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Warning! This is an adult story. It was written for adults on an adult
topic. It contains graphic descriptions of sex acts. These acts may
involve preteens having sex with adults. If you object to this type of
material or if you are under the legal age to read such material in your
area, please leave now. All others please continue and enjoy yourselves.

The following story is a fantasy. It never happened. It takes place
completely in that dark part of my mind where I store my fantasies. No
real children were hurt or even took part in the writing of this story.
Please do not try this at home.

The codes I have used are for the whole story. They do not all aply to
every chapter.

I Married Three Girls
(MF, Mgg, Fgg, Rom, Ped, Inc. slow)
��by Uncle Sky

Chapter 1

I did not legally marry three girls as the title implies. But I may as
well have. This is the story of how I met the three girls and what
happened to us.

Before I get into the story, let me tell you a little about myself. I am
6'5" tall and 200 pounds of solid muscle. I have brown hair and eyes and
a full body tan that knocks the girls out. And they all love my twelve
inch cock. Yeah. Right.

If you believe that you will believe anything. The truth in this case is
far from the above. I am sixtyfive years old, six foot even and weigh
200 pounds. I am not solid muscle (not even close) and the only tan I
have is on my arms and face from wearing short sleeved shirts and
walking a lot. The eyes are brown and the hair used to be but tends to
the grey now. And the cock mentioned above is most definitely not mine.
I think it belongs to a guy named Holmes. Mine is around six and a half
inches at it's best.

So, now you know the truth. Maybe it will help you believe the story.
What it all boils down to is that I am not special. I am probably as
average as you can get. Oh yeah. One other thing. I am not rich. I am
retired from the military and living on a modest but sufficient income.
Now on to the story.

About six years ago I went on line for the first time. It was all new to
me and I stumbled around looking for something to interest me. I had
heard a lot about the vast amounts of pornography that were available on
the net and so I went looking. I wanted to see what the big deal was.
After about a month of learning how to do things I found usenet with
it's numerous newsgroups. I scanned through many groups where I saw all
kinds of junk and crazy people. I just lurked because I didn't know
anything. Then I found a group that had what really interested me.

The group was made up of a lot of people who admired and enjoyed looking
at under age girls. There were lots of pictures and lots of discussions
that fascinated me. I watched and read and waited to see what it was all
about before joining in. I discovered that most of those who posted to
this group seemed to be against any harm to children. They were not out
to find and molest them. They just wanted to look and dream. So did I.

I'd never admitted to anyone that I liked little girls. I had looked
from afar for many years but never tried to do anything to any little
girl. I thought I was one of a very small group of bad people and was
afraid to be found out. The group I found helped me realize that I was
not so bad after all and was not in such a small group of people. There
are a lot like me out there.

As time went on I got to recognize the regulars of the group and started
to join in the conversations. Before long I was accepted as a regular.
And then she arrived.

She used a screen name that implied she was a little girl. Just as I
used one that gave the impression I was an old man. In my case that was
true but in hers it was not.

Although I am, and have always been, a very shy person, on line I
learned to flirt with the female posters. It was easy and anonymous. I
could say romantic things if they couldn't see me. I said nice things to
the girls and they seemed to like it. She was no different at first.

This lady and I flirted and posted messages back and forth. We began to
tell each other little things about ourselves. Nothing that would
identify us but personal likes and dislikes and some background. We
became friends. Or at least what passes for friends on line. Before very
long we moved into a private chat room where we could talk more freely.
And there we began to tell each other our secrets. We told each other
things about ourselves that no other living human knew about us. We
spoke of our most secret desires. We told each other about our pasts and
the things we had done that we were ashamed of.

It turned out that we had done similar things and that we understood
each other. We tried to help each other understand who and what we were.
We became closer. And after a while we got to trust each other enough to
use our real names and locations. We exchanged phone numbers and
addresses. Then we started to call each other and spent many hours on
the phone. My phone bill soared. But it was worth every penny. I had
found someone who seemed to understand me and who accepted me for who I
really was. And that person was in many ways like me.

Her name is Callie and she was at that time thirty years old and I was
sixty. She was funny and outgoing and loved sex. And she too admired
young girls. She didn't care that I was twice her age. She liked my
maturity and loved to hear me tell stories of my childhood. We shared
more and more of our lives. And then came the sex.

I told Callie that one of my fantasies involved me having a young
daughter (which I did not) who would seduce me into a sexual
relationship. She told me one of her fantasies was to be such a daughter
and seduce her father. We laughed and made up stories about our
fantasies. Then came the call.

The phone rang one morning and as I answered I saw from the caller ID
that it was Callie. The call was unexpected but welcome.

"Hello, love."

"Daddy? Is that you?"

I realized quickly what she was doing and fell into character.

"Yes sweetheart, it's Daddy."

"Oh Daddy I miss you so much. I wish I was there with you now. I need
you to hold me and love me."

"Well, I do love you even if it is from a distance. You know that."

"Yes, but if I was there I could do things that I can't do from here
Daddy."

"What kind of things?"

"I could kiss you and hug you. And I could touch you."

"That would be nice."

"And I could show you my new panties. I think you would like them.
They're your favorite color and nice and soft."

"Blue, like your eyes?"

"Yes Daddy. And if you were here I'd let you feel how soft they are. You
could rub your big hand all over my bottom and down between my legs and
feel how nice and smooth they are over my little cunny."

