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Subject: {ASSM} Lucky Stiff by JiMC (31 of 46)--MF, FF, mc, md, magic, romance
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The following is a work of fiction and is just a fantasy.
Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely
coincidental and entirely unintentional.  There may be
references to people in a historical context, but they are
not really characters in this story.

This is a story that describes sexually explicit situations
in a fictional universe that only vaguely seems similar to
the one we live in.  Most of the characters in this story are
under aged.  However, the target audience is adults (people
over the age of eighteen) with broad minds.

* * *

This is a sequel to the story "Lucky Tickets," and as such,
you may want to read that story first to get a better
introduction to the characters present in both stories.  Like
a lot of sequels, it's not really meant to be read out of
order.

* * *

Chapter 31--Limits

        Talk in everlasting words,
        And dedicate them all to me.
        And I will give you all my life,
        I'm here if you should call to me.
        You think that I don't even mean
        A single word I say?
        It's only words,
        And words are all I have,
        To take your heart away.
                -- Words (Bee Gees)


    As Harry predicted, there were no rape counselors or
police officers to take me into custody.  Kristen came back
out, being wheeled by a nurse and accompanied by June.

    Actually, Kristen looked in better spirits.

    "I think Nurse Ebson wants to try out our shower,"
Kristen said.

    The nurse wheeling Kristen reddened almost completely to
the point where her uniform looked as if it would turn red as
well.

    "Good," I said, cheerfully.  "I'll give her control of
the nozzle and we'll see who she wants to embarrass."

    June stifled a giggle, and Kristen simply opened her
mouth in shock.

    I actually got a look of respect from the nurse for my
response.  I could also hear Harry's quiet chuckle behind me.

    As Harry drove us home, I asked Kristen how long it would
take to set up a temporary bedroom in the garage so that she
wouldn't have to walk up and down the stairs.  She looked at
Harry and said, "I can buy everything today and have it
delivered."

    "How about a water bed?" I asked.  "Let's make it
special."

    Kristen smiled.  "With a nozzle?"

    I sighed and turned to Harry.  "Harry, would you be able
to handle the logistics of setting up a nice bedroom for our
downstairs?  I think a water bed with a complete bedroom set,
and some dorm room appliances such as a small fridge, a
dining room table, and a desk."

    Harry answered, "You seem to have a good idea what you
want, Jim.  I know a contractor that can wall off a part of
the garage for us and I might be able to get him in today."

    "I just want to have a say in at least one of the rooms
at the apartment," I said, laughing.

    Kristen continued to smile, appreciating how I was taking
charge, and how comfortable I was talking with Harry.  "Thank
you, Jim.  Are you guys going to help me upstairs for today?"

    I shook my head.  "No, Kristen.  I don't want you home
alone."

    Harry said, "I'll take Kristen into the main house for
the afternoon."

    I helped Harry load Kristen into the wheelchair, and June
and I watched Harry wheel my lovely Goddess away.

    June shivered.

    "What's wrong, Baby?" I asked.

    "The doctor told Kris that the best treatment is ice
packs for the next couple of days."

    "Yiiiieeeee!" I said, feeling Kristen's pain from the
treatment.

* * *

    June and I spent the rest of the morning and the
beginning of the afternoon with Kristen.  In the afternoon,
workers started arriving to partition off a part of the
garage for the additional bedroom, and June and I moved back
to the apartment.

    As usual, when we wanted to make renovations to the
apartment, time was rarely an issue.  Things were purchased
quicker than I thought possible, and workers were assembled
and on site as necessary.

    June was the person who directed the delivery people to
show how to set up the new bedroom.

    I moved back between the apartment and the main house,
spending time with June and Kristen alternately.

    During one of those times I was alone with Kristen, I
told her how Lynette was feeling quite guilty about Kristen's
injury.

    "Why is she upset?" Kristen asked, quite surprised.  "I
injured her almost as badly that first time."

    "Lynette is completely head-over-heels in love with you,
Kristen.  When she realized how much you were injured, it was
as if somebody ripped her heart out.  Think about how you'd
feel if you did something similar to my dick!"

    Kristen thought about this, and nodded.  "I know she is
in love with me.  I just never realized that she'd react that
way."

