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"Once More With Feelings"
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A new story by Night Hawk
(C) 2004/2005 by Night Hawk

Chapter 26: "A" Cup?
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"I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt."

I woke slowly, feeling something was wrong.  Wendy was still fast asleep 
with my arm around her, her legs across mine and her head in the crook of my 
shoulder.  I looked down at her peaceful face and listened to the little 
whistle of her gentle breathing, feeling my sure love for her crash over me 
once more.  Then I glanced at the clock.

Shit!  It was after 10:30!  Shit!  Shit!  We'd slept right through Mass!

I shook Wendy.  "Wake up, Love!  We're late!"

She just went "Ummm," and wriggled her head into a more comfortable 
position.

"Wendy!  Wake UP!"

She opened an eye and looked up at me.  "What?"

"It's 10:30!  We've missed Mass!"

"So?  If they wanted us, they would have come got us," she replied sleepily 
and wriggled her head again.

I giggled.  She was absolutely right, of course.  Then my stomach growled, 
and I giggled again.

"Stop it," she moaned, "I'm trying to sleep."

"Come on, Lover," I urged as I hauled her upright. "I want some breakfast, 
and I have to pee."

"Oh, all right," she grumped, sliding her legs off me to the floor.  "Oooh!" 
she said as she stood.

"What's wrong, Love?"

"I'm a bit stiff," she replied.

I added my own 'Ohh!' as I climbed out of our comfy chair and stretched my 
arms above my head.  "Me too, but we played three good games yesterday!"  I 
giggled.  "Well, maybe two and a half!" I said as I remember the game 
against Oakridge.

Wendy giggled too then she was dashing to the bathroom while I followed.  Of 
course, she was sitting on the toilet when I got there, and the sound of her 
pee splashing into the water reminded me how bad I needed to go.  "Hurry up, 
I have to go!" I said, doing a little cross-legged dance.

Wendy laughed out loud.  "You look so funny with your hair all gold still!" 
she explained.

"Well, if you don't hurry up, I'll pee on you," I threatened with a grin. 
She squeaked and grabbed at the toilet paper, dried herself and leaped up to 
allow me to plop down and let my stream go.

"My butt's sore too," she told me turning to show me as she rubbed it.

I reached to pat her cute behind, saying, "Yeah, probably because we didn't 
do any warm-down exercises last night."  I saw her look at me strangely as 
my thoughts continued, 'Yeah, probably should start some strength training 
as well.'  "What?" I asked her.

"What's a warm-down exercise?" she asked curiously.

"Ah, when you do heavy exercise, you get lactic acid buildup in your 
muscles.  Warm-down exercises are gentle to help get rid of the lactic acid, 
and that way you're not as stiff the next day."

She stood there thinking for a moment as I finished up on the toilet.

"Why didn't we already do them?"

I shrugged.  "Dunno.  I s'pose because we never really did enough to make us 
stiff the next day and I never thought of it.  We'll do some next Saturday 
after the games."  I grinned.

"Oh God!" she wailed.  "We've got to do it all again next week!" then she 
suddenly changed tack.  "I know that look," Wendy said accusingly.  "You 
just thought of something nasty!"

"Yeah, but that's for next year's team.  Come on, I'm hungry, I'll tell you 
later.  I wonder if anyone else is up?"

Wendy grabbed our housecoats and said, "Let's find out."

I was tying the sash as I followed Wendy into the hall, only to bump into 
her as she stopped dead in front of me.  Over her shoulder, of all things, I 
saw Julie in her nurse's uniform sitting at a desk which had been placed 
with a couple of chairs in the foyer at the top of the stairs, looking for 
all the world like a doctor's waiting room.

"I should have known you two would be first up this morning," she said, 
smiling.

"The first ones?" I asked incredulously as we approached.  "God, Julie, it's 
nearly 11:00!  What are you doing here?"

"Well, after you lot went to bed last night," she said, motioning me to take 
a seat, "some parents, teachers and a certain sports writer expressed 
concerns about your health, so Sister Elizabeth Ann and Sister Gabe agreed 
that a thorough checkup was in order."

As she wrapped the cuff for the sphygmomanometer around my arm, she went on, 
"And Jim suggested a voluntary blood screen as well, just in case there's 
any trouble later."

"God, Julie!" I exploded.  "This isn't the Olympics!  It's a high school 
competition!"

"I know, honey," she said sympathetically, touching my face.  "But Jim's 
been telling us stories about some truly nasty people out there, and he 
asked us if we could make sure we could shoot them down in flames right from 
the start if they try anything.  Anyway, the blood test is really for anemia 
and electrolyte balance, as well as some other things."

"Damned if I'll be doing professional sports," I muttered, making her smile 
as she unwrapped a new syringe and prepared my arm to take the sample, then 
I had to turn my head away.  I had never in either life been able to watch a 
needle going into me.  I looked at Wendy, saying, "Come here, Honey."  She 
moved from her chair to stand beside me and looking up at her, I said, "Kiss 
me!"

"But I haven't brushed my teeth!" she said worriedly.

"Don't care.  Kiss me!"  She lowered her lips to mine in a sweet gentle kiss 
which went on for the longest time.  I felt my arm jerk from the prick of 
the needle, but it didn't matter as I lost myself in the glorious sensations 
of her kiss.

"Okay, you two!  You can stop now!"  Julie's voice finally broke through the 
clouds, and we turned to look at her.  "I'm finished!  And you're making me 
jealous!"  She taped a ball of cotton wool over the puncture mark then 
labeled the sample, muttering "Could at least get a room."

