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No Contest

By: JonJon237



I, Travis Paul Johnson have been advised of my Miranda rights and my attorneys have been involved in my decision to make this statement. I am confessing of my own free will. The County Prosecutor has made no guarantee of the outcome of the felony charges pending against me.

(Signed) Travis Paul Johnson, defendant

(Witness) Arby Van Dyke, Detective, Chicago Police Department

(Witness) Karla Peticrew, Cook County Prosecutor's Office

(Witness) C. Frederick Blum, Esq. Attorney

Dated: April 7, 2002

Emily Carrera, CCR, Court Reporter

The story we told the Last Wish people is all a lie-my true age is eighteen and I'm not sick at all. I just want to say that we didn't mean any harm and I'll give back all of the stuff. 

It's not easy being the shortest, and only virgins in the Senior class at Schaumburg High School. We just didn't want people to make fun of us anymore, and we wanted to get laid before graduation, that's why we did it.

Me and Kevin were in his basement watching TV and smoking weed during Spring Vacation, when we saw this show on TV about kids who got a special wish cause they were sick or something and there was this one guy, who was thirteen who got to spend the whole day hanging out with the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders. Kevin, says to me, "Dude, that's way cool, I wish we could hang out like that, but not like be really sick or anything."

Justb then, the guy who has the show says that the kids just have to get a letter from their doctor saying they're sick, then these people from the Last Wish Foundation take care of everything. We both sat up and looked at each other and Kevin taped the rest of the show where they gave the address and stuff.

We made up the story about me having cancer. Kevin's mom works for a doctor and she had some of his office stationary in her briefcase for when she works at home sending out bills and stuff. We just popped a blank sheet in the printer and made up the letter that we sent to the Last Wish place, that I was just thirteen and dying and that my dying wish was for me and my best friend, Kevin to spend the night at the Playboy Mansion. We just picked there because we saw it on the Escapade Network and it looked cool with all of those shaggable babes, and it was nearby.

We gave them my number for Kevin and his number for me, so that when the Last Wish people called, we'd know it was they and pretend to be our dads. We didn't think it would work, but about a week later the phone rang and some lady asked for Kevin so I knew it was the Last Wish people. I was real excited and talked to the lady and told her that I (Travis Paul Johnson) was 13 and that I only had a year to live. The lady asked to talk to Kevin's dad, and I told her he went out and to call back in half an hour. I called Kevin right away and told him what happened and while we were talking, he got a call waiting beep and it was Last Wish Lady.

When the lady called back, I changed my voice and pretended to be Kevin's dad. The lady was real nice, and asked me a bunch of questions about me and Kevin, how long we'd known each other and stuff. Then she said not to tell me (Travis Paul Johnson), but that they were going to grant my Last Wish. About a week later we each got a letter and that's when things got complicated and we had to make more stuff up.

The first problem we faced was when they wanted my Mom to sign a consent saying that I could go. Since we couldn't use my mom, or Travis mom, we had to find an adult willing to go along with the situation and we decided to try Lil, an old lady alcoholic who lived over Big Ed's Place, a bar on West Schaumburg near SHS (Schaumburg High School). Lil buys beer and cigarettes if you give her a few bucks and we'd been over there a couple of times.

We pooled our money and me and Kevin went over to her place with $44 and a liter bottle of Gin in his backpack that he stole from his dad's liquor cabinet. We climbed the stairs to Lil's apartment and she was there, still sleeping. We pounded on the door for a long time before she let us in. Lil was 40, I guess, at least, and kind of fat with messy bleach blond hair about half-grown out. 

She always reeked of beer and cigarettes, and she had brown fingernails and a wrinkly face from smoking. Lil always tried to hug and kiss the guys, especially after she'd had a few drinks, which was most of the time, I guess. She was just wearing an old pink robe when she let us in and I could see her pubes below her saggy stomach, and that she had a hairy navel. She wasn't pierced anywhere, but she had a Harley tattoo on her chest.

Lil got kind of mad when we told her what we wanted her to do, and she said she was going to call the cops if we didn't get out of her place right away. I was ready to call the whole thing off, but we'd come too far and we didn't want to get in trouble, so Kevin said to wait on the porch and he'd talk to her in private and offer her the money and the gin. 

