Hey! Try to read it before Monday noon EST.
I have to give it in tomorrow.
I have grown to like it
S, thank you for your suggestion... maybe I will write something about my trip to Snezka with T.
If any one does not know about that trip I suggest they go here:



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMwDUlfe__o



Here is my play.
Oh! and if you happen to be one of the characters... Jim, David or Mike.... please know that I know NOTHING like this ever happened! I was completely happy with K, when we were together. And we never watched porn... I know... but I remember "intelevision" and "prism" and "D&D" with deep fondness!


Come Out to Play
[Set: Living room in the 1980’s. There is a tv with Atari and several games strewn around. Piles of school books mixed with other books and papers on end tables and floor. Two posters adorn the walls. One is of Madonna/Like a Virgin the other Van Halen/Jump. A black ashtray sits atop one pile. An open dominoes pizza box with two slices remaining sits on the coffee table. Television is down center facing backstage. Mike 15, David 14 and Jim 15 sit around the living room. They are all wearing jeans or courduroy pants with t-shirts. They are playing D&D.]


Mike: (holds Dungeon Masters Hndbk) You see an Elven enchantress before you. In her hand she holds a golden ring. What do you do?

David: What color hair?

Mike: Wha?

David: The enchantress. What color hair does she have?

Mike: I dunno… (David sighs) okay. Black hair.

David: I like blonds.

Mike: So do you talk with her?

David: Is she tall?

Jim: I take out my +3 attack dagger and I try to kill her.

Mike: What?

David: Is she like one of those short Santa elves or a… like tall woodland elf?

Mike: You want to kill her?

Jim: Where’s Keith anyway? We need our 9th level magic user to fireball her or somethin.

David: I bet she’s tall. Big boobs.

Mike: He’s on a date with Katie… You’re really gonna try and… an enchantress?

Jim: Yea. Kill the bitch.

David: With long sleek silky legs that sort of shine in the moonlight.

Mike: (annoyed he roles the dice) It’s a friggin dungeon. There is no moonlight! (looks at roll and smiles) You try to kill her with your dagger and she turns you into a toad. She says she’ll turn you back if you stop being an idiot. (waits) well?

Jim: How can I say anything? Im a friggin toad.

Mike: Think it. She’s clairvoyant.

David: Hey. I ask her what she’s doing later?

Mike: What?!

David: Like… later… after enchanting all day. What does she plan on doing… like… tonight?

Mike: Go to the bathroom and take your wet dream with you… jeese. (looks at Jim) Well?

Jim: I’m thinking it. I hope she can hear me. (puts hands on his forehead and makes a thinking sound.)

Mike: Look. If you guys don’t wanna play, let’s just forget it.

David: I wanna play! I want that elf girl!

Jim; Sorry. Okay. Fine… turn me back.

Mike: She takes out her wand.

David: where does she take it from?

Mike: My God… okay. She takes it from her bra, alright? She takes the wand out of her bodice… slowly… and she looks directly at you while she does it. There’s this look in her eyes, like she’s got this secret she wants to tell you later and the whole time the wand is coming out of the space between her breasts… the neckline of her dress slips over one of her breasts, you can see part of the nipple… she licks the wand with her tongue and moans at the same time…

David: (envisioning it) You are a great Dungeon Master…

Mike: (to Jim) Then she turns you back into a hobgoblin thief.

Jim: Okay. I try to kill her again.

Mike: What?! You son of a…

[There’s a knock on the door.]

Mike: Bastard.

David: Maybe it’s an elven enchantress. (runs to door to answer)

Jim: Let’s play Atari or somethin… (begins to set up game)

Mike: You are an ass.

(David opens the door and Keith stands there. Dressed like a preppy. Short sleeve button down shirt. V-neck sweater. Khaki shorts… socks match his shirt… Docksiders.)

Keith: Hey Dave… sorry I’m late.

David: Hey, come on in.

Keith: I mean it was Katie and all… we saw a film… and then she wanted to take a stroll.. you know… romantic stuff… moonlight. I hope your mom doesn’t mind Im comin over so late…

David: She’s not here. She won’t be back til Sunday. So just us tonight. (He nudges Keith and smiles secretively)

Keith: (coming into living room) Hey.

