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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
events you should be ashamed of are purely coincidental.  If it
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This story is copyright 2005 by Russell Hoisington.  Please do
not remove the author information or make any changes to this
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the "free" area of commercial sites.  That does *not* mean that
these stories are in the public domain, nor does it mean that I
give permission for you to use them in spam advertising.  I
reserve the right to determine what is "spam advertising" by *my*
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
 
                             Fifteen
 
     Harry Green stuck his white-ruffed bald head through the
door and into the chambers beyond.  "You wanted to see me?"
 
     William Wilson the Third looked up from the legal brief on
his desk and peered at him with piggy eyes over his half-moon
reading glasses.  With stubby, fat fingers he closed the folder
and placed it atop the pile in the left tray on his desk.  "Yes,
I did, Harry.  Come in and close the door."
 
     Green sighed.  He'd suspected why the junior judge had
summoned him, and the overly-warm, familiar tone in William's
voice confirmed it.  He seated himself in the padded green
leather chair, gently because his arthritic knee was bothering
him, and said, "Look, William...."
 
     Wilson ignored him.  "Harry, Buck will insist on trying Will
as an adult at today's hearing.  I want you to deny his request."
 
     Green let the silence stretch, staring at Wilson without
blinking.  Finally he sighed, a sound that rattled like old
parchment.  "Why?"
 
     Wilson's beefy face reddened.  "Why?  Harry, he's just a
boy!  And he's my son.  I don't want him going to prison.  He
doesn't belong there."
 
     Green put one elbow on the arm of the chair, pinched the
bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger, and rubbed where
his own reading glasses had left a sore spot.  "No, William, he
belongs in the reformatory in Buena Vista, which is where he'd be
right now if you hadn't talked me into granting him probation."
 
     "Blast it, Harry!  He deserved probation.  He's a boy, _not_
a criminal!"
 
     "Curfew violations.  Shoplifting.  Petty theft.  Breaking
and entering.  Willful destruction of property.  You've sent
'boys' to Buena Vista for that much.  And now Will's graduated to
attempted rape of an eleven-year-old.  What does he have to do to
earn the title of 'criminal'?  Kill someone?"
 
     Wilson leaned back and folded his soft, pale hands over his
prodigious abdomen, carefully displaying the large diamond in the
heavy gold ring on his right hand.  "I'll bring Ellis in to
defend him.  He'll tie that jury in knots.  The best Buck will
get will be a hung jury."
 
     Green shrugged his narrow shoulders.  "I don't care if you
resurrect William Jennings Fucking Bryan, William.  You know
that."
 
     "You _don't_ use that kind of language in my presence!"
 
     Green stopped rubbing his nose and let his hand drop.  "Now,
that's quite strange, William.  I don't remember you correcting
Will when he called me a 'goddamned fucking shitbird asshole'
_after_ I granted him probation on his last sentence."
 
     Wilson's eyes bulged, his chins wobbled, and his voice
imitated a dog choking on a bone.
 
     "And I'm merely quoting your son's own words."
 
     Wilson struggled to regain his composure, something he'd
never do if he weren't trying to curry a favor.  "He's just a
boy, Harry.  He deserves another chance!"
 
     "William, who's Will's father:  you or me?"
 
     "I am, of course!"
 
     "Then why am I the only one who ever disciplines him for any
infraction?
 
     "That's _not_ the blasted issue here!"
 
     Green shook his head.  "William, we're both up for a
retention vote at the election next year.  Doesn't matter to me
because I'm retiring anyway..."
 
     "Then give him another chance, dad-blast it!"
 
     "...but you want to keep your job.  Before you tell me
there's a year for the public to forget, all you need is for Will
to get in trouble one more time and I can guarantee you they
won't forget.  You may not squeak by after this rape trial, even
if I send him to Canon City.  He's crossed paths unfavorably with
far too many people here.  Now, the people in this district are
fairly tolerant, but they aren't stupid.  If he gets away with
this, they'll know why, and you'll be out of here and back in
private practice.  Of course, you'd have to move because nobody
in this town would hire you."
 
     Wilson pressed his lips together and glared at Green for a
moment.  Then his voice grew quiet.  "Buck won't charge that
Lopez boy with assault.  I want to you to force him to do so."
 
     "No."
 
     Wilson nodded.  "Very well."  He pulled a document from a
desk drawer and signed it.  "Then," he said, folding the document
and waving it at Green, "I'm filing suit against him."
 
     "Go ahead.  What do you think your chances will be when the
jury learns that the injuries occurred while the Lopez boy was
trying to stop an attempted rape in progress, and that Will is
charged with the crime?"
 
     "I'll see to it that the prejudicial charges are excluded
from testimony."
 
     Harry Green grunted a tired laugh.  "You're welcome to try. 
I might even retire early and defend the boy myself, William. 
Pro bono."
 
     Wilson straightened in his chair.  "You have just admitted a
bias in favor of that Lopez brat, which implies a bias against
Will.  I demand you recuse yourself!"
 
     "If you wish.  But you might want to check the schedule
first.  If it's not me, then there's at least an eighty percent
chance that it will be Harry Fairfax presiding.  He'll refuse to
dismiss the charges and he'll never permit a plea bargain.  And
you know how Harry sentences this type of offense.  You'll be
very old before Will walks the street again if he's the judge."
 
     Wilson collapsed inward, as if he were a deflating balloon,
and slumped back in his chair.  "Well, a change of venue
then...."
 
     Someone knocked on the door, hard and fast.  "Judge Wilson? 
Your honor?"  The voice was high and strained and insistent.
 
     Wilson looked up and sighed.  "What is it, Lucas?"
 
     Wilson's bailiff, a small, solid mountain named Lucas
Caldwell, rushed in, his ever-present clipboard tucked smartly
under his left arm and his tie as crooked as ever.  He spotted
Green, and said, "Oh, Judge Green.  Looking for you, too.  Judge
Wilson, Will escaped."
 
     Wilson's eyes narrowed.  "What?"
 
     "Hospital sent him over for the hearing.  Doobie Jenkins was
in their cell.  Made himself a jailhouse knife.  Sarrel got it
away from him, wrestled him to the floor.  While he was down,
Will kicked him in the temple.  Hard.  Three, maybe four times. 
Medics took him to the emergency room.  Nichols went to get
Molly.  Likely she'll learn she's a widow when she gets there."
 
     Green closed his eyes and smoothed down his narrow white
mustache with a forefinger.  "How'd they get out?"
 
     "Will and Sarrel started screaming Doobie was having a
seizure.  He was twitching at the time.  Quit as Billy
Carstairs--that new kid they hired last month?--got there. 
Carstairs saw him go limp.  Ignored procedure and rushed into the
cell alone to see about Doobie.  They jumped him.  Things get
hazy after that.  Chief's sorting it out.  Somehow got away. 
Carjacked a ride, _somehow_ managed to get lost from pursuit. 
Carstairs is still a hostage."
 
     Wilson's face reddened.  He jerked his bulk to his feet and
shouted, "How do you know Will did anything to Jenkins?  Sarrel
did it!  Will wouldn't do anything like that!"
 
     Caldwell shrugged an apology.  "Three witnesses in the
facing cell.  Saw the whole thing."
 
     "_Criminals?_  They're _not_ credible witnesses!"
 
     "William, please," Green sighed in a tired voice.  "Shut up. 
It's too late now.  Whether it's murder or it's accessory to
murder, either way Will's now earned that title of 'criminal'."
 
     Wilson's secretary stuck her head through the door.  "They
abandoned the car and stole another one at Wizard Basin.  Billy
was stabbed and left in the car.  Lost a lot of blood, but it
looks like he'll live."
 
     Wilson dropped the lawsuit filing as he sat.  It bounced off
the edge of the desk and landed in the floor, to be crushed under
a caster as he rolled his chair forward.  He put his elbows on
the desk and buried his face in his hands.  "But he's just a
boy!" he sobbed.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     Marti McCauley saw the package and grinned.  "Another
cartoon?" she asked as she opened the storm door.
 
     "No, ma'am.  It's something special that I hope he will like
and make him feel better since he's not able to go adventuring
right now."
 
     Marti hugged her shoulders.  "Honey, I'm sure that anything
you give him will be something he will like."  She shrugged. 
"Unless it's the flu or bubonic plague.  That, he might not
like."
 
     Wynter giggled, handed over the package, and removed her
raincoat.  "I came early to get it here before the rain started,
so the paper and ribbon wouldn't get wet."
 
     "That was a good idea because it's wrapped so beautifully. 
The rain will start at any second now."  Large drops began
splashing on cue.
 
     Wynter looked at the falling rain and then goggled at Marti,
who shrugged and waved a hand at the precipitation.  "It's a
gift.  Gypsy blood," she said, causing more giggles from Wynter. 
"I just took Jimmy some pineapple-orange juice.  Would you like
some?" she asked, exchanging the package for the raincoat, which
she hung on the hallway coat rack.
 
     "No, thank you.  I don't care for pineapple."
 
     Marti wondered briefly if she should take her son another
flavor, but realized it would be too late now.  "Something else? 
Plain orange or apple or maybe some lemonade?"
 
     "Apple would be nice.  We can take it when we go up and you
can see Jimmy's present when he unwraps it."
 
     Marti smiled and motioned for Wynter to precede her into the
kitchen.  "I'm not sure Jimmy would want me there when he opens
it.  I'll see it later."
 
     Wynter slowed and turned her head to gape up at her.  Marti
wondered if she'd accidentally said, "Jimmy would rather see
Suzie than you."
 
     "Sure he would," Wynter said.  "Unless you think maybe he
won't like it."
 
     _Damn!_  She had forgotten how sensitive the girl was to
criticism, even if it was unintended.  "Of course I don't.  I
just thought that since it's something special from you to him,
he might not want any other people around."
 
     "Oh.  I sort of thought that since I'd like to have my mom
and dad there that...."  She let it taper off.
 
     Her mind raced as she handed Wynter a glass and then opened
the refrigerator.  "Okay," she said as she poured.  "It's Jimmy's
present.  We'll let him decide."  She felt better when the coral
lips parted and the perfect white teeth reappeared in a smile.
 
     Jimmy was sitting on the far side of his bed, his back to
the door.  He wore two sets of headphones, one attached to the
portable CD player in his left hand and the other to the keyboard
under his right.  Marti waited until his fingers stopped moving
on the keys and announced, "You have a visitor."
 
     She was amazed at how much her son's face brightened when he
glanced over his shoulder and saw Wynter.  His gaze lowered to
the package briefly, but he didn't brighten any more.  She didn't
see how he could without igniting.
 
     "Hi!" he said, removing the headphones and turning gingerly
to face them.
 
     "Hi!  I brought you something.  Is it okay if your mom stays
while you open it?"
 
     A flicker of a frown found its way onto the bright face, as
if he couldn't believe Wynter would ask that.  "Well, of course."
 
     Wynter grinned up at her.  Any other girl would have said,
"Told you so!" but Wynter was too much like Jimmy.  Marti,
however, could clearly see the words in the girl's expression
before she placed her apple juice on the night stand and handed
her package to Jimmy.  Marti noticed that her son managed to
brush Wynter's hand and keep the contact for just an instant
longer than was necessary.  She honestly concurred with her son's
assessment of the quality of wrapping and commented on the color
coordination between the paper and the ribbon.
 