Kevin was in there for awhile and I could hear them talking down low, then it was quiet for a while. I guess about ten minutes went by before I knew Kevin was doing her, because I could hear the springs creaking on her old twin bed over by the window. Kevin was kind of red faced when he came out, and wouldn't say anything. We hung around Woodfield Mall until about three, and went back to school so that we could take the bus home like normal.

Kev instant-mailed me that night to say what happened. Lil was afraid she'd go back to jail if she went along with The Plot, that's what we were calling it, so he offered her the gin AND the money. She said she'd think about it and tried to kiss Kev like she always does. Her robe was open and Kev got a woody and old Lil saw that right away. They were sitting together on the ratty old couch and she rubbed her tits all over Kevin and touched his cock through his pants.

She told Kev that if we wanted her to play my mom, that he'd have to give her something nice and she put his hand on her tit. Kev was pretty hot by then, and when she led him by his belt over to the bed, he didn't fight her.

Kevin almost had sex twice with Mindy, his ex before they broke up, so he was pretty experienced. I asked if he kissed Lil and he said that he had to, and that she wanted him to suck on her nipples and that they were real big and dark brown, not pink like Mindy's.

She wanted Kev to kiss her around her pussy and to lick her down there too, but he told her that he was being treated for strep throat and she said that he'd better not then. Kev said that her body wasn't all that old looking, and that she had a lot of hair around her pussy. She used her hand to help Kevin get his dick into her, and he kept slipping out because she was so wet inside, that's what took him so long to finish banging her.

I asked Kevin if it was very revolting and he told me that it was, at first, but that when he got hotter, he hardly noticed how she smelled, and that his cock felt real good in her pussy, and that he came a lot. And he said that Lil would pretend to be my mom when the Last Wish people came to the house to surprise me on Tuesday.

I kind of wished that we could call the whole thing off right there.

On Tuesday, I told my mom that I was sick and she checked my forehead and said I could stay home in bed. Once she left for work, I took the city bus over to Kevin's house and we took his sister's car over to Big Eds to get Lil. She was still in bed and we had to get her cleaned up and ready to go. She didn't have very many decent clothes, so we went by the Goodwill thrift store and found her a pretty nice dress and some jewelry for three dollars. 

We drove back to my house and gave Lil a couple of drinks from the liquor cabinet to get her in the right mood. She kept grabbing Kev and trying to get her hand down his pants and they were kind of fooling around until the Last Wish people showed up. He was still hard when the doorbell rang.

I tried to act real surprised when the people came in and told me that they were going to grant my last wish, but I was real nervous and couldn't hardly talk, but Kevin and Lil said I did just fine and acted just like a kid who was dying. The Last Wish people and a reporter from the Chicago Sun Times took some pictures of me, Kevin and my "Mom" together; Lil hammed it up telling them stories about my supposed childhood, how smart I am, how she was so proud of my courage, blah, blah, blah. 

They brought me some nice gifts, a Sony Laptop computer, a phat MP3 player, a Louis Vitton travel bag, and some video games, clothes and stuff from The Gap and some downtown Chicago stores. They said that the Playboy organization would send a limo for Kevin and me on Friday morning, and that we would go all over Chicago with the Bunnies, to the museums, restaurants, and to a Chicago Bulls game in the evening, before spending the night at the mansion. 

Lil did her part and signed my mom's name on the papers. After the Last Wish people left we, Kev and I, checked out all the neat stuff while Lil drank more of dad's booze, then Kev drove Lil back to Big Ed's Place so he could get his sister's car back before she came home from school. Lil was all over Kevin as they walked out to the car and I could see that he had a hardon.

I didn't feel like eating dinner that night and Mom thought I was still sick. I did some homework and went on the computer for a while after dinner, then came downstairs and asked Dad if it would be OK if I spent Friday night at Kevin's house. He said OK, and asked if everything was all right, and he said that if something was wrong, I could always come to him or Mom. 

I wish I had.

