Date: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 21:33:05 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Puget Posse  Chapter 36

Welcome back readers. I've been enjoying the mails you have sent
with your thoughts about the boys in the Puget Posse. Keep them
coming. Your comments are my payment for writing.

In this chapter, the boys prepare for the upcoming Christmas
vacation. But their attention still needs to be on school. The dioramas
get graded, Patrick and Neville compete to sing a solo in the school
program, and final decisions are made on whether or not to run for a
student council position.

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CHAPTER 36
DECEMBER HAPPENINGS

By the end of the day Monday, all of the fifth grade teams had their
dioramas stored in the auditorium. It was unusual, but not unheard of,
for a team not to be finished on time. As a whole, the students at the
Puget Academy were not only smart kids, they were also high
achievers.

The viewing and voting would start on Tuesday, with each class in
the school having a slot assigned to look at the finished products.
Each diorama had a number assigned to it and each student had a
ballot with numbers listed from one to sixteen, which was the total
number of dioramas on display. While names were not included with
the displays, the creators of the dioramas were a badly kept secret. It
was a small school, and even the eighth graders knew many of the
fifth graders.

The students were instructed to give each display a rating of one
through five, with five being the top score. On Wednesday, each
member of the staff would pick his or her top five. That night was
open house for parents to come to the school to see the displays;
they, too, have a vote in the process.

On Friday, the top five vote finishers would be posted. While being a
top five display did not guarantee an A, only three top five finishers in
the past ten years had not received As. One of them was dinged a
grade for being finished a day after the deadline. One of the others
was a beautiful construction, but failed to follow the directions as far
as the topic and theme went. With the last one, it was discovered
before the final grades were assigned that most of it had not been
constructed by the students.

"Wow, there was some good looking shit in there," Mark said to
Patrick as Mr. Jackson's class left the auditorium.

"Mr. Kirkwood," came a man's voice from behind them, "you will
report to Mr. McClain for lunch detention tomorrow." John McClain
was twenty and a college sophomore who worked part-time at the
Academy. He had attended the Puget Academy from sixth through
eighth grades. This was his second year working at the Academy. His
primary job the first semester was taking charge of the lunch
detention room. He would help as a play area supervisor the second
semester. Because of his youth, he was popular with the students,
but he brooked no nonsense during detention time.

"Yes, sir," Mark said, wondering how it was Mr. Jackson always
seemed to appear at the worst times.

"Our diorama is the best," Matthew said as soon as Mr. Jackson
moved on.

"I don't think so," Mark told him as they continued their days—old
argument. "There is no way it beats ours."

Mark looked over at Neville. "Hey, Neville did you give us a five? I
mean with you being a fellow Posse member and everything."

"My vote is my secret," Neville replied haughtily.

Mark looked around to see how close Mr. Jackson was, then leaned
in close to the English boy and whispered, "Neville, you're full of shit
and you know it." Neville blushed, but said nothing.

"Boys," Mr. Jackson said forcefully, "you know you need to keep quiet
in the halls." The group kept their mouth zipped as they returned to
the classroom.

During seventh period electives, Neville and Patrick were involved in
an interesting competition. They each had beautiful, clear boy
soprano voices, among the best Mrs. Bailey, the music teacher, had
heard at the Academy. She had three solo roles to fill for the
Christmas concert. Two of them would be going to experienced
seventh graders, one of whom had soloed the year before. She was
certain that this year would be the last time they would be soloing as
sopranos in the Christmas concert; their voices were certain to break
by the time they hit eighth grade.

Mrs. Bailey's dilemma had to do with the third solo. While she didn't
use fifth graders for solo parts very often, she did use them if they
were exceptionally talented. She understood how short-lived the
soprano voice of a boy was, and she was more than willing to
squeeze an extra year out of a top voice by using the boy to solo as a
fifth grader.

Patrick and Neville had exceptional voices and she could only use
one. She decided to compromise. One of the boys would solo in the
school performance and the other in the more prestigious evening
performances put on for friends and family at the school and for the
general public at St. Luke's church.

Both boys knew what was at stake that afternoon in class. Mrs. Bailey
would have the chorus sing the carol two times with each boy doing
one solo. She had two friends of hers who were choral directors and
voice teachers on hand to listen. While the decision was hers alone,
their input would be of tremendous help in making that decision.

Patrick and Neville had each practiced intently for what was in
essence an audition. Patrick had more natural talent than Neville, but
Neville's voice had received better training. To the casual listener,
they both sounded like young angels as they sang their hearts out.

