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	The following is fiction of an adult nature.  If I believed in
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Laura Alban Hunt

Chapter 25 -- The First Justice Court

	I'd heard quiet sounds from the main part of the house.  I got
up and stretched, deciding I needed time to think.

	Peggy.  What do you say about a woman like that?  Not that I was
much different.  A woman from the pioneer days, practically. 
Born on a kitchen table, during a storm!

	I went to the badly named Microsoft Start menu and ended the
session, then went in search of the others.

	Marybeth and Nancy were talking to a girl who looked sixteen or
so that I didn't recognize, and another girl who was a little
older and who I did recognize: the last time I'd seen her, Nancy
had been sitting on her face during the cheerleader retreat.

Denise was sitting on a couch watching the talkers and Jackie
Licht sat next to her, thumbing through a magazine.

	Marybeth looked at me.  "You shut everything off?"

	"Yes."

	"We'll talk about it later, spend a little more time thinking
about it for now."

	Marybeth gestured at the girl I didn't know.  "This is Regina
Wannamaker, one of the cheerleaders.  She wasn't at the
retreat."

	I smiled at her.  Regina was a carrot-top redhead, freckle-faced
and thin.  She looked at me, curious about me, I thought.

	Nancy chimed in, "And this is Shirley Grant, I'm not sure if you
remember her."

	"Jackie's roommate at the retreat," I said neutrally.

	"And a very dear friend of mine," Nancy added.

	I said hello to the two girls, curious myself about what was
going on.

	Nancy nodded at Jackie.  "And Jackie Licht, you know of
course."

	I smiled at Jackie and nodded.  She grinned back at me, but when
she glanced at the others, her smile faded.

	Nancy turned to Shirley.  "Laura Alban Hunt, whose daughter will
be on the squad next year and who's offered to do a few things
for us this year.  She's going to be handling discipline
issues."

	The two girls smiled at me again.  "So, Laura's a friend of
yours and Marybeth?" they asked.

	"Yes, and Linda Kellogg too," Nancy added.

	"And all of that brings me to the reason you are here now."

	"You said we were going to have an enjoyable weekend," Regina
said with a laugh.

	"That too, but first we are going to have the first sitting of
something new.  The Justice Court."

	The two looked at her, then at me.

	Regina said warily, "That doesn't sound like much fun."

	"Jackie, would you repeat to me what you told me last night?" 
Nancy asked.

	Jackie put the magazine aside and stood up.  "Wednesday, they
were talking to Celia Wentworth about me.  They didn't know I was
there.  Celia asked Reggie why I was trying to join the Gay and
Lesbian Alliance; she said she thought there was a rule that
cheerleaders couldn't join.

	"Shirley agreed, saying that even though we were all gay,
cheerleaders didn't join groups like Celia's because they didn't
want to hurt the cheerleader image.  Reggie told Celia that it
didn't matter in my case, because I wasn't gay.  That seemed to
confuse Celia, and they talked about why I would join.  Then
Reggie and Shirley said they would talk to me about it."

	Jackie lapsed into silence.

	Marybeth looked at the two girls.  "Is that a fair rendering of
the conversation?"

	"Yeah," Shirley replied.  "I don't see what's the big deal."

	"Aside from the fact that you told someone who's not on the
squad everyone is gay," Marybeth continued.

	"It sounded to me like she was repeating something Celia would
already know," Jackie added.

	The two girls traded glances.  Regina spoke first saying, "Celia
is cool, Coach.  She heads the Gay and Lesbian Alliance at
school.  But Jackie shouldn't be trying to join.  It's not
something we do."

	"It's not," Marybeth agreed.  "And we're going to talk to her
about that in a moment.  I'm just a little surprised that we talk
about any part of our affairs with an outsider.  We have rules
about it."

	"Celia's cool," Regina repeated.  "She's not going to out
anyone.  She knows how to keep her mouth shut, she understands
the issues."

	"And would that be because you've talked about the issues with
her?" Nancy asked, her voice cold.

