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CHAPTER 63

The next month went by quickly.
After Ben looked at the paperwork, he recommended that Tammy accept
Tony's offer. Ben and Kate have been treating Tammy like their
daughter, and of the three of them, I don't know who was the most
excited. 
Tony set up an office for her in a room above the salon, and she spent
long hours going over the books and learning the workings of the
salon. She kept quiet the fact that she was a partner; Tony introduced
her as a 'Marketing Manager. She spent lots of her time talking with
the employees, asking about their concerns, and for their ideas on how
to improve things. I talked to her several times, and she said that
Tony had been leaving her alone while she was learning, but she
mentioned that she had been calling him a lot, for advice and to
answer questions. After a few weeks, she contacted a commercial real
estate company, and they began looking for properties.
It seemed that after the weekend in Vegas, I was suddenly a lot more
popular with the girls at school, so I was having trouble
concentrating. It came to a head after a history class. When I learned
that only the fact that I was on the football team had kept me from
getting an F on a test, so I decided to rework some things in my life.
First, I got myself caught up on all my schoolwork. Second, I wrote a
report for my history teacher on the chapter I'd had trouble with. She
was surprised that I'd even think of something like that, much less do
it.
I realized then that she -- along with a lot of other people -- saw me
as nothing but a big, dumb jock with looks and no brains. That
bothered me -- a lot. Enough that I decided to buckle down and work
harder on changing my habits. Because of my new focus, I did much
better in school, and at work, but kept a low social profile for
several weeks.
My last class ends at three. From school, I would go directly to the
airport and work till six, then home for dinner. Before eating, I
would go to my room for a thirty-minute workout on the exercise
machine. Hitting the books at that time worked a lot better for my
brain, for some reason. What I studied seemed to stick. Around ten or
so, I'd grab a quick shower; then I would call Karen to say goodnight.
Saturdays I worked from eight to six, and Sundays I would try to catch
up on my chores around the house.
The weekend after we got home, I asked Karen to go steady. Instead of
answering me, she burst out crying. When I asked why, she hugged me
tightly and said that she loved me. Then she asked if we could keep
things like they were for a while. Again, I asked why, and she said,
"It's not that I don't want to, Pete; it's about you. I want to be
sure that I'm really the girl you want."
"Of course, you're the one. Why would you even say that?"
"I don't know, Pete. Maybe it's me. I guess I'm just not ready. Can we
put it on hold for a while? I promise you I'm not seeing anyone else."
I guessed that it was some kind of a girl thing, so I said okay. 
We saw each other at school and on weekends, but aside from a couple
of unsuccessful attempts in the car, we didn't have sex. After the
freedom we had enjoyed in Vegas, the cramped seat of a car just didn't
cut it.
Mom was getting stronger every day, and the second week in March, Dad
came back from his extended training class. He had three weeks off,
and he spent the first several days of that time working around the
place. Then, he and Mom called us together, and told us that, next
Sunday, they were going to take a week to enjoy a drive to, and a stay
in northern California. They asked if we would be okay. We were
excited for them, and assured them that we would be fine. They talked
to us about stopping at the many points of interest along the way, and
both of them seemed excited about the trip.
The suddenness of their decision to go surprised me. I suspected that
it might be an effort on Dad's part to restore some of their closeness
caused by his being gone a lot, and possibly to talk about her
interest in Mariani. But, but I didn't mention my suspicions to
anyone.
As the weekend approached, I found myself looking forward to spending
time with Erin and Amy. And when I mentioned it to Karen, and she
said, "Have you looked at Amy lately? She seems tired."
Amy always has dinner and spends time with the family in the evening.
But her day starts early. When I come into the house for breakfast,
she has usually already eaten, and is in her room on the phone or at
her laptop. She's on the phone sometimes at lunch, and once, I even
saw her talking on the phone, in the hallway between classes. I don't
get home from the airport until dinnertime, and Mom mentioned once
that Amy goes to her office right after school, two or three times a
week.
