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   Kat Fighter
   [4/5: Fury of the Kat]
   Jacobin
   jacobin_11111794@hotmail.com


   Boring Stuff

   Standard disclaimers regarding sexually explicit material apply. The good 
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   -- Jacobin


   Part Four: Fury of the Kat


   Katherine took to calling Daniel late, while she watched an early 
broadcast of the Late Show via satellite as her parents settled into bed.
   "I heard once it wasn't polite to call after ten," he said when he picked 
up.
   "It's two minutes after ten, fucking Christ, Dan. Come over," she said, 
putting her bare feet up on the antique coffee table. "You didn't come over 
last night because you had work to catch up on, and if you didn't do it, I'm 
going to be pissed."
   "Hey, Katherine, nice to talk to you again. Yeah, I'll be out in a 
minute."
   "Aight," she said, and hung up on him, turned the sound back up on the 
TV, and waited. After five minutes he tapped on the window and Kat got up to 
open the backyard door for him and smuggle Dan downstairs.
   He set his backpack on the coffee table and turned around to put a hand 
to Kat's cheek and kiss her softly. Kat kissed him in return, looking him 
evenly in the eye.
   "Hi," Dan said.
   "Hi there," Kat said, and they kissed again. "You want to sit down?"
   "Not really." Dan put his other hand up to take her head in his hands and 
kiss her. "I missed you."
   Kat butted foreheads with him, shaking off his hands. "What, since we got 
out of school?"
   Dan shrugged and sat on the couch.
   Kat upended his bag. "What'd you bring me?" CDs, a DVD, their physics 
textbook -- "Dan, I'm not going to study Physics, our test isn't for a 
week."
   "It's my excuse if I get caught," Dan said. "Would you haul that book 
around if you didn't have to?"
   And a sandwitch baggie containing four plump rolled joints and a 
stainless steel zippo lighter.
   "Uh," Dan said. "About that."
   "Whatever," Kat said. "You'll get bored of it eventually. Or I'll get you 
to stop."
   "So the movie's this crazy Jet Li flick," Dan said, ignoring her 
baggie-waving.
   "Wire work bores me."
   "Nah, you'll like this."
   Kat sat down next to Dan.
   "Dan, you know what I really like about you?"
   "Really?"
   Kat nodded.
   "No."
   Kat kissed him. "See, there's this back-and-forth with us. You're getting 
into watching crazy kung fu films, I'm listening to these bizarre CDs you 
bring me. I go climbing, you run with me."
   "Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about that. My shins --"
   "Shut up all ready. You're the only guy I've ever been with that's really 
seen me as somebody who's attractive, and smart--"
   Dan leaned in and kissed her again, quickly. "Other people are stupid," 
he said.
   "Would you shut up, I'm trying to tell you--"
   Dan kissed her again, their mouths opening, their kisses long and deep, 
and when they broke off Kat smiled.
   "I know," Dan said, touching her shoulder, running his hand down her arm. 
They started to kiss again, and they laid out, Kat beneath him. She pulled 
his shirt off, and then he pulled hers off, and then fumbled with her bra 
for a moment before the hook was off and it got tossed behind the couch with 
his shirt. Kat laid under him, her breasts pressed against his chest, Daniel 
on his elbows, weight off her, leaning up to kiss him.
   "You're such a gentleman," Kat said.
   "This is so sexy," Dan whispered, moving up, Kat feeling the press of the 
zipper, Dan's hardness behind it as he pressed his hips in. Kat smiled and 
wiggled under him.
   "You're sexy," Kat whispered back, biting his earlobe. She reached down 
to grab Dan's ass and pull him closer, his warmth against hers.
   The toilet flushed upstairs.
   "Holy fuck," Kat said, and rolled Dan off the couch.
   "What?" Dan whispered.
   "Fuck fuck fuck," Kat said. Footsteps came down the hall from the master 
bedroom to the kitchen.
   Dan handed Kat her shirt and swung his legs under the couch.
   "You won't fit," Kat hissed, pulling the shirt over her head. Her nipples 
seemed to hold the lettering forward an extra inch off her chest.
   "Trust me here," Daniel said, and sucked his breath in, wiggled halfway 
into the eight-inch clearance, exhaled, sucked his breath in, and 
disappeared. The footsteps started again, kitchen to stairwell.
   Dan coughed. "Fuck it's dusty down here. Don't you ever vacuum?"
   "Oh fuck, it smells like horny boy and hot girl in here," Kat said. She 
grabbed the baggy, pulled out a joint, and lit the Zippo as she opened it.
   "What are you doing with my--"
   "Shut the fuck up!" Kat whispered, and took a huge drag, exhaled, 
dragged, exhaled. The steps came down the first half-flight. Kat dragged, 
exhaled, dragged, blew the smoke left, right, dragged--
   "Katherine?" her dad called, coming down the steps.
   "Yeah?" Kat dragged the last of the joint down, blew it straight up. The 
joint was nearly gone.
   "You going to bed soon?" he walked into the den, bags under his eyes, 
yawning, in his ridiculous golf pajamas.
   "Yeah, I just wanted to relax, watch the Top Ten list."
   He squinted at the TV, nodded. "Sure, sure." His eyes came all the way 
open as he sniffed. He looked around the room, the slight haze, and sniffed. 
His eyes went to the coffee table, the CDs, the movie, the baggie with three 
joints and the zippo, Kat with one almost done in her hand.
   "Oh, Katherine." He sat down in the armchair.
   Kat smiled nervously.
   "How often are you smoking out?"
   "Hardly ever, dad."
   "Oh, Katherine, please be honest. We've talked about marijuana before."
   Katherine stubbed out the ember with her finger and set the butt on a CD 
case. This was going to take a while.

