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Subject: {ASSM} "Pete" A Young Man's Story  (MF)  Chapter 22
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CHAPTER 22

Thoughts of Molly, Alice, and Kate were rolling around in my head all
week. I saw Molly several times at school, but she was always with
friends and I didn't want her to think I was pestering her, so I tried
to keep out of her way and I had to force myself not to think of her.
Alice tried to talk to me once, but I was late to a class. As I ran
off, she looked kind of disappointed, so I made a mental note to try
and talk to her soon.

Thursday evening I was in my room doing homework when Dad stuck his
head in and said, "How's it going, Pal?"
I asked him to sit for a minute. I said, "Dad, a lot happened in the
last year, and I'm getting kind of overwhelmed. I don't want to burden
you with the particulars, but is there some things you can tell me
that'll help me sort things out?"

He laughed a little, and then he said, "So you want me to give you
some sage advice that'll make everything better?"

I saw his point, and I smiled and said, "Yes, Dammit, you're the Dad,
and you're supposed to know about everything!"

He laughed out loud this time and gave me a hug. Then he said, "I've
watched you grow, and you never cease to amaze me. I wish I could take
more credit for the way you've turned out, but it's been your Mom who
deserves the thanks."

"You really love her don't you?"

"Yes I do. She's my whole life."

The second the next words came out of my mouth; I regretted having
said them.
I said, "Then how can you have sex with other women?"

He said, "I wondered when we were going to have this talk. 
But I'm not going to lie to you. Are you certain you want to hear the
answers?"

"Yes Dad, I do."

He sat on the bed and looked at me for a minute, then he said,
"Mom and I talked about this at length. We knew it was just a matter
of time before you asked, and we said that whomever you asked about
it, would tell you whatever you wanted to know.
We have always been very sexual people. A few years ago, we were at a
party and some friends asked us to participate in a group thing. We
said no, but we talked about it later. 
We both were attracted to some people at the party, and we talked
about what would it might be like if we had brief affairs with them.
We wondered if our love was strong enough to survive something like
that, and we both thought that it would. And now that we'd talked
about it, we knew we'd always wonder about it, so we decided to try
it.
I told her that I couldn't stand to be around while she was actually '
with' another person, and she said the same thing, so the group thing
was out. So we decided to try it individually and see what would
happen."

Dad stopped and sat back. I guess he was waiting for it to sink in to
me.
Then he started again.

"We tried it, and it actually seemed to make our love stronger. We
began to compliment each other more, and we were both understood more
about each other's feelings.
As far as I know, there are no rules about this kind of thing, and I'm
not recommending that you do it. I can only tell you what works for
us.
We don't engage in it very often, and we're careful about who we're
with. We always tell each other when it happens, but we never go into
particulars. If it looks like it might happen with one of us, and the
other one doesn't approve of the person, we stop it immediately.
We agreed at the beginning, that if it got to be a problem we would
stop, and so far it hasn't. And it hasn't become an addiction. If we
decided to stop it today, we could. We never did do a lot of it, and
lately we do it even less. 
Now, do you have any questions?"

I thought for a long time, and suddenly I realized I wasn't bothered
about it as much as I expected. 
Finally I said, "Has Mom been with a lot of guys?"

He said, "Son, I promised I wouldn't lie or keep anything from you.
Are you sure you want to know?"

Almost before he got the words out, I knew the answer, and I said,
"No, Dad. I don't need to know. It's not important as long as I know
you love each other."

"Well, we do, Son. And we both love you."

I don't know why, but suddenly I felt a little older and more mature.
It was as though a page had turned in my life, and somehow I felt
better.

The next day my mind was on our final practice game as I walked into
the lunchroom and saw Tim sitting at a table with Amy. I sat down next
to them and started to ask him something about the game, when he
interrupted me with, "I didn't know Amy was your sister?"

I said, "Yeah, so?"

"Well, I just asked her to meet me at the drive-in after the game, and
she said I had to check with you!"

I was surprised and a little stunned. When I looked at her she was
staring at the table, and she didn't look up.

I stammered, "Uhh, yeah, it's uhh, OK I guess."

Tim stood up and said to Amy, "Great, I'll see ya there."
Then he said to me, "I gotta get to class, I'll see you at the game."
and he left.

When he got out of sight, I took Amy's hands in mine, and said, "I'm
happy for you. Tim is a nice guy, but I'm jealous."

She looked up at me and said, "I was hoping you would be. But we need
to cool it for a while. I love my new life and my new family, and I
need to spread my wings a little."

I wanted to hug her just then, but instead I just squeezed her hands.

