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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
is illegal in your part of the world to access and read erotic
fiction, or if you are underage, or if you don't like underage
sex stories, then you should stop now.

This story is copyright 2005 by Russell Hoisington.  Please do
not remove the author information or make any changes to this
story.  You may post freely to non-commercial (free) sites, or in
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 One:  Just Friends

                        Russell Hoisington

                                Four

      The white fabric roof of Denver International Airport was
designed to look like snow-capped mountains thrusting into the air
and was visible from miles away over the open plains.  The first
glimpse of it made Wynter's heart as heavy as one of Aunt Diane's
yucky cakes.  Sure, she would enjoy extra nights with her father,
but she didn't want to give up having Mother around just to get
them.  Mother said the occasional out-of-town trips were the price
she had to pay for being able to telecommute three and sometimes
four days a week.

      Jimmy, who was sitting to her left, behind her father, seemed
to notice the sadness in her heart and stopped talking, as if he
didn't want to intrude on her thoughts of her mother.  He was
always considerate that way, doing the right thing as naturally and
as unspectacularly as he breathed.  In fact, she might never have
noticed it if her father hadn't said something to her about it.
She guessed Daddy noticed it because he was that way himself most
of the time.  But Jimmy seemed to be like that all the time.

      When Daddy took the left turn to the United Airlines side of
the terminal she felt like she might start crying, and that wasn't
the grownup thing to do.  She sniffed and suddenly felt a warmth on
her left forearm.  She looked down at Jimmy's hand and followed his
arm back to see him softly smiling at her.  He squeezed her forearm
for a moment and gave her a gentle, understanding smile and a nod,
and then his hand was gone.  She understood his message:  _It's
okay.  You can cry if you need to_.  She decided she wasn't going
to cry, as much for Jimmy's benefit as for her mother's.  She
didn't want Mother's last memory of her for the next few days to be
that of a crying child.

      At the passenger drop-off Wynter thought she might have
whimpered for just an instant when she said, "I'll miss you."

      Mother gave her a big squeeze.  "I'll miss you, too,
sweetheart.  But I'm happy to know that you'll be here taking care
of your father for me.  If you weren't, he'd probably set himself
on fire trying to cook supper tonight."

      Jimmy laughed while Daddy just shook his head and looked like
an old sheep, knowing that she was right.  That helped chase her
sadness away.  Mother and Jimmy said their farewells.  Wynter
watched her parents kiss goodbye, and they waited until the skycap
had taken her mother's luggage through the door.

      "Okay," her father said as he turned to her.  "Next stop:  the
Museum of Nature and Science.  Who wants to sit up front?"

      "Um," Wynter said, "I, uh, I already have my seat belt
adjusted.  But Jimmy can sit up front.  If he wants to."

      Jimmy looked startled for some reason.  "Uh, mine's adjusted,
too.  I'll... I'll just stay back here.  It's not that far.  It's,
uh, just a few miles.  To the museum."

      Daddy sure had a weird grin on his face when he went around to
the driver's door.

                               ~ ~ ~

      Wynter stared up at the huge allosaurus skeleton poised to
pounce on her as she entered the museum.  She knew that as a Future
MD she should be able to see muscles and organs and skin around the
bones, but she was having trouble doing that and said so.
Allosauruses just didn't look much like people, even if they did
stand on their hind legs.

      "It's easy," said Jimmy, and in a few short sentences he had
her seeing the creature as it must have looked when it was alive.
It was even scarier than the skeleton, but she knew she was safe
because she had Jimmy and her father to protect her.  Even Daddy
was impressed with what Jimmy had made him see.

      Daddy was buying the tickets before she realized she'd put
Jimmy before her father in her thoughts.  She couldn't have been
more surprised--unless she'd put yucky Uncle Bob first, of course.

      They were disappointed that the planetarium renovation
wouldn't be completed for almost another year, but they did have
tickets for _two_ of the shows in the Imax theater.  They had time
for the gems and minerals exhibit before the first show started.
Jimmy didn't know much about those, but her father was a geological
engineer.  She was amazed at all the questions Jimmy had and how he
recalled her father's answers later when he asked other questions.
Daddy sure did look impressed as well.

      When she looked into the room that was built like part of a
cave and filled with gypsum crystals growing everywhere, she
couldn't believe anything so beautiful would be hidden under the
ground where people couldn't see it.  Even more amazing was the
six-foot wall of rhodochrosite crystals from the Sweet Home Mine.
Daddy said he'd been in that mine before and told them about it and
the rhodochrosite.  There was one huge crystal on display that
reminded her of a ruby shoebox.  When she mentioned that, Jimmy
explained the difference between the color of rubies and
rhodochrosite.  As he did that Daddy looked like she felt when her
heart was too big for her chest.

      Between the Imax shows they ate at the T-Rex Cafe and then
went through the Prehistoric Journey exhibit, where Jimmy again
brought long-dead creatures to life for her.  After the second Imax
show, where Wynter was still awed by the six-story-tall screen and
the way images seemed to pull her inside them, they toured the
Egyptian mummies.  Both Wynter and Jimmy were disappointed that the
exhibit didn't have any dissected mummies they could examine.
Jimmy proved to know as much about mummification as he did about
the extinct dinosaurs and mammals in Prehistoric Journey.  When he
explained it he reminded Wynter of Doctor Taylor explaining
surgical procedures to her.  She guessed that, in a way, they were
surgical procedures.

      They talked Richard into going through the North American
Wildlife exhibit before leaving for home, though they had to move
quickly because the hour was growing late.  She was amazed when
Jimmy told her how much the bears resembled human beings, though it
was difficult to tell because they had those big muzzles and wore
all that fur.  Daddy was obviously impressed as well as Jimmy
pointed out areas of similarity, such as ratios of bone length in
the legs.

      They let Jimmy out at his house well after sunset.  He had
stayed in the back seat with her for the return trip, and they had
discussed all that they had seen at the museum for the entire trip.
Before he got out he asked Wynter if she wanted to go to the new
_Star Wars_ movie matinee at the Aspenleaf Center with him the next
day.  She almost accepted before she remembered Suzie.

      "Um," she said, finding the words suddenly difficult to say
for some reason.  "I'd really love to, but you haven't been
spending much time with Suzie these days.  I... I think maybe you
should ask her first."

      The look of disappointment on his face surprised her.  She
hadn't seen that look since she'd moved into their house in town
and she'd told him she didn't need any help unpacking.

      "But," she added, "if she doesn't want to go, then I will.
Okay?"

      "Okay!"  Now he looked like he did when she finally told him
she could use his help putting things in her closet and on the top
shelves of her bookcase.  "Good night, Mister King.  Thanks for a
great day!"  He grabbed his sack from the Museum Shop and jumped
out.  In the sack was the half of a geode that he'd bought.  When
Jimmy bought that for his souvenir of the museum, Wynter thought
her father's face would split because he was grinning so wide.

      "Good night, Jimmy.  And think about what I said.  You'd make
a great geologist, and we don't have enough."

      Wynter giggled when she realized how much Daddy had sounded
like Doctor Taylor when he was talking her into attending medical
school instead of nursing school.

                               ~ ~ ~

      Richard closed the dishwasher door, punched the start button,
and rinsed his hands in the sink.  Naturally he'd been a little
disappointed when Wynter had invited Jimmy along for the trip to
the airport.  He'd made one or two secret plans for things to do
with Wynter when they were alone on the return drive.  He hadn't
thought at the time she said she'd invited Jimmy that he would be
happy about that.  He'd learned more about the boy that day than
he'd learned since they had moved to town.  He'd had no idea what
a natural talent the boy had for geology and geological
engineering.

      He turned off the water and reached for a paper towel.  He'd
have thought that Wynter would be more attracted to Kenny Taylor,
who wanted to be a doctor like his father.  Like Wynter.  But he
could see why she enjoyed being with Jimmy.  Like his parents,
Jimmy was a decent, polite, responsible, first-class person and,
without being unfair to Keith and Marti, was so much smarter than
his parents.  Richard didn't like the idea of a home without Wynter
in it, but he had to accept that some day it would be just Angie
and himself.  He could do much, much worse than Jimmy McCauley for
a son-in-law.  Why, the boy was practically a genius on top of his
other sterling attributes.  If he and Angie had been able to have
a second child, he'd have wanted a clone of Jimmy for a son.  Not
that he was displeased with his daughter, nosiree!  A man wants a
son in order to carry on his lineage, but a man really needs a
daughter to feel like a father.