"Mmm, that would be nice. What else would you let me do?"

"I'd let you undress me and get me ready for bed. And you could lay down
with me and cuddle. And you could rub my body with your strong hands and
make me feel real good. I like it when you rub my little titties with
your fingers. And it feels so good when you kiss them."

"Oh, you like that do you?"

"Yes Daddy. And when you do that it makes me all warm and tingly down
there."

"Down where, love."

"Down in my cunny, silly. You could tell if you were here and did that.
It would be all wet and hot like it is now. You could touch it and rub
it and slide your finger in and out and make me feel so good. You know
what Daddy?"

"What, my little one?"

"I have my eyes closed now and I'm touching myself and thinking it's you
Daddy. Oh it feels so good. It makes my whole body excited and hot. And
I'm going to have a gasm too. Oh I feel it Daddy. You're making me cum
and it's so nice."

As I listened to her little girl voice telling me all these things it
gave me a wicked hardon. I must admit I slipped my cock out and jacked
off as I listened to her cum. After it was over we both told how great
it felt. We had just had phone sex and it was great. Almost like being
there.

That was the first of many sexual episodes we shared. We spoke about how
much we wished we could do it in person. I told her I wanted her and
dreamed about her all the time. She told me the same thing.

I guess this is a good place to tell you about my sex life. Don't worry,
it won't take long. I was a virgin until the year I turned eighteen. I
had a few contacts with prostitutes (I was overseas in the Air Force)
but nothing more. I was married at twentyone. My wife did not like sex.
It was her duty so she allowed it about once a month. There was no kinky
stuff. To her that meant anything but missionary position. I got her to
give me a blow job once but it was a real hassle and she was disgusted
and vowed never to do it again. The truth is I wasn't all that much in
favor of it either. She didn't do it very well. I was married for ten
years. No children. Well you know how they happen and with her there
wasn't much chance. I found out later she was on the pill the whole time
we were married.

In the years since my divorce I had one girlfriend and sex with her was
pretty good. She showed me that a blowjob could be fun and I also
learned to eat pussy. But nothing more adventurous than that. She also
preferred the missionary position. The relationship didn't last very
long and after her there was no one else. I again used the services of a
prostitute now and then but that was nothing but wham, bam, thank you
m'am and here's your money honey.

I guess you could say that the phone sex I had with Callie was the most
exciting sex of my life, and remember, I was sixty.

It was about then that I emailed her a picture of myself. It was not a
great picture but it was a true likeness. I wanted her to know what I
really looked like. No on line hoaxes.

A few days later I received an envelope from her. When I opened it I
found a snapshot. It showed three beautiful faces. You couldn't see
anything else, just the heads and shoulders. I knew one was Callie but
wondered who the other two were and for that matter, which was Callie?

Later that day I called her. I told her I had received the picture and
asked her about it. She surprised me by saying that she was the one in
the middle and the other two were her daughters. She had not told me
that she had two daughters and was a little afraid it would turn me off
or make me angry for some reason. I told her I thought all three of them
were beautiful and I thought she was so lucky to have two wonderful
little girls. I could tell she was relieved at my reaction.

Callie had told me she had been married at a young age. Now she told me
about the girls. June was ten and Julie was twelve. She and Julie were
often mistaken for sisters because they were about the same size and
looked so much alike. She explained that they were living on child
support and alimony with a little help from the county.

It took a month or so but then it happened. The L word was used. I don't
remember now who used it first but soon enough we were both using it. "I
love you" became a part of every conversation and the beginning and end
of all phone calls.

It was hard to believe that my life had changed so much. In less than a
year I had gone from a lonely old man with no love in his life to a man
with a wonderful young girlfriend who loved him.

As the weeks and months rolled by, the four of us became closer and very
much like a family. I sent the girls small gifts on their birthdays and
from Santa for christmas. They loved the gifts and Callie let them write
emails to me. They were so cute. I printed them out and saved them.
They asked if they could call me Uncle Carl and I agreed. They sent me
little hand made cards and things they made in school as gifts for my
birthday and christmas. I saved everything and still have them all.

By the time a year had passed we were talking about how I could manage a
trip to visit them. We talked about it for some time before we agreed on
a plan. As a military retiree I have the right to fly free on military
aircraft on what they call a space available basis. That mean there are
no reservations. You show up and if there is a seat on an aircraft that
is going in your direction and there is no one ahead of you, you get a
seat. I explained that to Callie. I told her that it might take a few
days if there was no flight going directly to her town. I would have to
make the trip in short hops until I reached my destination.

I finally set a date when I would start my trip. I told her I would
check into a motel near where she lived and call her on arrival. We had
discussed it and decided it would be best to meet away from her house
the first time. That way we would have a chance to get to know each
other a little and no nosy neighbors would wonder who the man was
visiting her.

I reported to the passenger terminal at a base near where I lived and
signed up for any flight going in the right direction. I got lucky and
got a seat on a flight that afternoon. It took me to another base closer
to her but not close enough. I continued the same procedure for two days
and managed to make the trip without too much delay. I couldn't complain
since it was free.

