Randy had just finished selling her last paper to a
flustered looking man who had only stopped because Randy had come up with
some story about a man being killed by a shark. In reality the story was
about a goldfish that was now at the weight of seven pounds and was
"astonishing", but Randy thought the story needed a little spice.
She was heading towards the distribution center, thinking she might sell a few more papers when her arm was grabbed from behind. She spun around, her fists up, ready to fight, but saw only Spot Conlon.
"Yeash, Conlon, don't ever grab me from behind like that again." she said to him, aggravated.
"Sorry, I just had to see you." he replied.
"What about?" asked Randy
"About this." said Spot as he grabbed Randy and pulled her close to him, then lowered his mouth to hers in a kiss. Not just a sweet, light kiss either. It was a full blown, aggressive, passionate kiss.
Randy was shocked, but then she slipped her arms around Spot's neck and opened her mouth to let Spot in. They explored each other's mouth and Spot put his hands around Randy's waist and her head. Randy let out a moan as she ran her hand absent mindedly through spot hair, and he slipped his hand up her shirt to caress her back...
~~Randy awoke with a start. Her blankets were twisted around her, her hair in a mess, and the musty smell of the bunk room enveloping her. She looked around with a look of fright and confusion on her face. It had all been a dream, but why was she dreaming of Spot Conlon. No, not just "dreaming" of Spot Conlon, dreaming of being with Spot Conlon, dreaming of kissing him, and dreaming of enjoying it.
She was disgusted with herself. How could she dream of this? She HATED Spot Conlon. She was just so confused. /Oh no./ she thought. /How am I going to face him? It will be so awkward. What if I have this dream again? I can't take this./ She quickly got up and took a shower. The cool water helped to clear her mind. She just was going to have to refuse to think about him. Pretty soon, I'll forget about it. Even though in her heart she knew she wouldn't.
Randy sold papes half heartedly that day, though her skill made it possible for her to still sell all of her papers. After she was done, Jack caught up with her.
"Hey Randy, the guys are all going over to Brooklyn to play poker tonight. Wanna' come?" he asked.
"In Brooklyn? No way. I'll just stay at the house tonight."
"Oh, come on Randy. Please, you, well, you just have to come." said Jack.
"I don't have to do anything, cowboy. Now just leave me alone." she replied, a little frustrated.
"Please Randy. Look, Spot asked me to invite you here tonight himself. He wants you to come. He'll never forgive me if I don't bring you." pleaded Jack.
"Spot wants me to come, that's a sure fire way to get me to go." said randy, smirking. "Look, I'll go, as long as I can just sit in the corner. I don't want to talk to him, ok?"
"Fine, just as long as your coming." said jack with a triumphant smile.
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"I win again, boys. Looks like you just can't beat the king." said a smug looking Spot Conlon.
Oh, I could beat him, thought Randy knowingly. If I wanted to stoop so low as to play with him.
The boys were talking and laughing with one another, taking a break from poker when Spot noticed Randy sitting in the corner, thinking to herself. He made his way towards her.
"Awww, wassa' madder Randy, fwaid da big bad boys will whup you at poker." teased Spot.
"Shut your trap, moron." said Randy. "Now." with warning in her eyes. Some of the boys whistled, they had never heard anyone talk to Spot Conlon like that.
Spot was about to swing at her, but he knew that she would be ready for that and that it really never worked with her anyway. But then he knew exactly what to do. Suddenly, he grabbed Randy and kissed her hard on the mouth. He wrapped one arm around her waist and the other around her neck, pulling her closer to him. When he finally released her he saw Randy's eyes fill with tears, and she quickly ran out of the house.
"What did you think you were doing, Conlon?!?!' yelled Jack, and a few yells from the other Manhattan boy were shouted too.
"I-I didn't mean to make her cry." muttered Spot, a strange look on his face.
"Well you did, didn't you?" yelled Race, and he lunged for Spot but was held back by Jack.
"No, Race." he said, looking intensely at Spot. "It was a stupid thing to do, but Spot didn't mean to hurt her. So just let it go." he said, then he motioned for the rest of the boys to follow him as they headed towards the Manhattan lodging house.
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Jack motioned for the other boys to head to the lodging house while he headed towards the Brooklyn Bridge. Somehow he knew Randy would be there. Sure enough, there she was, leaning against the bridge staring at the water. he slowly walked over to her.
"He's really sorry, Randy, I could see it in his eyes." he said, trying to comfort her.
"I don't care!" she sobbed. "I never want to see him again! How could he do that to me? What did I do to him? What in the world was I supposed to do."
"I know, Randy." said Jack.
"Just promise me Jack, promise me that no matter how much he begs you to see me, don't let him see me. Please, I don't want to look at him" she said, looking seriously and solemnly at Jack.
