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Spitfire and Messerschmitt

Chapter 42 :: Happy Birthday

As we walked towards the restaurant, Mercedes and Shellie linked
arms with me, and I walked with a happy smile on my face.  It was
the steakhouse that I liked, I was with people I liked, and if I
couldn't study, at least I had an arm around each of them.

Just inside the door, Mom was waiting.  "Davey," she told me, "go
see if you can pry your father out of the bar.  The table's
ready."

I let loose of my friends and headed off to the bar area.  Dad
was sitting at a table a few feet away from a TV, President Bush
larger than life, was making a speech.  He was staring at the
screen morosely, and only when I cleared my throat did he look at
me.

He reached down and finished his beer and stood up.  "The table's
ready?" he asked.

"Yes, sir."  I waved at the TV.  "Anything interesting?"

"If you were a couple of years older, I'd be concerned.  Of all
the things Wanda has talked about, joining the military isn't one
of them.  Jeez, I hope we get this wrapped before you get out of
high school."

"I read someplace that last time the war only lasted a hundred
hours."

He laughed.  "Then we turned our backs and walked away.  A whole
lot of people ended up dead, thinking we'd back them.  The one
thing you never want to do is ally yourself with the US if you're
fighting your government.  We have a long history of leaving our
allies in the lurch.  Ask the Cubans, the Vietnamese, and now the
Iraqis.

"Come along, Davey."

He turned away from the TV, even though I didn't think Bush was
anywhere near finished talking.  We walked through the restaurant
and Dad made a turn and headed for a door.  Just before we got to
it, I felt his hand on my back.  I was a little disconcerted; Dad
wasn't much into touching.  Other people would hug and the like
when they met, but not him.

I started to slow and his hand turned into a solid bar,
propelling me through the door ahead of him.

"Happy Birthday!" a dozen voices shouted.  I wanted to stop and
let my jaw hit the floor, but Dad's hand was still pushing me
forward.

A surprise party!  For me?  My first ever birthday party!  I was
stunned.  I laughed at myself.  They'd fooled me good; it was a
day early and I'd suspected nothing!

All the usual study group, plus Mercedes' parents and a surprise,
Shellie's parents as well.

It was surprisingly relaxed after that.  There was a lot of
conversation, although the conversation was heavily segregated
between the adults and those of us in high school.

I was careful, thinking about the time I'd had chocolate meringue
pie here, deciding that so long as I was going to be a pig, I'd
go the entire distance.  Except instead of a dessert menu they
brought out a small chocolate cake with fourteen candles on top.

I'd read in a book once that you could hold your breath a long
time if you breathed deep for a few seconds in advance.  I
started taking deliberate deep breaths, and a few seconds later I
learned it was true... it worked!  I got all of the candles in
one pass.

"What did you wish for, Davey?" Shellie asked.

I waved around the room.  "I was greedy.  I want more of this --
good friends, good family, and good times."

"Bravo!" Ruy d'Silva said, clapping.  "Ladies and gentlemen, to
good friends, good family and good times!" He lifted his glass in
a toast, and we all scrambled for our glasses and we toasted each
other.

Then Dad lifted his glass to me.  "And of course, a toast for the
birthday boy.  Congratulations, Davey!"

Another toast and I was feeling mellow and happy.

Wanda looked at the mess on the table.  "I told Mom that we could
have done this just as easily at home.  She told me we could...
but she wasn't going to lift a finger to help with either the
cooking or the dishes.  So Shellie and I made the cake.  Now,
Davey, I understand that there's another person who has a
birthday today."

"Yes, Chris' birthday is today," I told her.

"Then I say, let's gather up a few of your friends and hustle
over there.  It just so happens that while Shellie and I were
baking a cake, we decided to practice on some cupcakes as well. 
We'll surprise her, too!"

Emily pled fatigue, going home with Mom and Dad.  While the rest
were making their goodbyes Wanda led us outside and back to her
car.

"Patty-cake, eh?" I asked once we were all seated and Wanda had
the engine running.

"Of course, Davey.  I didn't want to say anything about it in
front of the adults, but I've never been much good in the
kitchen.  I fake it, okay, but I'm just not good at it.  I'm
pleased to say that as bad as I am, I can't begin to compare with
Shellie.  She dropped two cups of flour on the floor.  A few
minutes later, a raw egg.  We spent half the time cleaning the
kitchen floor."

