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                         WYNTER AND JIMMY
 
This is an erotic fantasy.  It is the sequel to "Wynter".  The
characters and the situation are purely imaginary, and this story
is *NOT* intended to be a guide for actual behavior.  Any
similarities between this story and actual people or actual
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definition, not yours or anyone else's.
 
Thank you for your consideration.
 
My sincerest thanks to Denny Wheeler for editing this story and
for his contributions.  Thanks also to Uncle Sky, the Night Hawk,
and Old Man Ted for their input and for keeping the characters in
character.
 
   ************************************************************
 
                        WYNTER AND JIMMY
                    Part Two:  Best Friends
                                
                       Russell Hoisington
 
 
                              Twelve
 
     The look in his wife's eyes had told Richard all he needed
to know for the moment.  She had greeted him and their daughter,
said hello to Dragon, and hurried to their room with her bags. 
Lightning seemed to hover around her head, seeking a target.
 
     Diane was, as expected, oblivious to her sister's mood as
she presented a severely overweight Baby Christopher for him to
appreciate and then air-kissed Richard's cheek in the middle of a
comment on the poor choice of hallway wallpaper.  While she was
doing that, Bob squatted in front of Wynter and said hello to her
the way you would greet someone Baby Christopher's age.  Wynter
turned her cheek to him as he tried to kiss her lips.
 
     When Bob rose, Diane held Baby Christopher down in front of
Wynter and said, "Wynter, this is your cousin, Baby Christopher,"
as if Wynter had completely forgotten about him.
 
     Wynter overlooked the slight this time, though Richard was
certain she wouldn't be overlooking any before the day was
over and said, "Hello, Baby Christopher.  I hope you had a nice
trip."  She puckered to kiss the boy's chubby cheek, but Diane
snatched the baby back.
 
     "Don't touch him!" The panic in her shrill voice startled
Richard.  Wynter was standing there petrified, as if Diane had
accused her of slapping the baby.  "You've been petting that
creature," she said, glaring at Wynter's shadow.  Dragon didn't
look all that pleased with Diane, either.
 
     "So?" Wynter said, her brows pulling together.  The sharp
tone registered on Dragon and Richard, but obviously not on
anyone else present.
 
     "So you're liable to give Baby Christopher spotted fever! 
Don't touch him until you've thoroughly washed your hands!"
 
     "Spotted fever isn't transmitted that way.  It's tick-borne,
and Dragon doesn't have any ticks."
 
     "Oh, nonsense," Diane said with a dismissive shake of her
head.  "How would you know?  You're just a child!"
 
     Richard interrupted before Wynter either burst into tears or
a medical lecture.  From the look on her face he thought either
was possible.  "Diane, Wynter's been studying.  She's going to
medical school when she's old enough.  She knows a lot more about
medicine than I do.  Kevin Taylor says she's a natural as a
doctor, even more gifted than his own son."
 
     He saw the stunned look as Wynter's head turned to look at
him.  Obviously Kevin had never told her that last part because
her face said she didn't know whether to believe him or think
that he was pulling Diane's leg.
 
     "Riiichard," she said in that patient tone.  "Honestly! 
Even if she thinks she's going to be a nurse some day, and who
knows how long that phase will last, that doesn't automatically
mean she _knows_ anything about medicine.  You should know better
than that yourself!"
 
     Richard bit back the words that wanted out.  "I didn't say
she's going to nursing school, Diane.  I said she was going to
medical school, and that she's been studying."
 
     "That's right," said Wynter.  The defiance in her voice was
on her face.  "I'm a Future MD!"
 
     Diane shook her head.  "You kids and your fantasies.  Girls
are nurses.  Boys are doctors.  Honestly, Richard, she should
start acting her age now , and you aren't helping by playing
along."
 
     "Aunt Diane is right, honey," Bob added.  Then he saw the
look on Richard's face and somehow found enough sense to drop the
topic.  "Well, we need to put these bags away.  Where do I go?"
 
     "Top of the stairs, turn left.  That's your door straight
ahead at the end.  My office is the door beside it on the right,
and Wynter's is opposite the office."
 
     They moved sideways into the living room to give Bob room to
get to the stairs.  Richard should have offered to help, but Bob
had already pissed him off, and he didn't want to leave Wynter
alone with his lunatic sister-in-law.
 
     He turned to the latter and saw a look on her face like
she'd been sipping from the acid runoff in a mine sump.  "Well,
where's Baby Christopher's room?"
 
     Richard blinked.  "Come again?"
 
     "Baby Christopher's room!  Surely you don't plan for him to
sleep in the Jeep, do you?  I swear, Richard, you and Angie both
keep forgetting about him.  He's going to grow up with a complex
like Sparky Windermere's, and you know what happened to him.  Do
you want that to happen to Baby Christopher, too?"
 
     Richard had never heard of Sparky Windermere, but he knew
better than to say that.  He didn't have an hour to listen to the
lurid, and probably incomprehensible, details that would have
explained nothing when she finished.
 
     "Well, I guess he'll have to take Wynter's room."  Diane
looked around as Wynter gasped.  "That couch looks comfortable
enough for her."
 
     Richard fought to keep his voice level.  "Wynter is staying
in her room.  That's where she and Dragon sleep and that's where
they will continue to sleep."
 
     Diane looked at Dragon as if he had suddenly teleported into
their presence.  Then she gave the baby a quick look before
glaring in horror at Dragon.  "You let that... that _creature_
sleep in Wynter's room?"
 
     As if she'd never once visited since Wynter had found him. 
Dragon had slept in Wynter's room ever since that first night
when nobody though that the abandoned puppy would survive.  "Is
that a problem?"
 
     Diane's eyes turned to him, clearly telling herself that he
was hopelessly thick.  "Riiichard!  Who _knows_ what kind of
diseases it might be carrying!"
 
     "His name is Dragon," came a sharp interruption at Richard's
right elbow, "and he's a _he_, not an _it_."
 
     Diane shook an index finger at Wynter.  "Young lady, you
need to learn some manners when talking to adults!"
 
     Richard was startled to realize that the bright orange
fingernail polish wasn't the same shade as her toenail polish,
and neither was the same shade as her dark orange lipstick.  They
had to be severely mis-matched if he noticed it.  Then he
wondered why he had been startled by the choice of nail polish
and lipstick on a woman with teased hair that looked like a
Cleveland Browns football helmet because of all the spray she'd
used.  A woman wearing enough eyeliner and eye shadow to paint
over the wallpaper she had condemned.  A woman who was wearing an
ivory-colored, long-sleeved Victorian blouse buttoned to her
chin, faded neon pink hot pants that showed off thighs that had
begun to turn lumpy, and high-heeled sandals that might once have
been brown.  But what did he expect from a woman married to a man
wearing, of all things, a mauve leisure suit that must have been
lost in the back room of some Goodwill store for over a
quarter-century?
 
     Richard put a restraining hand on Wynter's shoulder, moving
it slightly in a loving caress.  "Diane, this is not your house
and not your daughter.  We decide where our guests stay if you
choose to stay here instead of in a _hotel_, which you are free
to do.  We thought Christopher would stay in your room while you
were here.  That's why we agreed to accommodate you."
 
     He heard Bob tell Angie to go ahead first at the top of the
stairs.  Apparently both were coming down to broker a peace
treaty.
 
     Diane looked horrified again.  "In _our_ room?  Richard,
what if Bob, uh...."  She glanced down at Wynter.  "Well, what
if....  I mean, there are some things a child shouldn't see until
he's old enough... well... if you know what I mean."
 
     One mind in the room was working faster than Richard's. 
"He's too young to know what you're doing if you want to have
sex."
 
     Diane clapped one hand over the baby's ear and squeezed the
other to her breast.  "_WYNTER!_"
 
     There may have been another moment or two when Richard had
been more proud of his daughter, but damned if he could remember
one.  He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze-and-rub, hoping she'd
interpret its true meaning of "Attagirl!"
 
     "Well, she's right, Sis."  Diane's face seemed to be
undecided between horror and disbelief as  Angie turned the
corner and stopped behind Wynter.  She put a hand on her
daughter's other shoulder and slid behind her, leaving room for
Bob to reach Diane.
 
     "Oh, nonsense.  What would she know about... _that_."
 
     Richard thought he could hear Wynter's eyes rolling in their
sockets.  "Aunt Diane, I've reached menarche."
 
     Diane was obviously searching her memory for that word. 
Richard felt Wynter move under his hand, as if Angie had gently
nudged her other shoulder.
 
     "You know.  I've started menstruating."
 
     "_WYNTER!_"  Diane's eyes shot to the startled baby to Bob
to Richard and back to Wynter.  She looked ready to run screaming
from the house.
 
     _Fat chance_, Richard thought.  _We're stuck with her._
 
     "You _never_ talk about that except among _women!_"
 
     "Oh, for piss sake, Sis."
 
     "How would she know about... uh... s-e-x."  Diane whispered
the latter, apparently afraid that her one-year-old had learned
to spell during the trip from Nebraska.  "You should keep a close
eye on her, Angela.  She must have some dirty little Eddie Thomas
she's been fooling around with."
 
     Angie exploded with an intensity Richard had never seen
before.  For the first time he was actually afraid of his wife. 
Her teenage exploits with Eddie Thomas were the entries in her
diary that Diane had used to blackmail her.
 
     "So, Bob," Richard said in a forced cheerful tone, hoping he
was loud enough to be heard over Angie without interrupting her,
"how about a beer and a tour of the patio?"  He tugged Wynter
along and led his brother-in-law through the living room and
dining room, pointing out the door to Angie's office along the
way, to the kitchen.  He pulled two Killian's Reds out of the
fridge as he asked Wynter if she wanted any juice.
 
     After he closed the patio door, the sound of the argument
wasn't all that noticeable.  If you were partially deaf.  He put
his mouth next to Wynter's ear and whispered, "You know, honey,
it actually went better than I had hoped this time."
 
     Wynter giggled and sipped her apple juice.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     Angie's hands shot to Wynter's shoulders, turning her
slightly to either side as she gave her daughter a once-over. 
She glanced at Richard as if she didn't believe him and then
asked Wynter,  "Are you sure you're all right?"
 
     All three were seated on the same side of the patio picnic
table, with Wynter in the middle at Richard's request.  Bob and
Diane were unpacking and "organizing" their room, whatever that
meant.  As long as it didn't involve carpentry and got rid of
them for a while, Angie didn't much care to know.  The patio was
the best place to avoid being overheard.  Angie had considered
several potential topics for the secret family meeting, but the
attempted rape of her daughter had never entered her mind. 
Richard had been right to keep it from Diane and Bob, no question
about that.
 
     "Mother, I'm fine!  Jimmy's the one who got hurt, not me."
 
     "Yes, and I'm sorry to hear that.  But one of them ripped
your blouse off...."
 
     "No, Mother.  He just tore it."
 
     "Whatever.  And he groped your breast and tried to force you
to have oral sex?"
 
     Richard started to rise when the house phone rang.  "Let the
voice mail pick up," Angie snapped, wondering where in the hell
men got their priorities.  "This is more important."
 
     "But Ron stopped him.  I told you."
 
     Wynter's voice was perfectly calm, as if she were discussing
the attributes of band-aids.  Angie wondered if Wynter were in
shock.  Trust a man to overlook that possibility.  Kevin had said
she was okay, but shock occasionally set in some time after a
traumatic event.  "But are you _sure_ you're all right?"
 
     She was startled when Wynter and Richard looked at each
other, said, "A," and began laughing.  Perhaps Richard didn't
think of it because he, himself, was in shock?
 