We laughed.  "It's a great way to distract the stickee, if you can get it!" 
I said.  "I'll have to tell the girls!"

She put on a dismayed face.  "Oh, no!  You little minx!  You would, wouldn't 
you!  Anyway, move your butt so I can check Wendy."

When Julie took her blood sample, I returned her kiss with interest.  When I 
took my lips from hers, she looked up at me dreamily.  "Is she finished?"  I 
nodded.  Wendy turned to Julie.  'Do you want another one?" she asked 
hopefully.

Julie burst into laughter.  "Go on with you, girl!  You two had better go 
get something to eat.  Now listen, this wing is off-limits to all but the 
residents, and the gym is for the team only.  One of the change rooms has 
been set up for the doctor who'll be doing your physicals."

Wendy didn't look too thrilled, but Julie went on "His name is Dr. Gary 
Parker, and he's Mr. Denure's personal physician.  I've heard of him, and he 
has a name, and a bit of a reputation, for being good with young girls."

I laughed.  "Does Sister Elizabeth know about his reputation?"

Julie smiled.  "I doubt it.  It's a pretty tight secret in the medical 
community.  Doctors don't tell on other doctors.  They all have their little 
quirks they'd prefer didn't become public knowledge."

This still didn't remove Wendy's pout, as Julie continued "and Linda will be 
with you when he examines you.  Look at it this way, Honey, you could have 
ended up with an intern or some semi-retired army doctor.  Mr. Denure cares 
about you enough to get his own doctor out here on a Sunday, and besides, I 
heard he's been looking after Annette since she was born."

"Oh, and one last thing," she grinned.  "Last night, Mr. Denure got Western 
Football's big hydrotherapy tub ripped out and installed in the gym shower 
room!  Patti, you remember the tub at the hospital?"

I nodded, stunned.

"This one's like that, only bigger!  Soon those sore muscles will be just a 
dream!"

I nodded excitedly, remembering the wonderful sensations I got that long-ago 
night when I was recovering in the hospital.  But I also had some idea of 
the organization required to make such a thing happen, with plumbing and 
electrical, even just transporting it from Western to here, and gained a new 
appreciation of just how influential Mr. Denure was in this city.

She lowered her voice.  "And he said that if there was a continuing need for 
it, he would consider donating a new one in memory of his wife!"

Wendy and I looked at one another, knowing exactly what she meant.  We would 
have to work hard for the school to deserve such a wonderful gift.

"Right," said Julie briskly.  "Last thing is this," as she handed me a 
bottle of shampoo.  'Patrick dropped these off this morning.  He said you'd 
probably need it to get the goop out of your hair, so have a shower, then 
Dr. Parker will look at you, and then you can relax in the hydrotherapy 
 tub."

We ducked back into our room to grab clean panties, then, with shampoo in 
one hand and Wendy's hand in the other, I made my way to Annette and Mandy's 
room and knocked loudly on their door.

Silence.

I beat on the door again, but harder.

"What!?" came an anguished cry from within.

I opened the door to see two faces in one bed staring fuzzily at me.

"Julie needs to see you immediately!  Out here!"  I used what I imagined as 
a 'command' voice, and it was amazing to see how fast they bounced out of 
bed.

I grabbed Annette to whisper in her ear.  "She'll want a blood sample.  Kiss 
Mandy while she's doing it.  Pass it on.  It will drive Julie crazy!"

Annette pulled back to look at me with a truly nasty grin on her face, and I 
knew Julie was in for a really frustrating morning.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

I was amazed at the change in the gym, four tables set up with fresh cut 
fruit, pitchers of water, OJ, and milk, as well as pots of tea.

Wendy and I each had two glasses of OJ and then took our soap and shampoo 
into the shower.  We shucked our housecoats in the change room, walked into 
the shower, and turned the water on hot!  Cold water might have helped us 
wake up faster, but I didn't want our muscles to convulse or lock up.

We stood under the steaming water and Wendy started to laugh.

"Your hair, Pete.  It's still standing on end!"

"And you think that because yours is slicked back that we won't have to take 
a chisel to it?" I said grinning back at her.

We took the bottle of shampoo and literally poured it on our heads, gently 
pushing it around hoping to feel it soften.

Laughter sounded from the doorway and we turned rubbing the shampoo from our 
eyes.

"If I look as bad as you," said Annette, "I'm just going to crawl back into 
bed!"

Mandy gave her a push towards the showers.  "Not with those spikes on your 
head, you're not!  You damn near poked my eye out last night!"

We laughed as we poured the shampoo on their heads.  "We'll leave it to you 
to get it soaking," said Wendy.  "I think my hair is starting to soften."

I felt my tufts, and they were indeed starting to soften up.  I figured to 
let it soak a bit longer so I started washing Wendy down, and she started to 
feel me up with soapy hands!

"So," I said to Annette, "who's this Dr. Parker I'm going to be exposing my 
nubile 14 year old body to?"

Annette laughed and said that Dr. Parker would probably enjoy giving me an 
exam.  But he would enjoy examining Wendy and Mandy even more because of 
their boobs.  "He's pretty nice for a dirty old man," she giggled.  "He's 
never done anything improper, but he sure is thorough, and seriously, he is 
good.  He's one of the best doctors in London."

"But just not your type, eh, Annette?" asked Wendy.

Annette laughed.  "Wrong gender for that, Sweetie!  Besides, he's old!"

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

Eventually the goop we had slathered in our hair came out and we watched the 
gold flakes sparkle on the tiles as they migrated toward the drain.  We 
shampooed once more with an expensive conditioning shampoo that smelled 
faintly of watermelon.