Friday came and I acted like I was getting ready for school until Mom left for work, then I got together a toothbrush, toothpaste and a few other things for spending the night and put them into the Vitton bag. About 9:30, the limo arrived and two babalicious Bunnies got out with the driver and came to the door. The Bunnies looked real hot, even though it was too cold outside to wear the little outfits they wear in the magazine. No bunny ears, but the little earmuffs they had on were cute.

The driver carried my bag while Misty, Cindy and me walked out to the car. They were real nice and said that they were sorry to hear about me being so sick, and they asked all about me and my family and stuff. It was real hard to remember that I was supposed to be thirteen and dying. The driver opened the door and we got in.

Kevin was already inside; sitting on the seat between two bunnies that did have on Bunny ears. He was grinning ear to ear, and said, "Hey, dude. Check it out."

All six of us sat together in the back, around a kind of little bar, which had a sound system with a CD changer, TV and DVD player that popped up. Kev tried to open up the bar top, but it was locked. I found a hip-hop disk that I liked and popped it in the player and kicked back. 

We amused ourselves by messing with the sound system and opening and closing the moon roof, when we weren't sneaking looks at the girls and making small talk, mostly about school, what it was like being a bunny and stuff. We stood up and stuck our heads out the moon roof when we were on the Dan Ryan Expressway, but it was way cold out, and we got back in before the driver turned off towards The Loop. It was cool having people staring at the limo, wondering who was inside, and I was enjoying the special treatment by the time we reached The Mansion.

I thought the mansion would have a lot of open land around it, sort of like a castle, but it turned out to be right in town. We drove in through a gate and pulled up in front. The girls took us inside while the driver carried our bags. There was a little desk in this big front room, after you went up a couple of steps, and a bunny had us each sign in. We signed our names extra big and I turned back a page to see who had signed in the day before and do you know whom I saw there? That's right! Ozzy Osborn!

Some woman dressed in a business suit came down and told the Bunnies something and than came over and hugged me. She asked me how I was feeling and said that if I needed anything, to ask for her, and she gave me a card with the Playboy logo and her name: Christie Hefner, President. I looked at her and saw that she had some tears in her eyes and then I felt guilty. I let her hug me again then they took us to a meeting room where there were all kinds of fruit and bread and cheese and stuff, even sushi and caviar. There were more Bunnies serving drinks, and a couple of photographers. 

Two of the Bunnies took us over to the other side of the room and we got to meet Hef. He was way old and had a toupee, but I tried not to stare. We talked for a minute about our plans for the day and Hef said he hoped he could go to the Bulls game with us. Then he called for attention and people kind of gathered around Kev, Hef and me. He gave us each a maroon jacket with the Playboy symbol on the pocket, some expensive sunglasses that made us look like Men In Black, and introduced me and Kevin to the people there. People applauded and they took a group picture. That's the one that was in the paper.

After lunch, we found out that we were each assigned an "ambassador." I got Misty again, and Kev got Bethany, a tall girl with long dark hair. Misty was real pretty, with perfect skin-she had a light tan and natural, blond hair. And really big, beautiful tatas. I could make out her nipples through the Bunny suit, but what really knocked me out were her lips and eyes. 

Her lips were kind of puffy, not thin at all. And her eyes. Perfect; natural blue. We got to talk alone for a few minutes, while we ate lunch at the reception. Her real name was Michelle Renee Anderson she was 20 and from Gainesville, Florida. We were talking and she asked if I had a girlfriend. I told her "no", then added, "I guess I never will." She was quiet for a minute, then smiled and changed the subject.

We went to the Field Museum first, then over to the Sears Tower. Kev kept trying to kiss Bethany in the limo but she wouldn't let him. I played it cool with Misty. When we were on the observation deck at the Sears Tower, I touched her hand and she smiled at me. It was a cold and gray day and she stepped closer so I could put my arm around her. 

People were kind of staring at us; two teenage guys with a couple of Playboy Bunnies, and a group of sailors stopped and took pictures of us. Misty said that happened at lots of their outings, and that they had met a few celebrities, mostly movie stars and sports figures, but they weren't supposed to talk about them. She did say that Ozzy is just like he seems on TV, though. It was nearly seven p.m. when we got to supper.

