Note from Slickman: One of the first and most liked stories I've written was "Where's Waldo" A few readers have asked me to go back and write a story about how the "Where's Waldo" club started. Here goes. Please be aware there are sexual acts depicted between men and women, women and women, oral, anal, multiple partners and even an incest act at the end. All rights reserved.
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"Dad, help me find Waldo," young Vic Jr. said to his father who kept looking up at the football game. He pushed the book up in front of his father's face.
"Wait a second," Vic said as he pushed the book down and saw the tight end catch a pass at the two yard line and lunge over a body to score.
"Who has the ball?" Vic's wife Amy asked as she looked over her stitching at the huge pile up of bodies on the TV.
"He does," Vic said pointing to the screen. They all looked.
"If he was wearing a Waldo hat I could see him," Vic Jr. said.
Finally the pile of bodies moved and one man stood up holding the ball high over his head. "TOUCHDOWN!" Vic screamed. The Falcons had won the sudden death game.
He looked down at the book his son was holding. "Look at the people coming out of the airplane," he hinted. Young Vic did as his father said and smiled. "THERE HE IS!" Little Vic pointed to the familiar red and white cap. "Daddy why does Waldo have to be a man? Why can't a woman wear the hat?"
Amy giggled. "Yeah, Daddy why can't it be a woman?"
"You're right," Vic smiled. "Why can't it be a woman?" He thought. "Or better yet, why does it have to be a hat?" He moved up from his chair and walked towards his office.
"Daddy where are you going?"
"To find Waldo," Vic laughed.
He heard the TV channel being changed and opened his briefcase. Inside a small envelope under all the papers was a photo. He took it out and looked at it. "God, she is so beautiful," he thought. His eyes moved down her body until he saw the red and white polo shirt she was wearing. "I think I've found Mrs. Waldo," he whispered.
For the next hour he typed on his laptop and when he was finished he looked at the results. "Will it work?" He wondered. "There's no harm in trying."
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Two days later.
Christine Wright stared out at her soccer team as they ran laps around the large High School Soccer field. Her team was very young this year and was not expected to win as many games as they lost. Last year gave her the first conference championship however; she lost most of that team to graduation. Having a new team would mean spending longer hours away from her husband, Richard and her two year old daughter, Amanda.
"ONE MORE LAP!" She yelled when they ran past her on the track. She picked up her notebook to look at the list of players and noticed a plain envelope addressed with only her name on it. She knew it wasn't there when practice had started two hours ago. She glanced around and saw that most everyone else had disappeared from the field. She ripped open the envelope and read the letter.
DEAR CHRISTINE,
YOU HAVE BEEN NOMINATED TO JOIN A PRIVATE AND EXCITING GROUP. THE PURPOSE OF OUR GROUP IS TO HAVE A NORMAL DAY-TO-DAY LIFE WITH PERIODS OF EXTREME EXCITEMENT AND VARIETY. BASICALLY OUR MEMBERS MEET ONE ON ONE IN PUBLIC PLACES TO GIVE AND RECEIVE SEXUAL PLEASURE.
Christine stopped and again looked around. A man stood across the field and was looking at the team running by. Could he be the one who slipped her this sick letter? She read on.
TO MAINTAIN OUR SECRECY AND PRIVACY YOU WILL RECEIVE A MISSION LETTER, WHICH WILL DIRECT YOU TO YOUR CONNECTION. THE TIME AND PLACE OF YOUR MEETING WILL BE EXPLAINED IN THE LETTER. TO MAKE IT MORE DANGEROUS AND EXCITING YOU MUST BE WITH YOUR HUSBAND WHILE ON YOUR MISSION.
She shook her head in disbelief as she continued reading.
THE REQUIREMENTS FOR MEMBERSHIP ARE SIMPLE. YOU MUST BE HEALTHY AND WILLING TO EXPERIMENT WITH SEXUAL PLEASURES. IF YOU AGREE TO ABIDE BY OUR SIMPLE RULES YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT. IF YOU WANT TO JOIN OUR GROUP ALL YOU WILL NEED TO DO IS WEAR A RED AND WHITE BLOUSE TO SCHOOL TOMORROW. IF YOU DO NOT WEAR ONE WE WILL UNDERSTAND AND NOT CONTACT YOU AGAIN.
"Hey Coach are we done?" Jill Hoehn asked as she put her hands on her knees to rest.
"Uh.............yes go to the showers," she said now sweating. She read the letter again while they walked into the field house. Maybe it was one of the team members playing a joke on her? After the girls had showered Christine gathered them together.
"Did any of you leave a letter in my notebook?" She looked closely at their faces but none seemed to show any reaction. "If you did and you are not telling me I'll be forced to take serious discipline action." Again no one showed any reaction. "OK, game tomorrow afternoon against Washington High. Be here and dressed at 2:00PM." She turned and walked back into her office.
As Christine read the letter for the third time someone knocked on her door. "Come in." She looked up to see the team captain Jill. "Yes?"
"Coach, I asked the girls after you left and no one seemed to know anything about a letter," Jill said. "Is it a threat or something?" She saw the letter in the coach's hands.
"No, I think someone is playing a joke on me," Christine said, forcing a smile. "If you hear any of the girls say anything let me know."
"Yes ma'am," Jill replied. She turned and grabbed her bag from the bench and headed to her car.
After everyone was gone Christine again looked at the letter. If it was real why would someone ask her to do such a thing? She was a happily married woman with a two year-old child. She loved her husband very much and had not even considered having an affair with another man. She was so busy with the team she had not even met a whole lot of men or even had that much contact with other men. And, to have sex with another man while her husband was nearby would be crazy anyway. She laughed and crumbled up the letter and tossed it in the garbage basket. It had to be a joke.
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