As we continued to wash up, more girls were starting to wander in.

Annette and Mandy were finished about the same time, and the four of us 
dried off together, leaving our housecoats in the change room, and slipped 
into the plain, loose-fitting gym suits that were always on hand.  Barefoot, 
we went back into the gym, deciding to have a quick cup on tea before 
getting the physical over so we could sit down for a proper breakfast.  I 
was starting to feel real hungry.

Dr. Parker was a good looking man of around fifty standing a little shorter 
than me, with well groomed salt-and-pepper hair and a ready smile which 
displayed his big pearly white teeth.  ('All the better to eat you with' 
came to mind, and I had to suppress a giggle.)  Judging by the cut of his 
expensive-looking grey suit, he wasn't doing this for the money, although I 
had no doubt he would book his time to the Ontario Hospitalization Insurance 
Program (OHIP) anyway.  Doctors are like that!  It was clear he was enjoying 
himself, clear blue eyes sparkling with good humor over his half-moon 
glasses as he looked us over in turn, finally settling on Wendy.  She 
blushed prettily as he beckoned her forward, saying with a chuckle "I think 
I'll go by height today!"  Linda was smiling as she accompanied them behind 
the curtain.

Little did the good doctor know devotees of "The Twelfth Letter" surrounded 
him" though I doubt it would have bothered him anyway!  He wasn't looking 
for a date, he was here to look at - and feel, and palpate our hot young 
bodies.  Damn!  I should have been a doctor!

Within a minute after we heard him ask Wendy to undress we heard Wendy 
loudly say, "My, Dr. Parker.  What a big stethoscope you have!"

We heard an amused snort from Dr. Parker as we all totally broke up! 
Annette was laughing so hard tears were running down her face and almost 
fell off her chair before she caught herself.  We eventually calmed down, 
but started giggling again when a grinning Wendy emerged from behind the 
screen followed by a chuckling Dr. Parker.  He might have been a dirty old 
man, but he had a good sense of humor!

"Right, young lady, you're as fit as a fiddle, but you need a little 
 tuning," he said to Wendy with a grin.  "Half an hour in the hydro tub, 
plenty of rest and no heavy exercise for a few days.  Then go help win that 
Provincial title!"

Mandy went next, then Annette.  I didn't mind his cheerful looking as he 
examined my breasts, or lack thereof.  "You enjoy this, don't you," I said 
as he stretched my arm over my head, watching the muscles move in my 
shoulder.

"Of course," he smiled.  "Makes a change from my normal patients!"

"Ever consider being a sports doctor?"

He looked surprised for a moment, then chuckled.  "Not really, there's not 
much money in it, and besides, most professional sports people are men!"

I laughed with him then added, "Well, maybe you could be St. Ursula's sports 
doctor!"

"I thought I already was!" he commented dryly as he picked up his notes. 
"Ah, so you're the young lady who lost her memory!"

I put on a frown.  "That could be me, but I've forgotten!"

He grinned, then said seriously, "How are you coping?"

I saw no reason to fib to him, and said honestly, "I haven't had any 
memories come back for a while now.  People sometimes tell me stories of 
what I did before, but it's like they happened to someone else, and really, 
it doesn't worry me."

He regarded me silently for a moment.  "Hmmm.  Right.  Well, if you're 
coping with it, I think you should just continue on as you are.  Someday, 
you may get your memories back, but it might take a trauma as severe as what 
caused you to lose them in the first place.  And I don't think you want to 
go through another near-death experience," he concluded with a small smile.

"Oh, Goddess, no!" I exclaimed, startling him.  "I'm quite happy with things 
as they are, thank you very much!"

He hid a smile as he looked back at his notes.  "Now, I see you're down for 
follow-up X-rays on your neck next month."

"Patti, I know Dr. Keating, the neurologist who checked you out after your 
last injury.  He's good, but he can be overly cautious.  Have you had any 
headaches or pains in your neck?  Stiffness in any of your extremities or 
intestinal problems?"

I was caught off guard by his quick change from friendly physician who liked 
to examine young girls to the very professional dedicated health care 
provider.  I truthfully told him that I had none of the symptoms he 
mentioned and that I felt in better shape than I could ever remember.

He nodded his head slowly.  "Let Dr. Keating do his X-rays, just to be safe, 
but don't worry about this any more either.  I see from the notes that they 
didn't see any splinters so we don't have to worry about something moving 
and causing problems in the future.  Just be sure to tell someone if you do 
start having any symptoms like the ones I described.  It's better to be safe 
than sorry, but I'd wager that you were born under a lucky star.  Now get 
dressed and let me check the rest of the team out and I might make 18 holes 
yet this afternoon."

I smiled and thanked him, got dressed and joined my girlfriend and my 
friends.  It was time for breakfast!

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

Okay, so it couldn't really be called breakfast any longer being it was 
after midday, but we four were the first of the team to make it to the food! 
Scrambled eggs, bacon, home fried potatoes and fresh baked biscuits!  Just 
to play it safe though, we added more OJ and tall glasses of water.

It was funny, but nobody asked any more why Wendy and I ate the way we did. 
Our fellow team members had just started emulating us and as that had caught 
on, their friends did the same and it seemed the menus for meals were slowly 
changing to healthier foods to accommodate us.

We were laughing about Wendy's comment about Dr. Parker's stethoscope when 
the next group of girls joined us.  We shared the joke with them and they 
started to laugh.  Krissy said she was to spend the day with her leg 
elevated after we ate but so far, no one had suffered anything worse. 
Cafeteria staff kept hovering around us to make sure we didn't want for 
anything and by the time all the team had arrived, Wendy, Annette, Mandy and 
I were just sipping on tea.

