Myshuno! 5 prompts! 5 Stories! In a Row!
Five ficlets. My first Myshuno! Most of these do not require you have any idea what is going on in my legacy.
Prompt: Never Let Them See You Sweat ( lauriempress )
Characters:Brenda, assorted boyfriends
Summary: Brenda, while a very nice person, is still a Romance Sim
Rating: hmm. PG-13? Teen?
Notes: Not spoilery at all
Word Count: 574
Three dates. Oh Lady, why had she accepted three dates in one day? Brenda kissed Kevin’s neck, her position across his lap with her arm around him letting her check her watch without his noticing. She hooked her heels between the door and the seat and slid herself across his body and onto her side of car. Kevin reached for her and she wrapped her arms around him for one last kiss. “I had a great time at the game!”
“Why don’t I come in with you?”
“We can’t, today.” Brenda smiled at him with regret. “But I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”
He sighed and looked resigned. “Library?”
“Yep. Better get the study-room with the couch in it.” She teased him gently, blew him a kiss and ran into the house. Brenda was relieved to hear the car pull away even before the front door closed and she started stripping off her clothes on the way to her bedroom.
“Oh, Lady, my eyes!”
Brenda rolled her eyes. “Geesh. My bra is still on.” She closed the door behind her, wiggled out of her jeans, pulled her dress over her head and started twisting up her hair. She’d only been in the bathroom for two minutes when Bryan called out that Ben was here. A quick spritz of body-spray and a new coat of lipstick and she was ready.
Ben whistled as she stepped into the heels she’d left waiting for her next to the sofa. “Nothing sexier than a woman balancing on one foot while she slides a sandal onto the other.”
Brenda slowed her movements, taking time to run a long index finger under the strap at her arch. Ben grabbed at his heart.
Ben had hired a car to take them out, his daddy had money. Dinner was nice, but it ran too long and Ben wasn’t careful with his drinking since he wasn’t driving. He was all hands in the back seat on the way back but by the time they reached the frat he was snoring. Brenda used the rearview mirror to fix her hair and lipstick and put her breasts back were they belonged in her dress, then rolled her eyes at the driver in the mirror. She got out of the car and groaned when she saw Garrick’s car parked on the street. She hadn’t realized it was that late.
“Hey.” Garrick looked up from the physics text and notebook on the kitchen table when she came in. He smiled at her. “Where’ve you been?”
She gestured at her dress. “Dinner thing. Lady, it ran long. I’ll go change.”
He nodded and went back to his assignment. She changed into a pair of yoga pants and a thin t-shirt and stopped by the bathroom to brush her teeth on the way back before sliding into the chair across from him and dragging her stats book out of her bag. He leaned over and pointed to a couple of lines where she’d gotten her calculations wrong and soon they were sitting with their heads close together while he explained how to calculate a chi-squared problem. At last she stretched and closed her books and he did as well. He held out a hand and they walked to the bedroom together.
Later, snuggled up to Garrick, Brenda thought about her day. It had gone perfectly, but she was never doing that again.
Prompt: A Spell Gone Wrong ( hbcirce )
Characters: Deirdre, children
Summary: She's not a Witch! Oh, wait.
Rating: G. Family friendly, could be read by children under 10, all that.
Notes: Not particularly spoilery, though one might consider that there's a bit of foreshadowing.
Word Count: 357
A Spell gone wrong
Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. This would be impossible to hide. She looked like a grape. Like she’d been dipped in a vat of blueberry syrup. Like. Oh hell. She was a brilliant shade of virulent purple. Her grandmother would kill her. And with that thought, her grandmother appeared.
“Child.” Her grandmother was standing before her, tapping one foot.
“It’s her fault.” She pointed upward, to where she knew her twin was calmly playing chess. “She locked me in and I couldn’t get out. Then I fell. Yes, I fell, very hard into the edge of your cauldron and I threw out my arms to catch myself and they went into the cauldron and it splashed on me and turned me purple.” She let her bottom lip quiver. “And now my shins are both bruised and so is my right elbow.”
“Child, it is not possible that your sister locked you into this room, only I control the door locks. It is also not possible that you tripped and fell into the cauldron, it can only be approached deliberately. And it is not possible that you turned purple by accident, as that is the color of the trap-spell I placed on my cauldron for little girls trying to cast revenge spells.”
