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All of the original situations in this story are mine, the rest is the intellectual property of Maddy.</em></font> <FONT color=red><big><I><br> <br> <big><big></I></big><br> </b> <font size="+6"><big> <em>Part 5 </em> </I></font><br> <font size="-1"></b></font></font> <p><font size="3">The door bell rang and Gaby's tummy convulsed.  I really don't want to be here, doing this. She thought to herself. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Promise me you won't deck anybody this time. Asked Maddy as she heard Carol going to answer the door. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> If he tries to kiss me or anything else, I will probably hit him. Remember, despite all this, and he gestured to the clothing and the false breasts, I'm still a boy, and a straight one. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Tell him we don't allow kissing on the lips on first dates. Said Maddy trying to head off a potential problem. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Is this a date? Jeez, I hadn't thought of it like that. My first date with a boy, what a mess! </font></p> <p><font size="3"> What about James? asked Maddy, now doing a wind up job. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Carry on, and I shan't come. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Okay Gabs, keep your tits on! </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Very funny, not! </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Come on girls, your escorts await. Called Carol. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Wow! exclaimed both boys as the terrible twins made their entrance. The boys were suitably impressed, it seemed. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> What time is this thing supposed to end? asked Carol of the boys. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> About 11.00pm Mrs Peters. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I want them safe home here by 11.30 at the latest. No excuses accepted. 11.30 here, got it! </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Yes Mrs Peters. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Have a good time, she said to each of the girls, and gave each a little kiss as they left. </font></p> <p><font size="3">William's father was waiting in the car,  Hello ladies, he said,  If I was twenty years younger, I'd be asking you out myself. You both look stunning. </font></p> <p><font size="3">Gaby just blushed and tried to make herself small, but Maddy smiled, and acknowledged the compliment.  Thank you Mr Bugler, she said quietly back. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Was that you in the paper? Harry asked Gaby. Then before any answer was possible,  Is your mum, really Jenny Bond the world champion, and & . </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Fraid so, sighed Gaby. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Wicked! said Harry, calculating how many points this would score over the local opposition. He had probably the prettiest girl he'd ever seen sitting next to him, and she was daughter of a world champion. How much better could it get? </font></p> <p><font size="3"> No wonder you left us for dead the other day. You race as well don't you? And I bet you're a champion too. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> She's been asked to race down here on Sunday. Interrupted Maddy trying to change the subject with subtlety. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Where, who's asked you? Can we come and watch. I've never seen a bike race. You coming Wills? </font></p> <p><font size="3"> You bet, you racing too Maddy? </font></p> <p><font size="3"> No, too long for me. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Dad can we go see Gaby race on Sunday? asked William of his dad. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> If it means I don't have to take your mother shopping, of course. But don't tell her. He laughed back to his son. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> This may be a bit early, I haven't agreed to race yet. Said Gaby, blushing furiously. If it was Drew, there'd be little question about it at all. But Drew would have to stay in the background for this one.  I have to speak to my parents first, and then see what the bike is like? </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Who's asked you? asked William. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Weymouth Bikes, I think it was. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I think I know which shop you mean, said Geoff Bugler,  I bought William his first bike there. But that was years ago, I think it's changed hands since then. I believe the chap who has it now used to race himself, pretty good by all accounts. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> What sort of bikes does he do? asked Maddy. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I couldn't tell you, replied Bugler senior.  I'm not into them at all, as long as they've got two wheels and handlebars, I can't tell one from another. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> What sort of bike have you got at home? Harry asked Gaby. </font></p> <p><font size="3">Maddy interrupted again,  Which one, she's got about five. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Oh! said Harry suddenly feeling inadequate. He was counting on just one and he could then ask sensible questions, without showing his ignorance. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> What sort are they? </font></p> <p><font size="3"> A Klein, an Orange, a Trek frame, and my usual race bike is a Tifosi frame but we changed the wheel set, my mum sent me over a set of Campags with 24 speed. They are brill. </font></p> <p><font size="3">Geoff Bugler looked back in his mirror, the girl who'd hardly said anything since getting in the car, was now vibrant and her whole person lit up as she talked about bikes. A girl who was into bikes! Her mum is a world champion, but even so it was unusual. He then recalled Rose, what was her surname? That's it Rosie Thorner, she was into motorbikes in a big way. But Rosie was built like the back of a bus, plain as a mirror tile. This one was a cracker, an absolute cracker. Then he thought,  I hope William isn't going to ask me for a new bike that costs an arm and a leg,  cos of his infatuation with these two beauties.  Cos he can think again if he does. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I can't believe this is happening to me, thought Harry,  I shall wake up in a moment, and find it's all been a dream. She's a cracker and her mum's a world champion. It does not get any better. Eat your heart out Ronnie Cheeseman. </font></p> <p><font size="3">Whilst Drew under Gaby's exterior, was thinking some not unsimilar thoughts, at least for the first bit.  This isn't happening. I'm stuck here with these two clowns, neither of whom know a front wheel from a seat post, with them thinking I am a neat bit of stuff. Now they want to come and watch me race. What has my mother got to do with anything? If they want to date her they need to speak to my dad. This is like a bad dream. </font></p> <p><font size="3">The car pulled up a few minutes later outside the village hall, the place was lit up like a Christmas tree and the noise associated with a disco dance was emanating from within. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I shall be back at quarter past eleven. Be ready. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Yes dad. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Have a good time. With that he drove off, leaving Maddy, Gaby and the two boys outside the hall. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Gabs, can I ask you a big favour? asked Harry. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> What? came out of Drew's mouth while he readied himself to knock the boy senseless, if that was possible, if he misbehaved himself. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> There's a boy inside who is always putting me down. It would mean a great deal to me, if he was to think you were my girlfriend. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> What do you mean? </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Well if you could just pretend for this evening, that you were my girlfriend. You know, pretend we were an item. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> But I hardly know you. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I know that Gabs, but he doesn't. So, if you were to walk in with me holding my arm around you, like this. Drew felt himself stiffen, he wanted to know more before he committed himself to any more hare brained schemes. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Why does he put you down? </font></p> <p><font size="3"> He's a bully, and he throws his weight around. He's bigger than me, he's stronger than me and he does what he likes regardless of other people's feelings. He's made Will's and my lives miserable for as long as I can remember. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> You see, Maddy and you coming here with us is just ace. Two real hot chicks, with a couple of losers like us. That'll piss him off to start with. </font></p> <p><font size="3">Drew, hated bullies having been bullied himself on occasion. He was almost ready to help, but the price felt too high. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> If I do help, then one thing. I don't do kissing on the mouth. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Sure, anything you say Gabs, no kissing on the lips. Can I kiss you on the cheek? </font></p> <p><font size="3"> If you must, I suppose so. Inside was screaming,  NO.  Just don't push your luck. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Okay Gabs, and thanks. With that he kissed her on the cheek. Maddy saw this and waited for the sound of a slap. It didn't happen, it puzzled her. </font></p> <p><font size="3">Further puzzled, she watched as Harry slipped his arm around Gaby's waist and they went inside, William did the same with her. She followed on to see what happened next. </font></p> <p><font size="3">Several kids came up to greet them, and were introduced. The boys were wide eyed, the girls defensive. The foursome, moved to some vacant seats, the boys putting their jackets on them to mark their ownership. The girls sat down. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Would you like a drink Gabs? </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Yeah, I'll have a glass of juice of some sort. </font></p> <p><font size="3">William had done the same with Maddy. Being alone together, she leant over to Gaby and said,  Your being very tolerant, he's had his arm around you and kissed you on the cheek. I'm impressed. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> He wants to get his own back on some bully who will be here. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> That requires him kissing you? </font></p> <p><font size="3"> It might, he wants me to pretend I'm his girlfriend. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Okay, do what you have to, but remember it's only pretend, so don't get carried away. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I don't think there's much chance of that. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> The famous last words of many a teenage mum. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Very funny! Look out here come Pinky and Perky. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Here you are Gabs. Say, do you want to dance? asked the love struck boy. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Yes, I think I would. Inside the message was,  I was expecting this sooner or later, lets show him I can't dance. </font></p> <p><font size="3">The four of them bounced around to the music, like many of the other teenagers. The louder and faster the beat, the more many seemed to enjoy it. In some ways, Gaby was one of these. As long as it was fast and noisy, she was safe. Then a slow one was played and Harry pulled her towards him,  Please, he said quietly. She played along and he put his hand around her holding her head on his shoulder. Gaby was still shorter than him, even with heels on. </font></p> <p><font size="3">She pretended she was dancing with Maddy, holding on to Harry and resting her head on his shoulder. Maddy was doing the same with William. She threw Gaby a wink, and they smiled at each other. </font></p> <p><font size="3">After half an hour, they were hot and tired, they returned to their seats. The drinks were very welcome.  Well hello, who have we got here? </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Hi Cheeseman, this is my girlfriend Gaby and this is Will's girlfriend Maddy. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> What are angels like you doing with these pipsqueaks? Why don't you come over with me and my mates, we know how to show two babes like you, a real good time. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Push off Cheeseman, these ladies are spoken for. Said William, standing to his full height, but Cheeseman was still a couple of inches taller. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Oh, big tough guy, please don't hurt me. He mocked.  I don't believe in violence in front of the girls, but if you want to try me, just step outside, anytime. He poked William in the chest. To emphasise his point. Then did the same to Harry. He made a mock bow to the girls,  Ladies, when you want a real man, do come and visit. Then he swaggered off, to join a group of boys and one or two girls who had been watching the proceedings, and who laughed with him when he joined them. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> That's him? asked Gaby. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> That's him. Agreed Harry. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Well I think you did really well, both of you. Said Gaby, and pecked him on the cheek. Harry, blushed and blustered, unable to find the right words with his mouth. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Will you dance some more? </font></p> <p><font size="3">  kay. They spent another half an hour dancing. This time Gaby quite enjoyed it, she felt safe with this boy. He had a sort of courage which had been tested against a bigger opponent, yet he hadn't been seduced into some suicidal fight to impress her. It was a bit like her alter ego, Drew would probably have acted similarly, wherever he was, it seemed a long way away, </font></p> <p><font size="3">The evening continued with dancing and sitting to drink and recuperate. It was quite warm, and the steady supply of drinks were essential. Harry and William kept them both supplied adequately. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> That boy over there is drinking rather a lot of water. She pointed to a young man whom she had watched drink over two litres of water in a relatively short time. He had been dancing like something possessed, then more water, then more dancing, then more water, lots of it. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> There's no one pushing pills around here is there? </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Dunno, they don't appeal to me. Said Harry,  Why? You surely don't use  em? </font></p> <p><font size="3"> No way, but that boy over there in the black shirt, he seems to be drinking rather a lot. I've been watching him. If I didn't know better I say he'd taken something. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> What like  E', you mean. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Yeah something like that. </font></p> <p><font size="3">As they watched a drama unfolded before them. The boy in question went to dance and in mid gyration, he fell. But he didn't get up again. The girls around him began to scream. </font></p> <p><font size="3">A crowd began to gather around the prostrate boy.  Come on Danny, get up, stop messing mate. </font></p> <p><font size="3">Gaby and Harry pushed their way to the front.  Anybody checked his pulse? asked Harry. So he did, feeling for the beat of his artery in his neck. He bent down, trying to see the boy's chest rise and fall. It wasn't.  Get an ambulance he's not breathing. </font></p> <p><font size="3">Gaby bent over him too.  Can you do CPR? asked Harry. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I've done it on dummies. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> You blow, I'll pump. Fifteen to two, ready? </font></p> <p><font size="3">Gaby nodded, lifted the boys head to make sure his tongue wouldn't get in the way and putting her mouth over the fallen boy's breathed twice into his. His chest rose and fell a little each time. </font></p> <p><font size="3">Harry, began the pumping. He felt for the end of the sternum or breast bone and three fingers up from it, he pressed his hand, then interlocked the fingers of his second hand and began fifteen compressions. He stopped, they checked, no breathing so they did it again and again and again. </font></p> <p><font size="3">The boy's colour had gone blue grey, especially around his mouth, but now it was pinker, if not exactly a healthy pink. It was also covered in Gaby's lipstick. </font></p> <p><font size="3">Maddy and William, plus a whole host of others stood around in astonishment as they watched the pair try to keep the boy alive. </font></p> <p><font size="3">The sweat was running down Harry's face with the effort, and Gaby was feeling tired with the tension and trying to make sure she made a good seal around the boys nose and mouth. </font></p> <p><font size="3">The sound of sirens filled the air, and moments later two paramedics carrying their emergency bags rushed in.  Keep going, kids, it will take us a moment to set up. They shouted, so they did, and again. The paramedics took over. They made it look so easy. They cut the boys shirt off him, no messing around. The put a monitor thing on him and called for everybody to stand clear, then they defibrillated him. It took three goes, but they got a signal at last, he was breathing by himself and his heart was beating. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I think he might have taken something, he was drinking such a lot of water and dancing like something possessed. Gaby told this to the paramedic, who had arrived in a car. He thanked her. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Was it you two who did the CPR? </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Yes said Harry, I'm knackered. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> It's hard work , but at least you kept him from dying. He still could, but at least you gave him a fighting chance. Where did you learn it? </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Me? In the scouts. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> What about you Miss? </font></p> <p><font size="3"> We learned it in school after someone collapsed and died a couple of years ago. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Well done the pair of you. </font></p> <p><font size="3">The boy had been rushed off to Dorset County Hospital in Dorchester, while the extra paramedic was talking to Harry and Gaby. The dance broke up after this drama, most of the kids feeling unable to continue the festivities. It was only half ten. </font></p> <p><font size="3">As the crowd dispersed, several of the revellers came up and congratulated the pair for their prompt action. One of them, perhaps more alert than the rest said,  Hey, you're that girl cyclist that was in the Echo. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Yeah, that's her, her mum's the world champion. Beamed Harry. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> What she doing with a dickhead like you then Palmer? Ride bikes do you darlin', well so do I. You can come and watch me on Sunday if you like, I'll show you how to do it properly. </font></p> <p><font size="3">Harry was about to fly at him, which Cheeseman would have enjoyed, but Gaby restrained him.  Oh I'll be there, you can count on it. I wouldn't miss it for the world. She said to the objectionable youth. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Get rid of Rin Tin Tin here, and I'll show you how to treat a lady, properly. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I shall see you on Sunday, Mr Cheesecake. Said Gaby. </font></p> <p><font size="3">Maddy was so nervous, she was ready to wet herself, Gaby was so angry she was ready to hit him, but decided on a better way. Harry was in love, and William didn't know what to do with himself, but if Harry had pitched into Cheeseman, he'd have been obliged to support his friend, assuming Gaby didn't do it for him. She was quite a girl, was Gaby. Just as well she was with Harry, he didn't think he could cope with her, so he was glad that Maddy had been with him. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I'm going to the ladies, you coming Gab? </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Yeah, okay. </font></p> <p><font size="3">They got through the door, and Maddy looked Gaby in the eye and said,  You're going to race aren't you? </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Even if I have to ride the Giant, yes. I'm going to beat that big heap of cheesecake, and I want to see his face when he realises he's been beaten by a girl. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> But not just any girl? </font></p> <p><font size="3"> No, Jenny Bond's daughter! I hope they've got a decent bike for me to borrow. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> What if your dad says, no. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> He won't, he was bullied in school, he can't stand them. He'll be cool. I hope it will be okay with Aunt Carol and her friend who owns the cottage. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Yeah it will, we could have had it for a fortnight, but we didn't think you could cope being away from your bike for that long. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Quite right too. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Gabs, your lipstick is all over that poor lad's face. I thought you said you weren't going to kiss anyone on the mouth. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I changed my mind, he was unconscious so he didn't actually kiss me. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> You got some more in your bag, better freshen up or mum will think you've been up to no good. </font></p> <p><font size="3">Reluctantly, Gaby refreshed her lipstick, by which time they were able to use the loo and then join the two boys. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> What's the problem? asked Maddy, sensing something wasn't right. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Cheeseman is out there, lurking, like a big fat shark. Said William. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> You're frightened of him, aren't you? said Gaby rhetorically. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> If you'd been beaten up by him, so would you. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> He won't hit you while we're here, so come on, lets go find the car. </font></p> <p><font size="3">She linked her arm through Harry's and they wandered out into the night. Maddy sighed and did the same with William. </font></p> <p><font size="3">They were aware that Cheeseman was lurking about the place, his silhouette was not difficult to spot. Harry tightened his grip around Gaby's shoulder.  It's okay, he's not going to mess with you while I'm here. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Are you going to race on Sunday? asked Harry. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> It looks like it. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Do you think you can beat him? he squeezed her again.  I couldn't bear it if he won, he would be insufferable. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> On the other hand, if I win, he will look pretty stupid. Which should make life a little easier. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I'd like to think so. By the time he had said this, they could see Mr Bugler's car.  There's Will's dad, thank you for being my girlfriend tonight. Can we do it again sometime soon? Please. </font></p> <p><font size="3">Inside Drew was screaming,  No! No way! Not Ever! but somehow Gaby was deaf to the noise.  We'll see. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I'll bet you have a dozen boyfriends at home. Continued the self effacing Harry. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> No it's only eleven. Smiled Gaby, back at his nonsensical statement, with one of her own. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Oh well that's all right then. </font></p> <p><font size="3">They got back to the cottage just before eleven thirty. Harry insisted on seeing Gaby up to the door.  Can we do this again? he pleaded. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> We'll see. Right now I have to get my beauty sleep, and save my energy for Sunday and that big ape Cheeseman. It would be nice to see a cheesecake with egg all over it. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Yes it would. I'll call you tomorrow. Said Harry. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Remember I have to organise a bike sponsor. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I could come with you. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I don't know, I usually consider that sort of thing better on my own. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Oh. He looked crestfallen. He had it bad! </font></p> <p><font size="3">Gaby felt a mixture of emotions. The reality was, she was a boy who loved and was loved by Maddy, so encouraging this other boy was futile. Yet, so absorbed into the role play, the girl in her, felt very confused and very touched and sympathetic to this very gentle boy, who had tried to stand his ground against overwhelming odds. </font></p> <p><font size="3">Before realising what she had done, she pecked him on the cheek, said goodnight and went inside. Maddy who was gob-smacked for a moment, did the same with William. A few minutes later and they heard the car drive away. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> What was all that about, Gaby Bond? demanded Maddy. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> What do you mean? said Gaby shrugging a shoulder. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> You encouraging a boy. He looks like a lovesick puppy. Blow in his ear, and he'd follow you anywhere. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> What is that supposed to mean? I haven't encouraged him. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Your words might not have, but your body language is something else. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I didn't do anything, did I? Gaby began to frown, and looked seriously worried.  I can't help it if he's stupid enough to think I'm a girl. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> From where I'm standing, I can't see anything else. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> So you keep saying. I'm tired, I need to go to bed and I need to get a good bike from those people tomorrow. I'll need to practice on it for a bit before using it in a race. You know yourself how different bikes feel from each other. </font></p> <p><font size="3">They went to bed, but Drew didn't find sleep easy to come by. He was worried by the conversation he'd had with Maddy. Surely he wasn't leading the boy on, was he? If he was then it was only because he didn't know any better. He wasn't that good at flirting as a boy, let alone as a girl! He had little need to. He'd known Maddy forever, and they had felt an affinity for each other for a long time. Long before they started to develop adolescent crushes on each other, oh yes, and the girl with the big euphemisms who played that stupid silver coloured, brass thing. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Gabs, wake up. It was Maddy.  You need to call your dad about this race, remember? </font></p> <p><font size="3"> What, where am I? Argh I ve got tits. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Gabs, of course you've got boobs, said Maddy refusing to join in his vulgarity;  you're a girl this week remember? She poked him again as he lay there trying to open his eyes.  Come on Gabs, I've got your phone here. He shoved something cold against his face and he jumped. She pressed the speed dial,  It's ringing. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Hello, Dave Bond said a voice he knew so well. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Hi dad, it's me Gab..I mean Drew. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I don't want to know, what you are son, as long as you're okay and having a good time. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I am, it's a long story, but I seem stuck as Gaby for the week. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Well that's between you and your Aunt Carol. He said, while thinking, this seems to happen with such regularity. Drew is not stupid, if he didn't enjoy it he wouldn't do it. It seems the only time he's a boy is on a bicycle. It's strange, but if that's how he is, we still love him or her or whatever. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I've been asked to ride in a race on Sunday, for charity. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> On what, you didn't take a bike with you, did you. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> A local shop has offered to loan me one. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> What sort? </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I don't know yet, I'm going to see them today. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I hope Carol is going too. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Yes we're all going. But there's this bully at the local school who intimidates everybody. He's riding on Sunday, and I want to beat him dad, to teach him a lesson. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Won't the fact that you are the Junior British Champion, give him a bit of warning? </font></p> <p><font size="3"> No dad, he thinks I'm a girl. Maddy and me went to a disco with these two boys  cos they asked us to pretend to be their girlfriends.. at this point Dave Bond's imagination went into freefall. Boy friends, girlfriends! What the hell is going on there? He wanted to say quite firmly down the phone,  Make your mind up, are you a girl or a boy, and don't tease the local boys, because you can't deliver! Then the caring and tolerant parent kicked in, and he knew he couldn't say any such thing. If it meant he was soon going to have two daughters, he'd cope somehow. He loved them both, so what the hell! </font></p> <p><font size="3"> If you are playing at being a girl, then I hope you appear suitably dressed and conduct yourself with some decorum when in public. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Yes dad. Can I do the race? </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Of course you can as far as I'm concerned, besides Aunty Carol is in charge, so it's her decision, she's in <em>loco parentis </em>. Just make sure you give it your best shot, even if that is as a girl. Let me know how you get on with the bike sponsor. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I will dad. Thanks dad. I've got lots of photos for you to see. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I'll look forward to that. I hope you've seen Maiden Castle. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Got the photos to prove it. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Good girl, take care on a strange bike. He said while thinking, Christ, he's dangerous enough on his own, what's he going to do on some boneshaker he's only just seen. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I will. Love you dad. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I love you too Dre& .Gaby. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> He said, yes then. Said Maddy. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Of course he did. I told you he can't stand bullies. I hope this bloke's got some good bikes. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> I looked in Yellow Pages, and it said Saracen and Specialized. Does that means he specialises in Saracen? </font></p> <p><font size="3"> No Specialized is as American make, I've never tried one but they're supposed to be pretty good, in the mid range. Popular with tri-athletes I hear, but they're even nuttier than me. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> They go round kissing strange boys then? </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Dunno. Drew looked rather sheepish as he recalled the previous night.  I only pecked his cheek. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> Like this. Said Maddy, doing something similar.  Or like this, or like this? Or li& & . She kissed him on the mouth. And once again he soared into outer space and back again. </font></p> <p><font size="3"> No. I think if he'd kissed me like that I would have remembered it. No I wouldn't, I've forgotten already. 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