	Shirley lifted her chin defiantly.  "We've always been able to
go outside.  I've been seeing Celia for six months.  She's okay,
I promise.  She doesn't like the cheerleaders because she things
we're too stuck-up.  I was working to convince her otherwise.  So
is Reggie."  The smirk on her face told me exactly what the three
of them did together.
	
	"And the oath you took in front of all your sisters on the team,
never to talk about them with an outsider?  Where does that stand
on your list of rules to live by?"  Marybeth asked, her voice
controlled.

	Shirley stood still, her eyes blazing with anger.  "Look, we all
know that we can go outside the group.  We went outside the
group.  Celia isn't going to talk about us with anyone."

	Nancy turned to Jackie.  "And you know we don't join groups like
the Alliance and why."

	"I never told Celia I wanted to join.  I told her I wanted to
talk to her and some of the others in the group about some issues
I have.  That I realized I was at least bisexual if not an out
and out lesbian, and I had questions.  I do have questions."

	"And you didn't feel you could come to me or Laura or Marybeth
for help?"  Nancy asked.

	"No.  These are my problems, my hang-ups.  I need to deal with
them myself."

	"And you don't see anything even a little contradictory,"
Marybeth laughed before going on, "about going to someone else to
help with the problems you want to deal with by yourself?"

	Jackie looked her in the eye.  "I liked being with Laura.  I
liked being with you.  I tried it with one of the girls on the
team and it wasn't any good at all.  It sucked, actually.

	"When Laura made love to me, when Marybeth made love to me, it
was all I ever imagined and then some.  When I was with..." she
stopped, and then started up again.  "It was like all she wanted
was to get off.  That it was sex for sex's sake, there wasn't
anything special about it, it felt... dirty."

	"And you thought you could talk to an outsider about how you
liked it with older women and didn't like it with your peers?" 
Nancy asked.

	Jackie blinked.  "Gosh, no!  It was general.  Why it was good
with some people and not so good with others."

	"And what did Celia have to say about that?" Nancy asked
sarcastically.

	"She said sex is like a mirror.  You can only get out of it what
goes in.  People have off days, sometimes.  And sometimes girls
are no different than boys.  That want to get off, they don't
much care how.  That when you're with someone like that, it
sucks.  That there's nothing wrong with looking someone in the
eye and telling them the truth: it didn't do anything for me. 
Work it out, she told me.  We can talk to each other and work
things out, and if not, we're better for knowing sooner, rather
than later."

	"And why," I interjected myself into the conversation, "does
Celia think you want to join?"

	"I don't know.  She suggested I should come to some of the
meetings and listen to what people had to say.  She said that
people talk about a lot of issues about being gay, and perhaps
something someone said would help me.  I told her I wasn't ready
for that."

	Marybeth chuckled at that, Nancy shrugged and shook her head. 
Jackie looked at me.  "What?"

	"That might have been what you said, that may have been what you
meant, but most people would add the word 'yet' in there.  Which
changes the meaning entirely.  Particularly given the earlier
conversation."

	Jackie looked at me, then at Marybeth.  "I'm sorry, I didn't
think."

	I nodded, reached out and patted her on the shoulder.  "It's
okay, Jackie, really.  But I'm sure the rules say you should talk
things like this over with your teammates or your coach, or one
of the other advisors."

	She nodded and I went on.

	"You didn't go to your teammates because you don't trust them,
do you?"  I asked.

	She looked at the other two girls and nodded.

	"And you didn't talk to us because you thought we were biased?"

	Again she nodded.

	"What should you have done?"

	"If I was willing to trust someone outside for advice when I
couldn't get it from the team?  I don't know.  I just don't
know."

	"When you find yourself blocked like that, and you start feeling
desperate," I told her, "you need to start admitting things to
yourself.  You need to think about things, and make a list of
what's bugging you.  And when you think of a possible solution,
you need to think about the good and the bad things about it. 
Because, in your heart of hearts, if the advice you got from
Celia was something you could use, you would have asked to join,
wouldn't you?"

