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Chapter 21



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 21 of 57
Universe: The Pact
Summary: With Amy providing a feminine conscience, the boys clean up their
act somewhat and employ new recruiting methods -- at a new place.
Content: nosex

Chapter 21

	"Raymond will be here at three o'clock!" Mort related, "and he'll be
bringing his checkbook.  Now, are there really more than one of these?"

	"Yes..." Sharon said carefully.

	"Are they in as good a shape as this one?"

	Sharon turned to Jean, who replied, "Aside from a little fraying of
the power cords, yes."

	"All right.  Raymond will press for two -- which is all I admitted
that you have.  I've told him that he'd better bring two hundred thousand if
he's serious."  Mort settled into a chair and waved the women into two
others.  "That's about fair market -- the auction brought more than was
expected.  If I know Raymond, he'll talk one up with his private buyers and
keep one until after it is sold, then display it.  That's what I would do.
If he works at it, he'll make twenty-five thousand or so that way and still
have a flagship piece to improve his credibility.  Now, you can sell to
Raymond, or you can market the lamps yourself -- and depending upon a number
of factors, you'll get more or less than Raymond will offer.  It's up to you.
I'd love to make an offer, but I don't have that kind of money."

	"Well," Sharon replied, "We'd like to open a shop -- we have other
things that might be worthwhile -- but we might be in a position to offer you
a few things."

	"That would be marvelous!" Mort gushed.  "I warn you, though -- if
you reveal the contents of your little treasure trove to Raymond today, he'll
try his best to loot it.  You may want to minimize the size of your cache.
He'll find out eventually, of course, but he won't blame you for wanting to
hold onto things if you're going into business."  He eyed them.  "Would you
care to present a second lamp?"

	"Excuse us..."  Sharon took Jean outside.  "What do you think?"

	"I can go get the most worn of the four," Jean replied.  "Then we can
see whether that is a worry or not."

	"I'll stay with this one," Sharon declared.  "I trust Mort,
generally, but..."

	"Yes."  Jean headed off.

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	At school, Cindy alerted Mary Vargas to the situation regarding
initiations.

	"They're going to let you play," she said.  "Tonight, after the game.
They said plan to be out all night."

	"Okay."  Mary started planning her presentation to her parents --
which included being with Cindy and Beverly, of course.  Mary might not think
much of the pair, but her parents did -- or her parents thought a lot of
their parents, which came to the same thing.

	Eddie Ray chased down Nicky.  "Hey, how's it hanging, Nicky?"

	Nicky eyed Eddie Ray.  "It's a stub."

	"How come?"

	"Vince isn't talking to me."

	"Yeah, I heard about that.  How horrible is it?  I hear your mom
embarrassed you."

	"Uh huh."

	"I think Vince is too picky.  Your mom probably needs a little every
once in a while, too, don't you think?" Eddie Ray opined.

	"Well, yeah, I guess -- but Vince is..."

	"Very gay -- and pretty intolerant about it, actually.  He needs to
live and let live," Eddie Ray finished.  "So you're not doing anything, I
bet..."

	"No..."

	"Hey, I could come over..."

	"You could?"  This was the best news Nicky had heard all week!

	"Sure!  Your mom doesn't scare me."

	"That'd be cool!  I'll call her!" Nicky enthused.

	"Sure, go ahead.  Then she won't be surprised," Eddie Ray agreed.

	"What if she, well, hits on you?"

	"Would it upset you if I gave her a little?" Eddie Ray asked.

	Nicky frowned, thinking about it.  "I guess not."

	"She's in line behind you, Man," Eddie Ray noted.  "I'm there for you
-- I just won't freak if she gets excited."

	"Okay."

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	"Mama?"

	"Nicky?"

	"Uh huh.  Hey, can I bring somebody home after the game tonight?"

	"Did you make up with that Vince, Dear?" Myra gushed.  "I'm so glad!
I'm sorry I embarrassed him!"

	"No, Vince is still a little freaked," Nicky related sadly, "But
Eddie Ray is a nice guy -- and not as touchy."

	"Oh, okay.  Really?"