"I wonder where we go from here," Annette asked.  "Surely they don't expect 
us to spend the entire day in the gym!"

It was like the Goddess was listening as Sister Gabe chose that moment to 
enter followed by two students pushing a TV on one of the tall classroom 
stands.  "It's nearly show time, ladies," she said.  I automatically looked 
at the clock and saw that it was almost 1:30.

"You have thirty minutes to get changed, and then I would request you come 
back here to watch highlights of yesterday's tournament."

"Why bother getting dressed?" asked Jeannie.  "If we're in isolation for the 
day, why can't we just stay in our gym suits?  It feels comfortable to me."

This sentiment was echoed by some of the other girls, but I had a feeling 
that I knew the answer.

"Sister Elizabeth Ann decided that after all the excitement yesterday, it 
might be nice for you girls to have a chance to visit with family without 
well-wishers around to pressure you.  Afterwards, there will be a private 
mass for the team, their friends and family at 5:00."

Family visit?  It was amazing how fast our tired bodies could move.  And we 
hadn't even had a chance to try out the hydrotherapy tub yet!

Wendy and I hung around to ask Sister Gabe about the tub and mentioned how 
it would really help some of us feel a lot better.  She smiled and said that 
the tub would be scheduled for after mass, after all family and friends had 
gone home.  And, it would be available all week!

That worked for me!

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

Krissy was propped up on a recliner with a pillow under her leg, her mom and 
dad sitting beside her.  Other girls shared tables with their families. 
Mike and Ann arrived, bringing Tom, Rita, and Einstein with them.  We all 
sat together with Annette, Mandy, Julie, and Linda, and of course Father Ed. 
The big surprise was Robert who walked in and over to join us with Hilda on 
his arm, with a smile so big that I thought it would never come off!  While 
I like to think that we are all equal, there will always be those people who 
have clout.  Robert had it because he was such a generous contributor to the 
school and served on the board.  If anyone deserved some leeway and clout in 
this world it should be people like him who gave so freely and asked for so 
little.  It was a lesson I would not ever forget.

We found out later that Dr. Parker was concerned over the bruising in Krissy's 
thigh and asked Julie and Linda to keep an eye on it.  Krissy was fit by the 
next weekend, but he took the precaution of having some extra tests done on 
her blood, discovering she was borderline diabetic.  Unwittingly, our 
improved diet had kept her condition in check and she learned to control it 
herself without having a disastrous episode.



Just as the TV was turned on, the gym lights dimmed and we watched an 
hour-long sports program dedicated to the games we had played yesterday. 
The opening shot of the show was of the Saints as we came out of the 
dressing room for the final game whooping, our hair all spiked.  Bret Faison 
discussed strategy with Jim Blake about this unexpected turn of events while 
on the background they displayed still pictures courtesy of the London Free 
Press.  Laughter could be heard all through the gym.  Bret and Jim had a 
monitor between them so that the audience could see what they were 
discussing, and a highlight of the best shots.  The one I enjoyed, though 
they didn't mention it was an illegal block, was the recovery by Mandy 
inches from the ground.  That showed determination!

We sat, listened, and did as the doctor had prescribed.  We relaxed.  We did 
this with our friends and family, though later we found out that reporters 
from all over southern Ontario had been at the front doors of the school 
trying to get pictures and interviews.

Coffee, tea, soft drinks, and pastry were waiting for us when the lights 
came back on.  Annette and Mandy stuck pretty close to Robert and Hilda, 
which I thought was a good sign.  We made the rounds but at a relaxed pace. 
Father Ed was never too far away, and Mike, Tom, Ann, and Rita seemed to be 
growing closer.  Einstein stuck mostly with Wendy and me, and as much as 
possible, Linda and Julie stayed close to Wendy and me as well.

I was yawning a bit and realized just how much tournament play could take 
out of a person!  Thankfully, Regionals were not going to be the most 
difficult part of the games ahead.  Okay, I know this sounds arrogant, but 
in our region, there were cities of all shapes and sizes.  Our region went 
pretty well by the telephone area code and that meant a large area, from the 
Bruce Peninsula right down to Windsor and just up to Hamilton.  The problem 
was that London was the largest city of them all.  Windsor had a good number 
of High Schools, but they were smaller in size.  Wallaceburg, with a 
population of 11,000, would be more difficult because they had only the one 
High School.  In contrast, Chatham, three times the size of Wallaceburg, had 
six High Schools.  Windsor was the next largest city with just over 200,000 
people living there.  In truth, I was more concerned about the Provincial 
tournament, which would see us facing schools from Toronto, Hamilton, Ottawa 
and the larger urban centers from the north like Sault Saint Marie and 
Thunder Bay!  While only the best from each designated region would play, 
imagine playing the best of the best from Toronto with a population of 2 
million!  But, I refused to lose any sleep over what I could not control. 
All we could do was play our best.  The Goddess willing, a sizable donation 
would go to the Toronto Sick Children's Hospital.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

Father Ed's sermon that afternoon was truly inspired!  Even though it was 
his second for the day, this one seemed focused on a theme very familiar to 
the team!

He talked about how God wanted only for us to do our very best, to be the 
very best we could be.  He threw Joshua and the battle of Jericho into the 
mix along with a comparison to the little train that could, and then cited 
the team as inspiration to all as to what hard work and dedication to a 
cause could achieve.

I wasn't sure, but at the end of his sermon, I thought I saw some people 
start to rise as if they were going to applaud him!