The class was the last one of the day. The students quickly headed
for their lockers to put away some books and to gather other books
and their coats. There were no afterschool activities that day.

"You sounded really good," Patrick told Neville.

"Of course, I did. My voice teacher helped me and I practiced hard."

Patrick couldn't miss that Neville hadn't thanked him or returned the
compliment. He had grown used to Neville's snootiness. He was
convinced that underneath his outward coldness there was a warm
heart. Patrick had seen hints of it and wasn't ready to give up on
getting Neville to show his real self.

"It is a good thing that Mrs. Bailey is giving you a chance to sing in
the school program, because you can sing pretty well," Neville
sniffed. Patrick's father called that kind of comment "damning with
faint praise" and Patrick was getting a sense of what he meant by it.

Patrick saw Will in the hall and went out to the bus with him. As they
walked down the wide stone steps at the front of the building they
saw Ellis talking to Alden.

"I keep asking Ellis what he and Alden talk about," Will said.

"What does he tell you?" Patrick asked.

"He says they're just good friends, but I don't believe him."

Patrick eyed the two for a moment and said, "They don't look like
friends; Ellis doesn't look happy."

The boys boarded their bus and took their usual seat which was
second row, right. Jeremiah and Tony followed them on board and
sat in their usual seat, fourth row, left side. The two of them didn't
bother to acknowledge Will and Patrick.

"I think Ellis is the one who's telling Jeremiah about all of the stuff we
are doing," Will whispered. "He tells Alden and Alden tells Jeremiah."

"Why would he do that?" Patrick asked. "I think Ellis is really nice."

"Maybe they threaten to beat him up if he doesn't."

"They'd get kicked out of school if they did that."

"Maybe, unless they do it somewhere else."

"But why do they need to know stuff about us?" Patrick asked.

 "I dunno. It's just there's something weird going on. Jeremiah and
Alden are each running for an office against one of the twins, so
maybe Ellis is telling stuff about the twins."

"Like what? There is nothing to tell them about the twins."

Just as Patrick finished, Mark and Matthew sat in the seat behind
them. "What do you mean there's nothing to tell about us?" Mark
asked.

"I know something to tell," Matthew said.

"Oh, yeah? What?" Patrick asked.

"That we like to tell dumb jokes." That got Mark, Matthew, Will, and
Patrick to laughing.

"Will you guys shut up," Jeremiah said. "Some of us like to think on
the way home."

"Jeremiah thinking? This is news." Mark said, leaning over the back
of the second row seat. "I didn't know he could."

"Jeremiah, the noisy one on this bus is you," Mrs. Deaver said. "Be
nice to your fellow students."

"It's always me that gets in trouble instead of those stupid twins,"
Jeremiah said to Tony.

"Are you all signed up to run for office?" Mark asked Patrick and Will,
leaning over the seat again.

"I know you are, Mister President," Patrick said.

"Don't forget that Nerf nuts over there is running." Mark nodded
slightly in Jeremiah's direction, not that there was any doubt about
who he was talking about.

"Jeremiah couldn't get elected to clean toilets," Will said.

"Hey, that's pretty good," Mark told him. "Did you make that up?"

"Nah, my dad says that about guys he doesn't like. He's usually
wrong and they end up winning."

"That won't happen this time," Mark said confidently.

"I'm going to run for vice-president," Will said. "I already signed up."

"You'll be good," Patrick said as he flashed his signature grin.

"Sergeant-at-arms is for me," Matthew said. "Maybe I can punch
somebody out for talking too much at a meeting."

"Like the fifth grade senate is going to have a lot of meetings," Mark
told him.

"Hey, if you're the president you can have meetings just to give me a
chance to punch somebody out."

When the bus arrived at Jeremiah's house, Jeremiah and Tony
pointedly ignored the other four fifth graders as they disembarked.

"Jeremiah is such an asshole," Will said. "Ain't no way he can win that
election. Everybody likes you, Mark, and I don't know anybody who
likes Jeremiah."

It wasn't long until Will was trading fist bumps with his friends as the
bus approached his house. "See you all in the morning."

Mark took over Will's vacated seat as the bus pulled away from its
stop. "Did you sign up to run for student senate like you said?" he
asked Patrick.

"Not yet."

"Don't do it."

"Huh? Why not?"

"You're way too good. Look what a good boss you were for the
Posse. We got everything done on time thanks to you. I think you
should run for vice-president."