Then a voice behind me said, "Hi Pete."

I looked around and Alice was standing there with a tray of food in
her hand.

I said, "Hi Alice, why don't you join us and meet my sister Amy."

She sat down and we small-talked for a while, until Amy said to Alice,
"Some of us are meeting at the drive-in after the game tonight. Why
don't you join us?"

Alice smiled a big smile, that suddenly stopped, and she said, "Gee, I
just remembered, I have to work tonight."
I was about to turn away, when she said, "But I don't have any plans
Saturday night."

Her face was so hopeful I couldn't resist. I said "Great! How about a
movie?"

The next thing that happened was funny. 

Alice said to Amy, "Do you have a date Saturday?"

Amy said, "No, but I could probably scare one up, why?"

Alice's face was like an open book, and I knew exactly what she was
going to say.
She was happy that I asked her out, but she was a little flustered,
and as a courtesy, she was going to ask Amy to double date with us.
But she was hoping that Amy would refuse.

And sure enough Alice asked her.

She said, "Well, if you get a date, why don't we double?"

When she said it, Amy surprised both of us by saying, "Well, let me
see what happens and I'll let Pete know." 

Alice realized she made a mistake, and her face fell.

All of a sudden, my heart went out to her. Here was a pretty girl, who
obviously didn't have a lot of dating skills and she was digging
herself a hole. So I turned to Amy and I said, "Hold it! I've been
trying to get this girl to go out with me for a long time, and now
that she's said yes, I want some time with her alone!"

For a split second, I thought I saw a cloud come over Amy's face. But
just as quickly it went away and she grinned and said, "OK Alice, but
be careful, I hear he's not to be trusted."

Alice grinned and we went back to class. 

The game that afternoon started off fine. We won the coin toss, and I
took their kickoff and ran it back for a touchdown. But it all went
downhill from there. Apparently they had scouted us, and people were
all over me for the rest of the game. We were down by a field goal
with a few minutes left, and I was running a cross-field pattern, when
Vince threw a long lazy arch that hit me right on the numbers. I
dodged a tackler and was headed for a sure score when it felt like a
building landed on me. Two of their guys had hit me at once, and the
ball flew out of my hands to one of their guys, and we lost the game.

I was stiff and sore when I went into the locker room, and before I
took a shower, I lay on a bench for a while and rested. By the time I
took a shower and got dressed, everybody was gone. 

I was walking down the empty halls on the way to the car, and as I
passed Ms. Garmin's room I heard a noise. I stopped for a minute and
it sounded like she was complaining about something. I listened
closer, and I heard her say, "No! Please stop!"

I ran to her door and it was locked, but I grabbed the handle, twisted
hard and it flew open. Lenny had Ms. Garmin up against the wall. 
He was trying to pull off her clothes and she was trying to fight him
off.

I started toward him with my fists clenched, and when he saw me, he
cowered, and backed into a corner. Then he started yelling, "Don't
touch me! Don't touch me!"

I went to Ms. Garmin. She was crying and I held her and glared at
Lenny.
I guess Lenny thought that the best defense was attack, because he
started yelling, "That's it, Bitch! Monday I go to the principle and
tell him you fucked me, and this kid too. He'll fire your ass in a
minute!"

I said, "He'll never believe you! I'll tell him you tried to rape
her!"

He said, "It don't matter, they'll fire her anyway just to keep things
quiet, and probably kick you out of school as well. I don't give a
shit if they fire me, I'm leaving town anyway."

I was mad now, and I started towards him, but he ran around a desk and
out the door.

I went back to Ms. Garmin and she was straightening herself up, but
she looked very sad. She said, "He's threatened me before, but this
time I think he means it." 

I tried to hold her, but when I reached for her, she took my hands and
kissed them both, and said, "Thank you Pete. It's probably just as
well. 
I can't spend the rest of my life worrying about Lenny Maxfield. I
have work to do" And she sat down at her desk.

I said, "What are you doing? Aren't you afraid he'll come back?"

"No, he won't be back. It's Friday night. He'll spend the rest of the
night at Clancy's Bar, trying to pick up one of the women that hang
around there. I have some paperwork to do here, and whatever happens
Monday, happens."

She looked very dejected sitting at her desk, and I was sad for her.

When I got home, everyone was eating, and Erin was talking with Amy
about her "Date" while Mom and Dad smiled and looked on. 

After dinner I cornered Amy and said, "I know you're meeting Tim at
the drive-in. If I promised not to cramp your style, would it bother
you if I showed up?" 

She looked at me about half seriously and said, "Hey big brother, this
isn't really a date. And it wouldn't bother me at all if you showed
up. Besides, if he gets out of hand, you can knock him on his butt
again."