	"Yeah, he and Vince hang out sometimes, so he heard about last
weekend.  He basically said that if you showed him your butt, he wouldn't
freak or anything."

	"Oh, my..."  Myra reddened.  "Well, what does he look like?"  'He's
probably just like Nicky,' she thought, figuring that the last person a buff
top like Vince would hang out with would be another muscle guy.

	"Oh, he's got red hair...  he's in football, too, and he wrestles
with Vince, so he's pretty hot..."

	"Really?"

	"Mama, he's coming for ME!"

	"Yes, Dear -- I'll behave myself."  'Sort of...'

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	Terence found himself doing something pretty embarrassing.  "Hey, uh,
Vince..."

	"Yeah?"  Vince looked around -- he couldn't be caught getting cozy
with a black guy...

	"Pa was wondering if you were busy tonight..." Terence muttered
softly, looking around himself.

	"Oh?"  Vince thought about it.  No Nicky, no Eddie Ray...  "Well..."

	"Here's his number," Terence shoved a scrap of paper in Vince's hand.
"This shit is embarrassing enough.  You call him."

	"Yeah, uh, thanks..." Vince said to Terence's retreating back.

	As for the girls, some got asked to the party, and some got told.
Miriam got told, of course -- but she wasn't the only one...

	"Bernice!"

	"Randy?"

	"Climb up front when I come to get the girls."

	Bernice stood there with her mouth open -- but Randy had moved on
already.

	"What was that?" Trish asked.

	"He just..."  Bernice was surprised -- and all set to fume a little.
"What am I?  Furniture?"

	Miriam smiled.  "He's testing you."

	"What?"

	"He's testing you.  If you follow him and rant and rave..."  Miriam
shrugged.  "Trust me, I know Randy.  It's important to him that you know who
is boss -- and if you belittle him..."

	"He'll never forget it," Trish finished.  "I underestimated Randy at
the very first -- and never lived it down.  Bobby and I are a better fit, but
I stuck my foot in my mouth just before I discovered the real Randy -- and we
were done before we started!"

	"I bet he didn't go far..." Miriam mused.

	"Well, good," Bernice said thoughtfully, "I still want to talk with
him."

	"You know what he wants to hear..."

	"Yes, Randy!" Bernice parroted -- and giggled.  "You make it sound
like that's all there is to it!"

	"Everybody treats Randy like he is a kid or an idiot," Miriam
insisted.  "Nobody gives him a break.  Every time he tells someone to do
something, he gets, 'But Randy!' -- or an excuse, or an argument -- or even
ignored.  This was the thing that got us hooked up -- I acknowledged that he
was in charge and I did as I was told!  I trusted him to be right -- and he
was!"  She sighed.  "The problem was that the recognition and support was all
he wanted -- and I wanted more..."

	"How is Frank?" Trish asked.

	"He understands.  I'd like to have more time with him, but we're
ducking his dad, who hates women on general principles.  You would never
understand and you would hate him -- but we understand each other," Miriam
asserted.

	"He looks like he's being a total jerk!" Trish muttered.

	"He works at it," Miriam replied, smiling.  "You just have to know
when..."  She shook her head.  "It's hard to explain.  It's tough love,
squared, maybe."

	Bernice pursed her lips.  "I think I'll go practice my 'Yes, Randy.'
I'll see you guys later."  She set off, head high.

	Randy was at his locker, digging through things.

	"Randy?"

	Randy turned to eye Bernice warily.  'Here it comes.'

	"Can I ride around with you a little earlier?"

	Randy blinked in surprise.  "Uh, no, probably not."  Bernice opened
her mouth, but nothing came out -- 'Why?' came across, anyway.  "The first
run will be Tyrone and Otis and probably Marcel and Rudy and a couple of
others.  I figure you probably don't want to be there."

	Bernice's eyes popped.  "What?"

	"Come see me at lunch and I'll tell you all about it -- how's that?"

	"Okay!"

	"I've got to get to class..."

	Bernice nodded and took off, her mind buzzing.  Tyrone and Otis?

