Games of the Children Part 1
- 2 years ago
- 16
- 0
Games Of The Children Part 2 free porn video
Games of the Children Part 2
Brad rolled over in bed, the sun again providing an
unwelcome morning greeting. He stretched lazily for a
moment then put his feet on the floor and lifted himself
out of bed. Shuffling to the bathroom, he gazed drearily
into the mirror, looking at his familiar face and
confirming what he suspected. His eyes were red. He had
expected that, considering the amount of sleep he had
gotten the night before. His sleep was fitful, made so by a
dream that disturbed him greatly, yet remained slightly out
of reach during the waking hours.
After a quick shower and a bowl of cereal, Brad strolled
out the front door and down the street, his pace noticeably
quickening as he passed Angela's house. He quickly arrived
at his destination two blocks away. It would be a welcome
change to work through some batting practice with his
unofficial baseball mentor. Jimmy would have balked at
being considered a mentor at his fifteen years of age, but
there was no question that Brad's skill had improved after
practicing this summer with him. Brad rapped at the door.
Jimmy opened the door and grinned at his "student".
"Couldn't wait to get started today, huh?"
Brad grinned. "I'm ready to knock a few out of the park,
Jimmy!"
Jimmy scratched his chin, the gesture seeming a bit forced
for a fifteen year old. "I think you need a park first,
pal. Anyway, we have to cut this one off about noon. I have
a date at one o'clock."
Brad made a face. "A date? Instead of baseball? What's this
world coming to?"
"Well, not just any date. I promised Sarah Little I would
take her to the park downtown today. Even you have to admit
she's a real hottie, dude."
"I guess I can get over it today." Brad stated with mock
reluctance. "Let's play some ball."
After a spirited practice, Brad thanked Jimmy and returned
home to get some lunch. With practice behind him and a full
stomach to boot, Brad felt much better. Perhaps he had just
let his imagination run wild the last few days. Full of new
energy, he bounded across the street to Daniel's house and
knocked. Daniel came to the door moments later and invited
Brad in. Daniel looked as tired as Brad had felt this
morning.
Brad scrutinized him carefully. "Are you okay, Daniel?"
"Yeah, I just couldn't sleep too good last night. Weird
dreams."
Brad's head snapped around. "Weird dreams? What about?"
"I don't know, I couldn't remember them after I woke up."
Brad felt the now familiar chill beginning again, then
shook it off. "Hey, maybe we should all hit a movie. Get
dressed and we'll go get Craig."
Daniel agreed and soon they were knocking on Craig's door.
His mother opened the door and directed them upstairs to
his room. They could already hear the sounds of the
Playstation as they entered the room where they could see
the television screen displaying a road race game and the
back of the big office chair given to Craig when his father
bought a new one. Presumably slouched down in the chair was
Craig, immersed totally in the race.
Brad cleared his throat. "Craig, get off that game, man.
We're going to a movie."
"Okay, dude, I can go for one." Craig's hand reached out
and turned the console off then spun around to get his
shoes.
Brad blinked several times and tried to reconcile with what
he was seeing.
Craig hadn't been slouching at all. He was just shorter.
Slimmer. And his usually ear length, messy brown hair was
almost to his shoulders. Brad sipped quick breaths of air
and glanced at Daniel for some kind of validation. Daniel
was standing there patiently, looking for all the world
like there was nothing at all amiss.
Craig stood up and walked past them to his bathroom. Where
he had been two inches taller that Brad's 5'4" height, he
was now at least two inches shorter than Brad.
Craig didn't seem to notice, as he was busy brushing his
hair until any bit of unruliness was tamed. "Okay, let's
go." Brad was feeling his world about to turn black when
Daniel's voice interrupted his descent. "Brad, are you
okay?"
Brad collected himself and nodded. He was able to manage a
terse, "I'm ready to go."
The experience at the movie theater was not much better.
