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Friday, April 29, 2005 (Continued)
Carol and I arrived at the boys and we sat in front of them. While I was opening my lunch (it'd never left my hand, ESPECIALLY not after the disaster that had befallen an earlier incarnation of it at the Duckling visit), I said to Wayne, "Katelin's telling her story. Judging from what I heard she's telling the long version, so I've probably got a while to talk here. When she finishes she'll call out, and you and I will go help her answer the girls' questions, okay?"
"Yeah, that's fine."
"So what can I do for you guys?" As little as possible would be my choice, because of the disruption they'd already caused, although I'd thoroughly enjoyed how well the put-down had worked. I was also feeling uncharitable toward them because none of them had introduced themselves to us, and worst of all, they were staring at Carol's chest considerably more often than I would've liked, which was not at all. All things considered, they were annoying me. I couldn't really blame them for their last 'offense', as Carol was dressed particularly sexily today, but I blamed them for it anyway. [Carol was wearing another of the outfits Julia had chosen for me to admire Carol in. It was quite low cut and had been chosen for today's attire because it was very suitable for the tit-flashing trick we were ready to play on Chloe, as soon as she was judged ready for it. Julia kept saying, "It'll be any day now."]
It turned out that the boys wanted to hear about the fighting. Imagine my surprise! During our brief conversation thus far, most of them had continued to stare at Carol's chest. Even when I put my spare, non-lunch-eating arm around her, they kept staring. Occasionally looking at me, but mostly at those two specific parts of Carol. It got annoying, and then even more annoying.
I waited until it was my turn to speak, then I turned and called out to the girls behind me, "GIRLS! Sorry to interrupt. These guys keep staring at Carol's chest. What do we say to guys who try to hit on Carol? All together now, on the count of three: 1, 2, 3!"
The chorus yelled back, "SHE'S A LESBIAN, DUMMY! Haha."
"Thanks girls." I turned back to the 'boys'. "Will you 18-year old seniors please stop staring at the tits of my 13-year old, lesbian sister. Neither she nor I appreciate it. Try to demonstrate some maturity please."
I'd been stupid bringing up the "lesbian" issue, as it just got them more excited. (There must be a logical reason why guys react that way to lesbians, and when I figure out what it is, I'll let you know. Regardless of its doubtless being highly logical, it was still very annoying at the moment.) There were several different reactions: "Thirteen? No way!", "Your sister's hot, dude", more sensibly, "Oops" and "Sorry", but my personal favorite for the Most Annoying Prize was, "She's NOT your girlfriend; good!"
I seized on the last one. Looking at him, "Why on Earth is it good?"
He looked bashful and didn't answer.
"Seriously. I'd love to know why Carol's being my sister and not my girlfriend is good? What part of '13-year old lesbian' did you fail to understand? You can count to thirteen, can't you?" Charitably assuming he could, I pressed on with, "When you get home, ask your mommy to explain what 'lesbian' means. Your brain cell must be confused because you seem to think she might return your interest in her."
By now the others were laughing at him. Obviously not because they were much better themselves; just because that's what guys do to each other.
He came back with a brilliant defense, "You've got your arm around her!"
"What's that got to do with ANYTHING?"
I thought I knew what he'd say, and sure enough, "She can't dislike guys if she cuddles with you like that."
Carol beat me to it though. She said, "EEK! You're a GUY, Mark! Why didn't you tell me?" She recoiled out of my arm in mock-shock, then laughingly added, as she stood up, "I'll go back to the others; I'm too distracting here. Seniors are no better than 8th grade boys: get them near a pair of tits and their brains stop working, haha." Carol walked off, laughing. I was VERY impressed by her strength of character. Admittedly what she'd said was pretty similar to what Julia had told her to say when she flashed her tits in my class, but I was still impressed by her delivering the line with such confidence.
"Thanks for driving her away," complained one of the others to the guy I'd teased.
I told the complainer, "Another one of you that doesn't understand 'lesbian'. What's the matter with you people?"
"I know what it means. Doesn't mean I can't enjoy looking at her though."
"YES it does! That's the point. She doesn't enjoy the attention of males; it makes her uncomfortable. Why on Earth would you stare at a girl's tits knowing that you were making her uncomfortable? Go find some girl who enjoys parading around for guys and stare at her instead. Staring at a lesbian is inconsiderate and impolite."
"Then she shouldn't wear a top like that!"
"Her GIRLFRIEND bought it for her. She wears it because her GIRLFRIEND likes looking at her. And, yes, I know guys take advantage and stare at her too. I'd just expected that when you found out that she was a lesbian, seniors would be mature and considerate enough to look away. Never mind. It's obviously pointless to discuss polite behavior with you. Let's drop the topic before it ruins my appetite." I like to think that I'd mainly made a big issue out of it to convince their dirty little minds not to read anything into my having my protective arm around my sister. By emphasizing 'lesbian' so strongly, they shouldn't think there was anything sexual between Carol and me. In reality though, I think I jumped on the chance to belittle them just because they'd pissed me off so much already.
