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"Once More With Feelings"
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A new story by Night Hawk
Copyright 2004 by Night Hawk

Chapter 18: Girls' Day Out
______________________


Wednesday morning at 10 o'clock, Wendy and I were dressed in
our formal school uniforms complete with the horrible pantyhose,
waiting out front of the main entrance.

Sister Elizabeth Ann had organized permission from Wendy's
parents to have her braces removed, and Ann had set up dental
appointments for both of us.  Afterwards, we would get our hair
styled.  Wendy was really excited, as she had not had an outing
since she arrived at the school apart from visiting me in
hospital and our team trip to Catholic Central.  Even our
appointment with the dentist couldn't dampen her spirits.

A huge tank of a station wagon crunched up the gravel drive
about five past ten with Ann behind the wheel.  I smiled when I
saw it - I had forgotten how popular they were with the Moms of
this town when I had first been at school.  Up till now I had
only been in Mike's car.

I opened the passenger door and Wendy climbed in beside Ann
where she received a hug, then Ann leaned across to give me a
peck on the cheek.

"Hi, darlings, all set?  Cleaned your teeth and ready for the
dentist?"

Our simultaneous "Aww, Mom!" made her laugh as she put the car
in gear.  I put on my seatbelt as she pulled away, and then
noticed that Ann's seatbelt hung loose beside her.  Doing up
seatbelts wouldn't become law for another three years, or a
habit for another generation, but with a mental shrug I left it
done up.

I guess I should have known my own dentist, but I had no idea
who this doctor was although he seemed nice enough.  He didn't
find any cavities, thank god, did a routine polish and twenty
minutes later Ann and I were sitting waiting for Wendy.  Ten
minutes later, she came out with a huge smile - and no braces! 
I wanted to kiss her so bad, but thought it best to wait until
tonight.

Ann treated us to lunch at the Metropolitan and we all ordered
the fish and chips special.  Ann had a coffee while Wendy and I
ordered milkshakes.  It wasn't as if we were concerned about the
calories!

Our appointment at the hair salon was for 1 o'clock, so we
spent a bit of time browsing the store.  It was strange seeing
the old fashioned "new" gadgets like the Polaroid SX70 instant
camera that folded up, and the introduction of the 110 pocket
cameras, and those funny old flip flashes.  I remembered that if
you took a nickel and held it across both prongs you could fire
them all off at once!  I wanted to buy a package of the flash
cards, but in this life I was saving my money!

It was a typical girls' shopping trip, I realized as we walked
back to the car, talking.  We had just spent almost an hour
looking at things, trying on clothes, and not buying a thing
although I saw a neat little toaster oven, which would go well
in our room.  And I had a ball doing something I used to really
hate!

"I have some news for you, Patti," Ann said as she was
unlocking the car.

"What's that, Mom?"

"I saw Mr. Fredericks yesterday."  She looked at me soberly.
"He asked me to go work for him at the realtor's again, so I
told him it was time to put up or shut up."

"And?"  I asked anxiously. "What did he say?"  Wendy's hand
gripped mine.

"I thought his jaw was going to hit the floor, he was so
flabbergasted!"  She couldn't hold the serious act any longer
and a happy smile spread across her face.  "Then he said 'Holy
Mother of God!  At last!  When can you start?'  So I start next
Monday!"

I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight.  "Oh Mom! 
I'm so happy for you!"  Wendy came to hug her as well, and I
included her in our embrace.

"Thank you, Honey," Mom said, looking up at me.  "What you said
a couple of weeks ago made me think.  But it's not going to be
easy, you know."

"Oh, poo!"  I replied.  "What's hard about it? There's only two
ways to sell real estate, anyway."

"Excuse me? And what would they be?" she asked, amused.

"Well, either you have a property, and you find someone who
needs to buy it, or you have a buyer, and you find the property
they need to buy!  Simple!"

"Oh, Honey! I just hope it's that easy!" she laughed, and we
all got into the car.  "There is still the matter of my
obtaining a license and a course to pass before I'm a full
fledged agent."