“Oh, no grandmother, I would never do that! I love all my siblings dearly.” She batted her eyelashes at her grandmother attempting to appear young and innocent. “Please, please forgive me for intruding.”
“Quiet. As you have snuck in to cast a revenge spell on one of your siblings and as you have chosen to attempt to lie to me about it, I believe that you must be punished for your behavior. You will now become my witch’s servant and collect and grind herbs and stir my cauldron for my spells until I deem your punishment served. Now, go clean yourself up.”
It did not occur to the girl until much later that her grandmother had never before allowed anyone to spend extended time in her workroom and had never needed anyone to do any of those chores.
Prompt: First Kiss ( peasant007 )
Characters: Cam, Bartender Avri
Summary: Cam ends up someplace unexpected.
Rating: PG/PG-13, Teen
Notes: Very minor spoilers. Mention of gayness. If you hold socially conservative prejudices and are inclined to rant about them, best not to read. Underage drinking.
Word Count: 576
First kiss.
Cam looked blearily around the downtown bar. Nobody he knew here either. Good.
“Hey, kid. What’s a Destin doing in a dive like this?”
“Wha? Oh.” He did recognize the bartender. Dude tended bar at the beach on weekends. “Bes’ fren’ gone to U-ni-ver-si-ty. Family’s cursed ‘n I’m sposed to keep ‘em safe. Marked ‘n can’t be heir. Step-dad is cheatin’ on m’ mother. Boy’s playin’ my twin cousins off eachother. Never been kissed ‘n’ don’ want any of the girls I know. Maybe ‘m broken.” He propped his head up on the palm of one hand.
“Don’t want the girls, eh? Is that why you’re here?”
Cam suddenly noticed there were only men in this bar. That was odd. “Wudd ya mean?”
“You’re in a gay bar, kiddo.”
“Oh.” He turned carefully on his bar stool, so that he didn’t fall off, and looked at the dance floor. There were all kinds of men out there dancing with each other. There were men in suits with their ties off and a couple of buttons undone on their white dress shirts. There were men in jeans and tight t-shirts. There were men in neon leather shorts. There were men who appeared to be only wearing leather straps. Lots and lots of men and maybe one or two girls giggling to each other in a corner. He watched one of the suit-guys start to dance with one of the neon-shorts dudes. The dude in the shorts was a really good dancer. He could bend all the way backwards, touching the floor with his hand, the highest part on his body being his. Oh. Cam flushed and spun back around on his stool so that he was facing the bar again, the shadows covering him from the waist down. “Can I have some water?”
“Sure.” The bartender grinned at him and slid him a chilled glass.
Cam gulped the water down and then pressed the damp, cool glass against his forehead. He didn’t feel so good and at the same time, his nerves tingled with warmth. He didn’t notice when the bartender motioned someone over.
“Time for you to go home, kid.” The bartender turned to the other man. “Would you take him out and wait with him until the taxi comes?”
“Sure Avri.” The man smiled at Cam and Cam, unable to help himself, smiled back. He wrapped an arm around Cam’s waist to help him off the stool and then left it there. A couple of other men started in their direction as they crossed the bar, but the man waved them away.
He didn’t look that much older. Blake’s age? Maybe at Uni? Just graduated at the absolute oldest, and his hair flopped over his eyes, a little too long. His suit was inexpensive but well tailored. Still growing? Still filling out? Cam didn’t know, but he did know that the tiny patch of hair peeking out from the top of the crisp white cotton shirt was fascinating.
“You gonna be OK?” The man propped him against the rough brick of the wall outside.
“Uh huh.” Cam tried, but he couldn’t stop looking. He heard a sigh and then felt a hand on his chin, lifting his face until he was staring directly into a pair of bright, humor-filled eyes.
“You’re too young for anything else, but…”
The sentence trailed off as a pair of warm lips pressed gently against his.
Prompt: My Favorite Juice ( biglenny )
Characters: The Gen 3 gang and friends.
Summary: Conrad's first night on campus.
Rating: Hard PG-13/Teen
Notes: Very minor spoilers.
Word Count: 491
My Favorite Juice
They were all on the floor or draped across pieces of furniture in the lounge.
“So, what did you think of your first night prowling the Uni?” Lettie was laying on one of the sofas playing with Alec’s hair while he sat on the floor in front of her.