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	About noon, some bleached blonde woman drove a relatively new white
van into the junkyard parking lot, followed by another woman who looked like
she'd spent time somewhere being starved -- and maybe beaten.  They came
right on in and the blonde one did the talking...

	"Ed?"

	"Yeah?"

	"Randy sent us, I guess."

	"Let's see what you got."  Ed came out from around the counter and
let them lead him outside.

	The van was a Chevy -- one of those Astro things.  It was probably
the best for their purposes, but parts would be harder to come by for it than
a raggedy-assed Ford or a Dodge.  Ed had a look inside and grunted.  "That
panel isn't gonna cut it -- you can see the driver through there."

	"We figured something was better than nothing, but, yes, we need
better," the blonde said.

	"I MIGHT have seats for this..."  It had mounts in the floorboards,
at least.  "Another brand would've been easier to fit -- but you'll get more
use out of this.  When do I hafta turn it over?"

	"Eight-thirty?" Candace hazarded a guess.  "That would be the
absolute latest."

	"We did some custom stuff to the seats in the other one," Ed noted.
"What about this one?"

	"I think if we get seats, we'll be happy, initially," Candace
replied.  "I'll pass that on to someone else to figure out for the future."

	"Awright.  It's got A/C?"

	"Seems like it."

	"I'll check -- and make sure you got vents in the back.  It'll be
ready -- I'll do something for seats if I don't have the ones this thing
usually takes."

	"Thank you."  That was the second woman.

	"No problem.  Any idea when Adele is comin'?" Ed asked.

	"Not for sure," Candace replied.  "Early enough to help. I think."

	"I don't expect much.  Help from Adele is more, uh, moral support."

	"An ass to pinch, more like," Candace chuckled.

	"Yeah, that," Ed grinned around his cigar.  "Okay, gimme the keys and
I'll go diggin' for seats.  I'll look at closin' early if I can to get more
time on it."

	"Thank you."  Again, the scrawny woman was all manners.

	"You're welcome."  Ed took the keys from Candace, and Candace and
Abigail got in Abigail's car and headed for the clubhouse.

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	Randy and Bernice were in the old van in the school parking lot.
Randy had waited for Bernice in the lunchroom, collected some food with her,
and led her out to the van.  They were eating in the cab while Randy swept
the lot with his eyes.  "The way I get it, we have two problems -- Tyrone and
Otis -- and you -- and those bitches Cindy and Beverly.  Toby and Amy came up
with some wild plan to off Cindy and Beverly on Tyrone and Otis.  What it's
supposed to do is get Tyrone off you and fix Cindy and Beverly so they'll
never bother anyone again.  Don't ask me how it works, I just drive the van."

	"What are they going to do?"

	"I'm going to truck Tyrone and Otis and whoever they decide to bring
with them out to a new place we have, then I'm going back to pick up Lon and
Sally and Cindy and Beverly.  Cindy and Beverly were bugging Gina about what
she did to get into the group and Gina fed them a bullshit story about how we
made her get blindfolded and naked, then wrote a bunch of shit on her with
markers like 'slut for black cock' and 'cum dumpster' and took some pictures,
then tried to scare her for a while but didn't actually DO anything..."

	"Well, THAT's bullshit..." Bernice mused.

	"Yeah, but it needed to be something they wouldn't worry about if
they knew all about it, you know?" Randy explained.  "It ain't about shit if
you know all about it going in.  So they think they're gonna get over -- all
they have to do is pretend to be scared and it'll all be cool."

	"Except instead of that, they're gonna get ridden like I did up at
the camp..." Bernice mused.

	"Exactly!" Randy grinned.  "We're counting on Tyrone to use whatever
it is he used on you to break 'em, too, and turn 'em into Tyrone and Otis'
sluts..."

	"Oh, Man!" Bernice cackled.  "That is SOOO cold!"

	"We're gonna get it all on video, too -- they won't be able to hold
their heads up if they fuck with us!" Randy grinned.  "We may put it on the
net so everybody can enjoy it!"

	"Seriously, SERIOUSLY cold!  Man, I wouldn't want to be them!"
Bernice erupted.