"You'll breeze through it Mrs. J.," said Wendy.  "Patti got her
brains from you!"

There was a certain irony in that remark and I agreed with
Wendy because Einstein had always been a good student.  I
wondered - how much of me was the old me any more?

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

The hair salon was strictly for ladies only.  The days of
unisex hair salons hadn't made it to London yet.

Wendy and I persuaded Ann to have her hair done as well.

"Mom, there's baby pictures of me at home, and you've still got
the same hairdo!"  I told her, and she blushed a little.

"Well, it's easy to take care of and I never saw a need to
change it," she replied.

She finally settled on a nice bob shaped around her face,
emphasizing her eyes and making her look younger.

Wendy's hair was a challenge.  With her thick dark curls, we
finally decided to remove the part, give her some bangs, and
shorten the entire length down to where it just ended below her
ears.  I asked the stylist to save the 10 plus inches that were
cut so that we could donate it to the cancer center in Toronto
where it could be weaved into wigs for kids going through
chemotherapy.

My own hair wasn't quite as long as Wendy's but I also wanted
to contribute and asked Ann if I could shorten my hair so that I
too could give 10 inches.  Ann thought about it for about a
minute.

"Okay Honey.  It's going to a worthy cause and it certainly
grows quickly enough, anyway."

By the time my hair was cut, and wrapped in cellophane along
with Wendy's, I was left with less than 2 inches of hair, shaped
to a point at the nape of my neck.  It was a nice cut though and
it would sure save on the time it would take to wash and style
it.  I could actually wear it with a part on the side if I
wanted and remembered how turned on I used to get by the
military girls who had such short cuts.  It must be the Peter
Pan thing.  Peter was supposed to be a boy, but every time he
was played in a film or on stage it was a girl who played the
part.  Kind of made me think I could be Wendy's Peter Pan.

The stylist was perplexed with our request for the hair and I
explained to her about the kids who lost their own during cancer
treatments.  She thought it was a great idea and asked if I
would forward her information on it.  She had lost a cousin to
cancer and said that anyone donating their hair for such a
worthy cause would have their hair cut free of charge.

Hmmm.  I could think of a whole school full of girls.  I
wondered how many I could convince to help the cause.

When we made it back to the school it was just before the
classes ended and Ann insisted on going in with us to talk to
Sister Elizabeth.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

Sister Elizabeth was a bit skeptical about a program she had
not heard of, but Ann assured her that she had heard of it and
suggested she call the Toronto Sick Children's Hospital to get
the address for where to send our locks.

It took but a few minutes before Sister Elizabeth got off the
phone.  There was sadness in her eyes.  She said that it was
especially hard on the young girls who lost their hair and that
while not common knowledge, yes, they did have a program where
they accepted hair and even had a wig manufacturer in Toronto
that donated their services for the program.  She went on to say
that good strong hair was always in need and there just weren't
enough people willing to part with the stylish lengths to make
enough wigs.  She promised this would become an official school
charity and thanked us for bringing it to her attention.  She
planned on announcing and encouraging the students to sign up
for the free haircuts.

I gave Ann a hug and a kiss and thanked her for being such a
great Mom and taking Wendy under her wing.  She actually blushed
and said she hadn't enjoyed herself so much in a long time and
looked forward to our next girls' day out.

Wendy gave her a big hug and a thank you and we walked her out
to the car, waving as she drove away.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

All the girls on the team complimented us on our new haircuts,
and a few said they would even consider having their hair cut
and donated, though most didn't want a style as short as mine!

The practice went well and we concentrated on a faster rotation
pattern to keep our opponents on their toes.

For the first time ever, after we had showered and changed, we
joined the rest of the team in a very large suite for our late
night meal.  All of us were in our night attire and it was
interesting to see who wore what.

A couple of the girls wore 'baby-doll' pajamas with matching
panties, others had simple pajamas like the kind I favored, and
a few even wore the type that Wendy was stuck with.  Most
interesting was the way that some of the girls paired up.