The girls of the team had changed into our formal Sunday uniforms for mass, 
and after communion, the benediction, and final words from Father Ed, the 
announcements were read.

Holy Shit!  Mass next Sunday was going to be officiated by none other than 
Bishop Carter from St. Peter's!  St. Peter's was the oldest and most 
beautiful church in this part of Canada, and the Bishop's residence stood 
beside it in splendid glory.  I figured the Goddess must have been planning 
on us to win the Regionals if she was going to have the Bishop officiate 
after the games!

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

After Mass, the team and family members, alumnae and VIPs were escorted to 
the cafeteria which had been cleared - there was even linen on the tables! 
The smell of food was enticing and the regular kitchen staff definitely didn't 
prepare the items on the menu.  This was rich people food.  Hell, I had 
never seen an artichoke before, and I wasn't going to try one either.  I 
liked food I could recognize.  Ann and Rita had Filet Mignon, while Tom and 
Mike had T-bone steaks over an inch thick!  I decided on Prime Rib, and 
Wendy, never having had it, decided to try it as well.  Linda and Julie 
settled on the fish, while Einstein decided to try the more exotic foods 
offered such as the white asparagus and Cajun Chicken with Fettuccini 
Alfredo.  I chided him.

"It's lucky that you aren't lactose intolerant," I said.  "But, all that 
cream and cheese.  You'll lose that girlish figure!"

He nearly spewed what was in his mouth when I said that and quickly looked 
around to see if anyone had heard me.  Well, of course Linda and Julie had 
heard me as had Wendy, but the parents were too busy gushing over the food 
to pay attention to us other than the occasional look and smile.

"Hey," he said.  "I'll have you know I'm still running five miles a day 
before school."

I told him I was only joking with him.  Knowing what we did about the 
future, the best bet for us to stay fit and trim was to never stop working 
out and exercising regularly.  It seemed that the spread that came after 
marriage and going on into middle age was from the change in lifestyle. 
More time spent in front of the TV instead of doing something outside.  Less 
concern over what we ate and in what quantity and basically settling into 
life.  We had no intention of ever doing that!  We had a chance to live this 
life and we were going to make the most of it!

As we were working on finishing some elaborate desserts, Sister Elizabeth 
Ann turned on the PA and addressed the group.

"I would like to thank all of you here today for the support and 
encouragement you have shown our team, especially the parents of our young 
ladies.  You have all instilled in them a pride tempered by selflessness and 
humility.  Not once this season have I had any reason to turn a blind eye 
because keeping them open might hurt the team.  I am especially proud that 
the girls of the Saints Volleyball team are also in the top five percent of 
academic achievement.  This says much for the girls, their coach, and their 
teachers.  I am overwhelmed at the accomplishments of all the players and 
the media attention they have brought to our school."

It was then, that I realized Jim Blake and a pretty lady were sitting with 
Sister Elizabeth, as were Bret Faison and another lady.  I was surprised 
that I had not seen them earlier till I realized that they had probably 
arrived for Mass by invitation.

"Enrollment for next September is already up by over 40 percent.  Never in 
the history of St. Ursula's have we seen so many young ladies eager to be 
enrolled in our school.  If the Saints continue with their winning streak, I 
expect I will have to turn students away before too long."

I tried to remember what size the school was in the 80s but remembered with 
regret that in the early 80s it was no longer a private boarding school when 
threats of funding cuts had forced it to go co-ed and open its doors to 
local day students.  I sighed.  Just as a new era was starting for the 
school, the government was going to interfere with it.  Sometimes I wondered 
if it was a prerequisite for politicians to promise to disrupt life before 
they were elected.  If I held the responsibility of an elected office I 
would see to it that I gave the constituents what they wanted, instead of 
caving in to special interest groups.

Sister Elizabeth was still speaking so I tried to pay attention but I was 
getting tired.  All this food was giving me that sleepy time feeling.  She 
was giving thanks to London's biggest locally owned food store for the feast 
we had enjoyed today and again thanking Robert Denure for his contributions 
and to countless others.  I started to yawn.  I know it was impolite, but 
damn.  I was getting tired.  Finally she said something that really caught 
my attention.

"Tomorrow at noon, the trophy for the city cup will be brought to the 
school.  Since it is for the city championship, there will be no ceremony 
and little fanfare.  I will ask the team captain to decide who should accept 
the cup on the school's behalf."

Annette looked uncomfortable.  This was not the kind of decision she wanted 
to make.  Her teammates were also her friends and to pick one out of all of 
them was not going to be an easy task.  I took a deep breath.

"Where are you going, Peppermint?" I heard Einstein ask as I stood.

"To boldly go where no man has gone before," I said.  "Besides, I need to 
bail out a friend."

Annette was standing as well ready to make her way to the microphone when I 
caught up with her.

"Thank God, Patti," she said.  "I can't pick just one!  What am I going to 
do?"

I leaned in close to her, taking her arm in mine as we walked together. 
"Let me do it for you, Annette.  I think I know how to get us out of this."

"Please," she said in a whisper so low I could barely hear her.

We approached the microphone together and Annette introduced herself and 
then me and said that I had a few words to say about accepting the trophy.

I looked out at the players and the nuns and parents and felt a warmth 
spread through my body.  I could do this.  I was probably older than most of 
them to start with!

"Annette and I discussed this exact situation last night after we came home 
from winning the city tournament," I said.  Annette looked a little startled 
but nodded enthusiastically, eager to find a way to escape having to put the 
spotlight on one player.