    "I know Lynette, Kris," I said gently.  "She will feel a
need to demonstrate how sorry she is to you.  Just saying the
words won't be enough for her.  My hope is that she has a
long talk with Patty today.  Patty is a good tonic for a
guilty soul."

    "We have wonderful friends," Kristen said.

    "We sure do," I agreed.  "Just realize that Lynette will
feel a need to prove that she's sorry.  I want you to
understand that."

    June came back from the apartment.  "Those guys sure work
quickly!"

    "Got offers for dates, Juicy?" I asked.

    June smirked at me.

    Kristen asked, "Juicy?"

    I laughed.

    "That nasty boy called me 'Juicy June' when he was
fondling me between my legs in front of my mother as he was
getting me ready for my ass fuck.  He whispered that to me
yesterday in the shower as well."

    Kristen laughed.  "That's a great nickname.  Too bad we
can't call you that at school."

    June smiled.  "I don't know.  It might help tarnish Jim's
reputation even more."

    We all laughed at that.

    June got serious.  "Patty and Lynette will be getting
back here in a bit, Kris.  I know for a fact that Lynette
really feels bad about your injury."

    "Jim and I were talking about that," Kristen said.

    "I'm afraid that Lynette might leave," June said.

    "What makes you think that?" I asked.

    "Lynette was shattered this morning.  She looked as if
somebody sucked her soul from her body," June said.  "She was
crying when she left with Patty."

    "I'm not angry at her," Kristen said.

    "Lynette is angry with herself," June said.  "I don't
know if she'll ever forgive herself."

    I sighed.  I was starting to love Lynette, and I felt bad
for her.  June was right about who was angry with Lynette,
though.  I couldn't see much that any of us could do about
that, though.

    I noticed that the two girls were actually late now, but
I didn't said anything.  I got up and tried to think.  I
walked toward the apartment, but when I got out of the house,
I decided to go back to where June and Kristen were in the
living room.  Before entering the living room, I took a side
trip into the Solarium, walked around the pool, and then
exited and went back into the living room.

    "Stop that, Jim," Kristen said.

    "Stop what?" I asked.

    "You pace when you're worried," Kristen said, knowing my
moods.  "What are you worried about?"

    "Lynette."

    Kristen nodded.

    As if on cue, Patty arrived at the main house.  Lynette
was notable in her absence.

    "Where's Lynette?" June, Kristen, and I said
simultaneously.

    "She's in the car.  She's thinking about going to her
family's home."

    "Lynette's home is here," Kristen said.  She started to
get up from the sofa where she was sitting but winced in pain
very quickly.

    "You should have a doctor look at that," Patty said.

    "Harry took us earlier," Kristen said.  "I'm going to be
sore, but there's no permanent damage.  I have some codeine
that I can take for the pain.  No wine while I'm on
medication, and no driving."

    Patty nodded.  "Jim insisted, huh?"

    "How did you guess?" June asked.

    "I know Kristen, and I know Jim."

    "Jim, can you and Patty help me outside?" Kristen asked.

    "Sure," Patty and I answered.

    June looked a little left out, but she said nothing.

    I got the wheelchair and put one of the pillows on it.

    When Kristen was in the chair, I signaled to Patty to
push Kristen to the front door.

    I saw a look of determination in Kristen's eyes, and she
pushed herself up from the chair, her face registering none
of the pain that I know she was feeling.

    "Thank heavens for codeine," Kristen muttered.

    Patty signaled to me that I should accompany Kristen.  I
went over and put my hand around her.  I felt part of
Kristen's weight shift to me, but it wasn't overwhelming.

    Together, the two of us walked over to Patty's car.
Lynette was crying in the passenger seat, and didn't even
notice us approaching.

    I knocked on the window, startling Lynette.

    Lynette saw the two of us outside, and she opened the
passenger window.

    "I'm so sorry, Kristen!" Lynette cried.

    "Stop it, Lynette.  I'm not angry at you," Kristen said.

    "I hurt you!"

    "I did almost exactly the same thing to you, Lynette,"
Kristen said.  "I apologized then and you accepted my
apology, telling me it was nothing."

    "You looked terrible this morning!"

    "And you could barely walk for twenty four hours,"
Kristen replied.  "I'm walking.  It's not that bad.  The
bruising just makes it look bad."

    "I'm so terrible," Lynette said, not wanting to listen to
reason.