"I said I was sorry," Shellie said, sticking her tongue out at
Wanda.

"Shellie, girl, your apology is accepted.  Whenever my mother
gets on my case about my lack of ability in the kitchen, I'm
going to invite you over for some more patty-cake."

We all laughed at that.

Shortly, we were at the hospital.  Wanda went around the back of
the car and got out a shopping bag, the kind with heavy handles.
She hefted it.  "You guys make sure the coast is clear!"

So Mercedes, Shellie and I walked ahead of her, all three of us
holding hands.

Chris's parents were with her, but Wanda wasn't about to let a
little thing like that stop her.  "Hi!  I'm Wanda Harper!  My
brother and his friends are friends of Chris.  We brought her a
birthday present or two.  Did I mention chocolate cake?"

Chris sighed.  "They said I should just eat one piece."

"And you did," Wanda told her.  "I'm sure you were a good girl
and ate just one piece of that cake.  Did they say anything about
cupcakes?"

Chris grinned and shook her head.

"There you have it!  Tomorrow or the next day you can ask if it
was okay to have a chocolate cupcake or two.  Or three.  If they
say no, say 'oops!'"

She pulled out plastic container from the bag and popped the top,
handing out cupcakes to everyone in the room.  Then she handed
the bag to Shellie.

The cake had been good; the cupcakes, I thought, had come first.
There was a lump of unmixed flour that I bit into; it was
certainly an interesting flavor!

Then Wanda passed around the plastic container again, handing out
napkins and taking the little cupcake papers in trade.

Shellie spoke up, breaking into a discussion of how yummy
chocolate cake was.  "We talked, Chris.  We wanted to get you a
gift.  It's from Mercedes, Davey and me, together."

I swallowed, trying not to show my utter embarrassment.  I'd been
pleased with a birthday party; I'd never thought about, or cared
for presents.  That wasn't, though, how most people celebrated
birthdays!  And I'd forgotten about it completely!

Shellie pulled out a gift-wrapped box, rather thick.  "You liked
the Tamara Pierce story, and you can borrow them from me.  But we
thought you'd like these, too."

Not just one book, but five, I saw.

"These are about two kids who become wizards," Shellie told
Chris.  "Not like Harry Potter, not to mention Diane Duane wrote
most of these before Harry Potter came along.  Not that I don't
like Harry Potter!"

Chris giggled.  "I've read them all three times!"

"I lost count," Shellie told her.

I remembered a word I'd heard once or twice.  Simpatico.  That's
what Shellie and Chris were.  Simpatico.  Two souls marching in
the same direction.

"That's an awfully expensive gift," Chris' mother said.

Shellie beamed at her.  "It's from the three of us.  We got a
good deal on eBay."

We talked a while longer, but it was clear that Chris was getting
tired.  Shellie didn't hesitate, she leaned close and hugged
Chris, followed a moment later by Mercedes.  I limited myself to
a wave.

"Thanks all of you!" Chris told us.  "I'm sure I'm going to love
these books!"

We trooped out and down to Wanda's car.

"Thanks," I told Shellie.  "I'll give you some money to pay for
it.  I..."  I didn't know what to say.

Mercedes laughed.  "Davey, you're a guy, okay?  Guys are
naturally handicapped when it comes to remembering birthdays,
anniversaries and the like.  Presents?"  She sniggered.

A few seconds later we settled again in Wanda's back seat. 
Without a second's pause, it seemed, Shellie's hands went to my
jeans and started undoing them.  Mercedes occupied herself with
my belt.

"La, la, la," Wanda hummed, "Three teens in a tub, rub a
dub-dub-dub!"  I blushed, but before Wanda had gotten the car in
gear, Shellie had my erection in her mouth.  I leaned down and
kissed the top of her head and wrapped my arm around her, my hand
coming to rest on one of her breasts.

I wasn't really aware of it, but Wanda was driving carefully,
avoiding hitting any bumps that might have caused some unexpected
motion.  Shellie was determined to get me off, and when I felt
her nipple tighten under my hand, she did.

She licked me clean, just as we pulled up in front of her house.
Mercedes hopped out of the car, got Shellie's door, while I got
myself back inside my pants.  Mercedes walked Shellie to her
front door and all I could do was shake my head.  If I'd walked
Shellie to the door, had I actually been able to walk just then,
her parents might have had concerns.  But with the two of them
laughing and giggling, there was about no chance of that.