“Um.” Conrad peered at her from across the room. There were far too many of her and far too many of Alec and they were all moving around, and he’d rather look at Robin, who had said it was too hot and was taking off her shirt. He thought maybe if he could move she’d let him touch her breasts, but he also thought if he moved he might be sick. Hard decision. He pondered.
“Did you like anything?” She was way soderber, sorberdur, more not drunk than he was. Really everyone was other than Cam, who was rambling on to Sherry about some guy he was in love with who he’d only met once and all the things he wished the guy had done. None of them needed to hear that except maybe an enthralled-looking Sherry, so they were all ignoring him.
“Liked a’most everything.” Con burped and then covered him mouth.
“What did you like best?”
“I dn’t like the beer. Keg was stupid and Cam kept taking his clothes off. Don’ need to see Cam’s butt. Or his junk. Yuck. Been better if it had been Robin’s butt.”
“OK, no beer. Whiskey?”
“Coul’n’t taste the whishkey. Tas’e buds were numb.”
“Bourbon?”
“Was pretty good.” He smacked his lips. It had been cut with Sparkle-seven so it had been sweet and kind of smoky.
“So was that your favorite?”
“Nope.” Conrad thought back. “I liked the pink one, whatever it was called.”
“Cosmo? You like cosmopolitans? That’s a girl drink, Connie.” Blake laughed from where he was lounging in a chair. Con wasn’t sure if he was planning on getting himself back to the frat or if he was going to crash here tonight.
“So? I liked it, and cranberry is my favorite juice.” He interrupted himself with a yawn.
“Leave him alone, Blake.” Robin got up and pulled Con up as well. The others got up as well.
“Can you handle him?” Lettie looked worried.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. You go to bed.”
Alec had grabbed Lettie’s hand and was pulling her toward her room. Con saw Tara watching them go and then she seemed to wake herself up, shaking her head. Blake yanked Cam up and pushed him toward the bathroom. “You need to puke, or you’ll feel miserable in the morning. I’ll leave a glass of water and an aspirin in your room, like usual.”
Robin rolled her eyes at Con. “You get water and aspirin too, but no puking. You don’t have any practice at it. I’ve got a different idea for you. Let’s go have a look at your dorm room.”
Prompt: An Itch You Can't Scratch ( silverbelle1220 )
Characters: The Nott Girls, Alec
Summary: you'll see.
Rating: G/pg
Notes: This comes in 2 flavors as I had 2 ideas and decided to do them both. Version 1 is not spoilery at all. Version 2 has very minor spoilers.
Word Count: V1: 242 V2:183
An Itch You Can't Scratch: Version 1
Lettie wiggled in her seat. She wiggled, and wriggled, and bounced, but it wouldn’t go away. She tried to reach it with her fingers, but she wasn’t flexible enough and her sweater was too thick. She leaned and tried to rub it against the edge of her desk chair, but it wasn’t sharp enough and the itch was still there. It was going to drive her crazy. Then her eyes lit on her pen sitting innocently atop her notebook. Most specifically her eyes lit upon the clip part of the pen, the part that hooked the pen to papers, or a pocket. It was a bit pointy and a little rough and there was a gel bit with the pen name on it as well that would have some rub and scrape to it. She grabbed the pen off her desk and slid it, slowly and subtly behind her back and up under her sweater and shirt and then under the edge of her bra-strap. She rubbed it back and forth, digging the itch out with the edge of the pen. She groaned in relief.
“Ms. Nott!”
Lettie blushed and let go of the pen. It hooked itself over her bra. Lettie wiggled again.
“Ms. Nott.”
Lettie stopped and sat still. Oh, well. There were only ten minutes left in the class and there were worse things than having a pen hooked to your bra. Probably. At least the itch was gone.
An Itch You Can't Scratch: Version 2
When she reached the top of the hill she stopped dead in her tracks. She should turn and go. She should not stand here watching Alec and her sister play with the children. She should not think about when she ran into him at the grocery store last week and he had reached up and caressed her cheek and she had turned away. She should not think about the family party where he’d gotten her out on the porch and told her he still wanted her and she had told him no, he was with her sister. She should not think about the way his hands had felt on her teenaged body or the fact that he must be even better now. She should not think about him at all or the temptation to give in at some point in the future when he approached her for the fifteenth, or the thirty-fifth, or the eighty-fifth time. She would not do that, she could not have him, she should not think about it. She turned and walked back down the hill and won again.