    I sighed.  "Lynette, please come upstairs.  This is your
home."

    "I don't belong here, I'm a horrible person!"

    "If you leave, you'll really hurt Kristen, and unlike the
bruising, that hurt won't heal."

    Lynette was silent, but showed no sign of wanting to
leave Patty's car.

    Kristen moved closer to the car, and then bent down, very
slowly, until she was able to plant a kiss on Lynette's face.
"You didn't do it intentionally," Kristen said softly.

    "I did.  I wanted to get even with you..."

    "No, Lynette," I disagreed.  "Sure, you wanted to get
even, but you never set the pressure before.  It was obvious
that you didn't realize what you were doing.  You didn't even
put on the hot water!"

    "I didn't?" Lynette asked.

    "You could barely reach the knobs," I said.

    "I guess..."

    "I know.  Please come inside."

    Lynette looked at me, and then for a long time at Kristen.

    Finally, the door opened, and Lynette stepped out.

    Lynette threw her arms around Kristen and kissed her.
"I'm so sorry!"

    I saw Kristen wince as Lynette did this, but fortunately,
Lynette was crying on Kristen's shoulder and didn't see this.

    "Come inside," Kristen urged.

    I allowed Lynette to lead Kristen and me to the apartment.

    When we got into the entrance, Lynette asked, "What's all
that noise?"

    "We're trying to get a new bedroom down here before
tonight," I answered.  "Want to take a look?"

    "Separate bedrooms?" Lynette asked, crushed once again.

    "Recovery room.  For females that find it difficult to
walk upstairs."

    "Huh?"

    There was a water hose that led from the shower room into
a door across the hallway that hadn't been there the last
time I had been in the building.

    We all gasped when I opened the door completely.  What
once was one of the garages was now a bedroom complete with a
water bed that was still being filled, four comfortable
chairs, a dining room table, and even a miniature
refrigerator.  There was even a love seat and a padded bench
without a back.  The floor was newly carpeted with a worker
finishing up the tacking, and two walls were bare sheet rock
with white patches to cover the nails.  There was another
worker in the room monitoring the filling of the water bed.

    "It's almost ready," I said, amazed at the speed that
construction happened on Kristen's property.

    "Harry's pretty effective at things like that," Kristen
observed.

    "Wow," was all Lynette could say.

    "Let's let the workers finish," I said.  I took the
padded bench and led the girls across the hall into the music
studio.

    I put the bench into the studio and instructed the girls
to sit.  Lynette did immediately, and Kristen was a bit
slower due to her injury, but Lynette helped her.

    "I was going to save this for the first day of school,
but I think we need this right now."

    For the past week, I had been getting up in the middle of
the night and would tiptoe downstairs to play in the studio.
I already had two of the four tracks recorded, and I was
lucky in that the open reel four-track recorder was already
cued.  I set the two tracks that were recorded to "play" and
patched my microphone and electric piano into the two
currently blank tracks, setting them to record.

    I then turned on the amplifier.  I put on the heavy
headphones, despite the fact that I had an audience, and
plugged them into amplifier as well.

    Through experimentation, I found that a fifteen second
gap at the start of the recording gave me time between
turning on the recorder and getting set up to play.  The
introduction didn't require piano, so I would get the beat
before I started.

    There was an electronic solo from the mini-organ that I
already recorded on the tape.  When that introduction was
over, I started to play the piano and sing:

        Do you remember,
        When we met?
        That's the day,
        I knew you were my pet.
        I want to tell you,
        Just how much I love you.
        Come with me,
        My love,
        To the sea...
        The sea of love!
        I want to tell you,
        Just how much I love you!


    I already recorded a trumpet track, as well as the organ
track, and during one of the instrumental breaks, I performed
a live duet with my piano and voice.  During the break before
the final reprise of the chorus, there was a prerecorded
trumpet solo.  During that solo, I noticed that both Lynette
and Kristen had their eyes opened wide.  I ignored their
responses and considered adding some acoustic piano
accompaniment during the solo.

    When the song ended, the two stunned blondes were still
sitting there with their mouths open.  I turned off the open
reel recorder.  I knew that I made a couple of flubs on the
piano track, but I could always re-record that track some
other time.

    "That's just you?" Kristen asked.