	"I suppose.  My parents think that cheerleading is the key to
getting into a good college.  But Sherrie can't afford to go to a
good college; I'm not going to be able to afford it either.  I
was thinking about quitting the team."

	It was interesting.  Her wanting to quit obviously bothered
Marybeth a great deal.  Nancy less so and her two teammates not
at all.

	"Jackie, I have no authority here; I recommend to Nancy and it's
her decision.  In your shoes, I think I would quit."

	Marybeth looked at me for a second, then at Regina and Shirley.
Then she realized the truth.

	"I've always supported the girls on the team," Marybeth said. 
"Always.  When I was on the team myself and later, after I'd gone
on to other things.  It's your choice, Jackie.  I think you
should finish the year; I would understand why if you don't come
back next year."

	Nancy looked at Marybeth and then at me.  "The idea is to keep
girls, not advise them to leave."

	"To a point," I told her.  "So long as it's doing them good. 
You have rules, I'm sure you've cut girls before who didn't
measure up."

	"Of course," Nancy said, a little snappish.

	"This is the same thing.  The team no longer measures up to
Jackie's expectations.  She's cutting them," I told her.

	"And Shirley?  Regina?"

	"That is something else again.  They broke a core rule."  I
turned to Marybeth. "Have they had exposure to the reading I was
just doing?"

	"No, it's just verbal history.  Very vague."

	"Shirley and Regina.  Listen to me very carefully," I told them,
my voice cold.  "I was reading about the history of the people
who had a guiding hand in making you what you are today.  Back in
the day where one of the women involved was sure she faced
eternal damnation because she wanted to make love to another
woman.  And who would have likely faced permanent incarceration
had it become known how she felt, much less what she'd done.

	"You stand where you do today on the shoulders of giants; people
who've gone before you, risking everything so that you can gossip
to someone you shouldn't.  That wasn't what they had in mind.

	"Being gay isn't the stigma it once was.  But that isn't all
that cheerleaders here do, is it?  I remember you, Shirley, from
the retreat.  Do you know what happens to Coach Howland if you
tell someone what goes on during events like that?"

	She stared at me coldly; her voice was frigid.  "I'm not stupid,
of course I know.  I would never, ever."

	"Well, girl, I'm here to tell you that you are pretty damn
stupid.  What, is this Celia devoid of all human curiosity?  Has
she ever asked if Coach Howland knows about what goes on?"

	"No, she hasn't.  She can connect the dots.  She knows the Coach
is gay.  That she looks the other way.  No one, not me, not
anyone, would tell her about what else we do."

	"Celia knows you visit with Coach often, right?  That she's
single and doesn't have a significant other?" I pressed.

	Shirley blinked.  "I don't know.  I suppose."

	"Tell me, Shirley-who-isn't-stupid, what would you figure goes
on with a gay coach who has girls over to her house at all hours
of the day and night?  A coach with no other visible
attachments?"

	"Shit!" Reggie said, understanding.

	Marybeth looked at me, and put a finger to her lips, asking me
to stop talking.

	"Look at me," she commanded, and they all did.

	"To an objective observer, one who didn't know us, what women
like myself, Laura and Nancy do is unconscionable.  We make love
to teenage girls, half our age.  In my case, sometimes a third my
age.  If it came out, we'd go to jail for the rest of our lives.
I personally am willing to accept that, if it comes.  I know
Nancy is too.  We accept it, and keep our lips sealed about
anything and everything we know.

	"Laura was reading a while ago about a very wonderful woman. 
The woman who was the spiritual founder of what we do.  She
noticed that gay girls, gay girls who had sex with understanding
older women, did much better than their peers.  They got better
grades, they won more athletically, they married well, lived
well, raised their families well.

	"That woman died two years ago.  I tell you true, it was the
most amazing thing I've ever seen.  Over two thousand women went
to her funeral.  The only man in the room was the pastor who
conducted her memorial service.  Most of us didn't know each
other; we just knew that we all existed.  Because of her."

