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CHAPTER 67

I told Mom and Dad about my date with Marla, and they said they
approved. Apparently, Erin had told them what I had done, when I
'rescued' Marla, because Dad also said that he was proud of me.
As the weekend grew near, I asked Amy what she would be doing. She
said that she and Owen were meeting Tess, Bill, Erin and Kelly at the
roller skating rink, and she asked if we would like to join them. I
told her I would get back to her, but when I checked with Marla, she
said that she had something in mind that didn't include other people.
She wouldn't say what it was, but the way she said it made me think
that it might be something fun. I began to fantasize about what it
might be.
When I got home from school on Friday, I called her and left a
message. When she got home from work, she called, and I asked her how
I should dress. She said to wear a suit, and to pick her up at seven.
Then she said, "By the way, tonight's on me. And, umm, what time do
you have to be home?"
"No special time. Why, are we going somewhere?"
"Well, let's just say that we might be quite late."
I said that it wouldn't be a problem; then I asked her where we were
going. She answered, "Someplace I think you'll like. Erin tells me
that you're a pretty fair dancer."
"I'm uhh, okay, I guess. So, we're going dancing?"
"After dinner, yes. And after that, who knows?"
Marla said the last few words with a smile in her voice, and when I
hung up, my mind was racing. I wondered what she had in mind. Whatever
it was, she was making it sound more interesting all the time.
I washed my car, took a long shower, and shaved extra close for our
date. Ordinarily, I was the one who planned the surprises, and it was
fun having someone else do it for a change. I got to Marla's house
promptly at seven, and when Mr. Rand opened the door, he had a big
smile on his face. I followed him into the house and he said that
Marla would be right here; then he asked me to sit down. The silly
smile never left his face, and only a few minutes later, I found out
why.
The girl who came into the room was stunning. It was Marla, but she
didn't look like the same girl. Her hair was much shorter, and it was
cut in the ragged, almost windblown way that's so popular today. But,
her face had changed the most. Her skin was glowing, and her eyes, now
almond shaped, with lashes that looked an inch long, were startlingly
blue.
She was wearing a short, dark blue dress, and high heels. The dress
was low-cut and showed just enough skin to let you know that there was
an ample bust inside. She looked absolutely beautiful.
I stood up and looked at her, and from the size of Marla's grin, I
guess I must have looked shaken. She, did a slow turn and said, "The
girls at WE really know what they're doing, don't they."
Her mom was standing behind her with a camera in her hand, and she
insisted that we pose for some pictures. While she was snapping away,
the phone rang and Mr. Rand went to answer it. He immediately came in
and handed it to me. It was Mom.
"Pete, I just got a call from Denise in Cantil. She sounded upset, and
insisted on talking to you. She left this number." I copied the
number, and asked Marla if I could use her phone. She pointed to her
room, and I called the number. 
Denise answered on the first ring with, "Pete, is it you?"
"Yes, what's up?"
"It's Desi. We're at the drugstore in Cantil. She just took a test,
and umm, Pete, she's pregnant!"
It took a second to sink in. Then I said, "Oh God. Is she okay? Who's
the father?"
"We? we think it's Bob, the minister's son."
	"You think! Don't you know?"
"Not really. She? well, she, umm, hasn't been very careful lately. It
could be someone else."
"What! How long has this been going on?"
"Just lately. She says that she does it because she wants to be a
'complete woman' when you and her get together."
"Oh Nooo! Not that again. What makes her think that I, --- Oh well,
never mind. Uhh, why did she take the pregnancy test?"
"Because she hasn't been feeling good. Plus, her period is overdue,
and she thinks she missed the last one, too."
"She THINKS she missed it? Doesn't she know?"
"She doesn't remember. But we picked up a pregnancy kit, and it says
she is."
"Does her mom or Della know?"
"No. We just found out."
"She has to tell her folks!"
"That's what I told her, but she won't do it! She's afraid of what
they'll do. But the problem is, there's this, like, forty-year-old guy
at school. He's been asking her out, and he gave her his business card
with his home number and address. She thinks he'll know what to do.
She's called him three times and he's not home. He lives in Palmdale,
and she wants to hitch-hike over to his house."
"What! When?"
"Right now. She wants to go there tonight. I tried to talk her out of
it, but you know Desi when she gets her mind made up."
"Where is Della?"
"She and her boyfriend are at a dance in Lancaster. I tried her cell
phone, but she doesn't answer.""
"Does Desi know you're talking to me?"
"No. She thinks I'm trying to get a friend from school to give her a
ride."