Then Mercedes was back.  She looked down at my lap.  "What, you
don't want to play with me?"

I laughed.  "I'm not sure I'm up to it!"

She started on my zipper again.  "Davey, this is something you
just have to lean back, relax and enjoy.  It's the job of your
ladies to get you up for it."

It didn't take long before I was erect again, but I didn't think
I was going to come before we got to Mercedes' house.  Instead,
for an instant her head popped up.  "Wanda, do you suppose you
could take the scenic route?"

Wanda drove right past Mercedes' street, and continued down the
road, while Mercedes continued doing what she'd done.  It was
odd, I thought.  When Shellie's nipple tightened, I'd come.  It
was after a couple of minutes of rubbing Mercedes' erect nipple
that she gave a soft sigh and stopped sucking on me for a second.
 I smiled, but she went back quickly to what she was doing and I
was putty in her hands after that.  At least, by the time she
finished!

I pulled myself together when we pulled up in front of Mercedes'
-- not to mention rearranged things.  We walked to her front door
and she grinned at me.  "You don't have to kiss me."

So I kissed her -- what the hell, why not?

After a few seconds, the porch light came on and she pulled back
and grinned at me.  "That had to have been my dad," she told me.
"A day late."

She went inside and gave me one last wave and was gone.

I walked back and sat down next to Wanda.  "Happy Birthday,
brother."

"Thanks, Wanda.  Thanks for everything."

"I've had a birthday party every year I can remember.  I tried to
remember a birthday party for you and came up empty."

"It means different things to different people," I told her. 
"But if this is what it's like celebrating birthdays, I'm a
convert!"

When we got home, Dad was in the family room, listening to
talking heads on the TV, which wasn't something he did very
often.

He looked at me and sighed.  "They're saying the House will vote
on a war resolution tomorrow and the Senate by the weekend,
Davey."

I could only shrug.  I wouldn't have cared before, but now with
nutty terrorists chasing me, I suppose I had to be.  He walked
over and put his hand on my shoulder.  "Davey, it's a shitty
world my generation is going to give your generation.  We were
fat, dumb and happy.  Kick the can down the road, who cares? 
Manana, baby!"

He clicked the TV off.  "Well, I'm sorry to say, we should have
cared; now it's going to be something you have to live with."

He turned and left the room, leaving me thoughtful, too.

I didn't turn on the light in my room; instead I sat down on my
bed.  Thirteen months, I realized.  It was thirteen months,
almost, since 9/11.  At the time I had trouble understanding what
has happening and why it bothered people so much.  I watched TV
that morning; I didn't do anything else in fact.  It was one of
the few times that Dad had gone to work late... he'd called in
early and told people that anyone who wanted to go home could and
write their usual quitting time on their time cards.

Mom had watched for a while, then went in the kitchen and sat
sipping tea, staring into space.  I was pretty sure she was
crying.  A little later Dad went to her and they simply hugged
each other and didn't say anything for a long time.  Wanda had
watched for a while, and then went to her room and didn't come
out for the rest of the day.

Me?  I was a child of my age.  How many buildings had I seen
blown up in movies?  How many tidal waves, earthquakes, volcanoes
and tornadoes?  Meteors socking it to us, leaving great gouges in
the ground, or towering tidal waves that dwarfed the people?  All
faked, of course.

And it hadn't affected me for the simple reason that I didn't
really accept it was real.  Even now, with people trying to kill
me, it seemed reasonable to talk about making a movie about it. 
Fake, you know?  Just like the movies!

Except those buildings hadn't been fake and the smoke and flames
and towering dust clouds hadn't been clever special effects. 
People had been atomized, I remembered someone saying that on TV
afterwards.  Atomized.  Reduced to nothing.

My parents had known it was real; my sister had known it was
real.  They knew what I was facing was real.

My mind flashed back to Terry Toohey that day in the cafeteria
when I saw him wearing a coat.  I remembered the bright hot flame
of anger and fear that had surged through me then.  I laughed at
myself.  If it had been someone I didn't know, I'd probably
wouldn't even have noticed whether or not they were wearing
coats, whether or not I'd had a lecture on terrorism or not.

With Terry, it had been personal.  Was that how it had been for
my parents and so many others?  I'd never understood their
emotions at the time.  People would say something, and every
adult in the room would nod, looking grim and angry.

