lower.  Susan parted her legs as soon as his
hand came within range of her pussy.  He slipped his hand down between
her thighs, and walked his fingers across her pussy lips.  She
shuddered, and her eyes became hooded quickly.
 
    "Are we ever going to do this again?" Don asked then, his
fingers still dancing over her cunt.
 
    "Mmmm.  Any time you want," she said.
 
    Don moved quickly, rolling on top of her, and replacing his
fingers with his cock.  As he pushed into her forcefully, he said, "I
was thinking right now."
 
    Don fucked her strongly but slowly, and Susan passed out
from the pleasure.
 
 
 
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    The next day, Don was standing at his locker, pulling out
the books for his first few classes, when Gill came up to him and
shoved him to the ground.
 
    Don flipped himself over, and looked up at his friend, who
was obviously pissed about something.
 
    *I guess Susan told him.*
 
    "You motherfucker," Gill seethed.  "You know better than
that."
 
    Don got to his feet without being accosted further by
Gill.  The kids in the hall were looking their way, but no one believed
these two were going to start a fight, so there wasn't the usual
anticipation.
 
    "What the hell's your problem?" Don asked calmly.
 
    "You *know* what my fucking problem is, you asshole!  My
sister is *off limits*!"
 
    "The last time I checked, she was free to make her own
choices about that sort of thing..." Don was trying to keep his voice
calm, because it was obvious that Gill was furious.  As he was expected
to be; Susan picked a better retaliation than she knew.
 
    Gill balled up his fist, and lunged at Don.  He was so
enraged, however, that he telegraphed his move long before he ever
started moving, and Don merely stepped to one side.  Gill's hand
impacted a locker, denting it.  Don stepped far enough away to be out
of range.  Kids were starting to gather now.
 
    "Would you just calm down?" Don said quietly.  This
reminded him very much of the fight between Gill and Paul in Zemlia
Nov, only with Gill being the enraged one this time.
 
    *I suppose he has some amount of right to be pissed... I
mean, he's wanted in Susan's pants for a long time, and then to have
her drop them for me... But it was *her* choice, not mine, and he
doesn't run her life *or* mine.*
 
    "I'll calm down as soon as I've busted your nose," Gill
growled, and swung again.  Don was able to dodge this one, too.  Gill
was usually pretty good in a fight, but he was so angry now that he
couldn't think clearly.
 
    "Look, Gill, what's done is done.  Hurting me over it isn't
going to fix anything."
 
    "It'll keep you from fucking with my sister again!"
 
    "No, it won't," Don said honestly.  It wasn't a good thing
to say.  Gill lunged at him, but Don stepped aside one last time, and
watched Gill go five feet past him before he was able to stop.  Gill
whirled.  "It would, I imagine, make Susan hate you even more.  Whether
or not I see Susan again is up to Susan, not up to you.  Whether you
want to believe me or not, what happened last night was her idea, and
quite frankly, she didn't give me a hell of a lot of choice in the
matter, not that I fought back or anything.  She was getting even with
you, man."
 
    "And you helped her, you motherfucker."
 
    Don shrugged.  "I had no idea what she was doing until
afterward.  A little late, then."
 
    "You're dead meat.  I'm going to beat the living shit out
of you.  You can't hide from me forever."
 
    Don looked over and saw a teacher standing and watching. 
This was obviously the reason that Gill wasn't trying to hurt him
anymore.  Don looked back at Gill, and could see the fury in his eyes. 
He sighed heavily; he hadn't wanted to fight *another* friend this
year, but it didn't look like he had a choice in the matter.
 
    "Fine.  Saturday afternoon, my back yard.  My parents will
be out of town for the day.  Two-thirty."
     "Winner takes Susan," Gill spat.
 
    "Susan is not a prize to be fought over, Gill."
 
    Gill stepped close and looked up at Don.  "I'm going to
teach you why you should have listened to me."  He turned and stormed
off, brushing past kids so roughly that he even knocked one to the
ground.  Don's eyes connected with those of the teacher, and then he
shrugged.  The teacher nodded and moved off.
 
    Don finished getting his books while he contemplated the
idea of having to fight Gill.
 
    *In a straight, fair, fight, I'm toast.  I wonder if it's
okay to use magic on something like this.  I'll have to talk to
Veronica about it.*
 
    Just then, the warning bell rang, and he hurried to get to
class.
 
 
 
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    Veronica opened the door with a smile on her face, and she
opened her arms to her student.  Don stepped close, embraced her, and
kissed her.  Veronica could tell something was wrong; he was obviously
willing, but he was also very clearly distracted.  She broke their kiss
after a short moment, which should have elicited a comment from Don,
but didn't.
 