    "Yeah," I said, sheepishly.  "That's four tracks now.
I'm going to need a patch board and a mixer to..."

    "You did this here?" Kristen interrupted.

    "Um, yeah?  What do you think I do in here?" I asked.

    "This is what you were showing to Marla?"

    "No!  I just finished these tracks last night after
everybody was asleep.  I'll need to re-record the piano
track, but this is the first time I did all four tracks."

    "You did this... by yourself?" Kristen asked again.

    "Of course!"

    "For me?"

    "For you and Lynette," I said.  "I am going to need to
figure out how to mix it down to a single track so I could
give each of you a personalized cassette."

    "It's all there on that tape?"

    "Of course."

    "And you just recorded the last two tracks?"

    "Yes." I was a bit confused about Kristen's questions.

    Kristen paused for a moment, and then asked, "Can you
play it back again?"

    I shrugged.  I rewound the tape and set all four tracks
to play.

    After the fifteen second pause, the intro started again.

    I wasn't trying to imitate anybody on this song, so it
was my own voice.  It sounded quite nasal when it played
back, as it usually did, which is why I liked imitating other
singers.  I would have tried Elvis, but I never liked his
version of the song.  I was actually a bit embarrassed.

    Sure enough, I heard the piano flubs and I winced at each
one.

    When the song ended, I stopped the recorder again.

    I looked at Kristen and Lynette, and both of them had
tears in their eyes.  I turned to Lynette and made my appeal.
"Lynette, please don't leave us.  Kris and I know that you
didn't intend to hurt Kris, and nobody is angry at you."

    Lynette was a basket case.  She put her head in her hands
and started bawling like a baby.

    I moved over to her and held her head.  "Please,
Lynette..."

    Lynette started crying even harder.

    Kristen joined me, hugging Lynette from her seat.

    "What's wrong, Lynette?" I asked.

    Lynette shook her head.

    There was a knock on the studio door.  I wondered who
would do such a thing when the DND light was on.  I left
Lynette temporarily to answer the door.

    "I'm sorry, Jim," Patty said, sheepishly.  "I need to
leave for Roman's.  June is still in the main house."

    "Oh, thank you, Patty."

    Patty saw Lynette completely shattered with Kristen
hugging her.

    "I know it might be a bad time, but could you walk me to
my car?"

    I knew Patty well enough that I knew her request wasn't
callous.  I simply nodded and left Lynette and Kristen.

    "What's up, Patty?  Is June angry?"

    "Of course not.  I wanted to tell you that Lynette is
angry at herself, and the only person that can forgive her is
herself."

    "I know that," I said.

    "The best way to allow her to forgive herself is to let
her show you how sorry she is.  I take it from where you were
that you just played the recording you said you were going to
make for them."

    I nodded.

    "Lynette is feeling very terrible about herself," Patty
said.  "You played a special song for Lynette didn't you?"

    "Of course..."

    "What you did was wonderful, but it might not have been
the right moment for her," Patty explained.

    "She's crying her heart out right now."

    "She needs a moment alone with Kristen."

    I nodded.  "I'll accept that."

    Patty got into her car, and said, "The only way that
Lynette will get over this is to let her prove herself to
Kristen."

    "How?"

    Patty sighed.  "I don't know, but right now, Lynette is
focused on what happened yesterday.  She will never get past
that until she forgives herself."

    I kissed Patty good-bye, and went back into the garage.
I looked in on the new bedroom, and saw that the water bed
was now full and the worker was gone.  I was about to see if
I could move Kristen and Lynette into this room, when another
worker came in with rolls of wallpaper and a bucket of paste.
I asked to see the pattern, and he showed me.  It looked like
foil and consisted of gold butterflies.  It was quite pretty,
and matched the dark brown of the furniture without being too
dark.  It wasn't too masculine or feminine, either.

    I left the room, and passed a worker who was carrying
what I recognized as an intercom panel and other electrical
gear.  I was about to go back to my studio when I remembered
that Patty told me that the two needed to be alone.

    I went into the playroom and called to the main house.
"I'm in the playroom, and I'd like to play a game of pool.
Can you inform June?"

    After about thirty seconds, June answered.  "Be right
there."

    I then hit the studio signal.

    I didn't get an answer, but I didn't expect an answer
immediately.

    June arrived in the playroom confused.  "You said you
were here, but the red light is on in the studio!"

