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“Everything is locked up in the PE closets. They don’t allow us to use the stuff.” Drew is really getting on my nerves.
“Okay, give me a few. Brinley, why don’t you split everyone up into four teams? And make sure I’m on your team.”
I leave the gym and head out to my truck. I grab some old T-shirts from my bag and scour the area for branches. Once I have enough stuff, I go back inside, tear the shirts apart, and tie them on the sticks.
Soon I’ve garnered the attention of the Girl Scouts, who sit in front of me and watch. Some of their parents stand behind them, while Brinley’s to my left, giving me that look like I’m showing off.
“It’s like when the Hulk used to rip his shirt open,” a grandma who is here with her granddaughter says.
“That’s if he was tearing off his own shirt,” someone corrects her, but my gaze travels to Brinley, who is shaking her head after obviously hearing it.
I get the flags made with the help of a few dads who aren’t intimidated by me.
“There’s an auxiliary gym that was open for overflow, so we can play there,” Brinley says.
We all walk down to the gym, and it doesn’t surprise me that Drew is practically sulking. He must have had high hopes about what would happen between him and Brinley today.
Not on my watch, asshole.
We split into four groups, Brinley and Drew both being captains of opposing teams. I position the flags in the four corners of the room.
“Once your flags are gone, you lose,” I announce. “Any protection must be ten feet away from your flags.”
Everyone agrees, so we all congregate toward the middle of the four quadrants. The captains pick their teams. I tell Allie and Abby to say go when everyone is ready and the game starts. Some of these families are stealthy, but soon it’s just us and Drew’s team.
We take a five-minute time-out for the teams to talk strategy. We’re huddled together, and I give them my suggestion with the hopes it helps and everyone agrees it’s the best plan. Getting the flag back to our side will be difficult, but I think it’s worth the risk.
I ask one dad to stay back with our girls and the flags. Brinley hops on my back and we cross the line, easily getting past the girls, but Drew is guarding the one flag left. If we grab it and get over the line, we win.
Drew’s screaming to the girls on his team, instructing them, and when I dodge left, he blocks. I dodge right, and he blocks again. Then I run, turn my body right toward him, and Brinley hops off my back.
Drew is so concerned with me that he tags me, and I laugh as Brinley grabs the flag and runs toward the line. He realizes too late, but a mom jumps in Brinley’s way. Brinley shuffles her feet and the mom comes after her, but Brinley does this spin move and jumps over the line into our territory.
“We win!” I shout, probably a little more ecstatic than I should be for a Girl Scouts game.
“Jesus, no one invited you,” Drew snipes.
I pat him on the back. “Don’t be a sore loser. It’s not a good example for the girls.”
Brinley runs toward me and jumps into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist. My dick is like, “hell yeah,” but there’s nowhere but her ass for me to put my hands, and this is a G-rated event.
I release her reluctantly, and she rises on her tiptoes and kisses my cheek. “That was the best. Oh, the adrenaline rush. What a great idea.”
The twins run over, and they each hug her, then me. “This is so much fun. What’s next? What’s next?” They’re jumping up and down with wide eyes and big smiles.
The leader of the troop comes over and shakes my hand. “Thank you, Mr. Adler, that was fun, and the kids definitely enjoyed themselves. I think everyone must’ve worked up an appetite, so we’re going to get the pots going in the cafeteria to boil the hot dogs.”
I look at Brinley. As if she can read my mind, she gives me a look asking me to let it go. “Boil? You don’t put them over a fire?”
The leader, who is probably in her thirties with her hair pulled back in a very sleek ponytail and her shirt buttoned all the way to her neckline and tucked into a pair of jeans, is clearly a rule follower. I should quit while I’m ahead.
“Well, this is an inside campout. The girls understand,” she says.
I nod, not wanting to ruffle too many feathers. “And what about the s’mores?”
“We use marshmallow cream.” She says it proudly, and I wonder if she can hear herself.
“I could build a fire pretty quick.” I try to keep my voice casual, as if it’s just an idea.