     The patio door flew open.  Diane poked her head out, eyes
wide.  Her voice trembled as she  spoke so rapidly that it
sounded like one word.  "Some policeman is on the phone and says
that Wynter's statement is ready for her to sign.  Some of her
friends tried to rape her yesterday!"
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     Suzie couldn't believe it!  Kenny stood there with his
wrists crossed down near his stupid thingy, looking up at her
stupid mother's furious face with big stupid round eyes behind
the rectangles of his glasses.  He had replaced his stupid
"patented shit-eating grin" with his "phony mask of genuine
sincerity" and overlaid that with his "authentic aura of fake
contrition."  He gulped as if he were admitting to stealing some
of those stupid Fig Newtons, and he dug the toe of his left
sneaker into the stupid beige carpet as his stupid lower lip
trembled like he was about to burst into tears.  "It wasn't
Suzie's fault, ma'am.  Like she said, Caroline and I were teasing
her about Jimmy, and we made her mad.  We didn't stop when we
should have.  Don't blame her for losing her temper, blame me. 
She's not the one who should be punished."
 
     Suzie had _no_ idea what the stupid dolt was up to, but he
was taking the blame for her.  If he didn't make some last minute
"just kidding" statement, she might be able to avoid any extra
grounding.  She kept her mouth shut but was ready to jump in if
Kenny was trying to pull a trick on her.
 
     Kenny continued.  "She wants to go see Jimmy because he was
hurt.  She's kinda sweet on him, you know.  That's why we were
teasing her, and she got mad at us.  I see now that it's my
fault, and I don't blame her for getting mad.  I guess I'd have
lost my temper if it was me."
 
     Her mother started giving him one of her stupid lectures
about Jimmy being hurt as well as Kenny having bruises on his
face because he'd been hurt, too, and getting hurt wasn't
something to tease anyone about, especially if he wanted to be a
doctor.  Suzie didn't pay any attention to the stupid details. 
She doubted that, at its basic elements, it was anything she
hadn't heard before, anyway.  She was watching Kenny hang his
head in shame.  Only the stupid dolt was doing so because he
couldn't control the stupid grin on his stupid face and didn't
want her mother to see it.
 
     Her mother finally ran out of hot air.  "_Caroline!_"
 
     The stupid slut opened her door immediately.  She'd thrown
on a stupid tee shirt and pair of cut-off jeans, but Suzie could
tell there was nothing underneath them.  She'd obviously been
standing at the door, listening, but her mother was, as always,
too stupid to realize that.  The stupid cow repeated everything
Kenny had said.
 
     "All right, Suzie," her mother said after turning to face
her.  "After today you're no longer grounded.  You can go check
on Jimmy tomorrow.  But you had better watch your mouth, young
lady!"  She left without waiting for a reply.
 
     Caroline and Kenny had a quick whispered conversation and
then groped each other as they shoved their stupid tongues down
each other's stupid throats.  Caroline smirked at Suzie and went
back to her stupid room, closing her door behind her, leaving her
alone with Kenny.
 
     Suzie folded her arms under her boobies and kept her voice
down as she snarled, "Okay, what was _that_ all about?"
 
     Kenny shrugged.  "Hey, I was just trying to help.  After
all, you're my friend.  But if you'd rather stay locked up for
the rest of the summer like Will and Dick, I can fix that with
your mom."
 
     "No, wait!" she said as he turned to leave.  He stopped and
looked over his shoulder at her.  She looked deep into his eyes. 
"I was worried that it was some kind of trick you were playing on
me.  You're really serious?  This isn't some trick?"
 
     "Well, yeah.  Hey, I don't go around taking blame for
everybody, you know.  Just my friends."
 
     "Oh."  She didn't know what to say, feeling deep in her
heart that any moment now he would return to his "patented
shit-eating grin" and say "_Gotcha!_"
 
     He turned around and came to her, putting his hands or her
upper arms.  She wondered if he was about to grab her boobies or
something, but he just said, "Hey, friends try to help each
other, and it was partly my fault."  He gave her arms a gentle
squeeze and dropped his hands.
 
     She couldn't turn loose of her suspicions.  "So, is this
gonna cost me, or something?"
 
     Kenny shrugged.  "Just... I dunno.  Just be nice to me once
in a while."
 
     _I knew it!_  The heat rose to her face.  " Be _nice_'? 
What's _that_ supposed to mean?" she barked.
 
     He shrugged again and shook his head.  "You know.  Just
don't put me down all the time.  Act like I'm a person instead of
a... a... I dunno.  A thing.  An animal.  Dirt.  I don't mind if
you tease, 'cause I do it all the time, but it hurts when you're
serious about it."
 
     She tapped her right forefinger on her left elbow.  "You
really mean be  nice' like Caroline was  nice' to you, don't
you!"
 
     "No!"
 
     _If he doesn't mean it, he's getting better at his "phony
mask of genuine sincerity."_
 
     "Hey, I have feelings, too, you know.  That was all I meant. 
Honest."
 
     She thought for a moment and then dropped her arms.  "Okay. 
I'm sorry.  I'm used to you always trying to play tricks on me. 
But this had better not be another one."
 
     He crossed his heart the way she'd watched Little Miss
Perfect cross hers.  "It's not a trick."
 
     She didn't see any sign of one in his eyes.  She relaxed. 
"Fine."
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     As Kenny climbed the stairs he still couldn't believe that
Suzie had swallowed that crapola as easily as Caroline has
swallowed his pecker.  And Caroline!  That was something else he
couldn't believe:  from boy virgin to experienced muff diver,
blow job recipient, and stud in less than an hour.  And if he
played his cards right, he'd soon be doing Suzie, too.  He was
looking forward to that.  Not only was Suzie more his size than
Caroline, she'd probably be tighter in the cootchie, too.  Not
that he didn't enjoy Caroline's, but he barely felt her around
him.  If he hadn't been so excited about his first honest-to-god
fuck, he'd probably still be trying to get off in her.
 
     _Man, I need to find a tighter cootchie.  Or get a bigger
dick._  He'd heard some eighth graders talking about a cock pump
once.  He'd have to learn how to build one.  Or trick Jimmy into
building one for him.  Jimmy wouldn't make one if he knew what it
was for.  He pushed open the door.
 
     "Hey, wanna go horseback riding at your Uncle Jim's
tomorrow?"
 
     "You putz."
 
     Kenny giggled as he pulled Jimmy's desk chair beside the bed
and sat down backward, resting his arms atop the chair back and
his chin atop his arms.  "I heard you had a visitor."
 
     The suspicious look in Jimmy's eyes gave away something. 
Kenny wasn't sure what.  Yet.
 
     "Wynter told you she came to see me?"
 
     _Well, that narrows it down_.  "I meant Suzie.  Why did she
jump on me for not telling her more about guys' balls?  I got the
feeling something happened that she didn't want to tell me
about."
 
     Jimmy squirmed.  "I don't blame her."  He related the story. 
By the time he was finished, and it was a short tale, Kenny had
turned the chair around so that he could cross his legs.  He
couldn't stop squirming at the mental image.
 
     "Hey, man, am I ever sorry.  But better you than me, huh?"
 
     That didn't get a rise out of Jimmy.  Instead he said, "If
our positions had been reversed, I'd feel the same about you."
 
     Kenny couldn't argue when Jimmy was right.  "So how are the
jewels today?"
 
     Jimmy shook his head.  "They look like Tyrone Hayes's."
 
     "Oh, man, if they get _that_ black it's gangrene and we'll
have to amputate."
 
     "What is this?" Jimmy wailed.  "Everybody wants to get their
hands on my balls!"
 
     "Not me!" Kenny protested, thrusting his hands forward as if
pushing himself away from Jimmy.  "I'm not some Trinidad faggot. 
Hey, maybe we could get your Future MD to cut 'em off.  She could
save time and do it now instead of after you're married!"
 
     Kenny was so pleased with himself for getting Jimmy to
detonate that he didn't even listen to the explosion.  After a
few exchanges he asked, "Hey, I got a question.  You think it
really hurt Wynter the same way it hurt you.  I mean, since she's
got a cootchie instead of a dick and balls combo?"
 
     Jimmy stared at him as if he were trying to decide whether
he was being serious.  Kenny had seen the same look on Suzie's
face that afternoon.  He thought it looked better on Suzie's.
 
     "Well, yeah.  All her weight dropping onto that limb would
be like being hit with a baseball bat.  If I'd done that, my nuts
would've exploded."
 
     "Yeah," Kenny conceded.  "But if all things had been equal,
say that she landed on the bar the same way you did...."
 
     "Getting hit on their bush beans would be like getting hit
on the head of your dick.  You're the Doctor.  Why am I having to
tell you this?"
 
     Kenny ignored the question.  "I guess.  Especially if it got
smashed between the bar and the pubic bone."
 
     Jimmy squirmed under the sheet.  "Can we talk about
something else?"
 
     "Good idea," Kenny said, also squirming as his eyes roamed
the room.  His eyes locked on the night stand.  "Hey!  What's
this?"
 
     "A present from Wynter."  Kenny thought Jimmy did a fairly
good impression of his patented shit-eating grin and wondered
why.
 
     He reached for it and saw it was a cartoon drawing.  "Hey! 
That's really.... Wait a minute!  That does _NOT_ look like me!  
Stop braying like a jackass!"
 
     Kenny didn't remember what they said for the next five
minutes as his mind struggled with how much to tell Jimmy.  Then
he put the cartoon back on the night stand, opened his mouth to
say something about school starting, and was startled to hear
himself ask, "Hey, do you think Caroline's as pretty as Suzie?"
 
     The silence was broken by Kenny himself when he finally
turned, saw Jimmy's distorted face, and asked, "What?"
 
     "Is... is this some kind of trick question?  I don't feel
like being the butt of any jokes right now."
 
     "No," said Kenny as he sat down and pulled his left foot up
over his right thigh.  "I was... well, I just, I dunno, thinking
about it, you know, and...."  His voice trailed off as words
avoided him.
 
     Jimmy stared at him for several more seconds before saying,
"No.  Maybe if she did something with her hair instead of just
letting it droop to her shoulders like she just washed it.  And
she, uh, well, she looks....  I dunno.  Primitive?  Sorta
Neanderthalish to me.  Maybe it's because she's got a heavy
skeleton and her face is kinda flat.  Why?"
 
     Kenny ignored the question and thought for a few seconds. 
"And her ass is too broad and awful flat, too.  Suzie's is
rounder and sticks out better."
 
     Jimmy's eyes narrowed.  "Yeah."  He said nothing else, as if
waiting for Kenny to lead in this dance of words.
 
     "D'ya think that her tits have stopped growing?  They're not
even as big as Suzie's."
 
     "How would you know."
 
     Kenny shrugged one shoulder.  "I saw Suzie's when she got
grounded that first time.  She leaned over to scream at me, and I
saw her birthmark and everything.  Then today I, uh....  Well, I
sorta saw Caroline's.  She definitely wears padded bras."
 
     Jimmy frowned.  "You saw Caroline today?"
 
     "Well, I went by Suzie's to see her, but she was here, so I
talked to Caroline."  He suddenly didn't know what to do with his
hands and began cleaning his glasses.  "When she got back we
teased her.  Her mom came home just as she was screaming for
Caroline and me to  get the fuck out of my room!' and, of course,
her mom grounded her longer."
 
     "Oh!" said Jimmy.  Kenny thought he sounded relieved.
 
     "But I told Mrs. Middleton that it was my fault and
Caroline's so that Suzie won't be grounded for the rest of summer
vacation."
 
     "Oh."  Jimmy's voice was just the opposite of how it had
sounded before.
 
     "Caroline and I talked about you before Suzie returned. 
Maybe, y'know, I can take Suzie's mind off of you for a while."
 
     Jimmy winced as he changed position, rolling on his side to
face Kenny.  "You think you can do that?"
 
     Kenny's patented shit-eating grin crept back in place. 
"Well, now she owes me one."
 
     Understanding dawned on Jimmy's face.  "You gonna take her
to the movies next?"
 
     "Got any scary ones to recommend?"
 
     "You just want to play with her tits."
 
     "Nope."
 
     Jimmy snorted.  "You're the one who tried to convince her
that it was possible to die of horniness, and now you're trying
to tell me you don't want to play with her tits?"
 