     Truth be told, she was eager to see what constituted
Wynter's idea of "something special" after that wonderful _Star
Wars_ characters lampoon.
 
     Jimmy carefully removed the paper.  "Oh, wow!  More Bristol
board!"
 
     Wynter turned an exasperated face to her.  "He's getting to
be too much like Daddy."
 
     Marti nodded.  "His father's the same way.  I think all men
are like that."
 
     Jimmy made his own exasperated face.  "Just for that, I'm
going to be the only one to see it first.  And with that, he slid
the top board away.  His eyes widened and his mouth fell open. 
"_Holy shit!_" he whispered in a reverent tone.
 
     Which was Marti's clue that it was, indeed, something
extraordinary.  She said nothing about  his language as his eyes
roamed over whatever he was seeing.
 
     "Mom?  C'mere.  You _gotta see this!_"
 
     Wynter moved aside so that she could stand there and look
at...
 
     "_Holy shit!_" she heard herself whisper, no more in control
of her words than Jimmy had been.  She gazed at the two deer
standing by the stream.  They seemed to breathe.  Magpies and
jays and sparrows and bluebirds sat on branches or soared with
the butterflies around the deer.  A trout was in the water, and a
squirrel in the foreground ate a pine cone, dribbling debris from
its mouth while a ladybug perched atop its head.  And it was all
done with colored pencils.  What on earth could the girl do if
she learned to paint with oils or acrylics?
 
     For a minute she and her son pointed to different areas and
commented on what they saw.  Suddenly she realized they were
ignoring Wynter.  She jerked her head up and saw the girl
standing quietly, her hands clasped in front of her, her chin
down and her ponytail hanging over her left shoulder, but with a
happy, if expectant, look on her face.  And Marti McCauley felt
terribly out of place.  She rose--when did she sit down on the
edge of the bed?--and held her arms out.  Wynter stepped into
them, and she hugged the girl the way she hugged her son.  "I
can't believe how beautiful that is!  Wait until Keith gets home
tonight and sees it.  Thank you for doing that for Jimmy, dear. 
He was right when he said he was lucky to have you for his best
friend."
 
     She heard a faint gasp from Wynter.  "Now," she said,
releasing her, "I have work to do downstairs.  If you need me,
just yell."
 
     She couldn't leave without one final, and long, look at the
drawing.  On her way out she straightened the cartoon, which hung
beside the door.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     Jimmy held out his hand and nodded to the spot beside him on
the bed.  Wynter placed her hand in his and bent for a quick kiss
before sitting down.  He thought he was going to float out of the
bed.  When she was settled he handed her the Bristol board. 
"Would you put this on the night stand for me?  I'll add it to my
collection later."
 
     As she put it on the night stand she said, "Smarty pantses
don't get their medicine from their doctors."
 
     When she turned back to him he frowned.  "Isn't that
unethical?"
 
     She pursed her lips and pushed them to one side in thought. 
"You're right," she said and leaned forward for a long, wonderful
kiss.  Somewhere in the middle of it, for just an instant, he
thought he felt her lips part and something warm and soft and wet
touch his, but then it was gone.  He held his drawing away in his
right hand and wrapped his left arm around her.  When he
squeezed, she sighed in what he thought was a happy sound and
circled her arms about him.  It was their first hug-and-squeeze
kiss, and it was rapture.
 
     He opened his eyes slowly afterward and saw hers still
closed for a moment before they, too, crept open, sparkling with
delight.
 
     He knew his face was grinning the way hers suddenly did. 
"Wow!" was all he could say, and only in a whisper.
 
     Her own voice was a breathy whisper.  "That's what I was
going to say!"
 
     "Um, Kenny was right, you know."
 
     She looked like she was trying to stop grinning, but she was
having no more luck than he was.  "About what?"
 
     "Falling on the bar was worth it for a kiss from you. 
Especially that one.  I mean, I love the drawing.  It's the most
beautiful thing I've ever seen!  Well, um, except for, um, well,
you.  But the kiss was even better."
 
     Her head lowered slightly but she kept her eyes on his. 
"You don't have to land on the bar again just to have another
one, okay?  Just ask."
 
     He nodded.  "I like that idea lot better.  Did you get any
sleep while you were doing this?  When did you find time to draw
it?"
 
     "I had to do something to stay away from Aunt Dumb and Uncle
Bozo."  She looked like she was about to say something else but
had changed her mind.  He didn't press.  If she wanted to tell
him, she would when the time was right.  "Oh!  They're gone! 
Mother told them to get out."
 
     He gave her a big grin and nodded his head to let her know
he understood her relief.  He felt Wynter's hand caress his back
and realized with a start that they still held each other.  "You
said I don't have to land on the bar again, just ask?  I'm
asking."
 
     He wasn't sure how long that kiss lasted, but it sure wasn't
long enough.
 
     They released each other as he heard the phone ring.  He
stayed upright and put the painting in front of them.  Wynter
snuggled up against him, took his hand, and started commenting on
different  objects in the picture.
 
     Both heads snapped up when they heard his mom scream, "_Oh,
my God!_" and come rushing up the stairs, calling their names in
a frightened voice.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     Richard carried his empty coffee mug down to the kitchen for
a refill.  He had an error in a spreadsheet and could not find
it.  He thought a break for additional caffeine might help his
subconscious mind work out which formula was causing the problem. 
He glanced out the kitchen window at the rain.  Well, it had been
a dry summer, and they needed the moisture.
 
     He heard Angie talking on her phone, so he didn't bother
her.  Dragon, not having Wynter around, had moved to assume his
secondary role as Angie's shadow.  _A sugar cookie would be good
with this_, he decided and reached for the cookie jar.  Only a
few remained.  They weren't as soft as they had been, but he was
planning to dunk it anyway.
 
     The rattling of the cookie jar lid brought Dragon to
inspect.  "You, too, boy?" he asked and reached for the green
dragon-shaped jar of doggie treats when Dragon's tail wagged in
response.
 
     He heard Angie say, "Goodbye," and then follow that with
something her mother would never have approved of.  He tossed a
doggie cookie to Dragon and ambled to his wife's office.  She was
sitting with her elbows on the desk and her head in her hands. 
She looked up when he entered but didn't release her head.
 
     "Sometimes I'd rather deal with Diane than with Pete.  He
has the rare ability to actually make her sound rational."
 
     "You want me to go find her and bring her back?" he asked
around a mouthful of cookie.
 
     "Fuck you."
 
     He swallowed and shrugged.  "I've got time if you do."
 
     "You...."  The house phone rang.  She shook her grinning
head at him and answered it.
 
     "Oh," she said in a bright voice.  "Hi, Joe.  How's...." 
Her face went ghastly white, as did her fingers when she
tightened them around the receiver.  Her panic-filled eyes turned
to Richard as her tight throat squeezed out,  "Oh, fuck!  Oh,
no!"
 
     Richard's mind flashed to Tuesday's phone call telling him
about the attack on Wynter.  His world reeled, and he had to sit
down before he fainted while waiting for the bad news.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     "Yes, Mrs. Holland," Kenny said for at least the three
hundred and fiftieth time in the past two minutes.  Suzie had
called and asked him to come over for some "special practice
sessions," and here Mrs. Holland was, repeating everything Mom
said whenever he left the house as well as everything she always
told him.  He was wearing his silly raincoat even though it
wasn't raining yet, just to get Mrs. Holland to stop bugging him. 
Suzie had said, "We won't have much time while Mother is gone,"
and he could only interpret that phrase plus "special practice
sessions" one way.
 
     Mrs. Holland heard a crash and went back into house to see
what Charlie had done.  Kenny made good his escape.  He headed
south on Chaparral Street since that was the shortest way to
Suzie's.  Eventually he'd have to take Cheyenne Road, the main
north-south street, to Harbor Club Road, where he could begin the
westward zig-zags to Suzie's house.  It was a shame that Suzie
didn't live as close to him as Wynter did to Jimmy.  Because of
Porcupine Creek, getting from his house to hers was one of the
most convoluted treks in the town.
 
     Getting to Wynter's or Jimmy's was much easier:  half a
block north and then west on Seabridge Trail, stop when you get
there.  He guessed that taking Seabridge to Ninth might be
faster, but the distance looked longer on the map, so he wasn't
going that way.
 
     Four houses down he saw a real estate agent putting a sign
in the Hamiltons' front yard.  Mr. Hamilton had died of old age
two years ago, and Mrs. Hamilton, a frail woman, was steadily
getting less able to care for herself.  He knew it was just a
matter of time before she had to move into The Haven in the
Pines, and it looked like her time had arrived.  He vaguely
remembered The Haven from the short time his great-grandmother
had been a resident when he was little, and he hoped Mrs.
Hamilton would be happy there.  Too bad Suzie didn't live in the
Hamilton house.  Or maybe some nice girl with bigger tits.
 
     _Tits!_  He pedaled faster.  Suzie said her mother was
almost always gone two hours.  He didn't want to get there after
Mrs. Middleton left and lose precious minutes that _Studman_
could put to good use enjoying Suzie's hidden charms.
 
     He liked the name "Studman" a little better than
"Superstud," but he was waiting before making a final choice.  He
wondered if he could get Wynter to draw a cartoon of him in a
tight, crotchless leotard, with a flowing, bright red cape and a
massive erection that was causing naked women to swoon and lie
down before him.  _Probably not_.  He thought about fixing his
raincoat so that it could flutter behind him like a cape.   And
that's when the rain began.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     _Studman_ wondered if he could sneak away for a little
action with Caroline.  Suzie had wanted to practice French
kissing.  After five minutes she had excused herself and went to
Caroline's room for a consultation on techniques.  Caroline had
followed her back to Suzie's room and showed her, using Kenny as
the demonstration aid, what she was doing wrong.  Caroline let
him feel her titties while they kissed.  It was the highlight of
Kenny's day to that point.
 
     Caroline's advice was, of course, what Kenny had been saying
all along.  She followed Caroline's advice and stopped forcing
her mouth wide open, as if Kenny was a Future Dentist instead of
a Future Gynecologist.  She also began sucking on his tongue and
chasing it back into his mouth with her own, where he tried to
show her how to tongue-wrestle.  When Caroline went back to her
room, Suzie had them stand in front of the mirror and practice,
checking for what she thought would be most arousing to Jimmy,
without once asking Kenny what he thought.  They had wasted
almost _forty-five minutes_ of _Studman_'s precious two hours!
 
     Suzie stepped back and put her right hand under her left
elbow.  She held her chin in the curve of her left thumb and
forefinger and tapped her right toes as she stared into the
mirror, thinking.
 
     "Um...."
 
     Her head snapped around to him.  "_WHAT?_"
 
     He flinched.  "Well, you told me I should have told you how
to handle a guy's balls.  I thought while you were, uh, thinking
that you might want to, uh... practice?
 
     "Why?  So I can play with your stupid balls in front of
Jimmy?  How's _that_ going to make the goofy dolt jealous instead
of pissed off?"
 
     That was his confirmation that this afternoon was to be a
Make-Jimmy-Jealous situation.  He'd thought that was Caroline's
message when she grinned at him and nodded when Suzie wasn't
looking.
 
     "Ah.  Well, uuuhhh....  I thought that if you got the chance
to handle Jimmy's again, you'd want to be prepared.  You never
know when opportunity will knock."  Kenny desperately hoped that
it was banging on his own door at that very moment.
 