    "Kristen and Lynette are in there, talking."

    "Oh," June said.

    The two of us played two games of pool, each winning once.

    I was breaking just as the intercom buzzed.  "Did you
want us?" Kristen asked.

    I walked over to the intercom.  "I just wanted to let you
know that June and I are in the playroom.  I saw workers in
the new bedroom putting up wallpaper and an intercom system."

    "All right.  I just noticed the light flashing."

    "It's positioned so that I can see it from the
keyboards," I said.  "I understand if that wasn't the most
important thing for you guys right now."

    "No problem."

    "I love you, Kris," I said.  Quickly, I added, "I love
you too, Lynette."

    "We love you too, Oogie!" Kristen said, and I heard her
disconnect.

    "When did you signal them?" June asked.

    "Right after I called you down here."

    "Now you know how frustrating it is when we're trying to
get a hold of you," June laughed.

    "The light was above and behind them, so I didn't expect
them to answer immediately."

    June looked at me curiously.  "For a sixteen year old
boy, you show a lot of maturity and patience.  I thought
you'd be trying to help convince Lynette that Kristen isn't
angry at her."

    "You said that Lynette is the only person angry with
her," I said.  "Right now, the two girls have to work it out.
Patty said something about Lynette needing to prove her love
for Kristen before she will forgive herself."

    "That's insightful," June said, sinking a shot and lining
up another one.

    "Where'd you get that outfit?" I suddenly asked June.  I
hadn't seen that outfit before.

    "It's one of Lynette's," June said, giggling.  She sunk
her second shot in a row and added, "For a budding nudist,
she has some nice outfits."

    I nodded.

    June missed her shot, but the table still had an awful
lot of striped balls on it.

    I lined up and shot, sinking my ball.

    "June?  If you did what Lynette did to Kristen, what
would it take for you to forgive yourself?  How would you
prove your love for her?"

    June didn't answer immediately.  I sunk two more balls,
and then June said, "I don't know.  Cunt Whore would probably
have you spank her."

    "A spanking?" I asked, a bit surprised.

    The table now had an even number of solids and stripes.
I took a difficult shot, and sunk my ball, but used too much
energy on the shot, as the cue caromed off a bank and hit the
eight ball perfectly enough to sink it in a corner.

    "Damn!" I said.

    "Two to one, Jim!"

    "Yeah," I said, dejected.

    "Rack 'em up, loser!" June demanded.

    I did so.

* * *

    "Jim?" It was Kristen's voice.

    "Yes, love?" I answered on the intercom.

    "Lynette and I are going upstairs.  Can you give me a
hand with the stairs?"

    "Sure."

    I signaled June to come with me and Lynette and I helped
Kristen upstairs.

    Once upstairs, Kristen sat on a sofa with one of the down
pillows underneath her.

    "Jim, could you get me some more of my pills."

    I went into the bathroom where I put Kristen's
prescription.  The instructions allowed two pills every four
hours.  It was just under four hours, so I figured that it
would be safe for Kristen to take them.  I filled a Dixie cup
with water as well and came back to the living room.  Lynette
still looked bad, but at least she wasn't crying.

    As Kristen took her pills, Lynette said, softly, "I'm
sorry for crying before.  That song was beautiful.  Nobody
ever did anything like that for me before."

    "It was supposed to be a surprise," I said.  "Maybe the
timing wasn't perfect."

    "It was romantic," Lynette said.  "I just don't think I
deserve it."

    "You know that nobody is angry with you but yourself,
don't you?" I asked.

    "Patty and Kristen both said something like that."

    "Well, you're going to worry yourself to death until you
show everybody how sorry you are, but the only person you
need to convince is yourself."

    "Patty said that, as well."

    "So, what do you want?" I asked.  "A spanking?"

    Lynette seemed surprised by that.  "Huh?"

    "I asked June what she'd do if it was her.  She said she
didn't know, but Cunt Whore would probably want a spanking."

    Lynette didn't answer.

    "Do you remember when Kristen went overboard with Jackie
downstairs?  Kristen made it up to you.  Why don't you make
it up to her?"

    "Um, I can't... you know, she's sore down there."

    "For a person as intelligent as you are, Lynette, you are
sometimes one dumb bitch!"