I noticed that this week, she seemed to be spending even more time on
the phone, so Thursday I mentioned it to her at lunch. She said that
her assistant had been sick, and she had been doing his work on top of
her own, but he was returning today. That night, when I talked to
Karen about it, she said, "Hey! I have an idea. The manager of one of
our stores has a son named Owen. He's a freshman at UCLA, and he's
really a nice guy. He went with a girl all through high school, but
she got accepted to an Ivy League college, and she went East. I know
he's still crazy about her, but the last time I saw him, he told me
that they both agreed to see other people for a while. Why don't we
introduce Amy to him? I don't think either one of them are looking for
a commitment, so it might just work."
The thought of Amy dating someone else bothered me a little -- well,
actually, it bothered quite a bit. But, deep down, I knew that she
needed need to relax and have some fun, so I told Karen that I'd ask
Amy about it. She answered, "No, I'll call her," and she hung up.
I was almost asleep when she called back. "Well, it's taken care of.
It took a little doing, but Amy said okay. I got hold of Owen, and he
agreed, too, so we're on for Saturday evening. How about pizza and a
movie?"
"That sounds okay. Do you have to call them back and let them know?"
"No, it's all set up."
Just teasing, I said, "Hey lady! You're taking things for granted,
aren't you?"
She giggled and replied, "Maybe so, but I figured you wouldn't mind,
especially if I mentioned that Dad wasn't going to be home Saturday
night. So, if you're a good boy, after you take me home, I might let
you tuck me in."
Saturday was only a couple of days from now, but it suddenly seemed
like that was a long time to wait. Very long!

When I entered the kitchen for breakfast Friday morning, there was a
giant pot on the stove, and both Mom and Dad were cutting up things. I
recognized the makings of Mom's famous chili. Mom cooks up the best
chili I ever tasted, and when she makes it, she usually makes enough
for a small army. We invite all our friends over and she freezes
what's left in family-size containers, so we can defrost them in the
microwave and have a great meal ready in almost no time. I could see
what we would be eating at least three times during the coming week,
and that was more than okay with me. If I had my way, I would have it
for dinner every night. She hadn't made it for a while, and when I
commented on that fact, she said, "Tell you what, why don't we have
everyone over tonight. I'll call Kate and Ben; you ask Karen, and
anyone else you'd like."
I went in and called Karen. We had planned on going out, but we didn't
have anything specific in mind, and when I mentioned Mom's home-made
chili, Karen said that was fine. When I went back to the kitchen, Mom
was on the phone. After she hung up, she said, "Kate and Ben are
coming, and they're bringing Tammy."
"Is Dad going to make his 'Special Occasion Punch'?"
"I don't know; ask him."
He winked at me.
I didn't have time to talk to Amy in the morning, but during lunch
break, she joined us at the table where Karen and I were sitting. She
surprised me by saying that Tess was coming to dinner tonight, and
because Bill was there at the time, she invited him as well, but he
said that he had plans with his family.
The conversation switched to Saturday night, and a few minutes later,
Bill and Tess walked by. Amy motioned them over, and after they sat
down, I watched Tess steal glances at Bill. It was obvious that she
had a crush on him. As usual, she was dressed in a plain blouse and
faded jeans. And she wasn't wearing any makeup. Sitting with pretty
girls like Amy and Karen, pointed out how plain Tess looked, and it
suddenly occurred to me that I had never asked Amy about her. I vowed
to talk to Amy the first chance I got. Bill mentioned that he was
going somewhere with his dad tonight, and the talk went back to
Saturday night. After everyone teased Amy about her date, we asked
Tess and Bill if they'd like to come with us. I watched Tess wait in
silence until Bill asked her if she'd like to go. It was almost
painful to see how eager she was to say yes.
When I got home from work, I parked in the back like I usually do, and
I could hear noise and laughter coming from the front house. So I went
to my room, took a quick shower, and soon joined everyone. The dining
room table had all the expansion leaves in it. Dad was standing in
front of a big tureen, doling out glasses of what appeared to be his
Special Occasion Punch. Tess, Karen, and Amy were helping Mom in the
kitchen. Kate, Ben, and Tammy were in the living room with Erin and
Kelly, and surprisingly, so was Kelly's sister, Marie.
She was dressed in a knee-length skirt that matched the blue in her
eyes, and a soft white blouse that accentuated the swell of her
breasts. Her shoulder-length hair formed a halo around her head, and
she looked prettier than I'd ever seen her. I guess I must have been
staring, because, when she saw me, she returned my look. Then she
smiled, demurely dropped her eyes, and sat still for a moment. It was
a trick I had seen other pretty girls do. It was like, 'Here I am,
take a second, and enjoy what you see'. I WAS enjoying it. I was also
thinking about the time I saw her lying naked on her bed,
masturbating.