"But, I'm only nine," Patrick protested.

"Nobody says you have to wear a sign that says how old you are,"
Matthew said. "Mark's right, you gotta do it."

"But, Will is running and he's our friend," Patrick protested once
again.

"So, just because Will is cool doesn't mean you can't be cooler than
him." Mark said.

"I don't want to make him mad."

"If he gets mad then I guess it means he isn't that cool after all," Mark
said.

"Still, I'd rather just be in the senate."

"You'd be the best veep, ever," Mark said.

"Yep," Matthew agreed. "Then this spring peeps on the train can be
mooned by the Puget Academy fifth grade vice-president. Is that cool,
or what?"

Patrick finally said he would think about it as the bus stopped at his
house.

"Hey Grannana, we're home," Patrick yelled as the three boys roared
into the kitchen.

"I would never have guessed, the way you three tiptoed in so silently,"
the old lady said.

"You're just messing with us, Grannana," Mark said. The twins had
become such a part of the household after school that they
automatically took to calling Maxine, Grannana.

"Yeah, me and Mark are never quiet," Matthew said.

"That is such shocking news," Grannana said with a grin. "There's
chocolate milk and raisin oatmeal cookies on the table for you.
Patrick, you save room for dinner."

"Oh, cool, that means we don't have to," Matthew said as he skidded
to the table and wolfed down a cookie.

"I don't have to say as much to you two," Maxine said. "I don't recall
ever seeing you when you weren't hungry."

Their plates of cookies were gone in a flash. Mark looked up with a
grin and asked if she had more.

"More? More? He wants more?" Patrick said mockingly, taking a line
from the musical "Oliver".

"And he gets no more," Maxine said. "Bottomless stomach or not, I
want to remain in the good graces of his mother." She looked at
Matthew. "And that goes for you, too, young man."

Patrick sang, "Food, glorious food," when he caught sight of Maxine's
glare. "I better go change my clothes," Patrick said meekly.

"And we better go watch him change his clothes," Matthew said.

"You boys behave in there," Maxine said, "or I'll be coming after you
with my broom." Damn, but that boy has a beautiful voice, she
thought to herself.

"Only witches use brooms." Matthew couldn't hold back his laughter
as he rose from his seat. Before he could react he felt the solid
impact of a broom on his ample boy rump. "And Grannanas," he
screamed out, still laughing.

"You boys better believe it." The three boys raced into the hall and
then to Patrick's bedroom.

"Damn, that lady is fast with that broom," Matthew said as he rubbed
his ass cheeks. "And she's got an arm on her."

"Getting broomed is never fun," Patrick said as he pulled off his polo
shirt.

Did you see we have full uniform day on Friday and then on
Tuesday?" Mark asked as Patrick pulled off his pants.

"Both for assemblies," Matthew said. "But wearing a necktie sucks no
matter what, especially on Friday." Friday was often casual day when
a school t-shirt was appropriate dress.

"Are you going to be singing in the Tuesday assembly?" Mark asked.

Patrick surprised him and Matthew by saying, "I hope not."

"I thought you liked to sing and I know you're a good singer," Matthew
said.

"I do like to sing. But if I don't sing on Tuesday, that means I'm
singing in the two night assemblies."

"Totally awesome," Mark said. "I'm rooting for Neville to sing for us on
Tuesday, then."

Matthew noticed Patrick hadn't bothered to put clothes on after
hanging up his uniform pants. "You look good in those tighty-whiteys,"
he said. "It's cool you don't have to dress around here."

"We can be in our underpants at our house most of the time," Mark
said.

"But not as much as we used to because of our dumb sisters being
dumber. They keep telling mom it grosses them out, and sometimes
she listens to them." Matthew said.

"I told them they can wear nothing but panties when we wear just our
underpants," Mark said.

"Yeah, and no bra so their tits hang out," Matthew laughed.

"Yeah, like they even have tits," Mark added which got all three boys
to laughing.

"How much time do we have until our mom comes?" Mark asked.

"About ten minutes," Patrick said.

"Figures. We never seem to have time to eat the cookies and then
give you a blow job," Mark said.

"Yeah, but we don't like passing up those cookies," Matthew added.
"I'm always hungry when I get here." While hormones were starting to
drive the twins, their stomachs often took over control as well.

"Maybe next time," Patrick said. The three boys went to the living
room to watch for the twins' mother.

"At least you two had the good sense to keep your clothes on,"
Maxine said to the twins.

"It's too cold to go out there in your underwear," Mark said.

