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Sappers Submerged

written by Dep  on 19.02. at 04:48:43
>>>Keith lay there on the stack of cardboard, gasping and twitching, only dimly aware of his attackers dressing and laughing around him. Through the blissful haze of the afterglow, he heard the girl in burgundy tights say "No, take the rest. When will we get a chance this good?" Another girl said, "True enough!">>>Suddenly one of the girls' faces filled his field of vision. He could see brown, almond-shaped eyes under her mask, could smell bubblegum on her breath. "We'll send you a set." >>>Keith was still coming down from orbit, and he couldn't make heads or tails of what she was saying. He was beginning to stop wondering about that and starting to worry about where his pants were when he noticed the four girls (four?), now dressed in skirts and sweatpants, blowing him a kiss and tip-toeing out the exit.>>>Keith spent a giddy, anxious week, unable to concentrate, looking at every girl on campus who might be one of his sappers (as he now called them-to himself.) Was it Aviva, the petite jewish girl from the dance classes? She smiles at him when she sees him, and she wears tights a lot...or was it Cathy, the voluptuous girl in his theater history class? She had a boyfriend, but back in her hometown. He once overheard her and a friend dishing about the guys in the ballet class, and Keith tried to sign up the next day (it was no-go. The teacher said he'd have to wait until next semester.) He was in a daze, and everyone he knew was asking him if he was in love with someone. He said "yes," and meant it, but offered no further details, save for one drunken reference to Stockholm Syndrome during a friday-night party.>>>And then one evening there was a note on his door telling him that Kelly, the Resident Assistant had a package for him in her room. Keith knocked on her door, and she answered, in a large pink sweatshirt (with one shoulder bare,) and matching tights. Keith's head began to spin, but stopped abruptly when Kelly simply said: "Hey, Keith. UPS left this box for you. Weird, he said he picked it up somewhere else on campus yesterday, couldn't figure out why they went to the trouble, y'know?">>>Keith shrugged, took the box, said "Thanks," and Kelly smiled oddly, said "OK, Bye!" shut the door. Then something occurred to him. He knocked again.>>>"Oh, hi again, Keith. What's up?" There was the sound of a girl laughing behind her.>>>"Why did the UPS guy remember this package from his route yesterday, today?">>>"Guess you didn't read the label, huh?">>>Keith looked down. "That's my address.">>>"The RETURN address, Keith-O. Gotta go, bye again." She shut the door, and the laughing started anew.>>>Keith looked down again. The package was apparently sent to him courtesy of the good people at the "Future Gang Rape Victim's Association." A large orange sticker of the box read "WELCOME! NEW MEMBER!"

to be continued


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