I said hello to everyone; then I had a glass of SOP. The level of
alcohol was practically non-existent, but I sort of expected that. 
It had been a while since I had seen Kate, and her belly was huge. But
she still looked wonderful and when I sat next to her, she insisted on
my putting my hand on that belly. Almost immediately, I could feel
movement inside it. She pretended to talk to her belly as she said,
"Say hello to your Uncle Pete. You'll be meeting him very soon."
I couldn't remember a nicer gathering. Mom seemed like her old self,
and both Dad and Erin smiled a lot. Following a big salad, we all got
down and made a serious dent in the pot of the best chili I think I
ever ate. After that, Dad announced that Karen had brought a surprise
desert. She went to the freezer and returned with two big bags, which
turned out to be individual cartons of 'Chunky Monkey' ice cream, from
the local Ben and Jerry's ice cream parlor.
Once we were done eating (I had thirds), Amy, Karen and Tess insisted
on clearing things, so we went into the living room, and sat around
groaning about how full we were. Ben and Dad got into a conversation
about the training Dad had just been through, while Tammy, Mom and
Kate were talking about baby clothes. That gave me a chance to talk
with Marie.
I said, "You look very pretty tonight. I thought you were away at
school, though?"
"Thank you. I took this semester off. My car is ready to give up, so
I'm working at Justin's for a while."
Justin's is a Beverly Hills men's store that sells imported clothes. I
heard that they have shirts there that sell for almost a thousand
dollars.
I said, "Wow, that's quite a place. It sounds like a great place to
meet a rich boyfriend."
She seemed sad when she replied, "Boyfriends are way down on my list.
I just need to get some money together. Besides, I'm working in the
office. I never even get to see the customers."
I was thinking it was odd, that an attractive girl like her didn't
seem to be more interested in guys, when Kelly came over.
"Whatcha doin'?"
"I was just telling your sister that she should get out and meet some
of those rich customers where she works."
Kelly glanced at her sister, and a strange look came over her face.
She put her hand on her sister's shoulder. "Oh, I'm sure she will."
We talked for a few more minutes; then I noticed something odd. Tess,
Amy and Karen had been standing by themselves, talking. Suddenly, Tess
and Karen headed into Amy's room and Amy walked over to Tammy. They
talked for a minute; then they both went into Amy's room and closed
the door. They weren't in there long, but when they all came out, Amy
had her arm around Tess. They went to Mom and Dad, and talked for only
a few minutes before Amy said, "Be right back; I'm going to take Tess
home."
After they left, I went to Karen and asked, "What's going on?"
"Tammy is going to arrange for Tess to go to Wretched Excess tomorrow.
Nothing fancy, just hair and make-up, and we're going to lend her some
clothes. But first, we have to get by her dad. Amy says he's a real
jerk. So they're going to her house, and Amy is going to ask if she
can work with her during the day and stay over tomorrow night."
"What's the big deal?"
"Her dad won't let her date or wear make-up, so she'll have to leave
the house in her regular clothes, and return the same way."
"What?! She's almost eighteen. What does her mom say about it?"
"Her mom isn't around. I don't know why. You'll have to ask Amy."
Amy returned in a few minutes, and said that Tess was on for tomorrow.
That's when someone asked Amy why Tess's dad was so strict. She
explained that Tess's mom had walked out on the family seven years
ago, and he had never gotten over it.
The rest of the night was relaxing and a lot of fun. Tammy entertained
everyone with some outrageous things she had seen and heard about the
super rich who came to Wretched Excess. Dad told stories about the
silly stunts some people pulled on airplanes.
The party broke up about eleven, and I walked Karen to her car. We
were talking about tomorrow night, when Kelly and Marie left. When
they passed us, Marie said, "Nice to see you again, Pete."
I watched her walk away, and again I was thinking of her naked body,
when Karen said, "Pretty girl."
"Uh huh."
"Have you slept with her?"
The question surprised me. "No, I barely know her."
"Would you like to?"
"No! She's uhh, just Kelly's sister."
"She seems to like you."