	She pointed at Shirley.  "And you, you stupid nit!  You think
you know so much!  You think you can break the rules and it
doesn't matter.  Oh, you get your sex, for sure!"  She pointed at
Jackie.  "Soulless sex, you heard it.  I know for certain you
know exactly what I mean.  Every last one of us has been there. 
Where we pig out, we overload and overdo.  When it becomes habit
and not choice, it's just hormones and nothing else."

	"What's going to happen to us?" Shirley asked, now pale.

	I laughed nastily.  "The single worst thing I can think of.  You
put me at personal risk by your stupidity.  To quote the asshole
in Karate Kid:  'No Mercy!'"

	"You're kicking us off the team?"  Shirley's lower lip trembled.
 It was clear she was running way behind the curve, playing catch
up.

	"I can't do anything.  But I can recommend to Coach Howland what
I think should be done with you.  Like I said, I want to see you
twisting in the wind.  I want you to think for the rest of the
lives that this was easily the most stupid thing you've ever
done."

	Shirley looked at Nancy.  "I'm sorry, Coach.  We didn't think. 
It was a mistake."

	Nancy looked at me; I think she must have realized what I
intended.  "What, Laura, is your recommendation?"

	"Shirley, you're a junior?" I asked and she agreed.  "And
Regina, you're a sophomore?"  She too agreed.

	"Next fall, when the tryouts are held, you will watch each of
the new girls.  Coach will let everyone know who makes the team.
You will then pick one scrub each.  You will work with that girl,
and come the last day before Christmas break, there will be
another set of tryouts.  Your girls will try out.  If they don't
make the team, you're off."

	Marybeth spoke.  "If you think you're getting off easy, you need
to think about it.  You are going to have to think about why you
remain on the team every time you see those girls.  Oh, and if
you hit on them, I will personally wring your necks!"

	"You want to take girls on the team who aren't gay?"

	I spoke first.  "Yes.  We are going to have to work something
else out.  Once, being gay was enough; no one wanted to be outed.
 It was a very strong deterrent to breaking faith with your
sisters.  Now, it's no big deal.  Practically meaningless.

	"I think it's time to leave that behind," I told them.  "To
steal from modern usage: we need a new paradigm."

	Jackie spoke up, "A pair of dimes still leaves you a nickel
short of a quarter."

	I laughed.  "Keep that up and I'll show you no quarter!"

	The mood of the moment was broken.  For the next few minutes,
one pun after another was traded, until we were all laughing so
hard we couldn't think.

	Later, Marybeth fed us kielbasa, a form of Polish sausage, with
sauerkraut for those who were brave and determined and coleslaw
for those of us less stouthearted.  The sausage was hot enough to
leave me gasping and sweating.  Not just me, either.

	Marybeth had her laughs about it, making snide comments about us
panting and gasping at her table, sweating and fanning our
faces... and not one of us was close to an orgasm.

	It was a memorable meal, and in spite of the exotic tastes, I
enjoyed it.  Funny how it works though, when it came time to
clean up, the room emptied.  I worked with Marybeth to do the
necessary; like me, she was phlegmatic about it.

	"No one likes clean up."

	"No, but that's no excuse to avoid it."

	She patted me on my butt.  "I love you, woman, but you see
things differently than the rest of us.  We all look out for
number one.  But not you."

	"You could leave, I'll finish up," I told her.

	She laughed.  "You would, too."

	"Of course."

	"There are a thousand reasons why I like you, Laura.  One near
the top is that you aren't afraid to do what has to be done."

	I held up something that looked like a two-foot long
prophylactic.  "Not if I have to face Bigfoot here."

	"Sausage casing.  You don't want to know where it comes from."

	"Pig guts, right?"
	
	"Pig bowel, yes."

	I held it up and looked at it, then smiled at Marybeth.  "Do you
think with holes I could play it like a kazoo?"

	She doubled over with laughter, then came close without touching
me with her dishwater hands and kissed my nose.  "Are you going
to be all right with what's going to happen later?   Potluck?"

	"So long as Jackie is free to chose, sure," I told her.

	Marybeth grinned.  "Let's just say that Jackie and I have a
prior understanding.  Oh, you get free choice, too."