It was a hell of a thing, I decided, to be at war and not really
understand it.  What was it going to take before I thought it was
personal?  God forbid it should be someone getting hurt.  Hammer
had laughed at his wound and mine, while you could see it if you
knew where to look, few people had noticed.  It had healed in
just a couple of days -- I'd scraped my knees worse as a kid,
tripping and falling when I was running.

I kicked off my shoes and leaned back, my fingers laced behind my
head.  My last thought before I fell asleep was a mental picture
of a Kansho assassin striking.  Go figure.

Wednesday was a nice day to swim, and then I did some chin-ups
before I went to breakfast.

Mom laughed.  "You're pretty chipper, this morning.  Old age does
that to you!"

"Be grateful for small things, Davey," Wanda chimed in.  "Two
years from today Mom will haul you off to get your driver's
license.  Then she'll come home and send you off to the store for
something.  With two of us to run errands, she'll probably never
have to go grocery shopping again!"

Mom laughed.  "I thought you were going to be away at UT by then,
Wanda?"

Wanda slapped a hand over her mouth.  "Hush my mouth and slap me
silly!"

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Dad muttered.

I saw Emily wipe her eyes with a table napkin.  "Are you okay,
Emily?"

"Davey, before my Dad left, we had fights at breakfast and
dinner.  Afterwards Mom started fighting with me.  One thing we
never did was tell jokes and enjoy ourselves."

Wanda reached out and put her hand on Emily's shoulder.  "Girl,
that's history.  Get over it!  This is your family now.  Maybe
one day you'll go back and maybe you can work things out.  Just
take your time!"





When I sat down next to Mercedes at school she grinned at me. 
"Two and a half days!" she said, sounding pleased.

"Sixty hours!" I told her, laughing with her.

"Did you like your birthday party?  Your birthday presents?" she
asked.

"Oh, yes!"

"We didn't spend as much money on you as we did on Chris, but we
didn't think we'd hear any objections."

"No, no objections.  Look, I want to chip in for the books."

"See Shellie, ten bucks."

"No problem," I told her.

She nodded.  "This weekend is going to be so much fun!  The only
fly in the ointment is that Dad was going to make me pay my own
way into everything.  Mom put her foot down and so I just have to
watch my spending money."

"I can help."

"You could," she agreed.  "But, Davey, this is something I need
to do for myself."

"And I mean it, Mercedes.  Whatever you need, you just ask."

She glanced around then grinned mischievously.  "What I most want
is some time alone with you and Shellie."

"Ditto!  We are way behind studying!"

"Good thing everyone is being nice about not giving us a lot to
do over the weekend!"

We shared a laugh.

The day seemed to go by in an eye blink; the next thing I knew I
was sitting between Mercedes and Shellie in Wanda's backseat.  I
tried not to be too eager to close the door of my bedroom behind
us, but the fact was, it had been too long.  I kissed Mercedes
really hard, and then kissed Shellie the same way; then they
kissed each other as well.

We stood for a few seconds, all of us with fever bright eyes.  I
finally laughed after a second.

"I haven't been a very good boyfriend," I told them.  "You two
talk to each other, you make plans."

"Davey," Shellie said seriously, "you're not that bad.  You and
me, we're not used to talking to people.  Nine times out of ten
it's Mercedes picking up the phone to call me."

"I want to spend some time this weekend talking," I told them. 
"Yesterday Mercedes did something that upset me.  I wasn't very
polite when I told her I was pissed."

"You had every reason to be pissed," Mercedes agreed.  "I got to
thinking about it later.  My mom told me once that one way to
work through a problem is to reverse it.  So I thought about how
I'd feel if you punched some guy who'd been bothering me.  You
know what?  I wouldn't have liked it.  I like to be able to take
care of myself, I don't want you or anyone one else butting in. 
You were right, I was wrong."

I laughed and she looked at me quizzically.  "What?"

"Leaving out the philosophical disagreement we had about what to
do with him in the first place."

"Oh," Mercedes said.  "I'm not quite ready to go there yet,
Davey.  I don't want anyone to think I'm getting soft."

I reached out and ran my fingers down her cheek, then across her
breast.  "Mercedes, you are wonderfully soft.  Delectably soft!"

"Do that and I'm just liable to drag you into that bed of
yours!"

