Date: Sun, 8 Jun 2003 16:03:37 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Red Rocket

                            RED ROCKET
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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Bobby: "Red Rocket?"

Tim: "Yeah, Red Rocket."

Bobby: "Why's it called Red Rocket?"

Tim: "You'll see; it's really cool."

Bobby: "And this is a game we can play with Daddy?"

Tim: "Yeah, Dad will love it."

Bobby: "Okay." *Giggle* "Sounds weird, though."

Tim: "It's not weird, Bobby, it's really cool. You'll see. Come on, Dad
went to bed a half hour ago, he'll be sound asleep. It'll be more fun if he
wakes up while you're doing it."

Bobby: "Okay." *Giggle*

Tim: "Shh! Don't giggle. And keep it down to a whisper. Dad's a heavy
sleeper, but we don't want to wake him up."

Bobby: "You can't wake up Daddy when he's asleep."

Tim: "I know, but just in case. The game only works if we can catch him by
surprise."

Bobby: "We're going to surprise Daddy, Tim?'

Tim: "He's going to be really surprised, Bobby."

Bobby: "And we'll see the Red Rocket?"

Tim: "Oh, yeah, you'll see the Red Rocket."

Bobby: "Okay."

Tim: "Careful with the door. We want to sneak in. Let me get it."

*Cre-e-e-e-e-ak!*

Tim: "Shh!"

Bobby: "It's not me, it's the door."

Tim: "Shh!"

Bobby: "Okay, okay!"

Tim: "Shh! Come on, he's still asleep."

Bobby: *Giggle* "Daddy's asleep."

Tim: "Yeah, he's asleep. Now, let's sneak over to the bed. Quiet, now,
quiet as you can be."

Dad: "Sn-n-n-n-n-nkh!"

Bobby: "Daddy's snoring!"

Tim: "Yeah, shh! We want to surprise him with the Red Rocket."

Bobby: "Yeah, Red Rocket. Is it going to explode?"

Tim: "It'll really explode. I promise. But you got to do it like I told
you."

Bobby: "Have you played Red Rocket with Daddy?"

Tim: "No, I just learned about the game from Willy at school. He told me
about it."

Bobby: "Daddy's going to get mad if the game doesn't work."

Tim: "Help me take the sheet off of him. I sure hope he's still sleeping
naked. I don't want to have to try to take his shorts off."

Bobby: "Should I be naked, too?"

Tim: "No, no, he's the only one needs to be naked. Hold onto that end, we
want to lift it off of him, okay? Lift it nice and high!"

Pause.

Tim: "Not that high, doofus!"

Bobby: "Oooh!"

Tim: "See it. There's the Red Rocket."

Bobby: "Boy, it's big. Lots bigger than mine!"

Tim: "Sure, it's bigger, he's older than us."

Bobby: "Lots bigger than yours."

Tim: "It's what grown-ups have. It's why they have the Red Rocket."  Bobby:
"I don't have a Red Rocket?'

Tim: "Naw, you're just a little kid!"

Bobby: "I'm seven!"

Tim: "Yeah, a little kid!"

Bobby: "Well, you're only eleven!"

Tim: "Well, I'm practically a man."

Bobby: "You are not!"

Tim: "Shh! We'll argue about it later."

Bobby: "Daddy's going to be mad if the game doesn't work."

Tim: "You said that. The game will work. I promise. Okay, here comes the
light. Shade Dad's eyes so the light won't hit him all at once."

*Click! *

Dad: "Hmh, uh, huh, sn-n-n-n-n-nkh!"

Tim: "Good, he's still alseep. Knew he would be. Mom always had to pour
water on him to wake him up when he was really sound asleep. Now we can see
what we're doing. Now, Bobby, get up on the bed, but be quiet about
it. Really careful."

*Squeak, squeak, squeak!*

Tim: "Shh!"

Bobby: "Shhh!"

Tim: "Shhhhh!"

Bobby: "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Tim: "Shh, Already! Now, scoot over between his legs. Don't touch him, you
might wake him up."

Bobby: "You said I had to touch the Red Rocket."

Tim: "You do, just not yet. Okay?"

