By ~Harem~
Date: 2001 Aug 30
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The Brass Ring

I didn't understand at the time,
why I was doing such terrible things to him.
I guess it was a teenage thing.
Sort of like what school boys do with girls pig tails.
Only this was quite a bit more ghastly.
I watched as I did them,
like someone else was doing the stuff
through me.
I can laugh at it now,
but it was pretty gross at the time.

I was dating his best friend, Dave
And he was dating my best friend, Liz.
We did a lot of double dating,
because Richard didn't have a car.
Sometimes, he would offer to drive,
and give Dave a break,
or should I say,
give Dave a chance
to kiss with me in the back seat.

I can't recall,
how far into the double dating thing
that I began doing strange stuff to Richard.
One evening he drove us home,
with my red lipstick
all over the back of his neck.
I had put it there.

Another evening,
he drove home with singed hair,
from where I had set his hair on fire,
with the lighter that I found in the back seat.

I slowly became, a very disliked person by him.
But I didn't care.....
I kept thinking of new and inventive ways,
to aggravate him.

One day, when a group of us, were swimming
in his backyard, inground pool,
he went into the garage
to get more chlorine,
and while he was bent over,
for no reason whatsoever,
I slapped him real hard across his bare back
with my wet hands...
When I came to,
I was lying on the garage floor,
and his dad was picking me up
and yelling at Richard for decking me.
Mind you, this is a very NON violent guy
who was always sooo easy
to get along with.
He apologized to me
and I believe he was truly sorry.

The peak of my strange behavior
happened when school was letting out,
at the beginning of summer.
A group of us had gone to the boardwalk
by the ocean, and were riding
the amusement park rides...
You know,
cotton candy, penny arcades,
and frozen custards, the whole bit.

This particular night, was a magical one,
as I was feeling things
everytime Richard stared at me
and for some reason, this night....
He wasn't paying attention to Liz
but rather focusing on me.

I felt his eyes burning
into my back, each time I turned
I could tell that he was mesmerized
with me, this night.

I was in a wild mood,
more wild than usual.
I just could not stand it anymore.
Dave didn't want to go into the fun house,
so he and liz, went and got some hotdogs.
Richard and I, and some other friends
went into the fun house.
I cornered him in one of the dark scarey rooms,
and LICKED him.
That's right.....
I  LICKED  him
right on the face......
Hell if I know why>>>>
I told you that I was in a wild mood.
Needless to say, he responded by
attacking me...
I narrowly escaped with
one hickey and two sore lips,  (he bit me).

Then En masse, we boarded the huge carousel,
which was directly across from the fun house.
I mounted a beautiful black steed
with a scarey face
and wild looking eyes.
I looked at the ceiling to make sure,
that my horse was going to give me
the up and down motion that I desired

I  carefully picked
the largest, most ferocious looking stallion
of the group..
I wanted to ride high and fierce
and lucky for me....
he was on the outer row
of the merryGoRound
so I would have easy access to
grab the brass rings.
It often hurt my hand,
but the pain was worth the thrill
of catching the ring.  

Several times, I almost fell off the horse,
as I had to hang from the one stirrup
in order to reach the metal device
that popped out the rings.  

Round and round we went.....
riding the carousel.....
using our tickets up....
over and over......
FINALLY, I got the ring!!!!
as a matter of fact,
I caught several of them.

I saw Richard in the distance,
with his arms around Liz.
I started thowing the rings at him.
Eventually, I hit him,
right in the mouth,
and split his lip open,
and broke his front tooth.
There was blood everywhere.
He chased after me,
and I wound up having to go home
with some other friends,
because he was going to kill me.

I waited several days,
and then decided to call him and apologize,
and see how he was doing.
My mother offered to pay for the dental work.
I was surprised
that he even talked to me on the phone.
It wasn't very pleasant.
I asked him if he had gotten my note of apology
while I was still asking,
I could hear him ripping up my note
in the background.
He told me that if he never saw me again,
it would be too soon,
and then, he hung up on me.

Time heals all wounds,
and so did his lip and his bruised ego.
His anger toward me began to fade,
then began to take a 360 degree turn around.

The next step in events involved
his built in swimming pool again.
A bunch of us went to his house,
after our last day of school,
to celebrate the beginning of our summer break
Being the playful bunch that we were,
the guys began throwing us girls
into the swimming pool.

Some how, they singled me out
for special treatment,
probably because I was so hard to catch.
It took four of them to get me
sort of like a group kill.
They pinned me down on the ground.

Each one grabbed my arm and my foot,
so basically
I was spread eagle,
with a different guy, holding on to one
of each of my four appendages.
Lifting me off the ground by my arms and legs,
they begain to swing me
in a back and forth motion,
much like a hammock.
All the while, I was pleasing them
with beautiful screams
that would have made my mother proud.

Closer and closer to the pool,
they kept swinging me,
when at last, the leader of them
shouted, "Ok.... NOW..... throw her in. !!!"
And so they did,
all except for one of them
who failed to let go of my right leg.

Instead of hitting the water directly,
I hit the side of the pool first
- receiving a devastating blow
to my gut and side,
before I fell into the water (the deep end).

Now I am an excellent swimmer,
and naturally bouyant,
but the impact from the cement
forced all my air out,
much like being punched in the belly
by a boxer.
I sunk to the bottom,
lying there lifeless,
my lungs filling with water,
unconsciously sinking,
while the teenagers crowded around
to stare and laugh.

Only Richard,
seemed to realize
the criticality of the situation.
Calling Gordy a stupid bastard,
he shoved and pushed everyone out of the way,
then dove into the pool to get me.

Pulling me out
and thowing me face down in the grass,
he proceeded to straddle my waist,
and began to punch and press my back.
I woke up screaming and crying,
because he was hurting me.
Water was gushing out my mouth and nose
and the pressure he was asserting on my back
caused me to throw up.

He carried me into his room,
threw me on his bed
and began pulling my bathing suit off.
I slapped him, and screamed at him,
"What the hell do you thing you are doing"?

He wanted to get me into some warm clothes,
as I was shaking uncontrollably
and was feeling very sick.....
Someone had hidden my school clothes,
and so he had me put on
his sweat shirt and pants.

Dave took me home right after that,
as I was feeling ill....
He had Richard and Glen
follow us, because as per usual,
he was low on gas,
and afraid of running out,
before he got me home.

Many years later,
Glen told me
what Richard had said to him that day,
when they were following us home.
He had turned to Glen and said,
"You know that blonde
that Dave is bringing home,...."
Glen replied, "Yeah, what about her?"  
"Some day, I am going to marry her."

and you know what????   One day he did !!!






~The Things We Do for Love~




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