   "We'll talk more tomorrow," Kat's dad said, when he finally stood up and 
shuffled over, leaning to kiss her forehead. "I love you, Katherine, I just 
want the best for you."
   "I know, dad," Kat replied, and smiled.
   "Get to bed now."
   Kat nodded, and her dad shuffled on out. As he got to the stairs, Daniel 
started to cough.
   "And it messes up your respiratory system," Kat's dad called. "You're an 
athlete--"
   "Dad!"
   "Okay, okay."
   She listened to him head all the way back to the bedroom and ran to the 
bathroom, filled a glass with water and hurried back to the den, where 
Daniel, red-eyed and his face tear-streaked, sat up and coughed. His arms 
and jeans were coated in gray dust, and his chest was little better. He took 
the water and drank the whole glass, then gasped.
   "You have no idea how hard that was," he said finally.
   "Oh, baby," Kat said.
   "Bleah," Dan said. "Did you have a dog? Gerbil? Ferret? Help me out 
here."
   Kat kissed him to shut him up, and Dan leaned in.
   "I'm so sorry."
   "I'm fine," Dan said. "Help me up."
   Kat offered him a hand and pulled him to his feet.
   "I am cramping up something awful," Dan said. He walked stiff-legged to 
the bathroom and Kat could, even through the door, hear him take a monster 
piss. There was a long pause, the sink ran, and he came back out. "What is 
it, two?"
   Kat nodded.
   "I have to leave." Dan went to grab his backpack, but Kat put herself in 
the way and kissed him again. She took her shirt off, still bare underneath, 
and wiped his arms, his chest, and then regarded his jeans.
   "These are going to have to come off," Kat said, shaking her head.
   "I have to go."
   "I didn't listen to my dad give me a drug talk for four hours so you 
could leave," Kat said. She undid the button and zipper on his jeans with 
some struggle and pulled them down to his feet. "You're already in as much 
trouble as you're going to get into. You might as well get something out of 
it."
   Kat put her hand under the bulge in his boxer briefs, cupping his balls, 
and Dan smiled.
   "Okay."
   He leaned straight forward to kiss her, hands running up to catch her 
breasts, running thumbs around nipples, and Kat sighed, sagging into him, 
and with a hand at the small of her back Dan laid her down and followed her, 
their chests still touching.
   "I've been thinking about this for hours," Kat said, pulling his shorts 
down to expose Dan's big, hanging erection. "And it was worth the wait." Kat 
reached down to start rubbing its length as Dan tugged her sweats off, 
moving out of reach for a moment and hurrying back.
   Kat pulled him in, eager even though she wasn't quite ready, moving 
slowly, working the lubrication out, the anticipation making Kat moan softly 
until finally she asked nicely and Dan obliged, driving all the way in.
   "Oh, that's good," Kat gasped, as he moved back. "I've been waiting for 
that for hours. Hours."
   "I've been waiting for that for years," Daniel said, and Kat put her arms 
around him and pulled him close as his breath came heavier, his pace 
quickening, and with each move everything became more distant until there 
was only the space where they touched, her skin electric, and she came in 
long waves, a jerk and time for a deep breath then another, and Kat bit her 
lip and rode them out until she opened her eyes to see Dan looking back at 
her, sweat dripping across his forehead.
   "Wow," Kat said. "You.. you okay, then?"
   Dan nodded, blinking, breath short.
   Kat flopped her arms, out exhausted. "That was so nice," she said. "I 
didn't even notice you---"
   Dan shook his head.
   "Well," Kat said, "then I'm not done either."
   And then she turned him over and went at him again from the top, building 
momentum again until he came in her, and that brought her off, and that in 
turn, kept him coming over and over.
   "Ah Kat," Dan sighed, "I love you."
   "Oh it's fine for you to say it, sure, but when I try..."
   "I know we're not supposed to know, and puppy love, but..."
   Kat smiled, kissed him, rolled off, snuggled up, and pulled a blanket off 
the couch back over them.