      "Daddy?"

      He turned to see Wynter standing there in one of his Broncos
tee shirts, frowning up at him.  Her shadow wagged his tail beside
her.  He hadn't heard the dog's toenails clicking across the vinyl.
She crossed her arms below her small breasts.

      "Daddy, did you go away again?"

      He was holding a paper towel in one hand and dripping water
from the other into the sink.  "I guess I did," he admitted.  "It
was a nice place.  You were there."

      That brought out the dazzling white teeth.  "Well, I'm here
now.  Dragon and I want to go do the den, but we don't want to be
alone.  A bear might be hiding in there and attack us."

      Richard dried his hands and tossed the wadded paper towel into
the trash can from behind his back.  "If a bear is dumb enough to
attack you while Dragon is around, I feel sorry for the bear.  Do
you want something to drink?"

      The coral lips pursed and skewed sideways, considering.
"Maybe just a small orange juice.  I'm stuffed.  You sure did a
good job with supper."

      Richard opened the cabinet with the cups and glasses.  "All I
did was microwave the leftovers your mother put in the
refrigerator."

      "Yes, but there's an art to microwaving," she said as she
removed the juice container from the fridge.  "Not everyone can do
it properly."

      "Your Aunt Diane who could burn water in one, for instance?"

      "But like you said, she has created some interesting
variations on cement in hers."

      They had to wait until they stopped laughing to keep from
spilling the juice while pouring it.  Richard noticed that Dragon's
expression seemed to indicate his agreement.  The only thing he'd
ever seen that dog refuse to eat was one of Diana's attempts at
Thanksgiving dressing.

      After Wynter returned the juice container to the fridge he
proposed a toast with his glass.  "To a wonderful day with the
sweetest daughter in the whole wide world."

      She dipped her head and eyes for just a moment, but she didn't
blush.  Richard was pleased that she was finally able to handle
compliments.  "To a wonderful night with the bestest daddy in the
whole wide world," she said, clicking her glass with his.

      After they sipped juice he put an arm around her and started
toward the steps down to the den.  "You're not wearing a bra," he
noticed.

      "Nope.  I'm not wearing underpants, either."

                               ~ ~ ~

      Richard's diaphragm forced a growl/moan through his
constricted throat.  He was slumped against the backrest of the
couch and had his feet on the coffee table.  He wore a tee shirt on
his torso and an exceptionally aroused blonde around the Beast.
She straddled him, with the Broncos tee shirt tied around her neck
like a scarf.  His arms reached around her, cupping her small, firm
breasts in either hand and squeezing her nipples.  He watched
glistening beads of sweat trickle down along her spine in a
staccato rhythm as she fucked him with a savage ferocity.

      With her feet on the floor and her hands on his knees, she
rhythmically slammed her hot, slick little tube down around him,
jerked her hips upward, barely keeping the head of his erection
within her, and slammed down again, over and over in her frenzy of
need.  He marveled at how she always stopped just short of hurting
herself on the excess length of the Beast.

      Wynter usually wanted to make love the first time they had a
"sexual encounter session," as she called it, though she'd just
fuck him if he needed the release first.  Twice before had she
needed the self-centered release first, but he'd never seen her so
desperately horny as she was now.  She needed the orgasm and was
having trouble achieving it.  The Beast was a steel pipe
threatening to spew its load at any instant, and he was fighting to
keep it from doing so until she climaxed.  He forced himself to
concentrate on what he could do to help her.

      As Wynter made a high-pitched, mournful whine he had an idea.
He slid his right hand down and around her side until it was
cupping one of her butt cheeks, not an easy thing to do while she
was slam-fucking him, but the concentration required helped keep
him from launching his load into her.  He wet his middle fingertip
in her juices and then drew it back to caress her brown rosebud.
With a wiggle he inserted the tip into her rectum.

      He thought King Kong had squeezed his nuts, forcing them
through the Beast and into her body.  As he came down from the
orgasmic high he regained enough sense to realize that Wynter was
in the throes of her own massive release, her slender body jerking
on the edge of convulsions.  When he felt the spasms cease and the
tension begin fading from her body he waited a few seconds, then
eased his fingertip out of her butt.  Her body stiffened and jerked
three times, then resumed its slow collapse backward onto his.

      When he could lower his head and mumble into her ear he asked,
"I'm sorry.  I... I missed that... last thing... you said.  Was
that... 'Mmmmgmmmf... or 'Gormmmf'?"

      She fit a giggle around her gasps and rubbed the side of her
head against his neck while she regained her breath. "I needed
that," she said.

      "So I could tell."  He was now breathing heavily but no longer
gasping.  "What got into you?"

      She stopped rubbing his neck.  "Are you being a smarty pants?"
she asked in a suspicious tone.

      "No.  I know I was in you.  I meant, why were you so horny
this time?"

      She was silent for several moments before her shoulders rubbed
his chest in a shrug.  "I don't know.  You once said that people
have different levels for horniness and that sometimes you don't
know how horny you are until you start.  Which, I guess, could be
from looking forward to it for so long, or maybe it's because you
think of something different, something special, while you're doing
it.  Maybe it was one of those times."

      He was struck yet again by how analytical she could be even at
a time like this.  "Maybe it's because you didn't get your regular
Friday night with me."

      "Maybe."  She didn't sound convinced.  Then she giggled.  "You
never did that before."

      He twisted his lips around and planted a kiss somewhere on top
of her head.  "You seemed to be having trouble getting off, and I
didn't want to cum first and leave you hanging.  I had to think of
something."

      He wasn't sure if the sound that she made was a grunt, groan,
or giggle.  "Thank you for thinking about me first.  I love you,
Daddy."

      He wrapped his arms around her and held her in a snug embrace.
"I love you, too, honey.  I was just paying you back for those
times you put me first.  But don't think I didn't enjoy it, too."

      "I knew you enjoyed it by what you said."

      "What was that?"

      "It sounded like 'Eeeeeeyorrrrrrg!'"

      He snorted.  "Now who's being the smarty pants?"

      She giggled and brought her hands up to squeeze his arms
tighter around her body.  "Daddy, can I ask you a question?"

      He started to make a smart-ass comment about the difference
between "can" and "may," but something in her earnest tone changed
his mind.

      "Always.  You know that."

      "Is..."  She paused, as if searching for words.  "Is that what
love is like?  Always thinking of someone else first?"

      "Maybe not always.  This time you thought of yourself first,
but I knew you loved me anyway and would think of me next.  I think
most of the time it's true, though.  Why?"

      She was silent for a few moments, during which the Beast
slipped out of her.  She was so wrapped in thought that she didn't
voice her usual "Drat!"  Finally she shrugged again.  "I'm not
sure.  I was just curious, I guess."

      She pulled to her left and turned to face him.  "But speaking
of putting you first, you need to lie down and recover your
strength."

      "I do?"

      "Uh huh.  On one condition.  You have to hold me while you
rest so you can get it up again.  Then we're going to make love
until bedtime."

      "I see.  Then what are we going to do when bedtime gets here?"

      She gave him a wide-eyed stare.  "Well, I just don't know!
But you're the smartest Daddy I ever had.  I'm sure you'll think of
something."

      A sound from the floor interrupted his reply.  Dragon had
finally learned that Wynter was okay when she made all those
strange noises with Richard.  He had slept through the whole thing.
His feet twitched and he whimpered as he chased something in his
dreams.

      Richard turned his face to hers.  "I just thought of doggy
style."

      She looked at him from under her eyebrows for a moment, slowly
smiled, and then gave him one of the gentle end-of-nose-and-lips
daughter-style kisses that had been something special between them
most of her life.  "I knew I could always count on you to take care
of me."

      His welling tears surprised him, too.

                               ~ ~ ~

      Wynter opened one eye.  She could just see the window over the
pillow.  The sun was up.  The western sky, visible over the trees
dividing their lot and the Fergusons', was a striking shade of
blue, with a wisp of clouds looking as if it had been drybrushed
onto the heavens.  The sky didn't look like that very often,
especially in the summer, but whenever it did it was always the
signal for a special day.

      Her father's breath gently stirred the hair near the top of
her head.  His arm was draped over her, its weight resting on the
forearm bone, _the ulna_, and was holding her slender back to his
scarred chest in a gentle squeeze.  His upper leg was lying over
her lower one with the top of his thigh softly pressed against her
split--her _pussy_--making her feel all warm down there.  She
thought the day was already pretty darned special.  A little sigh
escaped as she ran her morning diagnosis.