We both laughed and I went into my room to rest for a while.

Around nine, I drove over and tried to park but there wasn't anyplace
close, so I parked a block away and walked over. 
On the way I passed a parked car. The radio was playing loudly and
when I went by, I heard Gladys's drunken voice say, "Hey, it's the
fumbler."  

I looked into the car and she and two guys were sitting with beer
bottles in their hands.

She said, "Hey fumbler, I'd offer you a beer, but I'm afraid you'd
drop it like you did the ball at the game today!" 

They all laughed as I walked away.

When I got to the drive-in it was packed. I didn't see Amy anywhere,
but I spotted Bill sitting with some guys and I sat with them. We were
talking and laughing and looking at girls when I spotted Tim and Amy.
They were holding hands and laughing and they made a cute couple.

I thought about it for a minute, and it started to bother me, but I
put it out of my mind when somebody mentioned Ms. Garmin. 
It was something about the swimming team, but it called to mind what
had happened tonight, and I sat thinking about it.

Around ten o'clock Gladys staggered in. Her hair was mussed, her shirt
was half off, and she was drunk. And I got an idea.

 I asked Bill to step away from the table, and when I got him alone I
asked if he had his camera with him. When he said he did, I asked him
if he had any Quaaludes.

He gave me a shocked look and said, "Uhh, Gee Pete, I didn't know you
were into those!" 

"Do you have any or not!"

He said he did, and I told him my plan.

He listened attentively, and towards the end he got a big grin on his
face and said, "Let's do it!"

We waited until Gladys made the rounds. 
She was teasing the guys, annoying the girls and trying to make sure
everybody was looking at her tits. Then we got her in a corner. 

I said, "Hey good looking, are you busy?"

She didn't even hesitate; she immediately reached down and started
rubbing the front of my pants, and she said, hey, didn't you and me" -- 

I interrupted her before she had a chance to continue and said, "How
about my friend here?"

She reached over and began to rub Bill too.

I leaned close and said, "How'd you like to do us a favor?"

"She grinned and said, "Anytime guys, ya got any beer?"

I said, "Well it's not for us, it's for a friend of ours. It's his
birthday and we want to get him a, uhh, ' Present'."

She looked around and said, "Where is he?"

"He's at a place down the street, do you have your car here?

She said, "Sure, but what's in it for me?"

I said, "Show her Bill." and he pulled out a handful of Quaaludes.

Her eyes got big as saucers and she said. "ALRIGHT," and reached for
them. But I grabbed her hand and said, "Huh uh, not until you do us
the favor, and I said, "C'mon Bill, follow us."

On the way to her car I spotted a school jacket hanging on the back of
a chair. It belonged to a guy on the team, and I asked him if I could
borrow it for a few minutes. He said OK and I threw it over my arm.

We got into her car and Bill followed us to Clancy's. We parked her
car in the dark behind the bar, and Bill parked his around the corner.

I handed her the jacket and said, "Take off your clothes, and put on
this on." She began to complain that this was getting complicated, so
I nodded to Bill and he handed her a Lude.

Bill stared wide-eyed as she took off her shirt, and those huge tits
lunged at him. I finally had to poke him and say, "Go get Lenny."

We had talked about what we were going to say, and Bill went into to
bar and found Lenny sitting at a table talking to an old woman. He
went to him and whispered, "Hey, one of the bar girls says she can
fuck your brains out."

Lenny looked drunkenly around, and said, "Who?"

Bill said, "She's out back, in the car," and walked toward the back
door. Lenny got off the stool and followed him as best he could. When
he got to the car and saw Gladys, wearing a school jacket and nothing
else, his eyes got big as saucers. And when she leaned back and the
jacket fell open and those huge tits popped out, he wasted no time
dropping his pants.

When I saw them come out of the bar I stepped around to Bill's car and
got the camera. I waited till Lenny got in the car and I went up and
handed it to him. Then we waited a few minutes and I yanked open the
door. Lenny was on top of her. His bare ass was toward the camera, and
he looked around just as Bill clicked the shutter. There was a bright
flash and arms and legs started flying around. 

As soon as the flash recharged Bill hit it again. This time the camera
was only a few inches from Lenny's face and he was temporarily
blinded.
He couldn't see how to get out of the car, and he sat rubbing his eyes
while Gladys was trying to scramble out from under him. She had almost
made it when Bill clicked again. 

In this shot, the jacket, her tits, and Lenny's dick were clearly
visible.