"Oh, yeah!  Good idea!" I said, turning to Shellie.  I kissed her
again, and she kissed back, using her tongue.  When next I
looked, Shellie had unbuttoned Mercedes' blouse and had undone
her bra.

"I just love front hook bras," Shellie said, as she ran her
fingers over Mercedes' breasts, then cupped one with her hand.

"Can I be greedy?" Mercedes asked.

"How?" I said, curious.

"Davey between my legs, going down on me.  Shellie kissing my
breasts."

Shellie grinned at me and nodded.

"Just so long as we change off later," I said.

"Oh yes!" Mercedes sighed.  I started on her jeans while Shellie
finished her blouse and bra.  Then Mercedes helped Shellie
undress, while I did my own strip job.  Then Mercedes sat down on
the bed, her legs hanging over the edge.  She leaned back and I
crouched in front of her.  Shellie sat down next to her and
leaned close, seeking out one of Mercedes' breasts.

My, Mercedes hadn't been lying!  She was greedy! I licked and
sucked; I used my fingers and my tongue to pleasure her.  Shellie
alternated between kissing Mercedes' breasts and just plain
kissing Mercedes, letting her fingers do the walking.

Mercedes gasped and came as I ran my finger in and out of her as
fast as I could, while flicking her clit with my tongue.  That
got Shellie working extra hard, and I could see Mercedes was
getting close again.  I stroked her legs from down by her knees,
up along her thigh and lightly between her legs.  She groaned
with pleasure and kissed Shellie really, really hard.

Mercedes gave a loud gasp, then relaxed totally.  "Oh gosh!" she
exclaimed.  "It's been way too long!  Did I ever need that!"

"We all need it," Shellie told her.  "Please, go down on me,
Mercedes.  Davey can kiss me."

It took only a few seconds to switch positions and I could run my
hands over Shellie's lovely breasts.  She leaned close and
whispered in my ear.  "Kiss them, Davey.  I've missed you so
much..."

I didn't say anything, I just kissed them, and after a second I
looked up and saw the Shellie grin.  It wasn't directed at me so
much, as the world.  Pleasuring myself was nice, but making
someone smile like Shellie was smiling was the finest thing I
could think of to do in the world.

Shellie lasted longer than Mercedes had, but she too came,
shivering and moaning with pleasure.

Without a word, Mercedes stood up and pushed me down on the bed,
straddled my body with her legs and sank down on my erection.  It
was my turn to groan with pleasure, then reach out and start
rubbing Mercedes' breasts myself.  Shellie decided that my
nipples needed kissing and stroking as well and in the middle of
that, Mercedes squeezed her legs together, just a bit.

I felt like I was emptying myself into her; every iota of myself
was rising up and squirting inside her.  My ears were lightly
ringing, and I relaxed, replete and complete.

Mercedes reached down and pulled Shellie up so that they could
kiss and touch.  I could only smile with pleasure.  Having sex
with either or both was a wonderful thing.  Watching the two of
them making love together was just as wonderful... maybe in a
way, more wonderful.

Why wasn't I jealous?  Mercedes moved off me and was now between
Shellie's legs, kissing her.

I was thinking about moving to kiss Shellie myself when Wanda
knocked on the door.  "Davey, Mercedes' mom is here to pick them
up."

I froze, stunned.  She was early!  Oh shit!  Then I realized it
hadn't been just me thinking it, Mercedes had said it, too.

"Wanda could you ask her to wait a few minutes?"

"Sure, Mercedes.  What do you want me to tell her?"

"That Shellie and I are showering."

I heard what I thought was Wanda laughing.  "Sure, go for it!"

We could hear her walk away from the door, and Mercedes was up
and cracking it open just a tiny bit.  "Coast is clear, Shellie!
Come on!"

The two of them grabbed their clothes and sprinted for the
bathroom.  I lay back on the bed for a second, wondering if the
jig was up.  I should have stood up and gotten dressed.

A second later, the door opened without warning, and Camilla,
Mercedes' mother came in, closing it behind her.

I didn't know what to do.  "You should have knocked," I gargled
in consternation.  "I'm not dressed."

"I can see; don't worry, you don't have to get up for me."

I pulled the sheet over myself.  At least I wasn't hard again! 
And what had she meant by that crack, anyway?

She walked over and stood in front of me.  "Davey, do you love my
daughter?"

"Yes, I do," I replied.