Th-that, th-that, th-that's all, folks. Or all for now anyway. I'm going to try for a blackout.
Prompt: Never Let Them See You Sweat ( lauriempress )
Characters:Brenda, assorted boyfriends
Summary: Brenda, while a very nice person, is still a Romance Sim
Rating: hmm. PG-13? Teen?
Notes: Not spoilery at all
Word Count: 574
Three dates. Oh Lady, why had she accepted three dates in one day? Brenda kissed Kevin’s neck, her position across his lap with her arm around him letting her check her watch without his noticing. She hooked her heels between the door and the seat and slid herself across his body and onto her side of car. Kevin reached for her and she wrapped her arms around him for one last kiss. “I had a great time at the game!”
“Why don’t I come in with you?”
“We can’t, today.” Brenda smiled at him with regret. “But I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”
He sighed and looked resigned. “Library?”
“Yep. Better get the study-room with the couch in it.” She teased him gently, blew him a kiss and ran into the house. Brenda was relieved to hear the car pull away even before the front door closed and she started stripping off her clothes on the way to her bedroom.
“Oh, Lady, my eyes!”
Brenda rolled her eyes. “Geesh. My bra is still on.” She closed the door behind her, wiggled out of her jeans, pulled her dress over her head and started twisting up her hair. She’d only been in the bathroom for two minutes when Bryan called out that Ben was here. A quick spritz of body-spray and a new coat of lipstick and she was ready.
Ben whistled as she stepped into the heels she’d left waiting for her next to the sofa. “Nothing sexier than a woman balancing on one foot while she slides a sandal onto the other.”
Brenda slowed her movements, taking time to run a long index finger under the strap at her arch. Ben grabbed at his heart.
Ben had hired a car to take them out, his daddy had money. Dinner was nice, but it ran too long and Ben wasn’t careful with his drinking since he wasn’t driving. He was all hands in the back seat on the way back but by the time they reached the frat he was snoring. Brenda used the rearview mirror to fix her hair and lipstick and put her breasts back were they belonged in her dress, then rolled her eyes at the driver in the mirror. She got out of the car and groaned when she saw Garrick’s car parked on the street. She hadn’t realized it was that late.
“Hey.” Garrick looked up from the physics text and notebook on the kitchen table when she came in. He smiled at her. “Where’ve you been?”
She gestured at her dress. “Dinner thing. Lady, it ran long. I’ll go change.”
He nodded and went back to his assignment. She changed into a pair of yoga pants and a thin t-shirt and stopped by the bathroom to brush her teeth on the way back before sliding into the chair across from him and dragging her stats book out of her bag. He leaned over and pointed to a couple of lines where she’d gotten her calculations wrong and soon they were sitting with their heads close together while he explained how to calculate a chi-squared problem. At last she stretched and closed her books and he did as well. He held out a hand and they walked to the bedroom together.
Later, snuggled up to Garrick, Brenda thought about her day. It had gone perfectly, but she was never doing that again.
Prompt: A Spell Gone Wrong ( hbcirce )
Characters: Deirdre, children
Summary: She's not a Witch! Oh, wait.
Rating: G. Family friendly, could be read by children under 10, all that.
Notes: Not particularly spoilery, though one might consider that there's a bit of foreshadowing.
Word Count: 357
A Spell gone wrong
Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. This would be impossible to hide. She looked like a grape. Like she’d been dipped in a vat of blueberry syrup. Like. Oh hell. She was a brilliant shade of virulent purple. Her grandmother would kill her. And with that thought, her grandmother appeared.
“Child.” Her grandmother was standing before her, tapping one foot.
“It’s her fault.” She pointed upward, to where she knew her twin was calmly playing chess. “She locked me in and I couldn’t get out. Then I fell. Yes, I fell, very hard into the edge of your cauldron and I threw out my arms to catch myself and they went into the cauldron and it splashed on me and turned me purple.” She let her bottom lip quiver. “And now my shins are both bruised and so is my right elbow.”
“Child, it is not possible that your sister locked you into this room, only I control the door locks. It is also not possible that you tripped and fell into the cauldron, it can only be approached deliberately. And it is not possible that you turned purple by accident, as that is the color of the trap-spell I placed on my cauldron for little girls trying to cast revenge spells.”
“Oh, no grandmother, I would never do that! I love all my siblings dearly.” She batted her eyelashes at her grandmother attempting to appear young and innocent. “Please, please forgive me for intruding.”