My mind was going a hundred miles an hour. I was trying to decide what
to do when I looked up and saw Marla looking at me. Her eyes were
narrowed, and the look on her face was serious. She walked over, put
her hand over the mouthpiece, and said, "Tell her you'll call her
right back."
"But I-"
	"Don't argue; just tell her."
I said to Denise, "I'll call you back in two minutes. Stay by the
phone."
As soon as I hung up, Marla said, "From your end of the conversation,
it sounds like a girl is in trouble."
I explained who Denise is and told her a little about Desi, how old
she is, and what was happening. 
Without hesitation, she asked, "How far is it to where she is?"
"Just under an hour."
"Call her back and tell her to stall until we get there."
"But you have this great night planned."
"Never mind that; this is more important. Quick! Call her back."
I called Denise and told her we would be there ASAP. She said that she
would tell Desi that her friend was working on his car and he would
pick us up in an hour. Then she said they would be at the ice cream
store, and to please hurry.
We got in the car and Marla asked me to tell her about both Denise and
Desi, so I began telling her about Cantil. I told her first about
Denise, and how I met her, and who her mother was; then I talked about
Desi. I told her that she had a crush on me, but I didn't mention that
we'd had sex, however, I think she guessed. She was quiet until I
finished, then she said, "I understand infatuation. As a matter of
fact, I understand a lot of what she's going through. But she should
talk to her folks. What's her mom like?"
"Mrs. Torres is great! She seems kind and understanding. I don't know
why she won't talk to her."
"What about her dad?"
"He seems like a reasonable guy."
"The name Torres, is he Spanish?"
"Yeah, I think his folks are from Mexico."
We rode in silence for a while, both of us thinking about this big
surprise we'd been handed. Suddenly, Marla said, "I understand why she
doesn't want to talk to her dad. Spanish men tend to be unforgiving
about things like this. But call her mom. The girl is only sixteen.
This is serious stuff. Her folks need to know."
She handed me her cell phone, and I thought about it for a minute. She
was right, of course; I had to do it. So, I first called information
for the Torres' number; then I called the house. One of the twins
answered. I didn't say who I was; I just asked for Mrs. Torres. When
she got on the line I said,  "Hi, Mrs. Torres. Don't say my name; this
is Pete Baker."
Momentarily startled, she said, "Uhh, okay."
"Is Mr. Torres there?"
"Yes."
"Can you go someplace where he can't hear you?" 
That instantly made her nervous, and she asked, "What's this about?"
"Don't worry; nobody's been injured, but, please, I need to talk to
you alone."
I heard her tell Mr. Torres that it was someone from the Grange, and
she was going to take the call in the bedroom. A minute later, she
said, "Okay, what's going on?"
I told her what had happened so far, and she groaned and said, "Oh my
God. I was afraid something like this would happen. Okay, I'll take
care of it. Where are they?"
Marla put her hand on the phone and asked, "What's she going to do?"
"She said that she'd take care of it."
"How far away are we?"
"Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes."
Marla took the phone from me and said, "Mrs. Torres, my name is Marla
Rand. I have some experience in these matters. Could we meet and talk
first?"
They talked for a few minutes, and Marla kept saying that she
shouldn't do anything until they talked. When Marla put the phone
down, she said, "She's going to meet us in the parking lot of the
Grange hall. Do you know where that is?"
"Yes. What are you going to tell her?"
"I'm, uhh---, I'm going, uhh---, Fuck it! I'm going to tell her that I
was pregnant when I was about her daughter's age, and what I learned."
Even in the darkened car, I could tell from her voice how painful this
was for her, so I was quiet for a while. Then I said, "But Mrs. Torres
is a grown woman. Won't she know what to do?"
"Probably not. You'd be surprised at how little women know about
things like this. Especially about things like abortion."
"How do you know so much about this?"
"How do you think?"
"You, uhh, had an abortion?"
"Yes."
"What did your folks say?"
"They never knew. Nobody does. I got pregnant the night of the party I
told you about. I had the abortion done at a clinic in Los Angeles."
I was at a loss for words. Even more so, when she added, "I knew very
early that something was happening. I missed my next period, and a few
weeks later, I began to feel my body start to change."
"Did you talk to someone about it?"
"No, I've always been a loner, and after what happened at the party,
the girls at school didn't want to be seen with me."
"But, you should have talked to someone! How about the counselors at
school?"
"I dropped out right after the party, and I didn't want to be seen
there, and have to put up with sneers and dirty looks."
"But, why didn't you go to your mom?"