"But wait until spring," Matthew cackled as their mother drove into the
driveway.

"Maybe another brooming is in order," Maxine told them.

Mark and Matthew screamed out a loud, "NOOOO," each holding
both hands across his butt cheeks  as they raced out of the front
door, their wild laughter racing after them.

++++++++++++

Friday was a big day for the fifth graders at the Puget Academy.
There was a great deal going on, starting with a morning assembly in
the auditorium. For some, the day would be bigger than for others.

Patrick's day started as a day of decision. He knew what his decision
was going to be, but he wasn't going to tell the twins unless they
asked. He understood the twins well enough to know they would ask.

"Hey, Grannana," Matthew said as he and Mark barged into the
house through the kitchen door. Matthew gave her a big, tight hug
accompanied by a large grin.

"You boys are getting big and strong," Maxine said. "You have to
remember that I'm an old lady."

"Hey, I was holding back," Matthew told her.

"How's this for a hug?" Mark asked as he gave her a big bear hug
without the big squeeze.

"Very sweet and very manly," Maxine said.

Mark gave her a big smile and the boys went to find Patrick. They
quickly found him in the dining room, finishing his bacon and eggs.

"Wow, Wombat is eating in his underpants," Matthew said. "There's a
surprise."

"What are you doing eating out here and not in the kitchen?" Mark
asked.

"Grannana said she needed the table for something." Patrick took his
final bite and carried his dishes to the kitchen.

"I hope that's not the same underpants we saw you in yesterday,"
Mark said.

"That's gross," Patrick retorted.

"I'm just saying..."

The twins went with Patrick to his bedroom. As he dressed they
pestered him with questions, including the big one. "Did you make up
your mind to run for veep?" Mark asked.

That was the question he'd expected about the decision he'd made
the night before. He talked it over with his father and with Grannana
before deciding. Both of them made him feel good about what he was
going to say.

"Yeah, I'm going to do it. My dad says it's always good to reach for a
goal. I'll tell Will it's nothing against him."

"That's awesome, Patrick," Mark said. "We're both gonna win; you're
gonna be my veep."

"And I will protect you as the sergeant-at-arms," Matthew added.

Patrick gave Will the news of his decision to run against him for vice-
president. Will was a bit taken aback at first, but ended up being
gracious about the decision, especially after Patrick told him it was
nothing personal.

"We're cool, Patrick. I'm kind of glad you're running for something,
even if it's against me. If Ellis can run, then so can you. I wonder if
anybody else is running or if it's just us two."

"I don't know," Patrick said. "I hope it's just us two."

"I have an idea," Mark said, leaning over the seat from behind as he
and Matthew so often did when they wanted to keep what they had to
say confidential.

"What?" Will and Patrick asked in unison.

Mark looked back quickly as if to check that Jeremiah and Tony were
out of hearing range. "Don't tell anybody you're signing up," he told
Patrick, "except for Ellis."

"Somebody has to be my second," Patrick said.

"Me or Matthew will do it." Any student signing up for office needed to
have a second go with him to the office. Nobody was sure why,
except it was in the constitution. Most of the boys decided it was to
prove that somebody could get at least one vote.

"So, I don't get to tell Misha or Neville?"

"Tell Ellis before school starts. He'll be the only one to know. I bet a
zillion dollars that Jeremiah will know by the end of lunch." Patrick
remembered that Mark thought Ellis was their information leak.

"I've been wondering how Jeremiah keeps knowing everything. I
thought it was Neville telling him," Will said.

"Me, too," Mark said, "but now I think it's Ellis."

"And we were all kind of starting to like him."

When the bus unloaded at school, Jeremiah grinned at his four fifth
grade classmates. "See you later, girls."

"I thought our school was boys only," his shadow, Tony, said.

"What was that about?" Will asked after they passed.

"I think he knows we were talking about him," Matthew said.

Before class started, Patrick made sure to say hello to Ellis. "I think
I'm going to join you in running for office," Patrick said.

"You're going to run for treasurer?" Ellis asked. He knew he wouldn't
have a chance of winning against somebody as popular as Patrick.

"No, for veep."

Ellis wished him luck. At morning break he sought out Alden. By
lunch Alden had informed Jeremiah, who took some quick action.

The program that morning was a one-act Christmas play put on by
the North Lake High School drama department called "It's a
Wonderful Neverland." The audience consisted of the students of the
Puget Academy and the Annie Fuller Day School.

