WAR GAMES, I
by Estragon

For adults only


Dear Caroline,

We miss you here a lot. It'll be funny going back to school
without you.  I mean, you were still here a year ago and then
you were gone. Thank you  for your letter. I'm glad you like
where you're living.

Okay, now I have to tell you something incredible, but you
have to  promise to believe me. It's all true, okay? Then when
you're done you'd  better throw this letter away. Tear it up
first though. Here goes.

Well, you know how boring things get by the end of the summer
and you  have to admit that you'll be glad when school starts?
So I'm bored like  that last week, and it's really hot out and
the pool is closed because of  the filters and I think I'm
going to jump out of my skin I'm so bummed.  I'm sitting in
front of the a.c. flipping through my mom's Vogue Magazine 
and just looking at the pictures of the models and
daydreaming, thinking  it must be nice to be a beautiful
grown-up like them. I mean a woman. And  I'm saying the word,
woman, over and over again in my mind and saying,  Rachel the
Woman, I'm Rachel the Woman, and it sounds good to me. It 
sounds right. Just hold on, Rache, I tell myself, and you'll
get there.  Suddenly m mom says, Golly, Rache, why don't you
go out or something? I  bet you're sorry you didn't go to camp
after all. I don't even answer but  I'm not sorry I didn't go.
I'd rather be bummed right here. All I say is,  Mom, did you
really say Golly?

Okay, I'm getting to it. So I call up Darcy Bloom and she and
I and this  girl Melanie who started in fifth just after you
moved and who's a lot  like you too, same blonde hair, we
decide to go down to the park. We walk  over to the dog-run
except that there's no dog there. It's too hot.  There's
nobody there. So we sit under a tree and talk about what to
do.  You remember there's like a wall of trees there? So from
the other side  of the wall we hear voices, boy voices, and
I'm pretty sure one of them  is Bobby Brooks who's already
twelve you have to know. I say, Let's look  and see. Darcy and
Melanie aren't into it, but they follow me through the  trees
and yes, there's Bobby and four other boys pretending to be 
shooting at one another with invisible guns. There's Mike
Kelley and  Jeffrey something that they call Jeffie because he
hates it and a kid  named Paul and another boy I don't really
know the name of.  

Shit, Bobby says when he sees us. No girls, thank you.

We want to play too, I say in my whiniest voice, just to give
him  trouble. He's a couple years older than us and the other
boys and he  likes to show what a tough guy he is.

You can't fucking play, he says. We're playing war. Girls
can't play  fucking war. 

Oh, they're playing war! Pardon me, Fucking war. Wow. Like, I
really want  to play war with them and their invisible guns.
But I'm feeling really  teed off that they won't let us so I
say, Yes we can. Darcy says, Come  on, Rachel, we don't care.
Melanie doesn't say anything because she still  feels like a
new girl. But I decide I want to win this one even if I  don't
really want to play, so I make myself real girl-like.

Please, Bobby, I say, and wiggle around a lot. Please can we
play war? 

No fucking way, he says. I want to tell him to wash his mouth
out, but I  just wiggle some more and say, We can be the
nurses, if you get wounded.  And I'm thinking, right, those
invisible guns are going to do a lot of  harm. But I don't say
it. I want to win, so I don't make fun of them. 

Shit, Bobby, let them be the nurses, Jeffie says. So Bobby
agrees. He  tells us the hospital will be under one of the
trees and tells us to wait  there. So Darcy and I and Melanie
go and sit under the tree and the boys  go on fighting their
war, jumping out at one another from behind trees  and bushes,
and we girls are just waiting, watching the stupid war. This 
is really boring, Melanie says. Really, Darcy says. 

Bobby, I whine, this is really boring.

Fucking shit, he says. He gives me a furious look that
actually gets me  scared. He starts to come towards me and I
don't know what he's planning  to do. So I kind of back up and
I trip on Darcy a fall sort of into her  lap. And Bobby starts
laughing, so then the other boys do too. 

Okay, Bobby says, like an announcement. Okay, men, he says,
somebody has  to get wounded. 

Fuck that, Mike Kelley says. Bobby glares at him. Fuck that?
he shouts,  like a question. He tries to say Insubordination
and makes a mess of it.  Instub hord and ation, he says, or
something like that, and he's trying  to sound tough like a
captain but his voice is breaking because he's  twelve. So he
turns red, really and truly turns red, and then he says,  Fuck
it, I'll get wounded myself. Just give me a minute.

Sure, I say. The nurses are waiting though, and I flash him a
smile for  some reason. He goes back to the war. He forgets to
get wounded. This  sucks, Darcy says. So I call out his name,
just once, sort of sing it  out, Bob-b-b-y! 

Oh, yeah, he says and says to the other boys, Okay, men, I'm
wounded. But  I'll be back. Keep up the good work, men. And he
comes toward the trees.  I'm wounded, he tells us, Help. We
get it, Darcy says.

I tell Bobby that I'm the head nurse. He nods. Cool with me,
he says. I  tell him to come with me and we go a little way
into the grove where  nobody can see us except Darcy and
Melanie who are that near and I tell  him to lie down. You
COULD act like you're wounded, I tell him. He groans  as if
he's wounded. I look at the girls and wink to say, I'm
winning.