    Lynette's, Kristen's, and June's eyes all shot wide open
as I said that.

    Kristen came to Lynette's side.  "Jim, that's not a nice
thing to say."

    I ignored Kristen.  "Do you think the only way you can
love Kristen is to fondle her cunt or lick her?  Aren't you
one of the people that taught me ways of pleasing a woman
just by touching her neck, her ears, her breasts, even the
insides of her knees?  How about sucking on her toes?  Did
you forget everything you've ever taught me, Lynette?  Do you
need to take Lesbian 101 over again, because apparently you
seem to have forgotten everything!"

    "Jim!" Kristen yelled, sounding extremely shocked.
"Don't talk to Lynette like that!"

    "I will, damn it!" I said, angry for some reason that I
couldn't fathom at the time.  "A person as intelligent as she
is, as fun to be around as she is, and as much in love with
you as she is should be able to figure out how to say 'I love
you' without saying a single fucking word to you!"

    Lynette's mouth was open in shock.  The other girls
seemed to be shocked as well.

    "Do you want me to spell it out for you?  Take Kristen
into the master bedroom, do your damned best to make her
forget that she's hurting physically and make her fucking
remember that you love her more than just about any other
person on this fucking planet!  June and I will make you two
dinner, and we'll leave it in the room for you when it's
ready.  I don't want to see either of you until tomorrow
morning."

    Lynette simply stared at me, her eyes burning holes into
my body.

    "Jim!" Kristen said.

    "Kris," I answered.  "You've talked with her, and she's
still angry with herself.  Well, I'm angry now.  Not for what
she did to you, but for what she did to me.  Everybody in
this room knows that Lynette just gave me the lamest excuse
in the fucking world.  If she really believes that she can't
make it up to you, then she's probably right and she should
leave.  She's not the one who I thought loved you.  I know it
will break your heart, Kris, but there's no hope for her if
she pretends to think that she cannot love you."

    I turned to Lynette.  "You have a choice.  Love her or
leave her.  Make up your mind.  Now!"

    Lynette looked quite stunned.  She turned uncertainly to
Kristen, whose eyes were tearing up.  Lynette then looked at
me, and I know that she saw absolutely nothing but anger in
my eyes.

    Finally, Lynette got up and slowly walked over to where I
was standing next to Kristen's sofa.  She drew her breath,
and in a move that surprised only me, she slapped me hard in
the face.

    Without uttering a word, Lynette turned to Kristen, and
offered her hand, and helped her walk to the master bedroom.

    Before she closed the door, Lynette turned around and
said, "I am quite capable of cooking dinner for Kristen.  I
don't give a fuck what you and June do tonight."

    "I love you, Lynette," I said, but she shut the
door--loudly--before I finished the sentence.

    "Well, Mr. Asshole managed to get Lynette and Kristen
back together," I said.

    "Mr. Asshole may have lost Lynette forever, though," June
said.

    "June, I love Kristen with my entire being.  Lynette
loves her almost the exact same way.  What is between Lynette
and me is closer to how I feel about you."

    "I know that Lynette's totally pissed off at you."

    I sighed.  "Do you really think I'm an asshole?"

    "No, Jim," June said, moving over to me and kissing me.
"Somebody needed to shake some sense into Lynette.  I just
think you shook too hard."

    I sighed.  If I didn't feel so strongly about Lynette,
then why the fuck was I crying like a baby?

    "Jim?" June asked.

    "What?" I sniffed.

    "Can you play _Mr.  Bojangles_ for me again?"

    I sighed as I led June downstairs.

    "I think the 'Lesbian 101' remark was why she slapped
you," June told me in the stairway.  "That was particularly
callous and uncaring, but I know why you said it.  I felt
like slapping you after you said that, too.  Calling her a
stupid bitch didn't help one bit, either."

    "I've found that I get pretty eloquent when I feel a
strong need to say something, but I may have just been lucky
up until now.  I didn't think before I said that.  I'm not
sorry for yelling at Lynette, although I think I could have
found a better way of saying what I did."

    June simply nodded.

    Before getting to the studio, June looked in on the new
bedroom.  The wallpaper was already up and the room looked
finished.

    "Too bad Kristen won't be using this tonight," June said.

    "Let's inaugurate this room tonight," I said.

    June looked at me for a few moments before answering.
"Maybe."