Mike: Hey, Keith.

Jim: (looking at tv screen he raises one hand and burps as he forms the word “hello” out of his burp.)

Keith: Sorry I’m late. I had a date… Katie… we went to the movies. Then… you know… moonlight and walking.

Mike: It’s only 9:30

Keith: Yea? Well… early film.

Mike: What film?

Jim: (at TV) Die you Martian android dickheads!

Keith: You know.. that comedy. You know… girls like those.

David: Did you sit in the back row? (begins to snicker)

Jim: (still watching TV) Fuck the back row!

Mike: What’s the name of the film?

Keith: I don’t… don’t remember.

Jim: Shit! (sound of death on Atari)

David: You weren’t watchin the movie, right? You were in the back row… and when the lights went down… (makes kissing motions)

Keith: Yea. Right. I wasn’t watching the film.

Mike: you sly dog!

Jim: How far did you go?

Keith: You mean on the walk? Just around the park and all…

Jim: Knuckle brains. What base? 1st? 2nd? Center field? (makes rude gesture)

Keith: You know. It was the movies…

Jim: Foul ball. I’ve seen you play baseball.

Keith: We just kissed and… it was the movie theatre… God… we do that other stuff… that baseball stuff in her room… after the walk.

Jim: A regular Mike Schmidt.

Keith: Well at least I’m palyin some baseball and not sitting at home with a joystick in my hand. (looks at David) Are we playin?

Mike: Not now.

Jim: Takin a little break… YOU SON OF A BITCH! (sound of death again)

Keith: Why not?

Mike: Better things to do tonight.

Jim: That ghost just screwed my pacman.

Keith: (looks at Mike who says nothing just smiles. Then he looks at David and begins to remove his sweater.) What?

David: We got a… surprise.

Mike: Surprises.

Jim: (putting joystick down) You ordered some strippers? Like in Risky Business?

Mike: No. Be right back. (Mike and David start to exit)

David: You can do that for real?

Keith: You don’t want any skanky prostitutes. It’s not like the movies.

Jim: Just skanky girlfriends are ok?

Keith: Hey! Katie is not…

Jim: Well, you do that stuff in her room, right? (starts singing Like a Virgin)

Keith: Katie’s not like that.

Jim: So you haven’t hit a homer?

Keith: Yes, of course we did but… like… romantic

Jim: Yeah… sure. After the film tonight? Then you took a walk under the moon right? What like a 10 minute walk?

Keith: Just holdin hands and… what girls like

Jim: Yeah, right. So film, quick walk and what? A five minute screw? It’s only 9:30 man.

Keith: Shut up. At least I have a girl and I’m not stuck at home with my father’s old magazines and a jar of Vaseline.

Jim: Hey! We have a beta machine at home! Magazines are like… the 70s.

Keith: Go to hell.

J: You are such a tight ass. You are so wound up about everything dude.
Nothing is that serious my friend. Lighten up. I’m just joshen you. We are 15 years old. We play D&D. We talk about chicks. We are young. Be cool man. Just relax and be 15 man.


(Mike and David return. Mike is carrying a paper bag and David is carrying a Video)

David: It’s Indiana Bone and the Raiders of the lost Pork! (Keith looks disgusted)

Jim: No way (checks out film) I hope it’s better than Star Whores.

Mike: (opens bag and takes out bottle) Mad dog 20-20.

Jim: It’s going to be one hell of a night boys.

(lights down.)

Scene II

(in the darkness we here the sounds of a porn film… bad dialogue… moans and classic porn music. Lights come up on the same set. Dimmer lighting. 4 boys are in front of the TV. Mike Jim and David are watching the film. Keith is sitting not facing the TV. All have various glasses in their hands, occasionally taking drinks except Keith… who sometimes looks into the cup.)

David: Wait! Pause that. Rewind.

Mike (rewinds and plays over) Jesus, is that even possible?

Jim: Seeing is believing.

David: Hey Keith?

Keith: What?

David: Is that possible?

Mike: Have you ever… you know… done that? (Keith watches the TV set for a moment and turns away.)

Jim: Yeah, Mike Schmidt. Tell us. What is it like?

Mike: Come on.

Keith: Stop making fun of me.