	"You already were, Babe," Randy noted.  "Everybody will forget all
about you once they see THOSE two, though..."

	"How does this keep Tyrone off my ass?" Bernice asked.

	Randy scratched his head.  "I might be as simple as Toby and Amy
giving Tyrone those two and him agreeing to pass in return -- but I think
they have some insurance somewhere.  You know how Toby is -- he's always got
something...  Maybe you ought to ask Amy."

	"If it goes nowhere, I STILL want to see it!" Bernice declared.

	"Damian and Toby will be watching the video and keeping an eye on
things remotely," Randy replied.  "We can probably sit in..."

	"That would be nice..." Bernice mused.  "What else is going on?"

	"Well, Mary Vargas may get a REAL initiation -- which could get
hairy, I guess, but with Damian out it probably won't get much past rubbing
her nose in things.  I don't know anybody who has a serious urge to piss in
Mary's cornflakes, anyway -- she's basically okay."

	"Piss in her cornflakes?" Bernice snorted a cackle.  "That's a new
one!"

	Randy shrugged, grinning.  "I heard it somewhere.  I think Amy and
Toby have something else cooking -- Terence knows -- I haven't gotten tied up
in it."

	"Okay, so you're right, I guess -- I don't want to mess with Tyrone.
But later..." Bernice eyed him sidelong.

	"Like I said, get in up front when I come for everybody else."

	"Okay."  He STILL hadn't said they were going to hook up -- but he
hadn't said they wouldn't, either.  "We'd better get back."

	"Yeah."

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	"One eighty!" Raymond Poundstone offered.

	"Two-ten!" Sharon countered.

	The second lamp -- as advertised -- had some fraying of the cord.
Raymond wasn't concerned -- a good electrician using wire from the era could
repair it easily -- but it was a chink he had been able to use to drive the
price down a bit.  The women were pretty firm at this point, though.  "One-
eighty-five."

	Sharon confirmed with Jean before countering, "Two-oh-five."

	"Can we cut to the chase?" Raymond asked.  "We're headed for one
ninety-five..."

	Sharon nodded.  "If that's acceptable."

	"Done."  Raymond extended a hand and Sharon shook it, followed by
Jean.

	"Mortimer, can I use your phone to order a wire transfer?"  Raymond
knew he wasn't leaving with anything until the women were paid.

	"Certainly."

	"We'll need to call to get account numbers, first," Sharon told Jean.

	"Oh, okay."  Jean went to her cell phone.  "Candace?"

	"Yes?  Jean?"

	"I need the account and routing numbers for the company bank account
so we can accept a wire transfer..."

	"Hang on, Honey," Candace murmured, digging.  "So the lamps were
worth something?"

	"Quite a bit!" Jean agreed.  "You'll be surprised!  We won't have a
mortgage payment!"

	"Holy shit!  Okay, here we go..."  She rattled off the numbers.  "Oh,
it says here that banks use a different number for wires.  Thank God Toby
tracks these things.  The wire number is..."  She rattled it off.

	"Okay, I'll call back to gossip when it's all settled," Jean
promised.

	The women passed the numbers to Raymond, who passed them to his
secretary in New York, and thirty minutes later, Jean called Candace.  "Can
you call the bank and see if they took the transfer?"

	"Sure.  I'll call back."  Candace hung up and called the bank.  "Have
you taken in a wire transfer to our account?" she asked.

	"Yes, Ma'am," the teller was properly respectful.  "One hundred
ninety-five thousand from a bank in New York just processed."

	"Thank you very much..."  Candace hung up and then stared at the
phone, shaking.  "Holy shit!"  She called Jean.  "Holy shit!  A hundred
ninety-five thousand!"

	"That's the number!" Jean cackled.  "I'll call you on the way home."

	"Okay!"

	Meanwhile, Raymond was busy probing Sharon.  "So, how large is this
treasure trove?"

	"I'd hardly call it that," Sharon replied.  "The lamps were probably
the only items worth much..."  Sharon really didn't know, so it was easy to
downplay things.  "Anything else will probably only be of value locally.
Most of it is probably junk -- you know how it is.  I used to have a shop, so
I can usually recognize value -- and they are the only things I've seen."