    She smiled softly at him, and then turned, walking toward
the part of the house she had set up for their training sessions.  Don
followed behind her silently, not even distracted by the sway of her
ass, as he normally would have been.
 
    Once they were inside the room, Veronica closed the door,
and dimmed the lights just slightly.  She hated working in harsh
lighting.  Finally, she turned to Don and gave him a rather stern
glance.
 
    "Okay, what's the matter?"  Her tone was firm, but also
caring.  She managed to communicate both that she was worried, but that
she also insisted on knowing what was going on.
 
    Don didn't figure he could hide it from her, and hadn't
really intended to try.  He sighed heavily, and walked over to his
usual stool, hiking himself up on it and hooking his feet as he always
did.
 
    "I have to fight my best friend on Saturday."
 
    "Gill?  Why?" Veronica asked.
 
    Don spent the next few minutes explaining the events of the
last couple days to her.  She came over and sat on her stool, very
close to him, and her face took on a concerned expression.
 
    "You said that Susan was hiding behind a wall of hate.  Why
would she let me past it?"
 
    "A couple of reasons.  It's hard to be intimate with
someone and still pretend to hate them if you don't.  Also, she needed
to like you to make her plan work.  She probably thought she could put
her wall back up between you when she was finished.  You surprised her."
 
    "How?"
 
    Veronica shrugged.  "You're a pretty nice guy.  Probably
something you said or did, or maybe she just realized she wanted to be
close to someone."
 
    "You think... she might remember something from the game? 
I mean, she almost reminded me of her game self."
 
    Veronica nodded.  "She would.  As I said, if you strip away
that shell she hides inside, she is very much her game-self already.  I
doubt she remembers anything from the game.  If so, it would be only a
vague impression... which could be why she allowed you to get so close
in the first place.  Once there, she realized she didn't want to push
you away."  Veronica reached over and grabbed Don's hand.  "You're hard
to break free of, you know that?"
 
    Don looked up at her in confusion.  "Huh?"
 
    "Every time you leave here, I feel an empty spot.  I don't
love you, don't get me wrong.  I haven't loved anyone in a long time. 
But you fill a need in my life, and it's hard to let go of that when I
have to.  Probably Susan has the same problem.  Anyone who hides behind
a wall that thick... chances are you fill a void in her life, too.  So,
she won't want to let go.  I never do."
 
    Don blushed.  He liked being with Veronica, and he loved
having sex with her, but he hadn't ever thought how it might affect
her.  He struggled to get his thoughts back on track.
 
    "Well, okay, I suppose.  And I really don't mind being with
Susan at all, either... but it's going to get my ass kicked on
Saturday."
 
    Veronica looked at him for a long moment, considering. 
Coming to a decision, she slipped off her stool and walked over to the
bookshelf.  She pulled a large volume off the shelf, and walked back to
the worktable, where she set it down carefully.
 
    "What I'm about to do breaks the rules," she said.  "You
haven't passed your second circle tests, and I shouldn't even be
showing you this book.  You can't touch it, but I will teach you a
couple of spells from it."
 
    "Why?"
 
    "Because your friend Gill is being a prick.  And because if
he beats you up too badly, it will take longer for you to master your
second circle training.  And because... because unlike me, Susan might
actually be in love with you."
 
    Don snapped upright at that thought.  Veronica
intentionally did not notice his expression, and began to chant the
decryption spell on the book in front of her.  She finished it off, and
then turned to the necessary page.
 
    "We'll start with this.  Now pay close attention, because
you may have trouble doing these spells..."
 
 
 
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    Don had spent the last two nights over at Veronica's house,
learning the few spells she was willing to let him see.  He hoped it
would be enough.  He didn't want to hurt Gill, but he didn't want to
wind up in the hospital himself, either.  He spent his morning
switching between meditating on his magic, and moving around to bleed
off tension and keep himself loose.  He knew he was heavily outmatched;
Gill was a jock as well as a nerd, and Don had no hope of beating him
in a straight-up match.
 
    He wondered, briefly, if it was really fair to 'cheat' by
using magic, but then realized that fair didn't really enter into this
fight, as the whole point of it wasn't really 'fair.'  They were
fighting because Gill wanted to dictate the actions of two other
people, both of whom objected to having their actions dictated.  Don
had taken the time to talk to Susan about the matter, and while she was
worried about what would happen, she admitted that she wanted to keep
seeing Don, so what was about to happen would eventually have to take
place.
 
    Shortly before two o'clock, Katie came out into the back
yard.  She looked at Don for a moment, and then walked to his side,
disrupting his meditation.  He was almost irritated, until he saw who
it was.
 