     "Hey, you said I  _just_ want to play with her tits.'  I
want to play with more than that."
 
     "She'll massage your nuts, too."
 
     "Maybe I'm smart enough to teach her the right way first."
 
     "Idiot.  I hope she uses an iron glove."
 
     "Suzie's tits are bigger than Wynter's, aren't they?"
 
     Jimmy started to say something.  Then his free hand, the one
that wasn't under the sheet holding the ice pack in place,
flipped him the bird.  "You putz."
 
     _Well, it almost worked_, he realized.  _Jimmy almost said
something, but he caught himself._  Whether it would have
admitted having seen Wynter's or not, Kenny didn't know.  But
something was positively different about Jimmy, and it wasn't
related to his accident.  It had nothing to do with pain at all. 
Jimmy looked....  Kenny didn't have words for it, but he though
Jimmy looked like he had felt after his session with Caroline.
 
     _Maybe that's it!_  "Hey, Wynter didn't massage your nuts
too, did she?  I mean, she'd know how to do it properly."
 
     "Kenny!"
 
     "Or maybe kiss them and make them feel better?"
 
     "_NO!_"  Jimmy turned red and looked away.
 
     _Mistake, dude_.  Kenny thought for a moment.  _Of course!_ 
"I didn't know Wynter wore lipstick."
 
     Jimmy looked him in the eye again.  "She doesn't."
 
     "Then how'd that lipstick get on your forehead.  Your mom
wasn't wearing any when she let me in."
 
     Jimmy's eyes bulged like a frog's.  "There's not any!"
 
     Jimmy furiously rubbed his forehead with his free hand. 
When he stopped and looked at his fingers, Kenny said, "Then what
are you trying to wipe off if there's no lipstick there?"
 
     _Touchdown!_ Kenny thought when Jimmy closed his eyes and
groaned.  "Hey, does this mean I get to have another kiss, too?"
 
     "No!" Jimmy snapped.  "Unless you get it from Suzie.  Or
Caroline."
 
     "Oh, she already...."  _Crapola._  It had been a while since
Jimmy had gotten the best of him.  _And I screwed up and let him
do it when he didn't suspect a thing._
 
     Jimmy's imitation of Kenny's patented shit-eating grin was
back.  "Oh?  You mean I gotcha?  You got Suzie to kiss you.  That
explains the goofy look on your face."
 
     "No, she didn't!"
 
     Jimmy snorted.  "Gimme the phone and I'll ask her myself."
 
     _Uh oh.  Now what?_  "Uh, don't bother.  No, Suzie really
didn't, but, um...."  Kenny was sure Suzie would tell Jimmy what
had happened and thought it best to get his own version in first. 
Jimmy would be less likely to believe the version he heard
second.  "Lemme close the door first in case we don't hear your
mom coming upstairs."
 
     Kenny was amazed at all the facial expressions Jimmy used at
various points in the story and at how wide Jimmy's eyes could
get.  Clearly Jimmy didn't believe some of it, and when he
finished, Jimmy asked him, "How much of that is true and how much
is jack-off fantasy?"
 
     "It's all true," said Kenny.  _Even the parts I left out._
 
     "And Caroline's going to help you with Suzie?"
 
     "She said nobody ever munched her muff like that before, and
that she'd help me into Suzie's pants if I'd do it to her like
that again."
 
     Jimmy still looked skeptical.  "And just what'd you do that
was so special?"
 
     Kenny shrugged.  "I dunno, but I hope I can do it again."
 
     Jimmy's face seemed to look eager.  "What was it like?"
 
     Kenny shrugged again.  "Good.  It was really good.  I dunno. 
Hey, ask her.  She might let you do her, too."
 
     "Kenny!"
 
     "Hey, you can practice your technique on her so Wynter'll
like it enough to let you do it to her a second time."
 
     Kenny decided that the only thing better that day than
listening to Jimmy detonate was sex with Caroline.
 
 
 
                             Thirteen
 
     Richard couldn't help grinning at the look on Joe Lopez's
face when Wynter pointed to the document and said as if she were
correcting a school paper, "There's two 'L's in 'fellatio.'"
 
     Richard strangled his grin before Joe turned a flustered
face to him.  "She's right, you know."
 
     "Uh.... You can correct it and put your initials beside it." 
Since Jimmy was still on bed rest, Joe had brought his statement
to his house.  He'd brought Wynter's along since her house was
just down the street.  He said it also was because he didn't want
her to have to come to the police station and be an object of
curiosity.
 
     She did as he said and continued to read through the typed
statement as Richard said, "Thanks again for bringing it by.  And
for the help with Diane."  His sister-in-law had spent the
remainder of Wednesday afternoon and night alternately attempting
to obtain details from Wynter, lecturing Richard and Angie on the
stupidity of moving to town when Wynter was so much safer at the
mountain home, and lecturing Wynter on necessity of avoiding the
"friends" who had tried to rape her.  She had ignored any
explanation that Jimmy and Kenny had been attacked, too.  She
started in again at breakfast.  He, Angie, and Wynter had decided
to ignore anything else she had to say about it, but it was
growing harder for each to remain silent under Diane's relentless
assault.
 
     Diane had insisted on being allowed to read the statement
since she was "family."  Joe invented a local ordinance that said
only a parent or legal guardian was allowed to be in the room
when Wynter read and signed the statement.  Richard, Joe, and
Wynter were using Angie's home office while Angie kept her sister
and brother-in-law at bay in the living room.  Richard suspected
that Angie mostly wanted an excuse not to read the statement, but
quarantining the two doofuses was also necessary or they'd be
listening through the door.
 
     "The dispatcher is new," Joe explained.  "She's also the
mayor's daughter, so she's keeping the job whether she's
competent or not," he whispered, doing a reasonable impression of
Groucho Marx waggling his eyebrows.  "She assumed that Diane was
Angie and started yapping instead of asking first.  It's not the
first time she's FUBARed a delicate situation, and I doubt
seriously it will be the last."
 
     Richard stroked his chin.  "Maybe she's Diana's real sister
instead of Angie."
 
     Joe snorted a laugh.  "That would make sense."
 
     "The rest looks okay, Officer Lopez," Wynter said.  "Do I
sign right here?"
 
     He showed her where to sign, initial, and date the typed
documents.  As he tucked them back in the document envelope he
said, "I hope we can avoid going to trial on this, so you won't
have to testify.  I heard Judge Wilson's trying to talk them into
not prosecuting Will as an adult.  If that happens, then there's
no real need for a trial since they'll be in Buena Vista until
they're eighteen anyway.  Personally I want them prosecuted as
adults or at least Will and then have them cop a plea bargain.
That'll get the felony on record for the future and maybe get him
a longer sentence."
 
     Wynter rose from the chair and came around to the front of
the desk, a dark frown on her angelic face.  "I wish they would
put them in jail until they are old and gray."
 
     Joe gave her his dazzling smile.  "Well, I, Miss Wynter,
hope you get your wish.  And I'm very sorry we never get to meet
under more pleasant circumstances so you can have enough time to
tell me the truth about Senor Klutz.  Please do me a favor and
keep him out of any more accidents.  You have no idea what a pain
it is to be stuck with him while we wait for the Jaws of Life."
 
     Wynter sighed in exasperation.  "Officer Lopez, I try so
_very_ hard, but he never listens to me.  Sometimes I don't know
what I'm going to do with him."
 
     While Richard looked at the floor and shook his head, Joe
said, "It's a common problem with fathers.  Diabolito says the
same thing about me all the time.  Come to think of it, so do his
brothers and sisters."
 
     Rising voices on the other side of the door interrupted
them.  Richard sighed and turned to Joe.  "Don't rush off.  We
may need you to cart out the bodies."
 
     Bob and Diane had been on the sofa in front of the living
room window.  Bob was still seated and holding the fat Baby
Christopher, but Diane was now on her feet, arguing with Angie
who was standing with her fists clenched at her hips on the
opposite side of the coffee table.  The argument stopped when the
office door opened and the trio emerged.
 
     "You're right, Sis," Angie said.  "For piss' sake, you're
absolutely right.  Joe, can I see you in my office for a moment?"
 
     Diane looked surprised at first, and then angry as Angie
turned away.  Angie led Joe back into her office and closed the
door.
 
     Richard frowned at Diane.  "What's going on?"
 
     Diane fumed.  "I was merely explaining to Angie what a
horrid example of a mother she was being by not reading Wynter's
statement."
 
     He had to suppress the laugh but couldn't, startling Diane
into wide-eyed silence before she resumed her angry frown.  
Diane hadn't expected Angie to leave the room.  She'd thought
she'd get a look at it while Angie was reading it.
 
     Bob rose from the sofa.  "Honey, if Angie doesn't...."
 
     "Will you shut _up_ you idiot?  This is _Mother Business_
and you don't know _anything_ about it!"
 
     Bob cringed and mumbled some reply.  The office door opened
and the two emerged.  They hadn't been in the office long enough
for Joe to remove the statement from the envelope and replace it. 
"Okay," Angie said to Joe, "I'm satisfied."
 
     Diana looked like she could chew through a titanium drill
head.
 
     "I'll escort Officer Lopez to the front door," Wynter said. 
"Then I'll be in my room if anyone needs me."  Richard could read
the, _But please don't!_ in her eyes.
 
     Joe made his goodbyes.  As soon as Diane had acknowledged
him she rounded on Angie and started berating her again about
what "the family" meaning herself, of course needed to know.
Richard tuned it out and watched Joe speak with Wynter. 
Something Joe said got a huge laugh out of her.  The Battling
Babes from Breckenridge, as his college roommate had named them,
never noticed.  Neither, apparently, did Bob who was checking
Baby Christopher's diaper.  When Wynter offered her hand, Joe
snapped forward smartly at the waist, turned the back upward, and
kissed it, triggering a giggle attack.
 
     Before Joe stepped out the door he gave Richard a look of
sympathy and mimed sticking his fingers in his ears.  Wynter did
the same thing and then made good her escape.
 
     "For piss' sake, that's enough!" Angie snapped.  "I've got
work to do.  I'll be in my office.  _Alone!_  I need to finish
the report on my trip."
 
     Diana stepped on Bob's foot in her rush to follow her
sister.  She ignored his yelp of pain.  "Really, Angela, you
should get a real job and stop spending so much time away from
home."
 
     Angie stopped and whirled.  She looked ready to bite, the
way her upper lip had pulled away from her teeth.
 
     "I thought so.  Somebody has poo-poo in his diaper," Bob
announced.
 
     Diana didn't look at him.  "Then stop being so fucking
useless and _change it you idiot!_"
 
     Bob nodded, mumbled something, and cooed to the boy as he
took him toward the stairs.
 
     Angie's eyes showed her building headache.  "Look, Sis,
let's compare how many hours a year I'm away from here with my
job to the number of hours a year you spend waiting tables at the
truck stop.  Let's compare the number of hours per year that I'm
not here at night because I'm out of town on business to the
number you spend working swing shift or graveyard.  I can tell
you my time down to the quarter-hour. Want to?"
 
     Diana changed her tactic.  "At least I'm close to home so
that I can get there in a hurry when my kid is gang-raped by her
so-called friends."
 
     Angie's voice resembled Dragon's warning growl.  "One:  she
wasn't raped, she was only attacked, but she was saved by that
policeman's son before those two little shits could harm her. 
Two:  it wasn't her friends who attacked her, they were attacked
and injured, too.  Three:  what, for piss' sake, could I have
done if I were here that Richard didn't already do, and quite
capably, I might add, because I married a man _with some fucking
intelligence?_"
 
     "Well, if he's so all-fired _smart_, why'd he let her out of
the house with those little _delinquents_?"
 
     Angie threw up her hands, turned, and disappeared into her
office, slamming the door behind her.
 