    I wondered about that pause and that answer.

    "I'm sorry about that lesbian remark, June," I said.  "I
still don't know how I should have put it."

    June's body relaxed.  I hadn't realized that she had been
so tense up until that moment.  "Thank you for apologizing,
Jim," June said, softly.  "I'd love to sleep with you
tonight."

    I noticed that the tape was no longer rewound, and
figured that Kristen played the tape once again.  I rewound
the tape, took it off the recorder and put it into its
cardboard box.  Before I threw the tape in a drawer that had
lots of other similar tapes, I took a pen and labeled the box
"Random Shit."

    I put a blank tape into the recorder, and told June that
I was going to record this particular session.

    "You can't talk, since I'm going to be recording two
tracks.  Acoustic piano on one mike, and my voice on the
other.  All right?"

    "Uh, huh."

    "I... um... need a few minutes to calm down."

    "It's all right," June said, soothingly.  "May I sit on
your lap?"

    Having June sit on my lap would definitely make me feel
much better.

    June started to get undressed as I set up the two
microphones.

    I knew that this was going to be only a test recording.
There was no way that I'd be able to separate the two
microphone tracks, since my voice and the piano would really
be on both.  I decided that I'd need to find somebody with
more experience with recording to help me find things such as
directional microphones and other things that I found that I
lacked knowledge about.

    I counted fifteen seconds and started the intro for _Mr.
Bojangles_ for June.

    Unfortunately, my voice cracked during the first line,
and I stopped.  I ended up crying on June's shoulder.

    "There, there, Oogie," June said, quietly.

    June moved me off the piano bench onto the bench from the
new bedroom.  She hugged me to her naked body, and kept on
saying, "There, there, Oogie."

    "I'm sorry June," I said.  "I'm a fucking asshole.
Lynette hates me, and rightfully so.  I wouldn't blame
Kristen if she hated me.  You even got angry about that
remark!"

    "I forgave you when you apologized," June soothed.

    "Without Kristen... without Lynette... I'm without...
They're my life!"

    "Come on Jim, they'll forgive you."

    I would not be consoled.  "No they won't!"

    June continued to soothe me, and I just started to mumble
incoherently into June's shoulder.

    It took about ten minutes for me to regain my composure.

    "Maybe Bojangles wasn't the right song, Oogie," June
said, softly.

    "It's never happened before."

    "What never happened?"

    "I never felt so bad that I couldn't play," I said.
"Usually playing helps me get out my frustration."

    June didn't seem to comprehend.

    "I couldn't play the song!"

    "You've played it before," June soothed, walking up to
me.  "You say playing gets out your frustration.  You're not
frustrated, Jim."

    "No," I admitted.  "I'm heartbroken."

    "Maybe music isn't the right thing.  How about pool?"

    "I'm not in the mood to concentrate."

    "How about the pool in the main house?"

    Actually, that sounded better.  "Um..."

    June didn't wait for any more of that answer.  She moved
over to the intercom and called the main house.

    Harry answered.  "Yes?"

    "It's June," June said.  "Is the Solarium free?"

    "Yes, June."

    "Would it be all right if Oogie and I come over?"

    "Certainly."

    June left the studio and went into the shower to get a
couple of robes.  She put one on and then led me out of the
apartment building.  She remembered something, and left me in
the driveway and ran back into the apartment building.  After
about two minutes, she came running back with a pair of
sandals.  She put them on as she came outside.

    I watched June put on her sandals, and then she led me
over to the main house.

    Harry met us at the door.

    "Hi, Jim, June.  How's Kristen?"

    "Kris and Lynette are making up," June said.  She started
pushing past Harry, who realized that we weren't up for idle
chit-chat.  He let us in and we went into the Solarium, where
June led me to one of the changing rooms.

    "Let's soak in the hot tub, Jim," June said.

    "I guess."

    June rolled her eyes, and then undressed me and escorted
me into the hot tub.

    The two of us sat in the hot tub for an hour.  I don't
think either one of us said much.

    "Feeling better?" June finally asked.

    "I'm a real shit."

    "Lynette will forgive you."

    "You told me that I might have lost her forever."

    "That's before you apologized for the remark.  You knew
what you said was wrong.  Lynette will know that."

    "I guess."