"C'mon, Karen. What's going on with you?"
She said, "Oh nothing," but wore an odd expression as she kissed me
and drove away.

The plan for Saturday evening was to go the five o'clock movie, then
get pizza afterward. Amy was going to drive Tess, and they were going
to meet Amy's date, and Bill at the theater. Karen knew I had to work
that day. In order to save time, she said that she would be waiting at
my house when I got home. Naturally, I was held up at work, and it was
after four when I got home. I ran into my room, and found Karen lying
on my bed, looking at the pictures of me with Margo and Jasmine that
were taken at the studio.
I grabbed a quick shower, and we were driving over to meet the gang,
when she said, "God, the girls in those pictures are unbelievable.
What's it like to be with me, when you're used to being with such
beautiful girls?"
Shocked, I could only ask, "Karen, what in the world are you talking
about?"
She answered, "Nothing, forget it."
I tried several times to ask her if there was a problem, but all she
would do was shake her head, and tell me to hurry up.
We actually got to the movie theater a little early, and found Amy and
Tess standing by the front of the marquee. Amy was as pretty as ever,
but the change in Tess amazed me. She wore a blue skirt that I
recognized as one of Amy's. On Tess, it was short and tight enough to
reveal the fact that she owned a pair of very shapely legs. It also
went superbly well with a silky white peasant blouse that showed off a
surprisingly generous bust. The plain and shapeless girl was gone, and
in her place was a beautiful, sexy young woman. Her skin was flawless
and her hair was a mane of waves, falling softly about her face. But
the biggest change was her eyes. They seemed to jump out at you and
now had an almost hypnotic glow to them.
Karen saw me looking, and she chuckled, "Not bad, eh? Those gals at
Wretched Excess really know what they are doing. Go and tell her how
pretty she looks, while I see if I can find Owen."
She walked away, so I strolled over to Amy and said, "Gee Amy, I
thought you were going to bring Tess. Instead, you show up with this
gorgeous creature. Do you think you could introduce me?"
Tess grinned and said, "Oh Pete, stop it," but it was obvious to me
that she was enjoying this.
I took her hands in mine and said, "Gee, you sound a lot like Tess,
but aren't you a movie star or something?"
She was about to say something, when a voice behind us said, "Tess, is
that you?"
Bill was clearly, utterly shocked. He just stood there, staring at her
with his mouth open. Finally, I said, "Okay, I know when I'm not
wanted," as I took her hands and offered them to Bill.
He reached for them and held them for a while. Eventually, he managed
to say, "God Tess, you're beautiful."
Actually, she was. Wretched Excess had changed her looks, by
accentuating her good points, and it turned out that she had a lot of
them.
Amy and I were grinning when Karen came up with a nice looking young
guy. She introduced him as 'Owen,' and when he saw Amy, you could tell
that he was pleased.
The movie turned out to be one of those action things, with a lot of
explosions and car chases. We were surprised to see that Jack Hedden
was one of the lead characters. He looked a few years younger than
when we met him in Vegas. After the movie, Amy explained that this
film had just been released, but it had been shot several years ago.
Some TV people had seen a pre-release, and that was the reason Hedden
got the lead role in the Rocket. Owen asked her how she knew, and she
said she knew a little about the entertainment industry. He seemed
impressed.
After the movie, we headed to a local pizza place. It's a huge place
and it looked really crowded. As we walked toward the entrance, I was
leading, and when I reached for the door, a girl pushed herself in
front of me. She opened the door and some people inside let out a
cheer. She walked a few steps, then she turned around. It was a very
attractive blonde, and she had striking blue eyes. She also had a
smirk on her face. By the time we all got inside the place, I was
pretty close to her, and she said, "Hey hot-shot, this time I passed
you. How did you like it?"
There was something kind of familiar about her, but I couldn't place
her. Then she said, "Do you remember what you did next?"
"Uhh, no, I don't rem --"
She gave me a big kiss. It lasted long enough, that the people who had
cheered when she came in, started cheering again, and when she broke
away, she said, "You embarrassed me; so turnabout is fair play."
She went to her friends and sat down to even more cheers.
It was Owen who said, "Wow, Pete. That's 'Killer Connie' Collins, the
Olympic skier, isn't it?"
