|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- WINTER STADIUM THEM--CUP 14--"OUT OF IT" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Winter Stadium Them  ||  -------> (Cup SRws014, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Finally, Harrison mumbled "It's just... if you could let this happen... just this once..." "What?" Free said, her voice sounding more compassionate than she had wanted. He locked eyes with her. "If we could just... just make out... no genital stuff..." he said, and added almost too low to hear, "...if you don't want." She stared at him and tears began to well up in her eyes. She wanted to think it was the cold doing it, but it wasn't. It was compassion--and pity--for this man's desperate plea. "What's so special about me?" was all Free could think to say. "You are the most wonderful woman I have ever encountered. In mind, spirit, and body. All of them." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah. And it's just--when we work together--it's beyond my control. I just think of kissing you." The tears welled up more, and Free felt her willpower disintegrating. The pity, the pathos--her role in it--how she could be the salve for his pain. The cold medicine--blurring her judgment--she was about to acquiesce to his desires. She smiled an inviting smile. "Your desire to kiss me--does it stem from a merely physical response--or from an emotional one?" "I... I don't know. A little of both maybe." "You're acting like all you wanna do is neck with me and leave it at that. But you think that once we get that far, the home run'll be that much easier, right?" He didn't respond. "Well let me tell you something. If I let you kiss me--and lick my neck--and whatever you want to do--and not let you go any further--you're gonna get into a funk, right? And make me feel guilty? And make my life miserable?" Harrison held his hands out in front of him, and began crying. "No." he said emphatically. "I'm just--it's just me trying to control myself--control my mind, control my lust. If I--if you allow me this--it will relieve the pressure in my mind. If I know that maybe, I don't know, occasionally we can kiss... and cuddle... I won't be obsessed with taking it any further. I'm a teammate. I want to act like one. I just... I just want this kissing and everything to be an extension of our... being teammates. As a way to help me help myself." Free took a deep breath. "Harrison, I think you're sincere, but I know that your plan is seriously flawed. I know you think we can just kiss and lick each other's necks and stuff and leave it at that. But that's a totally GROSS, BLIND misjudgment of human nature. Once we get to that point, you know it's gonna mean more, and it's gonna cause all sorts of problems on the team, as if we didn't have enough already, and... and..." "Okay." Harrison said softly. "What?" "Okay. I can take no for an answer." "Huh?" "You don't have to explain yourself. What I asked was... was... insane. Please forgive me for burdening you with my troubles. Who knows... I think that just by talking to you about this, it might help me." Free narrowed her eyes. "Harrison--let me tell you something--you're manipulating me. I don't think those are real emotions. I think you're acting." "I'm not." "But let me tell you something. There's only one way to shut you up. I'm going to give in. But remember this--it's only going to go so far. Eh? No clothes are coming off, no hands are gonna go UNDER the clothes. No touching me between the legs... or on my ass... okay? You understand?" "Are you serious?" "Yes, I am serious." "How about your breasts?" Free gave him a nasty look. "You really are pushing it, boy. But okay--as long as I'm making rules, I may as well make all of them. So--yes. You can touch my breasts--THROUGH my shirt. And the bra stays on." "Can I... can I kiss your breasts... through the shirt?" Harrison's eyes were glazing over. He looked like he was out of it. "Um--yes." "Could I kiss your belly?" She looked down at her shirt and saw that it revealed a little of her pretty abdomen, including her bellybutton. "Uh... no." she said, realizing that a tongue down there would most likely lead only one place--down. "Oh please..." Harrison said, now almost in a trance, staring at her navel. "Please... the thought of experiencing that bellybutton with my mouth..." -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----