     Diana rounded on Richard, who shook his head.  "I have to
run some numbers down to the Federal Center.  I'll be back this
afternoon.  I need to tell my wife goodbye first.  Alone."
 
     He opened the office door just enough to slide in.  Angie
was sitting with her elbows on the desk and her head in her
hands.
 
     Diana, finding nobody else in the living room to shout at,
began arguing with herself.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     Wynter sat with her elbows on her desk and her head in her
hands.  Aunt Diane had just berated another word she liked and
one that sure seemed appropriate here Uncle Bob for not knowing
how to put a diaper on a baby and had redone the job, never
stopping her lecture on how stupid he was for not knowing the
basic fundamentals of child raising.  She had shouted so loud
that it was like having Aunt Diane in the room with her.  If it
has been anybody else but Uncle Bozo, she'd have felt sorry for
him.  Things quieted down when Aunt Dumb announced she was going
shopping at the Aspenleaf Center and nothing had better happen to
Baby Christopher while she was gone _or else!_  Wynter heard her
yell something at Mother and then the front door slammed.
 
     She took a deep breath and let it out, then picked up the
medium brown colored pencil and began shading the mother deer's
neck.  The front door slammed again.  Wynter grinned.  Aunt Dumb
couldn't remember where the Aspenleaf Center was.  A minute later
the door slammed a third time.
 
     There was a soft knock at her door.  She groaned, glanced to
see what was uncovered on her desk, and said, "Come in."  She
wished she hadn't sounded so disappointed, but she knew it wasn't
Mother knocking.
 
     Sure enough, Uncle Bob stuck his head in the door.  "May we
come in?"
 
     He had asked politely.  She didn't have the heart to tell
him to stay out since he'd been polite to her.  That's not what
Jimmy would do, and she really and truly wanted to live up to
Jimmy's standard of politeness.  And her father's and Doctor
Taylor's of course.
 
     "Sure."  She'd tried to sound like she meant it, but she
thought it sounded awfully flat.
 
     Uncle Bob looked over her shoulder at the drawing.  "Holy
shit!  That's really nice.  I didn't know you could draw like
that."
 
     Wynter remembered Daddy telling both of them on the phone
about her skills after she gave him the flowers picture while he
was still in his casts.  Mother had told them, too.  She decided
her next thought wasn't very nice and pushed it out of her mind. 
"I'm trying to do extra good on this one because it's a present."
 
     "Really?  For who?"
 
     She knew it had been a mistake as soon as she'd said it was
a present.  "Jimmy McCauley."
 
     "He's the boy who was hurt?"
 
     Well, at least Uncle Bob understood what had really
happened.  "Uh huh."  She forced herself to concentrate on the
picture and pressed her lips together very tightly.  She'd almost
pulled the pencil at the wrong angle.
 
     "That's really good detail, Wynter," he said, bending down
to look over her shoulder.  He mumbled something about the detail
as his head started moving around the way Kenny's did when Kenny
was trying to look down her blouse.
 
     Wynter always wore a bra when Uncle Bob came to visit, but
he seemed to be a bra man as well as a tit man.  _Or maybe, like
Kenny, he just has hormones, too._
 
     "Did you see this somewhere?  It looks so real."
 
     "Uh huh.  There's a big flat rock by a pool in Porcupine
Creek where we watch the fish and birds and things.  They came to
drink Sunday while we were there."  She wished Uncle Bob would
stop trying to look down her blouse.  She didn't know what to
say, but he seemed to give up.  He straightened and sat on the
bed.  Dragon must have sensed her discomfort because he moved to
lie down between them at Uncle Bob's feet.
 
     "You've been going to the woods together, eh?" he said in a
yucky voice.  "So is this Jimmy your boyfriend."
 
     "No.  We're just good friends.  We like a lot of the same
stuff, but he doesn't want to be a doctor though.  He wants to be
some kind of scientist.  Daddy's trying to talk him into being a
geologist 'cause Daddy says he's got talent for it."
 
     "If he's any good, he should get into sales.  That's where
the money is."
 
     Wynter bit her tongue to keep from being impolite and
saying, "Then you must not be very good at it."
 
     "So he busted his nuts, huh?  So are you being his nurse
like you were for Richard?"
 
     She concentrated extra hard on the shading.  It wasn't
embarrassment that was making her face red this time.  "No.  I'm
a Future MD now."
 
     "Oh.  Right.  Well...."  His dismissive tone made her feel
really _pissed off_.  "So you're playing doctor with him?"
 
     "No!"  She was sorry she sounded so sharp.  Jimmy would have
been more polite.  She told herself to remember to be polite to
the... _Well, that wasn't a very polite thought, was it?_
 
     "Well, you were alone with your dad those several days, and
he was demobilized.  You obviously learned what to do with his
'package'."
 
     Wynter felt her breath catch and her eyes get really big. 
_He knows?  No.  He's just drawing the obvious conclusion and
being yucky with the words._  She resumed shading, blending the
dark brown pencil into some shadowed areas.  "Uh huh."
 
     There was a long silence.  Maybe she should have said
something different.
 
     "You're really growing up.  And out."  He was quiet for a
moment.  "I'll bet Jimmy'd really like for you to take care of
them for him."
 
     "Jimmy's really polite.  He'd never want something like
that."
 
     "Honey, all boys want 'something like that,' especially when
his girl's starting to grow a nice little set of knockers like
yours."
 
     She tried to change the subject away from her breasts. 
"Uncle Bob, I'm not his girl.  We're just good friends, that's
all.  We hang out together and go places and see things together,
but I do that with Kenny Taylor and Suzie Middleton, too.  I'm
not any of them's girl."
 
     "Of course."  Uncle Bob didn't sound convinced.  His hand
reached out and squeezed her upper arm.  As the fingers relaxed
his hand slid forward slightly and his fingertips pressed against
the side of her left breast.
 
     "Uncle Bob!  You're gonna make me mess up the picture!"
 
     The hand disappeared when Dragon suddenly growled and she
heard him rise between them.  "Um, I think Baby Christopher and I
will, uh, do... uh, something I forgot about in our room."
 
     After he closed the door Wynter turned to Dragon.  "Thanks,"
she said.  Dragon responded with a tail swish and a wet tongue on
her cheek.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     Wynter had volunteered to fix lunch so that Mother could
have some time to herself.  Aunt Diane wasn't back to help cook,
fortunately.  Wynter wondered if she was still shopping at the
Aspenleaf Center or if she was lost.  It was too much to hope
that she was lost and couldn't find her way back.  Besides, if
she didn't come back, Wynter might be stuck forever with Uncle
Bozo.
 
     Who chose that moment to come into the kitchen without Baby
Christopher.  She heard the music from the baby's wind-up swing
in the living room.  Wynter was surprised that the fat little boy
wasn't too heavy for the swing to work properly.  Uncle Bob sat
on a kitchen chair facing her, and said in a very serious tone,
"Wynter, I went back into your room to see that picture you were
drawing again because it was as pretty as you are.  When I picked
it up for a closer look I saw the one under it."
 
     _What was under it?_  She gasped.
 
     "You did see his balls, didn't you?  And then drew them. 
Come here."
 
     At the stern tone in his voice she turned from the stove to
face him.  He put his hand on her back, right at the top of her
shorts.
 
     "No, I didn't," she said.  "I just guessed at what they
looked like.  I've never seen his or any other boy's except Baby
Christopher's.  And Daddy's when I was his nurse.  I was worried
about Jimmy 'cause he's my friend.  It's a way to release pent-up
anxieties.  And it's just a medical drawing, anyway."
 
     "Don't...."  He glanced down at Dragon, who had his eyes
open and was watching him.  His stern voice softened and his hand
started sliding.  "Don't tell fibs, Wynter."
 
     "It's the truth.  Just ask Jimmy."
 
     "Oh, I have no doubt he'd cover for you since he's guilty
too."
 
     "No, he _isn't!_"
 
     Uncle Bob glanced at Dragon again as her protector rose to
his feet and shook everything back into place.
 
     "Maybe I should tell your Mother that you're drawing
pictures of your boyfriend's balls.  What do you think?"
 
     She couldn't stop herself.  "I think it would be a mistake
to tell Mother that you've been prying in my room uninvited, and
I think I should tell Aunt Diane about how you're playing with my
butt."
 
     The hand jerked away.  Dragon stopped beside her, hackles
raised, and stared, without blinking, at Uncle Bob.  Wynter felt
rather pleased with herself for finally realizing what to do
about her yucky uncle.
 
     "Well," he said, glancing nervously at Dragon, "I guess
we've talked about it long enough.  But you watch your step,
young lady, or you'll end up pregnant and unable to go to nursing
school."
 
     Wynter just shook her head.  "The soup's gonna burn."  She
turned back to the stove.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     Wynter hoped she hadn't groaned out loud when the front door
opened.  Aunt Dumb shrieked and then began yelling at Uncle Bob
about leaving Baby Christopher in his swing alone.  That woke up
Baby Christopher and he began crying.  Aunt Dumb took that as
proof that Baby Christopher had been unhappy about being
abandoned as well as being placed in mortal danger.
 
     "What mortal danger?" Mother asked as Aunt Dumb stormed into
the kitchen with Baby Christopher in her arms.
 
     Aunt Diane's face got even redder as she looked at the three
of them seated at the kitchen table.  "What is _this?_  You can't
wait for me to return before having lunch?  Don't you people ever
think about anyone else but yourselves?  Starting lunch without
me and putting Baby Christopher in such peril!  I haven't seen
such thoughtlessness since Irwin Johnst...."  She stopped in
mid-word and glanced at Uncle Bob and then Wynter before
swallowing and turning her glare back to Mother.  "Honestly!"
 
     Mother's voice reminded Wynter of Dragon's growl.  "We
waited until after one o'clock.  Then we started because we
didn't know _when_ you planned to return. And what 'peril' are
you talking about?"
 
     "_Aaangela!_  Honestly!  Did you think I should come back
before I was finished shopping, just to make _you_ happy?  Don't
you every think about me first just once?"  She thrust the
bawling Baby Christopher at Uncle Bob, who looked at him and then
frowned up at her.  "Well, take him, you idiot!  Looks like
you've already enjoyed your lunch without me.  Don't you think I
deserve something to eat, too?"
 
     "Yes, dear," he mumbled as he drew the boy toward him.
 
     "And you ever abandon him like that again, I'll report you
to child services, you hear me?"  She stormed over to the cabinet
and picked up her bowl.
 
     Wynter knew how Mother felt about having to defend someone
as yucky as Uncle Bob.  Nevertheless, as Aunt Diane lifted the
lid of the soup pot, Mother took a deep breath and put down her
spoon.  She turned around in her chair and said, "Nobody
'abandoned' him.  He was asleep in the living room.  Or was until
you woke him up."
 
     "She's right, dear," Uncle Bob said.
 
     "Shut _up_ you _idiot!_" Aunt Diane shouted at Uncle Bob,
and glared at him until he started bouncing the baby in his arms
and cooing to him.  Still holding the lid, she shook her index
finger at Mother.  "And just in time, too!  In a few more seconds
he could have been _dead!_"
 
     "For piss' sake, Sis, what the _hell_ are you talking
about?"  Wynter hoped Mother hadn't hurt her fist after hitting
the table so hard.
 
     Aunt Diane's finger moved to indicate Dragon, who had been
lying in the dining room doorway next to Wynter's spot on the
bench.  He had sat up when Aunt Dumb began shouting.  Now he was
rising to his feet.  "_THAT!_ It's a miracle the beast hadn't
already mauled and eaten poor Baby Christopher!"
 
     Dragon didn't help Aunt Diane's attitude as he issued his
first warning growl.
 
     Diane screamed and jumped backward.  Fortunately the heavy
soup bowl didn't break when it hit the floor.  "_See what I
mean?_"
 
     "Sis, both Dragon and Christopher were asleep until you
barged in and began screaming like a banshee.  Besides, Dragon
won't leave Wynter's side when it's just us here.  He certainly
won't leave her when there are strangers in the house."
 