While Wendy and I were not quite ready to publicly declare our
love, it was obvious by the way some of the girls sat on other's
laps that there were some 'more than platonic' friendships in
this team!  Some were roommates of players who were not on the
team that joined us.  I think there were about 20 girls in the
luxury suite.

Since we were the youngest members of the team, Wendy and I bid
them all a good night and headed back to our own room.

In my former life, one of my short-term girlfriends had tried
to introduce me to something called Tantric Sex.  Some kind of
Eastern thing that was all about touch and getting in tune with
your inner self, but I had been a wham bam stick it in and pull
it out kind of guy and had had no use for it.  I realized what
an ass I had been.

It was a cool night outside but I opened the window anyway, lit
two of the big church candles that Father Ed had given us,
placed them to each side of the bed and turned off the light.  I
turned to Wendy and, kissing my finger, placed it gently on her
lips.  Raising my hands to the buttons of her nightgown, I undid
them one by one, slowly, deliberately, knowing we had all the
time in the world.  Her hands copied mine to undo my pajama top,
and soon we stood nude facing each other as our fingertips
lightly traced the curves of each other's bodies.

I slid my fingertips down her arms, raising her hands from me
with the lightest of touches and, my fingertips on hers, guided
her to sit cross-legged on the bed where I took my position
facing her.  We resumed our exploration of each other's bodies,
reveling in the touch of fingers, the feel of hands on warm
skin, the texture of eyebrows and lips and erect nipples.

Almost an hour later, we leaned together as one, kissing for a
long time, then turned to each blow out a candle.

Under the comforter, I spooned up behind Wendy and almost
instantly fell asleep.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

Classes on Thursday flew by and we were on the bus headed for
Saunders before I realized I might see Cathy at the game.  Not
that I expected to see her on the team, the kind of sports she
indulged in were strictly the one on one type with boys.  But I
figured that since she was still 14 like me, it would provide a
good excuse for her to be let out of the house.

Saunders had a decent record in Volleyball, but nowhere near
the caliber that CCH was.  It should be a fairly easy game, but
as Sister Gabe reminded us, no game is easy.  We should use this
game as a chance to practice some of the new moves we had been
working on and to rotate in and out of the game faster.

We had used only four girls to serve in the game against CCH,
but Annette was pretty serious about not only winning the game
but also making sure that next year's team would be primed and
ready.  She saved all the grade 13 girls for rotation, and had
set Wendy as first serve.

This time, the bus ride took a bit longer as Saunders is on the
far side of London, but we sat back and enjoyed the ride.  The
big change in the ride was that Julie was on the bus with us
officially as the school sport nurse!  We had a great time
talking with her on the ride over.  She loved our new haircuts
and said she wished she had the guts to cut her hair as short as
me.  I teased her about it making me look butch but that I could
be in and out of the shower in five minutes, and have dry hair
in ten, which made Wendy blush.  Julie was only sorry that Linda
had been called in to take over another shift.

We weren't even surprised this time to see all the cars in the
parking lot, but this time there were even more of them.  I
guess the TV coverage of the game had sparked more interest in
girls' Volleyball, and with a sudden revelation, I realized that
I had unwittingly already changed some of the future.  Then
another thought struck me.  To my knowledge, St. Ursula's had
never had any kind of sports department, and after our first
game with CCH, plans were already underway to make sports a
credit as worthy as history or religious studies!  It wasn't
something I had meant to do, but since everything was turning
out for the best, I figured it probably meant a better future as
well.

Like before, Sister Elizabeth and Father Ed had ridden with us
and escorted us to a classroom set aside for us to change and
psych up.  Julie stayed with us until we entered the gym where
the band was already waiting for us.  We whooped and chanted as
we rushed the gym circling around till we saw where our bench
was, where we stood at attention until Annette told us to sit.

There were two TV cameras this time, one in each corner of the
gym, and a few more photographers than what just the London Free
Press would have sent.  I figured that papers from other cities
had picked up on the story as well, and since eventually we
would be playing the best they had to offer, they wanted
photographic proof!