When they finally untangled themselves, they started yelling and
asking what was going on. I grabbed Lenny around the neck and dragged
him kicking, away from the car and up against the back of the bar.
He started to scream, so I backhanded him across the mouth, and put my
face close to his.

I said, "OK Asshole, we have witnesses and pictures of you fucking a
sixteen year old girl. You've been bragging about how you're going to
leave town. Well, Monday morning you're going to school and quit.
You're not going to say a word about Ms. Garmin, and you're going to
leave town quietly. If you're not gone by Monday night, or if you say
a single word about Ms. Garmin, the first thing I'll do is beat you to
a fucking pulp, then I'll turn the pictures over to the police, and
you'll go to jail for a long time! Understood!"

I knew I would never actually beat him up, and I was pretty sure
Gladys was older then sixteen. But he didn't, and he started shaking.

He started to try to apologize and try to reason with me, but I
grabbed his collar and pulled him almost off the ground. In my meanest
voice, I said, "Shut the fuck up. Go home and start packing. I'm going
to have some guys sitting outside your house. If you still here
Tuesday morning, I'll come looking for you."

When I let him go, he tried to take off running but his pants were
still around his ankles, and he did a comical run-skip-jump, trying to
get them on.

As I walked back to the car I was trying to figure out how to calm
Gladys down, but when I got there, I stared in surprise. Bill was in
the back seat and Gladys was giving him a blowjob.

He grinned, flipped me his car keys, and said, "I'll see you back at
the drive-in."

I was sitting in a booth talking with some guys when they pulled in.

When they got out of the car, Gladys walked to me and handed me the
jacket, then she winked and gave me a ' Thumbs-up' sign, and walked
away.

I asked Bill what was going on, and he said, "I told her we were
working an under-cover ' sting' operation for the cops. And that she
was a heroine."

"Is that why she gave you the blow-job?"

"No, that cost me the rest of my ' Ludes'. Which reminds me. You owe
me twenty bucks."

"Is that all?"

He grinned and said, "I gave you a discount because of the blow-job."

I asked about the pictures, and he said he could develop them, and
they would be ready tomorrow.

When I got home, the light was on in Amy's room. The door was open, so
I stuck my head in. She was lying in bed, reading and when she saw me,
she patted the covers and I sat on the bed.

I said, "Did you have a good time?" 

She said, "Pete, I had a very good time. Tim is a nice guy and I can't
tell you how great it is to be able to have a good time, and not be
worrying about things at home."

I was tired and sore from the game, so I hit the sack early because I
had to be up early the next morning for the motorcycle-training
course.

When I got there in the morning, there were about fifteen other guys
and five girls taking the course. They told us that today would be
mostly classroom stuff in the morning, and a little riding in the
afternoon. Tomorrow would be the opposite, with some classroom in the
morning, and the rest of the day on the bikes. If we passed
everything, we would get a certificate that we could take to the DMV.
Then we could take a written test and if we passed that, they would
issue a license.

The classroom stuff was mostly basic safety rules. After lunch they
talked about how the rules related to motorcycles, and then they
showed a short film about motorcycle safety. Then we went next door to
a large parking lot where there were a bunch of motorcycles were lined
up.

We had been told to wear over-the-ankle boots and a leather jacket,
and to bring our own helmets. When I got dressed, they pointed each of
us to a bike, and we spent the rest of the day riding around the
parking lot.
I was surprised at how easy it was. It was almost like riding a heavy
bicycle. The only difference was you had to shift it. It wasn't all
that hard, and after a few tries, I got pretty smooth at it, and it
really started to be fun.

The day broke up around three and I drove over to Bills. He invited me
into his garage, where he had a rather elaborate photography set up,
and showed me the pictures he had taken. He had blown them up to
eight-by-ten's, and they were amazing. There were only three of them,
but they were sharp and clear. The last one was the best. It showed
Lenny sitting, rubbing his eyes. His pants were down and his cock was
sticking in the air, and Gladys was crawling out from under him. You
could see her tits and her pussy, and best of all, you could see the
school name on the jacket.

I said, "Are these all the prints?"

He grinned and said, "Well, I made an extra set, ' just in case'"

I said, "Gimme" and I asked him for the negatives. We shook hands, and
I drove over to Ms. Garmin's house.

Ms. Garmin answered the door. I asked if her husband was home. She
said no, so I stepped inside. I told her what we had done to Lenny and
that he wouldn't be bothering her anymore. Then I said, "I want you to
see something," and I handed her one set of the prints.

She stared, wide-eyed at them, then she said, "Pete, I can't thank you
enough for what you've done, it's a huge load off my mind. But why are
you showing me these?"