   "Daniel, do you remember I told you you were in as much trouble as you 
were going to get into?"
   "Yeah," Daniel said, eyes closed, his breaths growing longer.
   "I lied. It's four in the morning, and you're probably in a lot of 
trouble."
   Daniel's head snapped up. "Oh fuck," he said, and he was out the back 
door, pulling his clothes on as he hustled down the street

   The season went on. Kat trained, she lost and sometimes she won, she 
picked fights Suzette won, she nursed her bruises, twice a week Jack would 
teach her how to get less-badly beaten, she was dropped off Varsity and 
worked her way back on as she started to win more and more of her matches, 
passing technique-perfect Lisa for the second spot on the team, got up past 
last year's ranking and never beat Suzette. And outside the season, she hung 
out with Daniel, went climbing when they could, stole chances to make each 
him say her name while she bit his shoulder, and when they couldn't they'd 
hang out anyway, and he'd hold her and Kat would talk in circles, and he'd 
wait her out.



   "Why do you like me, Dan? Seriously, I'm sort of a bitch."
   Dan grinned. "Ever since I came out here, you've sort of done your own 
thing. You've read different books, you've seen some movies... I don't know, 
you're not the other girls."
   "Lisa's not the other girls."
   "No, you know what I mean. You've got character. You've got that spark, 
you know?"
   Kat sighed. She was going to have to drill that habit out of him.
   "Side note, Dan?"
   "Uh, yeah?"
   "Don't say 'you know' any more when we're having serious conversations 
when you're nervous. It's like I've got to talk to you when you're really 
relaxed after hot sex if I don't want to hear it. It makes you sound like a 
moron."
   "Fine, I won't."
   "And you're not a moron, so don't take that like it's an insult, but 
we've got an honest relationship, I'm liking it, so I thought I'd tell you."
   Dan shook his head, looked off.
   "What?" Kat asked.
   "You kn-- you're right, you are sort of a bitch, Kat."
   Kat sighed. "Yeah."
   "What's that about?"
   "I'll give you the short version."
   Dan shrugged. "I've got time."
   "No, the long version's long and I don't like telling it. When I was 15, 
all the girls sort of ran together, and Suzette and I were best friends. And 
after her birthday party that year, she turned on me. Started making fun of 
me all the time, the way I dressed, the jokes I told."
   "Oh."
   "Booted me out. I lost all my friends. I couldn't move. Even the guys 
wouldn't talk to me, because they'd make fun of them, and you know, fuck, 
Dan, there's only five hundred people at school."
   Dan nodded. "Yeah. When I moved out here, my junior high was a thousand 
kids."
   "Shit."
   "Yeah."
   "So after they'd gotten enough of that, they turned on Lisa, because 
she'd started to come around and talk to me again."
   "Snapped out of it."
   "Yeah, felt really bad. And that was the start of it. Eventually Suzette 
was down to what, her twenty friends, and there were enough exiles that we 
could hang out."
   "But even then it's like you're settling for friends, sort of?"
   Kat sighed. "Holy shit," she said.
   "Kat?" Dan leaned in. "Kat, what is it?"
   "I just realized something," Kat said. "I have to go. I'm sorry. I 
shouldn't be long, if you want to hang around." She stood up, kissed him on 
the forehead, turned, and ran from the house.
   Dan's whole face came together, forehead and eyebrows down, cheeks in as 
his eyes flashed confusion and he went into a slow "Whaaaa?"
   Kat was in the driveway before it came out.