"Do you see her?" Mark asked after Mr. Jackson's class took their
seats in the auditorium.

"Yeah, there she is," Matthew said as he spotted Madison, one of the
girls they'd met at the school Halloween Party.

"She is so fine," Mark said.

"I wish we could sit with her."

"She never called us or texted us and we gave her our phone
number."

"I texted her," Matthew said, "but she never texted back either."

"I don't care, she's still fine."

The boys enjoyed the forty-minute play, but not enough to "have to
put a necktie on for," Matthew said as they returned to class.

"Madison was worth it, though," Mark said.

"Do you think she saw us?"

"I'll text her tonight and find out." Which he did, but he never received
a reply.

After eating lunch, Patrick went to the office and signed up to run for
office.  Matthew went with him as his second. After signing up, he and
Matthew went to the indoor play area, where Jeremiah accosted
them.

"Hey, Patricia, I hear you're gonna run for veep," Jeremiah taunted.

"I am going to run," Patrick said matter-of-factly, ignoring Jeremiah's
slight.

"So is Tony," Jeremiah said, "just to make sure you don't win. We
can't have girls winning elections." Except for himself, Jeremiah was
more concerned about who he didn't want to win than who the winner
would be. He wanted everybody in the Posse to lose. He was
becoming obsessed with his dislike for the twins and their friends, in
particular those friends who were part of the Puget Posse.

"Well, that proves it," Matthew said as they quickly walked away from
Jeremiah, "Ellis is the narc."

"But why?" Patrick asked. "I like Ellis. I thought he was our friend."

"I dunno, but I bet he's not doing it because he wants to. He's just the
kind of dude Jeremiah and Alden like to pick on."

"So what are they doing? If they beat up Ellis, they get kicked out of
school."

"I sure want to find out before they really mess him up."

"Maybe they already did," Patrick said. That was something that
frightened him some. If Jeremiah and Alden messed up Ellis, they
could also mess him up.

The last bit of news on Friday was the vote for the dioramas. Each
fifth grade teacher made the announcement to their class just before
the end of sixth period.

Mr. Jackson announced the top six finishers. The sixth and fifth place
finishers were both from Mrs. McCann's class. "In fourth place is the
Fantastic Five." That brought a rousing cheer. "In the third is the
Jumping Kangaroos." They were one of Mr. Jackson's teams and the
class once again cheered wildly and the members stood up and
bowed.

The Puget Posse sat on the edge of their seats, wondering if one of
their projects finished in the top two. "In second is the Puget Posse's
ski diorama." That had Matthew, Neville, and Patrick standing up to
take their bows. "And in first place," Mr. Jackson paused a moment
before saying, "the coal mine of the Puget Posse." That brought one
more big cheer, with Mark and Misha taking their bows.

"And that, gentlemen, gives our five teams the top four places this
year. The X-Brains finished eighth, by the way, with an excellent
diorama. You guys saw how good they all were. The voting was hard
for us teachers, so I know it was hard for you. Great job by the entire
class."

"Mr. Jackson's class is Number One," Matthew shouted out, and that
got the biggest cheer of the afternoon.

The final bit of news came during seventh period and involved Neville
and Patrick. Mrs. Bailey called the two boys into the hall after the bell
starting class rang.

"I told you I would have my decision for singing the solos, today."

"Yes, ma'am," Patrick said. He and Neville were both certain that the
sound of their thudding hearts could be heard echoing off of the walls
of the hall.

"You are both very talented singers. Two of the best I have had in
class, which makes this a very difficult decision. Plus you are both
very nice, polite gentlemen."

Just get on it with it, Neville thought, impatience taking him over.

"I have decided for Patrick to sing the two evening solos and for
Neville to sing the solo for the school program. Congratulations to
both of you."

Neville gave Patrick a look that could melt steel as the two boys
returned to the classroom. "I'm better," he said once he was certain
Mr. Bailey couldn't hear them. Patrick tried not to listen to him, but his
words hurt.

Of course somebody had to get the last word about the dioramas in
on the way home. "You guys know you cheated," Jeremiah said as
the boys walked to the bus loading zone. "There's no way you could
be first and second without cheating."

"Jeremiah, if you were twice as smart, you'd still be stupid," Matthew
said.

"Shut up."

"I guarantee they didn't cheat," Will said, "so go climb back up in your
monkey tree."

"You can say what you want," Jeremiah said, "but I know the truth,
and I'll make sure the whole fifth grade knows before the election.
You guys are all going down."