"We decided that since we have not yet achieved our goal," at which point I 
had to pause while the applause roared through the cafeteria, "we decided no 
team member would be accepting the trophy on behalf of the team."  Silence 
quickly descended on the room.

"We are a team, not individuals."  Again with the applause.  "However," I 
said,  "There are individuals who have helped in many ways to make us a 
team.  Sister Gabriel, who worked with us and molded us into a coherent team 
to be taken seriously."  Again the applause had to die down before I could 
continue.  "Sister Elizabeth Ann, who says she didn't give us any leeway, 
then made sure that we could practice as much as we needed and without 
restrictions.  She has supported some of the crazier stunts we have pulled 
and to her credit never blushed once."  This time there was laughter with 
the applause, and Sister Elizabeth did blush.

"Mr. Denure," I said softly and respectfully.  "You gave us a name that is 
known all over London.  The bus made us feel special, and it instilled 
pride.  Not the foolish pride of a winning team but the pride that girls 
feel when they know their parents approve of what they are doing.  You saw 
it in us from the start, and I know I speak for the entire team when I say 
you mean the world to us."  The applause was overwhelming, and I saw a tear 
in Annette's eye.

"Father Ed, as he is known to us girls," I said as I turned to wink at him. 
"He has always been there for us, at any hour, and has been an inspiration 
and a constant motivator.  Never asking, always giving, never judging, 
always guiding."

"Mr. Blake of the London Free Press.  As unbiased as he claims to be, I know 
that one day his daughter will be a student here at St. Ursula's."  The 
cheering went wild on that one!  I didn't realize that he wasn't married nor 
did he have children yet, but I guess the thought left an impression on many 
people's minds.

Annette had gathered up her courage and stepped closer to say, "The board of 
governors of St. Ursula's who have invested so much into the team and the 
Alumnae Association that has made so much of what we have seen and have 
possible!"  The audience was now on its feet cheering.

"Thank you," she said, "for providing us with so much.  Uniforms, equipment, 
and our new nurses!"

I waited till things quieted down and then spoke softly so that people had 
to really pay attention.  "All these people so much more deserve to accept 
the cup on behalf of the St. Ursula's Volleyball team than we do.  And the 
one who can not accept the cup but is the most responsible, our God in 
Heaven."

The response was an "Amen."

I backed away from the microphone so Annette could do what she had to do.

"Sister Elizabeth," she said.  "We're not finished playing till our last 
game is played.  We don't know when that will be, so on behalf of the team, 
would you please choose someone from all those Patti and I have named?"

Sister Elizabeth smiled a warm loving smile at us as she approached the 
microphone.  "I hear every day," she began, "on the news and from social 
commentators that the youth of today are self absorbed and only interested 
in what they can get.  I am proud to be the principal of this school and 
especially proud of our, yes OUR team!  These girls have given more of their 
time and energy, and as you have noticed, even their hair.  Let no one tell 
me that our youth are self-absorbed!  The time and effort to produce a 
winning combination do not come without sacrifice, yet as these girls give 
no quarter on the game floor, they neither ask for one on their home floor." 
Sister Elizabeth took a deep breath as the applause swelled on the floor. 
"The team has said they are not done playing, and I understand why accepting 
a trophy now would seem like they have played enough.  These young ladies, 
our Saints, will accept their trophy as a team when they have played their 
last game, and not one game before!"

Man.  Talk about instant pep rally!  The fathers were whistling and slapping 
tables and the mothers and friends were clapping and chanting "Go Saints, Go 
Saints!"

Annette and I walked back to where we were seated.  Just before we parted 
ways she leaned close to me and whispered, "Thanks, Patti.  You know it's 
you who deserves the trophy."

I stopped and turned her by the arm to face me.  "No, no, Annette," I said. 
"Count the points, and you'll see that it truly is a team effort.  I'm just 
happy to be able to play with you."  She caught the double meaning and 
giggled.

"Just promise me that we will always be friends," she asked.  "I have a 
feeling that life around you will never be boring!"

I smiled and hugged her to me.  "I promise!" I whispered.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

After we finished dinner, we exchanged hugs and kisses with our parents and 
friends and they headed home, while we headed back to our rooms to change. 
The gym had been left the way it was so that fresh snacks could be put out 
and we could watch TV while waiting for a turn in the hydrotherapy tub.  As 
it was late, we were limited to fifteen minutes each, but it was enough to 
help take some leftover kinks out of our bodies.  It was after 11:00 when we 
abandoned the gym for our own rooms.  Linda and Julie had stayed with the 
team the entire time, and I could see they were tired.

"Look, guys," I said.  "It's late.  Rather then head home, why don't you two 
sack out in the other bed in our room?"

Linda looked at Julie, then said, "Are you sure you two don't mind?  We don't 
want to interfere with any plans you might have."

Wendy and I both laughed.  It would be enough for us to get a good night's 
sleep cuddled tonight.  Wendy assured them that we could keep it down if 
they could, and with that we all headed off to our room.

There was no need for false modesty among the four of us and we all stripped 
down, did our business in the bathroom and soon afterwards, the only sounds 
coming from our room aside from a few minutes of serious kissing, was a 
gentle rhythmic breathing.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

When we woke up Monday morning we were greeted by four inches of fresh snow 
on the ground.  Reluctantly we passed on the idea of going out to make snow 
angels and got dressed for classes.  Everything seemed to go by in a blur 
for the next few days.  Linda and Julie had the blood work analyzed and to 
no one's surprise we were all fit and healthy.  We decided not to press our 
luck and ate carefully for the rest of the week knowing that we had to keep 
our strength up for the Regionals.