      _The patient_, she decided, _is suffering from a distended
bladder caused by the need to void an overnight accumulation of
urine.  However, the patient is otherwise comfy and doesn't want to
give up her snuggle.  The patient can wait a little bit longer._

      She sighed again and closed her eye.  Besides that, the
patient didn't want to disturb her snuggler, who might be having
good dreams while he held her.  She didn't want to feel guilty
about interrupting those dreams.  She already felt guilty enough
because last night, while she was having her massive orgasm, her
thoughts had slipped away from her father for a moment--just a
brief moment--to someone else.  There he was, her father who loved
her with all his heart and who was doing his best to think about
her needs first, who was trying his best to take care of her before
taking care of himself, and for an instant she was thinking about
someone else.  It wasn't fair.



                                Five

      _"Suzie, the phone's ringing."

      "Ignore it, Jimmy.  It's just Kenny.  He's supposed to call
now to tell me if 'muff diving' is a joke or is real, like 'blow
jobs,' since Caroline won't tell me.  Kiss me, Jimmy, now."

      _Mmmmm_.  "Oh, Suzie, I love to kiss you."

      "I love to kiss you, too, Jimmy.  Would you like me to give
you a blow job?  You can muff dive me afterward."

      "Why, yes, thank you, Suzie.  I would very much...."_

      Her mother's voice echoed down the hall.  "Suzie!  Telephone!
It's...."

      Suzie dropped her arms to the bed, the renamed Ken and Barbie
dolls temporarily separated.  "I know," she shouted back.  "Tell
him I don't feel well and I'll call him tomorrow.  Okay?"

      "All right!"

      _"Where were we, Jimmy?"

      "You were about to give me a blow job, Suzie."

      "That's right.  Let me help you take off your pants.  Why,
Jimmy, what a huge thingy you have!"

      "Thank you, Suzie.  You know how us men like to be
complimented on the size of our thingys.  You know, you're the only
girl who's ever seen it.  You're the only one I love enough to show
it to."

      "And you're the only boy I love enough to let see my boobies.
Would you like to see them without a wet blouse in the way?"

      "Oh, yes, Suzie, I would.  They looked ever so good through
the wet blouse, and I'd love to see them naked.  Why, Suzie!  The
birthmark!  It's gone!"

      "I had it removed just for you, Jimmy."

      "Oh, Suzie!  If you love me that much, I'll muff dive you
first.  Would you like that?"

      "Why, yes, Jimmy.  I made it easy for you.  I left my panties
at home.  See?"_

      Suzie was still trying to work out the mechanics of muff
diving, holding the Suzie doll in a handstand, when the phone rang
again.  A few seconds later her mother called to her again.

      "Suzie!  It's Kenny!"

      "Fuck," she muttered.  Suzie didn't use that word very often.
It was an especially dirty word, and she saved it for super-special
occasions.  Kenny's calling back to interrupt her fantasies with
Jimmy certainly qualified as one of those occasions.

      She scooted to the side of the bed and lifted the handset to
her ear.  "I've got it!"

      She waited for the _click_ that said her mother had hung up
before snarling, "Why are you calling back?  Didn't Mother tell you
I'd call you tomorrow?"

      After a moment of silence Kenny stammered, "I...she...I mean,
well, she said you weren't feeling well and weren't taking any
calls this morning.  I told her that I'd promised to call you
earlier but I was late getting home.  I said I'd call back later if
you didn't feel like talking.  Then she hollered and you answered
the phone."

      Suzie frowned.  "You didn't call fifteen minutes ago?"

      "No.  I just got home.  I couldn't call you on the cell phone
because I was in the jeep with Dad, and you didn't want him to hear
me tell you that muff diving is really called 'cunnilingus,' did
you?"

      "If it wasn't you.... Huh!  Must have been Wynter King, Future
MD, wanting to play doctor again.  So it's real?"

      "Yeah!  It's called 'cunnilingus' and is also called," Kenny's
voice lowered to almost a whisper, "'eating pussy.'  But the guy
just uses his tongue, not his teeth."

      _Real!  Imagine that!_  "Listen, if Wynter asks, you don't
know, okay?  Then I'll know something Little Miss Smarty Pants
doesn't know."

      Silence.

      "Kenny!"

      "I can't.  We're both going to be doctors.  It wouldn't be
professional to withhold information."

      Suzie snorted.  "That sounds like something... _she_... would
say."

      "Well, actually, she did.  We were talk...."

      "I'm not feeling well, Kenny.  I gotta go."  She hung up and
glared at the phone.  At least she now knew "muff diving" was real.
She thought it might be, the way her slut sister had teased her
when she'd asked.  She'd bet Wynter didn't know it was real.  Or
how it was done.

      She groaned.  She'd forgotten to ask Kenny how it was done.
He said the guy used his tongue in her cunny.  Well, obviously he
thrust it in and out of her just like he'd do with his thingy when
they were screwing.  Her eyes fell on the caller ID display on the
base of her phone, and she cleared Kenny's number in annoyance.

      The McCauley number stared back at her.

      She gasped and threw back the sheet.  She had trouble getting
out of bed until she remembered to pull her panties up from around
her knees.  Then she raced to the kitchen.

      "Mom!  Did Jimmy call?"

      Her mom blinked at her, like a stupid cow at a soccer ball.
"You said you knew it was him and had me tell him you'd call him
tomorrow, remember?"

      She almost growled in frustration.  She didn't need _that_
reminder.  "What did he want?"

      "He wanted to know if you wanted to go to the new _Star Wars_
matinee with him."  Suzie groaned.  "But since you weren't feeling
well, he said he'd ask Wynter instead."

      "_WHAT?_"  She threw her head back and stared at the ceiling,
then closed her eyes.  _It wasn't fair!_  "I'm feeling a lot better
now.  I think I'll get dressed go down to the Aspenleaf Center for
a couple of hours.  Maybe look for... um, some school shoes, or
something."  She turned toward her room but was stopped by a sharp,
"Hold it!"

      Her shoulders sagged and she turned back to face her mother,
who said, "Jimmy called to ask you out.  You were too busy to talk
to him.  Instead he asked Wynter.  Now you want to go down there
and shoehorn yourself into the crowd?  No, ma'am."

      "But _Mother!_" she whined, stamping her right foot.

      Carolyn Middleton waggled a raised forefinger.  "Unh uh!  You
aren't going to ruin their time together because you passed on your
opportunity."

      "But I thought it was _Kenny_ on the phone!  It's not _fair!_"

      Her mother straightened and cupped her left hand over her
mouth, staring for a moment before sliding the hand down enough to
ask, "Are you saying you had me lie to Jimmy for you, thinking I'd
be lying to Kenny?"

      Suzie sagged further.  "No ma'am.  I think I'll go lie down
for a while longer."

      "I think you'd better."

                               ~ ~ ~

      Suzie squeezed her eyes tight and rolled her head back into
her pillow.  "How's that, Jimmy?  Isn't that better than a stupid
old movie with that stupid Wynter?"

      Suzie shivered and moaned before "Jimmy" replied, _"Oh, yes,
Suzie!  If this makes you happy, I'll do it for you every night
before we have sex."_

      "I would love for you to muff dive me every night, Jimmy."

      _"Then I'll muff dive you three hundred and fifty-six nights
a year."_

      "You don't have to muff dive me during 'that time,' Jimmy.
I'm not a slut like Caroline."

      _"Whatever you ask, Suzie.  All I want to do is make you happy
for the rest of your life because I love you."_

      The rough features of the doll's unyielding head were
beginning to make her cunny sore.  She pulled it out, yanked down
the doll's pants, and bent its legs back at the hips.  "Fuck me
now, Jimmy.  I need to feel your huge thingy doing me."

      _"And I need to do you, Suzie.  You know how us men don't
think of anything but doing beautiful women, and I think of doing
you all the time.  I need to fuck you to make you happy."_

      Suzie pressed the rounded bulge at the doll's groin against
her clitty and began rubbing it up and down.  Her knees rose,
tenting the sheet, as they strained outward against the
constricting panties around them.  She liked the tension of her
knees trying to push outward against the cloth as she rubbed her
clitty, but she had to be careful.  She'd already torn three pairs,
and her stupid mom had asked questions that were none of her
business the last time.  She wondered if it would be possible for
her to wear them like that when Jimmy did her every night after
they were married.

      _"Am I doing it right, Suzie?  Making you feel good is all I
want in this world."_

      "Oh, yes, Jimmy," she gasped, reminding herself not to make
too much noise or her stupid mother would come to check up on her.
"You...."