"Yeah, well, I could call you stupid, but that would be an insult to
stupid people," Mark shot back.

The talk died out when they boarded the bus. "Don't listen to him,"
Will said after he, Patrick, and the twins took their seats, "he's just
jealous of you guys."

"I know, but he's a sneaky liar and I don't trust him."

"Hey, Patrick, did you get the singing gig?" Matthew asked.

"I will be signing solo in the two evening concerts," Patrick said.

"That totally kicks ass." Mark squeezed Patrick's shoulders. "I now
have a big singing star for a friend."

"What did Neville say?" Will asked.

"All he said was that he was better."

"Neville really pisses me off, sometimes," Matthew said. "I think I'm
going to rip him a new one on Monday."

"Rip him a new what?" Will asked.

"I don't know. I just hear older kids say it, and it sounds good to me."

The next week was the last one before vacation started. It seemed to
fly by. Monday got off to a good start when Neville walked up to
Patrick as he put his coat into his locker. "I hope you sing really well,
Patrick." That was as close as Neville could come to an apology for
his snit on Friday. Patrick let the twins know that Neville didn't need a
new whatever it was they thought he needed.

The Christmas concert was a huge success on Tuesday. Neville was
in top form when he sang his solo, and while he'd made peace with
Patrick, he made sure his fellow Posse members knew how good he
was by the quality of his performance.

The parents and friends concert was that night, with Patrick singing
solo. He brought tears to the eyes of his father, Uncle Ted, and
Grannana, not to mention a few other adults in the audience. While
Neville's singing was very technically correct, Patrick was able to put
beauty and emotion into his voice that Neville couldn't quite touch. On
Thursday night he sang at St. Luke's Church. He had the same effect
once again. The acoustics of the church seemed to enhance the
beauty of his boy soprano even more.

The twins and their parents weren't able to attend the Tuesday
program, but they did attend on Thursday. Misha went with them and
was overcome by the beauty and innocence in his friend's voice.

"You were awesome last night," Mark said when he and Matthew
arrived at Patrick's house the next morning. They were pleased to
see that Patrick had gone back to wearing just his socks while eating
breakfast.

"Thanks," Patrick said, modestly. But then a little bit of ego took hold
and he asked them if he was as good as Neville.

"Neville is really good and we told him that after he sang at the school
program," Matthew said.

"But, you were way better," Mark finished.

Patrick smiled and put his dishes into the dishwasher. "Thanks," he
said again.

"And I bet you look better naked than he does," Mark added.

"Yeah, because I can tell his ass is not near as nice as yours." Patrick
blushed a full body blush, which the twins didn't fail to notice.

Not everything during that week was positive. Even though the
election campaigning wouldn't be until January, Jeremiah and Alden
used a couple of their foils to get the rumor mill started regarding the
Posse. They cheated on their project was one of the rumors. Rumor
had it that there were witnesses who heard the twins threaten Ellis
because he was friends with Alden and Jeremiah.

"Is it true you said you'd beat up anybody who voted against you?"
one boy from Mr. Nash's class asked Mark in the hall on Friday
morning.

"No, it's a lie," Mark said trying to keep from being irritated.

"I heard you beat kids up on your baseball team last summer and got
kicked off the team for it," the kid said. If Jeremiah had shown his
face right then Mark would probably have punched him out.

"That's not true either," Mark said, even though the part about being
kicked off of the team was.

"My dad told me that politicians always lie, that's why I'm voting for
Caleb. He's not saying nasty things about everybody." Caleb was a
boy in Mr. Nash's class who was also running for class president. He
was a quiet, easy going boy, who was very athletic and much
stronger than his laidback manner indicated.

The boy walked away before Mark could say anything. The campaign
wasn't supposed to start until January, and already Jeremiah and his
friends were slinging mud. Mark had never felt helpless or intimidated
by anybody. He was confident he could handle any person in any
situation, yet Jeremiah was slowly eating into that self-assurance.

School would be out for vacation at noon, which was both good and
bad. Jeremiah and Alden couldn't inflict any more damage, but Mark
wouldn't be able to repair the damage already done.

One of the strengths of the twins was their ability to compartmentalize
what was going on around them and not dwell on issues they could
do nothing about. It was a strength many adults failed to ever
achieve. Mark left his issues with Jeremiah at school for the time
being and enjoyed being away from school and on vacation.

Saturday, the first day of vacation, was Mark and Matthew's eleventh
birthday. They each received I-Tunes gift certificates and the family
went out to dinner at a seaside restaurant north of Seattle. Their
major gifts would come on Christmas and on their half-birthday in
June.