     Anger faded to puzzlement.  After a moment's thought she
replied, "Well, I don't think I'll get the chance if you and...
_She_... are there.  We'll practice that later, when I'm going to
have time to be alone with him.  But now, let's pretend that
Jimmy's lying at the bottom of the mirror.  You put your arm
around me like this."
 
     Kenny let her drag his arm around her.  She placed his hand
just above the bend of his elbow.  When she released it, he slid
it toward her right titty.
 
     "_Kenny!_"  She jerked into a turn to face him, forcing his
hand away.
 
     He put on his "phony mask of genuine sincerity" and said, "I
thought if he noticed me barely touching it and both of us
enjoying it, he might realize he was missing out on something. 
Sorry."
 
     Her eyebrows arched, her lower lip pushed upward as she
stared at the floor, and she shrugged with one shoulder.  "Maybe. 
Okay.  But right now just put your hand on my arm."  She grabbed
it and slapped it into place, holding on for a moment as waiting
for it to glue itself into place.  "Now, we look down there where
he's lying, and then I'll say something and turn to you.  You'll
look into my eyes and pretend you like me...."
 
     "Um, Suzie?  Why should I have to pretend I like you when I
already do?"
 
     She started to huff at the interruption, but the words
stopped her.
 
     She gave him that look that said she wasn't about to believe
anything he had said.  "You don't have to pretend?"
 
     "Heck, no.  I told you when I took the blame for you that
you're my friend.  How could you be my friend if I didn't like
you?"
 
     "Is this a joke, Kenny?"
 
     "Look, Caroline's in her room alone.  I'll bet I could be in
there with her having a _really_ good time, but I'm here trying
to help you.  That either means I like you or I'm crazy."
 
     Her face told him which options she believed.  But she
turned so that they were both facing the mirror again, said
"Okay," and put his hand back on her arm, this time sliding it
forward until the fingertips had reached his goal.  His _first_
goal, that is.  He felt a surge in his groin as he slowly began
circling the fingertips against the side of her double-covered
little hemisphere.
 
     Suzie started to say something, then looked down at his
moving fingertips, then looked him in the eye.  He put on his
most pleased expression, which wasn't hard to do at all, and said
in a breathy whisper, "Damn!  I can't believe how much nicer that
is than Caroline's!"  Which was the truth.  Caroline didn't have
much padding between skin and rib cage.  Suzie's was soft yet
firm to his touch.
 
     She looked surprised for a moment and then sly as she said,
"Really?"
 
     "Yeah!  I hope I make you feel as good as you're making me
feel.  I really want to, you know."
 
     She flashed a grinning "So there!" sort of look at the door,
toward Caroline's room, and then smiled warmly at him.  "Let's
turn this way so you don't have to move your hand and Jimmy can
see where you're touching."  He let himself be guided.  "And now
let's kiss like this."
 
     He had to admit that this time he put more effort into the
kiss.  Suzie noticed and put one hand on the back of his
head--her left one, which meant that he didn't lose fingertip
contact with the orb of his desire--and pulled him into the kiss. 
He slid the fingertips forward until he could just feel the hard
little nipple, and then began stroking the soft flesh at its
base.  Caroline had taught him that trick, and it was a good one
because Suzie suddenly inhaled.  When she pulled back he felt the
grin spread uncontrollably over his face.  "Wow!  That was the
best kiss I ever had!"
 
     "Me, too," she said with a giggle.
 
     He was a gentleman--this time--and didn't ask how many other
boys she'd kissed.  He knew that answer, anyway.
 
     "My!" she said, moving back and causing his hand to slide
until the fingertips were barely grazing her arm.  "It's warm in
here.  Maybe I'd be cooler if I took this off."
 
     His heart leapt as she reached under the hem of her blouse,
but she merely unhooked the front of the bra.  She then reached
through each sleeve, pulled the strap down until she could remove
it from her arm, and then pulled the pink garment down behind,
tossing it in the general direction of the hamper.
 
     _One down, three to go_, he thought.  Then he changed it to
four, and then seven to go, assuming each shoe and sock counted
separately.  He stepped forward and put his hands on her upper
arms.  She flinched, then relaxed.  "I thought you were going to
grab them.  Were you planning to play with both of them in front
of Jimmy?"
 
     Fortunately he'd expected the question.  "I wish I could. 
But only if you wanted me to.  I would love it if you could enjoy
it while I massaged them for you in front of him.  Like this."
 
     He let his hands slowly slide to cup those soft, warm
titties, giving her time to tell him to stop.  He wondered if
stopping would be as difficult as moving slowly was.  This sure
was a heck of a time to learn patience.  However, this way was
about as much fun learning it as he could think of.  They filled
his small hands.  He began a slow, gentle massage, watching her
eyelids droop and her eyes glaze over as her lips parted.  A tiny
moan soon crept from her throat.
 
     "This is how you massage a guy's balls.  Softly and gently. 
A little more than a caress, but not much more or it will hurt. 
But I think Jimmy's will be too sore for even this much for
another week or so."  Several seconds later he couldn't resist
any longer and started playing with her left nipple while his
right hand rubbed all of its toy.  He thought he'd die if he
couldn't go jack off soon.
 
     When she moaned again he added, "I hope I'm doing it right. 
I don't know as much about what girls' tits like compared to what
my balls like.  I want you to enjoy it."  Caroline had told him
that when Suzie voiced her masturbation fantasies aloud, she
always had "Jimmy" or... or "Chipper..." say how much he wanted
to please her.  He'd reasoned that he'd have success with that
procedure.  "If there's anything I could do better, please tell
me so that I can make it better for you."
 
     He could just imagine what all the guys at school would say
if they could hear him say _that_ line.  But that's okay.  He was
standing here playing with Suzie's titties, and they could only
play with themselves.  And the look of satisfaction on Suzie's
face grew stronger.  And something else was there.  Desire,
perhaps?
 
     She looked down at his hands.  Her eyes quickly focused
farther down.  "You've got a stiffy!"  It was an accusation
despite the pleasure in her voice.
 
     He put on his "phony mask of genuine sincerity" and said,
"Well, of course I do.  What guy wouldn't be turned on, standing
here with a pretty girl and playing with the prettiest and nicest
tits I've ever seen or felt."
 
     She looked surprised.  "You've seen them?"
 
     "Yeah, the day..." how the heck should he word this one to
keep from pissing her off?  "The day I was... well, I was an ass
and got you grounded when we were out on the porch.  I'm really
and truly sorry about that."  He winced when he realized he'd
used one of Wynter's phrases.  He hoped it wouldn't make Suzie
any madder if she chose to be pissed off about his getting her
grounded.
 
     Instead, she looked down and drilled one toe into the
carpet.  He stopped playing with her goodies but didn't release
them.  "So, you've, um, already seen them?"
 
     He nodded.  "Yeah."
 
     "So, you know about the, um...."
 
     "Yeah.  I figure that makes me special."
 
     She looked up, her face clearly indicating she thought a
joke was coming at her expense.  "Special?" she asked in a cool
voice.
 
     "Yeah!  Everybody else out there is playing with ordinary,
everyday titties.  I'm getting to play with some that are
specially decorated.  That makes me one of a kind.  I feel like
that's sorta special because nobody else gets to.  Don't you?"
 
     Her eyes moved back and forth as she looked deep into each
of his.  "You really mean that?"
 
     "Heck yeah!"  And, he guessed, he really did.
 
     "You don't think it's ugly?"
 
     "Of course not."  And he meant that, too.  Okay, it wasn't
as aesthetically pleasing as one without a birthmark, but it
certainly wasn't ugly, either.
 
     "Oh."  She looked faraway and tapped her foot.  "I'm getting
tired of standing up.  Let's sit on the edge of the bed.  We can
practice kissing there.  Is it getting warmer in here?"
 
     Kenny thought it was and said so.  She started to lift her
blouse.
 
     "Suzie?  Could I do that for you?  If it would make you
happy, of course."
 
     She shrugged, looking uncertain again.  "Sure."
 
     He bent forward, and as he lifted, he kissed her abdomen,
the bottom of her sternum, and up her sternum as each inch was
exposed.  He stopped at the top of her sternum and kissed his way
down to her right nipple.  He kissed it, took it in his mouth,
swirled his tongue around it and sucked the way Caroline had
taught him to do.  He removed his mouth, kissed the birthmark,
and then kissed a trail to her left nipple and repeated the
swirl-and-suck.
 
     He'd been right:  it was a fun thing to do for _both_ of
them.  He sure was glad he'd seen it on one of the Cinemax
channel movies after he discovered the code for the satellite
dish's parental control was Charlie's birth date.
 
     He kept the bright pink nipple in his mouth when the phone
rang.  "Oo anna et at?" he asked around it.
 
     "Caroline can get it," she said, holding his head in place
with her arms and falling backward onto the mattress.
 
     He continued nibbling the hard little berry as he put his
hand on the inside of her mid-thigh and slid it upward.  He
slowed at the leg of her shorts, but he didn't stop moving it
higher.  His fingers slid under the polyester and brushed soft,
damp, hot cotton cloth over padding that resembled the tit in his
mouth.  Suzie shuddered and moaned.
 
     _YESSSS!!!_  He had just reached the ultimate goal, the Holy
Grail of Femininity, the Nobel Sex Prize!
 
     The door flew open and Caroline rushed in.  They lifted
their heads to see her pallid face and wild, shocked eyes.  She
was gasping for air.  "Kenny!  That's your dad on the phone for
you!  There's trouble!"
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     Ron knocked on the door frame.
 
     Kevin Taylor, ashen-faced, was on the phone.  He looked up
with worried eyes and waved him in.  "In fact, he's just arrived. 
Now, you stay there, son.  I don't want any of you going out
without someone along to protect you, even if it's only Mrs.
Middleton.  Don't leave unless you are with her or Ron.  Tell
Caroline to make sure all the doors and windows are closed and
locked while you're waiting.  I think that house has a basement. 
It does?  Make sure those are locked, too.  I'll get back to you. 
If you need something, you call.  No, I mean it.  I love you son. 
Bye."
 
     Ron dropped onto the padded chair as Kevin hung up the
phone.  "I don't think Mrs. Middleton will be much protection,
Doc, even if it's only Dick who can do anything."
 
     "I know."  He shook his head.  "But it's the only way I can
keep Kenny from doing something stupid on his own."
 
     Ron laughed and nodded his head.  He knew the truth of that,
just as he knew that "something stupid" would take the form of
anything except what was obvious.  Kenny always found some
unusual way to get into a bind.
 
     "Joe says you're volunteering to be the shadow for all three
of them?  Isn't that stretching yourself awfully thin?"
 
     Ron searched his pockets.  "Not really.  While they'd most
likely go after Kenny rather than Wynter or Jimmy, the one they
really want, and the one they are most afraid of, is me."  He
found what he was looking for and wondered how they'd ended up in
the wrong pocket.  "They'll need an advantage for that," he said
as he pulled out two peppermint candies and tossed one to Kevin,
"and Billy Carstairs was unarmed.  They'll need a gun before
they'll come after me.  Not," he added as he unwrapped his treat,
"that it will do them any good unless they ambush me.  Shoot me
with my back turned."  He popped the candy in his mouth and
sighed happily.  There were few things in life Ron liked better
than peppermint candy.  Thumping Will and Dick was among those
few.
 