She grinned.  "And do you love Shellie?"

I swallowed.  "Yes."

"Look me in the eye, Davey and tell me if Mercedes and Shellie
love each other."

I looked in her eyes.  "They love each other."

"Not a typical relationship, is it?"

I shook my head.

"And the new girl, Chris?  Where does she stand in all of this?"

"We like her, that's all."

"Are you building a harem, Davey?"

I shook my head vigorously.

"One guy, two, maybe three girls.  That's what people would
think, Davey."

"We love each other.  This isn't about me.  It's about us."

She smiled.  "Davey, it's about each of you."

"I guess."  I had no idea why the conversation had started where
it had, where it was going or why.

"My husband has a few hang ups," Camilla told me.  "Linda and I
have been working on them.  We were thinking this weekend would
be an education for him.

"Sunday afternoon Linda and I have a little treat planned for the
guys.  A little old-fashioned wife swapping.  And afterwards, Ruy
isn't going to be able to complain about how his daughter is part
of a harem.  He might even be ready to find out that Mercedes
likes Shellie as much as she likes you.

"I think it's going to be a very interesting weekend, don't you?"
 She grinned at me, turned and went out into the family room.  I
heard the water in the shower turn off a fraction of a second
later.

Embarrassed, I dipped down and grabbed my jeans and pulled them
on, without bothering with underwear.  Then I hastily buttoned my
shirt.

I walked out into the empty family room a few minutes ahead of
Mercedes and Shellie.

Mercedes spoke up when she saw me. "Davey, do we look halfway
presentable?"

I looked at her and then at Shellie.  "You look altogether
presentable," I confirmed for them.

"One of these days my mom is going to figure this out.  It's a
good thing she didn't come back here."

"Mercedes," I said, mildly teasing her, even if she wasn't going
to know it, "one thing I've learned is that it's pretty hard to
actually hide things from our parents..."

She smiled.  "Well, you could put an elephant in the room with my
father, and unless it got in front of the TV or disturbed him
while he was reading, he wouldn't notice."

"We weren't talking about your father," I told her.

She looked at me.  "You're trying to tell me something."

"I'm trying to tell you both something," I said to them.  "We can
talk more about it later, but Mercedes, your mother knows about
you and me.  And Shellie and me.  And you and Shellie.  She has a
pretty good idea of why we like Chris."

Mercedes snorted.  "If my mother knew about you and me, she'd
have come in here and dragged me out by the ear!  I've only heard
a million times that I'm too young to have sex."

"I'm telling you because otherwise you're liable to be
surprised," I told her.  "It wouldn't be fair for me not to be
surprised by it, and you surprised."

"And tell me, Mr. Know-it-all," Mercedes' voice was angry; I was
pretty sure she was too.  "Just how do you know all this?  Did
she tell you?"

"Just now," I agreed.  "She came to visit me in my room while the
two of you were in the shower."

Mercedes' eyes bulged in surprise.  "She what?  You weren't
dressed!"

"She didn't seem to mind," I told her.  "Like I said, we can talk
about this later.  Right now she's in the living room, waiting
for you two."

Shellie reached out and put her hand on Mercedes' shoulder.  "It
doesn't sound like she's as upset as you thought she'd be,
Mercedes."

"Yeah, sure!" Mercedes was almost rude.  "My mother has never
kept anything from my father in her life.  If she knows, he'll
know.  And maybe she's cool with it, but he never will be.  I'm
his baby daughter.  Not to be messed with."

"Sunday it will all be clear," I told her.  "Maybe you should
ask.  Like you, your mom is a planner."

Shellie turned and gave me a hug and kiss; Mercedes did the same,
then I followed them into the living room where Camilla was
waiting.

"You two look like you've worked up quite an appetite," Camilla
told Mercedes and Shellie.  "Come on girls, let's go eat out! 
Dinner's on me tonight!"

It was cute to watch the shock in Mercedes' expression.

My mom appeared and walked over to me.  "Did you know Camilla has
a wicked way with words?"

"Wildly wicked?" I asked, "or only ordinary ornery?"

She laughed.  "I think you have the idea, Davey!  She tell you
about Sunday afternoon?"

I nodded.

"Right now Phil and Ruy are the only ones who don't know.  I've
already made arrangements with Wanda and Emily to go for a walk
on the beach Sunday afternoon.  I've no doubt you, Mercedes and
Shellie can find something to do to occupy yourselves."