    "Hey, Katie," he said softly.
 
    "Do you have to do this?" she asked.
 
    "Gill's not giving me much choice."
 
    "You're going to get hurt."
 
    "Probably."
 
    "Then why?"
 
    "You'll have to talk to Susan about it."  No one had, as
yet, told Katie exactly what was going on.  She only knew that
suddenly, a large rift had formed in the group of her friends, and she
was confused and frightened.  Don looked at her, and then hugged her. 
He had to be careful; he was still used to hugging her in a far
friendlier manner, but she wouldn't understand that here.
 
    "I'll be as careful as I can."
 
    Katie turned as she heard the doorbell.  She'd left the
back door open for just that reason.  She went inside, leaving Don to
sort out his thoughts.  Susan came out to the back with Julie in tow. 
They both looked scared.
 
    "Don, you can't do this," Susan said.  "He's been working
out extra-hard all week, and he's pissed.  I'm afraid he's going to
really hurt you."
 
    "Donny, don't do this," Julie cried.  Don reached over and
hugged her, rubbing her back.  Susan looked enviously at the two, but
she wasn't sure what she should do in front of Kate.
 
    "Susan, I need to talk to you," Kate said, her voice a
little hard.  Don looked up, and Susan caught his eye.  He shrugged,
and then Susan turned.  He went back to trying to console Julie.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    In the kitchen, Kate directed Susan to a chair, and she sat
across the table from her.  "Okay, what the fuck is this all about?"
 
    Susan stammered for a second, which was very
uncharacteristic of her.  "Kate... I slept with your brother."
 
    "You did *what*?" Kate asked incredulously.  "When?"
 
    "Wednesday night."
 
    "Huh.  'Archery practice,' huh?"
 
    "Well, he hits the target pretty good..." Susan said
without thinking, then blushed beet-red.
 
    Kate choked.  She couldn't believe that Susan had said that
about her brother.  Next, she felt her body flush at the thought of it,
but she had to push that aside; it was inappropriate.
 
    "And Gill found out?"
 
    "I told him.  I was... getting even with him."
 
    "You *used* my brother?  Does he know?" Katie demanded very
angrily.
 
    Susan nodded quickly.  "I told him right after we... you
know.  I wasn't sure I wanted to tell Gill after that.  Don told me to
go ahead.  He said... well, he said that if I'd laid him in particular
to get even with Gill, then it made little sense not to finish what I'd
started."
 
    "So this is all your fault."
 
    Susan hung her head.  "Yeah.  I didn't really expect Don to
do this.  I figured he'd back away when Gill threatened him."
 
    "Why don't *you* leave him alone, then?"
 
    Susan looked up at her friend, and blushed.  "I... I can't."
 
    "Why not?"
 
    "Kate... you'd... I mean, I can't really explain it.  I'm
not suggesting this, don't get me wrong, but you'd just have to sleep
with him to understand.  There's something about Don, and it only seems
to dawn on you after you've been to bed with him... I don't know. 
Really.  Maybe I was just ignoring it until then.  Maybe you already
see it in him.  But... shit, I don't know, Kate.  I just know he's the
first guy I've ever cared about who actually cared about me."
 
    Kate sat for a long minute, thinking.  She tried very hard
to ignore the tingles in her nether regions, imagining her brother and
Susan in bed together.  She shook her head to clear the image, and
focus on the problem.
 
    "There's nothing we can do, is there?"
 
    "No.  I'm sorry.  If I didn't feel so damned attached to
Don all of a sudden... I wish I could explain that to you better, but I
don't really get it myself.  And Gill won't back off."
 
    "You remember the thing last Saturday, with Julie?"
 
    Susan nodded.
 
    "I don't think Gill would let Don have any kind of
permanent girlfriend.  I think he's too jealous."
 
    Susan nodded again.  "I think it's just... I mean, the
idea... you know that Gill wants to screw me, don't you?"  Kate
nodded.  "I gave Don something Gill wants, so he feels betrayed by both
of us.  I didn't really think he'd do this, Kate.  I swear."
 
    "Your brother's been acting a little weird lately."
 
    Susan shrugged.  "Not really... it's just showing more than
usual while he's around you guys."
 
    "Oh."
 
    Just then, the doorbell rang.  Susan walked out to the back
yard, and Kate went to get the door.  It was, as expected, Gill.
 
    "He's out back," she said.
 
    Gill looked hard at her, and then walked past her.  She
followed at a safe distance, all the way out to the back yard.  She
stayed at the entrance to the kitchen, in case she needed to grab the
phone quickly.  She was very scared for her brother.
 