      It happened.  She jerked the doll rapidly against her clitty,
glad in some distant corner of her mind that she had enough
cunny-cream smeared around down there to keep it from burning her
this time.  Her knees pushed against the panties.  Her head
strained backward as she shook, then snapped forward as she tried
to curl into a ball.  Her whole body shook.  And again.  And again.
Her cunny throbbed and throbbed and throbbed, sending little waves
through her body on top of the spasms.

      Slowly she relaxed and gasped for air.  Happy giggles escaped
at intervals.

      "Jimmy, you did good," she whispered.  She bet Miss Future MD
never had a cum that good.  She bet Miss Future MD never had a cum
at all.  She bet Miss Future MD though a clitty was just something
to describe in one of her stupid notebooks.  She bet....

      _Whoa!_

      Her head rose from the pillow.  Her knees were wide apart and
lying on the bed.  She lifted the sheet with the hand holding the
doll and saw the torn yellow cloth.

      "_Fuck!_" shot out in a whispered explosion.  "Jimmy!  Look
what you just did, you idiot!"

                               ~ ~ ~

      Jimmy let Wynter pick the seats.  She gave him a shy smile to
show her appreciation for his thoughtfulness and chose the middle
of a row slightly forward of the middle of the theater.  She liked
that area because it was close enough that the screen filled her
vision and far enough back that she didn't have to jerk her head
around trying to see everything.  And the middle of the row made
her feel like she was in the middle of whatever was happening.  She
sure liked those new seats the theater had installed last year.
She could lean back a little, like it was a recliner, and they were
soft and comfortable, and they had cup holders built into the
armrests.

      When she was seated Jimmy handed her the popcorn tub and used
his now-free hand to tilt down his seat to the left of hers.  She
had wanted to buy the popcorn and drinks because Jimmy had paid for
the tickets, but he insisted that since he had invited her, he
should pay for those as well.

      Jimmy put his drink in the cup holder on his side and took the
tub.  He tilted it so that she could easily get popcorn from it.
She smiled and thanked him for all he had done.  He'd even asked
the girl at the counter for extra butter because he knew she liked
it that way, even though he didn't.  He could have bought
individual popcorn and had his own with less butter, but he'd said
his dad had told him that sharing popcorn was the best way to see
a movie with someone.

      She liked the thoughtful way he always waited until after
she'd moved her hand out of the way before reaching for another
mouthful for himself.  Kenny would just grab for the popcorn,
sometimes knocking it out of her hand before she could get it out
of the tub.

      They talked about Spinderella and the museum exhibits until
the lights began to fade.  During the previews they whispered about
whether they thought each would be something they might want to
watch.  She thought that upcoming _Sky Captain_ movie looked a lot
like some of the old movies that Mother and Daddy liked to watch,
despite its giant robots, but they decided that it looked
interesting.  Jimmy asked if she'd like to see it with him when it
opened next year.  She was so excited she said, "Yes!" before she
thought of Suzie.  She chastised herself for being so selfish and
wondered how she could make it up to her friend.  Then the slide
announced the Feature Attraction, and all the kids and many of the
grownups cheered.

      When the drum roll, horn fanfare, and strings played, she read
the music in her head.  She knew it by heart.  She thought the
string part sounded nice on her flute, but it didn't do the brass
fanfare the justice that her piano did.  And she had worked out a
way to make the piano play the drum roll and sound right.

      The screen went dark, and then the blue words faded in,
causing her breath to catch:

      "A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...."

      She was still holding her breath when the screen faded to
black.  And then she jumped and let out a little scream when the
opening b-flat chord blasted through the sound system!  She wasn't
alone--she'd heard many other shrieks beside her own, and Jimmy had
jumped in his seat too.  Still, she was embarrassed about it and
hoped he couldn't see her face glowing in the dark.

      _Oh, no!_  He was looking at her!  But he just grinned and
nodded his head, and she realized he was saying he'd been startled,
too, and he understood.  Then both turned their heads back to read
the words scrolling up the screen.

      They sat wide-eyed and almost motionless, fully absorbed in
the movie, as only their hands and arms moved to fetch popcorn or
a sip of their drinks and their mouths moved to chew and swallow.
When the pale, poisonous, millipede-like creatures began crawling
along Senator Amidala's bed, Wynter could barely breathe.  Her hand
crept into the nearly-empty popcorn tub and froze in mid-air.
Jimmy's hand followed and closed around hers.  Neither was
conscious of that until Anakin cut the two creatures in half, and
then both looked at the tub and then to each other's faces.

      Jimmy's was as red as hers felt.  He began to stammer an
apology.

      "It's okay," she whispered.  "I'm not mad."

      Some time during the flying car chase the empty popcorn tub
found its way to the floor and they sat with their hands gripping
the arm rests.  She squirmed in her seat as the changeling made her
way through the bar and drew her pistol.  She relaxed after Obi-Wan
whirled and cut the creature's hand off with his light saber.

      And realized her hand was now gripping Jimmy's.

      They looked at each other simultaneously again, and once more
he blushed, jerking back his hand and stammering again.

      "I don't mind if you don't," she whispered.  "It's natural for
people to turn to each other for support when they have shared
anxieties."

      He seemed to look relieved.  "You sure?" he asked in what
sounded like a hopeful whisper.

      "Uh huh."  She nodded.

      "Okay."

      He matched his hand to hers, palm-to-palm, and slowly,
tentatively, entwined his fingers with hers.

      It was the best movie Wynter had ever seen.

                               ~ ~ ~

      Wynter turned from talking to Jimmy when the door opened.
"Hi, Mrs. Middleton."

      "Hello, Wynter."

      "Good afternoon, Mrs. Middleton."

      "Good afternoon, Jimmy.  You two come in, please.  How was the
movie?"

      "Um, it was, uh, great!" said Jimmy as he waited for Wynter to
enter first.

      Wynter saw that same weird smile on Mrs. Middleton's face that
she'd seen on her father's at the airport.  She followed the lady's
gaze to Jimmy's face and saw that he was blushing, almost hiding
his freckles with the intensity.  Wynter knew very well what it was
like to be embarrassed in front of others.  She stopped in the
middle of the living room and drew Mrs. Middleton's attention back
to herself.

      "Yeah!  I mean, yes, ma'am.  It was _really_ good.  We came to
see how Suzie is doing," she explained.  "We were worried about her
since she didn't feel like going to the movies today."

      Mrs. Middleton's eyes shifted to Wynter.  "Oh, I think she's
feeling much better now.  She spent the day in bed, and I think
it's done her a world of good."  Her voice sounded to Wynter like
her father's did when he was saying an inside joke to her that
nobody else understood.  She didn't understand the joke, but maybe
Jimmy did.  If she needed to know, she was sure he'd tell her
later.  "Would you like to come in?  She's in her room.  I'll tell
her you're here."

      Both thanked her and waited in the living room while she went
to Suzie's room.  They checked the display cabinets in the corners
for new additions to Mrs. Middleton's collection of small ceramic
dogs.  Wynter's favorite was the one that looked like Dragon.

      Wynter's mind was elsewhere as she glanced through the case.
Since Suzie had turned down going to the movies with Jimmy, she was
afraid that her parents were wrong and that Suzie had really been
hurt at the lake.  She was sorry she'd misjudged her wonderful
friend.

      "Wynter?"

      She blinked and turned.  Jimmy was frowning at her.  "Huh?"

      "Are you okay?"  _Anxiety in his voice_, she diagnosed.  "You
didn't answer me, and you were just standing there, staring."

      "Oh, I'm sorry.  I guess that's what it like when Daddy 'goes
someplace else,' as we call it.  I was just worried about Suzie."
She didn't think it was a good idea to tell Jimmy that she was
concerned because she'd been wrong about her friend.  Not tell him
now, that is.  She would tell him later because Daddy always said
that real friends could tell each other anything.  Anything except
her sexual experiences with her father, of course.  "What did you
say?"

      He smiled and nodded, the way he always did to tell her he
understood and that it was okay.  She liked the thoughtful way he
did that, and she thought he looked kinda cute when he did it.

      Jimmy pointed.  "I said that Shar-Pei is a new one since the
last time I looked.  I think its face looks like old Mister
Fogarty's."

      She looked at it and giggled.  "Yeah, it does."

      "I think so, too," said Mrs. Middleton, startling them.
Neither had heard her enter the room.  "In fact, I call it 'Fogie'
because of him."