	Raymond nodded.  Lightning seldom struck twice -- and it already had,
here.  Besides, if Sharon was going to start another shop, she was right to
play things close to her chest.

	"We're all set.  Thank you very much, Sir!" Jean announced, moving
forward to shake Raymond's hand.

	"Please accept my card, in case you find something else that you
would prefer to vend via my shop," Raymond said smoothly, offering two.
"Mortimer, if I may borrow some of your packing materials?"

	"Certainly," Mort replied.  "Help yourself.  I'll just see the ladies
out..."  Outside, he said, "You did well.  You could have gotten a bit more
from him, but he needs his margin, too."

	Jean whispered to Sharon, who nodded.  "I'm thinking we owe you,
Mort.  Would five thousand for facilitating the transaction be acceptable?"

	"Very much so!" Mort replied, thinking, 'What a wonderful afternoon
this has been!'  "I'll be very happy to assist you in setting up your
business -- don't hesitate to call!"  He passed his cards, too, and the women
departed.  On his return, Raymond looked up from his packing to ask just one
question:  "Is there more?"

	"I'm pretty certain."

	"Keep an eye on them for me, Mortimer.  And as soon as I get back,
I'll be sure to send you a finder's fee for your inestimable assistance in
this transaction.  Five thousand?"

	"That's a good number..." Mort said, poker-faced.  'What a deal!  Two
months' worth of profit in an afternoon!'  He helped Raymond carry the lamps
to his rental car, then went back into his shop and opened a bottle of cognac
to celebrate.

                       ----------------------------------

	Adele left work at five sharp, went home, cleaned up and changed
clothes, and headed back out to the junkyard.  Ed was working on the van when
she arrived.

	"If you were hopin' to get all dirty, forget it," Ed declared,
grinning, "I had the seats and the van had the mount brackets.  I just added
some metal to the panel between the front seats and the back and made sure
the A/C outlets in the back were okay.  If the boys want an intercom, they'll
have to hook it up."

	"I'll call and have them pick it up, then," Adele said.

	"Then what?"

	"Then we go to my place.  It's a waste of time sending Brie off, so
we'll just put up with her.  Alyssa and Randy are out all night, probably."

	"That sounds pretty damned good," Ed rumbled.  "Wanna get a bite
somewhere?"

	"If you want.  You realize that you're supposed to take the price of
the seats and stuff out of me, right?"

	"Yah, well, I dunno if I want to get us all tied up in the barter
thing..."

	Adele smiled.  "That's sweet of you.  It's an excuse, then, not a
reason.  That way, I don't have to go the party..."

	"Yeah, that works," Ed grinned.  "Know any good places?  I'm sick of
diner food.  That roast you did..."  He licked his lips.  "You have no
idea..."

	"Well, Italian?  Or fish?"

	"Italian, maybe."

	"I know a place.  Let's get this thing out of here..."  Adele called
Candace, and she and Abigail picked up the van

	"Bill us," Candace told Ed, "We've got money.  But have fun, anyway."

	"I intend to!" Ed grinned.  Candace got back in her car and Abigail
took over the van. .  She didn't know it, but Abigail was going to be stuck
with the thing...

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	At school, things started spinning up for the game with the Millis
High Falcons.  The Falcons were known for the size of their line, and they
rolled over enough of their opponents regularly enough to take the
championship every second or third year.  They had a particularly ugly blitz
-- and you had to get past it to score, because they were like a brick wall
on the ground if they read a running play.  Misdirection would be key, and
Martin expected Damian to put most of the points on the scoreboard -- but if
they could use Ray and Ben to keep the Falcons looking at the ground, it
would keep the blitz off.

	Tad took the field first as quarterback -- and the Falcons gave him a
hard time.  The ground game made virtually nothing, so Tad went to the air on
third down -- which was too predictable and brought a serious blitz.  But
Clint caught Tad's wobbly pass and made it fourth and one.  Martin called a
pass, rather than sending Chris in; Tad ended up throwing a lateral to Mark
rather than hitting Clint or Damian, who were both covered, and Mark managed
to get just over the line for a first down.