     "_Aaangela!_  We're not 'strangers,' we're _family!_"
 
     Wynter couldn't help giggling when Mother fired back with,
"Bullshit!  You two are the strangest goddamned people I've ever
seen!"
 
     Aunt Diane turned her hot glare on Wynter.  "Why am I
serving myself?  It's your responsibility to serve guests in your
house, young lady, instead of sitting there on your lazy behind!"
 
     This time Dragon showed teeth when he growled.  Aunt Dumb
shrieked again and backed up, bouncing off the cabinet in front
of the sink.
 
     "'Guests,' Sis?  You've been saying all day you were family. 
You'd better sit down now, because we've never learned whether
Dragon will give a third warning or just rip your face off."  She
turned to Wynter, and her snarl, which was the equal of Dragon's,
eased into a smile.  In a voice that said she loved her with all
her heart Mother asked, "Wynter, dear, would you serve your Aunt
Guest her lunch please?  And also see if Uncle Family wants more,
too, please?  No more for me, thanks.  I've lost my appetite."
 
     Wynter managed to keep from giggling, but it sure wasn't
easy.  Everyone else was already finished.  They had been sitting
at the table waiting for Uncle Bozo to get to the end of whatever
story he was telling about the problems some wheat farmer outside
Grand Island was having with the warranty on his combine.  Wynter
didn't understand half of it, and Mother's eyes had started
glazing over, too.  Mother had picked up her spoon and started
scraping at drops of soup to distract herself.
 
     The phone rang as Aunt Dumb was pulling her chair away from
the table.  She grabbed the handset off the wall and snarled,
"_What?_"
 
     Wynter cringed.  Mother and Daddy were always insistent on
proper telephone manners.
 
     "Young man, don't you have any better manners than to call
people at mealtime?  Who did you say this was?"
 
     Mother's face got even redder.  "Diana!"
 
     Aunt Dumb waved her off.  "What?  Why, how _dare_ you call
her you little son of a...."  She glanced suddenly at the baby
and cut off her words.  "I'm reporting you to the police!"
 
     As everyone watched she hung up for a moment and then
punched the keypad three times.  _Nine-one-one,_ Wynter realized.
 
     "Hello?  Yes, one of the delinquents who attacked my niece
just called to harass her."
 
     Wynter froze, the ladle of soup halfway between the pot and
the bowl, dripping its contents on the stove.  Mother's face
turned white as she looked at Wynter and Uncle Bob.  Uncle Bozo
put his hands over the baby's ears.  "What?  Who?  Wynter King,
of course.  How many girls did those thugs rape, anyway?  I tell
you, I don't know what's the matter with you people, letting them
make harassing phone calls from jail to their vict....  What?" 
She covered the mouthpiece with a hand and said, "Idiots," as she
shook her head.  Then she uncovered the mouthpiece.  "That
Carlton kid.  What?  Who are you talking about?  No, not Sarrel. 
No, not Wilson either.  It was Carlton, or something like that. 
Don't you idiots know who you have in your own jail?"
 
     The lights came on.  "Oh, _no!_"  Wynter dropped the ladle
in the pot and put the bowl beside it.  She rushed down the steps
to the family room and into the garage to get her bicycle.  She
had to get to Jimmy and explain.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     Angie practically had to wrestle the phone away from Diana. 
She was aided by eighty pounds of growl-and-snarl.  When Wynter
wasn't around, Dragon became her protector.  She needed a couple
of minutes to get the man at the emergency office to understand. 
The man insisted on sending someone out to the house.  Angie
suggested that he talk to Joe Lopez first, and if he still wanted
to send someone, he should send Joe.
 
     There was a moment's silence.  "That's the sister Joe was
talking about?"  It didn't exactly sound like a question.
 
     Angie breathed a sigh of relief.  "Yes."
 
     "Oh.  Have a nice day, ma'am.  Or the best you can have
under the circumstances."
 
     Angie put the handset in its cradle, glared at her sister,
and pointed to the front door.  She spoke slowly and deliberately
through gritted teeth.  "Get. The. Fuck. Out."
 
     "Angela! How dare you use that kind of language in front
of...."
 
     "_NOW!_"  She inhaled and spoke softly, in a voice that sent
shivers down her own spine.  "I don't care what hotel you stay in
as long as it's in any other town but this one.  I want you out
of here before Wynter returns.  That probably gives you an hour,
but don't press your luck.
 
     "And you," she said, turning to Bob, "don't steal the soap,
shampoo, or towels this time.  If you want to steal them from the
hotel, that's not my business.  But this is my home and this _is_
my business."  She stormed off toward her office, Dragon
following.
 
     She heard Bob start to say something, only to be cut off
with, "Shut _up_ you fucking _idiot!_"
 
     She closed the door, dropped into her chair, and put her
head in her hands.  "Dragon, I don't suppose you can get me
something for my headache so I don't have to go out there again?"
 
     She heard a whimper at her side.  Dragon's chin pressed down
on her leg.  "If you're begging to stay in here rather than go
out there where those two are, I can't blame you.  Sorry I don't
have any treats for you.  I guess we'll just suffer together."
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     Wynter told herself to calm down and speak slowly when Mrs.
McCauley answered the doorbell.   Mrs. McCauley's job, like Mrs.
Middleton's, was homemaker.  Wynter was glad that her mother's
telecommuting let her stay at home most of the time, the way Mrs.
McCauley and Mrs. Middleton did.
 
     "Mrs. McCauley, may I speak to Jimmy, please?  I need to
apologize to him for something my aunt did."
 
     "Yes," she said with a nice smile.  "We were expecting you. 
Would you like me to bring you something to drink?  Lemonade or
juice?"
 
     "No, ma'am.  I just finished lunch."
 
     Mrs. McCauley gave her shoulders a warm hug.  "So I heard. 
Go on up."
 
     "Thank you."  She forced herself not to hurry up the stairs. 
Mrs. McCauley didn't seem mad at her.  Maybe Jimmy wouldn't be
too mad.
 
     She grabbed the newel post with her left hand and spun
herself around it.  She knocked on the frame of the open door,
being careful not to look inside until she was invited in.
 
     "C'mon in," he said.  Then, "Hi," as she stepped inside.  He
didn't look mad to her.  She thought he actually looked happy.
 
     "Hi.  Um, how are you today?"
 
     "Not as uncomfortable as yesterday.  I'm okay if I watch out
when I move."  He gave her that soft smile.  "But I feel a lot
better now that my doctor's here."
 
     She felt her own smile appear, then fade as she said, "I
came to apologize...."
 
     He waved it off as she brought his desk chair to the side of
his bed.  "You're not the one who needs to apologize.  Besides,
it doesn't really surprise me after what you told me about them."
 
     The fist that had been clenching her heart relaxed.  "You're
not mad at me?"
 
     "Heck no.  Are you made at me because or what Suzie did?"
 
     "Of course not."
 
     He smiled and shrugged.  "There you go.  But I am a little
bit uncomfortable.  My ear hurts from being screamed into.  Since
you're my doctor, I thought you might have a prescription that
would make me feel better."
 
     Did she ever!  She kissed his ear first.  He told her that
it was the other one, so she kissed it, too.  Then she pressed
her warm coral lips to his and heard him sigh through his nose. 
That made her feel warm and tingly all throughout her body.  She
sighed, too, before she pulled back and watched his green eyes
open and sparkle at her.
 
     "That's much better," he said.  "I might survive another
minute or two."
 
     "Well, if you need a refill after that, you can have one."
 
     He grinned and nodded in his special way, the one that made
her heart feel too big for her chest.  "So, how's life in the
zoo?"
 
     She sighed and sat down in the chair.  He put his arm on the
side of the bed and held his hand out to her.  She took it in her
hand and wondered where to begin.  She decided to start at the
beginning and go through the whole thing.  Except for the part
about Uncle Bozo trying to look at her tits and play with her
butt, of course.
 
     Mrs. McCauley interrupted at one point to see if they needed
anything and to remind Jimmy it was time for his medicine.  She
gave Wynter an odd smile before she left.  It was a nice smile,
one that made her whole body feel warm all over, but odd.
 
     When she left, Wynter turned from looking at the door and
saw her hand holding Jimmy's.  She'd never turned loose when Mrs.
McCauley came in.  She looked up in time to see Jimmy's eyes
moving from their hands to her face.  Both grinned, and she rose
to kiss him again.
 
     After all, Mrs. McCauley had said it was time for his
medicine.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     _Fuck!_
 
     Suzie rose on her heels and shoulders, tugging her shorts
and panties up.  It was bad enough that her restriction had been
extended to noon because she forgot to wash the stupid dishes
after breakfast.  Again.  And then she had to wash the stupid
lunch dishes, too, even though it was Caroline's turn to do them. 
It wasn't fair, because it had taken too long and now Jimmy was
with... _Her_.   She threw the "Jimmy" doll off the far side of
the bed and said, "Come in."  Sure enough, it was the stupid slut
who stuck her head through the open door.  Her day just kept
getting worse.  It wasn't fair!
 
     "Hey, Twerp, can we talk a minute?"
 
     _Well, she did back up Kenny's story and keep me from
getting grounded longer._  "I guess."  She sat up and scooted
back against the pillows.  That sure felt better when it was just
her bare butt on the sheets.
 
     The stupid cow closed the door and sat on the corner at the
foot of the bed.  "I wanted to talk to you about Jimmy."
 
     _Well, remind me to look surprised next Tuesday.  Wait a
minute!  Does she know?_  "Who told you?"
 
     The stupid cow blinked at her like well, just like a stupid
cow.  "You must mean something besides what Kenny told me
yesterday."
 
     She threw up her arms in exacerbation or whatever that
stupid word was and led them fall back to the bed.  "I called him
a few minutes ago to see if he wanted to see me and his stupid
mother said Little Miss Future MD was with him.  I said I'd call
back later.  I _just_ got him liking me again, and now...
_She_... is turning his head again!  It's not _fair!_"
 
     "I see."  She shook her stupid head.  It looked like she was
trying to shake flies off her ears.  "Did it occur to you that
you might be going about this the wrong way?"
 
     Suzie's eyes narrowed.  Was the stupid slut was trying to
play a trick on her?  Both Kenny and Caroline taking her side in
the same week was just too much of a coincidence to be real. 
"Like how?"
 
     "You're trying to force him to take you over Wynter.  Men
have to believe everything is their idea, Twerp.  Everybody knows
that.  They resist unless they think of it themselves.  You have
to let him decide it's his idea."
 
     She slapped her bed with one hand.  "How am I gonna get him
to think it's his idea if _Wynter_ keeps taking all his
attention?"
 
     Caroline shrugged.  "Jealousy?  It always works for me."
 
     "Huh?"
 
     The cow shrugged one shoulder and half-closed her eyes in a
slow blink.  "Kenny thinks Wynter's a virgin.  That true?"
 
     Suzie humpfed.  "I don't think she even knows how to kiss,
except for that stupid nose-and-lips thing she does with her
father."
 
     "And you think Jimmy's hormones are kicking in?"
 
     "I guess.  You sure can't tell it, though."
 
     "So, if he sees you kissing and hugging someone else, he'll
think it's a fun thing to do, and since Wynter doesn't do that,
who do you think he'll go to?"
 
     Her eyes narrowed in accusation.  "Kenny went to you," she
snapped.
 
     "I was available.  If you had been, Kenny would have gone to
you instead.  But if you're available for Jimmy when he needs
someone...."
 
     Suzie felt her eyes get really big with insight.  "He'll
come to me?"
 
     Caroline's answer was a big smile.
 
     There was just one problem that Suzie could see.  "But who
am I going to get to make him jealous?"
 
     She thought Caroline looked positively exacerbated.  "Jesus,
Twerp, am I the only one in this whole fuckin' family with any
brains?  Kenny, of course!"
 
     You could have knocked her off the bed with a feather. 
"That dolt?"
 
