"We're going to do some play acting."We're going to do some play acting. You're going to be my little brother, and I'm going to be my mother." It took a minute to sink in. "Wait a minute!", I almost gasped. "You think I'm going to let you, UH, spank me? I'm twenty-three years old!" The idea seemed so ludicrous that I wanted to laugh, but Cheryl didn't seem to be joking. "Would you rather I had a talk with Mr. Moore in the morning?", she asked. "Of course not," I blurted without thinking. "But I'm too old, I mean, I'm not a little kid! This whole thing is too silly for words!" "Jimmy wasn't a little kid, either," she said hotly. "He was fourteen the time I mentioned, when I - when we both got it at the same time. And Mr. Moore would think that your little stories were a lot worse than anything Jimmy or I ever did!" "Anyway," Cheryl added defiantly, "that's the price you pay - either that or I go to Mr. Moore in the morning. So which is it going to be?" My mind was whirling. If she went to Moore, it would be practically the end of my whole world, and how bad could a spanking be, anyway? I could handle pain; I'd broken bones as a kid, and played football in high school, until I had knee surgery and couldn't run any more. |