Annette won the coin toss and we took our positions.  Wendy had
strong arms and hands and her serve still needed some work, but
she managed a good overhead serve that was quickly returned to
our side of the court.  I didn't even wait for someone to set it
up.  It was coming for me and I nailed that sucker with a fist,
driving it down for our first point even faster than the first
volley at CCH!  Wendy served twice more, and the heat was on.  

Saunders was a bit better than we had expected, but we ended
the first set 25 to zip.  Wendy had served three times, the last
being a bit slower getting to the net so Annette had sent Krissy
in as a substitute much to Wendy's relief.  I could understand
Annette's way of thinking though.  We all needed to work on all
aspects of the game.  It wasn't enough to be good in just one
position.  The grade 13 seniors hadn't played one minute of the
first set, which boded well for next year's team, but when the
second set started, she started the line up with all the senior
girls.  I was glad for the break.

It was funny seeing the front three turn their backs to the net
to look back at our serving line especially when we weren't
serving!  But just as we had practiced for so long, when the
ball came over Annette's head, Mandy was there to lift it and
Annette spun and nailed it.  Another starting point in under
five seconds!  I had seen the photographers clicking off when
our front line faced the back of the court, and I was sure that
one of them would have a before and after picture of Annette
driving that nail into Saunders's coffin.  Our team had
developed to the point that we almost read each others' thoughts
on the court and I somehow knew that no matter when we
graduated, we would remain close all our lives.

I looked around the crowd for the first time and spotted Mike
and Ann sitting on the bleachers and nearly swallowed my tongue
when I realized Einstein was sitting with them!  Tom and Rita
were nowhere to be seen!  I wondered who the blonde was sitting
next to Einstein when it hit me that it was Cathy!  She was
trying to put the moves on Patrick, totally ignoring the guy
sitting on her other side.

"Patti?"  I heard Julie say.  "Are you all right?"

I didn't answer her.  I couldn't.  The girl who I thought was
so good looking when I was in the hospital I now realized was
just like any other girl.  There was nothing really spectacular
about her; Wendy could easily give her a run for the money in
the body department.  I had been so stupid as a man, and now
Einstein, in my body, was getting drooled over by what I would
have considered prime pussy at that age.

I wondered how Einstein felt having her old friend pay that
kind of attention to her in a man's body.  I watched him smile
politely as he tried to keep his attention on the court.

"Ugh!"

The bitterness of smelling salts in my sinuses brought me to
the here and now as I heard Julie ask, "Pattie, can you hear me?"

I shivered with my thoughts, then looked at her and managed a
weak smile.  "Yeah, thanks Julie.  I guess I was off the planet
for a moment there."

I looked at Wendy, sitting on the other side of me and looking
worried.  "I'm okay, Hon, really I am."

"That's him, isn't it?"  It was a statement rather than a
question, but I just looked at her.

"That's Patrick."  She had seen Mike and Ann, put two and one
together, and came up with the obvious.

"That's right, Wendy," Julie answered.  "But Patti calls him
Einstein for some reason."

"Einstein!  The anonymous tip?"  Wendy exclaimed.

I just nodded my head.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

Annette called me in to serve saving me from any further
questions for the time being.

My thoughts were a tumble in my head as I quickly checked the
score and saw that we were 21 to zip.  I took a moment to
concentrate, clearing my mind and focusing on the unused
basketball hoop at the other end of the court and found I was
smiling.  Annette, standing side on to me at the net smiled as
well, but the Saunders girls just looked more worried.

I tossed the ball up, stretched, and drove it across the net
into an undefended gap.

22 to zip.

The ball came back and I bounced it a few times as everyone got
back in position.  Up went the ball, and this time I followed it
up and pounded it, yelling "Yeeah!"  A Saunders girl zigged
instead of zagging, and the ball caught her with an almighty
'WHAP' on the shoulder and bounced to the court, totally
unplayable.  She brought her other hand to her shoulder with a
grimace of pain, and their coach called a time-out for a
substitution.  We waited a minute while the new girl took her
position, then I geared up to drive another one home.  This one
wasn't as hard as the last, and Saunders managed to keep it off
the ground and brought it back to the net, where Annette blocked
it.

24 to zip.