There was one "gift" they did want, and after the family prepared for
bed, they snuck out into the bedroom hallway and knocked on
Michelle's door.

"I know who it is, so go away," she said. "I want to sleep."

"We know Megan is there with you," Mark told her. "And besides, it's
our birthday so you have to be nice to us."

"We've been nice to you all day and it wasn't fun."

"Just let us talk to you. We won't take long."

"Okay," Michelle conceded, "but just for a minute."

Mark and Matthew entered their sister's room. They were correct
about Megan being there as well. She was under the covers of the
bed with Michelle. The bare shoulders of their twin sisters gave the
boys a pretty good idea of what they were wearing and what they
planned on doing together that night.

"You two might as well have the same bedroom like me and Mark,"
Mark said. "You sleep together most of the time, anyway."

"Just on weekends," Megan corrected.

The boys were each wearing nothing but a t-shirt, which covered their
privates. The girls didn't miss the fact that the hem of each shirt was
poking out in the region of the boys' groins.

"Since we're eleven now, that means we're grown up just like the
boys in your classes that you keep telling us about," Mark said.

"Yeah, and that means we can be really horny," Matthew added.

"Which means you can give us blow jobs, now," Mark said.

"Which would be a super awesome birthday present," Matthew
continued.

"And it would be free."

"You two are sex fiends," Megan told them.

"And besides, those boys are all twelve now," Michelle said, letting
the Things know they would never catch up.

"Yeah, just like you," Matthew answered. "You know you two are
naked and were going to do stuff."

"We were nice and didn't even come into your room naked," Mark
said.

"Maybe after you give us blow jobs we could sleep with you,"
Matthew added. "It would be the best birthday present ever."

Mark lifted up his t-shirt, exposing his hairless pubescent boner. "See,
I'm horny just like the boys at your school. And my dick is getting
bigger in case you haven't noticed."

"It makes it better to suck on," Matthew said.

"First, we are not naked," Michelle said. "We have panties on."

"Then what are those things on the floor?" Mark asked, causing both
girls to blush. "You don't need to lie to us. We don't care if you do sex
together; me and Mattie do it all the time."

"We don't want to suck your little things tonight because you're both
so immature," Michelle said.

"See us at your half-birthday," Megan said, "we might do it then."
Realizing what she'd said, she held her hand to her mouth as
Michelle glared at her.

Mark dropped his t-shirt back down. "Okay, we heard what you said.
We'll see you then, if not before."

"Now me and Mark are going to sixty-nine and wish it was you two
sucking us."

"Or Madison," Mark said.

"Yeah, Madison would be cool."

The boys returned to their room to enjoy birthday sex with each other.

The Posse did something between Christmas and New Year's Day
that helped with the bonding of the group and parted some of the
curtain of bad feeling that surrounded Neville. The twins invited the
other three members to go to the mountains with them to go inner-
tubing. All three accepted.

The twins were avid skiers and also enjoyed snowboarding, but Scott
and Kristy convinced them that inner-tubing at the hill near the
mountain chalet they often stayed at would work on this trip. They
ascertained that none of the other boys had ever skied or
snowboarded. In fact, Neville and Misha had never been in the
mountains when they were covered with winter snow.

For the first time, the five boys did an overnight together. Kristy put
together a big pot of spaghetti with lots of garlic toast and wasn't
surprised to see it all disappear, although her own boys seemed to
inflict more than their share of the damage.

While the twins' bedroom had enough space for the five of them, they
all agreed it would be more fun to sleep in the family room where all
of them would have sleeping bags laid out on the floor.

It would be nice to say that this sleepover completely set the tone for
how some of their subsequent ones would go, but in many ways the
boys were surprisingly shy. The fact that they didn't play truth-or-dare
or jump into each other's sleeping bags didn't mean that a few doors
weren't opened.

They stripped down to their underwear after dinner and spent their
time in the family room. They started a game of Risk. It was the first
time Misha had played the game, and he fell in love with it. He not
only loved the fact that it was a strategic game, but he was taken by
the fact that it could also be a game of subterfuge.

Misha used a combination of his strategic skills and lucky rolls of the
dice to win the game. "Damn, Wolverine, are you sure you never
played this before?" Mark asked.

"I am very sure. But it's like chess with lots of strategy."

"Misha is now the czar of the world," Mark said.

