*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
*Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
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Christian Chris Decker entered the small home and sighed in appreciation; the weekend was finally here. For most of the DeGarde area, the weekend had started twenty five hours earlier, but as the technician on call for DeGarde Office Equipment Leasing & Maintenance, his weekend had just started. A & A Soaps had their antiquated fax machine go down, again, and Kyle Thomas had called Chris in to fix it.
"You know, we're running out of duct tape," Christian had told Kyle Thomas, the manager on duty. "Y'all might want to upgrade to a copier scanner fax machine?"
"I'll talk to Toni about it," Kyle agreed and sighed with relief when Chris did manage to get the old clunker up and running again.
"There he is!" Chris heard Yvonne Klein call out from the home's small kitchen.
"Woo hoo!" Elena Marie Margot, Em said happily.
"Uh huh, woo hoo," Chris agreed, veering to his bedroom to change out of his DeGarde Office Equipment Leasing & Maintenance uniform.
He put the khaki shirt and the navy blue pants into his laundry hamper and pulled on a New York Jets tee shirt and loose, comfortable shorts. He did not know why he liked the NY Jets; in truth he didn't much care for football at all.
"Maybe because it pisses off dear old dad," Chris thought, leaving his bedroom.
"Had to use up the last of the chili, so..." Em said, bringing the stuffed baked potatoes out of the oven.
Yvonne Mae Klein and Elena Marie Margot were both students at the University of Louisiana at DeGarde. Christian had known he was not college material and had dropped out of high school, obtained a GED at age sixteen, then had gone to the St. Elizabeth Parish Vo-Tech. DeGarde Office Equipment Leasing & Maintenance had snapped him up the moment he had his certificate in hand.
The home belonged to Em; the eighteen year old had bought it from her father, Murphy Margot for one dollar. After the death of her mother, Em's father had come to her and confessed that he was going to Poland, to find his one true love, the woman Elena had been named after.
Em had a nice nest egg; money from her mother's life insurance. Even so, Em knew she did not have enough money to buy groceries, pay the utilities, the cable bill, and insurance. So, she rented the two smaller bedrooms for three hundred a month.
Chris Decker had been the first to answer the ad; Angela, his mother had just lost the trailer in yet another law suit brought against Dwayne Decker, her husband, Chris's father. Yvonne was actually the fifth person to answer the ad; Em had received really bad feelings about two of the other applicants and the fourth applicant had even demanded access to the single car garage to park her own car.
Em was pretty, in a 'girl next door' fashion. She wore her mousy brown hair in a pixie cut which suited her small face and deep brown eyes very well. She stood at five feet one inch tall and had a slim, almost boyish figure.
When he'd first moved in, Chris had assumed that 'Em' was short for Emma, or Emily. Em explained that her initials were EMM and a high school friend had called her 'Em' and it stuck.
Yvonne Klein was the spitting image of her mother with shoulder length blonde hair, slightly narrow face and deep chocolate brown eyes. Her eyes were so dark that most thought they looked black.
She stood at five feet three inches, with small breasts and slightly thick thighs and bubble butt.
Chris did not take after his father. He'd been hurt, deeply hurt when he'd overheard his dad as his mother if she was sure 'the little pussy really is my boy.' Then Chris realized, he didn't want to look like his father. He didn't want to be a fat, bloated jackass with prison tattoos and scars from too many prison fights. He didn't want to have a bald head and a mean squint and a nose that looked like a pancake after being broken so many times.
Chris looked like his mother. Short, scrawny, with hazel eyes and brown hair and a small face. He was five feet, eight inches and weighed just one hundred and thirty nine pounds.
Chris wasn't handsome, but more than one girl had said he was cute. Chris assumed his 'cute' status was why, at nineteen years old, he was still technically a virgin.
"Okay, Em declared when Yvonne put her dish into the dishwasher and Chris handed his empty ice tea glass to her.
"Okay," Yvonne giggled, closing the appliance and returning to her seat.
"Okay," Chris wondered aloud.
"Time for us roomies to get to know one another," Em declared, pulling a half-gallon of Virgin Islands dark rum off of the counter and setting it onto the table with a 'thunk.'
"First thing I want to know is, how did you get that?" Chris said. "You, you're only eighteen, right?"
"And we just might find out," Yvonne giggled, putting a single shot glass onto the table. "This is truth or dare or shots."
"I say, 'Chris, truth or dare,'" Yvonne explained.
"I know how to play truth or dare," Chris said, jamming himself under the table to hide his growing excitement.
"And I say, um, something you don't want to do, or don't want to answer," Yvonne continued.
"Then you got to do a shot," Em joined in.
"Uh huh," Chris said. "I guess, first one to pass out loses."
"Now you got it!" Yvonne giggled happily.
"So, who thought this up?" Chris asked.
"Me," Em admitted, blushing hotly.
The first few minutes were somewhat stilted, somewhat silly. Em did do a shot, gasping out, pretty eyes wide when Chris asked her how she managed to get the bottle of liquor.
"Em said, "Shit! That, that's rough! I'd known it was that strong, I'd gotten wine or something! Shit!"
"So, might answer the next time someone asks you a question, huh?" Yvonne giggled as Em wiped at her watery eyes.
"It's your turn," Chris reminded Em.
"Um, oh, okay, Yvonne..." Em said.
"Truth," Yvonne said.
"You ever make out with a girl?" Em asked.
Yvonne coughed and sputtered and gasped as the liquor burned her esophagus. Still choking, she asked Chris if he'd ever had sex with another man.
Chris hesitated and almost reached out for the shot glass. Then he realized, if he did take a shot, that was the same thing as admitting that, yes, he had indulged in sex with another man.
"Yeah, one time," Chris answered. "Yvonne..."
"Wait, wait, you said 'yes?' You, you have? You've had sex, with another guy?" Em interrupted, goggling at Chris.
"She asked, I answered, you don't get details," Chris said. "Yvonne..."
"Truth," Yvonne squeaked.
"You ever make out with another girl?" Chris asked.
Yvonne reached for the shot glass, then relented; her throat still burned. Mutely, she nodded her head 'Yes.'
"Yes, all right? Yes, I made out with Patty Mingus," Yvonne admitted then loudly defended. "It was at our graduation party and I was all kind of fucked up."
Em took another shot when Yvonne asked her to tell how she got the bottle of rum. Yvonne paused for a long moment, then answered 'truth' when Em asked her 'truth or dare.'
"You ever lick a pussy?" Em asked.
"Y'all, uh, shit, come on, huh?" Yvonne complained. "What? I look like I'm some kind of lezzy?"
"No; that's why it's so hot thinking about it," Chris answered.
"Come on, answer or drink," Em giggled.
Yvonne did drink. Then she asked Em, again, how Em had managed to get the bottle of rum. Em reached for the shot glass.
Yvonne turned and gave Chris a disgusted look as Em drank. Chris shrugged and Yvonne nodded.
"Yvonne said, "Yeah, I guess we should drop, we'll probably never know how she got the bottle.
Em nodded in agreement and said, "Chris? Truth or dare?"