I made the next serve nice and gentle.  I didn't want the
Saunders girls feeling totally inept, and the team followed my
lead.  Saunders returned my serve, and we lobbed it back and
forth three times to where Annette sent it back in a slow
volley.  Saunders must have thought they had found a chink in
our armor, and tried to drive it back over the net, but Jeannie
had already walked over to the spot, crouched and swiveled and
the ball flew off her hands cross court, heading toward the net,
and looking like going out on the Saunders side.  Annette had
already positioned herself and leapt up as the ball passed in
front of her, spiking it into their court a foot inside the
sideline.

Set and game!

The band played our theme song as the Saints supporters
cheered.  We shook hands with the players from Saunders and
their coach came over and wished us the best of luck with the
Regionals.  Sister Gabe blushed and thanked her.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

Before we had a chance to leave the gym, Cathy bounded down
from the bleachers and caught me by the arm.

"Hey, Pete!  What did you do with your hair?  It looks awful!"

"Gee thanks, Cathy," I said.  "It's good to see you too."

"So. what's the scoop on the cute guy sitting with your folks?"
she asked.

I couldn't believe that Einstein had considered this bubble
brain her best friend.  Maybe the old Patricia Johnson had been
a real lonely girl, but this one had a lover standing next to
her and I could almost feel the steam rising from her.

"Hi," said Wendy.  "You must be Cathy."

Cathy gave a lukewarm smile to Wendy and turned back to me. 
"So, you been holding out on me, Pete?  Tell me his phone
number.  He's hot!"

"Sorry, Cathy, I don't know his number.  I only met him once at
the hospital and I really don't know him all that well."

"Come on, Pete!"  Cathy said losing patience.  "He said he was
a friend of the family and I know you aren't allowed to date. 
Give one of us a chance to nail his bod!"

Wendy pulled on my arm and quietly said, "Come on Patricia. 
Sister Gabriella will be mad at us if we aren't on the bus with
the rest of the team."  Then she turned to Cathy and said, "It
was nice meeting you, Catherine, but Patricia has to get on the
bus now before we are confined to our rooms for the rest of the
semester."

Cathy looked at her blankly.  "Yeah, whatever."

As Wendy towed me away, I heard a mutter of "Bloody nuns!"
behind us, and Wendy gripped my arm even tighter.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

Wendy was positively fuming and was giving me the silent
treatment as we got on the bus.  Finally she couldn't hold it
any longer and turned to me. 

"That was your best friend?  You haven't seen her in two months
and all she can do is ask you about Patrick, who you say you
don't know, but was sitting with your parents?"

"Wendy, sweetheart.  You have to trust me.  Patrick knows more
about Cathy than I do.  As far as I'm concerned, I met her for
the first time when I was in hospital and the only memory I have
of her is just one afternoon when she visited me at the
hospital.  I know nothing else about her, and she is no part of
my life now."

Julie parked herself across from us and whispered, "Wendy,
Patti is your lover and it is clear that she loves you very
much.  You can't hold her past against her.  And jealousy just
doesn't become you, dear heart."

"I'm sorry, Pete," Wendy said to me.  "It was just the way she
was so familiar with you and the way she talked to you.  I was
angry.  Please forgive me?"

I smiled at her.  "Honey, I can forgive you anything.  I love
you."

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

Jim Blake, the sports editor who had written such a great piece
about our team, talked to Sister Elizabeth and rode back to the
school with us.

"I can't believe what I saw tonight," he said.  "Two sets 25
zip.  I don't think any team has ever pulled that off!  Even
against the old St. Ursula's team!" he laughed.  "Saunders isn't
exactly a top sports school, but they've never suffered such a
devastating loss."

He interviewed Annette, which I thought would make her father
very happy, and asked her about that strange move on the court
where our forwards faced our receivers.  She told him that we,
as a team, still had a whole repertoire of moves that we hadn't
shown yet.

He talked to each player for a few minutes and asked Wendy
about her special skills and was she considering going on to
play at university level.  "Wendy, I'm positive that with your
skills, you'll have scholarships for the picking by the time you
graduate."