    "I'll give you one last chance to back off.  You promise to
stay away from Susan, I won't have to break you in half."
 
    "Even if I was inclined to stop dating your sister, which
I'm not, I'm not about to let you run my life like that."
 
    Gill's jaw set, and his expression darkened.  Don was
trying to decide exactly what to do when Gill leapt forward and
connected with a left hook.  Don went tumbling to the ground.  Julie
screamed as he tried to shake his head clear.  Gill kicked him in the
side, causing him to roll over and over.  He stopped face up, right
next to the fence.  He looked over and saw Gill moving toward him.  Don
pivoted himself, and managed to get into a sitting position against the
fence.  When Gill saw him moving, he slowed down a little.
 
    This was the wrong thing for Gill to do, as it gave Don
time to think.  He prepped himself for an illusion spell, one of the
simplest he knew.  Gill, seeing that Don wasn't moving, decided it was
time to move in for the kill.  He got to just within range, and Don's
hand shot out and he quietly muttered the end of the spell.
 
    Gill saw a blinding flash of light, and his eyes hurt. 
Just then, Don moved forward, and kicked out, connecting with the
inside of Gill's knee.  Gill collapsed to the ground, his legs taken
out from under him.
 
    Don knew that he hadn't done any major damage to Gill; he
wasn't strong enough on his own for that.  He'd merely gotten him off
balance, which bought Don some time.  He scrambled to his feet and
quickly moved away from Gill, back into the center of the yard.  To the
girls, it appeared as if Don had thrown dirt into Gill's face, for they
had not seen the flash, which had been directed solely at Gill.
 
    Don stood, waiting, as Gill moved back to his feet.  He
knew that, rightfully, he should have kicked or hit Gill while he was
down; that was the smart thing to do, to disable his opponent quickly. 
He couldn't do it, however.  Gill was still his friend, and he wouldn't
fight him in that way.  Besides, he had his conscience to think about,
and if he did that to Gill, then Gill would be right in holding a
grudge.
 
    Gill glared at Don, blinking his eyes and trying to stare
away the pain that the flash had caused.  Gill noticed that Don was
doing something weird with his hand, but since it wasn't dangerous, he
ignored it.
 
    At least, Gill *thought* it wasn't dangerous.  Don was
actually casting a very complicated third-circle spell that he only
hoped he had right, since he'd only been able to practice it for two
days.  It was a confusion spell that would affect Gill's balance and
coordination.
 
    Gill moved toward Don, but as Don's hand kept moving in
that strange way, he felt himself getting a little dizzy.  He fought
through it, but it was getting harder to move in a straight line.  He
got within an arm's length of him, and threw a clumsy right cross that
entirely failed to connect with anything more solid than air.
 
    Don, seeing that Gill was off-balance from the missed
punch, swung on Gill, connecting with his jaw.  Don's hit wasn't strong
enough to do much to Gill other than piss him off, under normal
circumstances, but as dizzy as he was already, the punch knocked him
right to the ground.  Don backed away again, moving away from where the
girls were standing, so they wouldn't get caught up in this stupidity.
 
    Finally, Gill struggled to his feet.  Since Don had stopped
casting the spell, Gill's head was clearing.  Now he had a sore knee
and a sore jaw, and a *very* sore ego.  He moved toward Don
purposefully, clearly intent on doing him harm.
 
    Don waited until he was close enough, and then he threw
it.  It was a small plastic ball, and he launched it out of his hand in
an underhand motion, right past Gill's head.  He never intended for it
to connect, and it didn't.  The swift motion of the ball, however,
distracted Gill for a second, which was what Don needed.  He finished
chanting the strength spell that Veronica had taught him.  It would
only last a few seconds, at his current level of magical ability, but
hopefully he wouldn't need more.  Stepping forward, he slammed his fist
as hard as he could into Gill's solar plexus.
 
    Gill was stunned.  He couldn't breathe; the air had
whooshed out of him when he'd been hit, and he couldn't seem to get any
more back into his lungs.
 
    *Since when can that fucker hit this hard?*  Gill dropped
to his knees, gasping for air.  He saw Don in his peripheral vision,
and lunged at him, hoping to make a last-ditch effort at getting him to
the ground where he could choke the life out of him, but Don managed to
slip well out of reach.  Gill spent two minutes trying to get air back
into his lungs, slowly able to breathe again.  He staggered to his
feet, unsteady and still very angry.
 
    Gill looked very surprised when Don pulled out his yo-yo. 
They had all played with the stupid things when they were little kids,
but Don had kept his fascination with the toy throughout his teen
years.  He was excellent with it, but what the hell was he doing with
it *now*?
 