Bobby lies on the grass and I ask him where he's wounded.
You're the  fucking nurse, he says. Come on, Bobby, I say,
just tell me. He points to  somewhere on his stomach. I begin
to examine him. I press on his stomach.  Here?I ask. Sure, he
says, why not?

He's starting to tee me off again so I say, No, I don't think
so, and I  move my hand a little lower. I see that I'm
tickling him. Am I getting  warmer, I say. And I move it a
little lower again. Bobby just lies there  making little
noises because I'm tickling him. But he just lies there. 

Now, Carrie, I went and I did something I still can't believe.
Bobby's  tee shirt was tucked into his jeans, you know, and
suddenly I just tugged  it out and there was his naked belly
and button. For a second I was  afraid he'd be teed and I just
stood still. But he didn't do much of  anything. Squirmed
maybe but that's all.  

So I start pressing his stomach again but lower down and now
on his bare  skin. Pressing just with a couple of fingers. And
I press a little harder  and I let my fingers slip a little
lower until they're right at the top  of his pants. I'm making
myself a little nervous doing this, you know,  but I look up
at Bobby's face and, Carrie, his eyes are closed and he has 
a fun expression, sort of pained but happy too. I don't know.
Some kind  of funny expression. And I just keep going. I don't
let his pants stop  me. I push his jeans down a little. Just
a little. It's fascinating.  Darcy and Melanie move closer and
they're watching what I'm doing without  a peep. I'm really
just staring at Bobby's belly and seeing my fingers  pressing
it and I almost don't remember they're mine. I'm staring and 
it's like another girl is doing this. Bobby has a little line
of hair  going down from his belly button. I see my fingers
running up and down  this line.

Hey, Bobby, one of the boys yells over, when are you getting
out of the  hospital? Bobby jumps, like he's been asleep. He
sort of barks back,  Soon, getting out soon. I lean my whole
hand on his stomach and say like  a nurse, Not so soon, young
fellow, you have a lot of recovering to do.  And Bobby says,
I swear, Carrie, Bobby says, I know I do, it's okay.  There,
there, I say, and I put my hand on his forehead and push down
and  close his eyes for him. Then I go back to his belly.

Oh, God, Carrie. I look down there and I see like his pup,
that's what my  brother calls his thing, his pup pushing up
inside his pants. For a  minute I can't think of what to do.
I really want to touch it but I'm too  scared. Finally I say,
Bobby, we're going to have to get you out of this  shirt. And
I ask Darcy to help me. Bobby lets us do it. He lifts himself 
up on his elbows and then he lifts one arm and then the other
and Darcy  has his shirt pulled off. Then she says, Why isn't
anyone else getting  wounded? And Melanie says, Yeah, why? And
what do you know, Jeffie  suddenly yells, I'm hit, oh God, I'm
hit, help me, and Darcy goes running  and brings him back with
his arm right across her shoulder like a  picture. And then
Mikey bites the dust and Melanie has to go get him.  Things
are really changing. Lots of casualties. The tide was turning, 
whatever that means.

I want to put my fingers a little way, just a little way, into
Bobby's  pants but I'm really afraid. So I ask him if it's
okay. I mean I'm still  playing the game, so I say, I'm afraid
the injury is lower down, Bobby.  Whatever, he says, really
hoarse. 

He's lying there and his shirt is lying there next to him and
I see that  he's sweating, so I wipe his forehead with his
shirt and then kind of  leave it there on his head covering
his eyes. Then I just casually let my  hand slide down his
body over one of his nipples and down his belly and I  take my
time and make him squirm a lot. And when my hand gets to his 
pants this time I just force it on under. But it doesn't go
very far. His  pants are too tight and he's wearing a belt.
What do I do, Carrie? I  really wish I had you there to say.
I look around for Darcy and Melanie  and they each have a boy
on the ground now too and they're pretty much  imitating me
with Bobby but not quite. Darcy has Jeffie's shirt pulled up 
and she's pretending to do some operation on him down near his 
belly-button. He looks smooth as a baby. He's our age. He
hasn't got that  line of hair Bobby has. Melanie has Mikey's
shirt off too but she's got  her hand right where his penis
is, Carrie, right there, I mean where it  would be if he
didn't have his bluejeans on. 

I hear Mikey whisper to Melanie, Don't let Bobby see, don't
let Jeffie.  Bobby has a blindfold on, stupid, Melanie says,
and Jeffie is having an  operation, and she laughs at her own
joke. We girls look at one another.  The other two boys,
Paulie and I think his name is Kevin, keep looking  over our
way, craning their necks, and go on playing their dumb war
game  which looks really stupid now that there are only two
guys fighting the  war. Seeing them look so stupid out there
makes me feel I'm smarter and  stronger and all of a sudden I
have no more fear. I mean maybe a little.  But not enough to
keep me from unbuckling Booby's belt and opening the  button
on his pants. Then I shove my hand right down them. But like
how  could I forget that boys wear underpants too? So my hand
goes on top of  Bobby's shorts and that still makes him groan
or something. Very slowly I  move down until there's no
mistaking that I'm in his pants and just a  couple of
fractions of an inch away from his penis.

Oh, Carrie, my mom just came in. Okay, I'll get back to you
later. I'm  not really finished with my story yet. Not nearly. 

end of part one




    

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