I suddenly remembered who she was. It was funny how she had turned the
tables on me. I explained to our group what had happened at the ski
resort, and when I finished, Karen had a strange look on her face. I
leaned close to her and asked, "Are you okay?"
"Sure, I'm fine."
Everyone seemed to be having a good time. We ate so much pizza that we
couldn't move, and we sat there until the place started to thin out.
The blonde and her party left. As she passed our table, she winked,
and said, "See ya on the hill," which started more conversation about
her. Apparently, Owen skied a lot, and he was impressed that she
seemed to know me.
Bill never took his eyes off Tess the whole evening and she seemed to
be really enjoying the attention. Some people from school dropped by
the table, and every one of them congratulated Tess on her appearance.
Amy and Owen seemed to be getting along well; they got into a
discussion about something that left both of them laughing and teasing
each other. Karen was a little quieter then normal, but she seemed to
be having fun.
Around eleven, the girls all went to the bathroom. Bill, Owen and I,
started talking, and after a while, Bill commented that the girls
seemed to be gone for a long time.
It had been quite a while since Karen and I had made love, and I kept
thinking about her offer to let me tuck her in, so when they finally
came back to the table, I was about to say something about us leaving,
when Amy said, "Owen, may I speak to you for a minute?" He got up and
followed her a few feet away from the table, where she seemed to be
explaining something to him. Tess was looking at the floor, so I said
to Karen, "what's going on?"
She acted uncomfortable, and answered, "Gee, uhh, well, Tess wants..."
Just then, Amy and Owen came back, and Owen said, "It's been great
meeting you all. I hope we can do it again soon." We shook hands, and
he walked away.
Amy said to Bill and I, "Guys, we need your help. Tess's dad is a good
guy, but he's unreasonable about the way he treats her. We're going to
go back to her house. I want him to see her as she looks now, and I
need you guys to come along in case there's trouble."
Suddenly, Tess broke in with, "Oh, Amy. Let's not do it now; things
will get better, I just know they will."
Amy blazed back with, "No they won't! You're almost eighteen. This
should be a good time in your life. It's not fair, and we should do
something about it right now."
Amy pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number. Then she said, "Hi,
this is Amy Baker. Will you be up for a while?" 
"No, there hasn't been an accident; Tess needs to talk to you about
something."
It sounded like the person on the other end was still talking when Amy
closed the phone. She stood up and said, "Let's go."
Karen got in my car, Bill got in his, and we followed Amy and Tess to
Tess's house. We parked the cars and Amy asked Bill, Karen and me to
wait on the sidewalk. She took Tess to the door, had Tess step back a
few feet, and she knocked hard on the door.
A large, gruff-looking guy opened the door and when he saw Amy he
said, "What the hell is going on?"
Amy stepped back, and he saw Tess standing there. The porch light was
on, so we could see his face. The first look was shock, then a long
pause as he began to recognize her. Then he seemed to stagger, and he
reached for the doorframe for support. Tess ran to him, and so did
Amy. They talked for a minute or two, then Amy said to us, "Could you
wait in the car for a few minutes?"
A little while later, Amy came out and said that things were okay, so
we could leave. She told Bill that Tess would call him tomorrow, and
said to me that she'd be home later. 
Bill left and I asked Karen, "Shall we go to your place?"
"No, my car's at your house. Besides, Daddy's changed his plans, and
he's at home. But umm, maybe we could go to your room."
The idea sounded great. Her car was parked in back, so nobody would
see her leave. I made a bee-line for the house, and we were barely
inside my room when she threw herself into my arms. I was as ready as
she was, and clothes began flying everywhere. There was no foreplay of
any kind. I was inside her as soon as we got naked.
Within seconds, I was as deep inside her body as I could be, but she
still put her arms around me, and tried to pull me even deeper. I
tried to go slow, but she was very insistent. It felt like she started
coming almost immediately, and I wasn't far behind. When I exploded
inside her, she wrapped her legs around my back and held me there
until I could begin moving again.
After my first orgasm, I was able to find a rhythm that pleased Karen
greatly. She was really getting into our lovemaking now. Soon, her
climaxes seemed to flow almost non-stop; then she began making
grunting noises and started throwing herself around. It was hot in the
room, and I wanted to stop and open a window, but I was afraid that we
were making too much noise. I forgot about that when she began a
disjointed series of jerks and abrupt movements and I could feel her
insides clamp tightly around me. The sensations were so exquisite,
they forced me over the edge again. As I spurted, I pulled her to me
and slammed myself as hard against her as I could.