“Quiet. As you have snuck in to cast a revenge spell on one of your siblings and as you have chosen to attempt to lie to me about it, I believe that you must be punished for your behavior. You will now become my witch’s servant and collect and grind herbs and stir my cauldron for my spells until I deem your punishment served. Now, go clean yourself up.”
It did not occur to the girl until much later that her grandmother had never before allowed anyone to spend extended time in her workroom and had never needed anyone to do any of those chores.
Prompt: First Kiss ( peasant007 )
Characters: Cam, Bartender Avri
Summary: Cam ends up someplace unexpected.
Rating: PG/PG-13, Teen
Notes: Very minor spoilers. Mention of gayness. If you hold socially conservative prejudices and are inclined to rant about them, best not to read. Underage drinking.
Word Count: 576
First kiss.
Cam looked blearily around the downtown bar. Nobody he knew here either. Good.
“Hey, kid. What’s a Destin doing in a dive like this?”
“Wha? Oh.” He did recognize the bartender. Dude tended bar at the beach on weekends. “Bes’ fren’ gone to U-ni-ver-si-ty. Family’s cursed ‘n I’m sposed to keep ‘em safe. Marked ‘n can’t be heir. Step-dad is cheatin’ on m’ mother. Boy’s playin’ my twin cousins off eachother. Never been kissed ‘n’ don’ want any of the girls I know. Maybe ‘m broken.” He propped his head up on the palm of one hand.
“Don’t want the girls, eh? Is that why you’re here?”
Cam suddenly noticed there were only men in this bar. That was odd. “Wudd ya mean?”
“You’re in a gay bar, kiddo.”
“Oh.” He turned carefully on his bar stool, so that he didn’t fall off, and looked at the dance floor. There were all kinds of men out there dancing with each other. There were men in suits with their ties off and a couple of buttons undone on their white dress shirts. There were men in jeans and tight t-shirts. There were men in neon leather shorts. There were men who appeared to be only wearing leather straps. Lots and lots of men and maybe one or two girls giggling to each other in a corner. He watched one of the suit-guys start to dance with one of the neon-shorts dudes. The dude in the shorts was a really good dancer. He could bend all the way backwards, touching the floor with his hand, the highest part on his body being his. Oh. Cam flushed and spun back around on his stool so that he was facing the bar again, the shadows covering him from the waist down. “Can I have some water?”
“Sure.” The bartender grinned at him and slid him a chilled glass.
Cam gulped the water down and then pressed the damp, cool glass against his forehead. He didn’t feel so good and at the same time, his nerves tingled with warmth. He didn’t notice when the bartender motioned someone over.
“Time for you to go home, kid.” The bartender turned to the other man. “Would you take him out and wait with him until the taxi comes?”
“Sure Avri.” The man smiled at Cam and Cam, unable to help himself, smiled back. He wrapped an arm around Cam’s waist to help him off the stool and then left it there. A couple of other men started in their direction as they crossed the bar, but the man waved them away.
He didn’t look that much older. Blake’s age? Maybe at Uni? Just graduated at the absolute oldest, and his hair flopped over his eyes, a little too long. His suit was inexpensive but well tailored. Still growing? Still filling out? Cam didn’t know, but he did know that the tiny patch of hair peeking out from the top of the crisp white cotton shirt was fascinating.
“You gonna be OK?” The man propped him against the rough brick of the wall outside.
“Uh huh.” Cam tried, but he couldn’t stop looking. He heard a sigh and then felt a hand on his chin, lifting his face until he was staring directly into a pair of bright, humor-filled eyes.
“You’re too young for anything else, but…”
The sentence trailed off as a pair of warm lips pressed gently against his.
Prompt: My Favorite Juice ( biglenny )
Characters: The Gen 3 gang and friends.
Summary: Conrad's first night on campus.
Rating: Hard PG-13/Teen
Notes: Very minor spoilers.
Word Count: 491
My Favorite Juice
They were all on the floor or draped across pieces of furniture in the lounge.
“So, what did you think of your first night prowling the Uni?” Lettie was laying on one of the sofas playing with Alec’s hair while he sat on the floor in front of her.
“Um.” Conrad peered at her from across the room. There were far too many of her and far too many of Alec and they were all moving around, and he’d rather look at Robin, who had said it was too hot and was taking off her shirt. He thought maybe if he could move she’d let him touch her breasts, but he also thought if he moved he might be sick. Hard decision. He pondered.