"My mother is a sweet woman, but she lives in a fantasy world, and to
a slightly lesser degree, so does my dad." Marla stopped talking when
I winced. I didn't say anything; I just patted her hand. She
continued, "I'm not sure if they could have handled it. Neither one
thinks that any badness could befall either one of us. So far, Kelly
has been lucky. I haven't been as fortunate."
"Umm, about Kelly. Why did you send her to me?"
"By the time I was Kelly's age, I had already experimented with a few
guys. The experience wasn't what I thought it would be. Then I met
Rich. In the beginning, Rich was very attentive, and he was a fair
lover. But it ended badly. I've been watching you for a while, and I
talk with both Kelly and your sister. You'd be surprised by how much
they know about you. Then, a couple of weeks ago, I ran into Karen. We
had a long talk about you, and she told me how gentle and respectful
you were. She also told me that she was leaving. I know from watching
Kelly, that she was ready to make a real move on you. The first time
for a girl can be very important, and I was afraid that if you
rejected her, she would go to someone else. So, when the opportunity
presented itself, I encouraged her to go to you."
The mention of Karen caused me to wince again. I was starting to feel
that I was the only person in the world, who didn't know that Karen
was going to leave. I wanted to ask Marla what Karen had said about
me, but we were getting close to Cantil and I wanted to pursue the
pregnancy thing. So I asked, "Who took you to the doctor?"
"Nobody. I looked up the clinic on the Internet and called them."
"You went there by yourself?"
"Yes."
"Weren't you scared?"
	"Sure. I was terrified. But when I got there, everyone there
was wonderful. They knew exactly what I was going through, and they
had the answers to every question I had. They took some tests and did
the procedure the next day."
"Was it painful?"
"No, it was over before I knew it, and except for some mild cramps
that only lasted for a day or two, I was fine. They said that it was
easy because I got there as soon as I suspected something was wrong.
That's why I wanted us to come here right away. This girl is probably
scared to death. I want to tell her that the world is not coming to an
end. But first, I want to talk to her mom. I want to hear how she
feels about things, and if she and the girl decide to terminate, I
want to tell her that she should do it right away."
"You seem to know an awful lot about this."
"I do. After what happened to me, I spent a lot of time at the clinic,
learning about this kind of thing. Now, I sometimes help out their
clients as a counselor. When they found out that I've been there
myself, they listen closely to what I say."
I didn't say anything aloud, but a picture of Amy popped into my head.
I thought, 'If she hadn't miscarried, Amy might have been one of those
clients. That made me wince again.
We pulled into the Grange parking lot, and I spotted Mrs. Torres
standing next to her car. I pulled alongside, and when we got out, she
blinked in surprise at both of us. I had forgotten that we were
dressed like we were, and I explained that we were on our way
somewhere when we got the call. I introduced Marla to her, and Marla
asked if I would wait in the car. A few minutes later, she came back,
got in the car and said, "Let's go."
I asked, "What's happening?"
"We are going to talk to Desi. Depending on what she says, we have
some ideas. C'mon, let's hurry."
I saw Mrs. Torres headlights follow us as we went to the ice cream
store. Mrs. Torres stopped down the street, but we pulled in close to
the store and got out. Denise was sitting on a bench eating an ice
cream cone, and Desi was talking with some guys.
They had both changed since the last time I'd seen them. Denise was
startlingly pretty. Her formerly shoulder-length red hair was much
longer now, and it was gathered into a ponytail that hung nearly to
her waist. Although it was hard to tell in the store lighting, I saw
no evidence of scarring on her face at all.
But Desi had changed the most. Her baby fat was gone, and it looked
like she had grown in both height and bust size. The little girl look
was gone. It was a young woman standing there now, but she didn't look
like the Desi I remembered. She was wearing low-cut jeans, and even
though it was cool outside, she was also wearing a belly shirt that
showed a wide patch of skin under her breasts. And she was smoking a
cigarette.
Suddenly, I was angry. How could sweet Desi have changed so much in
such a short a time? I said to Marla, "Wait here." I walked between
Desi and the guy she was talking to, and said, "Desi, lose the
cigarette."
Her eyes got wide, and the cigarette fell from her mouth, just as one
of the guys said, "Hey, who the fuck are?"
I didn't let him finish. I stepped toward him, pushed a finger into
his chest and said, "You and your buddies? Out of here, NOW!"
There was some grumbling, but I was a lot bigger than him or either of
his friends, so the three of them moved away, and I turned back to
Desi.