I handed her the negatives and said, "A school custodian is a
government job. It doesn't pay as much as your husband used to make,
but it's secure and there's a lot of benefits.
If you showed those pictures to the right person at school, and said
that if they hired your husband to replace Lenny, you would give them
the prints, and save the school from scandal by not showing them to
the newspapers, I'll bet they would jump at the opportunity."

Her eyes narrowed, and I could see the wheels turning.  

Then I asked to see a phone book. I looked up "Maxfield," gave a
stunned Ms. Garmin a hug, and drove to the address that was listed.

I took the remaining set of pictures and knocked on the door of a
cheap apartment. When the door opened and Lenny saw me, he jumped
back. 
I spread the pictures out so he could see them. Then, in the meanest
sounding voice I could muster, I said, "Remember mother-fucker, you're
out of here Monday or I come looking for you!"

I stuck the pictures in my pocket and left.

I was getting ready to pick up Alice when Tim drove up. He came in and
I heard Amy introduce him to Mom and Dad. 
I waved and left, but there was a tug on my heart as I drove to
Alice's.

Alice answered the door when I knocked, and she looked really cute. I
realized that she really wasn't as chunky as she appeared. She had
really big breasts and she dressed to hide them. But she didn't try to
hide them tonight and she looked good. Very good. She asked me in and
Molly was standing in the living room beaming at us. I said ' hello'
and immediately a picture of Molly's naked body jumped into my head.
 
Alice went to get her coat and Molly took my arm and walked me to the
door. 

She said, "Thanks for asking Alice out. She's a great girl, and you'll
have a good time."

As Alice and I drove off, a grinning Molly stood in the doorway
watching us.

We really had a lot of fun. The movie was a comedy and we laughed all
the way through it. After it was over we went to an all-night coffee
shop and sat and talked until almost midnight. She's the most
intelligent girl I ever met. No matter what subject we talked about,
she always had an opinion, and when we talked, she looked right at me,
and really listened. 
The lecher in me wanted to ask her about her "request" job, but she
was so sweet I couldn't do it.

When I took her home and walked her to the door. The goodnight kiss
wasn't a bit awkward, and I eagerly went back for a second helping.

She opened the door and started to step in, so I went to the car. 
She stayed in the doorway and watched me as I drove off.

The next morning I was back in motorcycle class. They showed another
short film, then they took us back to the bikes. We practiced
maneuvers over and over and by lunchtime I was getting familiar with
the bike and I was really having a good time. 

We broke for lunch at a little hot-dog stand close to the school, and
I was talking with a pretty girl who was in the class, when a bike
pulled up. 

Several of the guys went "Oh Wow!" and ran over to the bike as the
tall blond I met at the motorcycle shop stepped off.

It was a little cooler then it was the last time I saw her, and she
had on some black leather pants tucked into shiny boots, and a
form-fitting black leather jacket, that was stretched tight over her
huge boobs.

She started to walk toward me, but several of the guys started asking
about her bike, and she took some time to answer her questions.

Just then the one of the instructors said that it was time to go back,
so
We began to move in that direction. I knew that she wanted to talk to
me. But to tell the truth I wasn't that interested. We were about
twenty feet away when she yelled, "Hey Blondie."

The kids in grammar school used to call me that, and I didn't like it.

And then she said, "Hey Blondie" again and it started to piss me off,
so I turned around and walked up to her.

I measured myself at school yesterday, and I had grown some more. I
was now a little over six foot one, and when I reached her, I realized
I was looking up at her. It kind of bothered me until I looked down
and saw the four-inch heels on her boots, but this was a big girl. I
decided to play the intimidation game and I walked up until our noses
were almost touching and loudly said, "What do you want!!!"

She didn't move or back down, she stuck out a tongue that looked at
least six inches long, and LICKED MY NOSE! Then she said, "I want you
to go riding with me."

She won! I was blown away. I turned and retreated like a whipped dog,
and ran to rejoin my group. 

Some of the guys were saying, "Wow, did you see that bike?" and a
couple others were saying, "To hell with the bike, how about the
blond!"
Then they all started teasing me about my "Girlfriend."

She hung around for a while, but by the time the course was over she
was gone. And I had my certificate.

I was a happy camper when I turned the corner to our house and saw
Ben's car in the driveway.

They were all in the living room and everyone was in a good mood. Dad
had made a big batch of  "Special Occasion Punch" and I suspect he had
added a little more alcohol then normal, because everyone was laughing
and talking a little louder than usual. Kate was her beautiful self,
and appeared to be drinking something else. It looked like water. 