     Kevin nodded his thanks for the candy and unwrapped it. 
"What if they do that?"
 
     Ron laughed and scratched the top of his head.  "They think
I'm kidding when I tell them that if they kill me, I'll come back
from the dead for revenge.  They think I'm kidding, but they are
also worried that it might be true."
 
     "And is it true?"  Kevin placed the candy in his mouth,
which told Ron just how nervous the doctor was.  Any other time
he'd have tossed it in the air and caught it on the descent.
 
     "You want to kill me and find out?"
 
     "No."
 
     "Damned smart move, Doc.  Kenny's at the Middletons' house?"
 
     "Yeah.  And Jimmy's still on bed rest, though I expect him
to be up today or tomorrow.  You young people heal a lot faster
than we geezers do."
 
     "Geezer?  As I remember, you won the last one-on-one at the
basketball hoop."
 
     Kevin laughed, but the worry remained in his voice and on
his face.  "You accused me of cheating, remember?"
 
     Ron scratched his head again.  "Oh.  Yeah.  You did."
 
     Kevin shook his head.  "Kenny and Suzie were planning to
visit Jimmy this afternoon.  I'd like you to escort them if
you're serious about  being his shadow."
 
     "Of course I'm serious.  I'm his guardian Angel.  Remember?"
 
     "But I don't want to take you away from your work."
 
     Ron flipped a dismissive hand.  "We were almost finished
anyway.  The rain ended it.  The samples are no good after
they've been rained on, and there's not enough summer left to
wait for more and continue.  Doctor Britt will pick these up this
weekend, so I don't have to make a trip to Boulder.  Look, I
wouldn't worry if I were you.  They'll not be seen here for a
while.  They'll want revenge against me, but they'll wait until
they have an advantage, and they'll wait until they think people
have dropped their guard.  They are about as smart as toadstools
in most areas, and I do mean stool samples from toads, but they
are reasonably bright in criminal matters.  They waited over six
months before attacking Kenny again, and they waited until they
thought I was out of town."
 
     Kevin obviously wasn't convinced, but he trusted Ron.  They
exchanged handshakes and Ron endured words of caution from
someone who had at best a minimal idea of what he was talking
about and no idea of who he was talking to.  Like everyone else
who hadn't crossed him, Kevin Taylor underestimated Ron Lopez. 
That was Ron's greatest asset.
 
     "And now," Kevin said, "I have to go tell Candis the bad
news, before she hears it from someone else."
 
     Ron clapped him on the shoulder.  "You're the doctor. 
Dispensing bad news is your job.  Being bad news is mine.  Kenny
will be fine."
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     "Mom's wrong," Jimmy said as she left his room to check the
locks.  "With the patrols combing the streets, they won't try to
come here while Will's injured.  They'll get out of town and hide
until he's healed.  And I think they're smart enough to try to
take Ron out before they try anything with anyone else. Or dumb
enough.  I can't think of anything dumber than them trying to
take on Ron.  I'd almost feel sorry for them if it weren't for
what they did to Kenny and tried to do to you."
 
     "Are you sure?"  The frightened look on Wynter's face wasn't
for herself, he knew.  She was worried about Ron, about Kenny,
and about him.  He held out an arm in invitation for her to sit
on the bed with him.  He wrapped it around her when she did.  She
trembled slightly, and that made him sad.
 
     "Of course."  He had to get her mind off the subject of the
two bullies.  He reached for the portable CD player with his free
hand.  "Say, Mrs. Evers loaned me this.  She said it was like
some of the stuff I like listening to.  Want to hear it?"
 
     "Sure.  What is it?"
 
     "Tangerine Dream.  Can I have my arm back for a minute to
swap the headphones for the speakers?"
 
     "If I can have it back," she said with a grin, and then
puckered and leaned toward him.  
 
     Eventually she pulled away and let him swap the plugs. 
Jimmy was almost sorry about that.  He couldn't think of anything
better than kissing Wynter.  _Wellllll....  NO!  Don't think
about THAT!_  Wynter was a lady and he was embarrassed that such
a crude thought had slipped into his mind.
 
     "Who's it by?"
 
     Her question pulled him out of his roiling thoughts. 
"That's the group's name.  I was listening to _Optical Race_.  I
really like it and was trying to learn it.  This is it."  He
punched the Play button and the introductory drums burst forth. 
"It's much better on the big speakers, of course," he said as he
replaced his arm around her.
 
     He closed his eyes as the bouncy tune swept him away with
Wynter at his side.  Halfway through he realized he could feel
her body grazing his as she bounced along with the beat.  He
forced himself to think about the music.
 
     "Oh, wow!" she said when it ended and he hit the Stop
button.  "That's great!  Um, would you mind if I learned it, too? 
I mean, it's sort of got two parts and it'd sound better if we
played both of them together.  If you don't mind."
 
     Little cold feet race up and down Jimmy's spine. "Mind?  I'd
love it!  You want to come around to this side and I'll show you
what I've figured out so far?"
 
     "Sure!"  He watched her scurry around the end of the bed to
sit on the other edge, by the keyboard.  Her movements were
almost in slow motion, and he was thrilled by the sight. 
 
     Ten minutes later she had picked up what he showed her and
had worked out most of another part herself.  "Y'know, to really
sound good, we'd need somebody to play drums while we did the
rest," she said before she kissed him again.
 
     Jimmy decided that all they needed was to teach his heart to
pound in the right rhythm when she kissed him and tape a
microphone to his chest.  Maybe they wouldn't even need the
microphone.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     You talk about throwing a bucket of cold water on a fire. 
Kenny had Suzie all heated up and ready for action with
_Studman_, and those two lousy, stinking bastards had managed to
make his life miserable once again, because now he wouldn't get
to fuck Suzie.  Or even Caroline.  Both were fish-eyed nervous
wrecks, jumping at the slightest sound and waiting for Will and
Dick to break down the door and....  Well, he had no idea what
their imaginations were conjuring because they were too scared to
speak except single syllables and grunts.
 
     Suzie had put on her bra and blouse.  AND a long-sleeved
sweatshirt!  Caroline wouldn't check the doors and windows unless
both Kenny and Suzie went with her.  And just as they finished,
Mrs. Middleton returned home with the groceries.  Caroline more
or less accurately blurted out what had happened.  Mrs. Middleton
closed the garage door before letting them into the garage to
help carry in the groceries.  Ron arrived in time to help put
things away, making for an awfully crowded kitchen until Ron
organized tasks on a zone offense.
 
     Mrs. Middleton didn't insist Kenny leave, even though
without his presence there was minimal danger to herself and her
daughters.  Kenny was sure that Ron had noticed that, too.
 
     "Mother, Kenny and I were planning to visit Jimmy this
afternoon," Suzie said as the last of the groceries disappeared
into the pantry.
 
     Mrs. Middleton put her hands on  Suzie's shoulders and
looked genuinely sympathetic.  "Suzie, I'm not so sure that's a
good idea now."
 
     Kenny tried to memorize what made that sympathetic look so
convincingly real while Suzie stamped her right foot.  "I haven't
seen Jimmy since his accident, and now I can't go see him again? 
It's not _fair!_"
 
     "Suzanne...."
 
     Ron interrupted.  "Mrs. Middleton, I'll take both of them
there and return both safely home.  Nothing will happen while I'm
with them."
 
     That was exactly what Kenny feared, though Ron didn't mean
what Kenny was thinking.
 
     After several minutes of discussion Mrs. Middleton called
Mrs. McCauley while Caroline and Suzie made sandwiches.  Neither
daughter voiced her usual complaint about the arduous,
back-breaking chore, Suzie because she didn't want to blow her
chance to see Jimmy, and Caroline because she apparently had
out-of-the-house plans of her own.
 
     Mrs. Middleton hung up the phone.  "Wynter's already there,
so Ron can protect all of you at the same time."
 
     Kenny watched Suzie out of the corner of his eye.  Her lips
had clamped together and her face flamed as red as _Studman_'s
cape would be if he were wearing one.  But it was white compared
to how red it became when she learned that Wynter was staying
through the evening while her parents went out to dinner.
 
 
 
                             Sixteen
 
     Ron stood at attention in the door and bowed from the waist. 
"Good afternoon, Future Doctor King.  How's our patient today?"
 
     Wynter grinned and curtsied.  "Good afternoon, Mr. Lopez. 
He's not nearly as difficult as Senor Klutz."
 
     "No," Ron replied, noting from the shape of the bed covers
that she obviously had been sitting on the edge of the bed next
to the keyboard instead of the chair beside it, "I'm sure he
isn't.  Good afternoon, Mr. Less Difficult Patient.  I do hope
your recovery is proceeding with all possible speed.  May I
present my entourage of adoring followers?  They can't get enough
of me.  First the most lovely and gracious flower to ever sprout
on Wheeler Way, Miss Middleton."  He flowed into the room and
swept his arm toward the door in a graceful arc.
 
     Suzie swooped into the room like a puppy learning to walk. 
"Hi, Jimmy," she said in a coquettish tone.  She curtsied in a
manner suggesting she hadn't practiced that maneuver since she
was four.  The way she looked at Wynter when she noticed where
Wynter had been sitting and the absence of a greeting for her
spoke volumes to Ron.  Wynter's "Hi, Suzie!" similarly went
ignored.  Jimmy's cool response was also informative to anyone
who knew him as well as Ron did.
 
     "And last, but certainly least, a boy who was kicked out of
a family of dwarves for being the runt of the litter, and a
future Doctor himself if he can find a desperate enough medical
school with absolutely no standards and a disposition to accept
bribery, Mr. Kevin Kenneth Tayloooor," Ron paused for a dramatic
breath, and then said in a flat, quiet voice, "Junior."
 
     Kenny clomped into the room, gave Ron his best "Your turn's
coming!" look, and then bowed at Wynter.  "Good afternoon, Future
MD King."  After she responded in kind he said, "And good
afternoon, Captain Blackballs the Pirate.  How're they hanging
today?  Or hasn't Wynter removed your jockstrap to let 'em hang
yet?  _*OW!*_"  Ron had thumped the back of his head with a snap
of his forefinger.
 
     "Mind your manners, Possible Future Doctor Kenneth.  There
are ladies present."  That earned him a grinning, red-faced
giggle from Wynter and a very appreciative look and nod from
Suzie.  While the latter wasn't in the same category as the
parting of the Red Sea, Ron knew it was the greatest miracle he
was going to observe that day.  "I must apologize for Kenneth. 
Dwarf children don't learn manners until the age of sixty or so. 
Entourage, you may approach the patient."
 
     Kenny extended his elbow to Suzie and escorted her to the
bedside, where she released his arm and put hers around his
waist.  Kenny's snaked around below her shoulders.  Ron thought
the move looked... he couldn't pin it down.  _Rehearsed_, he
decided.  It wasn't a natural motion.
 
     He spotted the drawing on the nightstand.  "Holy frijole,
kemo sabe!  Where'd this come from?"
 
     A dead person might not have noticed the look Jimmy gave
Wynter, but nobody else could have missed it.  Or the huff from
Suzie.  "It's a get well present from Wynter.  It's the deer and
her baby we saw at the creek Sunday afternoon.  Isn't it
wonderful?"
 