She had a stunned look on her face as she stammered, "P-Pete, how
did??" Then she turned to Denise and said, "You called him, didn't
you?"
Denise came up to us, and I put my hand on her shoulder. I said, "Yes,
she did. The question is, why didn't you?"
"But, Gee Pete, I mean, umm, I didn't want you to think I was, like
bad or something, I mean, uhh?"
Just then, Marla walked up and said, "Desi, my name's Marla. I'd like
to talk to you."
Desi stepped back and her eyes flashed. She looked at Marla, then back
at me. "Who is this, and why are you two dressed like you're going to
a fucking Ball?"
I stepped close to Desi and said, "Desi, go to the car with her. She
wants to talk to you."
She got that stubborn look I knew, and said, "No way! I don't want
to?"
I stepped so close that I was almost touching her. I glared down at
her, and said, "Desi, go to the car with her NOW!"
It was the wrong thing to say. She glared back at me, and I watched
her set her jaw. But I could see tears forming in her eyes. We stood
that way until Marla separated us and stepped in front of Desi. She
put her hands on her shoulders and said, "Please, Desi. Please, let me
talk to you."
Desi stared at her, then at me, and back at her.
Again, Marla said, "Please?"
Desi slumped and dropped her head. The bravado look was gone. It was
like someone let the air out of her. The person standing there now,
was the little Desi I remembered. And she was scared. 
Marla put her arm around her. Then she turned to Denise and said,
"Denise, would you please come too. I'd like to talk to both of you."
Then she looked at me and said, "Pete, would you wait in the car with
Mrs. Torres? This might take a while."
Desi tried to pull away from Marla as she screamed, "My mom is here?!"
Marla held on to her and said, "It's okay; don't worry." She repeated,
"Please don't worry," as she led the girls to the car.
I got in next to Mrs. Torres, and we sat quietly for a while. She kept
wringing her hands, and finally she said, "This is all my fault."
"Why is it your fault?"
She sighed, "Because of the way I've behaved. Did you know that Desi
saw us both times we were together at Kate's house."
It didn't register for a minute. What was she talking about? When were
we together? What did 'together' mean? Then, slowly, it dawned on me!
I always wondered who the 'Squirter' was, that night in Kate's bed.
Could it have been HER? And what did she mean by 'both times' ? 
Then I remembered the time when one minute Kate was sopping wet, and
the next minute she was dry. There were TWO women that night, and the
other one was MRS. TORRES!
I was speechless. Never in my wildest imagination did I suspect it was
her. Even now that she had admitted it, I couldn't believe it. Mrs.
Torres had always seemed matronly. I knew she had big tits, but she
usually wore those Hawaiian 'Mumu' dresses that hid her shape. Even
the time at the dance, she wore an attractive, but kind of a frilly
dress. It was pretty, but it didn't show off her body. 
But I remembered the girl in Kate's bed those nights, and as I thought
of her, I remembered how firm and tight her body felt and the
wonderful smell and taste of her when she covered me with her fluids
as she came. Could it really have been her??
Then I thought of something else. There were no cars in the driveway
either time it happened. Whoever was there was gone in the morning,
and the Torres were the only people who lived within walking distance.
It HAD to be her!
I guess I was staring at her, because Mrs. Torres broke the silence.
There was surprise in her voice when she said, "You never knew it was
me, did you?"
"No, ma'am. I never even suspected. But, uhh, why me? And why are you
telling me now?"
"I would like to say it's complicated. I would like to say that I was
unhappy with my marriage, or that I was getting back at my husband for
some indiscretion. But that wouldn't be true. The simple truth is,
Kate told me what a wonderful lover you were, and at the time, I was
bored with my life, and I was curious. I love my husband. He's the
only man I'd ever been with before you, and unless he finds out about
us, I'll never be with another one. The reason I'm talking to you now,
is because Desi knows about us. The first time I was at Kate's, she
was hiding outside, spying on you, and she saw me go into the house.
Later, she saw you go in as well, and she was still there when each of
us came out. The next time, she followed me, and watched the same
thing happen again."
"But we could have been just talking or something."
"Hardly. The lights were all off in the house both times, and my
daughter is not stupid. Besides, she and I got into an argument a few
months ago, and we both admitted that we had been with you."
I was kind of numb inside. A lot had happened tonight, and it was
taking some time to sink in. Finally, I asked, "Are you angry with me
about Desi?"
"No, I'm not angry. It would be difficult for me to be mad at either
of you after what you and I did, wouldn't it? Plus, she told me it was
her idea, not yours."
