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Date: Tue, 8 Jan 2002 13:33:45 -0800 (PST)
From: James Truett <savannahkid2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Two tales of summer, Part 10 (f/t/t+, Auth)

Clay's tale:

I was in furious after talking to Beth.  Even though
she was only a year younger, I could not let James
take her down the road I was going.  I was not forced
or tricked to do these things. And I could leave at
anytime. I saw James parents on the beach.  I told
them my mother wanted us home this afternoon.  I also
told them that my grandfather was not doing well.  I
explained that I had called them and they would pick
us up at four.

I walked down the beach looking for James.  I spotted
him with a group of other kids.  I walked up to him
and said, "James we need to talk."  He looked at me
and said, "That's `Sir' to you.  I said its `Shit' to
me.  I said we need to talk."  He walked away with me.

"My parents are on there way.  Beth and I are going
home with them.  Beth told me about your plan to use
her all summer.  Yes, I arranged for her to come up
here.  There was never anything said about the
pregnant thing.  I can't let you ruin her life.  If I
find out that you have talked to her or tried to get
her to go out with you again I will spill the beans."

He sneered at me and said, "For someone that has
sucked my cock you seem pretty brave.  You want
everyone to find out about you."  I smiled at him, "I
have already thought of that.  I told Erik before I
came down here that I planned to tell everyone that he
and I had a queer fling at the beach and that we blew
each other.  He went nuts and begged me not to tell
that story.  I compromised with Erik and he and Joe
will now back my story that you and I had the gay
fling.   You see I like playing the slave part but I
will not let my sister get into this any further."

Thanks for you input: The stories I write are for the
imagination.  Not to be copied or believed. `I need to
experience the things the Kid does without taking his
risks and I needed a release in my life.  I still need
that Savannah Kid, better known as my imagination, to
help me through each day.'"