     "I guess I am," Caroline muttered to herself, shaking her
stupid head.  "Listen, you go cuddle up with somebody Jimmy's
never heard of, how's he going to get jealous?  You cuddle up
with somebody Jimmy hangs out with, especially while all of you
are together, don't you think he has a better chance of getting
jealous then?  Especially if he sees Kenny having a good time
with you while he's stuck with his hormones and a virgin?"
 
     She had to admit that it made sense.  And it certainly
sounded likely to work better than any of her own plans had so
far.  "It's just that...."  She shuddered.  "Kenny."
 
     "Hey, don't put him down until you try him.  I was serious. 
That boy eats some serious pussy.  You can make Jimmy jealous and
have a hell of a good time while you're doing it.  He's not bad
looking.  He's not a bad kisser, either.  Says he practices a lot
when he's alone."  She tilted her head to the side and stared at
the ceiling.  "Or did he mean sex?"
 
     Suzie rolled her eyes.
 
     The stupid cow frowned at her.  "You seriously a virgin,
Twerp?  Planning on saving it for marriage?"
 
     She looked at her feet, brushed one set of toes with the
other, and shrugged.  "Not necessarily."
 
     "Well, Kenny can help you learn what you want while you're
waiting for Jimmy or whoever.  The kid's a natural stud.  He can
help you learn what you like and don't like, and how to do what a
man likes."
 
     "Yeah, but...."  She sighed.  "But....  _Kenny?_"
 
     "And he can show you how to handle a pair of sore nuts while
he's at it.  He'll show you how to make Jimmy the most grateful
person on earth."
 
     She wanted to believe that, even if it was with Kenny. 
However, "Is this a trick?"
 
     The slut made big cow-eyes.  "Nah."
 
     "Why?"
 
     Caroline looked a little uncomfortable.  "Well, you're my
little sister.  It's time I started acting like a big sister now
that you're ready for the fun things.  And I owe Kenny a favor,
too.  I think you'd be good for him.  Of course, so would a
stump-broke cow, but he'd like you a lot better."
 
     Suzie had to have her explain that expression.  At first she
thought she'd been insulted, but after she heard the definition
she guessed she might have been a little hasty.
 
     "And he's a good lay.  He'd be even better with you because
you're his size.  His dick's way too small for me, though he has
an instinct for using it.  You could both have a lot of fun while
you were waiting for Jimmy to come around."
 
     She thought about that and nodded her agreement.  "Okay. 
Thanks."  Her voice was flat.
 
     Caroline stood up.  "Let me know if you want any help with
techniques or anything.  Whenever you're ready. Just ask."
 
     Suzie decided maybe she'd misjudged her sister.  Maybe. 
"Okay."
 
     Caroline smiled.  "You're welcome."  She sniffed deeply. "I
know that smell.  You, uh, wanna borrow one of my vibrators? 
That will get you off better while you're waiting to go out."
 
     Suzie thought her face would catch fire from the sudden
heat.
 
     Caroline didn't seem to notice.  "I got one that would be
just right for you, whether you use it on your clit or fuck
yourself with it.  I've had it since I was your size.  It's
strong but quiet, too.  Mother won't hear it if you have any
music playing.  I'll bet you fall in love with it."
 
     Suzie waited while Caroline brought it, then thanked her. 
After Caroline closed the door she put on a CD and yanked her
shorts and panties to her knees.  She threw herself flat on the
bed, shoved her knees outward against the cloth, and put the tip
of the short, thin vibrator in her slit.  She rubbed it around to
get it wet and slid it onto the tip of her hard, aching clitty. 
She flipped the switch and gasped as she felt the most exciting
thing she'd ever experienced.
 
     She came in less than a minute.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     Caroline threw herself on her bed and buried her laugh in
the pillow.  After she regained her composure she reached for the
phone.  She had to tell Annie MacReady what Suzie had fallen for
this time.
 
 
 
                             Fourteen
 
     Wynter opened one eye.  She was facing her window.  It was
daylight, but cloudy outside.  Rain was definitely on the day's
schedule.  By lifting her head an inch she could see the clock. 
Almost time to get up.  She ran her morning diagnosis, decided
the only problem was a distended bladder that wasn't serious, and
decided to close her eye for a few extra moments of peace and
quiet.  She took a deep breath and then remembered.  _Aunt Diane
and Uncle Bob are gone!_  A little rain sure couldn't stop this
from being a nice day!
 
     The faint sound of dog tags in the hallway told her that
Dragon had been out through his doggie door to take care of his
own distended bladder problem.  She heard him enter the room,
collapse in front of her doorway, and heave a heavy sigh.
 
     It was a Friday, but she'd told Mother last night that she
was willing to give up her Friday night with Daddy because Mother
had earned it putting up with The Weird Couple, as Daddy had
named them.  She also thought Mother had earned a special treat
by sending them out of the house early.  That wasn't very polite,
but then neither were Aunt Dumb and Uncle Bozo.
 
     She scratched at an itch on her neck and sighed almost as
deeply as Dragon had.  She wished Jimmy could feel like going to
the big rock at Porcupine Creek that day, but if it was going to
rain, they wouldn't be able to go anyhow.  Still, she wished that
Jimmy could stop hurting and be well.  But it sure would be nice
if she could lie next to him on the rock and look at the fish and
squirrels and birds.  She'd have to settle for giving him his
picture of the deer and her baby today.  She had finished it
before she went to bed.
 
     They had decided to read more of his new book yesterday. 
She had felt extra-nice lying next to him with her on top of his
sheet, of course with each holding one side of the book and
holding the other's free hand.  That made her heart feel too big
for her chest and gave her that special warm, tingly feeling
through her whole body, the way she felt whenever she realized
how much her parents and Dragon loved her.  She thought it
strange to feel that way with Jimmy, but maybe that's how good
friends felt with each other.
 
     The feeling almost made her forget where she was when she
kissed Jimmy.  Twice she caught herself about to open her mouth
as her tongue moved forward.  She was afraid of what might happen
if she accidentally gave him a lover's kiss.  Then Jimmy might
really and truly be angry with her, and she sure didn't want
that!  But she also couldn't stop thinking about what it might be
like to give him a lover's kiss, even though they were just good
friends.
 
     Her legs tightened and drew up, her eyes squeezed shut, and
her whole body shook several times.  As she lay giggling between
gasps for air she realized she hadn't been aware of how busy her
finger had been in her split.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     A sharp pain awakened Jimmy.  It took a moment to realize
that the pain was in a dream.  All he had was a dull ache that
wouldn't go away, but the pills made it much duller if he didn't
move wrong and pinch his nuts between his legs.  His dad had
bought him a jockstrap to sleep in, and that helped at night, but
it seemed to be more uncomfortable during the day.  Or it had
yesterday.  The ache seemed to be better this morning.  Maybe he
could leave it on.
 
     He stretched and looked at the clock.  Mom wouldn't bother
him for another half-hour at least.  No sense going to pee now,
or she'd hear the flush and be in to see him.  He wanted to go
back to sleep and maybe dream about Wynter.  He'd been dreaming
about climbing trees with her, and he had slipped on a limb and
fallen on it, crushing his nuts.  Okay, he could do without any
tree limbs in his dream, for either one of them.  His left hand
closed around the arrowhead in his pajama top.
 
     He rolled over to his other side, keeping his grip on the
arrowhead.  _Looks like rain_.  That wouldn't stop Wynter from
coming to see him, but he didn't want her to get wet because of
some rain.  What if it made her catch a cold, or something?  He
was happy that Will and Dick would be going away where they
couldn't hurt Wynter or Kenny or anyone else, and he really meant
it when he said he'd go through this pain again if it would put
them away, but he regretted the fact that school was starting in
eleven more days and he wouldn't be able to spend some of them
adventuring with Wynter.  He sure didn't want her to catch a cold
and take away even more days.
 
     He missed lying next to her on the big flat rock as they
looked at the fish and birds and especially the deer.  He was
dumbfounded at how good it felt to hold hands with her at the
movies, and again as they walked on the trail along the creek. 
But when she scooted next to him while they were lying on that
rock he searched his mind for an adequate comparison.  _Well, it
was just orders of magnitude better_, he decided.
 
     He closed his eyes.  Something was uncomfortable.  He
adjusted the jockstrap with his free hand and thought of Wynter
lying next to him as they read the gemstone book together. 
Having her next to him on the bed was almost as good as on the
rock.  That seemed strange to him:  _almost as good_.  He guessed
the difference was the separation caused by the sheet, even
though it wasn't any more separation than their clothing had
been.  Still, he wished he could lie next to her without the
sheet between them.  Not both under the sheet, of course.  Wynter
wasn't cheap, like Caroline.  Like... like Suzie.  No, Wynter was
a lady and deserved to be treated with courtesy and respect.
 
     But, man, was kissing her ever fun or what?  He thought he'd
never kiss a girl until after he was out of college, and never,
ever expected to kiss one as pretty as Wynter.  And it was all
the more special because she wasn't just a pretty girl, she was
someone he... well, he really and truly _cared_ about.  But it
wasn't the kissing itself that was the most fun.  No, it was the
fact that she had liked it.  The fact that it had made her happy.
 
     The fact that _he_ had made her happy.
 
     He didn't know if his own eyes looked as enraptured as hers
had after that first time they had kissed on the lips, but he
sure did feel that way.  He got a thrill like a splash of
ice-cold water all over whenever he thought of how her eyes had
sparkled afterward.  He wished he'd known about her not liking
pineapple before he asked for the pineapple-orange juice.  He
wouldn't have asked for it.  Not because he expected that he
would get to kiss with her, never in a million eons.  But because
it was something she didn't like, and he didn't want to do
anything she didn't like.
 
     Which was why, when he suddenly realized that the back of
his left hand was pressing against the side of her right breast
yesterday, he slowly moved their joined hands away.  He had
noticed before she had, and that gave him the opportunity to move
away before she noticed and was embarrassed.  He wanted to
apologize so badly that it hurt worse than landing on the bicycle
bar, but he knew that if he'd said anything he'd have embarrassed
her.  He sure didn't want to do that.
 
     Which was why he had to keep fighting the urge to try French
kissing her.  Some of the guys thought it sounded disgusting, but
if it was, then why did people keep doing it?  They wouldn't, of
course!  And Kenny had told him that French kissing with Caroline
was almost as good as a blowjob.  Well, Kenny would say that,
whether it was true or not, just to see what he would get in
response.  But it seemed to be extra-special, so he wanted to do
it first with someone who was extra-special.  Like his first
plain kiss was with somebody _very_ extra-special.
 
     He began to drift off, thinking of how beautiful those
blue-green eyes looked every time she turned her head on the
pillow to face him and how they sparkled just before she puckered
for another kiss.  He loved how nice her breath smelled for the
moment before their lips closed the distance.  He wondered how
her tongue would feel against his.  Would it feel as soft and as
warm as her breast?
 
     His eyelids squeezed together, his toes curled, his legs
drew up, and his body began convulsing.  He'd been completely
unaware of what his right hand was doing and, though it had felt
great, was sorry that he'd done it while thinking about somebody
as special as Wynter.
 
     And he was amazed that his nuts, while still throbbing,
actually felt better afterward.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     _FUCK!_
 
     Suzie sat up in bed and stared down its length to the
window.  She just _knew_ it was going to rain because of the way
the sky looked.  It wasn't fair.  Rainy days always made her
stupid hair unmanageable.  It would look as bad as a buffalo's
butt, and she was supposed to meet that stupid Kenny at Jimmy's
this afternoon to make Jimmy jealous.  How was the dolt going to
get jealous if she didn't look her best?  It wasn't fair!
 