"Well, that's not completely true. I'm as much at fault as she was.
It's hard to turn down a pretty girl who has her mind made up about
something like that. But, what about Kate? I thought she said she
loved me. Why did she bring another woman to bed with someone she
loved?"
It took Mrs. Torres a while to answer. Then she turned to me, put her
hand on my arm and said, "Pete, you're an intelligent young man, and
you know a lot about Kate. You must have seen that Kate was acting
erratically."
"Yeah, I guess I did. But, I was overwhelmed by her. She's so
beautiful, that when she and I, well.., you know."
"Yes, I know. You mean, when you and she began having sex on a regular
basis."
"Yes, and I guess I didn't know what to expect." 
Suddenly, a thought hit me. I asked, "Were you and she, uuh.."
"Were she and I having sex? Yes, occasionally. I don't know how it
started. It just did. When her husband died, she went into a deep
depression. As a neighbor and friend, we talked a lot. She needed
someone to be close to, I was there, I was bored with my marriage, and
it just happened."
"But why did she want you and I to, umm, you know."
"She knew I was bored, and she had told me how wonderful it was,
having sex with you. So when she said she had asked you to come to her
room that night, I told her I was envious. So we devised a plan where
I would come to you in the dark, and we would, umm, play a little."
"That's right! The first time we were together, we didn't uhh?"
Yes, it was all oral, but you did kiss me, and it was wonderful."
"The second time, I really didn't know it was you until just now, but
we did go, umm, all the way."
"I know. After that first time, I thought about you a lot, and I kept
wondering what it would be like to have another man inside me. When I
told Kate, she offered to share you that night."
"Was I what you expected?"
"Yes young man, you were, umm, just fine."
I could tell she was getting uncomfortable talking about this, so I
changed the subject. 
"Mrs. Torres, Desi has changed a lot."
"I know. That's why I said that what happened to her was my fault.
What I did with you was unforgivable. And after Desi found out, I
found it hard to say no to her about anything. I tried to be her
friend instead of her mother, and look what it's led to. By the way,
who is your friend, Marla? Does she know what she's doing?"
"She someone that's gone though a similar thing as Desi. The second
she found that there was a girl in trouble; she insisted that we come
here. I'm sure you can trust her."
"Well, I have to trust someone. I just don't know what to do."
She was quiet again, so I took her hand, "How is the rest of the
family?"
"Carl finally found a girlfriend, and he moved with her to Palmdale.
He got a job at a machine shop, and he seems to be doing fine. Della
is getting straight A's in school, and she's been seeing a very nice
college boy. He comes from a nice family and he's going places. Her
dad and I like him a lot. The twins are growing like weeds, and they
talk about Erin all the time. She's their hero because of the man she
saved. They have the newspaper articles pasted all over their bedroom,
and they brag that she's their friend to all the kids at school. You
should ask her to call them sometime. They would get a big kick out of
it."
"How is Denise doing?"
"She's doing fine. She's been through two chemical peels; her skin is
beautiful now, and so is she. She's a lovely, well-behaved girl, and
we love having her with us."
"Has her mother contacted her?"
"Not as far as we know. It's as though she dropped off the face of the
earth. Which is fine with us. The only one who concerns us is Desi,
and I guess I'm responsible for that."
She started to ask about my family, but then we noticed the girls
heading toward the car. Marla had her arm around Desi. When they got
to the car, they stopped. Marla put both hands on Desi's shoulders and
asked, "Are you ready?" Desi nodded, and they got in the back seat.
Mrs. Torres had an agonized look on her face, and Desi was staring at
the floor. Finally, Desi said, "I? I'm sorry Mom."
There was a moment of silence, then Marla asked, "Mrs. Torres, is
there a way you would like to handle this?"
"Uhh, I don't know what to do. Can you suggest something?"
"Yes, I think I can. But first, Desi tells me that her dad would be
very upset, and might do something violent if he was aware of this. Is
it true?"
"Yes, I'm afraid she's right. I hate to think of what he would do."
"Well, she needs to see a doctor right away, but she says that this is
a small town, and she's afraid the word would get around. Is that also
true?"
"Yes it is."
"Okay, I have some ideas. But first, you and Desi have to talk about
this baby. Denise, Pete and I are going to step out of the car while
you discuss it. Let us know when you've made a decision."
Marla stepped out of the car, and motioned for us to follow her. We
went to my car, got in, and Marla turned to Denise and said, "Do you
wonder why I asked you to be a part of my talk with Desi?"
She answered, "Yes, why did you?"