	We finished and went out to the living room.  Everyone, it
seemed, had gotten comfortable.  Denise was necking with Reggie
and Nancy and Shirley were past the necking stage and were
rubbing and kissing each other's breasts.

	Jackie was sitting off to one side, back to reading a magazine.
She looked at Marybeth and smiled.

	In my head, I started laughing.  Seven people... three couples
and Laura Alban Hunt, the third wheel.  Marybeth linked her arm
with mine.

	"About now you've realized how odd the situation is,"

	"I do believe I have."

	She smiled.  "I considered a real pot luck.  A couple of girls
who would be more than willing to be picked.  I considered
calling Elena.  But I got a call this afternoon, and I changed
all of my plans."

	Marybeth is an amazing person; if I had been paying attention,
I'd have known it was eight o'clock on the dot.  The doorbell
rang and Marybeth went to get it.  Nancy and Shirley hastily
buttoned blouses; Denise and Reggie let go of each other.

	A second later, Jack Bowden came in, carrying a small suitcase,
Amy with him.  "Thank you very much, Coach Howland," he told
Nancy.  "I'm sorry to impose upon you and your friend."

	Marybeth spoke quietly and confidently, "We are sisters, we are
there for each other.  Good times and the bad."

	Jack turned to me.  "Ann is going back on chemo tonight.  It's
pretty rough on her, and she asked Amy if she would mind not
seeing her like that.  Amy said it was okay this once, she'd
spend the night with a friend.  Thank you all for helping."

	Amy came to me and hugged me around the waist, looking up.  "Mom
says she has to smoke marijuana after, she doesn't want me to
gete ideas, she says."

	I nodded to Jack.  "We'll be all right."

	"Fred's parents didn't like it when we told them," Amy said. 
"We're not supposed to see each other."

	"I'll talk to them," I said, as did Nancy and Marybeth.

	Amy sighed and looked up at me.  "Thank you."

	Jack left and we took Amy's suitcase back to my room.  Amy
pushed the door closed and came to me.  "At the retreat, I just
wanted to cuddle.  Tonight... I want to spend it with you."

	"It's your choice," I told her.  "It's always your choice."

	She waved at the door.  "And I won't be the only one, will I?"

	"No," I paused, no one had said anything about it, but the
earlier scene in the living room when Marybeth came out from the
kitchen gave me a clue.  "Amy, there is one thing.  You saw the
others in the living room?"

	"I know," she said.  "We all know about sleepovers at Nancy's or
Marybeth's."

	"We are expected to go out there and hug and kiss -- and touch
-- for a while.  To show solidarity."

	She smiled.  "We do talk about how it works.  I don't like
people watching, but I understand.  And later, when it comes time
to change, I understand too."

	"We will stay just so long as you are comfortable," I told her.
"You don't have to be with someone else if you don't want to."

	She smiled at me.  "Jackie said we could cuddle; that's fine
with me."

	We went into the living room; I was surprised that everyone was
sitting, waiting for us.

	"Amy, do you want to be with Laura tonight?" Marybeth asked
her.

	"Yes," Amy said without hesitation.

	"You know what we do here?"

	"We kiss, we touch.  We come.  So everyone knows.  So everyone
can see.  Then later, we are with someone else."

	"That's right.  Some of us like to watch others make love, some
like being watched.  Others of us don't care and don't like to be
watched.  This once, Amy, and you never have to do it again...
unless you want to."

	"I understand."

	Marybeth turned and started undoing Jackie's blouse.  In a
moment, eight of us were bare to the waist.

	I kissed Amy, shutting out the others.  Amy kissed back, her
tongue strong and probing, her arms going around my neck.  It
reminded me a great deal of Elena, the strength, and the
confidence.

	Amy's breasts were small cones, tipped by nipple and areolas
that were larger than usual.  I cupped them and her nipples came
erect, very erect and quite large.  They begged for attention,
and I gave it to them, including bending down and sucking on
them, alternating between them.