“Did you like anything?” She was way soderber, sorberdur, more not drunk than he was. Really everyone was other than Cam, who was rambling on to Sherry about some guy he was in love with who he’d only met once and all the things he wished the guy had done. None of them needed to hear that except maybe an enthralled-looking Sherry, so they were all ignoring him.
“Liked a’most everything.” Con burped and then covered him mouth.
“What did you like best?”
“I dn’t like the beer. Keg was stupid and Cam kept taking his clothes off. Don’ need to see Cam’s butt. Or his junk. Yuck. Been better if it had been Robin’s butt.”
“OK, no beer. Whiskey?”
“Coul’n’t taste the whishkey. Tas’e buds were numb.”
“Bourbon?”
“Was pretty good.” He smacked his lips. It had been cut with Sparkle-seven so it had been sweet and kind of smoky.
“So was that your favorite?”
“Nope.” Conrad thought back. “I liked the pink one, whatever it was called.”
“Cosmo? You like cosmopolitans? That’s a girl drink, Connie.” Blake laughed from where he was lounging in a chair. Con wasn’t sure if he was planning on getting himself back to the frat or if he was going to crash here tonight.
“So? I liked it, and cranberry is my favorite juice.” He interrupted himself with a yawn.
“Leave him alone, Blake.” Robin got up and pulled Con up as well. The others got up as well.
“Can you handle him?” Lettie looked worried.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. You go to bed.”
Alec had grabbed Lettie’s hand and was pulling her toward her room. Con saw Tara watching them go and then she seemed to wake herself up, shaking her head. Blake yanked Cam up and pushed him toward the bathroom. “You need to puke, or you’ll feel miserable in the morning. I’ll leave a glass of water and an aspirin in your room, like usual.”
Robin rolled her eyes at Con. “You get water and aspirin too, but no puking. You don’t have any practice at it. I’ve got a different idea for you. Let’s go have a look at your dorm room.”
Prompt: An Itch You Can't Scratch ( silverbelle1220 )
Characters: The Nott Girls, Alec
Summary: you'll see.
Rating: G/pg
Notes: This comes in 2 flavors as I had 2 ideas and decided to do them both. Version 1 is not spoilery at all. Version 2 has very minor spoilers.
Word Count: V1: 242 V2:183
An Itch You Can't Scratch: Version 1
Lettie wiggled in her seat. She wiggled, and wriggled, and bounced, but it wouldn’t go away. She tried to reach it with her fingers, but she wasn’t flexible enough and her sweater was too thick. She leaned and tried to rub it against the edge of her desk chair, but it wasn’t sharp enough and the itch was still there. It was going to drive her crazy. Then her eyes lit on her pen sitting innocently atop her notebook. Most specifically her eyes lit upon the clip part of the pen, the part that hooked the pen to papers, or a pocket. It was a bit pointy and a little rough and there was a gel bit with the pen name on it as well that would have some rub and scrape to it. She grabbed the pen off her desk and slid it, slowly and subtly behind her back and up under her sweater and shirt and then under the edge of her bra-strap. She rubbed it back and forth, digging the itch out with the edge of the pen. She groaned in relief.
“Ms. Nott!”
Lettie blushed and let go of the pen. It hooked itself over her bra. Lettie wiggled again.
“Ms. Nott.”
Lettie stopped and sat still. Oh, well. There were only ten minutes left in the class and there were worse things than having a pen hooked to your bra. Probably. At least the itch was gone.
An Itch You Can't Scratch: Version 2
When she reached the top of the hill she stopped dead in her tracks. She should turn and go. She should not stand here watching Alec and her sister play with the children. She should not think about when she ran into him at the grocery store last week and he had reached up and caressed her cheek and she had turned away. She should not think about the family party where he’d gotten her out on the porch and told her he still wanted her and she had told him no, he was with her sister. She should not think about the way his hands had felt on her teenaged body or the fact that he must be even better now. She should not think about him at all or the temptation to give in at some point in the future when he approached her for the fifteenth, or the thirty-fifth, or the eighty-fifth time. She would not do that, she could not have him, she should not think about it. She turned and walked back down the hill and won again.
Th-that, th-that, th-that's all, folks. Or all for now anyway. I'm going to try for a blackout.