Monday, March 10, 2008

Prompt: Code

The Code

The day I was caught in the act unhooking Alice Hogan’s brassiere, my father called sat me down to talk. I knew I was in deep shit, but I was curious. In fourteen years I’d never been in this much trouble. Could it get worse?

"Son, I hear you’ve had quite a day."

I nodded dumbly.

"Men in this family – and you seem to think you are one now – live by a code."

"A code?" I croaked.

He nodded gravely. "A-B-B-Up-Down-Select-Start. Bra comes right off. It’s not really cheating, just a little competitive edge."

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