      They all laughed, and then Mrs. Middleton said, "Suzie said
for you to go back to her room.  Would you like some lemonade?  I
just made a fresh pitcher, and Suzie wants some."

      "Yes, please," Jimmy said.

      "Me, too, please.  Jimmy, you go on back and I'll bring the
glasses so Mrs. Middleton doesn't have to make an extra trip."

      As Jimmy went toward Suzie's room Wynter turned back to Mrs.
Middleton and found the lady shaking her head and smiling at her.
"Wynter, I don't know very many kids your age who are as thoughtful
as you are."

      She couldn't stop her head from lowering, but at least she
didn't blush.  "It's just what Mother and Daddy said I should do.
And Jimmy's that way, too!"

      Mrs. Middleton wrapped an arm around her shoulders and
squeezed.  It felt really good, like when Mother hugged her.  Mrs.
Middleton was really nice and reminded her of her mother in several
ways.  "I know he is.  I hope the two of you will rub off on Suzie
a little.  You're both good examples for her."

      The plastic tray had six indentations that matched the bottoms
of the insulated drinking glasses, making it easy to carry drinks
without spilling them.  Wynter was extra careful anyway, not
wanting to spill the lemonade on the beige hall carpet.  The
Middletons had an older house, and the carpet pile was showing
signs of wear, but Mrs. Middleton kept it clean.  Wynter wanted to
help keep it clean, too.  She liked that house.  It had a warm,
cozy, lived-in feel, like their old house in the mountains where
she'd grown up.  It was clean, but it didn't have an
antiseptic-clean feel like a hospital.  Or like her new house had
felt at first, though the new house was slowly becoming more cozy.

      As she reached Suzie's door she heard Jimmy say, "_Suzie!_"
with a gasp.  He sounded more shocked than surprised or thrilled.

      She stepped through the door and saw Jimmy standing red-faced
beside Suzie's bed.  Suzie had thrown back the covers and had one
leg on the bed and the other over the side, as if she were getting
up.  Suzie's nightie was up above her hips and _she wasn't wearing
any underpants!_  The fat little pads of Suzie's outer labia were
puffy, covered with a little more abundant and slightly darker
pubic hair than her own, and they were apart, showing the inner
redness of Suzie's split and of her labia minora.  Suzie's natural
lubrication glistened in her split and on the pubic hair around her
vestibule.  "Oh!" Wynter gasped.  _She's been masturbating, and she
forgot that she didn't have her underpants on!_

      Suzie seemed to glare at her for a moment, then looked down.
"Oh, my goodness!" she said as she pulled her leg back onto the bed
and spread the sheet over herself.

      Jimmy had once described "time displacement" to her.  Wynter
thought that was what she was experiencing because Suzie seemed to
move too slowly for someone who had just been embarrassed like
_that_.  Jimmy had turned toward her, his face as red as hers felt.

      But Suzie, she realized, wasn't blushing at all.

                               ~ ~ ~

      _Fuck!

      _For an instant Suzie was mad that Wynter had chosen _that_
moment to enter the room.  _But_, she realized as the dolt turned
away from looking at her wide-open cunny, _he wasn't going to look
again today, anyway_.  Tonight, after he went to bed, he'd lie
there in the dark and play with his stiffy, unable to think about
anything except what she'd shown him.  Plus he was close enough
that he could smell her cunny cream when she threw back the sheet,
fanning it in his direction.  She knew that men couldn't resist the
fairy moans that Kenny had said were in it.  She didn't really
understand how the heck you could smell a moan rather than hear it,
but Jimmy probably did.  If she ever needed to know about something
that stupid, she would just ask him after they were married.  She
didn't need to worry about it now.

      Miss Smarty Pants Future MD, she suddenly realized, had done
her a favor.  Wynter hadn't given Jimmy a chance to get a really
good look at her cunny.  He'd be lying there rubbing his stupid
stiffy and smelling the fairy moans in his nose and trying to
remember exactly what he'd seen and wouldn't be able to.  He'd jump
at the chance for a better look and would hang around her waiting
for another chance to see it.  She'd overheard her stupid slut
sister talking about that very thing with that other stupid slut,
Annie MacReady.

      That was what had given her the idea in the first place.  When
Mom had told her that her man was in the living room with...
_her_... the plan had jumped right into her mind.

      As she slowly pulled the sheet back over her, making sure that
it fanned more of the fairy moans toward Jimmy, she decided that
maybe it wasn't such a curse having Caroline for a sister after
all.  Even decent girls like her could occasionally learn something
useful from a slut.



                                Six

      _Fuck!_

      In the quiet emptiness of her room Suzie Middleton fumed in
the middle of her bed, her legs crossed under the sheet at her
ankles, her arms crossed under her small boobies, and her face in
a frown that could intimidate a little yip-yap like Mrs. Robinson's
Yorkshire terrier.  It wasn't fair!  Little Miss Perfection had
gone to the movie with _her_ Jimmy and _something_ had happened.
Suzie wasn't sure what it was, but every time somebody mentioned
the movie their eyes would glance at each other in that "I know
something you don't know" way like girls sharing secrets.  Why
Jimmy would want to look like a girl hiding a secret was beyond
her, but then he did so many weird things anyway.  For a moment she
wondered if maybe she should start retraining him now rather than
waiting until after they were married, but she quickly gave that
question up.  She had to get him _back_ from that man-stealing
little witch first or there wouldn't _be_ any wedding.

      Her frown deepened and her lower lip slowly disappeared back
between her teeth.

      Why couldn't Wynter find her own man?  Why did... _she_...
have to steal _hers_?  It wasn't fair!  Why not take that stupid
Kenny?  This was all his fault anyway, for not calling when he was
supposed to.  And he wanted to be a doctor just like Miss Future
MD.  Obviously Kenny was perfect for her!  And Kenny knew a lot
about sex.  He could teach Wynter how to do it, leaving Jimmy
available for his future wife to train properly to serve her
womanly needs every night of their marriage just the way she liked
it.

      She snorted a laugh.  If she failed to get him back she could
just see Wynter and Jimmy on their wedding night, sitting on the
edge of the bed fully clothed and saying, "Now what?" and Wynter
would have to get out one of her stupid notebooks to see if she had
written down any instructions.

      Jimmy wouldn't have that problem married to Suzie McCauley.
No way!  She'd see to it that her husband knew exactly what to do
to please his wife.  Jimmy would clearly understand that he wasn't
about to just shoot his stuff in his loving wife and roll over and
go to sleep, the way Caroline complained that her boyfriends wanted
to do.  Jimmy was going to understand that _her_ needs came first,
and _then_ he could shoot off and go to sleep.  Jimmy was going to
_show_ her how much he loved her!

      She moved her leg and felt the panties Jimmy had torn still
lying there.  She couldn't leave them under the cover.  Her stupid
mother might find the stupid things and start asking a bunch of
stupid questions.  She grabbed them, slid out of bed, and crammed
them into the bottom of her backpack.  She'd throw them away
somewhere else.

      She lifted the bottom of her nightie up to her waist, crawled
back into bed, and slid to the middle.  She changed her mind and
slid back until her butt bumped the pillows.  She liked the way the
sheets felt when they slid across her bare bottom, and she took a
moment to enjoy the sensation before getting back to the real
problem.

      At least Jimmy had agreed to take her to that stupid movie
tomorrow.  She couldn't believe Wynter had actually been stupid
enough to say that she thought it was a good idea and had
_encouraged_ him to do so.  She guessed Little Miss Perfection
thought she had him sewed up for herself, and he was so rapturized
by her that Suzie didn't stand a chance of ever getting him back.
Well, she'd just improve on whatever it was that Wynter had done.
Everybody knew that men were such mindless dolts that it was easy
for another woman to turn their heads.  Even if it was to turn them
back to the woman their heads had been turned away from in the
first place!

      _Well_, she corrected herself, _it looks like everyone knows
that except Wynter_.  And once she got Jimmy's head turned back in
the right direction, she'd see to it that he _never_ had a chance
to get it turned away again!

      She re-crossed her arms under her boobies and thought about
that.  What _had_ Wynter done?  Had she kissed him?  That stupid
nose-and-lips kiss she'd seen Wynter give her father a couple of
times?  Jimmy was probably weird enough to think that was cute or
something if Little Miss Just-as-Weird did it to him.  No, not
"probably."  Jimmy needed a lot of work to straighten himself out,
but fortunately for him, she was the only one who loved him enough
to bother.