We went to a table reserved for us in a special back room at Marios-In-The-Loop, a real fancy place. Guys have to have a jacket and tie to eat there, and the girls took off their little elastic bow ties and had us put them on. I looked over at Kev and he looked stupid and we all four were laughing when Hef came in with his wife, who was old, not as old as our moms though, but way, way younger than Hef. She was way cool, too. 

Kev and I ate like pigs. We had flaming Crème Broulette for dessert and left for the Bulls Vs Celtics game in Hef's limo. You don't have to park in the parking garage and walk to the United Center when you're with Hef. We parked right out in front and walked in; right past the ticket booths to a private elevator that went to a special suite, where we waited with other VIPs for the game to start. Adam Sandler was there with some woman, but he didn't even look at me when I said hi. We waited on the other side with Misty and Bethany while Hef talked to Britney Spears, who was with some country music star.

The Bulls lost 88 to 102, so it was pretty quiet on the ride back to the mansion. We chatted a few minutes with Hef and his wife; then Misty and Bethany showed us to our rooms. 

Kevin's room was right across the hall from mine and they had bathrooms with really big bathtubs that looked like the old kind with the feet, but were really whirlpool tubs. We each got a Playboy robe to use and keep, so we both looked like Hef with real hair. I asked, kind of hopefully, where Misty was sleeping and she said that the bunnies have a room where they stay while they work at the mansion. The only bunnies that get special treatment are ones that were featured in the magazine that year. 

Misty hugged me goodnight and I could smell her hair and feel her big breasts against my chest. She wasn't wearing perfume or anything that I could tell, but she sure smelled good. We said goodbye and I followed her to the door. I saw Bethany out in the hall-she kind of pushed away from Kev, who looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. The girls were talking softly as they walked away.

Kevin complained about Bethany, how she was probably a lesbian and that I got the good one. I said I was the one supposed to be dying and it was only right. Besides, it didn't look like we were going to score, so I said I'd see him in the morning.

I decided to take a bath and started filling the tub. I lay on the bed and switched on the big screen TV-they had the regular channels, plus the Playboy Channel, which I watched while I fingered my tool, thinking of Misty-how good she looked and smelled and felt.

I was about to pull my meat when I heard a soft knocking, more like clicking on the door. I put on my robe and went to the door, figuring it was Kevin. It was Bethany. She had on a flimsy robe that covered a kind of a teddy and I could see her boobs right through it.

Bethany put her finger to her lips and I let her in. She smiled and stood real close to me, so that I could feel her breath on me and smiled. I couldn't take my eyes off of her and my cock got rock hard right away even though she hadn't said anything. She looked around and asked if I was going to take a bath. I said like, sure. But I'd really forgotten all about it. 

Bethany went over to the tub and bent over to feel the water. Her bush showed a little beneath her teddy when she bent down and I could hardly breathe. I was afraid I might hyperventilate like Steve French did in PE once. When Bethany turned around, I was breathing hard and my hands were shaking and ice cold. She smiled again and unlocked the bar, and rummaged around until she found a small bottle of wine and some glasses. 

She asked if the wine would interfere with my treatment, and I said no, even though I didn't know what she meant at first. She meant my cancer treatment. I had forgotten about that. She said that we should undress first, and I did, right away, even thought I'd never been naked with any woman but my mom. My cock was rock hard, and it pointed strait up. 

Bethany took off her teddy and slippers and we stood there looking each other over. She was kind of slim, and her breasts weren't large and round like Misty. Instead, they were more pointed with the area around her nipples kind of puffy and pink, standing out like a breast on a breast. My eyes looked down toward her waist, which was thin and kind of muscular for a girl, to her pussy.

She had just a little oval patch of curly hair above her pussy, the rest was bare and I could see the pink inner lips bulging out. She put the glasses and wine bottle on a little metal and glass table by the tub and told me to climb in, which I did. She went over to the toilet, tore off a band of paper from the seat and sat down. 

I could hear her peeing and my heart was pounding in my ears when she came over to the tub and stepped in. It didn't take long for the wine and the bubbles from the whirlpool to relax me and we were talking and laughing like I'd known her for a long time. We took turns washing each other and she put her legs over mine so that we could scoot in close, facing each other. I was afraid to kiss her at first, but I did, since I felt like I was somebody else. It's hard to explain.