     Ron held the picture before him and let it draw him in.  He
stood in the forest and smelled the musky scent of the deer, the
perfume of the foreground flowers, the tang of the pine needles,
and the richness of the loam where old vegetation decayed,
returning its nutrients to the poor soil.  The blue jay
screeched, while the sparrows twittered.  Porcupine Creek plashed
around the log he remembered just off the right edge of the
picture, and the squirrel's teeth sounded like a tiny buzz saw
ripping through the pine cone.  He opened his mouth to compliment
what he saw.  What came out was a soft, "_Holy shit!_"  He barely
noticed the same comment from Kenny several seconds later.
 
     He pulled himself back into the room with an effort and
looked at Wynter, who had one hand on the edge of Jimmy's bed and
a hopeful, questioning look on her beautiful face.  "No wonder
Senor Klutz can't do anything right.  You have all the talent in
the family.  Is there anything you can't do better than everyone
else?"
 
     Her reply was immediate.  "Oh, sure.  Kenny's much better at
diagnosis.  Jimmy understands organic chemistry better and is
lots better on keyboards, especially with baroque and jazz music. 
And nobody in the whole state is a better swimmer than Suzie,
even if the girl from Alamosa did win last year.  Those judges
made a mistake."
 
     Instead of acknowledging Wynter's compliment, Suzie smirked
at Jimmy and tugged Kenny a little tighter against herself.  That
made it much easier for Ron to sort out the social dynamics as he
replaced the picture on the nightstand and everybody began
talking at once.  Common topics quickly emerged and took over.
 
     When he noticed that Suzie was being left out of the
conversation, he guided it to swimming and skiing, two things he
knew she was interested in and was good at.  But shortly
thereafter, as the only unpaired person in the room, he was
decidedly a fifth wheel.  He excused himself, saying he would see
if Marti needed any help.
 
     He found her dusting the family room.  He grabbed a cloth
and started on the shelves by the patio door without asking her
if she needed help.  He knew what her answer would be if he asked
first, and he wasn't willing to take "No" for an answer. 
"Interesting social dynamic playing out upstairs," he said.
 
     Marti gave him a sly grin.  "You noticed?"
 
     "It's difficult not to notice a porcupine in your soup
tureen."  When she stopped dusting an end table and frowned at
him he added, "It loses a little in the translation."
 
     Her head tilted sideways.  "That's a Mexican proverb?"
 
     He grinned.  "Un unh.  Pig Latin."
 
     "Oh, you....  I swear, Ron.  One of the days I'm going to
realize when you're setting me up.  Nobody's going to blame you
on the milkman instead of Joe.  You're too much like him."
 
     "Thank you!"  For Ron there was no higher praise.  "How much
of that," he indicated the second floor with a jerk of his head,
"have you worked out?  Other than the fact that Wynter and Jimmy
are," he paused, lowered his voice an octave, and said slowly,
"'just friends'."
 
     Ron knew what a happy woman looked like.  Marti McCauley was
a happy woman when she said,  "Oh, they're no longer 'just
friends.'  Now they're 'best friends'."
 
     Ron chuckled.  "It's about time _they_ realized that.  Is
this you?"  He held out the framed photograph he was dusting.
 
     "Yes.  That's Grampa Mercer, my mother's step-dad, holding
me.  I was three."
 
     "So you've been beautiful all your life?  It wasn't just
something you started after you were swept off your feet by my
presence?"
 
     She grinned at him as he replaced the picture the shelf. 
"Do you reuse all of your dad's lines?"
 
     "Most of them.  It's hard to improve on perfection."
 
     "Yeah," she sighed with a nod.  "You do.  I think that's his
favorite one."
 
     "The way I see it," he said, getting back to the subject as
he started in on another shelf, "Jimmy and Wynter are...
_best_... friends.  Suzie's not happy.  She has her sights set on
Jimmy.  But she's made him mad."
 
     "You think so?"
 
     "You ever see him treat somebody with tolerance instead of
respect?"
 
     She thought a moment.  "Just old man... oh.  And he's doing
that with Suzie now?  Must be a new development.  Maybe it's just
because Wynter's his 'best friend' now."
 
     "That's not the Jimmy I know.  Not the one you know, either. 
Something's changed him, and to do that he'd have to be really
mad at her.  Unless he's suddenly become a different person."
 
     She laughed.  "Ron, he's been doing that for over a year,
now.  Something about this town makes you kids reach puberty
early.  But, no, not that different.  You're probably right."
 
     "Suzie's aware of it, too.  I think she's using Kenny to
make Jimmy realize he made a mistake in choosing Wynter over
her."
 
     Marti straightened, placed her hands against the small of
her back, and stretched.  "What makes you think so?"
 
     "Because of the way she's suddenly cuddling up to Kenny. 
She didn't even look at him half the time at her house or after
they got here, but now, upstairs, they have their arms around
each other.  And the whole thing just looks phony."
 
     She thought about that as he moved to the last shelf.  "When
you're done with that one," she said, "I have some iced tea the
way you like it.  And I just happen to have a bag of peppermints,
too.  I'll trade some for details on your summer research
project.  So do you think she's going to take Jimmy away from
Wynter?"
 
     "I think she's going to try, but the Rockies will win the
World Series first.  She's making a huge mistake that's going to
backfire.  Okay, I'm ready for that tea now."  He stood and
folded the cloth.
 
     Marti looked at him for a moment.  "Are you sure you're only
sixteen?"
 
     "Not for another couple of weeks, actually."
 
     She shook her head.  "I swear, Ron, if Jimmy turns out to be
as sharp as you, we might have to shoot him for self-protection."
 
     He grinned.  "I don't think Wynter would let you."
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     _Fuck!_
 
     Suzie knew things could be worse, but at the moment she just
couldn't see how.  If she squeezed Kenny any closer to her left
side she'd bruise her ribs.  She'd maneuvered them farther to
Jimmy's left so that he'd have to look at her instead of Wynter
to his right, but he barely looked at her when she spoke.  And
Kenny was getting almost as little notice, too, as Jimmy's eyes
kept drifting back to... _Her_.
 
     Talk centered around school starting.  She said she hoped
she would share some of her classes with Jimmy so that he could
help her with the difficult ones.  She was counting on
alphabetical seating with no last names between theirs and a lot
of names between "King" and "McCauley."  Jimmy's response was yet
another stupid saying that, as usual, made no sense to her.  He
obviously needed a _lot_ of training.
 
     As soon as Jimmy looked at Wynter again, which wasn't long
at all, she twitched her arm as a signal for Kenny to touch her
boobie.
 
     The stupid dolt thought she was trying to tell him to turn
loose, and he did.  Jimmy was still looking away.  She looked at
Kenny, grabbed his left butt cheek and squeezed hard, and dropped
her eyes to indicate her boobies.
 
     He frowned for a second and then caught on.  All the men she
knew were dolts, but at least this one could follow orders,
unlike Jimmy.  Kenny clasped her upper right arm again and slid
his fingers to contact her boobie.
 
     _Yeah!  Kenny can follow orders._  She hadn't thought about
that.  And he understood subtle, too--more or less.  Unlike the
_other_ man in the room.
 
     Kenny's fingertips made tiny circles against the side of her
boobie.  She felt a jolt like electricity shoot from her boobie
to her cunny.  _Hey, that feels pretty damned good!_  It was even
better than having Jimmy rub the "cramp" out of her leg,
especially since she wasn't wearing a stupid bra.
 
     Jimmy's eyes finally returned to them, only to drop to what
Kenny's hand was doing.  Suzie also saw... _Her_... eyes widen
and stare.  She just knew Little Miss Future MD had no idea of
how good it felt to have your boobies stroked by someone else. 
Little Miss Professional Virgin probably didn't even touch hers
except through a stupid washcloth.  Suzie twitched her arm
slightly--being careful not to scare the dolt off--as a signal to
make bigger circles.
 
     Instead, Kenny's fingers lessened their pressure began
sliding down the curve and underneath, to the bottom, then
returning to the side over period of several seconds.  It was
making her cunny wet.  She remembered how excited she'd been when
he'd almost had his fingers in her panties.  But then his stupid
dad had called and interrupted.  She was surprised to find
herself wishing that he'd had time to get her off first.  Her
clitty was responding to the boobie-stroking with aching need.
 
     She dropped her hand to his butt cheek again, but this time
she merely gave it gentle strokes.  She was on fire now.  She
wondered if there were some way she could let Kenny get her off
before they had to go home.  She was so desperate that she'd even
let him muff dive her right here in front of everybody.  _Who
knows?  It might be fun  Caroline said it was, and she was right
about how Kenny could suck boobies_.
 
     Jimmy's soft voice was more jarring than a dynamite blast. 
"If we're an inconvenience, Wynter and I can go join Ron and Mom,
and you two can use this bed."
 
     Her eyes focused.  She was staring at the wall.  She looked
at him.  He didn't look happy.  And Little Miss Future MD was all
wide-eyed and red in the face.  Suzie guessed you got embarrassed
like that when you'd never had anyone play with your boobies
before.
 
     "What?  Oh.  I guess I got distracted by a _real_ man."
 
     "You mean the kind that knows how to kiss?"
 
     _He remembered!_  She guessed maybe the dolt _could_ grasp
subtle if it was obvious enough.  "Yeah.  Like this." She turned
and grabbed Kenny's face between her hands, opened her mouth, and
pulled him forward. Nobody in the room was more surprised than
Kenny, but he responded immediately.  She made sure that their
faces were turned just _so!_  She made sure that Jimmy could see
her tongue writhing into Kenny's mouth and her sucking his back
into her own. Kenny moaned slightly.  He put one hand behind her
head and the other on her butt, crushing her body to his.  Her
eyes unfocused again.
 
     When Kenny finally drew back, she was gasping for air and
her clitty was demanding attention.  If she'd had Caroline's gift
vibrator, she'd have used it on herself right there on the floor. 
She turned to the two shocked faces, one still bright red, gaping
at them.  "That's how a real man kisses.  Too bad you don't know
how."
 
     "Who says he doesn't?"
 
     She was almost as surprised to hear Wynter speak as she was
at her words.  Wynter's face was still red, but it wasn't red in
the same way as seconds earlier.
 
     "Him?  He wouldn't know a real kiss if he had one.  Or what
to do with it."  She finished with her best smirk, the one she
saved for special occasions.  Like when she was showing up a
rival woman trying to steal _Her Man_.
 
     Wynter continued to glare for a moment, her fists on the
points of her hips.  Then she nodded slightly, as if to herself,
and muttered two words Suzie just knew she'd misunderstood if
they had come from... _Her_.  She sat on the edge of the bed,
facing Jimmy, and wrapped her left arm around Jimmy's neck and
her right around his waist.  He jumped, then relaxed and turned
his head slightly so that his nose wouldn't bump hers as it
closed the distance.  Several long seconds later Suzie heard both
of them moan and then sigh.  More long seconds followed.  Many
more.  Jimmy's arms folded around Wynter, and one hand made slow
circles on her back.
 
     _Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity-fuck, FUCK!_
 
     Something had gone wrong with her plan!  No, not
some_thing_.  Some_one!_  _She_... had interfered.  Now what was
she going to do?  She should have waited.  Trust Little Miss
Perfection to choose _this_ moment to decide to learn how...
 
     _Wait a minute.  Those two know exactly what they're doing. 
This isn't their first time kissing!  FUCK!_
 
     She turned back to Kenny and dropped her hand between them. 
The stupid dolt had a stiffy!  She snarled in a low whisper,
"You're supposed to be helping me, not getting a stiffy from
watching them, damn it!"
 