      She'd just have to teach Jimmy what a real kiss was like.
Everybody knew a man couldn't resist a woman who French kissed him,
though she had no idea why the French kissed like that.  She wasn't
even sure where France was.  Somewhere north of Chicago, maybe?
But that wasn't important, and when she decided she wanted Jimmy to
take her there, _he_ could figure out where the stupid place was.
Figuring out a way to kiss Jimmy and make him think it was his idea
was the really important thing.  She'd heard Caroline and Annie
saying that you had to make the man think it was his idea and then
he'd do anything.  Men were such dolts.  But how was she going to
make _her_ dolt want to kiss her?

      She took a deep breath and let it out in a groan of
frustration.  She felt her boobies lift from her arm and then
slowly settle back down onto it.  Her lower lip slid out of her
teeth, and she pulled the neck of her nightie out so that she could
look down it.  Her round cheeks pushed outward as a grin spread
across her face.

                               ~ ~ ~

      They turned right when they pulled out of Suzie's driveway,
heading west along Wheeler Way until it ended at Fourteenth Street.
They crossed it and rode their bikes down the trail through the
pine and cedar trees and into Otter Park.  They waved or spoke to
the hikers, joggers, bicycle riders, and Sunday picnickers they met
along the way.  At the clearing with the ball fields, where three
different baseball games were underway, they took the northern
trail and were quickly back among the aspen and evergreen trees.
They dismounted and walked their bikes across the bridge at
Porcupine Creek, then parked them off the west side of the trail
and followed the creek upstream a few dozen yards.

      It's a shame Anakin has to become Darth Vader," Wynter sighed.
"I like him.  He's nice."

      Jimmy's eyes scanned the trees and turned to hers as he said,
"I guess lots of people start off nice and then change into mean
ones.  I guess it's sometimes because they misunderstand what's
really going on, the way Anakin does, and sometimes just because
they want to be mean."

      "I just wish he could stay nice.  That all people could stay
nice."

      A splash drew their attention to the water.  They stopped and
watched, but saw nothing.  As they resumed their trek Jimmy said,
"But Luke brings him back to the light side of the Force before he
dies, though."

      "It must be nice to help people not to be mean anymore."

      Jimmy looked sideways at her.  "Probably as nice as helping
them not be sick any more."

      She hadn't thought of that.  "I hope so," she said, giving him
a soft smile that he returned.  "Here we are."

      They had reached the big spruce tree and a flat, reddish
sandstone outcropping that caused the water to bend around it.  The
bend had a backwater pool on the downstream side.  The water was
lower this time of year, but the pool was still about three feet
deep.  They lay on the rock and looked over the edge into the cold
water as it eddied in the dappled sunlight.

      They whispered and pointed at different things they saw.  They
lay quietly for several minutes.  Wynter glanced up and gave a
soft, "Shhh," as her right hand crept over her left forearm and
closed just below Jimmy's elbow.  "Up slow right," she whispered.
It had taken practically no time for them to devise a whispered
code for their nature watching, as if each already had the same
meaning for the words in mind.  Wynter had said, "Up," not "Trees."
Moving nothing except his eyes Jimmy looked at the ground across
the creek and followed it upstream.  Not twenty feet away a mule
deer stood with her fawn on the opposite bank, looking at them.
They almost held their breath to keep from making a sound or moving
their bodies.

      The doe's head and eyes moved as she scanned the area, always
coming back to the two of them.  The fawn's front legs splayed out
and it lowered its head to drink.  When it finished she also drank,
pausing several times to lift her head and scan for danger.  Then,
as silently as they had arrived, they turned and disappeared into
the trees.

      "Oh, wow!" Jimmy whispered as he looked at her with large eyes
and a big grin.

      Wynter grinned back and nodded, leaning her shoulder into his
for a moment.  "Have you ever seen that before?" she whispered.

      "Not this close!  Did you see the way she kept looking at us?"

      "And the way she used her head to push the baby back into
place when it started to wander away?"

      After several more whispered exchanges she suddenly realized
her hand was still on Jimmy's arm.  She didn't mean to look down so
quickly, but she couldn't stop herself in time.  He glanced down
and then back up at her eyes.  She started to apologize, but he
said, "Shhh," and then grinned and nodded in that "It's okay" way
he had.  She kept her blue-green eyes on his blue ones, but felt
her head dip of its own accord.  _Drat!_  She still couldn't
control that, no more than she could control the shy smile that
crept along her coral lips.

      Jimmy leaned his shoulder against hers and looked down in the
water.  "Brook," he whispered.

      Wynter looked down at the trout drifting lazily across the
pool.  It halted on the upstream side of a fallen branch.  "Unh
uh," she corrected.  "Brownie."

      "Yeah."

      A minute later she realized that while she'd tried to
apologize for not removing her hand from his arm, she'd left it
there.  She applied a little more gentle pressure to the shoulder
that was leaning into hers.  After another few minutes of silence
she carefully, tentatively, scooted sideways against him.

      She thought she heard a soft sigh, like Dragon made when he
was content.

      Like Daddy made when he squeezed her in his strong arms and
kept holding her after he loosened his grip.

      She knew that thought should have made her feel guilty, but
she didn't.  She felt guilty about not feeling guilty.  _That_, she
realized, _doesn't make sense_.  She wanted to ask Jimmy about it,
but it might raise questions, and she didn't want to tell him that
she couldn't answer them.

      A pine squirrel on a branch above them barked its displeasure
at something and then was silent.  Two minutes passed.

      "Brownie left two," Jimmy whispered.

      Two feet left of the brown trout a school of a dozen small
minnows slowly made its way upstream in a series of sideways darts.
As it passed the fallen branch the trout lunged.  All but two
minnows scattered.  Those two had been eaten.

      Jimmy gave her a sly sideways glance.  "He who hesitates is
lunch," he whispered.

      She giggled and stuck her tongue out at him.  "Smarty pants."
She glanced at her watch.  "Time."

      Instead of looking at his watch Jimmy twisted his head to look
at hers.  "Yeah."  He sounded disappointed.  He stayed close to her
as they backed off the rock in a low crawl.

      They were in no hurry as they started down the trail.  "I wish
we could stay longer," she said.

      "Yeah.  Me too.  I'd like to come back tomorrow."

      She shrugged.  "Well, maybe you could bring Suzie here after
the movie."

      Was that a snort she heard?

      "Suzie doesn't appreciate all this stuff the way you do," he
said, studying his shoes as they meandered back toward their bikes.
"Sometimes she pretends to like it, but usually she acts the same
way she did at the docks."

      "Well, then you should take turns doing things the other
likes.  That's what friends do."

      Jimmy's head came up.  He looked aside into the trees.
"Suzie's idea...."

      When he didn't finish the thought she asked, "What?"

      He glanced at her and then looked away again.  "Suzie's idea
of taking turns is doing what she likes and then not doing what she
doesn't like.  You know that."

      She did.  "It's probably attention deprivation.  Caroline got
all the attention because of her problems.  It sure couldn't have
been easy growing up as the sister of the...."  That wasn't polite,
and she was sorry she'd almost said it.

      "The town slut," he finished.  She thought that he sounded
like saying it bothered him, too.  But she had learned that Jimmy
wasn't one to back away from the truth, even when it wasn't
pleasant.  He would always say what had to be said even if it would
hurt someone's feelings.  Even then he'd try to find the least
offensive, least hurtful way to say it, but he would say it if
necessary.

      "Yeah."

      Jimmy was quiet for a minute.  "Do you think something like
that is hereditary?"

      "What?"

      "Being the town slut."

      That surprised her.  It sounded more like a question Kenny
Taylor would ask, but she and Jimmy had an understanding that they
could ask each other anything.  Her father had taught her to accept
any question without getting mad as long as the other person was
willing to accept "No comment" without getting mad.  She was
surprised that Jimmy felt the same way, and that a response of "I
can't answer that" was always final with him, too.

      She thought for a minute.  "It could be hereditary, I guess.
Why?"

      It was Jimmy's turn to shrug.  "It seems to run in the
family."

      She froze in her tracks.  She felt a tug as Jimmy jerked to a
halt.  She was surprised to discover that her arm was under his and
that their fingers were interlaced.  Without releasing her grip she
asked, "What do you mean?  Mrs. Middleton is one of the nicest
ladies in town.  Everybody says so."

      He shook his head.  "Not her.  Suzie.  Maybe it's a recessive
gene and skips generations."