I took a bus from the base to the motel I had found listed near Callie's
house. When I arrived I called her before I did anything else. She was
as excited as I was. It was late in the day and she told me the girls
would be coming home any minute so we decided she would come to my room
in the morning. I was impatient but agreed it was the best to do it that
way. We did spend most of that evening on the phone though. She didn't
tell the girls I was in town. We wanted to make sure our meeting went
well first. If something went wrong we didn't want them to be
disappointed.

The next morning I awoke early. I got up and showered and shaved and
brushed my teeth and went out for breakfast. When I got back to my room
I straitened it up and made the bed. I brushed my teeth again. I checked
the room and sniffed my arm pits to see if the deodorant was working. I
put out the "No Service" sign so that the maid would not interrupt
anything. Then I sat down to wait. And got up and paced. And sat down
again. I was nervous as a kid on his first date. What would she think
when she saw me the first time. What would I say for that matter. Would
we still be able to talk the way we did on the phone or would we be
tongue tied the way we both had been in real life with others. The
minute hand on my alarm clock didn't seem to be moving at all.

Callie had told me she would be there about nine o'clock. That would
give her time after the girls left for school to get ready and then to
walk over to the motel. I was ready by eight. I waited. Then I got up
and checked everything again. And then I waited some more. I looked at
the clock. I thought about what Callie would look like. She had told me
she was small but the only picture she had sent was the one of her with
the girls and you couldn't see her body in that one. She had always
seemed a little afraid to talk about her appearance. I wondered if there
was a reason or if she was just naturally self conscious. It was almost
nine. I would soon know.

There was a light knock on the door. I checked the clock and it was
exactly nine, just as Callie had promised. I jumped up from the chair so
fast I nearly knocked it over. I reached the door just as there was
another light knock. I pulled it open and stood there with my mouth
hanging open. The vision that greeted me was totally unexpected but very
welcome.

My visitor appeared to be a girl about twelve years old. Her blonde hair
was pulled up in a poney tail and tied with a blue ribbon. Her eyes were
a deep blue and looked up at me from a clean face that was downcast as
if she was very shy. She wore only the slightest touch of makeup that
could only be seen if you looked very closely. The girl was about five
feet tall and weighed about 95 pounds. She was wearing a modest white
blouse that was too loose to allow her breasts to be seen. She wore a
blue denim skirt that came to just above her knees. Her outfit was
completed by light blue ankle socks and tennis shoes.

As I stood there taking it all in she stood with her hands clasped
behind her back and waited for me to speak. When I continued to just
stand and stare at her she finally broke the silence.

"Hello Daddy. Aren't you going to let me in?"

It was Callie. She was playing the little girl role and doing it so well
I had not recognized her. It took the sound of her voice to bring me to
my senses. I stood aside and motioned for her to come in, still
speechless. She stepped into the room and I closed the door. As I turned
back to her she held out her arms asking for a hug just like a little
girl might. I took her into my arms and held her tightly for what seemed
like ages.

Callie raised her face to me and pursed her lips inviting a kiss. I
leaned down and pressed my lips to hers and melted. We were both
overtaken by sudden passion. We kissed hungrily, letting our tongues
battle and dart back and forth between our mouths. I was no longer
thinking. I was acting on instinct only. My hands slid down her back and
held her ass cheeks. I pulled her hips forward, grinding them against my
pelvis. My cock was instantly hard and pressing against her belly. Her
hands were around my waist and I could feel her nails digging into my
back.

"Undress me Daddy, please. I want you to see me and touch me."

I did as she asked as quickly as I could. She slipped her shoes off as I
unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. As I was unhooking her bra she
unzipped he skirt and they both fell to the floor. She stood for a
moment wearing only a pair of blue panties. The same ones she had
described to me on the phone.

I ran my hands down over her breasts. They were small but perky with
pink nipples standing erect. Even with her clothes off she looked about
twelve and not like the grown woman I knew her to be.

We were both moving fast now, trying to get her panties down and my
pants off. I managed to get her panties down and was greeted by a
completely hairless pussy. I almost came in my pants. Just then she
managed to get my pants open and they fell to the floor. My cock was
hard and pointed strait up as if straining to reach her.

We were standing next to a heavy round table just inside the door.
Without even thinking I lifted her up and placed her on the table on her
back. Her legs wrapped around me and pulled me close. She reached down
and took hold of my cock and rubbed it over her pussy. I could feel the
moisture as it coated the head and then in a moment I was in her. She
pushed and I pushed and we slammed together as my cock buried itself
deeply in her hot pussy. I was all the way in on the first stroke.

It was fast and furious. Both of us were so excited that we pounded
together as if in a panic. No words were spoken. We just fucked, hard
and fast. In just a few minutes we both came. Our orgasms were huge and
intense and lasted for several moments. We held each other tightly as we
came down. Then I carefully helped her off the table.

"Oh Daddy. That was so good. I have been wanting you for so long. Thank
you for making me feel so good." Her voice was still like a little girl.

"Thank you my little one. You have made me very happy. You are even more
beautiful than I thought. And I like the way you dressed for me. It was
a wonderful surprise."

I took her in my arms again and led her over to the bed. We curled up
next to each other and just snuggled for a while. We talked a bit about
how much we both had needed each other. I told her over and over how
much I loved her and how beautiful she was. She continued to call me
Daddy as we talked.

After a while I started to caress her. My cock was getting hard again,
much to my surprise, and she was showing signs of excitement as well.
But now I wanted more than a quick fuck.