   Suzette and Amy sat on Suzette's wide, comfortable leather couch, 
watching MTV.
   "I don't understand why they're always re-running Beach Party stuff," Amy 
said. She scratched her cast.
   "Cheap, I guess," Suzette said. "You know what bugs me?"
   "No."
   "It's always cloudy, and they try and pretend it's not. They get the 
worst weather for these things, and they try and ignore it, but you can tell 
the sun's not out because no one has a shadow."
   "I never noticed that," Amy said, leaning in. "But you're right."

   Amy's little Neon was parked behind Suzette's Jeep, which left space for 
another four cars in the massive driveway. Kat ran her Corolla up and 
skidded to a stop under the basketball hoop. She was out of the car in a 
flash, the door slamming shut behind her with a massive metal-on-metal bang.

   "What was that?" Suzette said, looking towards the kitchen.
   "Huh?"
   The front door cracked against the wall.
   "Mom?" Suzette called.
   There was Kat, her shoulder muscles defined under the tank top, her 
ponytail waving as she looked right to left and--
   "You should lock that," Kat said. "You never know what kind of person 
might come walking in."
   "Ohmygod," Amy said, starting to take short quick gasps.
   "On the other hand, I probably would have kicked it in, or gone around 
back to break the patio door, so maybe that was the smart move after all."
   "What the fuck?" Suzette asked, not moving. MTV went to commercials, loud 
cosmetics ads.
   Amy's breath grew steadier, and she stood up.
   "Get out," Amy said.
   "You should," Kat said. "Or I'm going to break your other fucking arm."
   Amy stared.
   "Yeah, look at me, Amy. Look closely. One arm, it's an inconvenience. Two 
arms, you're going to have a hard time jerking guys off, and then what's 
that going to do to your social life? Look at me, Amy, you know I'm 
serious."
   Amy started to cry.
   "If you leave, and you don't tell anyone, nothing happens. So leave, 
Amy."
   The first tear hit the carpet.
   "Leave."
   Amy ran.
   Suzette turned off the TV without taking her eyes off Kat.
   "At last, some time alone," Kat said. She took a slow step into the room, 
looking around. "Wasn't this the dining room last time I was here?"
   Suzette stood with an equal lack of concern, as if she might go get some 
chips.
   Kat nodded. "I like the new furniture, it's nice. Probably pretty 
expensive, huh?"
   "I wouldn't know," Suzette said. She rolled her shoulders one by one.
   Kat continued to walk into the room, stretching her neck right, then 
left.
   "I think you do," Kat said. "I think you've got a very good idea."
   She was only a couple feet away from Suzette now, and one corner of her 
mouth kept twitching into a smile.
   "You come by to talk about furniture?" Suzette asked, her voice cracking 
for the first time as Kat got nose to nose. Their shirts touched, and goose 
bumps rose on Kat's arm.
   "We're not talking about furniture," Kat said, her head moving in, lips 
brushing, and Suzette didn't move, trembling. Kat let her smile go, and 
kissed Suzette softly.
   Suzette moaned so softly Kat could only feel it.
   "Yes," Kat said. She put her left hand on Suzette's defined stomach, ran 
it up as she kissed her again, under Suzette's bra, and found the areola 
already bumped, the nipple already hard. Kat took it between thumb and index 
finger as Suzette moaned again, knees giving a little, leaning into Kat 
more.
   Kat put her right hand on Suzette's stomach, sliding her fingertips under 
the band of her shorts.
   "You like this, huh?"
   "Unh," Suzette squeaked. Kat moved her right down a little, feeling the 
line of Suzette's short hairs, the panties moist against the back of her 
hand. As Suzette sagged into her, Kat put her mouth to Suzette's ear.
   "You've wanted this for years, haven't you?" Kat asked, pinching 
Suzette's nipple harder. Suzette shuddered, and Kat moved her hand down 
further to find Suzette was soaking wet and hot, and pressing into her palm.
   "Please," Suzette whispered.
   "Haven't you?"
   "Yes."
   Suzette was starting to grind on Kat's hand, and Kat brought it back up, 
spread the fingers to either side of her clit.
   "No," Suzette said softly, and bit her lip. "Nooo."
   "It was that party, when we were up, and we were kissing, cause I didn't 
know how, wasn't it?" Kat slid the hand back down.
   "Yes, oh, oh, yes," Suzette muttered.
   "We did that for a while," Kat said, slipping a finger inside Suzette and 
back out. "A long time."
   "No."
   "We didn't?" Kat rolled Suzette's nipple between thumb and finger, drew 
her hand back.
   "Yes, we did," Suzette said. "Yes."
   Kat pushed the finger back in, and Suzette moved against Kat's hand, her 
breath ragged. "There was some touching, too, wasn't there?"
   "Yes, oh, yes."
   "Uh huh. And then we went to sleep, and when I woke up, you didn't like 
me any more."