      Wynter's head tilted sideways as she stared at him, sort of
like Dragon's in his "curious pose."  She couldn't make sense of
what he said.  "Suzie?  She's not a... she's not like Caroline."

      Jimmy shrugged.  "I dunno.  But you saw her at the docks in
that see-through blouse."

      Wynter nodded.  "Yeah.  I tried to cover her up before she
realized what she'd done and got embarrassed, though."

      "She knew what she'd done and she wasn't embarrassed."  He let
her think about that a moment and added, "And then there was that
leg cramp business."

      "Physi--physi-o-logically, the way she was sitting and then
the exposure to the cold water could have triggered a muscle
spasm."

      Her father sometimes gave her a certain look just before he
started explaining a mistake she'd made.  It was very subtle, but
she'd learned to recognize it.  She'd just recognized it.  "Wynter,
you've had muscle spasms and rubbed them out, haven't you?  Or
rubbed them out for other people?"

      She nodded.  When she was her father's assistant nurse, back
before she decided to become a doctor, she'd helped Nurse Carter
with his leg cramps on a few occasions.  And she sometimes had her
own calf muscles cramp.  "Uh huh."

      "What did her leg feel like to you?"

      "It felt supple.  But you had the one with the cramp."

      "It felt the same way."

      "But...."  Her face puckered and she pushed her lips sideways
in thought.  _Could Mother and Daddy have been right after all?_

      "And this afternoon, showing me her...  showing herself like
that."

      The way his lips had pursed, Wynter was sure he was about to
say, "her pussy."  But Jimmy had always used the proper medical
terms whenever they had mentioned anything to do with sex.  He
didn't use the grownup words she used with her father whenever they
were alone and having sexual activities together.  "Maybe she just
forgot she didn't have any underpants on."

      She recognized that look again.  "Have you ever....  Um....
Do you ever...."

      She could tell he was looking for the right words to avoid
embarrassing or offending her.  She'd never known anybody that
thoughtful or considerate of her except her parents and
grandparents, and her heart suddenly felt as if it were trying to
outgrow her chest again.  "Just ask, okay?"

      "Um, yeah."  He looked aside.

      _Anxiety disorder again._

      "Have you ever been in bed without any underwear on?"

      She sure had.  She didn't wear underpants when she
masturbated, which was rather frequently now that she was a
grownup.  Except for her nights with her father, of course, and
then she didn't wear underpants or anything else.  But she couldn't
exactly tell him that.  She hoped he wouldn't ask why she didn't
wear underpants to bed.  "Sometimes."

      "Yeah, me too."  His reddish face reddened a little more.  He
was blushing!  Did Jimmy masturbate, too?  She'd never thought
about that.  She knew Kenny did, but it never occurred to her that
Jimmy might.  He continued.  "Could you lie there with no underwear
and a nightie up around your waist and not know it?"

      "Only when...."  Too late.  She felt her face burn.  Jimmy
wasn't dumb.  He'd just learned that much of what she did.  "No."

      He was looking away.  Deliberately looking away, pretending he
hadn't noticed.  She just couldn't believe how thoughtful he was
when she did something to embarrass herself.  She hoped she was as
thoughtful for him, but she was afraid that she wasn't.  "Me
either.  So how could Suzie not know?"

      Jimmy certainly sounded more grown-up than she was at the
moment.  But there must be an explanation for Suzie's behavior.
"Maybe it's because of stress.  Stress causes mental amber... um,
aberrations."  She hated stumbling over words when she talked to
Jimmy. She didn't want him to think she was dumb.  She thought a
moment and then the words came out almost in a whisper.  "Maybe
it's attention deprivation."

      Jimmy frowned.  "Caroline again?"

      "No."  She sighed, feeling sad for Suzie.  "Me."

      "You?"  Now he was giving her the look Daddy usually reserved
for dumb old Aunt Diane when she said something really stupid.

      "Well, I've been taking up too much of your time.  She used to
do stuff with you, and now you aren't paying as much attention to
her because of me."

      He arched his eyebrows and shook his head.  Then a really
suspicious look spread over his face.  "Does that have something to
do with why you said I should take her to the movie?"

      _Uh oh._  Nothing to do but confess.  "Yeah."

      Now she didn't know what he looked like.  He thought for a
minute.  "Suzie sure is lucky to have you as a friend.  And," his
head dropped the way hers sometimes did when she was embarrassed,
"so am I."

      She thought her heart was going to explode through her chest
like that yucky creature in _Alien_.  Her head went down, too, and
her eyes fixed on their joined hands.

      She sighed.  "We gotta get home."

      They walked back, holding hands and pointing at things with
their free ones.

      Something in the water caught her eye.  At first she thought
it was a goldfish, though she knew there wouldn't be any in
Porcupine Creek.  She stopped and looked for the cause of the
flash.  Maybe it was just the sun catching a fish just right.  She
glanced to her right and saw something oddly familiar sticking up
from the bottom.  _That looks like...._  "Wait a minute," she said
and waded two feet from the bank.  Cold water saturated her white
socks and white tennis shoes, but it was only ankle deep.

      She bent over and picked it up.  It was!

      "Jimmy!  Look!"  She turned and held the arrowhead toward him.
His eyes got really big, but he took her gently by the wrist and
helped her out of the creek.  Then he took the arrowhead and turned
it over in his hands, eyes wide with excitement.  "Oh, wow!  It's
not a fishing arrow," he said.  "It's too big and too broad.  It's
from a hunting arrow."  He looked at it a moment longer and then
held it out to her.

      "You keep it," she said.  "I've got others at home.  That
one's yours."

      "Yeah, but you found it."

      "Yeah.  But you took me to the movies and paid for everything.
You did something nice for me and now I'm doing something nice for
you."

      He shook the arrowhead at her.  "You don't owe me anything.
That was a gift."

      Her shoulders bounced in a quick shrug.  "So's the arrowhead."
She held her left arm forward at an angle, her palm down.

      He moved the arrowhead to his left hand and his fingers meshed
with hers.  "Wow!  Thanks!  But now I owe you.  This has to be
worth a lot more than the movie and stuff."

      "I'm not keeping score, silly."  The happy look on his face
made her heart feel really good, and that was payment enough for
her.  She listened to what he had to say about arrowheads as they
walked back to their bicycles hand-in-hand.

      She had to remind herself not to be unhappy that Jimmy was
taking Suzie to the movies the next day.

                               ~ ~ ~

      Dragon's head lifted from his water bowl.  Water dripping from
his lips and chin made the look he gave Richard all the more
forlorn.

      "I know, boy," Richard said.  "I miss her, too.  But she knows
it's time to come home.  She should be...."  He stopped when Dragon
tilted his head left and then right, lifted his ears, lashed his
tail, and then rushed to the front door, leaving him alone in the
kitchen.  _Jimmy came home with her_, he realized.

      He scooped the potato peelings into a plastic grocery bag and
rinsed his hands, moving to the side where he could see through the
storm door as he dried them.  She was sitting on the steps removing
her shoes and socks.  They looked wet.  Jimmy was looking at
something in his hand and talking to her.  When Dragon started
dancing and whimpering loudly, Jimmy looked toward the door, said
something to Wynter, and then stepped around her to let Dragon out.

      Richard turned to toss the sack of peelings into the trash and
put the pot of potatoes on the stove.  The door opened with a
creak--_Gotta spray some silicone in that hinge_, he
remembered--and two happy eleven-year-olds and an ecstatic Labrador
retriever rushed in.

      "Hi, Daddy!"  Wynter threw her arms around his waist and
squeezed.  He returned the squeeze and bent to receive a daughterly
kiss.

      "Good afternoon, Mr. King."

      "Hello, Jimmy.  Have a good time at the movies?"

      Jimmy's eyes grew and he looked down for a moment.  "Um, yes
sir," he said.  It was _really_ good."

      Richard glanced at Wynter and saw her fight to keep her head
up.  _Apparently it was_.  He changed the subject.  "Well, thank
you for bringing her home safe and sound."

      Wynter snorted.  "Me?  I'm not the one who keeps coming home
in bandages and casts!"

      He pointed at her shoes.  "Looks like you tried to fall in the
water."

      Jimmy looked at his hand with a start and then held it out.
"She found this in Porcupine Creek and waded out for it and then
gave it to me.  Isn't it neat?"

      Richard took the arrowhead and turned it.  "This is good
work," he said.  "It's well made.  Symmetrical.  It should fly well
on a straight--_OW!_"  Blood oozed from his right index finger.