"Callie, my love. I very much appreciate the fun of playing out our
fantasies. It was wonderful and I will never forget it. But now I want
to make love to Callie, the woman I love."

Callie smiled and answered in her real voice. "I would like that too,
Carl."

End of chapter one.

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CHAPTER FORTYSEVEN

Ellen and Dan's wedding was a small affair, but Sophia and Warren had a
good time. They really did make each other happy, and Sophia was just
plain crazy about Kate.

A week after that, Sophia and Warren found themselves en route to
Washington DC for Jack Garrison's wedding. They were booked at a hotel,
and made mad love before crashing. It was an afternoon/evening wedding,
outside, on a large estate.

They wandered in, found what table they had been assigned to, and went
to find it. As they approached it, they heard the bellow of Christine
Arsenault: "Well, if it isn't Daniels and Kelleher, the future of American
Ice Dance!"
"Shut up, you," Warren said, as he walked up to her and gave her a kiss.
He did the same to Elizabeth Cushman, who was with her. Sophie hugged them

in turn.

"You guys at table ten, I hope?" Liz asked.

"Yup. You?"

"Yeah. Christine and I don't have dates, so they put us together, which
was nice."

"Hope the press doesn't get a hold of that," Warren quipped. "There
would go all those Arsenault Cushman vicious rivalry stories."

"Yeah, well, to be in a rivalry, one skater has to actually beat the
other skater occasionally," Liz quipped.

"HEY! I beat you at Nation's Cup last fall!" Christine said
indignantly.

"Oops, you're right."

They found their table. Already seated were former National pairs
champion Renee Miller and Ted Sorrell. Sophia and Warren had met them a
couple of times, and had liked them. They exchanged greetings.

"Check it out, Liz, two swinging single gals like us, and they stuck us
with all the old married couples."

Renee and Ted just laughed, but Warren said, "Not only are we not
married, but old? I'm two years younger than you are, Arsenault."

"OK, so you're not old. Married is accurate, if not yet legally, and
you know it."

Warren and Sophia just smiled at one another. "So who's the other
married couple at the table?"

"Oh, I don't know, I was talking about you two and Renee and Ted."

They were chatting about not much, Warren always enjoyed the dynamic
between Christine and Liz. They were fierce competitors, but they were
also close friends. It was interesting.

They also both liked to tease. Each other, and other people. They had,
along with Jack, set up an elaborate joke at Warren and Sophie's expense,
and, as Liz caught a glimpse of two people walking across the yard, it was
time to set into action.

"Hey, guys, I don't know if I know this. We've been talking about
skaters we like and stuff, but I'm not sure if I know who you guys'
favorite dance team of all time is."

"Malekova and Boranachenko," Sophia and Warren said simultaneously.
"Great technique and passion to burn," Warren said. "We worship them,"
Sophia added.

"Ah, what a wonderful thing to hear from a young talented ice dance
team," Warren heard said behind his back in a Russian accent. He and
Sophia turnedand saw Anya Malekova and Gennadi Boranachenko. Sitting into
their seats. At their tableAnya was right next to Warren, as a matter of
fact.

And Sophia and Warren both had their eyes bug out of their head.

Anya smiled at them. "I know you two. Sophia Daniels and Warren
Kelleher. Second at US Nationals in juniors last year, first in the free
dance. We were there. You're very talented."

"Thank you," Sophia managed to squeak out.

"Yes, thank you very much. Oh my God, I'm sitting next to Anya
Malekova," he said to the air. Anya and Gennadi just laughed.

"Hey, guys?" Liz interjected. "You know, I lied. Warren told me six
months ago that Anya and Gennadi were your idols. And I know them, because
they work out of my rink and choreographed some stuff for me."

Warren stared at her. "This was a setup!"

"Uhhuh." Liz grinned. "Chris, Jack, and Anya and Gennadi were all in
on it."

"We're just innocent bystanders," Renee Miller smiled.

"Right!"

Warren looked at Liz, and then at Anya. "You know, we promised each
other we were not going to heroworship today. And, we were doing a good
job of it. Heck, I met ShaeLynn Bourne and Nicole Bobek today and didn't
gush once." Everyone laughed at that. "And then you two showed up. Ah,
well, so much for keeping our composure."

"You have to understand," Sophia told them, "your Bach free dance that
won you the Olympics in France is why I'm an ice dancer."

"Thank you, that's quite a compliment." Gennadi said. "Although, having
seen you skate, I'm a little surprised. That's one of our most romantic
dances.

"Aah," Warren said, "Well, our love of Big Band has kind of taken over.
In fact our free this year is another big band mix. We like to swing on
the ice."

"However," Sophia smiled, "wait until you see our exhibition. Not
classicalit's to a pop songbut very M&B, or at least that's the goal."

"Aah, but you see," Anya said, "to have the passion on the ice, you must
have the passion off the ice."

Christine cracked up laughing. Warren and Sophia just looked at each
other and smiled.

"Did I miss something?" Anya asked.

Christine sputtered. "I have a picture of them, skating together, that
Warren emailed me. I think the ice melted."

"My stepfather saw our exhibition and said he thought he was going to
have to hose us down," Sophia added. She looked at Anya and Gennadi.
"We've been a couple off the ice longer than we've been a couple on it. We
started dating when we were fourteen."

"Ah, but you're so young, even now," Gennadi said.