Erin held up Kate's hand and said, "Pete, look at her beautiful ring."
I took Kate's hand and looked at a big beautiful diamond, and when I
glanced up at Ben, he was beaming. 

Kate was staring at me with no expression at all. 

I said, "It's beautiful Kate." She just nodded and never took her eyes
from my face.

Mom made a big batch of Spaghetti, and we all sat around after dinner
and talked. Kate was suddenly her old self and started laughing and
telling stories about mom and her at school. I happened to glance at
Amy, and I never saw her look so happy.
                                             ***

My mind wasn't really on football at practice on Monday. I had my eye
out for Lenny, and I was in the middle of getting my ass chewed by the
coach for dropping the ball on Friday. Coach was telling me that if I
didn't ' watch it' he might have to bring up one of the other guys to
replace me, when I saw Lenny drive up.
Coach was in mid-sentence when I said, "Sorry coach, I gotta go, and I
ran toward the Ad. Building, where Lenny would be sure to see me as he
went in.

I hung around outside the building until he came out and drove off.
I knew this was a crucial time. He had either done as I asked, or he
had turned me in, and the only way to find out, was to go to the
office and see if they had sent the cops looking for me.
I went into the office and asked about an upcoming class, making sure
that everyone saw me. Nobody said anything unusual; and I breathed a
sigh of relief. 

I had just walked outside and closed the door, when I saw Kristen
coming up the sidewalk.

My breath caught in my throat, and I guess she was surprised too,
because we stood staring at each other for a minute. Then I walked up
and said, "Are you back?" 

She said, "Yup! Did you miss me?"

I said, "Damn right I did," and I pulled her to me and kissed her.

I caught her by surprise, but she responded quickly and I don't know
how long the kiss would have lasted if some kids trying to get by us
hadn't started complaining that we were blocking the way.

When we finally broke apart, she dropped her eyes and said, "I've
missed you too."

I asked, "How long are you back for?"

"One more short trip, then I'm here till graduation."

"Can I see you while you're here?"

Just then a bell went off, and she hurriedly scribbled something on a
scrap of paper and handed it to me. Then she said, "I'm late," kissed
me on the cheek, and ran into the Ad. Building.

When I got home after school, Dad had left for a trip, Mom and Erin
were at the dentist, and Amy was out with Tess. So I went to the back
yard and sat for a while to think.

I decided that I had to make a decision about girls. It was fun, being
with lots of girls, but things were getting confusing. Kate and Sylvia
were fantasies. Kate was getting married and I really didn't know how
I felt about that, because she had been so weird lately. Sylvia,
thankfully, didn't live around here and I was glad that she didn't.
Something about her drove me nuts, and I knew if she were around, I
would be chasing after her and things would be difficult. 
Sam was in Hawaii, and the other girls were in Cantil, and that was
far enough away, that they were kind of out of the picture. 

But Kristen was back, and I was strongly attracted to her. Was she the
one I should concentrate on? But why was she always leaving? Where did
she go? 
What about Amy? Amy was confusing. I wouldn't think about her until I
saw her, and when I did, I wanted to run up and hold her. It wasn't
that I didn't lust after her, she actually turned me on a lot! But
something about her scared me. I was pretty sure that if I let myself,
I would fall completely for her, and I didn't want to do that right
now.

Then there was Molly and Alice. Every time I thought about spectacular
Molly I instantly got hard. The fact that I had spent an afternoon
with her when she was totally naked and I hadn't sex with her was
still a kind of blur. Alice was confusing too. I couldn't figure how I
felt about her. She wasn't as spectacularly pretty as some of the
others, but she was strangely attractive to me. She was the most
intelligent of all the girls, and I loved having conversations with
her. I knew she liked me a lot, and I loved spending time with her,
but the thought of the bizarre jobs that both she and her sister had,
made me wonder if I could maintain a relationship with her.

And there were other things. 

Junior year is a tough year and I had to study hard to keep my grades
up. At the beginning, I was really excited to be on the football team,
but it wasn't as much fun as I thought it would be, and it took an
awful lot of my time.

Flying has been a big part of my life for a long time, and soon I
would have my private license. I hadn't flown for a long time, and I
missed it. And I was soon to have a motorcycle! That was exciting to
think about, but I didn't know when I would have the time to enjoy it!

All these things were going through my head when Mom and Erin came in.
They sat down at the kitchen table and it looked like they were
talking seriously, so I asked what was going on. 

Mom said, "Well we have a minor problem. We spent a lot of money
buying this house and getting furniture etc. So we're stretched pretty
thin right now. It looks like Erin is going to need braces and some
dental work, but we're going to have to postpone it for a little
while."