"Yep, he's the mad Russian czar," Patrick said.

"Maybe we should call him the czar instead of the Wolverine."

"We are still animals," Misha said, unaware of the irony in what he
was saying, "so I will stay being an animal. I am still the Wolverine."

"Wasn't it you guys' birthday a few days ago?" Patrick asked.

"Yep," Matthew answered, "we're eleven now."

"And our dicks are bigger than when we had the challenge," Mark
added.

"Yep, we measured."

"Maybe we all should measure," Mark said.

"I knew this would become about being naked and sex," Neville said.
"You said it wouldn't," he told the twins.

"No, we said you wouldn't have to do anything," Mark told him.

"How about if we just show off our weenies, just so we can kind of tell
how big we all are," Matthew said.

"We never got to see everybody's at the challenge," Patrick said. He
was much more interested in cocks and sex at age nine than Neville
seemed to be at age ten.

"As long as I do not have to do anything else," Neville said, making
his first big concession in the sexual byplay of the team. Deep inside,
he was wishing more would happen, but afraid of what everyone
would think if he suddenly became interested in sexual things. But, he
and Dylan were sexually active two or three times a week, and he
and Cody had now jerked each other off twice. He just was not yet
ready to expand his interests to his schoolmates.

"Fair enough," Patrick said, who became the first to pull down his
underpants and show off his junk. His stubby little cocklet was rock
hard. "I don't think I've grown much yet." Misha was almost drooling
as he stared at Patrick's smooth pubic area.

"You're only nine," Mark said, acting the role of the grownup, mature
boy. "Mine didn't grow when I was nine."

Mark then pulled down his undies. His boner was hard and throbbing
with his heartbeat, its head red and seemingly begging for action.
Matthew followed suit and the brothers had themselves on display.

"What do you think? You guys saw us naked then, and since then,
too. Have we grown bigger?"

Everyone agreed they probably had, although nobody could tell for
sure. That left Misha and Neville to show their wares. Neville looked
at Misha, and, reading his mind, Misha nodded. The two yanked their
briefs down together.

"Wow, Neville, nice boner," Mark said. He meant it sincerely,
especially since he wasn't sure that Neville was capable of springing
one. Since both boys were uncut, they garnered a little extra
attention.

The boys decided to measure themselves, so that the next time they
showed off to each other they would know for certain if their boy
cocks had grown. Mark wished he could be the official measurer, but
in deference to Neville they each measured themselves.

Mark and Matthew had grown by a quarter inch. Patrick was the
same as he'd been at the challenge, still under three inches. Misha
was the same as well, but he still impressed everyone with his length
in the four inch neighborhood. Neville grinned when he measured his.

"What are you smiling about?" Mark asked.

"I am bigger than Patrick," he answered.

"Way to go, Neville," Patrick said. All four of the other boys suspected
that Neville was cheating so that he wouldn't be the smallest.

The boys pulled up their underpants, and time was spent peeing and
brushing and taking care of pre-sleep business. Before crawling into
their sleeping bags, the twins compromised on their promises to
Neville by kicking off their boxers, but keeping their t-shirts on. Patrick
and Misha followed suit. The five boys were soon in their sleeping
bags. All five of them knew what the rustling noise in Mark and
Matthew's sleeping bags was, and what the whispered moans had
been about, but none of them made any comments.

Even though not much happened the night of their first full sleepover,
a door had been opened a crack, never to close.

The day at Stevens Pass was a blast for everybody. They'd gone
inner-tubing, had snowball fights, wrestled in the snow, made
snowmen, and had a great time they wouldn't forget. Nobody thought
of Neville's aloofness, or Patrick's background, or the twins' off the
wall personalities. All they thought about was that the five of them
could have a lot of fun together. For the first time, Neville was
honestly happy he hadn't been allowed to change teams.

The twins' parents rented the chalet for the day. It consisted of four
private sections with a living room, bathroom, and kitchen. It was not
set up for overnight stays, although many renters laid out sleeping
bags and air mattresses. The family rented another chalet which had
bedrooms when they came up to the pass for their weekend skiing
trips. They left the chalet by three, an hour or so before darkness,
and were home by four-thirty.

That night, as they slept in their own beds, the five boys relived the
last two days. The day at the pass had been very special in helping
them form a bond of friendship, but the night before at the twins'
house may have been equally important.

All of them knew that school would start on Monday, January
seventh. Vacation had helped the Puget Posse bond, and the starting
of school would quickly put that bonding to the test.

Next: The New Year