	It was Amy who unzipped my slacks, plunging her hand between my
legs, seeking out my clit.  I took a mental deep breath as once
again my conscience warred with my desires.  I'd read in the Good
Book about how well the girls did in their lives, Marybeth and
Nancy had both told me how well the girls did in the program. 
Yet, everything I'd ever heard otherwise said they would be
scarred by life -- that this was a betrayal of my duties as an
adult, a parent.

	But when Amy feathered my clit very rapidly I nearly came and,
for the moment, hormones were still calling the shots.  Amy
kissed me again, and then kissed my ear, whispering softly as she
did, "You liked that."
	
	I nodded and her finger began it's furiously fast fluttering
again, a fascinating variation I'd never experienced before.

	I came with a sharp gasp, then a long sigh as Amy slowed down,
now pushing her finger inside me.  There were a few other orgasms
right then too, as if mine had triggered others.  Marybeth was
crouched in front of Jackie; whose legs were spread wide so
Marybeth could stab her repeatedly with her tongue.

	Nancy was once again sitting on Shirley's face, while Denise was
on all fours above Reggie, her head down, so they could engage in
sixty-nine.

	Amy met my eyes and leaned close to whisper again.  "This is
sexier than I thought it would be," she was almost laughing, I
saw.  "I'm getting all kinds of ideas for the next time I'm with
Fred."

	I kissed her hard, and again she whispered; this time her words
were nearly smothered my kiss.  "Kiss me like Marybeth is kissing
Jackie!"

	I lifted up off the couch we were on and knelt at her feet.  Amy
popped the snap of her jeans, and I tugged and hauled as she
lifted up to let them slide down.  She had a thin bush, but it
was spread out over a relatively wide area; I wondered what she
or Fred would think about my shaving her.

	I chuckled to myself as I started kissing and caressing her
inner thighs, then pulling apart her full pussy lips to reach her
clit, well buried in folds of skin.

	She tasted odd: not bad, just odd.  Sour, a bit, but sweet too.
It vaguely reminded me of cherries; it was definitely
interesting.  Her skin was pale enough and light enough for me to
see blood rushing to engorge her lips, changing them from pale
white to blushing pink in just a few seconds.

	The taste became more pronounced, and the flow of moisture
increased as well.  I lapped and sucked, teasing her clit
alternatively with my fingers and tongue, until I slid one finger
deep inside her.

	Amy was very small, the walls of her vagina clung to my finger
like soft, toothless jaws, biting down.  Amy's hips were twisting
and gyrating, making it hard to keep a good rhythm, then she
froze for a second, and I sucked extra hard.

	She gave a sharp yelp, a mixture of pleasure and pain.  Then,
without warning, she launched herself off the couch, pushing me
onto my back kissing my hard, her hands rough on my breasts.  She
pushed down my slacks using one hand at a time, and I helped,
wiggling free.  Then she was pressing her midsection down against
mine, lifting her head up.  Her breasts with her fat and erect
nipples rubbed mine into beautiful hardness, and while we didn't
fit as well as Susan and I, it was still a good fit.

	I ran my hands over her bottom, once again reveling in the feel
of the muscles bunched there.  I returned her kiss as hard as I
could.  She came again, pressing down against me, and I responded
by pressing back as hard as I could, as I reached a marvelous
orgasm.

	We lay joined together, mutually limp and spent.  My hand was
rested on her bottom, one finger lightly in her crack.

	I sensed a presence, and looked up and saw Jackie, nude,
standing next to us.  She grinned at me.  "I don't suppose I can
cut in?"

	Amy got up lithely, bouncing like a cheerleader should.  She
grabbed Jackie around the waist and started kissing her as
passionately as she'd kissed me.

	Past her, I could see Marybeth had Nancy up against a wall, her
hand pumping furiously into Nancy.  I grinned in memory of how
good that could be.  I looked further and saw Denise was sitting
back, Reggie between her legs.  Reggie's head moved rapidly back
and forth; I could see her tongue was inside Denise, her nose
rubbing Denise's clit.