For some reason, Craig was interested in seeing Sweet Home
Alabama, which detailed a fashion designer's return home
only to find herself in a love triangle with her husband
there and the man she wanted to marry. Brad was fit to be
tied at this point and absolutely refused to watch it. They
finally decided on The Ring, which Brad regretted after the
movie began to revolve around a little girl's demonic
spirit haunting the world of the living. More frightening
than anything was Craig's little scream when the girl's
spirit finally made its appearance. As the lights came up,
Brad made for the exit quickly. Outside, he was able to
catch his breath before Daniel and Craig caught up with
him.
Craig touched Brad's arm with his fingertips. "Hey, are you
okay? I didn't think it was THAT scary!"
Brad recoiled slightly and nodded his head. "Yeah, I just
need to get home. Mom wouldn't want me to be late for
dinner."
Craig smiled sweetly. "Yeah, I have homework to finish
tonight. I guess I need to get home too."
The trio began the walk home with Craig slightly in front
and Brad lagging slightly with Daniel glancing over at him,
a slight frown crossing his face. Brad was sure that Daniel
also didn't notice that Craig's shirt had become tight and
light blue with thin satin trim at the neck and sleeves or
the fact that Craig was now wearing flared Mudd jeans with
leather lacing running up the sides. As Craig reached his
walkway, he turned and gave a little wave to the two.
Smiling, he said, "Bye boys. See ya later." Then he
strolled through the front door. Brad couldn't help but
notice the slight wiggle.
Brad looked at the closed door, then at Daniel, who was
still unaware of anything wrong. "Well," he thought, "I can
at least warn Daniel and maybe together we can do something
to stop this."
"Hey Daniel, let's go to your house. There's something I
need to tell you."
"Okay, come on over."
They walked in and secluded themselves in Daniel's room in
the back of the house. Brad took a breath. "I don't know
where to start, dude."
Daniel grinned at him. "Hey just take your time. We're best
friends. Nothing comes between us."
Brad felt a little relief in spite of himself. At least
Daniel would always be there for him. "Have you noticed
anything strange about Craig?"
"Now that you mention it, something seems a little wrong,
but I can't put my finger on it."
"Oh, I think there's a lot strange going on."
Daniel frowned. "I see. Well, hold that thought I need to
go take a whiz."
Daniel left the room and Brad sat on the bed, feeling
better than he had since lunch. Maybe everything would work
out after all. He noticed Daniel's bag from the toy store
on the bed and idly opened it while he pondered what to do
next. His fingers went numb and he dropped the bag on the
bed, spilling its contents.
A Barbie Doll.
Blond with a sparkly white dress.
Brad almost ran out of the room, nearly knocking Daniel
down as he returned from the bathroom. He mumbled that he
had to get home and that he would see Daniel tomorrow. He
refused to look at anything but his front door until he was
inside the sanctuary of his living room, but the voice
followed him still. Giggling.
"Did you and your FRIENDS have fun Brad?"
Brad took his seat on the team bus for their trip to
Chesterfield to play their school's top rival. He sat
heavily in the seat and pulled his cap down over his eyes
to nap on the way there. He soon felt the lurching motion
of the bus starting forward and allowed it to lull him into
a lazy half-doze. Knowing that he would wake up when the
bus stopped, he resolved to nap all the way.
He was just dropping out of consciousness when a giggle
brought him back to a waking state. With a strange sense of
doom settling at the bottom of his stomach, he slowly
lifted his cap from his eyes and looked into a pair of
sparkling green eyes that did not belong on his bus. Those
eyes were set below a mane of long red hair that framed a
pretty face sprinkled with freckles. The girl was looking
directly at him and giggling, as were a number of other
girls who were dressed in ball uniforms and peeking over
and around seats at him. The doom in his stomach turned
into white hot panic as he began to sit up and opened his
mouth to question the interlopers.
"Why are you girls on our bus?"
Red eyebrows furrowed downward as the girl considered this.
"You're on our bus! I think you're in the wrong place,
unless you want to play softball with us. But I'm not sure
you're eligible for the team..." With that, the redhead
began giggling again, joined by more hearty laughter from
the other girls.