This time, it felt like my whole body came, and I kept crashing
against her until I was completely spent. I collapsed on top of her
and we lay that way for a while, until she dug herself out from under
me, and sat there with perspiration running off her. There were no
lights in the room, but enough moonlight came though the curtains,
that it glistened off her body, and I don't think she ever looked
sexier. 
I said, "Karen, you're beautiful."
"Am I, Pete? Do you really think I'm pretty?"
This wasn't the first time she'd asked me that, and I wondered what
was going through her mind. I answered, "Karen! Of course I do. Why do
you even doubt it?"
She started to answer, and she bent forward to touch me, but suddenly
she winced. She cried, "OH!" and she reached between her legs.
She brought her hand up, and from the dim light of the window, I could
see a little dark spot on one of her fingers. It looked like it might
be blood.
I quickly turned on the light next to the bed, and we looked at her
fingers. We could now see that the spot was definitely blood. She
reached down and touched herself again. There was another tiny bit,
and I started to worry. I said, "I'm sorry, honey. Are you all right?"
She looked at my face, she said, "I'm okay. We got a little too
energetic, is all. Do you have any analgesic cream?"  
I seemed to remember seeing some, but I couldn't remember where. I
said, "Maybe so, let me think."
	"Okay, I'm going to rinse off."
She went into the shower, and it suddenly occurred to me where I'd
seen the cream. It was in the travel case that Kristen and I got in
Vegas. I went to the closet and pulled it out. I was looking through
it, when Karen came out of the bathroom. I quickly closed the case and
pushed it under the bed, and I handed her the tube. She looked at it
and said, "Yeah, this will do."
She went to the bed, sat down, and spread her legs. She was opening
the tube, when she stopped, and a thoughtful expression showed on her
face. She looked at me and said, "You know, I probably should be
embarrassed, but I'm not. I've never felt so close to anyone in my
life. Not even Mom or Dad. It's kind of a scary thing, Pete."
I felt like I should say something, but I didn't know what, so I just
said, "I, uhh, better rinse off. I'll be right back."
I got into the shower, and as the hot water was running over me, I
thought about what she said. Karen is becoming very dear to me. We are
becoming very close. I love doing things for her, and I get a warm
feeling, just being around her.
Then I thought about her sitting on my bed with her legs spread,
putting cream on her pussy, and my dick started to get hard again. I
decided I better think about something else, so I got out of the
shower and grabbed a towel. I was still drying off when I stepped back
into the bedroom, and saw Karen sitting on the bed, with the travel
case open in front of her. She had the long, double headed dildo in
one hand, one of the vibrators in the other, and a surprised look on
her face.
"Where did you get all this?" 
I thought about Kristen having bought it with her slot-machine
jackpot, and I answered, "Uhh, Kristen won it in Vegas."
Karen looked at the stuff some more, and she said, "Did you guys use
all this stuff?"
I reached in, pulled out the butt plug, and said, "No, the only thing
that's been used is this, and it wasn't on her."
She pulled it out of my hand and looked at it. Then her eyes got big
as she remembered. She quickly dropped it back in the case and closed
the lid.
We sat quietly for a second; then she asked, "Is Kristen a good
lover?"
I gave her a stern look, and said, "Karen!"
She looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry."
We got up and began gathering up our clothes. In our haste to get
naked, I had thrown my shirt over the answering machine, and when I
pulled it off I noticed a number "2" was flashing. Karen saw it too,
and said, "You better check. It might be Amy or Tess." I hit the
button, and an excited-sounding girl's voice said, "Hi sweetie, it's
Alice. Bonnie and I will be in town a week from Monday. I'll let you
know where we'll be staying. We can't wait to see you. Call us if you
get a chance."
The next message was, "Hello Pete. It's Nell Burger. Could you, umm,
give me a call? I'd like to explain about the painting." She left a
phone number, and as I was writing it down, Karen said, "Sylvia
mentioned something to me about a painting. When she found out I
didn't know about it, she told me to ask you. What's it all about?"
Startled, I answered, "She umm, painted a picture of me, I guess."