I said, "Gee Mom, can I help? I have some money saved up, and I can
get a job after school."

"No!" she said. "Absolutely not. I want you to concentrate on school.
We're not poor. All it'll take is a few months and we should be OK."

Then she said, "By the way, just after you two left for school, a man
dropped this envelope off."

It was addressed to Erin and I, and Erin motioned for me to open it.
Inside was a typewritten sheet, and it read,

"Please excuse us for taking so long to contact you, but it's been a
difficult time for us. We were both recently released from the
hospital and have been spending our time trying to heal. It looks like
we're on the road to recovery now and we would love to meet you and
thank you in person for what you did for us. Please call us at your
earliest opportunity."

It was signed Howard and Ellen Martin, and there was a phone number.

Underneath that was another line apologizing for it being typewritten,
and explaining that it had been written by an "Aide," because neither
of them were able to write properly yet.

I looked blankly at Erin, then at Mom.

Mom said, "I think I read that the people you helped from the burning
car were named Martin!"

Erin and I talked about it, and we both decided that we didn't want to
call them because we were embarrassed about what to say to them.

Mom said she would take care of it.

I was going to call Kristen later, and I had just reached for the
phone when Alice called. We got into a long and quite entertaining
conversation that ended with me agreeing to meet her for a coke
Thursday night at the drive-in. By the time we hung up it was pretty
late, so I decided to wait for another time to call Kristen.

I don't know what happened to me Wednesday night, but for some reason
I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned and finally got up and watched
TV. By morning I was tired and bleary-eyed, and at practice, I dropped
three passes in a row.
The coach was furious, and said that if I dropped another one; he was
going to start Lyle, another back, in the game tomorrow. Sure enough,
I lost the next pass in the sun and missed it completely. The coach
turned away in disgust.

By dinnertime I was really sleepy, but I had promised to meet Alice,
and I knew if I cancelled this late she would be hurt. So I drove
over, with the intention of making it a short evening.

When I got there, she was sitting with some of her girlfriends.

Both Alice and Molly are seniors, and it's sort-of looked down on, for
them to be seen with anyone in a lower grade. But I guess my
reputation was such that somehow it was OK, and several of them looked
at me with obvious interest. One in particular was almost blatant
about it, and I thought I recognized her from somewhere. It wasn't
until later that I remembered who she was. She was the girl I saw
servicing the three guys at the lake.

We sat talking for a while, then the girl from the lake said that she
had to go. Alice said to me that she had ridden in with her, and would
I give her a lift home. I said I would, and as the girls left, there
was a lot of winks and comments from them, about how to "Take care of
Alice," etc.

We sat some more and I was having difficulty staying awake, so I asked
Alice if it was OK if I took her home. She said OK, and I drove in
front of her house and we sat for a few minutes. The next thing I
knew, I was awakened by a wonderful kiss. I had fallen asleep on her
shoulder and it had apparently been quite a while, because her arm was
so asleep she couldn't move it. I apologized and drove home, but all
the way, I was remembering that tender kiss.

I awoke Friday morning feeling good, but when I got to practice; the
coach said he was starting Lyle in tonight's first league game.
It didn't bother me too much, until I remembered that tonight was the
party at the Gilroy's house and I didn't have a date.
But I knew that even if I didn't start today's game I was still
invited, because a few days ago Karen had mentioned that she wanted me
to save a dance with her. 

At lunch I saw Amy, and I was trying to figure out a way to ask her to
the party this late, when she mentioned that Tim had already asked
her.

I looked around and found Alice, and pretended to casually ask her
what she was doing tonight, and she said she had to work. 

I looked all over for Kristan and couldn't find her anywhere. 

Just before the game I ran into Karen and told her my "Date couldn't
make it." She said not to worry; there would be plenty of girls there.

Even though I wasn't going to start tonight, we are all required to
suit up for the game, and I sat on the sidelines jealously watching my
replacement making good plays. Our teams were very well matched and
halfway through the game there was no score. Suddenly Vince got
tackled hard, and they carried him off the field and put in his
replacement.

I went over to him and the doctor was working on him. His arm and
shoulder were wrapped, and the doctor was looking at his ankle. I
heard him say to the coach, "I'll take an X-ray to be sure, but it
doesn't feel broken It just feels like a bad sprain. He'll have to
stay off it for a few days, but it'll be OK. It's his arm that
bother's me. It was wrenched pretty hard. I'll have another look
tomorrow." 