"How long have you been home?" I asked.

"Oh, an hour or so.  I called Camilla up and told her she just
had to arrive a little early.  To set the right spirit, you know,
for the weekend."

Later I spent a lot of time on the computer.  I tried a little
multi-tasking, that is trying to talk to Mercedes and Shellie on
the messenger thing, but I couldn't concentrate on it.  It was a
lot slower than the phone, but Mercedes said she was supposed to
be doing homework and couldn't use the phone.  Shellie was
getting ready for bed... I sighed and decided that maybe I really
should do some studying myself.




Thursday morning was nice and warm again, and I swam a little
longer than usual and did more chin-ups.  I spent a lot of time
mulling things over in my mind.  Camilla d'Silva had made a joke
about my erection.  That was the only way I could see how to take
her comment "you don't have to get up on my account" or whatever
her exact words had been.  Her questions had been brutally direct
too, she hadn't beaten around the bush or taken the long road. 
Swift and succinct.

Did she accept my answers?  I had to think she did -- she told me
her and my mother's plans for Sunday afternoon.  Why had she
called it wife swapping, when it was husband swapping?  Who on
earth could I ask about it?  The only possibility seemed to be
Wanda.  Did brothers and sisters talk about their parents
swapping partners?  If I was Mom or Dad, I was pretty sure I'd be
dead set against having my kids talking about my personal life.




When I got to school, Mercedes was standing for a change,
obviously waiting for me.  She motioned for us to walk and we
did, moving quickly away from the buildings and everyone else.

"My mother told me the strangest thing last night, after we
dropped off Shellie," she started.

"About Sunday afternoon?" I asked and she nodded in reply.

"I don't know what's stranger...  Her talking about it, her
thinking Dad will actually go along with the idea... or her
talking to you about it before she talked to me."

"Well," I told her, "I wasn't very comfortable either.  I mean,
do you know what she said, the first thing?"

Mercedes looked at me.  "I have trouble imagining the
conversation in the first place.  I have no idea what she'd use
to kick it off."

I told her what she'd said, leaving Mercedes sputtering in
surprise.  "Tell me," she finally managed, "that you weren't. 
You didn't."

"A little," I admitted.  "But I'd gotten the sheet over me by
then.  I don't know if she noticed.  Parents... they seem to have
a sixth sense about things."

"I think it's a case of 'been there, done that!'" she told me. 
Finally she started laughing.

"What?" I asked.

"Oh, now I'm not sure what's going to be harder.  Waiting for
Friday afternoon, or wondering just what's going to happen this
weekend."

I ticked things off on my fingers.  "There's Hannelore and
company always a possibility of dropping in unexpectedly, there's
a visit to the Aquarium, there's spending the weekend alone with
you and Shellie in a tent, with a zillion policemen standing
around watching.  Not to mention, there's the ocean."

It was cosmic.  The two of us sighed at the instant I said the
last word.

"Davey, I swear, once we come to a stop at the campground
tomorrow night, I'm getting out, kicking off my shoes and I'm
going to walk down to the edge of the water and wade out until
it's knee deep.  I'm going to take a couple of deep breaths and
just soak it up.  I don't care if it's two o'clock in the
morning, if there are policemen with helicopters and patrol
boats, all with searchlights trained on me.  I'm going to do
it."

"I'll be next to you."

"You know, when you think about the ocean, and then think about
everything else," she said as we turned back towards the biology
lab, "you realize just how puny everything else is."



The day didn't drag at all, thank heavens.  At lunch Rob and
Emily were excited about the "rough cut" of the interview the
other day and gulped their meal and went outside to look at it on
Rob's computer, away from nosey eyes.  I talked to Wanda later in
the afternoon and got her to agree to take us to visit Chris in
the evening because we weren't going to see her again until
Tuesday at the earliest.

Visiting Chris was nice.  Chris laughed when she saw Shellie and
held up a book.  "Book three!"

I felt glad that I'd given Shellie the money for the gift.  It
hadn't been my idea, but I'd have agreed if I'd been asked.  I
made a vow to somehow, someway, try to remember birthdays in the
future.  It had been a really nice party, and I didn't care if it
hadn't been like one of Wanda's where everyone would come.