     Her clock said it wasn't time to get up yet.  She slid her
bare butt along the sheets _That feels pretty good!_ to the edge
of the bed, bounced off, and pulled on her panties.  She'd just
as soon leave the stupid things in her bed, but if she did, her
stupid mother would see her not wearing them under her short
nightie and give her another stupid lecture.  Or, with her luck
these days, would ground her for a few more hours.  She stormed
quietly into the bathroom, peed, wiped, and washed her
hands which seemed like a stupid thing to do considering what she
had planned for when she got back to her room.
 
     She scowled and stomped her way lightly back to her room,
hearing her parents talking in the kitchen and....
 
     ...and a very faint buzzing coming from Caroline's room. 
_My vibrator!_  She had forgotten about it.  That felt even
better than the fingers she had planned to use.  She closed her
door and retrieved it from its hiding place in her closet.  She
put it next to the pillow before pulling her panties down to her
ankles and hopping onto the bed.  She slid to the center with her
legs straight out, crossed her legs at the ankles, and then
placed her hands on the mattress to either side of her body.  She
lifted herself until her weight was no longer on her body, closed
her eyes, and the humped her cunny up and down the sheet a few
times.  It felt so wonderful that she repeated it, longer this
time.  _Damn, that's good!_
 
     Finally, with a little sigh of satisfaction, she turned to
face the foot of the bed and the stupid rainy day forming outside
her window and pulled her panties up to her knees before lying
down.  She grabbed the vibrator in her left hand while two
fingers of her right stroked her clitty.  Humping the sheet had
made it hard as a little pink pearl.  She pushed her knees
outward against the tension of her panties and tightened some
muscles in her cunny.  Her lightly-fuzzed outer lips parted
slightly, enough for her to feel a coolness as the morning air
found some of her moisture.  She used the two fingers to spread
them wider and felt a thrill as they parted with a soft, wet
sound and the cool air reached all of her down there.
 
     One indication of how much she was aroused was how swollen
her outer lips were.  They felt like two little sausage links
with a puddle of grease between them.  She might have been able
to cum if she'd just humped the sheet a minute longer.  It had
been some time since she'd last done that.  If she didn't have
her vibrator, she might just do it again this morning.  She
looked at the plastic cylinder for a moment, wondering if Jimmy's
thingy was that big.  She hadn't touched his stupid thingy, so
she had no idea how big it was with or without a stiffy.  Her
fingertips had spiked his stupid nuts right at the bottom.  _What
if his thingy is no bigger than Kenny's?_
 
     _But Caroline said that Kenny's would fit me better.  Does
that mean Jimmy's would fit me better?  Better than what a stupid
cow?  Or does that mean Kenny's and Jimmy's if it's the same
size would be a good fit?_  She didn't know.  Sometimes there
were big disadvantages to not being a slut like Caroline.  But
Caroline had said that she could ask her any questions.  Maybe
after she finished with her vibrator she'd go as the stup....
 
      Maybe after she finished she'd go ask _her big sister_.
 
     Her first and ring fingers held her cunny open as the middle
finger flicked the short reddish-blonde hair out of the way.  
She dipped the finger inside to pull out more cunny cream and
smear it around her slit and over her clitty.  That last felt so
good that she almost came before she remembered the vibrator.
 
     It was a tapered at the end and flared out a little wider
near the front than along most of its five inches.  She liked the
feeling of that flare as it slid into her.  Men's thingies had a
sort of flare.  If they were as hard as the plastic of the
vibrator, then they'd probably feel that good, too.  Wouldn't
they?  Maybe that was why the vibrator had the flare:  to make it
feel like a thingy.  She felt her clitty with her fingertips.  It
was hard, but not as hard as the vibrator.  So which was how a
thingy felt?
 
     She had to force herself to stop touching her clitty or she
was going to come before she was ready.
 
     She moved the end of the vibrator around, like she was
stirring a cup of hot chocolate, to get it nice and wet.  _Hey,
that feels pretty good!  I wonder if Jimmy can do that?_  She
slowly twisted the end of the vibrator, turning it from off to
fully on, gasped for air, and then moved it around again.  _If he
can't, he's damned sure going to learn!_  Maybe she'd have Jimmy
do her with a vibrator before he put his thingy in her.  He'd do
it because she asked; because he loved her, if he knew what was
good for him.
 
     She discovered that if she pushed the end down toward her
butt, so that the vibrator pressed against the inside of her
front, it felt_ really_ good.  She had to stop, though, before
she came because that wasn't how she wanted to do it.  She
twisted the base and shut the vibrator off, though she left it
inside her.  She liked the full feeling in her cunny, but it
wasn't enough to make her more excited.  Still, she needed to
calm down or she would cum immediately when she started again. 
She needed to think of something else, something that wouldn't
excite her.
 
     _Kenny_.
 
     She wished Jimmy's best friend was better looking.  Why did
_Kenny_ have to become best friends with Jimmy after that dolt
Chipper went and got himself killed and deserted her?  Okay,
Kenny wasn't all that bad looking when he tried to look nice. 
She'd seen him dressed up, but that never lasted.  Usually he was
a mess.  Okay, his clothes were usually clean cleaner than most
boys' in fact.  And, okay, they were nice name-brand things, even
though Kenny just threw them on and left them however they landed
on his stupid skinny body.  He'd look ever so much better in
gold-metal frame glasses instead of those stupid thick, black
plastic frames.  Of course, the way he treated them, the gold-metal 
frames would be destroyed in an hour or two.  And however
he shoved them on his stupid face was how they sat, even if one
earpiece was up above his stupid ear.  And his stupid hair was
always trimmed nicely, even if it looked like he combed it with
an eggbeater.  Maybe she should straighten him out while she was
making Jimmy jealous?  It would be an improvement, making him
more pleasant to use for her jealousy plans, and he might be
grateful enough that he wouldn't tease her after she didn't have
to flirt with him because she had Jimmy's head straightened out.
 
     She supposed she _could_ use Kenny to learn how to fuck so
that the first time she did Jimmy he'd forget all about... _Her_. 
Caroline said Kenny was good.  And she'd said he was a natural
muff diver.  She could learn what she liked best from Kenny so
that Jimmy would do her the right way from the very beginning. 
She wouldn't have to experiment with him for however it took the
dolt to learn how to do it right for her.  And Caroline had said
that Kenny could give lessons in tit sucking.  She'd never had
her boobies sucked.  They weren't big enough for her to try it on
herself, even if they were bigger than Caroline's and... _Hers_. 
She wondered how it felt.  From how Caroline was acting, it must
feel pretty good, even better than playing with the nipples with
her fingertips.  Maybe using Kenny to learn how she wanted Jimmy
to do her wouldn't be so bad.  It might even be fun while she was
using that dolt to make her dolt jealous.
 
     Her stupid mother always did her weekly shopping for a
couple of hours on Friday mornings.  If she could get out of
being dragged along, she could have Kenny come over and she could
practice, and then they could go make Jimmy jealous that
afternoon.  Heck, it might work better if Jimmy saw a look of
satisfaction on Kenny's stupid face.
 
     This wasn't exactly calming her down the way she had wanted. 
She couldn't wait any longer.
 
     Slowly, but with increasing speed, she fucked herself with
the vibrator, turned it on, and repeated it.
 
     _Oh, Jimmy, that feels wonderful!_
 
     _I learned how to make my thingy vibrate inside you because
I love you so much, Suzie._
 
     _And I love you, too, Jimmy._
 
     _I wouldn't have learned how to do that for any other woman
but you, Suzie.  All I want is to make you happy forever._
 
     _You know what would feel really good, Jimmy?  If you could
make your thingy vibrate like that on my clitty._
 
     _Because I love you so much, Suzie, I learned something even
better!  I learned how to vibrate my tongue on your clitty. 
Would you like me to do it now?_
 
     _Oh, yes, please, Jimmy!  I can't wait any longer.  I need
to cum now!_
 
     _Then one muff-diving orgasm for the only woman in my dreams
is coming right up.  Would you like me to play with your boobies
while you have it?  I will do anything if it will make you
happy._
 
     _Oh, yes, Jimmy!  Please!  I can't wait!  I need you now!_
 
     She dragged cunny cream over her clitty and pressed the tip
of the vibrator, which was already smeared with it, to the hard
little pearl.  She pulled up her nightie, grasped her left nipple
with the tips of her fingers and  began pulling on it in a
sucking motion.
 
     _Oh, Kenny, I'm cumming now!!!_
 
     Her teeth clenched together hard enough to crack walnuts. 
Her toes clenched into little foot-fists.  Her body tensed,
becoming like a diving board, flexing enough to slam her head and
shoulders into the mattress several times.  She thought it would
never end, and then it was over all too soon.  She had to move
the vibrator off her sensitive clitty, but her hands didn't want
to obey.  She couldn't release her nipple with her other hand. 
Nothing wanted to obey as she alternated between feeling as limp
as a wet washcloth and as firm as a brick.  Before she could get
the vibrator off her throbbing clitty she was swept away by
another orgasm that was almost as intense.  This time the
vibrator moved away when her arms and legs collapsed from
weakness.
 
     She lay in the middle of her bed and gasped for air.  The
cool morning air played about her sweaty body, causing a chill
that hardened her nipples into little pink berries.  Her knees
were lying wide apart on the mattress, meaning she'd ruined
another pair of panties, but she didn't care.  The vibrator was
lying on the mattress, jiggling her thigh.  She wasn't sure where
the hand that had been holding it had landed.  A giggle fit raced
through her.  She couldn't believe how good her cunny felt at
that moment.  She said a silent thank you to...
 
     _*KENNY???*_
 
     _FUCK!_
 
     She'd just had the biggest orgasm of her entire life, and
that knobby-kneed little dwarf bastard had horned in on it,
pushing Her Jimmy away at _that_ moment?  _It wasn't fair!_  She
ought to punch him in the nuts as soon as she could get him over
here.  How _dare_ that little son of a....
 
     There was a soft knock at the door.  She ignored it, but the
door pushed open anyway.  _Fuck!_  She couldn't cover herself up
in time!
 
     It was Caroline, who glanced at her splayed out on the bed
and then looked only at her eyes as she closed the door before
sitting on the edge of the bed.  Caroline smiled down at her. 
"Must have been a damned good one, huh, Sis?" she asked in a
quiet voice as she picked up the vibrator and turned it off.  "I
told you you'd like this."  Without removing her eyes from
Suzie's Caroline shoved the vibrator in her mouth and sucked it
clean.  
 
     Suzie thought she would fall through the mattress.  She
wanted to say something but no words came to her tongue.
 
     A smile teased one corner of Caroline's mouth as she tucked
the vibrator under the pillow next to Suzie's head.  "Don't look
so shocked, Twerp.  You need to develop a taste for pussy juice
as well as a man's cum.  If you really want to make your man
happy you need to learn how to suck his cock clean after he fucks
you.  Only you do it gently because he'll be as sensitive as your
clit after he cums."
 
     Nobody had told her _that_ before!
 
     Caroline's face turned serious.  "Listen, Mom heard you out
in the kitchen when you came.  I caught her in the living room
and told her you'd been having nightmares after what happened to
Jimmy.  I said you'd had another one earlier this morning, while
it was still dark, and that I'd heard you when I got up to pee. 
She bought it, of course.  But until you get used to how that
thing makes you cum, you need to find a way to keep quiet or wait
until Mom and Dad are out of the house."
 
     Suzie managed to force her thoughts away from Caroline
sucking her cunny cream from the vibrator.  "Uh, yeah.  Okay. 
Thanks."
 
     Her sister reached for the hem of her nightie and pulled it
down so that it just covered the thin layer of reddish blonde
curls on her cunny.  "It's not fair, Twerp.  I'm sixteen.  You're
five years younger than me and you've got the biggest tits, and
yours are still growing."
 
     "Do you think yours will get any bigger?"
 
     Caroline sighed.  "I doubt it.  The only advantage is that
I'll be able to go braless when I'm fifty and it won't matter. 
And while yours are still growing, I wouldn't expect them to grow
too much bigger.  Small tits are the thing in this fucking
family."
 
