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at a time, to a tiny broom closet, sit him on a stool, and tell him to wait for the others. Then Brian or Mark or whoever was taking his turn at it would start to moan at the back of the closet and snap on a flashlight, holding it just under his mask as the kid turned around. It would look for all the world like a floating head, and after the kid let out a bloodcurdling scream, I’d take him out the back door where his parents were waiting. If he was under eight years old, we’d skip the closet.
    About halfway through the evening, though, a couple of parents called the school to complain. They said that the closet thing was going to give their children nightmares, sowhen I got the word, I opened the broom closet door and said, “Brian? Mark? Mr. Ormand says we’ve got to cut this out. It’s scaring too many kids, okay?”
    In answer, a hand clamped down on my arm, pulled me inside, and somebody put his arms around me, hugging me close to his body, and kissed me hard on the lips. Not only that, but his tongue was pushing its way into my mouth.
    “Hey!” I said, backing up. “Cut it out!”
    But the arms pulled me back, and the tongue kissed me again.
    “Stop it!” I said, pushing away with all my strength, and I tumbled out into the hall.
    I stayed at my post the rest of the evening, escorting kids through the cobwebs at the back exit and giving each one a licorice lollipop before he left, but all the while I was trying to figure out who that was in the closet. It was probably done as a joke, but still, a tongue going in and out of your mouth isn’t exactly a joke.
    At some point in the evening Brian had been in there, I knew, and possibly Mark. But there were also other eighth-grade boys I hardly knew. It could have been anyone.
    The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. What if I had reached in there and unzipped a guy’s trousers?Would he think it was a joke? At the same time, though, I was thinking that finally something outrageous had happened to me, and I didn’t like it much.
    When we walked over to McDonald’s for cheeseburgers afterward in our costumes, I kept looking at all the guys, wondering if I could figure out who it had been. I hadn’t a clue, and no one seemed to be giving me sideways glances. I wondered what would happen if I told Patrick. If he’d keep asking around till he found out who it was, then pound the guy to a pulp. Somehow I felt it would be a mistake, so I made an even bigger mistake. I told Elizabeth.
    It just came out. The guys were on their second cheeseburgers when Elizabeth and I went to the restroom.
    “You must have been really hungry,” Elizabeth commented, washing her hands at the sink. “Your lipstick’s all over your face.” I looked in the mirror for the first time since we’d left the gym and saw that my lipstick was almost up to my nose.
    “Something really weird happened,” I told her. “I poked my head in the broom closet to say that Mr. Ormand wanted us to cut out the finale, and whoever was in there pulled me inside and French-kissed me.”
    Elizabeth froze with her hands over the sink.
    “You don’t know who it was?”
    “No. Brian was in there part of the time, but there were other guys I hardly knew. I mean, it was dark in there.”
    “Somebody you don’t even know had his tongue in your mouth?” Elizabeth cried.
    “Yes …”
    “Alice, that’s the next thing to being raped!”
    “Well, not exactly.”
    “You were violated!”
    The more she kept at it, the worse I began to feel.
    Pamela came into the restroom then, and she was the last person I wanted to know, because she’s going with Brian.
    What if it had been Brian who’d kissed me?
    But Elizabeth just barreled on.
    “Alice was violated,” she said.
    “What?”
    “The next thing to being raped,” said Elizabeth.
    “What?” Pamela cried.
    I had to tell her.
    “Alice, that’s exciting!” she said.
    I looked at Elizabeth. Elizabeth looked at Pamela.
    “Pamela!” Elizabeth