"Because you're a beautiful young woman. If it hasn't happened
already, you're at an age when sex will soon become an issue with you.
And I wanted you to see what can happen when you're not careful."
Denise frowned for several seconds. Then she looked at me and said,
"You didn't tell her who my mother is, did you?"
I started to answer, but Marla broke in with, "Yes he did, and you
must not let what your mother does affect you. Don't let it turn you
either on or off. Let your own mind and intellect, be your guide.
Respect yourself! If you decide to have sex, don't do it with someone
just because he's popular or cute. Have it with someone who deserves
you! And always be careful."
The headlights flashed on Mrs. Torres car, so we went back and got in.
They were holding each other, and we could see tears on both their
faces. Mrs. Torres said to Marla, "You said you had some ideas?"
"Yes. The first thing we should do is to have Desi looked at by a real
doctor. Is there a way she could come back to LA with us?"
"We would have to tell her father something."
Everyone was tossing ideas back and forth, when I said, "How about
this. Marla and I are dressed for dinner. What if I said that we drove
out here to have dinner at the mansion on the golf course. On the way
through town, I spotted the girls and wanted to introduce them to
Marla. Then we told them we were going to Magic Mountain tomorrow, and
we asked them to come with us."
Mrs. Torres shook her head and said, "That's no good. Joe loves Magic
Mountain. He'll want to come along."
Marla said, "Then you'll have to stay home with him. Tell him it's a
special day for high-school kids."
"But I want to be with Desi at the doctors."
Marla put her hand on Mrs. Torres shoulder and said, "Why don't we do
this. These drug-store test kits always err on the positive side.
Let's see what a doctor says. Then you can make a decision on how you
want to proceed. If she is pregnant, he'll tell us how far along she
is, and with his help, you and she can decide what to do next. We'll
take the girls with us tonight, and we can be at the clinic first
thing in the morning. As soon as we have an answer, we'll call you. At
that point, you can decide if you want to tell your husband. And if
need be, you can be at the clinic in an hour."
Marla looked at Desi and asked, "Is that okay with you?"
Desi nodded, but Mrs. Torres was adamant. She said, "There is no-way
I'll let her go through this without me being there."
Marla stepped out of the car, motioned for Mrs. Torres to follow her,
and the two of them walked down the street a little ways and began
talking. I turned to Desi and said, "Why didn't you call me?"
Desi turned to Denise and asked, "Would you excuse us for a minute?"
Denise nodded, got out of the car, and closed the door. Desi looked up
at me. The bitch with an attitude was gone, and in her place was a
frightened young girl. But, she seemed to pull herself together before
she said, "Pete, I love you, and I intend on being with you some day.
But I want to be the girl you want. You've had sex with everyone I
know. I know you've been with Kate, Sam, and Tammy. And you've been
with me, my sister and even my mother! Plus, you bring girls by here
who are just unbelievable!"
She pointed to Marla, "Look at her! She's beautiful! I'll never be as
pretty as these girls, so I'll have to learn how to make myself worthy
of you."
It felt like the word "worthy" bounced around in my brain dozens of
times per second. She was unsure about which guy knocked her up. What
was so "worthy" about that? Suddenly, I was angry. I snapped, "So, you
are going to do that by sleeping with everybody in Cantil?"
"I didn't sleep with everybody. There have only been a few guys."
"Who's this forty-year-old guy?" 
"He's the bread guy. He delivers bread to the cafeteria. He's there
every day when I get to school."
"How did you get his home phone number?"
"He wrote it on a card. He's kinda weird, but he's been real friendly.
He told me one day that if I ever needed anything, I could call him,
and I didn't know what else to do."
I wanted to hold her and comfort her, but I decided I better not. 
I was surprised and embarrassed that she knew so much about me. I
didn't know that Della told her about us, and up until a few minutes
ago, I never even knew about her mother. I was thinking about what
Desi said when Marla and Mrs. Torres came back to the car. 
Marla said, "Okay, girls, go with your mom."
Desi and Denise both looked at me, then they got into Mrs. Torres's
car. As they drove away, I asked, "What's going on?"
Marla turned to me and said, "Take me somewhere and feed me before I
starve to death. I'll tell you when we get there."
Marla was a changed person from the quiet, reticent young woman I was
used to. She was more alive than I had ever seen her. I said, "Well,
Desi was right about one thing."
"What's that?"
"She said you were beautiful, and you really are."
She blinked, and stared at me as I started the car. Then I said, "We
don't have reservations for that fancy place I talked about. Will you
settle for an Italian restaurant?"