Mike: we’re not

David: Yeah, Keith … come on. You’re the only guy we know who’s done it. I mean what is it like?

Keith: Huh?

Jim: Sex. You idiot. He wants to know about sex.

Dave: What… what happens?

Keith: It’s on the tape.

Jim: So you do that?

Keith: No. Not that.

Jim: So, what do you do?

Keith: It’s none of you’re…

Mike: Come on Keith.

David: yeah… tell us something.

Keith: Jesus. Well you… you get naked

Jim: Oh, really genius?

Keith: and then you…

Mike: Go down on her?

Keith: Huh? Yea… that

Jim: Take her from behind. Get milked by her? Go around the world?

Keith: No, I…

Mike: Come on Jim

Jim: Hide the salami? Give her a pearl necklace?

Keith: I…

Jim: Tell us what have you done with Katie?

Keith: I didn’t okay. I have never had sex okay. No baseball. No nothing. Now fuck off you horny bastards.

Jim: I knew it!

Mike: You never? With Katie.

Jim: All this fuckin time. All these “late” Friday nights. You never even… I knew it.

Mike: But she’s your girl friend… jeese

Jim: I knew the only bone he ever had was his head!

(Mike and Jim go back to watching film.)

David: (putting his hand on Keith’s shoulder) That’s okay

Keith: It’s so stupid. Who cares anyway?

Dave: I’ve never had sex. They’ve never had sex either… right?

Jim: (still watching film) But I should with Katie…

David: Well you don’t right?! So shut up, until you do have sex, alright?

Jim: I’m sorry…

Dave: What?

Jim: For lying… I just thought…

Dave: Oh who cares… hey I bet there’ll be a three-way scene! There hasn’t been one of those yet. (David sits down to watch film. Keith watches him sit… thinks for a moment, drinks his entire glass in one swig, grabs the bottle to pore more alcohol and then joins the rest of the guys. Lights down)

Scene III

(lights up. Same set… The TV screen is only snow. Mike and Jim have fallen asleep strewn out on the floor. David and Keith sit on the couch.)

David: I can’t wait.

Keith: What?

David: you know… sex. Get a girl and all.

Keith: Oh… it’s not…

David: It must be so… God.

Keith: But it isn’t so…

David: How do you know? You never …

Keith: I tried. I tried it ok…

David: But you said…

Keith: I know, I know…

David: You tried? What do you mean?

Keith: Tonight. There was no film. I went to her house… her parents were at some party… and… and we were there and we were… naked… I thought, I thought I should go.. you know.. down there. And I couldn’t… I couldn’t do it. It was sickening to me… and I didn’t know what to do so I sort of put my hand down there… and Katie she… she tensed and then her breathing changed you know… it got all heavy and like the color purple or crimson or something… and she’s moving herself all up against me… and I… I mean… it felt so weird… wrong… but we kissed and she took control and… then the condom.. and then… there I was.. inside her but… she put me inside her… but it was nothing like… I mean I was there and I felt it… because of the friction and everything like science… Christ Im 15… I mean of course I was… a flippin breeze could make me… a cat sitting on my lap… I mean anything… so I was… but I didn’t know what to do and I didn’t feel… so I closed my eyes

David: Wow

Keith: I closed my eyes and thought about anything. Anything else but… I thought about my Algebra homework due on Monday. I thought about this vacation we had last summer in Pennsylvania. She … Katie… she went wild beneath me… like bucking horses or Han Solo navigating through an asteroid field… I thought about D&D and my Mom and … I thought of you. (David says nothing. Just looks at Keith. Keith leans in to kiss David. They kiss. David is very tense.)

David; You know Madonna. She’s hot. I mean seriously… like on music television. Do you have that? It’s on cable. They call it M.T.V. Music TV, get it? Her videos… Madonna’s …I mean hot. But, you know … I think I am more of a Christie Brinkly guy… Uptown Girl… you know a classy chick. A real girl who wears real girl clothes… and perfume and stuff… and doesn’t have to dye her hair cause it’s naturally blonde… I mean okay if Madonna walked up to me… I mean… yeah… but I’m not going to go looking for her… Madonna… Kristie though… Billy Joel is such a lucky guy.

(Keith looks away. Looks at the snow on the TV screen.)

Keith: Yea.