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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Date: 13 Aug 2010 20:49:01 -0500
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The Adventures of Stevie #28
These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
been true. LOL
My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
he isn't here in person. I think.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stevie is 11 in this story, and it happens between year 1 of summer
camp, and year 2 of special school.
The Adventures of Stevie #28 "Practice Is Not Just To Make Perfect"
Dear Carlos,
Tommy came over to help me practice fighting. When I found out he was
going to, I got very happy and excited. I had to hide how my monster
felt. I went out to meet him before he came in. I think I almost split
him in half with the hug I gave him. That wouldn't be too bad. I have
lots of glue. I brought him inside and introduced him to everybody.
Then we went outside behind our building to practice.
We practiced in our regular clothes. We do that in school sometimes
because in real life when a fight happens, you can't go home and change
into fighting clothes. We are learning real fighting, not just the art
part of martial arts. What we learn is not for sport, but for staying
alive, and making sure the other guy doesn't. We took our shoes off so
we wouldn't slip so much on the grass. We stretched a lot and did warm
up exercises. Then we did some punching and kicking practice, and some
falling. Knowing how to fall without getting hurt is very important for
all of life, not just for fighting, because we WILL all fall sometimes.
Then we did some practice fighting.
I did a not so honest thing. When we were almost finished, I acted
like I strained a muscle on the inside of my thigh. We went inside and
father said we could use his office to talk to each other. We did.
Tommy asked about my leg. I said it was nothing, but didn't act like it
was nothing. He said maybe he should examine it. I said okay, but I
really meant "Oh yes, please, PLEASE!" I sat on the floor and he ran
his hand up the inside of my thigh. I scooted forward a little bit so
his hand couldn't help touching my monster a little, but by then it
wasn't little. He pulled his hand back down my thigh, and then up
again, but didn't stop before he touched my monster very gently again,
and I didn't have to move to make that happen. We both looked very
happy.
Then I tried a new idea. I said "Doesn't your leg hurt a little too?
Can I help with it?" He whispered yes, but I think he meant "Oh yes,
please, PLEASE," just like I did. I did the same to him. Then we felt
each other all over and hugged and kissed a lot. Our monsters were
jumping in our pants, trying to get out and play. Then we had to stop
because we were asked to go and eat supper. Our clothes were all
wrinkled and we were breathing fast, but that is normal for fighting
practice, so they wouldn't know what really happened in father's
office.
I hugged Tommy again before he left to go home. Our monsters liked
each other and wanted to dance. He promised to come tomorrow so we
could practice some more. We both want a little more than that, too. I
wonder what it will be like. I'm not going to get much sleep tonight!
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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