"Uhh, sure, Italian's fine. Umm, do you really think I'm beautiful?"
"Yes I do. I've always thought you were pretty, but tonight you look
sensational."
She smiled and sat back in the seat. Then she broke out in a big grin
and said, "Thank you!"
She was still grinning when we pulled into the restaurant. They seated
us right away and as soon as we ordered, I asked, "So, what's going on
with Desi?"
"Mrs. Torres is going to say that she saw us in town talking to the
girls, and we asked if the they could come with us to Magic Mountain
for the special high-school party tomorrow. We're going to stay all
day and come home late. There're staying at Tammy's house both nights
and they'll be home Sunday afternoon."
"Tammy's house? Are you sure that it's okay with her?"
"Yup. She's with Tony this weekend, and I told her I might be staying
there tonight, so she gave me a key."
"Really? Why?"
She raised her eyebrows, looked at me and smiled.
I said, "Oh." And it was my turn to grin.
Then I asked, "I've never seen you so alive. Why is that?"
	She didn't answer for a long time. "Finally, she turned to me,
touched my cheek, and said, "I've never told anyone except my
counselors about this. Are you sure you want to hear it?"
"If it'll help me to know you better, yes, I'd like to hear it."
She sat back in the seat, sighed, and after a minute, she started
talking. 
"My whole life I've been the quiet, 'girl next door' type. When I got
into high school, I tried to hang with the popular crowd, but I didn't
know how to dress or behave, so I soon became a joke. Sometime during
my junior year, I started reading fashion magazines and paying
attention to the popular girls at school, and I began to learn how to
dress. Pretty soon, boys started to ask me out. But I was so inept at
dating, the word got around that I was a dud. In my senior year, I
made my mind up that sex was the answer, so the next time a boy asked
me out, I tried to seduce him. I guess I was bad at it, because he
couldn't maintain an erection, and the next day, I heard that he told
everyone I was a 'bad lay'. But, after that, a lot of boys started
asking me out. They weren't the type I wanted to be with, but at least
I felt popular. And, of course, they all wanted sex. I experimented
with some of them, and the next thing I knew, I had the reputation as
an easy lay. Then I met Rich, and I told you what happened with him.
After the party, I didn't go back to school. I just hung around the
house feeling sorry for myself. Then I found I was pregnant. It was
the lowest point in my life and I actually thought about killing
myself. Then I read about the Family Planning Clinic, and I went to
see them. They were wonderful, and they took care of me in a kind and
considerate way.
"But, they were extremely busy, and I left before I had a chance to
talk to a counselor. I went through a long low period after that,
where I felt I had no self-worth, and because I didn't think I could
do any better, I started dating guys like the one you met at Big Bear.
But, right after I got home from Big Bear, I got a call from one of
the doctors at the clinic. His records showed that I had never had any
counseling and he asked how I was doing. When I told him how I was
feeling, he insisted that I come in.
"The counselors there are wonderful and from that day on, I've been
feeling better about myself. The girls who are counselors there, have
all been through the same kinds of things that I had, so they knew
exactly how I felt. I guess I did well with what I learned, because
they asked me to help out. I began going there on weekends, and before
long, I was doing counseling myself."
"So you haven't been dating?"
"No, not since the ski trip. Then this handsome young man picked me up
one night, and reminded me what it was like to have fun and be treated
well."
I grinned and asked, "How do you know he won't turn into one of those
guys you've had bad luck with?"
"Because I know two girls he's been with, and they're both crazy about
him. With one, it might be infatuation, but the other one is truly in
love with him."
It took me a second to realize that she was talking about Tammy, and I
asked, "Then why is she going to marry someone else?"
"Several reasons. She likes Tony an awful lot, and she knows he'll be
better suited as a husband. She wants to get on with her life, which
she hopes will include a home and babies. She would love to be with
you, but you still have a lot of growing-up to do, and she doesn't
want to stand in your way."
"It sounds like you and she have talked a lot."
	"We have. As soon as she found I was interested in you, she
spent a lot of time telling me what a great guy you are, and how you
saved her life."
"So, you're umm, interested in me?"
"Yup. Especially after she told me how good you were in bed."
Surprised, I asked, "After what you've been through, aren't you
worried about having sex?"
"No, one of the things I learned at the clinic was that I shouldn't be
afraid of sex. They taught me to pick my partners carefully, and to
use proper precautions. Tammy told me what a wonderful lover you are,
and I was looking forward to tonight."