No Contest



I could feel my dick against the little patch of hair on her pussy and wanted to get inside her. Bethany said that maybe we should dry off and lay on the bed, so we dried off with the Playboy towels. The bed was huge. I sat down on the edge of it and Bethany knelt next to the bed by my knees and touched my dick. 

I felt like I was going to hyperventilate again when she pushed back the foreskin and licked the head. She asked if I'd ever had any oral before and I didn't lie when I said I hadn't. She kissed the end of my dick and put her mouth over it, not really sucking, just sliding her lips over it, sort of up and down. I felt like I was going to come after just a few seconds of that and Bethany must have known, cause she stopped and climbed right over me to the center of the bed. 

I rolled over to her and kissed her again, only this time I felt brave enough to try a french kiss, and she put her tongue in my mouth, too. After a little bit of that, I climbed over her and on sucked on her nipples, first one, then the other and they stuck out even more than before. I was too hot to wait anymore.

I said, "Let me put it in now, OK?" and she let me. I had a little trouble finding the right spot, but Bethany kind of coached me and it was the best feeling in the world when I hit the mark and slid in. 

I tried to slow down, but couldn't control myself and just pumped away full steam until I built up and splooged inside of her. It felt like gush after gush of cum shot out, and I could still feel like spasms inside my dick and through my whole body, even when nothing more was shooting out. Bethany kept her legs up for a minute and my cock deflated inside of her. I was hunched over her, sweating and breathing hard. Bethany looked at me and smiled, kissed me on the lips and pulled me down on top of her. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, kissing off and on while I calmed down. I felt like the king of the world.

After awhile, Bethany pulled the sheet up over us-I guess she was cold and we lay with her back against my chest and I put my arm over her. We talked a little bit and I felt my cock getting hard again, kind of rising up and dragging itself in slow motion along her butt crack. She laughed a little and pressed her butt against my cock. I asked her if she felt like doing it again and she said "of course," and turned over and I slid my free hand between her thighs.

Bethany was sure wet down there. Her inner thighs and whole pussy area felt slippery and I there was a little odor of her puss and my jism.

I felt around for her hole and she moaned a little. I asked if she minded if I felt around inside and she said no, but I needed to do it right. She held my fingers and showed me where to rub; around the top of her pussy, over but not right on her clit, and into her hole a little, mostly at the top. This made both of us hot, and I sucked on the nipple nearest me until I couldn't wait any more and had to climb onto her. 

She was sure juicy inside the second time around! My dick kept slipping out until Bethany wrapped her legs around me and locked her ankles together. I didn't feel so rushed this time and humped away at a slower pace, and Bethany rocked along with me, using her thighs to help me push farther in with every thrust. Finally, with Bethany crying out, like "ah-ahh-ahhh," I built up, creamed inside of her four or five times and collapsed on her. 

This time we were both sweaty and breathing hard and I pushed the sheets away. It was hard to believe that it was like thirty-three degrees outside the window. It was real hot in my room.

I was closing my eyes when Bethany sat up and used the bath towel to wipe her pussy and thighs before getting dressed. She looked at me and said that she couldn't stay because she might get in a lot of trouble. Bethany kissed me on the forehead and said that she would keep me in her thoughts. 

Then she opened the door a crack, peeked out, and left quietly. 

It was just getting light when the phone woke me up. It was Misty and she apologized for calling so early, but thought we could have breakfast in my room and spend a little time together before it was time to go. I thanked her without giving it much thought and then got up and went to the bathroom. 

I brushed my teeth and was just looking at myself in the mirror when Misty knocked at the door. She had a little cart with a couple of covered plates and cups on it and I let her in. I have a hard on almost every morning when I wake up, and the sight of the buxom Misty brought it right up. She said that, being as this was her last day as my Playboy Ambassador, she wanted me to have anything I wanted. I looked at her and grinned. 

Misty grinned back, and I asked, "You mean besides breakfast?" She said, "Anything your little heart desires, Tiger," and gave me a peck on the lips. My heart was pounding as she undid the tie on my robe. My dick throbbed inside my boxers when she slipped off her satin robe. 

