13. Waking Up

Tina awoke with a start. Her motion and the little gasp she made pulled me into wakefulness. Sunlight peeked through her drawn curtains.

"You're OK," I said. "You're safe. He's gone."

I could tell by her eyes that she didn't believe me, not yet.

In a moment, she realized where she was, and who was talking, and she relaxed. A bit.

"Where is he?" she asked. "Did he... do anything? Did he hurt anyone?"

"He's in jail," I said. "We stopped him. Everybody's OK. Caroline's lawyer friend is making sure that he learns his lesson. I think his daddy saw a nice photo of him violating the restraining order."

"They saw me?" Tina asked.

"It looks worse with you pixelated, I'm told," I said.

She visibly relaxed. "How..."

But Tina's next question was interrupted by a gentle knock at the door. "Tommy? Tina?" came Melanie's soft voice.

"Come on in, Melanie," Tina called back. I got to my feet as Melanie came in, carrying a tray.

"I'm glad you woke up," she said. "We were beginning to get worried."

Then, she called back through the door. "They're up!"

She set the tray across Tina's lap. "Breakfast in bed, my dear," she said.

Caroline and Tammy filed in. Pointing at me, Caroline said, "You, sir, have a hero's breakfast awaiting you downstairs, prepared for you by the skilled hands of the ladies of Sigma Sigma Gamma, with the invaluable assistance of the lovely Lianne."

I looked at her a moment, unmoving.

Tammy said very slowly and loudly, "Go..." (She made a gesture with her fingers walking.) "...downstairs!" (The little finger man walked down imaginary stairs.)

So I left.

When I got downstairs, there was indeed a sumptuous breakfast for me: eggs, pancakes, bacon, biscuits. Even better was the outright adulation of the ladies. That was, without a doubt, the best morning of my life thus far.

It only got better.

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Caroline, Tina, Tammy, and Melanie, all dressed in bathrobes, entered the kitchen just as I was trying to figure out if I'd ever be able to eat again. Tina walked over, grabbed my shirt, and planted on me the hottest kiss in the history of the world.

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"They told me what you did, my hero," she said. (Or, at least, that's what I think she said. It was a little hard to concentrate on language just then.)

"Did you tell him about The Game?" Caroline asked.

"We were waiting for you," Lianne said.

"Yeah," I said. "How are we going to finish?"

"We're not," said Melanie. "We worked this out last night and just cleared it with Tina."

"We're not finishing The Game?" I asked. I was a little disappointed. But then I caught Tina in a little smile.

I know that smile. Something good was coming.

"No," continued Melanie. "Tammy (for her exceptional scenes), Tina (for her amazing bravery), and Caroline (for, well, both) have been declared co-champions. It's already in The Book."

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"This is the first time an alumnus has had a share in The Game championship," Caroline said. "I'd like to thank all the little people, some of whom I might start talking to..."

"Now," Tammy interrupted, "normally we'd invite you to go to the Morgue this afternoon and raise our dead bodies with a little mouth- to-mouth..."

"...but we're all alive still, so we've planned something else we're sure you'll like, Mr. Hero," said Lianne.

"Yes," said Caroline, "but we've got some shopping and stuff to do first. My husband John will be by in a bit to take you out for some lunch and some guy stuff. Have you got an early class tomorrow?"

"Uh..." I said.

"You're gonna want to skip it," said Lianne.

"Uh.." I said again. "Where's Tina?" Somehow, she'd slipped out.

"I don't know," said Caroline. "You might want to check the Morgue..."

I walked over to the parlor we'd used as "The Morgue" during The Game. The door creaked a bit as I entered.

With the curtains drawn, it was quite dark, but little votive candles were arranged in a circle on the flooor, their flickering light illuminating Tina. I closed the door behind me.

My girlfriend lay on her stomach, her robe untied and draped over her back, showing just a little of her white panties underneath. Her arms were at her side, palms up.

"REVIVE ME" was written on a little sticky note on the floor between her legs.

I rolled her onto her back and covered her lips with mine. She didn't kiss back, not then. She still needed rescuing.

As it turned out, much mouth-to-mouth was required. Also necessary were some chest compressions, which I of course did much more gently than in "real" CPR. There was even some defibrillation called for, using toy paddles, but Tina jerked and rocked as if they were real, raising her breasts of the floor and arching her neck back. Sometimes she'd come to a little, but then drift off again with a little sigh.

There were also a few more procedures involved, none of which I think you'll find in the Red Cross manual.

After forever with Tina, I heard John rap hard on the parlor door.

"Come on, Mr. Hero Guy," he said, "we've got chicken wings to eat."

It turns out that repeated resuscitations and, er, other activities got me quite an appetite, despite the huge breakfast.

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Continue The Game (14. Gazonga's, Superheroines, and Sleep Spray)

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