Then he asked me about my wicked serve and the one that caused
a rotation on the other team.

My 'Sucker serve'!  It was deliberately aimed to pass real
close to an opponent standing back from the net and to a clear
spot behind her.  If she attempted to block, chances were the
ball would be out of control; if she missed, it was a point. 
This time, she stepped into the ball instead of blocking.

I told him that I had never meant to hurt her, and I hoped that
she was okay, but that there wasn't a clear opening when I went
airborne and I just let it rip.

"Let it rip is right!" he said.  "I wish I could have clocked
the speed of that serve!"

Thankfully we pulled up at the school before I had to answer
any more questions.

There was no big surprise party waiting for us this time, but
all our supporters had turned up for an after victory
celebration.  No speeches this time, but Father Ed gave thanks
and led the assembled crowd in prayer before the food was
brought out.  This time we made the small talk circuit with the
alumnae and the fans who came along.

Jim had brought his own camera and had the team pose for a
group shot which he promised would run in the Saturday edition
of the Free Press.

Wendy and I stuck pretty close to Julie as we made the rounds
of hand shaking and I was thrilled to see Annette's father
giving her a gigantic bear hug.  He was obviously very pleased
with her performance, and I felt happy for her.

Mike and Ann and Einstein made their way to us after we had
finished our duty to the school supporters and Wendy and I both
got hugs from Mike and hugs and kisses from Ann.

"Honey, your Mom told me you had cut your hair real short!" 
Mike said, smiling.  "But it took me five minutes to figure out
which one was you on the court!"

"And she told me why you did it, too," he went on.  "I'm real
proud of you, Honey!" and gave me a real big hug.

"Honey," he said, turning me around, "This is Patrick
O'Donnell.  He lives a couple of blocks from us, and we've
become good friends in the last month.  Patrick, this is our
daughter Patricia."

"Hello, Patrick," I said, taking his extended hand.  "Hey, I
remember you!  I saw you at Victoria Hospital, didn't I?"

"Yeah, I was there getting my knee fixed," he answered.

"That's quite a coincidence," Mike said, and then Sister
Elizabeth took him and Ann aside, allowing the three of us to
talk together.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

"What the fuck are you doing here?"  I asked quietly.

He grinned at me.  "Nice to see you too, Peppermint.  Tom and
Rita weren't all that interested in going to the game, and with
Tom working so late, I just asked if I could go with your
folks.  The four of them have met and are getting along really
well!"

"Okay," said Wendy.  "There is no way I'm believing that you
two only met once at the hospital.  You two are like an old
married couple.  You know more about each other's lives than
even best friends know.  I want to know what's going on!"

Einstein looked at Wendy, and then looked at me and I nodded. 
"Okay, Wendy. do you believe in reincarnation?"

She nodded slowly, saying "yes," wondering where this was going.

"Well, Peppermint and I think maybe we've been reincarnated,
only as each other."

Wendy's jaw just hit the floor.

"But it's a bit more complicated than that, so you'll have to
wait till later for the full story," he grinned.

I lifted her jaw back into place.  "Close your mouth, Dear
Heart, or you'll catch flies."

"I heard you donated your hair to the Children's Cancer Ward,"
he said, changing the subject.  "That was really nice of you. 
And I think your new style suits you better than what I saw you
with last week."

Wendy was speechless.

"And I like yours too, Peppermint," he said turning to me.  "I
wish I had had the nerve to try that.  I'll bet it's a lot
easier to manage."

"Yeah," I grinned at him.  "And it dries quick, too!"  I
couldn't stay angry with him.  He had given Mike and Ann the son
they had never had and given Tom and Rita a son they could be
proud of.

"I've noticed subtle changes in the time line," I said to him. 
"I'm a bit nervous of making any more ripples."

"Don't be," he said with a disarming smile.  "I've noticed them
as well and they all seem to be for the better, and based on the
past, any improvement is going to help."

"How are you doing with the girls?"  I asked him.  "We saw and
heard Cathy slobbering all over you and after the game she was
only interested in your phone number."

"God, what an airhead eh?  I don't know why I ever considered
her my friend."