   "Unh," Suzette gasped, and her whole body trembled, her legs shaking, and 
she put her chin into Kat's shoulder and moaned. "Oh, Kat. Oh."
   "But you did, didn't you?" Kat worked another finger in, started to move 
them both in and out.
   "I did, I did." Suzette gasped for breath, kissed Kat's neck.
   "You were scared, weren't you?"
   "Oh, Kat. Yes, yes."
   "And when you couldn't stop thinking about it, you got Lisa to help you 
out a little, huh?"
   "How?"
   Kat drove her fingers in to the third knuckle, twisted the nipple again. 
"Didn't help, did it?"
   "No! Please." Suzette rocked her hips, trying to get some motion, but Kat 
kept her in place. Slowly, she let loose, moved her fingers out, let Suzette 
rock on them, her pace quickening.
   "It must have been hard, these years."
   "Yes," Suzette said, and put her head up to kiss Kat on the lips, and Kat 
could see she was crying. "It was, oh, it was bad, unh, unh." Suzette drove 
her hips forward into Kat's hand and kissed her hard, open mouthed this 
time, touching their tongues again for the first time in three years, and 
Kat had to hold Suzette up with two fingers as Suzette came again and again, 
her knees barely supporting her. "No one's like you, Kat," Suzette said and 
kissed her again. "No one, oh Kat. Oh Kat, I love you, oh Kat."
   Kat tried to keep Suzette standing, her left hand now around Suzette's 
back so Kat could take more of her weight across the chest, and Suzette's 
tears were hot smeared across Kat's cheeks, Kat's hand hot and slick with 
Suzette's juice.
   "All that hate, all those guys," Kat whispered. "Everything you put me 
through..."
   Suzette kissed Kat tenderly, and then tried to say something and nothing 
came out. She started to put her legs back under her, and Kat ran her 
supporting hand back to Suzette's breast.
   "Who's here?" Suzette's mom called. Suzette jumped, and Kat, fingers 
freed, used both hands to shove Suzette back to the couch as the woman came 
into the kitchen to look over the counter.
   "Katherine?" she asked, confusion and wonder in her eyes. She looked to 
Suzette, and Kat followed her gaze.
   Suzette stared off, her face flushed bright red and tear-streaked, 
sitting open legged, the same flush on her face across her arms, her thighs, 
her tanned stomach, a blissful smile on her lips. She licked her lips.
   "I haven't seen you in ages," Suzette's mom said, setting her handbag on 
the beautiful bronze countertop. She looked at Kat, Suzette, Kat.
   "You know Mike?" Kat asked her.
   "Of course," Suzette's mom said, leaning into the counter but keeping it 
between her and Kat.
   "You know he and Suzette have been going out, right?"
   "Sure."
   "I found out he's seeing this other girl in Creek," Kat said. "Back when 
I was going out with him, too." Kat sighed, shuffled her feet. "I thought I 
should tell Suzette, even though..."
   Her mom nodded.
   "So we've had a good cry."
   "Oh, Suzette, I'm so sorry," Suzette's mom said, finally coming out into 
the living room, arms wide. Kat gagged on the cloud of perfume the woman 
wore -- she'd been worried she might smell something, but Kat would be 
surprised if she'd smell a sulfur fire.
   "I have to leave," Kat said. Suzette and her mom embraced quickly, and 
Kat started for the door.
   "Kat," Suzette said, in a tone Kat had never heard before. She stopped, 
looked back.
   "It was nice to see you around again, Katherine," Suzette's mom said. Kat 
was looking past her, at Suzette' face, filled with need and confusion, and 
then Kat smiled at the mom.
   "Take a shower, go work out," Kat told Suzette. "You'll feel better. I do 
have to get to lessons. I'll see you tomorrow, Suzette?"
   Suzette nodded.
   "Nice to see you too, Mrs. Field."
   Kat walked out to her car, drove a block, stopped, picked her cell phone 
off the back seat and called Dan's house, the car still idling in the long 
private drive to Suzette's house.
   "Hey," Dan said. "What's up?"
   "I see you didn't wait around for me."
   "No," Dan said. "I didn't know when you'd be back, and I'm not going to 
just sit around waiting--"
   "I know, and that's good. Dan, I'm going to need to see you tonight."
   "That's cool, what do you want to do? Lisa was saying today she wanted to 
go bowling."
   "Fuck bowling, Daniel."
   "Uh, okay."
   "When I say I want to see you --"
   "Oh! Um, great, yeah, I'm sure we can go to the movies and --"
   "There's no fucking way I'm going to have sex in a movie theater, 
Daniel."
   Long pause as Dan came around to processing that one. "I'll figure 
something out," he stammered at last.
   "Okay, I've got to go to my lessons, I'll call you later."
   "Aight, Kat. I'll see you then."
   "I really love you, Daniel."
   Kat waited on the road, feeling the electricity on her skin, Suzette's 
still-slickness on the fingers holding the phone, and could see him start to 
smile.
   "Yeah, well, I love you too."
   Kat sighed. "Bye," she said, and hung up.