"True love don't know age, guys," Liz interjected.

"True," Anya agreed with a smile.

The rest of the wedding was great. Jack and Amanda made a great couple.
Sophia and Warren got to dance a lotalthough, in a crowd of ice skaters
and Amanda's dancer friends, they blended more into the crowd than they
usually do, which was a nice change, actually. They met lots of people,
and even got to talk to some of them. Anya and Gennadi turned out to be
sweet and charming. And Warren even got an unexpected surprise when a
slightly inebriated Stephie Eberhardt, his favorite skater, fell into his
lapliterally. She even chatted amiably and gave him a kiss on the
cheekmaking him blush bright redbefore she got off his lap. "Oh,
Snugglebear, you must have thought it was Christmas," said a plainly amused
Sophia.

"Oh, and you don't think I didn't notice you drooling over Mr.
Boranachenko all night?" Sophia blushed as Gennadi just grinned at her.

The next morning, Jack had planned a little party, since he and Amanda
were not going on their honeymoon for a couple days. Since lots of his
guests had flown in, they made a weekend out of it. Jack had called his
skating friends, and told them of his ideaSaturday, the day after the
wedding, they'd have a brunch in the hotel, then they'd rent a rink.
Everyone could show up, around their skating friends and the other wedding
guests, and show what they had been working on. If enough people were
comfortable with that, that is. The response was enthusiastic, so it was
done.

Warren and Sophia were, at first, all for it. Until they saw the array
of skating talent that they would be sharing the ice with. What was worse,
Jack had drawn up a little order, and had them skating directly after
Malekova and Boranachenko. They were terrified.

"Come on," Liz said during brunch. "I really want to see your new
stuff."

"Me, too," said Christine. "He's going to let everyone speak, so you'll
be able to tell everyone who you are."

"Yeah, and we want to see that exhibition," Anya said.

"OK, we'll do it. God help us," said Sophia.

They were instantly glad they did it. Hanging out with all the skaters,
seeing what they were up to. Warren loved Liz's new program. Jack went
first, and showed his fine new long program. Christine did her long, and a
new exhibition to some Beatles music. "Nice music, Skate Babe!" Warren
yelled, as she shook her butt at him in response. Malekova and
Boranachenko were Malekova and Boranachenkothat is to say, romantic,
passionate, and beautiful. Then it was Sophia and Warren's turn.

"Hi, all," Warren took the mic. "I'm Warren Kelleher and this is Sophia
Daniels. Amongst this crowd of World Medallists, we're the scrubs. I've
known Jack for years, over the internet, when he was still a junior, and I
was still a singles skater who didn't compete because he couldn't jump. We
became good friends, though, which is why he asked Sophia and I to share
this ice. And made us follow our idols, Anya and Gennadi, for which we
will never forgive him." Jack cracked up laughing. "We were the silver
medallists in Juniors this past year in Ice Dance. We'll be competing in
the junior Grand Prix this fall, but, this year at Nationals, we'll be
competing in seniors. Today, we've got our new senior free dance, and our
exhibition. We are one of the few classic ballroom holdouts left in ice
dancing today, and we swing dance as a hobby, so our free dance is to Glenn
Miller. Our exhibition is something else entirely. We hope you like
them."

Sophia grabbed the mic. "Oh, and some people who don't know us well
asked us last night if we were a couple off the ice as well as on. Well,
if the exhibition leaves any doubt in anyone's mind, then we're not doing
it right." She smiled at the laughter around the rink, then handed the mic
back to Jack, as she and Warren took their starting position.

They realized something right off. They needed an audience. Although
they didn't consciously reach out to an audiencethey focused on each
otherthe audience gave them strength. They had only done the Glenn Miller
free in front of their small family group. There were a few hundred people
watching them do it now, and it was damn near perfect. They flew around
the ice, swinging and grooving. It was a crowdpleasing program, they knew
that, and even their competitionjaded skating friends responded to their
unbridled enthusiasm and obvious skill. When they hit that final thirty
seconds, they could sense their friends getting into it. Christine even
let out a war whoop as Warren swung Sophia's hips back and forth.

They hit their ending pose, and their friends erupted. It was very
satisfying. "Hey, who choreographed that?" Gennadi yelled from beside the
boards.

"We did," Warren yelled back. "We do all our own choreography."

"WHAT?" someone yelled from the stands. Gennadi looked stunned. "I
think they like our choreography," a beaming Sophia whispered to an equally
beaming Warren.

As the skaters chattered about these two kids doing their
owngreatchoreography, Sophia and Warren worked themselves back to their
starting positions for "You'll Be In My Heart."

The music started, and so did they. On an occasion to celebrate
lovetheir friend's weddingthey took their love for one another, and, in
front of their friends, put it on vivid display. They wrapped themselves
up in their love, in this music, in dancing with one another, and showed it
to all that cared to watch. And it was magic.

And, as they left the ice, they got two compliments that they would
treasure forever, more than any medal they would ever win. The first was
the sight, up in the stands, of their dear friend Liz Cushman having been
moved to tears by their skating. The second, as they stepped off the ice,
was Gennadi Boranachenko's words of quiet admiration: "Just like us.
Exactly like us."

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PLAYING TO WIN: PLAYING THE GAME, BOOK II

by Reverend Cotton Mather

21 SUSPICIOUS CHARACTERS AT THE DOOR

You can always tell when a doctor or a nurse is lying to you. It's when
they are approaching you with a wickedlooking instrument or needle in
their hand, and they say, "Now, this won't hurt a bit."