"I think it's because you were really shy, Einstein.  I don't
seem to have that problem and from the looks of things, you have
a pretty cool attitude about life yourself."

He laughed and said that things were looking good, and then I
told him that Wendy was my lover.

I thought for sure that Wendy was going to pass out, but
Einstein caught her arm and helped her keep her balance.  "I
figured as much last week," he said, "then when Mike and Ann
were talking about birthday presents for your special friend."

Julie managed to catch up with us at this point.  "So, did you
ask him?" she said.

"No, I haven't had a chance yet.  Remember?  I'm not supposed
to be able to date until I turn 16."

"Oh," she said.  "Then I guess it's a good thing you and Wendy
aren't dating.  Sleeping together is so much more fun anyway
isn't it?" she said with a laugh.

"It sure is!"  I said.  "But now is as good a time as any to
tell Einstein that he's needed as a sperm donor."

Wendy's eyes just got bigger and bigger.

"Who for?"  Einstein asked without batting an eyelash.  "Do you
just want a container or will this take a more personal touch
than a turkey baster?"

I laughed.

"It's for Linda," Julie said.  "Patti said you would agree, but."

"It's no problem," said Einstein.  "Just tell me when and I'll
be glad to help out.  I know that there are no genetic problems
in my family and that if I take care of myself I will probably
live to be 100."

"And you won't have a problem with two women raising a child
you fathered and you won't cause a stink about it?"  Julie asked
incredulously.

"Hey, I'm only 14!  I'm too young to be a father.  Anyway, I
think that any child raised by two loving mothers will be more
than happy," said Einstein.  "I only ask for one favor in return."

"And what would that be?"  Julie asked.

"Discretion.  I'm still too young to be sexually involved, but
I guess there's another thing I would like.  I'd like a serious
tutorial on how to make love to a woman."

Both Wendy and Julie were speechless.

"You mean you're still a virgin?" asked Julie.  "A good looking
guy like you?"

"What?  Did you think Peppermint was making a practical joke
when she asked you and Linda to find out if I'd figured how to
satisfy myself?"

"Well. no, but."  Julie stammered.

"I believe I'm fertile, I seem to be fully loaded with sperm. 
I have no STDs and yes, I am a virgin.  I have never made love
to a woman before.  Not in this life time, or the last,"
Einstein said with a grin.

"What are STDs?"  Wendy asked.

"Sexually Transmitted Diseases," Julie answered.

"You know," said Einstein, "like syphilis, gonorrhea, herpes or
AIDS."

I shot Einstein a look.  Herpes wasn't known in 1974 and AIDS
would not be officially acknowledged until 1983.

"I've never heard of the last two," said Wendy.

"I'm just waiting for the end of the semester when the two of
you tell us the whole story," Julie said.

Einstein just shrugged.

Julie then piped up and said, "Why don't you learn all about
making love to a woman from Patti?"

Einstein and I looked at each other for a minute, shook our
heads, and shivered.  The thought of that was just too weird! 
And yet.  The memory of my dream sent a little thrill down my
spine.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

Mike caught up with us and said they had better get going and
asked if we minded a two family lunch on Sunday.  He said that
the O'Donnells were really nice people and he wanted to share
his daughters with them the way they shared their son with him. 

Wendy blushed at the idea that Mike was referring to her as his
daughter.

Then Mike turned to Julie and asked if she and Linda would be
free to join us.  He said they were going to barbeque at Fanshaw
Park.  It wouldn't be warm enough to go swimming, but they had
booked one of the family sized pavilions for the afternoon.

Julie said she and Linda would love to come and would meet us
here at the school after Mass on Sunday.

I took a deep breath and slowly released it.  I felt a bit
faint.  I was going to meet Tom and Rita, my first parents, for
the first time in this life.

Ann rejoined us, saying she had met many people who were
looking for a realtor and that the alumnae liked to keep it "in
the family, so to speak," she said.

Mike told her that we were all set for an extended family get
together on Sunday and then after hugs from them and a good
natured hair ruffling from Einstein, they left.

To be continued.

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