Best Defense is a Good Offense, Part 2

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BEST DEFENSE IS A GOOD OFFENSE 
PART TWO 



Kevin and his girlfriend, Julie, both had sixth period free, meaning that 
they both had an hour off before football and cheerleading practice. Today 
was different. The principal, Mr. Brumfield, had scheduled a "Just Say No 
to Drugs" meeting after school and insisted that all extracurricular 
activities be rescheduled to begin only after the meeting's conclusion. As 
a result, football players and cheerleaders were expected to attend the 
anti-drug meeting, even though it wasn't mandatory. 

"C'mon, baby, follow me, we gotta move," Kevin said. "We burning daylight 
between now and that fuckin' meeting." 

They hopped in Kevin's Jeep Wrangler together. 

"I gotta new song idea, man," Kevin said, bringing the Jeep to life. 

"Cool." 

"It's like, `Best Defense Is a Good Offense.' It's kinda hard to rhyme, you 
know, but I'm coming up with some words, man, and I got a tune, got the 
chords down. - Hey, let's get high." 

"What about the meeting?" Julie asked. 

"We'll go. We got an hour. You can't expect a man to sit through that shit 
sober, can you?" 

Julie laughed. Kevin pulled into the Circle K. 

"Wait right here, baby. Be right back. My sweet little cousin's behind the 
counter," Kevin said, loping inside. 

"Yoh, my sweet, gorgeous Rosemary," he said, smiling. "Goddamn, why we 
gotta be related, honey, you and me should make love." 

"Oh, shut up," she said. "You're so full of shit." 

"Tell me, Rose, is the coast clear?" 

"You know Bert," she said. "Minute I walked in, he headed out. Nobody but 
me in here." 

"Good, baby," said Kevin. "Gimme some rolling papers and a pack of Marlboro 
Reds. Burning daylight - gotta hustle up to the GHP." 

"Wish I could join you," Rosemary said, taking her cousin's money and 
making change. "Burn one for me." 

"Will do," said Kevin. "Maybe two." 

Kevin pulled off the road, across a cattle crossing and gunned the Jeep up 
a steep grade leading up and around a rolling hill. 

"Hang on, baby," he said, tossing Julie the rolling papers. "Reach in the 
glove box and get that little baggy of weed out. Soon as we get to the top, 
you can roll us a `j.' Your cute little fingers do the job way better than 
me." 

At the top, they looked down across the valley. GHP was Kevin's "Get High 
Place." The only road up was clearly visible. They were too far away for 
anyone to be able to detect what they were doing. It was perfect. 

It was so peaceful. Just a gentle breeze blowing. Both of them buzzed. 

"You know how bad I want to fuck you?" he asked Julie. 

"We can't." 

"I know. Not right now. Got a fucking `Just Say No' meeting to go to, but 
tell me, honey, are you moist between the legs? Are you dripping just a 
tad?" 

She slapped him on the shoulder but laughed. "You're awful." 

"I know, baby. I'm a fuckin' hypocrite. Best defense is a good offense. 
Can't let the fuckers suspect nothing, you know what I mean?" 

"Do you really think we can pull this off?" she asked. "I mean, go to that 
meeting." 

"Shit," Kevin said. "We couldn't pull it off no other way. Want a 
cigarette? We ain't got much time, but it'll keep the buzz flowing." 

"Sure," she said. "How about football practice?" 

"Fuck, all I do is catch a few passes," he said. "Most of the day, I'm off 
by myself punting and placekicking. I love doing that after getting high. 
Just kick the shit out of the fuckin' ball, stand there, watch it soar 
through the heavens and be in awe. Whoa! It's stunningly cool." 

Julie took a drag on the Marlboro, held it for a couple seconds, and her 
thin exhale pierced the gentle breeze. Kevin stared at her. 

"You smoke so cool," he said. "It gets me hard." 

"I know," she replied. 

Then they kissed, their smoky tongues intermingling. With one hand she held 
her cigarette. With the other, she gently rubbed Kevin's cock through his 
jeans. Just a little. Not enough. 

"Holy shit," he said, sighing. "We gotta get back to school. Fifteen 
minutes, that'll be, like, fashionably late. Out in the open air, there 
won't be no smell on our clothes. I got some of that Listermint shit, you 
know, the little plastic strips that dissolve. Before we leave, squirt some 
Visine in our eyes. Chew some gum on the way into the gym." 

"I gotta really try not to be paranoid," Julie said. 

"Just act like you know what you're doing," he said. "Fuck them. I might go 
up to the front of the room and give my testimony. Reaffirm my devotion to 
the baby Jesus. Give `em more than they bargained for." 

They both laughed all the way back to school. 

Kevin Potter was the president of the student body. Julie Brumfield was the 
daughter of the principal. 

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