About 20 minutes after hearing just those words, they were still trying
to scrape me off the walls of the examination room, having changed all my
bandages, and cleaned and drained all my wounds, performing all these
s with the cavalier indifference to my pain and discomfort that
probably caused them to go into medicine in the first place.

It was just before lunchtime when Mom and I finally were on our way
home.

"Would you like to stop at McDonald's or someplace for lunch?" my mother
asked with artificial good cheer. She was in the room with me while they
poked and prodded my lip and arm, after all.

"No," I snapped. "I just want to go home."

"All right, dear," she replied sympathetically.

Two hours later, I was feeling almost human again. Two peanut butter
and jelly sandwiches on spongy white bread, comfort food for the young, had
been wolfed down, along with nearly a quart of milk, and I was cocooned on
the couch in the family room, a thick quilt wrapped around me. The pain in
my arm and my ribs was down to a dull throb, thanks in part to the
painkillers I had taken with lunch, and I drowsily acknowledged my mom when
she called out from the kitchen that she was leaving to go in to work for
the afternoon, now that she had me back home, safe and reasonably sound.

It was just too easy to fall asleep that afternoon, and it was after
3:00 when I finally woke up. I got up creakily, and headed into the
kitchen, and I started rummaging through the cabinets, looking for cookies
or crackers or something.

I was just in the process of fumbling open a bag of potato chips, trying
to tear the bag open with my teeth without jarring my cut lip too much,
when I heard a soft knock at the back door. Before I had a chance to see
who it was, the door opened, and Jake and Kayla came in.

"Hungry, Porter?" asked Jake when he saw me struggling. He reached for
the bag and tore it open for me.

"Hi, Sean, how are you feeling?" asked Kayla softly, her eyes
glittering.

"Not bad," I replied. "I think I like taking naps in the afternoons." I
stretched to emphasize the point, but I was a little too extravagant in my
movements, and I ended up pulling on my bruised ribs, which made me hunch
down, clutching at my ribcage and grimacing in pain. Kayla came over and
held my good arm solicitously.

"Did you hurt yourself?" she asked anxiously.

"It's okay, Kay," I assured her. "It only hurts when I move."

"And that's why he was taking a nap, Kay," said Jake, his big hand
rummaging around in the bag of chips. "So he wouldn't move around and hurt
himself any worse."

I gave him a look that he easily ignored. "What a pal," I muttered.

As we headed for the family room, it occurred to me that they were here
too soon after school let out.

"Hey, Jake, why aren't you at football practice?" I asked.

"Oh, man, you missed the strangest day I've ever seen at school today,"
he said.

"Everybody was talking about the Homecoming dance," added Kayla.

"And, of course, you and Jilly were the main topics of conversation,"
continued Jake.

"Of course," I said disgustedly. I could see already that it was going
to be tough that first day back.

"You wouldn't believe some of the stories I heard today," said Jake.
"You were dead, Jilly was on life support, Martians had landed. You name
it, I heard it today."

"Was Molly at school? Surely she could have straightened everybody
out."

"Shirley could have straightened it out? Who's Shirley?" I scowled at
him, and Kayla stuck her tongue out at her brother. "Actually, Molly was
there, but it's much more exciting to spread rumors about what might have
happened than actually learn the truth. Besides, she could only talk to a
few kids in one day between classes, and stories expand a lot faster. And
the fact that both you and Del Toro were missing today only fueled the
fire," he said.

Another thought occurred to me. "Okay, but why aren't you at football
practice?"

"Practice for both the football team and the soccer team was another
casualty of the weekend," he answered. "Counselors were at school all
afternoon, trying to get to the bottom of it all. They were on the phone
with the cops, and they called in half the football team and most of the
soccer team for interviews. So many kids were cooling their heels in the
counselor's office that they had to cancel practices."

"Jake had to talk to them, Sean," said Kayla. That news didn't surprise
me.

"Yeah, me and Tiny and Josh and about 10 other suspicious characters had
to talk to the principal and the counselor. I saw Eric and Trent and Mikey
and Jorge there, too," said Jake.

"I suppose it'll be my turn when I go back," I said. "How about Amonte
and Barnes and those guys? Any of the Bulls at school today?"

"No, not really," said Jake. "Remember last year, after Skip got
killed? The Bulls kind of hid out for a few days, and then came back all
spiffed up, as if they were giving up the gang life, you know? I think
they might be doing the same thing now. Besides," he continued, "their
leader and chief bully is fallen. They've got nobody to tell them what to
do right now."

"Del Toro may be out of sight, but I'll bet he hasn't given up the reins
of his little terror squad quite yet," I surmised.

"Yeah, he's in a little cubbyhole somewhere, some rat's nest, licking
his wounds right about now," said Jake.

The sudden laughter burst from me in a painful cramp. Both Kayla and
Jake looked at me as if I had lost my mind. Maybe I had. When I got
myself back under control, moaning at the pain in my ribcage as the
laughter subsided, I explained. "The mental image of Del Toro having to
lick those particular wounds is kind of funny, isn't it?"