     Kenny gulped at the feel of her hand squeezing his favorite
toy and shook his head.  "That's not what gave me the boner.  You
did."
 
     She blinked, and then frowned in suspicion.  "Is that a
joke?"
 
     "No," he whispered.  "I got it when you played with my ass. 
I was trying to keep from getting one while I was playing with
your titty, but then you did that and I lost control.  I'm really
horny and it's all because of you.  Honest!"
 
     Suzie stared at him for a moment, then scooted closer and
rubbed her cunny against his crotch.  "Yeah?  Well, you made me
real horny, too.  Listen, um, you think, maybe, you might wanna
go home with me and, um, maybe get away from Mom and, um.... 
Well, you wanna muff dive me?"
 
     Kenny grinned behind his crooked glasses.  "I'd rather eat
you than triple-fudge ice cream," he whispered.
 
     They didn't really need to speak quietly.  Nobody else in
the room was paying them the slightest bit of attention.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     Wynter felt her face redden as soon as Kenny and Suzie left. 
"You, um, aren't mad at me for doing that, are you?"
 
     Jimmy's familiar grin sat under dinner-plate-sized eyes and
made her heart feel too big for her chest as one of his hands
closed over hers.  "Heck no!  It's what I wanted to do with you,
but I was afraid you'd be mad at me if I did it 'cause it would
be too personal or something.  Wow!  It was even better than I'd
imagined, and it was so... so... so _special!_  And it was okay
for you to kiss me in front of them.  I figured Kenny wouldn't
say anything after, um, after what he'd been doing."
 
     She felt the red vanish as her smile spread.  "Yeah, it
really was special!  And I thought so, too.  About Kenny.  So
that's why I did it."
 
     His shy grin spread wider.  "Well, you can do it again if
you want to."
 
     Did she ever!  She crushed his body to hers, opened her
mouth, and poked his lips with her tongue, then let his into her
mouth for the second time ever.  He wasn't as good as Daddy with
his technique, but it was heavenly just the same.  And Daddy had
said that she should teach him to be better at kissing.  She
decided to show him by example and forced his tongue back into
his mouth.  As she writhed her tongue around his and swept it
behind his teeth she felt a brief pang.  She wished Jimmy would
rub her tits--no, her _breasts_; Jimmy was to polite to say
"tits"--the way Kenny had rubbed Suzie's.
 
     And that thought made her mad at herself.  Jimmy was too
polite to do that, and here she was, selfishly wishing he'd
change just to meet her needs.  It wasn't fair of her to do that. 
Well, she couldn't apologize directly to him in words because she
didn't want to embarrass him, but she could do so with her
actions.  She forced her anger into her tongue and it exploded
with renewed energy.
 
     Jimmy first did a muffled gasp of surprise and then the
longest, happiest sigh she had ever heard.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     Kenny was trying desperately not to hump the mattress and
bring about an orgasm as Suzie's hands crushed his face into her
hot, wet slit.  Her pubic bone banged his nose twice as she
humped violently, distracting him from the sparse, thin,
reddish-blonde hairs that were tickling his eyelids.  He sure had
enjoyed the view when he was able to keep his eyes open, but
Suzie's right hand had tried to shove his head up her twat on
each of her three orgasms.  Her left was holding a pillow over
her mouth to keep from attracting her mother's unwanted
attention.
 
     Suzie had wanted him to wrap his arms around her legs while
he ate her, but that would have meant covering his ears with her
thighs.  One of them had to listen for Mrs. Middleton's approach,
and he knew Suzie wouldn't be able to.  Especially not with her
head under a pillow.  As a temporary compromise she had pushed
her shorts and panties down to her knees and pulled her feet up
to her butt.  She couldn't remove them because of her mother's
presence in the house.
 
     Kenny had promised that if she liked being eaten, he'd come
back when her mother was out and hold her legs however she liked
it for as long as she wanted.  She'd readily agreed, on the
condition that she liked being muff dived.
 
     Kenny knew a return trip was in the bag.  As she began to
relax, he pulled his face back and opened his eyes.  Her wet,
dark pink cunt lay open an inch from his nose.  It pulsed twice,
looking exactly like someone gasping for breath and pushing her
mouth forward as she exhaled.  After it stopped pulsing he kissed
the small, gaping hole and the short, reddish inner lips, gave
everything one upward slurp, and kissed her clit.  She jerked and
giggled.
 
     This was about as close to heaven he was going to get today,
unless Dick and Will got their hands on him and sent him there
with a one-way ticket.  But Ron's dad had called as they were
leaving Jimmy's and said that Dick had held up a convenience
store in Granby, and that Will had been seen in their stolen car. 
Ron's dad thought they would try to flee the state.  Ron hadn't
been so sure, but he was certain that they would hide somewhere
and avoid town for a few days, probably a few weeks.
 
     As she pulled the pillow from her face, he wiped his upper
lip.  He found a mixture of pussy juice and saliva instead of
blood from his nose as he had half expected.  "How was that?" he
asked as she pushed her torso up to rest on her elbows.  One look
at her face and understood the meaning of a woman looking "fresh
fucked."  It was a much brighter look than he'd seen on
Caroline's face.
 
     Suzie giggled.  "I hope Mom has to go somewhere before next
week's shopping trip."
 
     "Better than a vibrator, huh?"
 
     She frowned from her nose up.  Below that she couldn't stop
grinning.  "How do you know about my vibrator?"
 
     _Oh, shit.  Now what, Bigmouth?_  He stammered until he came
up with an idea.  "Well, I was sorta making a joke.  I mean....
Well, everybody jokes that girls keep vibrators under the
mattress.  Like Caroline does.  You mean it's true?"
 
     The smile crept back up the rest of her face.  "Oh.  Well,
yeah.  But I don't keep it under the mattress."
 
     _She bought it!_  "You, uh, wanna break some more new
ground?" he asked, rising to his knobby knees and tugging
suggestively on his zipper.
 
     "We don't have to," he added, trying to look at least as
disappointed as he felt, though muff diving Suzie had put an
almost indelible smile on his face, too.  "I just thought you'd
like to practice.  For when you get to do Jimmy, of course."
 
     She seemed to frown for an instant.  "Well, yes.  I guess. 
But we might be pushing our luck with my stupid mother if we both
have our pants down."
 
     He thought she sounded a little disappointed.  Too bad
Caroline wasn't home.  He'd give her another twenty bucks if
she'd distract Mrs. Middleton for thirty minutes.  He liked
eating Suzie more than he'd enjoyed eating Caroline.  Suzie even
tasted better.  He wanted to see if her little twat was as tight
around his peewee pecker as it had been to his tongue and
fingers.
 
     Her voice faded as she continued.  "Well, I could, um, well,
you know...."  The last was unintelligible.
 
     He shook his head.  "I didn't hear you."
 
     She sighed.  "I said I could give you 'fee-lo-she-oh.'  You
know.  Blow you.  Maybe."
 
     _YES!!!_  He shrugged.  "Well, if you think you'd like to. 
I wouldn't want you to do anything you wouldn't like, as much as
I'd love to have you do it."  That was the corniest line he'd
ever heard, but Caroline swore that it would work on Suzie.  And
she'd been right with every other suggestion.
 
     "Well, you did get me off three times.  I guess it's only
fair.  But lemme get my shorts back up first, in case Mom shows
up."
 
     Kenny helped, first kissing the small, thin patch of fuzz on
the front of her mound, and then each of her lips, her hole, and
her clit before giving everything a slurp with his tongue and
then tugging her panties and shorts down from her upraised knees. 
Suzie moaned at every contact, then lifted her butt and tugged
her clothing the last few inches into place.
 
     Kenny kissed her twat through her shorts, just for good
measure.  He thought it might seem sincere.  And, in truth, he
had sincerely enjoyed muff diving her.
 
     They experimented with positioning, fully clothed, of
course, and settled on him sitting on the edge of the bed.  She
knelt in front of him and unzipped his shorts.  He let her fish
it out, telling her that was what guys liked and that she should
practice on him so that she didn't hurt Jimmy when she got the
chance.
 
     He almost came in her hand.
 
     She pulled it through the fly.  "Looks kinda weird," she
observed as she twisted and turned it.
 
     He talked her through he mechanics of a hand job--briefly,
because he wanted to feel her mouth around it before he came--and
then watched her head lower.  She kissed the tip before she
opened her mouth and lowered her head around it.
 
     It was almost like fucking Caroline, but she finally closed
her mouth, putting needed warmth and pressure on it, and rubbed
the sensitive underside with her tongue.
 
     "Uh, oh," he moaned.  "I'm so horny I can't hold back much
longer."  Ten seconds later the pleasure wave hit him.  "_No,
don't stop!_" he groaned as her head pulled back.  He had to hump
his ass because she closed her mouth around it and did nothing
more.
 
     When it was over and he was able mutter, "Okay," she pulled
back.  Her lips were tightly closed and her cheeks bulged.  He'd
never shot that much before.  She grabbed a tissue from the
nightstand and spat a tiny amount of liquid into it.  That was
more like it.  Her mouth had been full of air.
 
     "That was wonderful," he mumbled as he fell back on the bed. 
And it really was.  It wasn't all that _great_, but any time
Kenny got off was _wonderful_.  Okay, so she needed practice
giving head before she'd be as good as Caroline.  He was willing
to be her practice dummy.
 
     It was the least he could do for her.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     "_Holy shit!_"  Keith McCauley wasn't even aware that he'd
whispered the soft words.  The cartoon had shown talent and
skill, but this....  Keith regretted never attending college. 
But as he looked at this new drawing, he realized that even
college wouldn't have given him the words to describe what he was
seeing or the feelings it evoked.
 
     "Dad?"
 
     He tore his eyes away and looked at his son's face.  It
found a look of curious expectation.  "What?"
 
     "Nothing.  It's just that you haven't moved for a couple of
minutes."
 
     Wynter laughed.  "When Daddy does that, we call it 'going
someplace else'."
 
     _A couple of minutes?_  "Oh.  I was in the trees.  Just...
just looking around.  Wynter, this is unbelievable.  Marti said
you'd given Jimmy something spectacular for a present.  I think
she grossly understated it."  He put the drawing back on the
nightstand, not without a feeling of regret, and opened his arms
to her.  With the soft smile that was so endearing on her coral
lips she stepped into the hug and wrapped her arms about his
waist.
 
     "Thank you," she said.
 
     "Thank you for caring enough about Jimmy to draw that for
him.  I wish I had a daughter as talented as you."  He remembered
the looks on their faces when he had entered the room.  They'd
obviously been "swapping spit", even if they were practicing
music on Jimmy's electronic keyboard.  "Maybe someday I will."
 
     Her arms squeezed him tighter.  "I was just trying to cheer
him up.  That's what best friends do for each other."
 
     He released her and lowered his face to hers, whispering,
"Well, I'll tell you a secret:  nobody else cheers him up the way
you do."  He was pleased to see that she didn't blush or look
away this time.
 
     Marti had said that something had happened between Jimmy and
Suzie that had strained that relationship.  He didn't dislike the
girl, who certainly didn't have Caroline's reputation, but he was
far happier that his son had been swapping spit with Wynter. 
He'd been taken by the girl within the first five minutes of
meeting her, wishing for the first time that he had a daughter
just like her.  Today's wish had been number....  Well, however
many times it had been that he'd seen her since she moved down
the street.
 