Karen stared at me for over a minute. Then she said, "That's not the
whole truth, is it?"
I looked away, and admitted, "No, it's not."
"Did you sleep with her, too?"
"Is that important?"
She looked down. "No, I guess not."
She finished getting dressed, and we both stood up. I was still naked
and she asked, "Do you always sleep naked?"
"Now that I'm out here, I do."
She stepped close to me and examined my body, especially my chest and
abs. "The exercise machine is really working. You're even more
muscular than you were in Vegas."
She ran her fingers across my bicep and added, "You're really
beautiful, you know."
"Thank you. So are you."
She grunted, "Humph," before she asked, "Are you busy tomorrow?"
"Mom and Dad are leaving in the morning, and it's supposed to be a
nice day. What would you like to do?"
"How about we go for a ride on the bike. I'll pack a lunch."
I gave Karen a goodbye kiss at the door, and I was just crawling into
bed when Amy's voice came over the intercom. "Pete, are you awake?"
I pressed the intercom button. "Yeah, what's up?"
"Can I come out there for a minute?"
"Sure, the door's open."
I slipped on some pants just before Amy came in and sat down. She
seemed excited as she asked, "Didn't Tess look wonderful tonight?"
"Yeah, she looked great. The change was amazing. But what went on at
her dad's?"
"Pete, you wouldn't believe what happened. It was wonderful! When we
got inside, he suddenly started crying like a baby. Tess went to him,
and he hugged her. She told me that he never hugs her."
"So, what do you think happened?"
"When Tess's mom left, her dad never got over it. I think he's been
trying to keep Tess as plain and unattractive as possible, so she
wouldn't leave him, as well. When he saw her last night, he must have
realized that what he's doing is wrong."
"It sounds like what you did, insisting that we take her home so that
her dad could see her prettied up, worked out pretty well."
"I guess so. He thanked me a bunch of times, and, although it took a
little convincing, he even said that it was okay for her to date. He
even hugged me as I was leaving."
"I'm really happy for Tess. Now, what about you?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"You seem down lately. Will this 'Owen' guy lift your spirits?"
"I've just been busy lately, and I've been worried about Mom. She
seems to be okay now, and my assistant is back to work, so maybe I can
relax for a while. Owen seems like a nice guy, and he might be just
what I need."
"What does that mean?"
"He's in love with his girlfriend, and she's away at school, so he's
not looking for anything permanent. It'll give me a chance to get out
of the house, without having to explain to someone that I'm too busy
for more."
"Don't you want a relationship?"
"I HAVE a relationship! This new family of mine is all the
relationship I need." 
"Don't you miss hugs?"
"I GET hugs. Mom hugs me all the time. So does Erin."
"What about hugs from a guy?"
She grinned, "Why? Are you offering?"
She was smiling, but somehow she looked fragile sitting there, so I
got up and went to her. She looked a little nervous when I said,
"Stand up." She stood up, and I hugged her to me. She seemed nervous
at first, and tried to pull away, but I held her tightly, and after a
minute or two, she relaxed, put her head against my chest and it
seemed like she molded herself to me. We stood that way quite a while,
but the way I was standing got uncomfortable, so, without releasing
her, I backed up to the bed and sat down. I was trying to lay back,
when she whispered, "Pete, Nooo.."
I said, "Shh, just relax," and I lay against the pillow.
The tenseness returned for a minute, but before long, she settled down
and seemed to hold herself even tighter against me. We lay that way
for quite a while. I kept thinking how wonderful it felt holding her,
when I noticed her breathing was regular, and I thought I heard a
little snore. I reached over and switched off the light, pulled a
cover over us and lay there for a long time, trying to figure what Amy
really means to me. I'd known her for less than a year, but I can't
imagine my life without her. I love her like a sister, but more. Much
more. I know she should be dating, but every time I think of her with
someone else it bothers me.
Then my mind switched to Karen. I want to be with her, but every time
I ask her to go steady, she changes the subject, or says we'll talk
about it later.
I don't know what time I finally went to sleep, but when I woke up in
the morning, Amy was gone.

I was still sleepy, but I wanted to make sure I had time to say
goodbye to Mom and Dad, so I dragged myself to the front house. Erin
and Amy were helping them pack and Erin was pestering them about
bringing back souvenirs.