   She drove the state highway to Creek without thinking, drumming her 
thumbs against the battered steering wheel to the beat of a CD Dan'd given 
her. Lisa's car was parked in the dirt in front of the place.
   "Well I'll be damned, this is just my lucky day," Kat said, and got out. 
She walked around the side of the house, already hearing Lisa's sharp bleats 
and the slapping of flesh. Lisa was bent over the cheap picnic table, hands 
out grabbing the edges, breasts pressed against the beveled glass, shorts 
down, Jack totally naked, fucking her from behind, his hands on Lisa's hips, 
driving into her as she tossed her head back and forth and barked.
   "Hey, how you folks doing?" Kat asked, walking out into the yard and to 
the table.
   "Hi, Kat," Lisa gasped. "Oh fuck, yeah."
   Kat pulled a chair out, sat down. Jack nodded, sweat rolling down his 
face.
   "You two about done here?"
   "Close," Jack said. "I'm real close."
   Kat put her feet up on the table. "Because I'm supposed to do some 
training here, you see."
   Jack pushed the table forward, pulling Lisa to him, and she gave a low 
moan.
   "Ungh, ungh, ungh," Jack grunted as his torso tipped back and forth. He 
blinked and looked around. "Oh, that was nice."
   He pulled back, his still-stiff dick hanging out in the air, and Lisa 
pushed herself up off the table and turned around to him to kiss him 
quickly, working his slick member gently with both hands. Kat sighed softly 
and licked her lips before she caught herself. "Ah come on, I don't have 
time for a second round," Kat said. "You've proven your point already."
   "It wouldn't take long if you helped," Lisa said. "Since you're obviously 
pretty comfortable already."
   "I'm getting jaded in my old age. Come here for a second."
   Lisa looked back at Kat, and Jack kept looking down at Lisa.
   "Seriously, come over here. I want you to taste something."
   Lisa didn't get it, took the two steps, leaving a butterfly wet spot 
where she's been sitting. Feet still on the table, Kat offered Lisa her ring 
finger. Lisa sniffed it.
   "Were you just--"
   "No. Come on."
   Lisa looked at her, at Jack. Jack had found his shorts, pulled them on, 
and shrugged at Lisa.
   Lisa sucked on Kat's finger for a moment and stood back.
   "I don't get it. It's not you -- why am I---?
   "You should recognize it."
   Lisa blinked, confused, and then her expression fell to sheepish 
embarrassment, and then she looked at Kat with only a question:
   "What?"
   Kat smiled. "You think your day's been interesting."
   Lisa gaped.
   "You should get some clothes on, Lisa, I've got to think the mosquitoes 
just love you."
   Lisa stood, staring. Semen dribbled down one of her thighs.
   "I don't understand."
   "We'll talk later," Kat said, and stood. "Okay, Jack, last practice 
before County. What do I need to do tonight?"
   Jack worked his head through a T-shirt that had once been white.
   "Nothing serious. I want you to go through your combinations with me, and 
we'll talk about what to expect in a competition this big."
   "Wow," Lisa said. "You know, Kat, I never ever would have thought..."
   "Later," Kat said.
   She stood before Jack.
   "High," Jack said, and Kat had to will herself to slow down, moving lead 
hand to feint to cut, and then when Jack said "Mids", she came straight 
across, mixing in kicks, all slow, concentrating on her balance and form.
   "Nice," Jack said. "You're smooth and controlled today."
   "Thank you," Kat said. It felt good, concentrating on slowing her blows 
as they reached out without thought.