Linda and Julie spent most of each day at the school with us, Linda through 
the morning hours and Julie in the afternoon.  I questioned this arrangement 
until I was told that Einstein was trying to get in as many afternoons with 
Linda as possible now that each weekend was tied up with the play-offs.  I 
asked her if it made her jealous knowing her lover was getting laid every 
afternoon, but she surprised me.

"Patti, of all people," she said.  "I thought you would have understood. 
Patrick likes both Linda and me, but he's not in love with us.  Yes, I'm 
sure that he is enjoying the sex, and even I enjoy it once in a while. 
Linda is doing this because we want to have a baby.  Patrick is the perfect 
candidate for the father of the child and as we have come to know him 
better, I can understand why you suggested it in the first place.  His. 
Your.  genes were always excellent; it was just what you did with your life 
that made you who you were when you died.  As is very obvious to those of us 
who know, you have already made changes to correct that, and in doing so 
have changed a number of events in other people's lives.  Linda and I have 
discussed quite often where we would have been if we had never met you. 
From what you've told us, I can see we might have one day had a child, but 
not for quite a few years.  Linda and I would still both be working at the 
hospital as nurses and instead, come September I start pre-med at 
university.  With grants and part time work here, we can easily afford it 
now where without this, my dream might never have come true."

I nodded.  I did understand.  Einstein and I might just as well have woken 
up on another planet considering the changes in our families and our own 
lives.  We discovered to our pleasant surprise that Linda had managed to get 
Dr. Parker to supply Wendy and me with free contraceptives, and as soon as 
our next periods ended we would start on the pill, both of us looking 
forward to adding something extra to our sex lives.  We filled each others' 
needs perfectly, but we had a bond with Einstein and we owed him a willing 
partner while his hormones were raging.  Helping him take the sexual edge 
off his life would make him a better student and he wouldn't have to waste 
time and energy trying to get some girl to cooperate.  Besides, we would 
willingly give him blowjobs!  It was a 14-year-old boy's dreams come true!

Practice each night was based on endurance and team moves.  Personal space 
was the most important aspect of our practice now, as we did not want to be 
bouncing into each other during the next round of games.  We were especially 
careful not to injure ourselves and took turns with only half the team 
practicing on alternate nights for longer than an hour, while the other half 
took long relaxing soaks in the hydrotherapy tub.

Sister Gabe told us at a team meeting that she was especially pleased as our 
coach to be selected with Robert to accept the trophy on our behalf by 
Sister Elizabeth Ann, with Robert acting on behalf of the Board of 
Governors.  Of course, Jim Blake made a big deal in the paper out of the 
team not accepting any trophy until the last game had been played.

Father Ed continued to visit us for tea in the evenings when he could, and 
on more than a few nights, Julie and Linda spent the night as well.

One thing I was happy to hear was that the girls' basketball team was 
equally inspired and were given special permission to practice during the 
day until the Volleyball season was over.  While we had signed on for 
Basketball as well, I don't think we were prepared for the cross over period 
and we all cheered when our team came home from their first game and first 
victory!

According to Sister Gabe, as the news and attention to the Volleyball team 
grew, more and more girls came out of their shells and had signed up for 
Basketball.  She had a full roster without any of us from the Volleyball 
team, and the Saints bus ran double duty now!

There was little time for socializing at this point and I missed the chance 
to see how Mike's shop had changed.  Most of the news we got about our 
families came through Einstein who passed it on to Linda.

By Friday the snow had stopped and we had no practice.  As was becoming our 
custom, the team and their significant others gathered in the seniors' 
common room on the night before the Regionals.  We were discussing the news 
of Sylvia Ostry being named Canada's first female Deputy Prime Minister.  It 
gave us hope that women would find more chances in Federal politics.

We snacked lightly that night and talked quietly.  Unlike the night before 
the city finals we were subdued.  We had no doubt about our abilities, but 
we would be facing teams we had not seen in regular play throughout the 
season.

I was curious about how with such a large area, we could end up only playing 
three matches, but Annette explained to us that while the other areas were 
big, it was still required that each team had to face at least 12 different 
teams in 16 games to qualify for their own version of our city championship. 
Some towns with only one high school played towns with two or three. 
Windsor was the only city with enough schools to host its own city 
tournament.  With that knowledge in my head I bid everyone an early good 
night and Wendy and I headed off to bed.  I locked the door behind me and 
turned with a lascivious grin to Wendy.  "I'm hungry for a taste of my 
sweets, Sweetheart," I said.  "It's been too long."

Wendy giggled and pretended to try to escape my clutches, but seeing that it 
would be futile finally gave in and let me undress her.

"Should we be doing this before a tournament?" she asked.  "Won't it sap our 
strength?"

"No, Honey.  A good night's sleep will cure that, and I won't get a good 
night's sleep till I've had my fill of you!"

Wendy giggled again and slid a pillow under her butt.  She had gotten used 
to and enjoyed a finger in her back door while I ate her pussy.  I started 
off slowly, nibbling on her thighs till she reached for my head and pulled 
me to where she wanted me.  I liked to tease her, but it had been a little 
while since we had the time or energy to properly satisfy each other.

I was sprawled between Wendy's legs just gently nipping and biting around 
her pussy as she came down from one of those ceiling clutching orgasms she 
so frequently enjoyed.  "Remember when you used to be shy about undressing 
in front of others?" I asked between light tugs on her lower lips.

"Mmm hmmm," she murmured.  "That's back when I was frumpy Wendy Miller from 
Delhi, who had no friends and no self esteem."

That was a mouthful even from Wendy.  I looked up to see her toying with the 
gold heart necklace I had gotten for her for her 14th birthday.