	Tad set up to pass, but the Falcons read it and rushed in to blitz --
and Tad lateraled to Mark again as if the move was in the playbook.  The
Falcon line, expecting a pass, had all of the receivers covered downfield and
their line trying to run over Tad, so Mark made a SECOND first down operating
through the gaping holes all that activity opened in the Falcons' defensive
line.  That made the Falcons thoughtful.

	Martin had them switch quarterbacks -- but made Damian go to Ben.
The Falcons -- who had heard of Damian -- blitzed, and Ben found a five-yard
hole while they chased Damian all over the backfield.  The practice under
pressure at JFK was bearing fruit...

	On the next play, the Falcons rocked back, expecting one of Damian's
signature long bombs -- and Damian hit Clint on the sidelines with a short
slant and Clint danced to another first down.  The Millis coach, foaming at
the mouth, ordered the defense to firm up the line -- and Damian danced back
on the next play, set up, and hit Tad twenty yards downfield as if the ball
was Tad's yo-yo and he had just been holding it waiting for Tad to snap his
wrist and reel it in.

	The next play was one Martin had come up with to breed confusion --
it took a while to develop and looked like a pass, and the Falcon defense had
stopped tackling and was looking downfield when Ray burst through the line,
carrying, and gaining five yards.  The Eagles set up quickly and Damian fired
a bullet at Clint well ahead of the Falcons' half-hearted blitz and the goal
line was in reach.

	Ultimately, the Falcon defense just couldn't handle a team executing
on all cylinders -- and the Eagle offense kept them on the field long enough
to stay tired while the Eagle defense made a brick wall that stopped the
Falcon ground game.  Once they'd proved they could move the ball on the
ground, the Eagles pulled the Falcons' beaks and Tad and Damian did whatever
made sense.  There were a couple of sacks -- Tad and Damian took one apiece
-- but ground plays lightened the pressure of the blitz.  The teams pummeled
one another and the Falcons got on the board twice-- but the Eagles did it
three times plus a field goal and went home victorious, 24 - 14.

	The Eagles won, but the Falcons made them pay for it, physically, so
they were tired and hurting when they boarded the bus for home.

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	Randy and Lon made their first pickup of the evening at about eight-
thirty.  Lon did the texting to get Tyrone and Otis and his guests into
place, and Randy parked the van out on the edge of the parking lot.  Tyrone
and Otis brought Marcel and Rudy and two other close friends; Otis herded
them into the van as if he was running things.  Randy drove around for a good
ten minutes longer than it actually took to get to the barn, then backed up
to the small door inset in one of the big sliders.  "Everybody out!" Lon
directed, using a voice distorter.  "Go inside and find yourself a place to
park.  There is a sound system on the left, so you can hook up some jams
while you wait.  I'll be around, but you shouldn't see me -- just text if you
need anything."  Belatedly, he thought of refreshments -- but no one was
complaining, yet.  Lon went around to the tack room entrance, where there
were some video controls set up that allowed local access to the same stuff
Toby could run from the clubhouse -- which meant that he could see what
everyone was doing.  He got on his cell to Candace, "Mama?  Hey, can we
shuttle some snacks and drinks over here?  Nothing fancy -- just something to
keep the guys waiting busy and quiet."

	"I'll have Jiang Yi put something together and Abby deliver it.  Ten
minutes," Candace responded.

	"Thanks."

	Meanwhile, Randy headed back to school, picking up Sally in the
parking lot.  The team bus was just pulling up...

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	Toby had delegated one activity to Gina on the bus on the way back.
As they began to approach the school, Gina leaned forward and touched Mary
Vargas on the shoulder.  "We need to talk."

	Mary eyed her, "Okay."

	"You're not going with Cindy and Beverly tonight.  Hang back and
we'll explain why..."

	"What do I tell them?"

	"Tell them you're in the second load.  That will be the truth..."

	"Gina..."

	"Trust me."