   "You want to talk now, or..." Lisa asked as they walked out to their 
cars.
   "No, I've got something to go do," Kat said.
   "Is it a girl?"
   "No," Kat said.
   "Are you mad I didn't tell you when..."
   "No," Kat said. "Don't worry about it."

   Dan sat on the porch of his house, reading a book and drinking a Sprite. 
He looked up and smiled as Kat came up the walk to stoop down and kiss him.
   "Dan, don't take this the wrong way, but I need a good lay like nobody's 
business."
   "I'd say it's my business."
   Kat laughed. "What's your plan?"
   "Okay, you're in a hurry, I can't get my parents out of the house, so--"
   "Did you try?"
   Dan stared at Kat, shook his head. "Yeah, I tried a little, but then I 
gave up. I said 'Is this really worth the effort?'"
   Kat rolled her eyes.
   "Here's what we do. I've got a blanket and a pickup."
   "This is so romantic."
   "Is that what you want? Because it can wait."
   "No," Kat said. "I'll take what I can get, but Dan, I'm dying for us to 
go to college so we'll at least have beds we can sleep on together."
   "We're going to college together now?" Dan asked, setting his book down. 
"When did this happen."
   "Oh stop playing dumb and let's drive out somewhere quiet and shaded," 
Kat said, hands on hips, tapping her feet.
   Dan got up and smiled.


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