"So," I teased, "now that you're not frumpy any more, you're no longer shy?"

Wendy spun over, clamping my head between her legs so that she ended up 
straddling my mouth, one knee on each side of my head!  It would have made a 
wrestler proud!  With her hands she spread her vulva allowing her engorged 
clit to extend a full half-inch from her pelvis.  "Suck me gently, Baby, 
suck me slowly.  Take it easy so I can really enjoy this!"

HUH???  This was my Wendy speaking?  But I was more than happy to oblige and 
proceeded to give her clit a hummer, being careful not to put too much 
pressure on it and to use lots of my saliva mixed with her juices.  Using 
her slippery juices, I coated my thumb and gently slid it into her butt.  It 
was enough to drive her over the edge and grabbing my head with one hand, 
the other mauling her own boob, tweaking and pinching her nipple, she 
shuddered out a moan and a groan and splashed my face with her cum.

This climax took the last of her strength out of her and she collapsed, 
considerately rolling off me so I could breathe.  She snuggled down in bed 
next to me licking her own juices off my face like a kitten licking cream. 
Her love licks matched her breathing, which was returning to normal, and she 
slowed her frantic pace till I heard her start to gently snore.

I reached over and turned off the light, cuddled my lover, and fell asleep 
as well.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

I was dreaming, an erotic dream, a weird fantasy dream.  Someone was fucking 
me, another was in my ass while an octopus with eight hands was touching me 
all over.  There wasn't an inch of my body not being rubbed, pinched or just 
stroked.  I moaned.  My own vocal reaction to the dream woke me up, and as I 
opened my eyes, I saw that it was the middle of the night and there was a 
candle lit.  I was rapidly approaching my climax and I had never had one 
from a dream.  I looked down just as I crossed my threshold to see Wendy 
between my legs, her hands and lips busy.

I stifled a scream as I climaxed.  I peaked once, but Wendy didn't let up. 
I felt two fingers in my pussy pressing against my "Gee-whiz" spot and a 
finger sliding in and out of my ass!  Her mouth was all over me, kissing not 
only my clit but also my belly and my nipples and all over every inch in 
between.  I peaked again and still she didn't let up.  She removed her 
fingers from my orifices as she latched her lips around my engorged clit and 
her hands took over touching me all over.  The third one was the killer for 
me and as I blasted into some ethereal plane, it took the last of my 
coherent thoughts to push her head out of my crotch!

I lay panting for what seemed like a half hour, totally spent.  Through half 
closed eyes, I watched Wendy wash her hands and then put the kettle on to 
make us tea.

TEA???  What the fuck?  What time is it?  I shot up in bed, sitting looking 
for the clock.  4:00 AM!

"What's up, Honey?" I asked her.

Wendy just smiled.  From the light coming from the bathroom, I could see it 
wasn't totally a happy smile.  There was a touch of sadness in her eyes.

This was confusing.  The last thing I remembered was Wendy enjoying my 
attention to her body and her mind before she drifted off to sleep.  What 
had changed in a few short hours?

I got up and helped her finish making the tea then I gently guided her to 
our chair where I sat her on my lap.

"Why are you sad, Sweetheart?" I asked her.

"Because I fell asleep last night before I could give you the same pleasure 
you gave me," she whispered.

Nah.  I wasn't buying that.

I stroked her naked body and pulled her closer to me.  "And what's the real 
reason?" I gently continued.

Wendy started to cry.  Shit!

I tried whispering sweet things in her ear as I gently caressed her, 
figuring that sooner or later I would get the answer.  Hell, I knew I was 
going to get the real reason!  This was the love of my life crying, and I 
damn sure wanted to know why!

We just sat and cuddled and I continued to stroke her.  We sipped on our tea 
and after a while she sniffled and said, "I'm afraid, Pete."

"What are you afraid of, Honey?"

"I'm afraid that I'm going to lose you," she said, turning her head away 
from me.

I put my cup down and gently pulled on her chin forcing her to look me in 
the eyes.  This was totally uncharted territory for me.  I LOVED Wendy! 
What could she be thinking that would lead to thoughts like this?

"Why?" I asked as gently as possible.

"Because we're not the outcasts any more," she said, her lips quivering. 
"You're popular, and you might want somebody who is popular too."

I stifled the urge to laugh, seeing she was deadly serious.  She was really 
suffering from insecurity.  I planted kisses all over every inch of her body 
I could reach without making her move and told her I was still exactly the 
same person that she met in September.  Nothing had changed in me, and 
nothing had changed my feelings towards her.  Yes, we were more popular, but 
I emphasized that it was 'we.'  She had become as popular and respected as I 
had, though it had never been my goal.  I admitted that as I found my way in 
this body and in this role that some of my goals had changed, but those were 
life goals and they very much included her.  I wanted her to be with me 
forever.  Nothing was ever going to change that.

Her sniffling stopped and she turned to look at me, scrutinizing my face to 
see if I was telling her the truth.  I held up my part of the heart necklace 
and pressed it to hers.

"We'll always be together, Wendy," I said.  "No matter if we are rich or 
poor, popular or not.  I love you, Sweetheart.  More than I have ever loved 
anyone in my life, in either of my lives."

The sadness left her eyes to be replaced by a look of adoration.

It was my first real experience with PMS insecurity.  Since my period had 
started to synchronize with hers, I knew that soon we would be starting on 
the pill.  And I realized that more changes were waiting in the wings for 
us.  I hoped it would bring us closer together.  I really did love her, 
never even considering my life without her.

To be continued.
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