Brad was close to panicking. He was missing the biggest
game of the year because he was on the wrong bus! Worse
yet, he would have to ride with the girl's softball team to
their game and then ride back home before he could let
anyone know where he was. Brad's mind raced to process
those fears and seek a solution when he felt a hand touch
his shoulder. He looked up and saw a pretty girl with long
brown hair and light green eyes wearing a cheerleader
outfit attached to the hand on his shoulder.
She smiled as she spoke. "It's okay, Brad, you can sit with
us at the game."
Brad bolted upright in his bed and nervously scanned his
room. No cheerleaders or redheaded girls in sight. He
realized that he had been dreaming and breathed deeply,
trying to still his heart from jackhammering his ribcage.
He looked at the clock. 5:15 am. He had barely gotten four
hours of sleep after tossing most of the night and finally
settling into a fitful sleep just after one o'clock. He
knew that he couldn't take much more of this. His mother
had been concerned when he returned from Daniel's house and
went straight to his room and stayed there the rest of the
night, even foregoing dinner. He resolved to confront
Angela the next day but even that did not make his stomach
stop doing gymnastics. In fact, it made it worse. Brad
resigned himself to wakefulness and walked downstairs to
spend the next couple of hours before school watching
television and formulating his plan for the day.
She stepped out of the bus onto the sidewalk at the front
of the school, looking for all the world like someone's
precious little angel. Brad snorted. He doubted Angela was
anywhere near an angel, but was more likely just the
opposite. He trotted up to her before she could get to the
front doors.
"Angela!"
She turned and saw Brad, a sly smile crossing her delicate
face. "Why Brad, what are you doing here? Don't you have a
game to play or more important people to hang out with?"
Brad frowned. She was playing with him. "That's enough,
Angela. What did you do to my friends?"
That infuriating smile again. "Why Brad, what are you
talking about? I haven't seen your friends."
"You know what I mean. How they are changing and acting
different."
"Maybe they are just growing up..."
"Stop it! You know what's happening! I want you to change
them back and leave them alone."
Angela pushed past Brad headed toward the door as the bell
rang. "I don't know what you want me to do, Brad. Sometimes
friends just find other interests and leave you behind."
With that, and one last victorious smirk, Angela
disappeared into the hallway and left Brad smoldering and
shaken.
The day at school went well, considering the circumstances
Brad found himself in. He didn't see Craig and Daniel too
much during the day, but wasn't surprised to see Craig
wearing khaki slacks that looked a bit tight and hip-
hugging paired with a striped stretchy polo shirt with cap
sleeves. He noted that Craig seemed a lot more popular with
the older girls. As for Daniel, he mainly looked wide-eyed
and confused all day, as if he was out of place all day.
And neither met him at the end of the day at their usual
spot to walk home. Brad felt suddenly very alone. He began
to wonder how he was going to cope with his situation when
he had and idea who he could talk to about what was
happening. He began the short walk to Jimmy's house and
hoped his mentor would have some ideas.
Brad approached Jimmy's house after an uneventful ten
minute walk and stepped up on the porch. He knocked on the
door and waited patiently. Soon the heard the door unlatch
and Jimmy's mother opened the door. She seemed surprised to
see him.
"Brad! It's a little early in the week for lessons isn't
it?"
Brad smiled. "Yes ma'am I guess it is."
"Well, you're going to be disappointed. Your "mentor" had
to go over to the Porter's house right after practice
today."
Brad frowned in confusion. "Okay, I'll just run over there
then. Thanks ma'am."
"Okay Brad, good luck with your math."
Brad started toward Daniel's house wondering what Jimmy was
doing there and why he had told his mother that Brad was
having problems in math class...
Geraldine
- 02.06.2022
- 15
- 0
Thangaiku Theriyaamal Amma Magalai Oothen
- 1 year ago
- 183
- 0
Games of the Children Finale
- 1 year ago
- 13
- 0