     Wynter  grinned at him.  "I've had lots of practice cheering
up patients."
 
     "Perhaps so.  I'd be just as happy, though, if you didn't
have to cheer up Richard and Jimmy as patients after this."
 
     "Me, too," she said with a firm nod and an exasperated sigh. 
"They're bad enough when they're well.  When they're hurt, they
are worse than puppies."
 
     He drew back in mock horror.  "Then remind me never to have
to be your patient!  Listen, Marti said supper will be in about
half an hour.  I hear you're brightening out table with your
presence.  I have to go clean up now, and then I'll help you
downstairs, son.  Mom said you wanted to eat at the table
tonight."
 
     Jimmy grinned and nodded.  "I didn't want to leave Wynter
alone with the two of you."
 
     Of that, Keith had no doubt.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     "To us," Angie repeated as she rang her wine glass against
Richard's.  It was her favorite cabernet sauvignon and it was
wonderfully warm and bright to her taste buds.  She presented her
glass.  "To our daughter," she said.
 
     "To our daughter," Richard repeated.  He tapped her glass
and they sipped again.  This time Richard presented his glass
 
     She saw the sly smile on his face and realized what was
coming.  She spoke in unison with him.  "To our future
son-in-law."  She certainly hoped that was the case, but if
things didn't work out between Wynter and Jimmy, she prayed that
her daughter would find another like him.
 
     She started to return her glass to the table, but Richard
checked her with a shake of his head.  "One more," he said, and
she raised it again.  "To peace and quiet in the house."
 
     She could toast that one all night long.  Or until she
passed out, whichever happened first.  It was such a relief not
having Diane and Bob in the house that she finally realized just
how much of a strain their presence had really been.  And,
fortunately, they hadn't called since they'd left.  She pushed
the thought out of her mind.  The night was too special to waste
any of it thinking about The Weird Couple.  Richard had brought
her to The Bighorn for a special romantic evening, and she wasn't
going to waste another moment of it thinking about those two
clowns, even if a part of the purpose was to celebrate their
departure.
 
     "To peace and quiet in the house."  The salad arrived as she
set her glass on the table.  She waited for the waitress to add a
touch of fresh ground pepper and a little grated romano cheese
and then waited as she served Richard.  When he lifted his salad
fork, Angie picked up hers.  He gave her a special look before
spearing his first bite, one that said he still loved her after
all these years together.
 
     Life just couldn't get any better than this.  She raised a
cherry tomato on her fork and dipped her head in appreciation to
him.  Before the morsel touched her lips an all-too-familiar
voice in the direction of the entrance screeched, "Shut _up_ you
_idiot!_"
 
 
 
                            Seventeen
 
     Wynter couldn't believe it.  Daddy told her that Mother's
special night out had almost been ruined by The Weird Couple, who
hadn't left town after all.  When Mother had pointed out that she
and Daddy had a table for two and it wasn't big enough for all of
them, Aunt Dumb wanted to pull her table over to make a larger
one.  When the hostess said there wasn't room to do that and
besides that, Aunt Dumb's table was in the next section, her
crazy Aunt had demanded a bigger table for all five of them,
counting Baby Christopher.  When one wasn't available because the
restaurant was full and people were waiting for a seat, Aunt Dumb
told her to move the people at the next table, who were in the
middle of their meal.  When the hostess said she couldn't her
crazy aunt had berated--another grown-up word she decided she
liked--the lady for incompetence and not planning ahead like she
always did at the truck stop restaurant.
 
     Daddy said that Mother suddenly became very calm, as if
watching everything on a television program.  Mother told Aunt
Dumb that they were celebrating the fact that she had been thrown
out of their house, but that they could change it to a
celebration of her being thrown out of the restaurant because the
owner was a good friend of Daddy's.  Fortunately, Aunt Dumb
didn't know that the owner lived in Boise and that Daddy had
never met him.
 
     Mother said that Daddy left an extra big tip, saying half of
it was for the hostess because of the way Aunt Dumb had treated
her.  Wynter felt good about that.  Daddy was always so
thoughtful.
 
     Wynter wanted to be thoughtful, too.  She volunteered to
give up her following Friday night with Daddy, in addition to
this one, so that they could have a special night without Aunt
Dumb showing up and ruining it.  Mother declined and said the
offering was more than enough of a gift because it showed that
somebody respected her feelings.  She said that at that moment,
the respect for her feelings meant even more to her than a night
with Daddy.  Wynter thought that was a very grown-up response and
filed it away for future use.
 
     The next two weeks were a blur of activity.
 
     Dick pulled two more robberies, one near Steamboat Springs
and one in Rawlins, Wyoming.  People began to relax, saying that
it was clear that the pair had fled the state.  Wynter and her
friends were allowed more freedom.
 
     On Monday Jimmy felt like walking to the flat rock, where
they lay next to each other and watched the birds and fish and
bugs.  They talked about school starting, and Jimmy told her more
of what to expect.  Wynter was a little nervous about actually
attending school for the first time instead of being home
schooled, but Jimmy eased her fears.  They wanted to take the
same classes and hoped that they could have the same schedules so
that he could be there to help her.  Neither brought up Suzie's
actions with Kenny last Friday.  But they kissed.  Wynter loved
hearing Jimmy's sigh every time she gave him a lover's kiss.  And
the "Mmmm" of satisfaction he made after just quick pecks made
her heart swell, too.
 
     Daddy bought her an electronic keyboard, based on Jimmy's
recommendations, and the "best friends" started practicing music
together.  They bought several Tangerine Dream CDs and began
studying the group's techniques.  Mrs. Evers also loaned them
several other CDs, saying that she thought they'd especially like
Cusco, since it was founded by a former Tangerine Dream member. 
She was right.  Wynter couldn't decide which group she liked
best.  When Mrs. Evers learned that Wynter played the piano, she
added David Lanz's albums to the mix and told Wynter that it was
possible to buy sheet music of his works.  Amazon had a lot of
e-business that evening.
 
     Sometimes Jimmy would play his electronic keyboard while she
played the piano.  By the time school started she had begun to
learn _Eagle's Path_, with Jimmy playing the guitar accents on
his keyboard.  She was still struggling with parts of the sheet
music while he had learned the guitar part in a day just by
listening to it.  Then he explained how to "feel the notes" in
her fingers and to let them play instead of concentrating so hard
on the sheet music.  She didn't know why, but it worked.  A
couple of days later she realized that in her drawings she "felt
the pictures" in her fingers and just let them draw instead of
concentrating so hard on the blank paper in front of her.  It
opened a whole new door for her.  Jimmy's reward was the biggest
and best kiss she could possibly manage.
 
     On Friday he suggested she play her flute while he
accompanied her, since he'd never heard her play it.  She didn't
want to make mistakes on her flute in front of him and tried to
find a way to turn down the idea.  He sensed her discomfort and
said it was just an idea and that they didn't have to do so if
she didn't want to.  "I think you should know," he added, "that
if you change your mind, it's okay, and that if you're worried
about your technique, that's okay, too.  You don't have to be
perfect for me to like you.  You just have to be you."
 
     Those words were the last thoughts in her mind as she
drifted off to sleep.
 
     The following Monday was Labor Day.  Instead of having a
picnic in the park like everyone else, the King family trekked to
their old home in the mountains.  The Golds, the elderly couple
who bought it, had invited them to come up and enjoy the fields
and woods again before cold weather and snow settled in.  The
McCauley family joined them.  Jimmy wasn't very comfortable
during the bumpy gravel road portion of the journey.  Wynter saw
the discomfort in his eyes, but he didn't complain. He was happy
to be going to where Wynter was born and had grown up. 
Fortunately the rough part was less than a mile.
 
     The creek that crossed their former property also had a big
flat rock.  There Wynter had dangled her feet in the water and
practiced her flute, away from the house where nobody but Dragon
could hear her mistakes.  She showed Jimmy the rock and told him. 
He smiled and nodded, saying with that simple gesture that he
understood and also saying that he hadn't changed his mind about
what he'd told her on Friday.  She didn't know how she knew that
second part, but she did know that it was what he was telling
her.  It was almost like she was sharing his thoughts.
 
     They spread out the picnic blankets near that rock, in the
shade of the trees lining the banks.  Dragon was so happy to have
his fields to run through that he almost ignored the food.  Daddy
and Mr. McCauley brought gloves and baseballs and played catch
while "the three women" organized the food "under Jimmy's
supervision."
 
     After they ate, everyone played Frisbee, even Dragon, who
would chase it down when it sailed off in the distance.  Once it
landed in the creek, and Dragon plunged in after it.  Dragon took
it to Mr. McCauley, released it into his grasp, and then shook
the water from his fur.  Wynter thought Mr. McCauley looked more
like a schoolboy than like Jimmy's father when that happened.  He
went chasing after Dragon, saying he was going to "get him." 
After that, Dragon started looking at Mr. McCauley with much the
same look he'd always given Jimmy.
 
     As they packed up, the air grew slightly chilly, as if
reminding everyone that it was the first day of September and
summer was ending.  They chatted briefly with the Golds.  Wynter
showed Jimmy the house, and in her old room they kissed.  Then
they returned to town.
 
     Wynter was really and truly disappointed that, after such a
nice day, she hadn't been able to kiss Jimmy good-bye.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     Griffin Middle School was on the southwest corner where
Seabridge Trail met Cheyenne Road, a half-mile east of Jimmy's
house and one block west of Kenny's, unless you counted the
half-block from Kenny's house north to Seabridge.  When she asked
Jimmy whether she should count the extra half-block, he told her
that it depended on whether she meant travel distance or direct
distance.  She'd never thought of it that way.
 
     Tuesday was only a half-day and was registration, class
assignments, orientation, and other administrative details.  She
was thrilled to be assigned a locker next to Jimmy's, and if he
wasn't pleased, too, he sure did a good job of faking it.  Most
of her classes coincided with Jimmy's.  She was disappointed that
while one had English the other had PE.
 
     "Well, we couldn't shower together anyway," Jimmy said
absently as he studied his class schedule.  Then he realized what
he said and turned bright red.  He tried to stammer an apology,
but she said, "You aren't Kenny.  I know what you meant."  He
looked so relieved she wanted to kiss him right there in front of
everybody.
 
     She knew several of the girls and a couple of the guys in
her classes, as well as a few in the fifth, sixth, and eighth
grades.  Some of the girls were really friendly.  Others started
out friendly and then cooled.  Jimmy said the pecking order was
developing.  She had to have him explain that.
 
     She liked most of her teachers, but especially her science
teacher, Mr. Shelby, a short, somewhat heavy little man with his
black hair pulling back at the temples, gray above his ears, and
a twinkle in his eye like he was about to play a trick on
everyone.  Jimmy said he was the best teacher in the whole school
and also the friendliest.  Jimmy introduced her to Mr. Shelby
when he was showing her where all the classrooms were located. 
He told Mr. Shelby that Wynter was a Future MD, and he grinned so
big she thought his neatly-trimmed mustache was going to slide
right up his nose.
 
     "You and Kenny!  Excellent!  I hope to have more lined up by
the time this school year is over.  You'd be doing me a big favor
if you could talk Jimmy into becoming one as well.  I wanted to
be a doctor, you know, but they wouldn't take me for physical
reasons."
 