    "You might not know," Don said, bouncing the toy up and
down in its normal motion, "how the yo-yo came about.  I won't bore you
with the entire history, but let me just say that the yo-yo started out
as a weapon.  It was a hunting tool."
 
    Don stepped just slightly closer to Gill, and moved so fast
that Gill could barely see him.  The move was magically augmented by
another third-circle spell.  Gill felt something whip across his hair,
and then heard a slap.  His eyes were finally able to focus, and he saw
the yo-yo sitting firmly in Don's grasp.
 
    "Three inches or so lower, and it would have hit you in the
temple.  This isn't a standard Duncan, by the way.  This sucker's made
of stainless steel.  I got it from a professional yo-yo master.  Yes,
there is such a thing.  I got it because I thought it was cool.  I
never realized I'd need to actually use it against someone.
 
    "I'm not going to fight you anymore.  Sooner or later, you
would hurt me, or I'd hurt you, and then our parents would get
involved, all sorts of grounding and explanations and bullshit like
that.  I don't feel like it.
 
    "So, here's how it goes.  You can try to attack me again,
but I've got a weapon now, and you know how well I can make this thing
fly.  If I hit you with this at full speed, it's going to hurt like
hell.   Of course, you could get lucky and I'll miss.  Or you could
just have some goddamned brains and drop it!  I'll continue to see
Susan as long as she wants to go out with me.  Whether you beat me up
or not, it won't change that.
 
    "So what's it going to be?" Don said, bouncing the yo-yo
again, then dropping it and letting it spin at the end for a long
moment, looking deep into Gill's eyes.
 
    "You fucking asshole," Gill said.  He heard the slap of the
yo-yo into Don's hand; it was completely ready to be used.  Gill
stormed off, moving to the gate to the front yard.  He opened it and
walked through it, slamming it behind him.  In a few moments, they
heard a car engine roar to life, and squealing tires announced his
departure.
 
    Don stood still, trying to recover from the idea that he'd
survived this little battle.  Julie was soon at his side, and Susan was
close behind.  They each squeezed an arm, and rubbed his back.  Susan
leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, then turned his face to hers and
kissed him softly on the lips.  He kissed back, still slightly dazed.
 
    After Susan let him go, Katie stood in front of him and
stared at him.
 
    "You don't *have* a stainless steel yo-yo.  I've seen your
entire collection."
 
    "You're right.  I don't.  But we did have some chrome paint
in the garage."  He handed her the yo-yo, which was a standard plastic
butterfly-style yo-yo, only painted to look like blue chrome.
 
    "You *bluffed* him?" Susan said incredulously.
 
    "Did you think I wanted to get my head handed to me?  I
can't fight Gill.  He's my friend... or was; I'm not so sure now... but
even playing some dirty tricks, I can't fight him."  He looked down,
and both of the girls nearest him squeezed his arms tighter in support.
 
    "I didn't like doing this," he said to no one in particular.
 
    "You want to go somewhere?" Susan asked.  "Get your mind
off it?"
 
    Don shook his head negatively.
 
    "How about with Julie?" Susan offered.
 
    Don raised an eyebrow at her.  "No.  Sorry, girls, I'm just
not much in the mood right now.  I think I just lost my best friend.  I
just want to be alone."
 
    Don kissed each of the girls at his side, and then went
back into the house.  The three girls stared at each other, unsure of
what they should do.
 
 
 
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    A couple hours later, Katie walked quietly into Don's
bedroom.  He hadn't bothered to shut the door all the way, and that
usually meant he wouldn't mind if she came in.  She found him sitting
on the bed, his head leaned back against the wall, his eyes closed. 
She knew he wasn't asleep, but could see that he was instead trying to
think things through.
 
    Katie walked over and sat down on the bed.  Don's head
tilted forward, and he opened his eyes.  She smiled at him, but he
couldn't return the gesture.  She understood.
 
    "Two friends in just a few weeks.  One dead, and the other
wants *me* dead."
 
    Katie slid all the way onto the bed, turning to face him as
she did.  She slipped up against him, and laid her head on his
shoulder.  Don's arm automatically came around to hold her, snuggling
her tightly.
 
    "Maybe Gill will forgive you."
 
    "I doubt it."
 
    "Maybe Susan will... uh... find another boyfriend, and
he'll forget this happened."
 
    Don sat for a long moment.  "She told you, didn't she."
 
    Katie nodded.
 
    "Are you mad?"
 
    "No."
 
    "Thank you."
 
    "For what?"
 
    "I couldn't handle you being mad at me just now."
 
    Katie squeezed him more tightly.
 
    "Don't worry, Big Brother.  You've always got me."
 
 
 
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