     Suzie thought it felt really weird to be talking with
Caroline like this.  She was used to asking a question about sex,
getting treated like an idiot, and then maybe getting an answer
instead of a lecture on how every other girl knew it and she
should already know, too.  "I guess the only big ones are Aunt
Carrie's.  And she's only an aunt by marriage."
 
     Caroline smiled and nodded.  "Yeah."  She turned and pulled
the torn panties from under Suzie's legs.  "You like to push
against these while you're doing yourself?"
 
     Suzie felt like she blushed all the way down to her cunny. 
"Yeah."
 
     Caroline laughed.  "Me, too.  Wanna know how to keep from
tearing up so many?"
 
     _That was unexpected_.  "Sure!"
 
     "If you look under my mattress you'll find a belt.  I use
that.  It has extra holes so I can adjust it as wide or narrow as
I want."
 
     She'd never thought of that!  It was a great idea.  She
decided to ask something, bracing herself for a lecture, just in
case.  "Can, um, can you use that while a guy is....  You know,
while he's doing you?"
 
     Her sister grinned and nodded.  "And you can pull your legs
up and have him hook his arms around your knees.  There are other
things you can do then, too.  But later, because Mom will be
coming to get you up in a few minutes, and this room smells like
a whorehouse.  I don't think you want her coming in here right
now.  Okay?"
 
     "Yeah.  And, um, thanks.  For everything."
 
     Caroline leaned over and kissed her forehead.  "You bet. 
Have you decided to do anything with Kenny while you're waiting
for Jimmy?"
 
     Suzie twisted her nightie around one forefinger.  "I think
so," she mumbled.  
 
     Her sister smiled.  "Good.  Welcome to the Wide, Wide World
of Sex, Sis.  Sometimes a vibrator is best, sometimes your finger
is best, but you just can't beat a boner.  Unless you're giving a
hand job."
 
     It wasn't that funny, but Suzie laughed anyway.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     Kenny yawned and stretched.  He scratched his head and
looked out the window.  It was going to be a rainy day.  He
crammed his right hand down his pajama bottoms and scratched his
balls with a great amount of enthusiasm, sighing in relief.  He
bet Jimmy wished he could do that.  Jimmy could have, if not for
those two scuzzbuckets, Will and Dick.  They should get an extra
year in jail for every day that Jimmy couldn't scratch his balls
comfortably.  One month per day would have been adequate for
anyone else, but for his best friend, Kenny wanted it to be a
year per day.  It was worse than criminal to keep a guy from
enjoying a good ball-scratching!
 
     And he wished Ron had castrated Will, instead of just
breaking the bastard's collarbones, for trying to make Wynter
blow him.  And cut his dick off.  And made eat all of it raw  And
then pour salt in the open wounds, too.  He rubbed the back of
his other hand on his left eye to remove some sticky crud from
the lashes, wincing a little he bumped his injured cheek and made
it twinge.  It never occurred to him to wish extra punishment for
what Dick had done to him.
 
     He sighed and gave his balls one last, good scratch.  He
hoped Will and Dick had to become his patients after he got his
medical license.  Sure, he believed in the Hippocratic Oath, but
some times a little flexibility was required.  He'd prescribe
pain relievers for them, but only had half-strength.  Or maybe
less.  Maybe mix in some chemical castrator, too.
 
     It was embarrassing to have Ron saving his ass all the time. 
He wished, not for the first time, that he was able to stand up
to them the way Ron did.  But his not being able to help his
friends was even more embarrassing and frustrating.  Why did he
have to be such a runt?  His dad wasn't.  But Dad had said he was
a late-bloomer as a boy and he guessed that his son would be,
too.
 
     Damn genetics, anyway!  Steroids could help boost him along,
but they'd make his balls shrivel up to the point that they
wouldn't be worth scratching anymore, since one fingernail would
be enough to do the job.  And his dick would shrivel up like a
Vienna sausage.
 
     He felt his dick, since his hand was there anyway.  Damn.  A
Vienna sausage would be an improvement.  Still, it did feel
rather good to....
 
     "Kenny?" said his mom as she knocked on the door.  He yanked
his hand out of his pajamas as the door opened.  As she sat on
the edge of his bed his father came in, adjusting his tie.
 
     Dad checked his bruises while Mom said that Charlie had gone
back to sleep.  "We're leaving early this morning because this is
the last day of the inspection team's visit.  Mrs. Holland won't
be here for another half hour.  If Charlie gets up before she
arrives, I want you to get up and supervise him."
 
     "You mean you want me to be his babysitter."
 
     His dad laughed.  "No!  If you were his babysitter, we'd
have to pay you.  We just want you to be his supervisor."
 
     "Well, what's the difference between supervising a
six-year-old and babysitting him?"
 
     "Five dollars an hour," Dad said, ruffling his mop of hair. 
"You going over to Jimmy's today?"
 
     "Yeah.  I thought he might need cheering up.  Wynter might
need a break from being his bluebird of happiness."
 
     "No offense, son, but I don't think Jimmy would find that to
be an improvement, and I doubt she'd want to take the break."
 
     Kenny merely grinned in reply.
 
     "Well," his mother said, and he quoted what was coming next
in his head as she said it, "it looks like rain, so if you go
out, don't forget your raincoat, even if it isn't raining at the
time."
 
     "Mooooom!" he moaned.
 
     His dad held up a finger.  "Son, don't even try.  You should
know by now that it's just a waste of breath.  Your Grandma
Taylor still tells me not to forget my raincoat and not to forget
to wash my hands before sitting down at the table.  It's that
double-X chromosome thing at work."
 
     Dad just grinned when Mom called him a "goddamned
smart-ass," and then they said good-bye.  By the time he heard
the garage door rumbling down he already had a magnificent
maximum boner and was climbing out of bed.  It had been over a
month since he'd last checked.  He grabbed the ruler off his desk
and laid it along the top of his regal rampaging ramrod.  He
didn't have his glasses on, so he had to mark the spot with a
thumbnail and then hold the ruler where he could read it.
 
     "_Shit!_"
 
     He threw the ruler down in disgust and let his perpetually
pygmy-sized pecker lead on the arduous trek back to the bed.
 
     He pulled the magazine from its hiding place between the
mattress and box springs, turned on the nightstand lamp before
climbing into bed, and flipped it open.  He decided his balls
needed another good scratch before he got serious about pulling
his pud.  He needed a new magazine.  His eyeballs had about worn
the ink off the pages of this one, and the girls in it weren't as
exciting as they used to be.
 
     They did have some damned nice tits, though.  He didn't like
the huge ones, especially if they had scars from the implants or
if the implants were poorly done, making them lumpy.  He wondered
once again if he'd like being an implant surgeon and getting to
handle tits every day.  However, he was still leaning toward
gynecology, where he could get his hands on some cootchies on a
daily basis.  Maybe he could do tits as a sideline specialty.
 
     Page twenty-seven.  That was his favorite.  She had nice,
round tits that weren't too far apart and didn't have nipples
that made her tits look either cross-eyed or wall-eyed.  They
looked like a couple of softballs the way they didn't sag. 
Those, he had decided, were ideal tits, the ones to measure all
others against.
 
     Caroline's sure didn't measure up to them.  If those were a
ten, then Caroline's were a three or four at best.  From what
little he'd seen of Suzie's, they were a six, maybe a seven,
though he might have to deduct a point for the birthmark.  He'd
be more certain when he finally got his hands on them.  Wynter's
were probably a six.  If Jimmy had seen them, he wouldn't admit
it, so Kenny couldn't get a description from him.  He hadn't been
able to see them for himself, either.  He could wait.  He was
sure Jimmy would see them sooner or later, even if he didn't.
 
     On to page twenty-nine, where there was a spread shot of
Miss Perfect Tits.  Kenny didn't much care for the wad of _labia
minora_, the inner cunt lips, wadded up in the shot.  It looked
like her cootchie was trying to eat a raw hamburger patty. 
Caroline's tits might have been low-scorers, but Caroline's
cootchie had this girl's beat by two laps around the track.
 
     He lowered the magazine and began stroking faster,
remembering just what it was like lapping his way around
Caroline's track.  He wondered if Suzie's cootchie smelled and
tasted that good.  He sure hoped so.  If his plans worked out,
he'd soon know.  He understood now why Jimmy hadn't been able to
describe the smell, great as it was.
 
     His hand moved even faster as he thought of Suzie lying
naked on her bed, with his face between her thighs as she moaned
and humped her cootchie on his face.  He pictured Caroline's
cootchie on Suzie, only with sandy-blonde curls instead of brown
stubble.  He wondered briefly if Suzie shaved hers, too, and what
it would look like, but put the curls back on, deciding he liked
it better that way.
 
     His hand must have been a blur as he came, but he wasn't
able to open his eyes to check.  He kept stroking afterward until
it was too sore to continue.  He was looking forward to tasting
Suzie for himself, maybe even fucking her the way he'd fucked
Caroline.
 
     You could bet your sweet ass that Kenny Taylor was going to
have as much fun with Suzie's tits and cootchie as he could
possibly have before he finally dumped her.  It would serve her
right for trying to come between Wynter and Jimmy.  He would fuck
her for fucking with his friends.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     _Two minutes to go_.  Richard switched off the alarm so that
it wouldn't awaken Angie and then he stretched, working out the
kinks.  He'd let Angie have those two minutes before he awakened
her.  She'd certainly earned it after the ride she'd given him
last night.  The only way the Beast was going to get up this
morning was if someone lifted it.  _Looks like rain.  Good day to
stay here and work on that report for the Geological Service.  A
damned good day to stay here now that those two freaking idiots
are gone._
 
     He had decided to surprise Angie with dinner at the Bighorn
Hotel's dining room that night.  Wynter had thought it was a
great idea, but had uninvited herself, even though the Bighorn
was her favorite restaurant.  She said that after what Mother had
been through she needed some time with just the two of them.  One
of these days he had to stop being so amazed at his daughter's
thoughtfulness.
 
     He didn't know any other eleven-year-olds that he'd feel
comfortable about leaving alone for a few hours at night.  He
guessed that was because there weren't any other eleven-year-olds
like her.
 
     Well, one.
 
     He wouldn't mind leaving the two of them alone together,
either.  They weren't sexually active together yet, but it was
just a matter of time.  And even then he wouldn't mind.  That
thought didn't bother him as much as it had before.  The residual
sense of jealousy was barely noticeable.  Was it because she was
already sexually active?  Was it because he was coming to terms
with having to give her up some day?  Was it because he felt like
Jimmy was already part of the family?  Was it....
 
     _Aw, who the hell knows?_  Maybe it wasn't important that he
knew why at this moment.  It was important only that he knew he
was comfortable with the fact that he trusted the two of them. 
And while he certainly didn't know Jimmy as well as he knew
Wynter, he did know that her demonstrated ability to be
analytical even during sex meant that she wouldn't do anything
rash or possibly harmful.  Not with her already prodigious and
not just for an eleven-year-old girl medical knowledge.  And he
couldn't see Jimmy letting his emotions and hormones override his
common sense, even though Angie insisted that every male with a
hardon was incapable of any rational thoughts whatsoever.
 
     He wondered when would be the best time for him to approach
Angie about putting Wynter on The Pill.  She didn't seem to be as
accepting as he was becoming of the fact that Wynter would sooner
or later be doubling her number of sexual partners.
 
     Or maybe keeping the same number but switching the identity? 
That thought gave him a little pang, but it was more of regret
than of jealousy.
 
     Maybe Angie would be motivated by the worry that history
might repeat itself, but next time the would-be rapist wouldn't
be stopped.  It was a horrifying thought, but it was always a
possibility.  Periods or not, he didn't think Wynter could get
pregnant yet, but he certainly didn't want to risk having a
little Will Wilson or Dick Sarrel growing inside of her.
 
     _Time to get up._
 
     He spooned behind Angie, cupped one of her breasts in a
hand, and began nuzzling her ear.
 
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