Wayne said, "I didn't know she was your sister either. You're very friendly with her."
"That would be because she's one of my best friends. Near the top of that list actually. We've shared a lot of our life together, funnily enough. She's had a difficult time coming to terms with her sexuality, so I like to support her as much as I can. Your 'friends' certainly don't make her feel any more comfortable with herself." It certainly couldn't do any harm to accentuate Carol's reported orientation.
-- "Never mind her being a lesbian for a moment, you CAN'T go around lusting after 13-year old girls. You're going to get yourself in serious trouble if you get caught doing anything about that, ESPECIALLY if I catch you doing anything about it with my sister!" I continued, with an amused tone of voice, "Which has brought us right back to the topic of me beating people to a pulp, so what did you want to know about the fights?"
They wanted to know everything. They wanted me to describe them in detail, which I could easily do. They wouldn't be particularly accurate details, but that didn't worry me. I figured that it might be a good idea to impress these guys enough to put them off trying to get all competitive with me, so I started, "The first attack was when I was standing in the middle of the living room drinking a glass of milk. Don, Junior and Gunner were blocking the door and wouldn't let me out. Wayne, do these guys know who your brothers are, their ages, etc.?"
"Yeah. I told them all that stuff already."
"That makes it easier. Anyway, the three of them charged me - Don and Junior side by side, with Gunner running in behind Junior. Don was the oldest and I guessed probably the best brawler, so I started with him. I poked him in the eyes just hard enough to temporarily blind him and to cause him a great deal of pain. He collapsed..."
"Hang on. How did you poke him?"
I answered by extending my right hand with the first two fingers extended and separated. To make my answer even easier to understand - given that they hadn't understood a concept as simple as "lesbian" - I mock-poked a point of air a few inches ahead of my hand. I even said, "Poke" at the right moment to make it REALLY easy for them.
"What did Don do?"
"He collapsed screaming, covering his eyes with his hands. A bit too late, haha."
"I meant, what did Don do when you moved in to poke him? We want all the details."
"I'm giving you all the details. He was charging at me, with Junior alongside him. I poked him - in the way I showed you - and he collapsed screaming. All he did was lie on the floor screaming, then groaning for quite a while after that."
I knew what their problem was, but I was enjoying pretending not to. Mostly, though, I was simply being uncooperative by making the conversation go slowly. Eventually I could end this crap and go back to the girls.
"What did Don do when you moved to poke him? He must've seen you coming and done something."
"I stepped forward and poked him too fast for him to react. He didn't do anything to stop me."
"But he must have seen you coming."
"Sure he did. But I was too far away for him to do anything when I first started moving, three or four yards I guess. And before he could react, I'd poked him and it was all over. The only movement of his I had to react to was to avoid his falling body landing on me as it went down."
"That's hard to believe..."
"They probably have visiting hours at Don's prison. Go ask him." I'd not long before thought it might be a good idea to mention prison, to make sure these guys remembered some caution, rather than getting all macho on me.
-- That gave them a pause, which I filled by saying, "Wayne, did you tell them about my catching flies?"
"Yeah, but they didn't believe me."
"Why would they think you'd lie about that?"
I'd asked a question I knew had no good answer. I'd done so only to stall a bit, while I thought about doing a speed demonstration. I first thought of doing a LIGHT eyeball poke on one of them, but decided that it'd be better to 'slap' one of them on an ear instead, using NP of course, but pretending to move my hand as if doing so for real. The eyeball poke would be completely safe for my target, as I could control my NP force very accurately. Even if my target leaned forward at the same time, it made no difference. If I used a 0.5 pound push, for example, and he leaned forward, he'd simply push my NP-fingertip away, except for a 0.5 pound differential force. I preferred an ear slap simply because it was less scary for the recipient, and he was less likely to be scared into reacting aggressively. Plus I really shouldn't go on about eyeballs all the time. Eyeball poking is my only special attack, so I shouldn't advertise it.
[To explain my writing, "I could control my NP force very accurately". I could NOT "accurately" choose 0.237 pounds, for example. I didn't mean "accurately" in that sense. When I'm pushing with an NP-fingertip, I visualize how hard I want to push, similar to how you visualize doing the same thing with your real fingers, only I do it better because I've had a lot of very precise practice flying things around. Unless I change that visualization, the force won't change. It's like setting an unmarked dial to a position; unless I move the dial, the force doesn't change. If a certain visualization corresponds to 0.8 pounds, say, then that's how hard the push will be, whether the guy leans forward or leans back (leaning back usually isn't a problem, because NP-points are massless so I can move them forward at an effectively infinite speed, provided I want to follow my target).]
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