Jack nodded, knowing that it was something he would have to do for her.
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She was heading towards the distribution center, thinking she might sell a few more papers when her arm was grabbed from behind. She spun around, her fists up, ready to fight, but saw only Spot Conlon.
"Yeash, Conlon, don't ever grab me from behind like that again." she said to him, aggravated.
"Sorry, I just had to see you." he replied.
"What about?" asked Randy
"About this." said Spot as he grabbed Randy and pulled her close to him, then lowered his mouth to hers in a kiss. Not just a sweet, light kiss either. It was a full blown, aggressive, passionate kiss.
Randy was shocked, but then she slipped her arms around Spot's neck and opened her mouth to let Spot in. They explored each other's mouth and Spot put his hands around Randy's waist and her head. Randy let out a moan as she ran her hand absent mindedly through spot hair, and he slipped his hand up her shirt to caress her back...
~~Randy awoke with a start. Her blankets were twisted around her, her hair in a mess, and the musty smell of the bunk room enveloping her. She looked around with a look of fright and confusion on her face. It had all been a dream, but why was she dreaming of Spot Conlon. No, not just "dreaming" of Spot Conlon, dreaming of being with Spot Conlon, dreaming of kissing him, and dreaming of enjoying it.
She was disgusted with herself. How could she dream of this? She HATED Spot Conlon. She was just so confused. /Oh no./ she thought. /How am I going to face him? It will be so awkward. What if I have this dream again? I can't take this./ She quickly got up and took a shower. The cool water helped to clear her mind. She just was going to have to refuse to think about him. Pretty soon, I'll forget about it. Even though in her heart she knew she wouldn't.
Randy sold papes half heartedly that day, though her skill made it possible for her to still sell all of her papers. After she was done, Jack caught up with her.
"Hey Randy, the guys are all going over to Brooklyn to play poker tonight. Wanna' come?" he asked.
"In Brooklyn? No way. I'll just stay at the house tonight."
"Oh, come on Randy. Please, you, well, you just have to come." said Jack.
"I don't have to do anything, cowboy. Now just leave me alone." she replied, a little frustrated.
"Please Randy. Look, Spot asked me to invite you here tonight himself. He wants you to come. He'll never forgive me if I don't bring you." pleaded Jack.
"Spot wants me to come, that's a sure fire way to get me to go." said randy, smirking. "Look, I'll go, as long as I can just sit in the corner. I don't want to talk to him, ok?"
"Fine, just as long as your coming." said jack with a triumphant smile.
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"I win again, boys. Looks like you just can't beat the king." said a smug looking Spot Conlon.
Oh, I could beat him, thought Randy knowingly. If I wanted to stoop so low as to play with him.
The boys were talking and laughing with one another, taking a break from poker when Spot noticed Randy sitting in the corner, thinking to herself. He made his way towards her.
"Awww, wassa' madder Randy, fwaid da big bad boys will whup you at poker." teased Spot.
"Shut your trap, moron." said Randy. "Now." with warning in her eyes. Some of the boys whistled, they had never heard anyone talk to Spot Conlon like that.
Spot was about to swing at her, but he knew that she would be ready for that and that it really never worked with her anyway. But then he knew exactly what to do. Suddenly, he grabbed Randy and kissed her hard on the mouth. He wrapped one arm around her waist and the other around her neck, pulling her closer to him. When he finally released her he saw Randy's eyes fill with tears, and she quickly ran out of the house.
"What did you think you were doing, Conlon?!?!' yelled Jack, and a few yells from the other Manhattan boy were shouted too.
"I-I didn't mean to make her cry." muttered Spot, a strange look on his face.
"Well you did, didn't you?" yelled Race, and he lunged for Spot but was held back by Jack.
"No, Race." he said, looking intensely at Spot. "It was a stupid thing to do, but Spot didn't mean to hurt her. So just let it go." he said, then he motioned for the rest of the boys to follow him as they headed towards the Manhattan lodging house.
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Jack motioned for the other boys to head to the lodging house while he headed towards the Brooklyn Bridge. Somehow he knew Randy would be there. Sure enough, there she was, leaning against the bridge staring at the water. he slowly walked over to her.
"He's really sorry, Randy, I could see it in his eyes." he said, trying to comfort her.
"I don't care!" she sobbed. "I never want to see him again! How could he do that to me? What did I do to him? What in the world was I supposed to do."
"I know, Randy." said Jack.
"Just promise me Jack, promise me that no matter how much he begs you to see me, don't let him see me. Please, I don't want to look at him" she said, looking seriously and solemnly at Jack.
Jack nodded, knowing that it was something he would have to do for her.
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