Her breasts were large and round, as I had imagined, with large, pink ovals around her nipples, which didn't stick out, like Bethany's. She was wearing a kind of a bra, which went around her breasts, pushing them up and out even more. I cupped them in my hands and rolled the nipples under my thumbs while we kissed, lightly at first, then she let me put my tongue in her mouth and we kind of scooted over to the bed.

I sat down first, and Misty pushed my shoulders back, so she could swing her leg over and straddle me. She wasn't wearing any panties, but had on a kind of fancy embroidered and lace belt with little elastic silk straps that held up her nylons. Her pussy wasn't shaved at all. She had lots of thick, curly blond hair around the lips, and a little Playboy tattoo just above the hair.

I grabbed the sides of my boxers and pushed them down as far as I could, which was about to my knees, because I was lying on my back. My dick slapped back against her thigh as the boxers went down, and I was kissing her on the neck and throat. She sat up a little and kissed me on my nipples, which felt kind of good, too, and I was trying to get my dick into her, but couldn't because she was on top of me. Finally she raised up and used her hand to help me find the right spot.

It was way different with her on top. Misty did most of the work and she started out real slow. Her breasts swung with each thrust that she made and it felt like my dick kind of bent inside her. After a while I was kind of working with her and my cock felt like it was going deeper and deeper inside of her. 

Misty was breathing hard and kind grunting like, "Ah-ah-ah," each time my cock went in her. I could feel myself getting ready to come and thrust harder and harder against her as I came, and I gave out just as six or seven squirts of my jism shot into her. 

Misty kept thrusting against me even though I was done and starting to get soft. Finally she kind of shuddered but kept thrusting, in slow motion, for a minute more. I read somewhere that a guy shouldn't ask a girl if she came, so I asked her if it was good, but she just lay there on top of me and didn't answer. My dick had gone all the way soft and it kind of plopped out of her and I felt some warm liquid leak out onto my lower stomach and pubic hair.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, but I was getting hungry and the smell of the food was getting to me, so we ate breakfast right there on the bed. There was a little cup of fruit, and some thin pancakes with powdered sugar on them and some fruit in the middle, all cold, of course. There were glasses of OJ and one of those little school cartons of milk which was for me, I guess. We both ate kind of fast.

Misty kissed me and said that when she was thirteen, there weren't any boys her age that were as mature as me, but if there had been, she wouldn't have waited as long as she did to lose her virginity. I wanted to tell her what was going on, but lost my nerve when she said that, no matter what happened I could think of her as my girlfriend. I thanked her and switched on the TV. 

There wasn't much on, mostly home improvement shows and I turned my attention back to Misty, but she said, "Oh! Look at the time!" She had to be out of there and downstairs for some kind of inspection in half an hour, and the driver would be up for my stuff soon after that. 

I kissed her on the neck and rubbed one of her nipples. She started to get up like she was going to get dressed, but I kind of held her back until she said that she could play-but just for a couple minutes more. Misty slid off the bed and pulled my feet out onto the floor. She knelt between my knees and took my cock in her hand and licked the shaft from my balls to the tip, and ran her tongue around the head. She grinned and said, "Umm, I can taste my pussy on your cock."

The sensations were almost too intense on the head, and she started sliding her lips up and down the shaft, which felt so good, even though I could feel her teeth on my cock from time to time. 

In a matter of a minute I was about to come again and I think she could tell, because she started sucking harder and faster until I felt like I was going to explode and then I came and the sensations were the strongest yet, even though I could tell not much came out with each squirt.

I don't think that she liked the taste that much, cause she finished the OJ from my glass and told me that we had better get cleaned up and dressed ASAP. She went in the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. I saw her wipe her pussy two or three times with some toilet paper as I dressed.

Misty kissed me on the lips and said she would meet me downstairs at the limo, then she left, taking the cart and dishes with her. I dressed and Rudolph, the limo driver came to the door for my stuff. I checked to make sure that I hadn't forgotten anything, and followed him downstairs.