	Meanwhile, Cindy got a text message with her instructions in it.
'When the white van pulls in, get in the back.  Undress.  There are hoods in
the back -- put them on.  We can only transport two of you at a time -- Mary
will follow.  Understood?'

	'Why do we have to undress?' Cindy texted back.

	'If you don't want to go, we will take Mary.  It is your call.'  Toby
hovered over the pair, mentally, watching to see if they were going to
chicken out.

	"They must want us ready for the markers," Beverly whispered.  "You
got us this far..."

	'We will do it.' Cindy answered, her fingers flying over the phone
keypad.

	'Follow instructions,' came back.  'Once in the van, you are
committed.  There is no going back.  Understand?'

	'Yes.'  Cindy answered.  "It's a good thing we know what they're
going to do," she muttered, "Otherwise, this would be pretty scary."

	"It's pretty scary NOW!" Beverly retorted.  "Let's get changed."

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	In the barn, Lon had moved communication from text messaging to
localized IM via a laptop in the main area.  'We just put some snacks outside
the door,' he put up on the screen.  'There is a big heater over on the right
side.  There are also two air mattresses.  Go ahead and get the heat running
and blow up the mattresses so everyone is comfortable.  The bitches will
arrive naked.'

	Tyrone eyed this and nodded to Otis, who passed instructions.  Marcel
and Rudy started on the air mattresses and Slick Martin went to look at the
heater.  Frog Harris got the snacks.

	"This is pretty slick," Marcel noted.  "So what's goin' on?"

	"Cooperative deal," Otis replied.  "We are handlin' a couple of
bitches for some dudes.  They're fixin' it so we have everything we need and
we're fixin' their problem for them.  Do you care as long as you can stick
your dick in something?"

	Marcel thought about it.  "Nah."

	'Want to make a video?' appeared on the screen.  'There is a monitor
under the tarp at the back -- and a camera hooked to that.  You can make a
party movie.  Keep your faces out of it...  There are masks there, too.'

	"Rudy!"  Otis pointed.  Rudy uncovered a sixty inch monitor and a
camera.  He turned on the monitor and the camera and swept the room with the
camera -- and the monitor displayed the results.  "Sweeeet!" Otis grunted.

	'There are some toys and things under the table on a tray.  Maybe you
want to mess with their heads for a while...'

	'Like how?' Tyrone typed.

	That led to an extended conversation...

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	The cheerleaders were cleaning up in the girls' lockers.  "I've been
told to wait," Mary volunteered.

	"We know," Beverly replied shortly.  "Let's not talk about it."

	"Okay."

	Cindy and Beverly, clearly in a rush, headed out.  Mary gravitated to
Gina.  "Now?"

	"Let's go outside."

	Outside, Gina led Mary directly to Amy and Toby.  Waving to Amy, she
passed the baton, "Talk to Amy."

	"What's going on?" Mary asked.

	"Cindy and Beverly are going to AN initiation," Amy related, "but it
isn't THE initiation.  They're blackballed, although after tonight we might
take pity on them once in a while."

	Gina interjected, "The initiation I told them I went through, well,
isn't even close to what really happened.  We fed them bullshit so we could
set them up."

	"Okaaaay..."  Mary eyed them nervously.

	"You, on the other hand, have friends in the group," Amy went on.
"We intend to offer you a REAL chance to join, if you think you can follow
the rules."

	"I guess I need to know the rules," Mary muttered.

	"We need a solemn promise that you'll never talk to anyone outside
the club about all this," Amy insisted, "even if you decide not to play."

	"Okay, you have it."  Mary meant it -- but Toby inhibited her,
anyway.

	"We'll explain on the way, then," Amy advised her.  "Come with us."
The four of them headed for Toby's car.  Toby was masking himself, so Mary
was blissfully ignorant of the fact that he was even there...  Toby waved at
Wanda, sitting with Kelly in Kelly's car, and Wanda waved back.

	"Put on your blindfold, Sis," Wanda told Kelly.  "You're not supposed
to know where we're going."

	"Yeah, okay."  Kelly was nervous, but living in anticipation...

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