Chess for Chest


Bobbi Ann




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“Vincent, are you all right? I was surprised when you didn’t meet me half-way.”

“I’m sorry, Catherine, I was actually on my way when Father stopped by and gave me this journal. I meant to only glance at it but then started reading it and got caught up in the memories.”

“Whose journal is it?”

“It’s mine from when I was a boy. I thought it was lost forever. Worse yet, I thought someone found it and read it!”

“Really, and that worried you?”

“It did, very much.”

“Hmm, now I am intrigued! What young-boy thoughts could there be that you wouldn’t want anyone to read?”

“Many things… many secrets!”

“You? With secrets? I can’t imagine!”

“Catherine, I wasn’t always the gentleman you see before you.”

“Oh, now you’ve got me very intrigued! May I read it?”

“Read it! Catherine, these were my private thoughts, my confessions, my misdeeds! You might not like me anymore if I let you read this.”

“I don’t think that’s possible. Besides, I might like you even more!”

“You devilish woman!”

“If you only knew, Vincent. Let’s make a promise. You let me read some of your mischievous behavior and I will reveal some of mine, and we’ll solemnly swear never to tell on each other. Agreed?”

“Agreed, but you have to go first, Catherine.”

“What! Why do I have to go first?”

“It was your idea. How else will I know if I can trust you?”

“Vincent! You know you can trust me!”

“I know, Catherine… but you’re still going first.”

“OK, so we have to share a secret, albeit a thought or deed?”


“Should we stay within an age range?”

“Doesn’t matter; any age.”

“OK, here goes: when I was in high school, the chess team was having a tournament that was going to be broadcast on some independent educational channel; friends of mine didn’t think much of chess, they thought it was kind of boring, and someone in the group came up with this idea to make the tournament memorable. Hmmm, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea…”

“Too late, Catherine! Go on. Did you make it memorable?”

“Yes, we did!”


“Well, we went to the theater department, grabbed a couple of masks and crowns, my friend Ricky put on his mask and the king crown, and my girlfriend Barb and I put on our masks and the queen crowns, and we…”

“What happened?”

“Oh, damn… We ran across the room yelling ‘Capture the king, capture the king’!”

“That’s it? There has to be more to the story!”

“Did I mention… we weren’t wearing any clothes.”

“Catherine! You didn’t?!”

“We did! Barb and I wore our underwear but nothing else, and Ricky… well, he wore nothing!”

“Now I understand!”

“Understand what, Vincent?”

“Why you find it so difficult to play chess with Father!”

“Oh, Vincent!”

“I must say, Catherine, that is one chess match I wish I could have seen.”

“Well, you know, Vincent, if you’re willing to be my king, I’m sure I could duplicate the whole event!”

“There’s that devilish look again.”

“Yes, Vincent, but that twinkle in your eye tells me you’re thinking about it!”

“Vincent… Oh, excuse me. Hello, Catherine.”

“Hi, Father.”

“I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“It’s OK, Father. Did you need me for something?”

“No, I just came to see if you wanted to play a game of chess… What?! What did I say that was so funny?”

“Nothing, Father. Catherine and I were just talking about chess and capturing kings!”

“Oh, Catherine, does this mean you’ve changed your mind about the game? I would love an opportunity to show you some of the strategic maneuvers to help your game, perhaps even allow you to capture Vincent’s king… Really! What’s wrong with the two of you? I haven’t found anything I’ve said remotely funny to cause such laughter!”

“Sorry, Father. We are not laughing at you, it’s just a private joke between Catherine and me.”

“Well… all right. Does this mean no chess match?”

“Yes, I’m afraid it does. Catherine and I are planning to play our own match.”

“Well, all right then. But seriously, Catherine, if you want some tips…”

“That’s OK, Father. I think this is one chess match I will win all on my own!”

“We can play later, Father, I promise.”

“Oh, all right. Goodbye, Catherine.”

“Goodbye, Father.”

“OK, Vincent, your turn. What mischievous deed did you commit?”

“Well, when I was about nine years old, I was walking past the corridor that led to the bathing chamber, and I heard some of the boys whispering, so I went to see what was happening. I found some of the boys peeking in on the girls as they bathed. My first reaction was that of chivalry. I admonished the other boys for being disrespectful to the girls, and I told them if they did not leave I would tell Mary and Father.”

“So what happened?”

“I got them to leave, though they were not very pleased with me.”

“Did they do anything to you?”

“No, they just called me a baby and a few other young-boy insults.”

“OK, so far I only see the young gentleman. Where’s the secret?”

“Well, several days after this I couldn’t stop thinking about it and I couldn’t help but wonder what they saw. So I…”

“You… what? Come on, Vincent, no hesitating.”

“I went to the bathing chamber and... I peeked at the girls! I couldn’t help it! One of the girls, literally overnight, became… well, very well-endowed, and I was just so curious to see the change. I had never seen… you know…”

“A girl’s breast?”

“Yes, and believe me, I was very disappointed in myself afterwards. I couldn’t even look at her for days!”

“Did anyone ever find out?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“So, Vincent…”

“Yes, Catherine?”

“How about that game of chess… then afterwards we can stop by the bathing chamber… and I can show you my endowments.”











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