Jake looked surprised, and then he must have remembered that it wasn't
just a separated shoulder that Del Toro was hurting from. In fact, that
was his secondary injury, and Jake started laughing, sending me off again.
Kayla giggled, all the while turning bright pink as she recalled where
Jilly was hurting the most.

We finally settled down. Kayla went out into the kitchen and got sodas
for us all, and Jake and I cleared off the coffee table so we could work.
Kay had done as she promised, and picked up my homework assignments for the
day. There wasn't much, because of the uproar in school all day, but that
just meant that the teachers would pile it on the next day, I was certain.

And, as it turned out, it was a good thing there wasn't much work to do.
My front door should have been a revolving door, there were so many
visitors, each with a tale to tell about what had happened at school.

The first to drop by were Trent and Allison, who just wanted to see how
I was feeling. Allie looked stricken when she saw me all bandaged up, but
I was able to reassure her that I was doing okay.

Trent sat down on the couch and helped himself to a handful of chips.
"Coach is going to have a cow when he realizes you're out for a few weeks,"
he remarked.

"I hope it's not a few weeks," I said. "My arm shouldn't keep me out of
the lineup. It's just a question of how fast my ribs will heal. As it is
now, I'm having trouble taking deep breaths."

"Ribs can take a long time, buddy," said Jake. "Sometimes six or eight
weeks, if they're cracked."

"I don't think they're cracked," I said. "I just had another xray
today, but nobody seemed real concerned about my ribs." Six or eight weeks?
Oh, man, say it ain't so, I thought to myself.

"That's because of your filleted arm, Sean. Ribs can heal themselves in
time, but they've got to keep an eye on your cuts to make sure they don't
get infected." Trent reached for the bag of chips again.

The doorbell rang again, and Kayla, playing hostess, hopped up to open
the front door. Eric and Anthony came in and headed right for the bag of
chips on the coffee table.

"How you doin'?" asked Eric. "Keisha wanted to come over with me, but
she was afraid of how busted up you would look. I told her that maybe, if
Del Toro rearranged your face a little, you'd turn out to be better
looking."

"What a pal," I said disgustedly. "Here I am, in pain and needing a
little sympathy, and instead I get a junior Richard Pryor."

Kayla jumped onto the couch next to me and snuggled up, putting her arms
carefully around my neck. "Do you need some sympathy, Sean?" she cooed as
she pressed herself in next to me. She gave me a quick kiss on my cheek,
hopped back up, and declared, "Sorry, none to be found here!"

Everybody cracked up. I claimed I didn't see the humor in it, but I was
lying, and they all knew it. I finally relented, and smiled along with
them all. I knew, deep down inside, that just by being there, my friends
were showing their sympathy and support, and I was grateful.

I turned to Eric and Anthony. "I'm going to have to call Coach and let
him know about what's going on. He's not going to be happy."

Eric snorted. "Happy? That ain't the word for what Coach is gonna be.
Happy is about as far away from how Coach is gonna feel as you can get, I'd
bet."

"Especially when he realizes he's gonna have to start Weasel in your
spot," added Anthony.

"Weasel? Christ, I didn't even think about that," I said. "And if that
little freshman dirtbag does start, he's not going to give up that position
without a fight."

"Hey!" admonished Kayla. "Just because he's a freshman, doesn't mean
he's a dirtbag. Watch your mouth, Mr. Porter, or you'll be getting
another fat lip. After this one heals first."

"Listen, Luscious, he's not a dirtbag because he's a freshman. Hell, I
like freshmen. Especially broiled. With barbeque sauce." I smiled at her,
to let her know that the present company was exempted. She stuck out her
tongue at me. "Hey, don't point that thing at me unless you intend to use
it," I warned.

Kayla blushed furiously, but it didn't stop her from jumping back on the
couch and snuggling up to me again. She put her mouth next to my ear.
"So, you think I'm luscious, do you?" she whispered.

Now it was my turn to blush a bright red.

"Hey, leave the poor boy alone," teased Eric. "He's in a delicate
medical condition, and can't take that kind of excitement." He pronounced
it almost like three words, DellEKit, and managed to get a laugh out of
everybody.

"Do you hear that?" I said to no one in particular. "See the respect I
get around here? And in my own home, too."

"Awww, poor Sean," was the nearly unanimous reply.

"Yeah, the Rodney Dangerfield of the high school set," added Jake.

"Hey, by the way, who's Weasel?" asked Kayla.

"A kid on the team," said Anthony. "Do you know Adam Prince?"

Kay made a face like she was sucking on a lemon. "Oh, him," she said.
"He was a friend of..." She glanced quickly over to me, looking a little
abashed. "A friend of Brandon's."

"Oh? And who's Brandon?" I asked.

There was a long pause before she answered. "Just a boy I know," she
said mysteriously.

"Ah," I said. "Is he the kid you were at the dance with?"

She just nodded, her head down as if she was embarrassed.

"And he's the kid at the scavenger hunt party," I said. The picture was
a little clearer for me now.

"Oops," said Jake. He winked at his sister. She didn't look like she
appreciated it very much, but I wasn't sure why she was uncomfortable
talking about him. But she was, so I let it drop.

By the time my mom got home, there was still a houseful of kids. My
little brother had gotten home from school, and was mixing with my friends,
loving hanging out with the highschool kids. Tiny and Josh had stopped
by, and so had Austin and Tessa, and Toby and Ashley, and Kevin and Mikey
and Brett from the soccer team. Trent and Danielle, and a couple of
others, had already left, but it was still a pretty full house.