	I saw Shirley sitting on a vacant couch, alone.  I got up and
sat down next to her.  "You don't like me," she whispered.

	I shook my head.  

Shirley went on.  "I screwed up.  I could have gotten you in
trouble.  It could still happen."

	"Shirley..."  I stopped, and then changed what I was going to
say.  "If the criteria for my liking people was whether or not
they've screwed up -- I don't think I would like anyone.  We
don't know each other well enough to form an opinion."

	I saw her eyes lock on my breasts.  After a second, she met my
eyes again.  "God, I love sex!"

	I reached out and ran my fingers lightly over her cheek, turning
her to face me more.  I gently kissed her lips.  "I'm not here
because I hate it."

	Shirley smiled and kissed back.  "I want to go down on you," she
murmured. I nodded and she slid off the couch and knelt at my
feet, in a position I was seeing a lot of tonight.

	It was something I'd never thought about, much less known from
experience, but I was learning about.  Different people had
different styles, different things they were good at.  When
Marybeth finger fucked you, you were left bonelessly limp, well
sated.  Amy could flick a clit better than anyone else.  When
Susan and I made love, our clits got together and made the same
passionate love their owners were making.  Shirley could suck a
pussy as well as Marybeth could finger fuck.

	With Shirley, when she went down on you, you went up, up and up.
 Her tongue was rough and silky, hard and thrusting, a gentle
touch that trembled my body.  She was, I thought, a form of
virtuoso, as good with her lips and tongue as any violinist or
cellist.  The third time she brought me off, I reached down and
pulled her up.

	"Am I forgiven?" she asked, a smile on her face.

	"Not completely," I told her, "but I sure accept your apology!"
	 
	"That's good, right?"

	I nodded.  "It's as good as it gets."

	Amy came and snuggled down next to me, her feet curled up on the
couch underneath her.

	"I think it's about time for Reggie and me to go," Shirley
whispered.  Sure enough, Reggie was sitting, chatting with
Denise.  Nancy was sitting on the floor with Marybeth behind her,
Marybeth rubbing her back.

	There were goodbyes, then they got dressed and there were more,
very chaste goodbyes.  Jackie came and hugged me, smiled at Amy,
and she too followed the others into the night.

	A few minutes later Nancy and Denise excused themselves and went
into one of the bedrooms.  Marybeth grinned at me.  "Both of you
look exhausted."

	"It's been a busy week," I told her.  "Did I tell you I'm buying
a new house?"

	She blinked.  "A new house?  You have a very nice one.  A great
kitchen."

	"Six bedrooms, nine bathrooms will hold more people though.  I
need to get a longer pool, so Elena and June Wheeler can really
get up a head of steam."

	"You found a house already?"

	I laughed, "When money isn't an object, you'd be surprised at
how fast it can go."

	She shook her head.  "Come and wake me up in the morning," she
told me.  "That's if you get up earlier than me.  If I'm awake,
I'll be in my study, doing this and that."  She left Amy and I
alone.

	"Want to snuggle now?" I asked Amy after Marybeth left.

	"Oh, gosh!  I thought I was going to fall asleep with coach!"

	A few minutes later we snuggled together, our arms wrapped
around each other.  We had one very short goodnight kiss, and
then Amy closed her eyes.  I stayed awake a few minutes longer.

	It was true; I couldn't say no if someone else said yes.  And
once I was aroused, I wasn't too finicky about who was saying
yes.   I was as eager for sex as any over-sexed teenage nympho. 
Was it my idea of a second childhood?  Nostalgia for times past
that never were?  Or just plain unadulterated lust?  I kissed
Amy's hair.  There was a difference between about the way I made
love to some of the girls.  Gail, Jamie and now Shirley had
wanted sex.  And we'd had sex.  With the others, there was more
to it than that.

	I needed to focus on what it was that was important.  Was the
difference important?  I could see a smile on Amy's face.  Did
Shirley have a smile on her face tonight?  Or was I just one more
lover?  I snugged in tighter to Amy and closed my eyes.  I'll
settle for smiles any day.

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