Our back-up quarterback is a tough little guy. He's strong and agile,
and his aim is deadly, but he doesn't have much distance so his
passing plays are all short. We scored a touchdown and so did they,
and it was our ball on our twenty-yard line with just a few minutes
left. I started to notice something. Lyle, the guy that replaced me,
was consistently outrunning his coverage and would end up practically
alone near the end zone. I walked over to the coach and started to say
something. He didn't even look at me. He just said, "Yeah, I can see
it. Can you hit him?"

It took me a second to understand what he meant. But when I did, I
told him I thought I could and the next time the ball was dead I
carried in the play and relieved the other back.

The flea-flicker went off as planned, and I sailed the ball over the
heads of the defenders, right into Lyle's arms -- and he dropped it.

A huge groan went up from our stands as a dejected Lyle came trotting
back. Then another player ran in with the next play. He pointed to me
and said, "You're the quarterback for this play," then he turned to
Lyle and said, "The coach said for you to run your ass off, and if you
drop it this time, don't even come back. Just keep on running."

I had never played quarterback, so I said to Kaz, "Keep em off me as
long as you can, I'll try it from shotgun. It'll give me a split
second more to study things."

They centered me the ball and Tim and Kaz both fell back to protect
me, but everybody on the whole field knew this was going to be a
"Hail-Mary" pass, so there was very little pressure on me. Lyle took
off like a shot, and even though they knew he was going long, I don't
think they knew how fast he was, because he went by them like a
dragster. But suddenly he was so far down field, I didn't know if I
could reach him. I must have hesitated, because I suddenly heard Tim
yell, "Throw the son-of-a-bitch!" So I wound up and threw it harder
then I ever had in my entire life. 

Some people said it went sixty yards in the air. I'm sure it didn't,
because Lyle actually had to come back a little ways to get it. But he
caught it and walked in for the TD.

We won, and you would have thought it was all because of me. But I
knew it wasn't and so did the coach. It was simply the matter of me
being at the right place at the right time. But I didn't care, because
it gave me a legitimate excuse to be at the Gilroy's party.

I called Kristen when I got home, and a man answered. When I asked to
speak to her he gave me the third degree about who I was, what I
wanted and how I got this number.

I said that I knew her from school and that she had given me the
number, and he said that she would get back to me and hung up.
I hadn't even given him my number. I guessed they probably had caller-
ID.

Tim showed up around seven o'clock. He was in a suit and looked very
handsome. When Amy came out to meet him, she looked great too and I
was suddenly jealous.

I guess it must have showed on my face, because Amy came close to me
and said quietly, "Stop it right now."

It was as though somebody had slapped me in the face. She was right. I
had absolutely no right to be jealous. And I made up my mind to "get
my shit together," and decide what I wanted to do.

When I got to the party, it was crowded as usual and Karen greeted me.
She said that Vince was home in bed, and that she had told him that
she was going to be my date tonight until I got lucky.

I was surprised, and told her so. She said, "Vince and I have gone
together since grammar school. I trust him and he trusts me. If you're
going to get lucky tonight, it's probably not going to be with me."

I raised my eyebrows and said, "What do you mean ' Probably'?"

She grinned and said, "Just keeping my options open."

Then a thought occurred to me, and I said, "I understand that you've
been to visit my Aunt Kate in Cantil." 

She said, "Yes, a couple years ago. That's when we met Ben, and your
Mom and Dad."

I thought about it and guessed it was probably one of the times Erin
and I had stayed at the Watson's house for the weekend.

Karen and I danced one dance, and then it seemed like there was a
bunch of girls wanting to dance with me. I was having a great time,
when I looked up and saw Kristen.
She was dressed in a skirt and blouse, and looked terrific, but it
didn't look like a party outfit. And she seemed to be looking for
someone. I had just finished a dance, when she spotted me and came
over.

The next tune started and I tried to get her to dance, but she took my
hand and pulled me away from the floor and led me to where we could
talk. Then she said, "I'm sorry I missed your call."

I said to her, "What's with the third degree the guy on the phone gave
me?"

She wrinkled her brow and I could see her thinking. Finally she said,
"Screw it," and kissed me. It was a long luxurious kiss, and by the
time it was over, my head was spinning, and I was hard as a rock and
it was rubbing against her.

She looked at the tent in my pants, then at me, and said, "Do I really
affect you that way?"

I said, "Yes, you do. And if you'll come somewhere with me, I'll show
you how affected I am."

She hugged me tight and whispered, "You're amazing!" Then she said, 
"I can't right now, I have to go. But from now on, when you call,
they'll put you through to me. Please call soon." And she rushed out
the door.

I stood there shaking my head. I was thinking that she was a mystery
woman and that what had just happened was bizarre.


But I didn't really know what bizarre was until later.

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