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Part 6: No nicks or cuts about it by Gadfly Tim and Rich stared at Paul for a long moment. "Um...exactly why would that be, Paul?" Richard asked eventually as curiosity got the better of him. He glanced at Tim, who shrugged. He�d certainly had pubic hair last week when they were all in the showers after swimming. Not that he�d looked, of course. What could have happened to them? "I don't want to talk about it." Paul mumbled, grabbing up a handful of tissues and stuffing them into his underpants to protect li�l paulie before very carefully re-zipping his fly. "And what makes you think you have a choice?" Tim asked, raising the bottle of nail polish remover in a threatening manner. "There�s more where this came from, Paul!" Paul cringed, his hands covering his groin protectively. "Okay! I�ll tell - don't hurt me!" Tears came to his eyes at the thought of how much it had hurt the last time. Tim felt very mean, and almost relented, but he really wanted to know what had happened to Paul�s pubes. Richard and Tim helped Paul to sit up and half-carried him so that he could sit with his back against Richard�s bed. "Okay - give! What happened?" Richard prompted and Tim waved the nail polish remover bottle again. Paul winced and nodded. "You know that new girl at school?" "You mean Wendy? Wendy Harmer?" [well, it IS fiction -- gadfly] "Yeah." Paul nodded. "Well, the other day she came to my place for dinner, with her parents - her dad works with mine." "At the evil empire?" This was the boys� name for the Tax Office. "Uh-huh. Anyway, she somehow managed to bring a small bottle of bourbon with her, and we sort of went to my room....." Paul�s voice trailed off. "You sly dog, McDermott!" Tim grinned and punched him lightly on the arm. "Ouch!" Tim�s idea of a light punch nearly knocked Paul over. "It�s not what you think....unfortunately." "Stop stalling, McDermott!" Richard said exasperatedly. Paul shuddered. "Anyway, we drank the bourbon and then she challenged me to an arm wrestle. The winner could name whatever they wanted to do." "But she�s a lot bigger than you, you idiot!" Tim laughed. "I know!" Paul sighed. "Most people are." "So, she beat you? And that�s what she wanted to do?" Richard giggled. "Um, no, actually, I beat her." Paul blushed furiously. "And that�s what you wanted her to do?" Tim was shocked. "No!" Paul glared at him. "Are you going to listen or keep jumping to conclusions?" Both of them shut up and stared at him expectantly. "So, I kissed her, and then I passed out. And when I woke up, she was sitting there with the razor and grinning at me." Paul shuddered. "It was horrible!" "Oh god!" Tim went pale. "This is awful!" "Thanks mate, I appreciate your support!" Paul looked at him gratefully. "Oh! Yeah, what happened to you wasn�t real good." Tim shrugged. "But that�s not what I was talking about." "Thanks very much, Ferguson!" Paul looked hurt. "Oh, stop being a baby, Paul!" Tim said disgustedly. "I�m having a crisis here!" "Oh, right, I get attacked by a crazed chick with a razor and you�re having a crisis! Thanks for the support!" Paul grumped at him. "Oh, you�re always thinking of yourself, Paul." Tim snapped back. "This is really serious! The Harmers are coming to dinner at my place tomorrow night!" He wailed pitifully. Paul and Richard just looked at him for a moment before they burst out laughing. Richard suddenly stopped laughing and looked scared. "Oh god! They�re coming to our place the night after that!" |
