The Sharpie Contract

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Though this is fiction, it will be a very true story when my grandchildren begin their dating life. This will be a true story in the very near future, though the names have been changed to protect my granddaughters and their potential suitors.

The Sharpie Contract

Gail D Prentice

Loud music filled the room, making it hard to hear anything else.  A new trend had begun of live bands, again, playing for high school dances as they did up to the nineteen seventies.  It seemed that history was again repeating itself as students twisted, dipped, and swirled as if in a mating dance in the wild.

Adrenaline and sweat was flowing during this evening’s festive occasion of the traditional Homecoming Dance.  The jocks were exuberant, they had won the game against the local rival team.  The cheerleaders were dressed to entice, as were many of the girls.

Lois, on the other hand, was dressed in an attractive dress but obviously not expensive.  It appeared to be homemade and simple.  Her hair was natural blonde and straight as an arrow and glistened in the flashing lights that adorned the dance floor.  Her body swayed in awkward moves somewhat close to the rhythm of the music.

Calvin was dancing with her as her date.  He was quite dashing and debonaire.  His more casual approach to apparel was much more laid back.  He was the quarterback of the football team and had led the team to a stunning victory.  His white button up shirt was unbuttoned two buttons boasting what little hair he had on his chest.  His pants were satin in appearance and glistening in the lights.  His dance moves were graceful and spot on with the drummers beat.

Hormones were raging as teenage bodies moved to the sound of the very loud music with suggestive lyrics.  A regular gasp could be heard if you were close enough to hear it, and a slap in the face could be heard occasionally.

As the dance concluded, couples began to make their way to their respective cars to complete the date.  Some took their dates home immediately either out of time restraints put on the date or because of the lack of enthusiasm at the dance.

Lois was not as impressed with Calvin, the heart throb of the school, as he was of her.  During the dance, his hands tended to wander from acceptable positions to be met with the stern look and a quick grab of Lois’ hand to move it back to acceptable positioning.

As Calvin and Lois left the school, hand in hand, they walked in silence to his car. Still playing the gentleman, Calvin opened he door for her and closed it gently after she had slid into the seat.  Then he drove out to a secluded place in the country to park.

They sat for about thirty minutes making small talk and listening to the music on the radio.  Calvin kept boasting of his prowess on the football field and how he had won the game.  Then he suggested that they get out and take a short walk in the evening moonlight.  For a fall evening, it was quite warm and fitting for a short walk.  Lois agreed, and stepped out of the car.

They walked a short distance holding each other’s hand and made comments on the beauty of the clear evening and how the stars shone so magnificently.  As they returned to the car, Calvin opened the back door for her to get in.

Lois slid in and Calvin slipped in right beside her and cast his left arm over her shoulder and pulled her close.  He leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek as a test to see if there was mutual agreement.  Lois did not jerk or pull away, so Calvin dove in again, this time for a kiss on the lips.  This time, Lois pulled away and turned her head.

“I don’t think we are there yet,” Lois said not quite angered.

“Oh, I think we are,” Calvin responded forcefully.  He then leaned in for another kiss and placed his right hand on her leg just under her hem line.

“I think that you have forgotten something very important,” Lois said with a firmness in her voice as she grabbed his hand from her leg.  “I think we can go home now.”

“Tell me, Lois,” Calvin began, “Do you believe in the hereafter?”

“Why?” Lois answered.

“Because if I don’t get what I am here after, you will be here after I have left.”  He then reached for her leg again.

Lois took a very firm hold on his right thumb and twisted it back toward his wrist with her left hand and immediately grabbed his little finger with her right and wrenched it to the outside of his hand and back.  “It you want to throw a football next week you will get to the driver’s seat and take me home.  If you plan on walking again, you will remember my Grandpa’s words.”

Three hours earlier, just after the game, Calvin drove his tricked-out Subaru Outback to Lois’ home to pick her up at her home for the date.

“Mom and Dad are not home this evening and I want you to come over and meet my Grandpa,” Lois greeted as Calvin approached the door to her home.

“Sure,” Calvin agreed.

They walked across the yard to another home that was on the farm.  They opened the door and walked in.

“Grandpa, this is Calvin Roeden.  He is taking me to the Homecoming Dance tonight.”

Reaching out his hand, Lois’ grandfather shook Calvin’s hand and with a firm grasp, held on tightly, led him to a kitchen chair.

“Sit down son, we need to get a few things straight.  What I am about to tell you is how this date is going to go.  If there is any violation to any of the rules that you are about to hear and sign for, I will be the last person in the world you will ever want to see.”

Grandpa stood to his feet and reached behind the door to produce a baseball bat.  Laying it on the table, Calvin’s eyes grew immensely, and he continued.

“As a teenage boy and as the captain and quarterback of the football team, I understand that you think that you can get about anything that you want.  But here is where the rules change.

“As long as you are dating Lois, my granddaughter, you will live by the rules that I am about to lay out.  There is absolutely no room for debate concerning these rules.

“First, Lois is a beautiful young lady.  You already know this, or you would not have asked her out for this date.  You will always treat her as a lady.  Your hands will remain to yourself.  If you want to hold her hand, that is acceptable.  If you want to hold her during a dance, that is acceptable,” he paused.  “If your hands attempt to handle what is not acceptable to handle outside of marriage or outside of where she says that they can go, you have violated rule one.

“Is that very clear?”

Calvin didn’t respond, he just sat there wide eyed, not knowing to be terrified or giggle.

“I said,” Grandpa asked again rather upset, “Is that clear?”

“Yes… Yes sir.”

“Good.  Rule two.  Do not hurt her in any way.  I don’t care if it is physically or emotionally, do not hurt her.  If you do not want to date her again, that is okay.  Breakups happen, should this date turn into repeat dates.

“Rule three.  Should you rape or even attempt to rape her…” he paused.  “Just don’t even think about it.

“I was a teenage boy once and I know how a teenage boy thinks.  I know how jocks think.  They think that because they are jocks, everybody should accommodate them.  Not in this family.”

Calvin sat motionless, his face turned pale as color was draining from his face.

“That is three very simple rules to remember, am I right?”

Calvin nodded his head affirmative but sat there silently.  But by now, his face was beginning to turn red, not from embarrassment but anger.  Who does this old geezer think he is? Calvin pondered in his mind.  Does he have any idea who I am and who my family is?  I don’t think so or he wouldn’t speak to me like that.

Grandpa picked up the ball bat and handed it to Calvin with a sharpie pen.  “You and I are going to make a contract right here and right now.

“If you agree with these three rules, I want you to print on this ball bat your name, address, and phone number, then sign it with your signature.  In doing so, you agree to abide by these rules and will honor my granddaughter as the fine lady that she is and treat her will the upmost respect.

“I could see in your face when it turned red, that you think that I do not know you or your family.  You are right.  I don’t.  You also thought that what does this old fart think he is doing.  To make all things straight and put in the proper perspective, I am seventy years old and a bit pudgy.  I can’t run, but after eight and a half years in the US Army, I can hunt, find, and destroy my enemy.

“You see this bat, son?  Do you see my face?  This is the last face you will ever want to see if you hurt my granddaughter.  At seventy years old, life in prison is not very long for me, but you will never walk again or sire a child if you hurt my granddaughter.  Is that clear, precise, and understandable?”

“Yes sir,” Calvin answered, his voice quivering.

Handing Calvin a Sharpie marker, the old man stated very sternly, “Print and sign here, son, and have a great evening.”


Submitted: December 12, 2020

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