    June pulled me out of the hot tub, and I followed her.  I
didn't expect her to push me into the deep end of the
swimming pool, though.

    "Hey!" I shouted when I came up for air.

    "That's the first new emotion you've shown in the last
hour," June said.  "I'm insulted!  You're in a hot tub with a
hot babe like me, and you're mooning about Lynette!"

    "OK, OK," I said, finally.  I started to climb up the
ladder.  "Give me a hug?" I asked.

    June smiled.  "Of course... HEY!"

    June's surprise was that as she came over to hug me, I
pulled her into the pool with me.

    "That's for pushing me in, June," I said.  "But I think I
needed that.  Thank you."

    "You're welcome!"

* * *

    June and I slept in the new bedroom.  We didn't do
anything other than cuddle.

    I woke up as June was getting out of the bed the next
morning.  June woke up early because she needed to do some
stuff with her mother.

    I kissed her and pulled on my robe, and walked her to her
car.  I watched as June drove away.

    As soon as June left, my thoughts returned to Lynette and
that heartless name I called her.

    There were no clothes in the downstairs bedroom, and all
my clothes were in the master bedroom.  I did have a change
of underwear and a pair of sandals in the communal shower, so
I took a lonely shower there, toweled off, and then got
dressed in one of the robes in the shower.

    I made my way upstairs, and saw the master bedroom door
was closed.

    Sighing, I went downstairs and started working on the
"sucker shot" that Camille taught me.

    It took nearly an hour and a half, but I finally figured
out the correct combination of where to hit the ball and
where to send it into the cushion to make the shot.  With
another ten minutes' effort, I sunk twelve in a row.

    I looked up at the time, and it was almost eight thirty.

    I walked back upstairs and when I entered the apartment,
I saw Kristen and Lynette sitting at the dining room table
totally nude and eating blueberry pancakes.

    I sighed.  I had hoped that the girls wouldn't be up.  I
wanted to figure out a way to say "I'm sorry," but I was so
worried about feeling bad for what I did, that I hadn't come
up with any ideas on what to actually say.

    "Hello.  It's Mr. Asshole," I said.  "May I come in?"

    Lynette looked at Kristen, who nodded.

    Lynette then ran over to me and hugged me.  "Jim!  I
forgive you!"

    "Um... I'm... what?" I said, totally confused.

    "That girl must love you as much as I love Kris," Lynette
said.

    "Huh?" This wasn't making any sense to me.  I hadn't even
started my apology.

    "June left us a note."

    "June?"

    "Yeah.  She told us to go downstairs to the studio and
play the tape there."

    "What tape?"

    "The one you made last night."

    "What tape?" I repeated.  "I didn't make any tape!"

    Lynette looked at me strangely.  "You made a tape last
night.  You played the piano, and when you started to sing,
you stopped after a couple of words, and then you started
crying.  Don't you remember?"

    "The tape was running?" I asked, incredulously.  Oh,
shit!  I had been set up to record that as a test session
with June!

    "June must have stopped it," Lynette said.  "Kris and I
went downstairs, and Kris showed me how to rewind and play
it."

    I shook my head and took a deep breath.  "Lynette, I'm
sorry for that lesbian remark and for calling you a bitch.
It was stupid and callous.  I was trying to say something,
but I was angry, and I had no right to..."

    "Shut up, Jim!" Lynette said, moving her mouth over mine
and kissing me.

    I allowed Lynette to kiss me, and when she pulled away, I
started talking again.  This time, I kept her away with my
arms.  "As I was saying, I had no right to call you that.  I
knew that you were hurting, but I wanted to... maybe shock
you into realizing how much the two of you love one another."

    Lynette nodded.

    I turned to my Goddess.  "Kris, I'm also sorry to you for
that remark.  It was stupid, and I let my mouth run off
without my brain being in gear."

    Kristen said, "I wasn't angry with you, Jim."

    "Are you done?" Lynette asked.

    "Um... I guess so."

    "Want some pancakes?  There's more batter in the kitchen."

    I went to the kitchen, but Kristen grabbed me before I
could enter it.  "You sit here, Jim," Kristen said.  "Too
many people have been saying 'I'm sorry.' Let's just love one
another for a day or so.  All right?"

    I looked at my lovely Goddess, and then over to Lynette.
"I'd appreciate that very much."

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