A little after ten, we were all standing in the driveway. The car was
loaded, we had all been kissed, and Mom and Dad were both in the car. 
Dad cleared his throat and said, "Okay kids, you're on your own for a
while. Just make sure you --"
	Mom yelled, "Edward! Stop it! They'll be fine."
They were both grinning as they drove away.
We went back inside, and as the temporary head of the house, I thought
that I should say something, but Amy beat me to it. She said, "Erin,
do you have plans?"
Erin answered, "Kelly and I would like to go roller skating. The early
session starts at noon, and it's over at four."
"That sounds good. Pete, what about you?"
I said, "Karen is packing lunch, and we're going for a bike ride." 
Then I added, "If that's okay with you, Mom."
She laughed, "Yes, that's fine. Tess and I are going shopping, but
I'll be home early. Dinner will be ready at six. If there are any
problems, call me at the house, or reach me on my cell."
Erin went to her room to get her skates, and I said to Amy, "Last
night was nice."
She looked down and said, "Yes, it was."
It seems like we should have continued the conversation, but I guess
neither of us knew what else to say. After we stood there for a few
seconds, Amy abruptly turned and went to her room. I went to the
garage and started the bike. As it was warming up, I went to my room
to get my sunglasses. While I was there, I noticed that Karen had left
her jacket last night. I grabbed it, and my extra helmet, then rode to
her house.
She came out with a big bag of lunch and a blanket. We loaded
everything onto the bike and we took off.
The traffic in and around Los Angeles is pretty heavy, but less than a
half hour north of the San Fernando Valley is a mountain range. It's a
great place to ride a motorcycle, with miles of quiet roads and
deserted overlooks. I had a place in mind, but I took the long way
getting there.  The weather was nice; the hum of the bike and the warm
air combined for a perfect day for riding.
Twenty delightful miles later, my stomach reminded me that this outing
was supposed to include food. I decided that it was time to go to the
area I had in mind. A while back, I'd been riding up there and I had
to relieve myself. So I'd pulled off the main road onto a dirt path.
It led to a grass-covered plateau, where you could see all the way to
the ocean. I headed there now. When we got there, I parked the bike
under a tree and started to unload things. Karen walked to the edge of
the plateau.
She looked at the beautiful view, and muttered something like "Wow!"
under her breath. Then she turned to me and asked, "Do you bring all
your girls up here?"
I thought she was kidding, and I was going to make a wisecrack. But,
but the look on her face told me that she was serious, so I said, "No,
I've never been up here with a girl. Why, is there a problem?"
"No, I guess not. Let's eat; I'm starved."
She had packed my favorite picnic lunch: fried chicken, potato salad,
and lemonade. We were wolfing it down when she stopped in mid-bite and
asked, "Pete, do you really like me?"
Even though she'd asked me things like this before, I was still
shocked. I knew something was up, though, so I spoke as gently as I
could. I answered, "Yes. I like you a lot. That's why I keep asking
you to go steady. Why are you asking me?"
"What would you do if you found out I was seeing someone else?"
Now I was even more surprised. I answered, "I would be very
disappointed. Why? Are you seeing someone else?"
"No, are you?"
"No! Of course not! Why would you even ask me that?"
She looked at me for a long time before she said, "Because I was
getting in my car last night when I remembered that I left my jacket.
I went back to get it, and I saw Amy going into your room. I waited
around for a while, and the lights went off."
I knew that I had to be careful. I also knew that a simple explanation
probably wouldn't do. I asked her, "Do you have your cell phone?"
She handed it to me and I dialed Amy's number. When she answered, I
said, "Amy, Karen saw something last night. I'd like you to explain
what happened." I handed Karen the phone, then got up and walked to
the edge of the plateau.
A few minutes later, Karen came to me and put her arms around me. In a
small voice, she said, "I'm sorry."
We didn't talk; we just stood there until the sun got too warm. Then
we went back and sat down under the tree.
Suddenly, Karen stood up and started taking off her clothes.
Shocked once more, I sputtered, "Uhh, what are you doing?"
"I've wanted to make love on a mountain top ever since I can remember.
Now, hurry and get naked before I run down to the road and stop a guy
in a passing car."
Not wanting to keep a girl waiting, I began removing my own clothes.

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