Her frankness surprised me, but I was turned on, and I said, "So
tonight is out of the question?"
"I'm afraid so. The girls and I will be at Tammy's, and we have a lot
of talking to do. But there'll be other nights."
"Will there?"
"I hope so."
"I hope so, too. You're an amazing girl."
She did it again. She reached over and touched my cheek. That gesture,
plus the way she looked at me, made me feel like I was the only other
person on Earth. It's kind of disconcerting, but I like it. I caught
her hand and brought it to my mouth. We were still staring at each
other, and I remembered something that I read in the sex book here in
Cantil. I kissed the back of her hand; then I began touching my tongue
to the tops of her fingers. First to her knuckles, then between them
where they joined her hand. Her eyes flickered, then her lids lowered,
and after a few seconds, her gaze became very intense, and I could see
her skin start to turn darker as she became flushed. I was getting
turned on as well, when suddenly the mood was broken, as the waiter
brought our food. He sat things down and as soon as he left, Marla
said, "I'm starved."
I replied, "Me too," but my thoughts were on the way she looked a few
seconds ago. We took a few bites; then she leaned toward me and said,
"Pete?"
I looked up, and she seemed to have a twinkle in her eye. Quietly, she
whispered, "My panties are sopping wet. Shame on you." 
She went back to her dinner as though she hadn't said a thing. I had
to stop eating and put my hand down my pants to re-arrange myself. My
erection had grown so quickly, it had popped out of my shorts.  
I kept thinking about what she said, and it took me a while to get
through dinner. But she wolfed hers down in a hurry, and sat back and
watched me. I had to force myself to think of something else and I
guess I frowned, because she asked, "Is something wrong?"
"I've been thinking, and something bothers me. You and Mrs. Torres
have cooked up a rather elaborate plan to keep her father from knowing
what's going on. I think we can get by with the Magic Mountain story
to get the girls home with us, but what happens when the doctors look
at Desi? No matter what happens, her father will have to know. If she
decides to keep the baby, he will certainly have to know, and if she
decides to have an abortion, aren't her parents going to have to be
there to sign papers or something?"
"Actually, no. No matter how young a girl is, if she gets pregnant in
California, she's considered to be emancipated, and she can have an
abortion without telling anyone."
	"But there's something else. Why doesn't her mother insist on
coming along? That isn't like her!"
"Pete, please don't ask any questions. Especially, don't ask the
girls. I'll tell you about everything when this when this is all
over."
I said, "Fair enough," but I was still curious. We started to drive to
the Torres house, and I began thinking about what Marla had said about
her panties. My cock was hard again, and when I pulled in front of the
house, I turned off the car and reached for her. She came willingly
into my arms, and the kiss was wonderful. But my cock was so hard I
was uncomfortable. I must have squirmed or something, because she
pulled back and looked at me; then she put her hand on my crotch. She
found my hardness, wrapped her fingers around it, and made a
delighted, "Mmm," noise. Then she playfully gave it a squeeze. Now I
was really turned on, and I tried to pull her close to me again. But
she wriggled away from me and said, "Not now, we have to go inside.
And don't forget that I'm supposed a friend of yours from high
school."
Mr. Torres answered the door, and as soon as he saw me, he gave me a
bear hug. Then he looked at Marla and said to me, "Damn, boy! This is
really a pretty one," as he took her hand and led us inside.
The twins were there, and the first thing I noticed was how they had
grown. They still looked alike and they were taller than Desi. They
both started asking me about Erin, and I had to promise she would call
them as soon as I got home. Mr. Torres seemed to be satisfied with the
fact that girls were going to Magic Mountain with me, but the girls
said they wanted to go too, and a minor argument started. But a few
strong words from Mrs. Torres, and things quieted down. As I watched
her, I began thinking about the fact that I had sex with her. I could
remember feeling her body, and how she drenched me when she came. I
wondered what it would be like to make love to her, knowing that it
was her. My cock swelled at the thought.
Desi and Denise came into the room carrying overnight bags, and a few
minutes later, we were on the road. Things were quiet on the way home.
When we got to Tammy's, Marla let the girls in, and closed the door;
then she came to me and gave me another of her wonderful kisses. She
told me her car was in the shop, so I agreed to pick everyone up in
the morning, and I drove home thinking about the evening's events. I
parked my car behind the garage, and on the way to my room, I heard a
noise. I stopped and listened. It was coming from Mom and Dad's room,
and it told me that they were making love.
I suddenly felt a ton lighter. My smile grew until I felt like it
reached from ear to ear. 

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