Bobby: "Okay."

*Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak.*

Tim: "Okay, now, you're ready to play Red Rocket."

Bobby: "Yeah."

Tim: "Reach out and grab hold of it. Carefully."

Bobby: "Ooh, it's warm!"

Tim: "Yeah, that's the Red Rocket. Rockets have to be warm so they'll
explode."

Bobby: "We're not going to hurt Daddy, are we?"

Dad: "Snk! Snk! Huh, huh-huh-huh!"

Tim: "Shhh!"

Bobby: "Shhhh!"

Tim: "Sh! Whew! For a moment I thought you woke him up. Okay, grab him
again. Get a good hold on him this time."

Bobby: "Nice and warm Red Rocket!"

Tim: "Yeah. That's the way. Use both your hands."

Bobby: "Like this?"

Tim: "Yeah, like that. Now, what you have to do is work it back and forth."

Bobby: "It's kind of slippery."

Tim: "Yeah, the outside of it slides back and forth. That's what you
do. Back and forth, nice and slow and easy."

Dad: "Unk, unh, unh! Mmmnnn!"

Tim: "Yeah, that's got it. Daddy's just starting to wake up. Now, you work
it faster now, but don't say anything. Wait until he wakes up and then say
it nice and loud, okay?"

Bobby: "Okay."

Dad: "Nnnh! Nhhhh!"

Bobby: "It's getting sticky! Is he peeing?"

Tim: "No, no, pee is different from this. This is Red Rocket. The Rocket's
warming up."

Bobby: "Yeah, Red Rocket, yeah!"

Dad: "Nnhh! Hmmh?"

Tim: "Okay, Bobby, now really get to moving it. Wait for it, wait for him
to wake up!"

*Squeak, squeak, squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak!*

Dad: "Uhh, hm? Huh? Bobby?"

Tim: "Now, Bobby, now!"

Bobby: "Red Rocket, Daddy!"

Dad: "Uh? Bobby, Bobby what are you, uh! Uh, huh, huh!"

Bobby: "Red Rocket, Daddy, come on, Red Rocket!"

Dad: "Uh, huh, Bobby, wha--? What are you--? Uh! Uh, uh!"

Bobby: "Come on, Daddy, you can do it, you can do it, Red Rocket!"

Dad: "God, uh, Bobby, what are you doing?"

Bobby: "Red Rocket, Daddy, Red Rocket, come on, Daddy, come on, you can do
it, do it for me Daddy, shoot a Red Rocket!"

Tim: "Yeah, Bobby, Red Rocket, come on, do it for Daddy!"

Dad: "Bobby? Tim? God, what's, uh, what's, uh, Guh!"

Bobby: "Come on, Red Rocket, Daddy, Red Rocket, Red Rocket! Show me that
Red Rocket, Daddy, shoot it!"

Dad: "Oh, God, Bobby, you're, uh, God, you're, uh! God, Bobby, yeah, yeah!"

Bobby: "Oh, yeah, Daddy, Red Rocket!"

Tim: "Come on, Daddy, show Bobby that Red Rocket!"

Dad: "Tim, God, you did this, you told Bobby to play with my....God!
Ohhhhhh!"

Bobby: "Come on, Daddy, give me that Red Rocket! I want to see it shoot!"

Dad: "Oh, Go-o-o-o-o-d! God, Bobby, God!" Pant-pant-pant-pant-pant!

Bobby: "Oh, Daddy, the Red Rocket's getting warm. I think it's going to
fire!"

Dad: *Pant-pant-pant-pant-pant!* "Uhhh! Uh, huh, huh, huh!"

Bobby: "Come on, Daddy, Red Rocket, Red Rocket!"

Dad: "Oh, God, uh! Bobby, it's coming, it's coming!"

Bobby: "Yeah, Daddy, Red Rocket. Come on, do it for me, Daddy, give me that
Red Rocket!"

Dad: "Oh, God, oh, God, oh, oh, OH, OH, OH!"

Bobby: "Red Rocket, Red Rocket, come on, give it to me, Red Rocket!"

Dad: "OH, GOD, OH, GOD, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH!"

