|Practical lessons (standard:other, 1653 words)|
|Author: Anonymous||Added: Mar 04 2008||Views/Reads: 1396/854||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Awareness about the real deal of encountering a person with AIDS|
Practical lessons “Want a condom?” he asked. Uh... Wazzat?” She responded taken aback. “I mean to say that do you need condoms?” He mumbled on. “And why should you be giving them to me?” she quizzed a bit irritated. “Because ...errr... we are running an AIDS awareness campaign as part of our CAS activity and we are therefore distributing condoms to spread word of the importance of practicing...err... safe sex”, He hurriedly completed his sentence, only twice looking up to meet her eyes. “So you study in which school and what exactly is this CAS?” She asked twisting the scooter key around her well-manicured fingers. “CAS is Creativity, Action and Service and it is a part of our curriculum in New Era International School and we undertake certain projects for general good of the society each month and this month it happens to be AIDS awareness month”, He launched into an explanation awkwardly. He was distributing condoms in his school uniform and he had chosen the gates of a discotheque as his appropriate venue. On seeing the helmeted figure alighting from a scooter he had approached with his goodies. He was however embarrassed to see that he had actually approached a beautiful, short-haired girl in her late twenties or early thirties, wearing a hip-hop male rock-star's costume, complete with the heavy metallic chains and steel bracelets. “So you are advocating safe sex, eh? Do you know what sex is like in the first place?” She queried almost hissing out her words. He dug his shoe-tips into the ground and meditated on an appropriate response. She grabbed his hands and started dragging him towards the discotheques gates. “Come; enjoy life first, young fella! Then go on the streets waging a war against AIDS! You are too young to get into such serious issues and spoil your exuberance for life. What do you say?” she lectured and asked him in a playful manner “Come you be my escort for the day and I will help you pass through those bloody guarded gates with a wink of my eyes at those hulks. Are you game?” She queried “I am sorry I am not dressed for the occasion”, he tried to make a lame excuse. “Oh, don't ya worry about your damn prep school uniform. I'll cook up some story about a fancy dress theme we are having amongst us friends for the night. Awww... come on, you cannot let such an opportunity pass. Have you been to a hip and happening disco like this one ever? You are not even eighteen, I guess. So I'll sponsor all the booze and smoke for you. You just hang on to my arms and see the magic unfold. I am bored of those usual escorts I have and would enjoy dancing away this night with you”, she smiled a suggestive smile, playfully lisping her words and running her sharp nails delicately against his forearm. He suppressed his flustered look with an idiotic smile. Then he thought what the heck! This was a golden chance and he couldn't let it pass without giving it a try. He loosened up his tie and gave an answering nod with a nervous smile playing across his lips. They proceeded towards the hulks guarding the gates but as they were about to step in two strong arms prevented them from moving further and they faced the raised eyebrow on a fierce face of one of the hulks. “Ok... Ok... take it easy” She said to them. Then she turned to him and smiled a wonderfully smug smile like a school-girl caught in her act. Click here to read the rest of this story (96 more lines)
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