Shellie and Chris were animated, talking about the books and
characters, with Mercedes and me only chipping in a few comments
along the way.  And when it was time to leave, both Mercedes and
Shellie gave Chris a chance to peek down their blouses.

Knowing it was coming made it both mildly amusing and mildly
erotic.  Then I saw Chris' nipples were hard under her hospital
gown and I thought it was even more erotic.

"You two..." Chris said, accepting openly that she was being
teased.  "You're terrible.  Do you have any idea what you're
doing to me?  Trapped in this bed, with people coming and going
all the time?"

"I thought a while ago you told us you were walking the halls,"
Mercedes said innocently.

"Walking the halls and climbing the walls," Chris agreed.  "Since
the operation, it seems like things are in high gear all the
time."

She looked at me.  "At least you don't tease me."

"Give him a chance," Mercedes told her.  "Give Davey an inch and
he'll take his own sweet time.  Once or twice he's nearly driven
me up the wall."

Chris blushed.  "I'm still not sure I understand things," she
said honestly.

"As if we do!" Shellie agreed.  "We take our time, and when we
mess up, we try to understand, we talk about it."

Chris sighed.  "I wish my parents would make an effort to
understand.  They're back to "Poor Baby Chris" and it's driving
me nuts.  Yes, I was sick.  I was seriously sick.  The doctors
say I'm fine now; it's all over and done with.  So what if I
forgot a few months?  There were lots of months before that I can
remember and I'm remembering things fine now.  I have my whole
life ahead of me, just about."

Mercedes smiled.  "I don't know what we can do to help, but we
will if we can.  Just ask."

"I can't ask something like that," Chris said, her voice falling
away.

Mercedes stepped close and leaned down and kissed her on the
forehead, once again giving Chris a good view down her blouse. 
"Oh, maybe, given a little motivation, you might let us help,"
Mercedes said a few seconds later when she pulled back.

Chris' eyes went to the door -- it was closed.  "I don't
understand myself lately," her voice was low, but steady.  "I
look at you... and if I was wearing panties, they'd be damp.  I
talk to Shellie and she's like the other half of me.  Someone I
can talk to about anything.  Not like an older sister or someone;
it's like we're part of each other."

She smiled at me.  "I don't know about Davey.  I think I owe him
the biggest debt of all... if I could just remember."

"I owe you," I told her.  "Not the other way around.  I'm still
not 100% on remembering things, but I'm sure I'm getting
better."

"My mother says people are trying to kill you."

"Nutcases and fruitcakes," I said, trying to reassure her.  And,
maybe myself as well.

"Seven people at least, all whack jobs." Mercedes agreed.  "You
need to learn to watch carefully and step lively when you're
around Davey."

"It's not a joke," I said, wishing it was.

"I know, but if we don't laugh at it... " That was Shellie
talking.

Chris was silent for a second, and then she looked at me.  "That
time I don't remember?  Did I ever laugh?"

I shrugged.  "Not much.  A couple of times."  I explained about
the coke at the football game.

"Let me get this straight," she asked.  "You flicked coke in my
face and I thought it was funny?"

"Well," I told her, "It did make sense at the time.  Plus, you
got me a whole lot worse than I got you.  And I didn't have the
coke in my mouth before I splattered you."

"Eew!" Chris exclaimed.  "I did that?"

"You did that," Mercedes told her.

Mercedes took a breath.  "Chris, Shellie and I were right
there... talking to each other.  We pretty much ignored you.  You
were... screwed up.  It bothered me to look at you.  I couldn't
look at you at all, in fact.  Now I'm standing here, pleased to
know you and half the time I look at you I want to cry for being
so stupid."

"Me too," Shellie added quietly.

"I have a radical suggestion, something at which I'm probably
almost as good as Chris," I told them.  "Why don't we forget that
past and concentrate on the future?"

"They say I can get out of here a week from tomorrow, if I keep
getting better at the rate I've been," Chris told us.  "Tell me
I'll see you before then?"

Mercedes giggled.  "Oh, you'll see us before then.  You'll see
more of some of us than you might expect!"

Chris smiled... then the room door opened and a nurse came in and
hustled us out.

I'm not sure what I'm going to think when I'm in my thirties or
forties and look back on my teenage years.  How can I understand
any of this then, when I don't understand it now?

I was still wondering that when I put my head down on my pillow.
At least that act brought the realization that tomorrow night I'd
be putting my head down on the beach!

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