Trust m/f

Postby lasse672000 » Thu Aug 16, 2012 11:39 am

We were ten thirteen year old kids; five boys and five girls, standing in the middle of a lawn. In front of us was an obstacle-course. We had been given quite a simple task: the boys were to guide us girls through it, as fast as possible, with as few faults as possible, much like the rules in horse-jumping. There was a twist, though: the girls would all be blindfolded and have our hands cuffed behind our backs.

The course consisted of a five meter square, with traffic-cones inside. There was a slalom section, one section were the boy had to guide the girl first in, and then out of some “parking spaces”, and finally between cones positioned so it looked like a narrow and winding path. To make it that much more difficult, there were places, dotted all over the course, where she either had to bend down low, almost crawling, or lift her legs up high as high as possible, to get through.

“Right!” the task-master said. “The boys will now blindfold and handcuff the girls.” He paused while the boys did as they were told, and then continued:”All of you, who are not required to be on the course, will wait your turn in the shed on this side of the course. Once you are done, and have been given your scores, you will go to the shed on the other side of the course. You will not discuss the competition with anyone.
The competitors have a time limit of ten minutes to get through the course, and the team with the lowest score wins. Four points will be added for a knocked over cone, or missed hurdle, and a further one for each minute you go over the time limit. If there, by any chance, is more than one team with the same lowest score, there will be a properly timed elimination round, to see who the winners are. The only words to be spoken once on the course are directional, in other words where to go and if the girl needs to go slower or faster.
When the competition is over, and only then, will I give the boys the key to the cuffs, and they will take them and the blindfold off the girls. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir!” we said in unison, as loudly as we could.
“Well, then! What are you waiting for? Let’s get to it!”

Bill, the boy, to whom I had been entrusted, took my arm and led me away to the “waiting-shed”. We sat down on a bench that, apparently, ran the length of the wall of the shed, and waited.
“I trust you will lead me to victory?” I whispered.
“Well, of course I will!” he huffishly said. “The others won’t have the slightest chance. Trust me, I’ve done this sort of thing before with my sister and some of our cousins, and I’ve always won, each and every time I’ve done it, no matter whom I was guiding. I have to admit, though, the competition looks tough this time.”
“Have you done this many times before, then?” I asked out of curiosity.
“M-hm. This will be my sixth time,” he proudly said. “I even recognize some of the competitors, from other races. But as I said; I’ve always won, no matter what the competition. Granted, sometimes not by much, but still; a win is still a win, regardless of the margin, as they say.”
“I’ll try not to let you down, then.” I replied, but deep down inside me I wasn’t nearly as confident, as I might have sounded.

The wait was excruciating. As we were the last pair on to the course, we were forced to listen to all of the other couples fail or triumph.
At last, it was our turn. Bill led me to the starting line, and after a minute or two, I heard the magic words:”Racers, are you ready?”
“Yes!” we both shouted.
“In three, two, one; START!” And off I went. The first segment went well and I don’t think I knocked over any of the cones in the slalom-section. In fact, I’m pretty sure of it. I just might have glanced one or two, ever so slightly, but I didn’t knock them over, I don’t think. Then, it was time for the first obstacle where I had to bend down. I bent down as low as I could, almost going down on my knees, and gingerly made my way forward, until Bill told me I was clear of it. Then, it was time for the first of the high ones. I positioned myself, once again with the help of Bill, right in front of the hurdle, lifted my right leg as high as possible, and took a long step forward. I put the foot down and lifted my left foot up. When I put it down again on the other side of the bar I could tell, from Bills strong reaction, I almost knocked that one down with the back of my leg! After that, the remaining “in and out”- and path sections were a piece of cake.
The only difficulties I had were with the places where I had to bend down real low, or lift my legs real high.
When I was told I had completed the course, I was quite relieved. My body was aching like you wouldn’t believe! Then, I almost burst into tears when I heard I had to do it all over again. And this time, even faster! All because one other team had made the course with the same amount of faults!
I sneered, when I heard the other team knocking down hurdle after hurdle.
“Stop that, will you!” Bill hissed and whacked me hard on my bottom a couple of times, but I could all too clearly hear it in his voice; he too was sneering broadly.

We passed the other team, on our way out of the tent, and the girl was clearly crying her eyes out!
“Forgive me, for being so clumsy!” she sobbed. What he answered I couldn’t hear, because we had gone too far away, by that time.
As I now was familiar with the course, I virtually sailed through it the second time around, not even brushing against any of the obstacles, but if my legs had been hurting after the first run, it was nothing compared to what they felt like after the second.

When the scores were read out, the team that had forced us to go around the course a second time had ended up in last place, due to the many faults recorded in the second run! Bill and I, need I say it, won with a comfortable margin to the second-placed team.
”Six for six, eh?” I beamed.
“Yupp! Six for six, it is!” he confirmed, barely containing his relief.
When he took the cuffs and blindfold off, I almost didn’t want him to. He looked into my eyes, and said:”You know; there are many teams out there that stay together race after race, year in and year out. What would you say if I asked you to be my full-time team-partner? At least till the season is over?”

“My answer is; I would very much like to be you team-partner, for as long as you want me too.”
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