     Wynter was shocked.  Mr. Shelby didn't seem to have any
physical limitations, even at his age now.  "You have a handicap? 
They shouldn't keep you out of medical school for that."
 
     Jimmy, who was grinning broadly, shook his head.  "Not that. 
The only reason he wanted to go to medical school was to give
physicals to all the girls.  This is what Kenny's going to be
like if he ever grows up."
 
     "Why should he?" Mr. Shelby snorted, looking over his
glasses at Jimmy.  "I never did.  Do you play chess?"  When his
head snapped around she realized he was asking her.
 
     "No, sir.  Well, I know the pieces and how they move, but I
never really learned."
 
     "I wouldn't teach her if I were you," Jimmy warned.
 
     The dark eyebrows arched.  "And why not?
 
     "'Cause you don't like to lose to anyone younger than you,
and the way Wynter does everything better than anyone else,
she'll be winning every game after a couple of weeks."
 
     His look turned to one of admiration.  "Really?  Excellent!" 
Then he looked at the two of them, and she saw that same look
she'd seen on Daddy's face and Mrs. McCauley's and Ron's.  "I
take it you two are, um...  best friends, right?"
 
     "Yes, sir."
 
     He laughed when they spoke in unison.  "Then I look forward
to having you both in my class.  That makes three people I won't
have to try keeping awake right after lunch."
 
     "Three?"  Jimmy asked.
 
     "Kenny."
 
     Wynter didn't exactly understand what Jimmy mumbled, but she
knew that it was a good thing that Mr. Shelby didn't understand
the words, either.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     Kenny didn't get lucky again until Tuesday, and then they
had to take their bicycles to the park.  They slipped off into
the trees hand-in-hand, stopping when they reached a secluded
thicket.  Kenny searched the treetops until Suzie asked him what
he was looking for.
 
     "Ron."
 
     She helped him look.  Finally they decided they were alone. 
Kenny leaned back on a large rock.  She dropped her shorts and
panties and gave them to him to hold.  She straddled his face and
humped it until she came twice.  Then she sat bare-assed on the
rock and blew him, carefully spitting out his tiny load
afterward.   She wiped her mouth, frowned, and said, "I suppose
you want to do me now?"
 
     "Of course I do," he replied.  Then he uttered the most
difficult words he'd ever said in his life.  "But not now.  Not
here.  I want it to be something special just for you, where I
can hold you just the way you want and you can be comfortable and
enjoy it."
 
     She looked at him for the first time as if she no longer
considered him to be a walking slime mold.  "Really?"
 
     "All I want to do is make you happy, Suzie."
 
     She smiled at him.  Really and truly smiled at him.  And
then she rode his face to a huge third orgasm, after which she
blew him a second time.  This time she swallowed.
 
     Kenny thought he'd have to wait until Friday to fuck her,
but the next day she called him at Jimmy's house to say her
mother was going to take Gramma Binns to a doctor's appointment
and for him to hurry over.  He hurried, telling Jimmy that he had
to provide emergency medical assistance to a patient dying of
terminal horniness.  Jimmy, who still wouldn't admit whether he'd
seen Wynter's tits or not, didn't say anything except, "Good
bye."
 
     He saw Mrs. Middleton turn south onto Ninth Street as he
approached Funderburg Way.  He pedaled faster, turning onto
Wheeler Way in a wide, sweeping arc, and arrived at Suzie's house
out of breath.  She met him at the front door, horniness glowing
in her eyes, and said he'd cool down faster if he came to her
room and removed his clothes.  He wasn't sure that would cool him
down, especially if she removed hers, too.
 
     She was nervous when she lay back on the bed.  He told his
peewee pecker to wait just a little longer while he lifted her
legs, wrapped his arms around them, and buried his face in her
steaming little twat.  She almost ripped his arms out of their
sockets when she came, but her nervousness left and was replaced
by more hornies.
 
     He moved above her, his arms behind her knees and his hands
to either side of her shoulders.  "Would you like to put me in?"
he asked afraid that he was going to cum, if not while waving in
the air over her sparse reddish-blonde bush, then as soon as she
touched him.  "That way I know I won't hurt you and you can enjoy
every minute of it just the way you like."
 
     That corny line still worked.  She slid the head between her
lightly-furred lips, positioned it, and  said, "Okay."
 
     He eased it in.  She was so much tighter than Caroline that
he almost came before his balls bumped her butt.  Half a minute
later he was short-stroking and then he came.  He vaguely
realized he should apologize for cumming too quickly.  "I was
overwhelmed by how good you are compared to Caroline," he added,
using his phony mask of genuine sincerity for extra effect.
 
     She pulled his face to hers and rammed her tongue down his
throat.  His erection, which had been growing flaccid inside her,
sprang to full tumescence.  Ten minutes later they were gasping
for air as he told her how good she had been, which was true, and
how he hoped he'd pleased her as much as she'd pleased him, which
was intended to gather invitations for repeat performances.
 
     On Friday her mom went shopping as usual, and they
experimented with different positions.  Caroline suddenly
appeared near the end of the first hour, not bothering to knock
before entering.  Kenny was banging her doggie style, his hands
on her hips, pulling her backward as he slammed forward.  Not
that you could work up much of a slam over that short distance.
 
     Suzie started to fuss, but Caroline held up a leather belt
and said, "I thought you might want to try this."  Suzie thanked
her instead and then listened to tips on the best way to position
herself for doggie style from a short dick.  "No offense meant,"
she said to Kenny.  "It'll grow.  This time next year Suzie will
be humping a whole new dick."
 
     _Maybe_, thought Kenny.  _Or maybe I'll just keep her around
if I haven't found someone better_.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     Suzie wasn't too thrilled with school starting.  She never
was.  She had science and math classes with Jimmy.  And... _Her_. 
The former didn't excite her as much as she thought it would, and
the latter didn't really bother her.  She was more excited that
she had most of her classes with Kenny.  She decided she'd be
better off with Kenny in her classes anyway.
 
     Because... well... because he would be available to help
her, while Jimmy would be distracted by Wynter, of course.  That
was why she was excited to have Kenny taking classes with her. 
It was the only reason she liked having the knobby-kneed little
dwarf in her classes.  He could follow orders and would do
anything to please her.  And he didn't make demands; he just
accepted any sex she wanted to give him as if it were the most
precious thing on Earth to him, and he was happy just to make her
happy.
 
     Unlike Jimmy, who seemed to care only about what Miss Future
MD could do for him.  She guessed maybe she was lucky that she
had escaped being saddled by someone who cared only about his
needs and nothing about hers.  Or... _Hers_.  She was lucky that
Kenny came along wanting nothing more than whatever it took to
please Suzie Middleton.  And that was the _only_ reason why she
was excited about Kenny.
 
     Who, she decided, also needed a lot of work.  Fortunately
for Kenny, she was there to straighten him out and make him
presentable for...  well, for whoever got him in the future. 
When he was a rich doctor.  When he was looking for a woman to
make happy by doing whatever she wanted whenever she wanted it
and the way she wanted it, while also providing her plenty of
money to spend on whatever she wanted for herself.
 
     _Yeah_.
 
                              ~ ~ ~
 
     On Friday the four friends decided that Saturday would be
spent in Hargus City, the mining ghost town in the hills south of
the city, west of the county road that led to Wynter's old home. 
It might be their last big adventuring expedition of the year
because the chill in the air was increasing.  Jimmy was looking
forward to the ride on his new bike.  His father had decided he
was outgrowing his old one, and it was best to replace it now
rather than repair it.  Going by bikes instead of having Wynter's
father take them meant Dragon wouldn't be able to accompany them. 
Wynter was disappointed for Dragon's sake, but she remembered
that he'd been able to run through his fields again that Monday. 
It made her feel less upset about his being left out.
 
     Except for Suzie they did all their homework on Friday
night.  They left early Saturday morning.  Three of them wore
large backpacks that made them feel like gypsies.  Suzie had a
small one with little more than food and drinks in it, and she
was complaining about the weight by the time they traveled the
couple of blocks to Merv Elementary School on Eleventh Street. 
Kenny and Jimmy wore sheathed knives, while Wynter carried a
small folding knife in her pack.  They skirted to the west and
south of the downtown area.  As Seventh curved eastward to become
Timmers Trail they saw a road crew building the stretch of
Buffalo Road from Twelfth southeast to Sixth.  Buffalo Road,
currently in several sections, would eventually be the main route
around the southern side of the town.  They wondered if Jimmy's
dad was out there with that crew since he was supposed to be on
the sites today.  Hargus City was due south of them at that
point, but they'd need ropes and pitons to climb the almost
vertical rock face just beyond Buffalo Road.
 
     They turned south when at Dunne Drive, which what was First
Street was called in that new part of town.  After two blocks
they had to stop at Dunne High School while Suzie caught her
breath.  Bicycling with a backpack didn't use the same muscles as
swimming, but it did tell Suzie that she was out of shape.  She
decided Kenny was going to take her to the indoor pool in Otter
Park on a regular basis and help her work out so she'd be ready
for the spring swim meets.
 
     At the hills south of the high school, Dunne Drive began
climbing up to Wynter's old home.  South of an existing
four-block section of Buffalo Road they turned right onto Hargus
Road.  It crossed Panner's Creek and ended after about five
blocks.  From there it was a dirt trail to Panner's Creek again. 
The unsafe, rickety wooden bridge had been fenced off three years
earlier.  It had yet to be torn down, but it looked as if it
would collapse on its own at any minute.  They crossed the
virtually dry creek just below the bridge and began the
switchbacks up to the small ghost town.
 
     Little was left but rock foundations and a few stone walls. 
It was too isolated for human vandals to come here and destroy
things.  It was disappearing thanks to the vandalism of time and
natural forces.  Scavengers had carried off most of the items
that had been left behind, but occasionally the weather uncovered
hints that people had once lived here.  Jimmy's Uncle Jim had
found a one dollar gold piece about twenty years earlier.  Since
then people had found only corroded pennies and nickels and
occasional buttons and forks and spoons and other everyday items. 
Some signs remained, the paint so worn and flaked away that it
was impossible to tell what they had once said.
 
     They discussed how people had lived there and what life must
have been like.  To everyone else's amazement, Suzie found the
topic fascinating and contributed her own ideas.
 
     To the west of the small town was the entrance of the mine
in the face of a small bluff.  Wynter's father said that the ore
vein had traveled almost horizontally and the main shaft extended
toward the middle of Buffalo Peak.  It had been a rich vein, but
not a large one.  Hargus City was born and died in a decade.
 
     The entrance to the mine was fenced off and had warning
signs.  Their parents had again cautioned them to stay out of the
mine.  Wynter's father stressed that he would never again enter
it because of the danger.  The supporting timbers were rotting
away, and the shaft could collapse on its own at any moment.  Any
disturbance as minor as nudging a supporting timber could cause a
catastrophe.  They four friends stayed well away.
 
     And thus they did not see that the fence had been pulled
loose from one post and carelessly reattached with short sections
of wire.  Four eyes watched them from within the gloom.  One
spoke in a nasal voice.  "Well, well.  Pencildick and Bug Boy
without their guardian Angel.  And this time they brought us two
bitches."
 
CONTINUED IN WYNTER & JIMMY PART THREE: BOYFRIENDS & GIRLFRIENDS
 
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