When we got downstairs, Hef and Christie were in a room with the Bunnies, inspecting the fit of their costumes, and saying a few words to each of them. Kevin was sitting on a little couch waiting to go too, so I sat down next to him. After a few minutes, the Bunny meeting broke up and Hef came out with Misty and Bethany. Hef asked if we enjoyed the stay and we both said yes, but I could tell Kev was not that happy. 

Hef introduced us to the other Bunnies from the meeting and shook Kev's hand, then mine. He said, "Keep your chin up, Travis." Then he pressed some money into my hand. Christie hugged me again and said she would be thinking of me and told me to keep in touch. Then Kev, the two girls and me went out to the limo and started for home. 

It was kind of cold, but the sky was clear and blue as we drove down Lakeshore Drive and I was as elated as Kevin was glum. Bethany was sitting an arm's length away from Kevin and Misty sat right next to me for the whole ride home. We were going by a marina where there were a bunch of sailboats and I opened up the moon roof and stood up on the seat. 

The freezing air rushing by made my eyes water and I threw back my arms and yelled, "I'm King of the World!" A couple of people walking their dogs waved at me. It didn't take that long to get back to Schaumburg and we let Kevin off at his place first. He thanked the girls and Rudolf, got his things and said he'd call me later. Then we drove to my place and stopped out in front.

I hoped that my folks weren't up yet, because they might see me get out of the limo and get suspicious. Rudolf got my stuff and I thanked him. Then each of the girls hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I thanked them over and over and they were both a little teary eyed, and I was a little choked up myself.

They waved to me from the moon roof as they drove away, and I picked up my bag and headed for the door. The only person I saw was old man Jessup out to get his newspaper and he didn't get along with my folks. I unlocked the door and listened. My folks weren't up, so I grabbed my bag and headed upstairs.

My parent's door was closed and I could hear them getting it on so I took the time to hide all the new stuff that I couldn't explain. Then I lay down and took a nap.

The weekend went by pretty quickly. I helped Dad clean out the garage Saturday afternoon and called Kevin that night. I told him what happened, but he acted like he didn't believe me. I had a little weed and invited him over for a spliff, but Kev said he was busy and would see me in school on Monday.

On Sunday, we went to church and I played basketball with Steve Abrams and Cedric Russell. I got my homework finished in the evening and watched some tube, so the weekend was pretty much a waste.

I got up Monday, showered and dressed for school like I always do. But when I came downstairs for breakfast, Dad was still home, sitting at the kitchen table with Mom. Dad usually leaves for work an hour before I get up. They both looked kind of grim sitting there. 

Dad asked me if I enjoyed myself at Kevin's Friday night and I said yes. Then he asked what we did all evening and I told him we played computer games and shot some hoops. Then Dad goes, "AND WHOM DID YOU PLAY HOOPS WITH? THE BULLS??!!" I just stood there and Mom started looking furious and yelled, "ANSWER YOUR FATHER!"

Before I could answer, Mom went into hysterics and yelled that she didn't believe that I was the child that she gave birth to and stuff. Things got kind of quiet after a while and Dad showed me the Chicago Sun Times. There was Kev and me on the front page of section C. The story title said, "Sick Boy Gets Wish From Playboy Foundation." There it was, in black and white. And there was a picture of Old Lil, too, identified as "Mrs. Fredrick Johnson, Travis' Mom."

Dad asked if it was me and Kevin and I told him yes, since there was no way I could lie my way out of it. That's when Dad told me that I had committed a serious crime and might have to go to jail for it. Man was I scared. I told him everything except for the sex part and Dad said that he would call his lawyer, Mr. Blum for advice. 

While Dad was on the phone, I went back up to my room, called Kevin and told him not to go to school, since some of the teachers would have seen the story and called the police by then.

A couple days after I got home from the county jail, I found an e-mail from Kevin. He and Old Lil were together at a campground near St. Louis, but were heading for California. I haven't heard from him since.

I just want to say that I'm as sorry as I can be for all of the trouble that I caused my family, the Playboy and Last Wish People, and The State of Illinois. I know what we did was wrong and accept full responsibility for my actions. I've learned my lesson and I'll never, ever do anything like that again.

--And he really, really means that. Really.

The End