This choice: Beth, 11 years old, neighborhood girl selling cookies • Go Back...Chapter #5Beth, 11 years old, neighborhood girl selling c... by: Caramel Cream   "Alright already, I'm coming!" John yelled out to the doorbell that was ringing quite incessantly, he rushed down to the door in irritation, it was Sunday and he was home alone, he liked to enjoy the weekends in peace, neither his parents nor his sisters were around and it was one of the few chances he had to enjoy himself.
"Yeah, who is it?" John asked in clear boredom as he opened the door, only to be greeted by Beth, an 11-year-old girl who was wearing her girl scouts uniform and was carrying quite a hefty and overstuffed bag.
"Hey John, I'm selling some cookies and I really need to make my quota so I get my badge." Beth did her best to give John the most endearing puppy-dog eyes she could muster. "Please buy some."
John was taking aback by the sudden request, but he seemed rather uncomfortable: "Hey Beth, sorry but I need my allowance to buy some new clothes."
This was true; John had gone through quite a few sets of clothing, all thanks to his costly habit of playing strip games, his opponents didn't give them back that often, and he was forced to replace them with his own money.
"C'mon John, I know you can spare some to buy these." Beth opened her bag and showed off the stacks of cookie boxes "They're pretty tasty."
"I can't Beth, I'm sorry." John insisted, but Beth seemed undeterred, she did, however, change her approach,
"Okay then John, how about a different deal?" Beth said, shrinking back and closing her bag, she seemed reticent to try this "I hear you like to play strip games? So let's play."
"What?" John was certainly surprised; was his reputation that widespread that even a teenage girl who just hit puberty knew about it? And was he seriously considering her offer?
"Let's play rock paper scissors, when you win a hand, I take off a piece of clothing and you can have a box for free," Beth began explaining, John wondered if she prepared herself for this eventuality "on the other hand, if I win, you take a piece off and you have to buy a box from me."
After some consideration, John agreed to the game,
"Okay, we'll play out here on the front porch." John was surprised by the final condition Beth made, but that was her plan all along, she was already starting to mess with his head, she knew this game was all about psychological superiority.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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