From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Meadows Book One: Marie's Naughty Sunday   
      
   by  bobandcarole   
      
     Chapter One: Letting the Boys In   
      
   "I don't feel so good, Mommy," I complained.  "I feel a little dizzy."   
      
   How could such a statement make such a drastic difference in the way my   
   whole Sunday morning went after that?  How could it affect so many days   
   and weeks and months that followed?  Perhaps I felt dizzy from standing   
   on the brink of fate, but then which caused which?  I could have said   
   nothing, and gone to church like always, and the story of my life would   
   have read 'Marie was a good girl.  The end.'  That's not how the story   
   goes.   
      
   She felt my forehead, like she always did, and declared I felt a little   
   hot, but not too bad.  My parents discussed my illness, if that's what   
   it was, and came to the conclusion that I should stay home and rest, to   
   ensure I would be well for the first day of school tomorrow.  However,   
   they didn't want to miss church themselves.  They never missed church.   
   Daddy had to pass around the collection, and Mommy played the organ, so   
   they had to be there.   
      
   They decided it wouldn't hurt to leave me alone at home for a few hours   
   until they got back.  After all, I told them, I was eight years old, big   
   enough they didn't have to watch me all the time.  They made me promise   
   to stay inside.  I didn't mind, since I didn't want to go out anyway.   
      
   Minutes after they left, Darren and Rusty rang the porch doorbell.  They   
   weren't surprised to see me.  They said they'd seen my parents leave for   
   church without me, and they came over to see if I wanted to come out to   
   play.  But they were a little surprised I was still in my nightgown, and   
   disappointed when I said I couldn't come out.  Darren and Rusty were the   
   neighbor boys, who lived less than half a mile away.  That's neighbors   
   out here in the country, since they lived on the closest farm to mine.   
   They never had to go to church, so they could do what they wanted all   
   sunday long.  Rusty was in my grade in school, even though he was a year   
   older, and I didn't like him much, but it was better to play with him   
   than nobody at all.  Darren was his big brother, several years older and   
   going into eighth grade.  He was usually nicer to me than Rusty was, but   
   sometimes he acted really strange.   
      
   They'd come all the way over to play with me, and they looked so sad   
   that I couldn't come out that I felt bad about it, so I said they could   
   come in, if they wanted.  They did, and we went upstairs to the game   
   room.   
      
   I felt more than just a little naughty, letting the boys come in when   
   my parents weren't home, and me still dressed in my nightgown.  I was   
   a little embarassed, too.  Because it had been a hot day the day before,   
   and my bedroom was always the hottest room in the house, I'd worn the   
   lightest nightgown I had, my pink silk nightgown with the white lace   
   that came down to just below my panties when I stood up straight.  It   
   had little bunnies dancing all over it, but I knew the boys would be   
   able to see through it and see my panties if I stood between them and   
   any light.  I thought about doing it on purpose and pretending I didn't   
   know.  I didn't dare, but the boys walked behind me on the way up to   
   the game room, and I figured they probably saw my panties a few times.   
   The thought made me feel even naughtier.   
      
   I lived in a big two-storey white stucco house, just me and my parents,   
   and since their bedroom was the biggest room on the first floor facing   
   the south lawn, and mine was up in the attic, the whole second floor   
   wasn't used for much.  One room was a game room and the others were   
   mostly storage or guest bedrooms.   
      
   We played Checkers a while, but it wasn't much fun, two playing and the   
   other having to just sit and watch, and none of us liked Checkers much   
   to begin with.  Then Darren asked if anyone wanted to play Tie-Up.  I'd   
   never heard of it before, but it had to be more fun than Checkers, and   
   it was better than them getting bored and leaving me alone again, so I   
   said okay and asked how to play.   
      
   "One person gets tied up by the others, then tries to get untied,"   
   Darren explained.  "Who should we tie up first?"   
      
   "You've never played it before, Marie, so I think we should tie you up   
   first, okay?" Rusty asked.   
      
   "Well, okay," I agreed.  "What are you going to tie me with?"   
      
   The boys looked around and didn't see anything to use in the game room.   
   "Let's go to your bedroom, and see if we can find something there,"   
   Darren said.   
      
   So we all went upstairs into the attic, which was my bedroom, being the   
   whole attic.  It wasn't as bad as it sounds.  I've seen other people's   
   attics, dark dusty places they only use to store junk they never use.   
   This was a real room, with a large window facing west and walls covered   
   in fancy flowery wallpaper.  It had a big bed in the middle of the room,   
   a bunkbed my parents got because they didn't want to have to get a new   
   bed if they ever had another kid, which they never did.  I could sleep   
   on either bed I wanted, top or bottom.  It was a nice room, and I liked   
   it.  Once again, the boys followed me up the stairs, and I had a good   
   idea what they were looking at, especially when Rusty pretended to fall,   
   but I didn't say anything.  I just felt even naughtier.  We all started   
   looking around my bedroom for something to tie me up with.   
      
   "These will work great!" Rusty cheered, when he saw my hair ribbons on   
   my dresser.  I almost always wore ribbons in my hair, after my uncle   
   kidded me about having such ugly long brown hair that I should hide it   
   with ribbons.  I knew he meant it was beautiful and the ribbons would   
   make it even more beautiful, so I asked him to get me ribbons in all   
   different colors.  He did, and I hung them all from the mirror on my   
   dresser.  Those were the ribbons Rusty was about to grab.   
      
   "No, if we tied them loose, they'd just slip and be too easy to untie,"   
   Darren objected, "and if we tied them tight it would crinkle them all up   
   and she couldn't use them for anything else anymore.  She'd probably get   
   in trouble for ruining them when her parents found out."   
      
   "I don't want to get in any trouble," I informed them, "so either find   
   something else or forget it."   
      
   "How about these?" Rusty asked, pulling a pair of my panties out of an   
   open dresser drawer.   
      
   "Put those back!" I shouted, grabbing them from him and stuffing them   
   back in the drawer and shutting it fast.  They were my favorite ones,   
   with a picture of an angel on the front and "I'm a Little Angel" in gold   
   on the back.  I didn't want him to ruin my favorite pair of panties even   
   if my parents didn't find out.   
      
   "These will do," Darren declared, pulling the thin black leather belt   
   out of the loops of a red velvet skirt in the open closet, and taking   
      
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