      "Uh huh," Wynter said, shaking her head.  "Next time, I'll go
to the movie by myself and leave Jimmy here to keep _you_ safe.
Let me see it."

      Richard knew better than to argue with his Doctor.  She
examined it without touching the finger, not out of squeamishness
but because she hadn't washed her hands.

      "Needs a band-aid," she pronounced.  "Wash it in the sink and
I'll go get one."

      "Yes, Doctor," he said as she rushed down the steps to the
bathroom between the kitchen and den.  He looked at Jimmy, rinsed
the arrowhead, and handed it to him.  "How can you hold it in your
hand like that and not cut yourself?" he asked as he stuck his
finger under the stream of water.

      Jimmy shrugged.  "I dunno, sir.  I don't squeeze the edges or
move it against my fingers and hand.  I don't do anything else that
I know of."

      Richard grinned at him.  "You're the only person I know who
can tell me I'm an idiot and make it sound pleasant."

      Jimmy looked horrified.  Richard wondered if Jimmy had always
been that way or if he'd learned that look from Wynter.  "No I
didn't!  I didn't say that, sir!  Leastways, I didn't mean to if I
did!"

      "Oh, relax," Richard said with a grin.  "No, you didn't say it
in those words, but two plus two equals four no matter what number
system you use.  Are you, uh, can you stay for supper?"

      Richard felt himself relax a little when Jimmy shook his head.
"We're having dinner at Uncle Jim's tonight."

      Jimmy was named for his Uncle Jim.  "Give him my regards and
tell Aunt Nancy thanks for the apple pie.  Maybe she'll take the
hint and bake me another one."  He grinned as Jimmy nodded.  Aunt
Nancy's apple pies always took first place at the county fair.
"That's an unusual type of flint.  I've not seen any like it in
this area.  Must have been brought in from some distance away."

      Whatever Jimmy was going to say was preempted when the Doctor,
having washed her hands and fetched a band-aid, bounded up the
steps ahead of her four-legged shadow.  She tore off a paper towel
and handed it to him.

      "Jimmy's been telling me that I'm an idiot."  He held out his
hand.

      As Jimmy gasped, she replied, "Well, you're the only one who
got cut just standing there holding it.  I guess he's right."

      "Do you have to sound just like your mother when you say
that?"

      The tip of her pink tongue crept out the corner of her mouth
as she frowned in concentration.  "Yeah."  She aligned the pad and
wrapped the adhesive around his finger.  "Now, there's Bacitracin
on there.  _Don't_ get it in the food!  How's that?"

      He looked at it.  "No."

      Wynter put her small fists on the points of her hipbone,
elbows wide out.  "_Now_ what?"

      "I wanted one printed with yellow duckies."

      She looked at Jimmy.  "This has to be the _worst_ patient I've
ever had."

      After the laughter faded, Richard accompanied them to the
front door.  Wynter and Jimmy's goodbyes sounded awkward.  Richard
suddenly felt the odd man out.  "Gotta check the potatoes," he
said.  "Bye, Jimmy."  He retreated and sat on the end of the corner
breakfast nook bench, next to the dining room door rather than next
to the hall.

      When Wynter returned he motioned her over, wrapped his arms
around her slender waist, and said, "I'm sorry."

      She misunderstood.  "That's okay.  Jimmy knows you're a
klutz."

      "No.  I mean I'm sorry about following you to the door.  I
forgot you're growing up.  You two wanted to say goodbye privately,
but you couldn't with me there.  I'm sorry I treated you like
kids."

      "Daddy!  Jimmy and I are just friends."  It was the first time
he ever heard her say it with the slightest bit of hesitation,
uncertainty, in her voice.  He pretended to ignore it.

      "Well, even 'just friends' deserve some privacy."

      She hugged him, squeezing the side of his face between the
firm little cones of her breasts.  Then she gave him a gentle nose-
and-lips kiss that seemed more precious than ever to him.  "I feel
sorry for everyone else because they don't have you for their
daddy," she said.

                               ~ ~ ~

      Richard lay on his back, gasping for air.  Wynter lay atop
him, panting like Dragon on a hot day as he gently squeezed her
lower cheeks in his hands, trying to keep the now-soft Beast inside
her hot young body.  The blonde ponytail slipped off her bare
shoulder and brushed his face.  Her eyes sparkled as she said,
"Thank you!" and crushed her mouth to his, taking away his
remaining breath.  It lasted but a moment and then she lowered her
face to his shoulder.  She was listening to him breathe, waiting
for him.  She had something on her mind.

      "Drat!" she murmured as the Beast slipped out with a faint
squishing sound.  Then she was quiet until his breathing returned
to normal.

      He sighed as a signal that he was satiated and happy.  She
waited another minute before she spoke.  "Jimmy's taking Suzie to
the movie tomorrow."

      He had suspected it was something like that.  "You think
she'll like it?"  It was a legitimate question.  Suzie's likes and
dislikes were unpredictable in the extreme.

      "It's more of a love story.  She'll like that."

      "Uh huh.  How do you feel about it?"

      "Oh, it was great!  You'll like it, too!  There was this...."

      "No," he said as one hand moved up between her shoulders and
the other began making small circular caresses on her butt.  "How
do you feel about Jimmy taking Suzie to the movie?"  He waited.
_Too much hesitation._

      "She's finally getting to spend some time with Jimmy."

      When she said nothing else he tapped her back with his
bandaged finger.  "Wynter?"

      She lifted her head to look at him.  He thought her eyes were,
maybe, a little too damp.

      "Do I have to call class to order and call the roll and ask my
question as the teacher?"

      Her perfect white teeth peeked from between her coral lips.
"No."  She shrugged and the smile faded.  "Okay, I guess.  Suzie's
my friend, and I want her to have fun, too."

      "She's lucky to have you for a friend."

      "That's what Jimmy said when I told him...."  She knew she'd
said too much, but he didn't press.  That was the relationship he
had with her.  He said nothing as she debated with herself.  She
finally continued.  "When I told him why I wanted him to take her."

      "And what else did he say to that?"  He knew he was prying,
but he also knew she could tell him she didn't want to answer.

      She shrugged.  "He said he was lucky, too."

      For the rest of his life, Richard was sure his heart had
stopped for a moment when she said that.  The world spun for
another moment before he replied, "Well, he is."

      Her head dropped for an instant.  "Daddy, would you promise
not to tell anybody else ever if I tell you something?"

      _Oh, shit!_  He wasn't sure he wanted to hear it.  "You know
you can trust me, honey, just like I trust you to keep secrets."
He would have crossed his heart, but something wonderfully sweet
and warm and blonde was in the way.

      Her brows arched and one corner of her mouth drew up in a
skeptical twist.  "I think I let one secret out today."

      The chill that ran though his body was so cold that he
shivered involuntarily.  "You didn't tell him about us, did you?"

      "Oh, no!  Not that!  But I think he now knows that I sometimes
masturbate."

      He'd probably have felt worried if not for the relief flooding
through him.  "Honey, I told you.  There are two kinds of people in
the world:  those who masturbate and those who lie and say they
don't.  Jimmy would understand.  He probably does, too."

      "Yeah.  I think he let that secret out, too."

      He suddenly had to know and silently prayed that she'd not
avoid answering.  "How?"

      "It goes back to what I was going to tell you."

      He listened as she explained Suzie's "accidental" exposure of
herself.  When he learned that Jimmy had already guessed Suzie's
game plan, Richard felt as proud of the boy as would have for his
own flesh and blood.

      "And you still suggested that he take her to the movie
tomorrow?"  He shook his head.  "Jimmy's right.  Both of them are
lucky to have you as a friend."

      Her eyes looked a little too moist again.  "I guess."

      "I _know_.  But honey, just because it's the right thing to do
doesn't mean that you have to like it.  It's okay to be a little
upset about not getting to spend time with your... your friend."

      "It is?"

      "Sure.  It's not really selfish.  If you were selfish, you'd
have told him he couldn't go with Suzie.  You _let_ him ask her.
You suggested it, but you didn't _make_ him either ask or not ask.
Good friends sometimes have to think about what's right for the
other people instead of themselves.  But they don't have to stop
being people with their own real feelings.  You want to be a
doctor, so you'll have to deal with people and their emotions.  If
you want to fix things without dealing with human emotions, you'd
better give up medical school and apply for automotive repair
college."

      She grinned at his joke and lowered her face to his shoulder.
He squeezed her naked body to his in a gentle hug while she
trembled and his shoulder slowly grew wet.

Copyright 2005 Russell Hoisington


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