Mom stopped in the doorway of the kitchen, surveying the scene. "Well,
I guess pizzas are in order for dinner," she said with a laugh. She tapped
Jake on the shoulder. "Jake, would you be a dear and run out and pick up
some more sodas? We must be just about out by now." She started rooting
around in her purse. "Here, take this," she said, handing him a twenty
dollar bill. "Just buy what you can. And maybe some more snacks, too.
This looks like a hungry crowd."

"Sure thing, Mrs. P.," said Jake. He grabbed his coat and headed for
the door.

It was a good thing there wasn't a lot of homework assigned that night.
Nobody wanted to leave to go do something as boring as studying, and so the
party went on. Jake returned with fresh supplies of pop and chips, and
four pizzas were delivered. By that time, my older brother Michael was
home from work, and Dad was there, too. Kids were coming and going, but
the two constants all evening long were my best friend Jake, and Kayla, who
stayed at my side, refilling my glass and making sure I was comfortable.
If I had to get up to walk around, or go to the bathroom, she helped me to
stand, unwilling to believe me when I told her I was perfectly capable of
getting up by myself. I believed her mothering instincts were in full
blossom, and there was no holding her back, so I submitted to her help with
as much good humor as I could muster. Considering it was Jake's sister, I
found that I was able to muster quite a bit of good humor. To be perfectly
honest, I enjoyed her help. I never would have put up with the same amount
of fussing from my own mother, but coming from Luscious Kayla, it was all
okay.

Which, I was to discover later, was all part of the plan.

By the time everybody had left, I was wondering if I had fallen through
some sort of odd space warp. Just 60 hours prior, I had been a fit, happy
and healthy athlete. A day and a half later, I was feeling like a truck
had run me down, backed up, and aimed for me again, and I had done
practically nothing all day. Jake and Luscious Kayla were the last to
leave, friends to the end, but I was so tired I was crosseyed. I couldn't
wait to drag my sorry carcass up the stairs and fall into bed. Because of
the bandages, I hadn't been able to take a shower since Saturday, and I was
feeling pretty gross. Mom helped me stumble into the bathroom, and I stood
there, too tired to be embarrassed, as my mother gave me a warm sponge
bath. She wanted to wash my hair in the sink, just like she did when I was
a little kid, but I was not going to stay away from my pillow any longer,
so I managed to put her off to another day for that particular dispiriting
activity.

I was asleep practically before my head hit the pillow, and I slept the
sleep of the dead until midmorning the next day, waking to an empty and
quiet house.

My mom had left me a note, letting me know that she was at work, and
would be home before 5:00. I had the day to myself, something that was
completely foreign to me. For the first couple of hours, I luxuriated in
the idleness, flipping channels and discovering that daytime television
truly was the vast wasteland that Newton Minow had declared in 1961. No
improvement in 20 years, no improvement in sight. I was looking forward to
Jake and Kayla coming over, even if it meant they were bringing homework.
And, surprisingly, I was looking forward to going back to school.

Late that afternoon, the telephone rang. I had had the foresight to put
the phone on the table next to the couch, so I didn't have to struggle up
to answer it.

"Sean?" A familiar voice was making sure I was who she thought I was.

"Hey, Lori, how are you?"

"Well, I'm fine. I guess the bigger question is, how are you?" she
asked, concern evident in her voice. Obviously she had heard some sort of
story about the weekend.

"I'm doing okay," I reassured her. "I'm just taking a couple of days
off from school, until I feel a little better."

"Sean, I heard about the fight... How badly are you hurt?"

I ignored the question for the moment. "How did you hear about it?" I
asked.

She hesitated. "Actually, Molly called me. She said she wanted to
apologize for some things, and she said she missed seeing the boys. She
and I talked for a long time, Sean. She told me some things... about what
she had been through... and she told me about what happened Saturday
night, how you got hurt protecting her..."

"Molly's got a skewed perspective about what happened that night, Lori.
I wouldn't take all she said as the gospel truth."

I could almost hear her smile. "She also told me you'd deny doing
anything at all," she said.

"Hey, I'm not saying I didn't do anything. I got my ass kicked, and I
got my arm sliced up. If some of the other people who were there hadn't
shown up, I'd have been in even worse shape. Tiny and those guys are the
real heroes, not me, despite what Molly says."

She laughed a little. "If you say so, Sean. Anyway, I just wanted to
call and see how you were. The boys ask about you all the time."

"Hey, why don't you bring them to one of the games? Maybe I can get
them a gig as a ballboy or something. They'd have a ball."

"That's a great idea. Let me know when the home games are, and we'll
try to arrange it." She paused for a moment. "It's really great to hear
your voice, Sean."

"It's good to talk to you, too, Lori. Thanks for calling. I appreciate
it."

I no sooner hung up the phone, and it rang again. I thought it was
probably Lori calling back.

"Lori?" I said, as I picked up the handset.

A gruff voice, with a heavy southern accent, said, "Uh, no, old son,
this isn't Lori. My name is Cropper, Pickett Cropper. Is this Sean
Porter?"

"Yes, Mr. Cropper, speaking. What can I do for you?"

Cropper chuckled. "Actually, I think the question to be asked is what I
might be able to do for you, Sean."

(Continued in Chapter 22)