Tim: "It's coming, Bobby, keep on pumping Daddy's Red Rocket!"

Bobby: "Yeah, come on, Daddy, Red Rocket, Red Rocket!"

Dad: "OH, GOD, OH, OH, OH-OH-OH-OH, HUHGH-HUH, GUHHH!"

Tim: "Whoa!"

Bobby: "Red Rocket, Daddy, Red Rocket!"

Dad: "UHHH, UGHHH! GUHHHH! HANHHH! HUNNNHHHH! HUNNHH-GUHHH!"

Tim: "Wow, Dad, Red Rocket. It's just shooting everywhere!"

Bobby: "Yeah, Daddy, Red Rocket, really shoot it, boy, Daddy, Red Rocket!"

Dad: "OHH-OHHH, HUHH, GUHHH! GAHHH! Uhhh! Uhhhhh! Uhhhh!"

Bobby: "Red Rocket, Daddy, Red Rocket!"  Dad: "Oh, God, oh, God, oh, oh,
oh, oh!"

Tim: "Yeah, Dad, shoot that Red Rocket! Yeah!"

Dad: "Oh, God! Ohhhh! Ohh! Ohhh! Aahhh! Ahhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Bobby: "Wow, Daddy, wow! That was real cool! Yeah, Tim, Red Rocket's a
great game!"

Tim: "It sure is, little brother! It sure is!"

Dad: *Pant-pant-pant-pant-pant!*

Bobby: "Are you okay, Daddy?"

Dad: "Uh, uh, yeah, Bobby, I'm fine. Oh, man, that feels good! God, I
haven't come like that since your Mother left us."

Pause.

Dad: "I'm sorry, baby."

Bobby: "Mommy used to play Red Rocket with you?"

Dad: "Yeah, Bobby, that's one thing Mommies and Daddies do, is play Red
Rocket."

Tim: "Really, Dad?"

Dad: "Yeah, Son."

Bobby: "Well, I want to play Red Rocket with you again, Daddy!"

Dad: "Ooh, oh, not just now, Son. Red Rocket is a game you can't play over
again right away."

Tim: "Boy, Dad, that was amazing."

Dad: "You put Bobby up to this, didn't you?"

Tim: "Uh? Yeah. Willy told me to do it."

Dad: "You always listen to Willy?"

Tim: "Well...when the joke sounds cool, I do."

Dad: "He'll get you in trouble some day, Son."

Tim: "Am I in trouble, Dad?"

Dad: "Uhh! I'll have to think about that. Maybe sometime when your little
brother lets go of my dick, it's kind of hard to think while he's still
holding onto it."

Tim: "You liked it, huh, Dad?"

Dad: "I saw you working yours while you watched us, Tim."

Tim: "Yeah, it was kind of cool."

Bobby: "It's a terrific game, Daddy! When can I play it again?"

Dad: "Real soon. Maybe even again in the morning. But for now, you boys
need to get some sleep."

Bobby: "Can I sleep with you Daddy?"

Dad: "Sure, Son, why not. If you're going to be playing Red Rocket with me,
you might as well sleep with me."

Tim: "Uh, Dad...?"

Dad: "Sure, Son, climb in. Maybe tomorrow night, I'll show you some of the
other games we can play."

Bobby: "Like what, Daddy?"

Dad: "Games we all three can play. Like Hide the Rocket, for one thing."

Bobby: "Boy, Daddy, I can't wait!"

Dad: "Me, neither. But you boys get some sleep now. Tim, turn off that
light."

*Click!*

Bobby: "Good night, Daddy! I love you!"

Dad: "I love you, too, Baby!"

Tim: "Me, too, Dad!"

Dad: "Me, too, Son. Mmmnnhh!"

Silence.

Dad: "Sn-n-n-n-n-nkh!"

Bobby: "Is Daddy going to snore all night?"

Tim: "Maybe."

Bobby: "How am I supposed to sleep with him snoring like that?"

Tim: "Beats me. But if the Rocket rises again, we'll play another
round. But it'll be my turn."

Bobby: "Cool!"

Tim: "Yeah! Real cool!"

				  THE END
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