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Warning! This is an adult story. It was written for adults on an adult
topic. It contains graphic descriptions of sex acts. These acts may involve
preteens having sex with adults. If you object to this type of material or
if you are under the legal age to read such material in your area, please
leave now. All others please continue and enjoy yourselves.


The following story is a fantasy. It never happened. It takes place
completely in that dark part of my mind where I store my fantasies. No real
children were hurt or even took part in the writing of this story. Please
do not try this at home.


The codes I have used are for the whole story. They do not all apply to
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I Married Three Girls
(MF, Mgg, Fgg, gg, Rom, Ped, Inc. slow)
by Uncle Sky


Chapter 22


"Carl. Carl, wake up."


The words seemed to come from far away. I slowly became aware that I was
having a dream but the words didn't fit with the scene. I concentrated on
the words as they were repeated.


"Come on Carl. Wake up."


I saw the dream scene fade and darkness took over. The voice repeated again
and I opened my eyes to see Jenn looking down at me. I shook my head to try
and clear my mind as I blinked at her.


"What is it Jenn? Are you alright?"


"Yes. I'm fine but I need to talk to you for a minute. I'm sorry to wake
you up so early."


"That's okay. Tell me what you need. I can sleep any time."


"It's about Frank and Patty."


For the first time I noticed that Patty wasn't in bed with me. In fact I
was alone even though it was still quite early. Jenn realized what I had
just noticed and continued.


"Patty is getting dressed. I've been thinking about the situation with
Emily and Frank and I think it's important that Patty see her daddy as much
as possible during this time. They both need to be reminded that they
aren't alone. They have each other. I'm going to take Patty over to her
place to have breakfast with Frank before he goes to work. Then I'll get
her ready for school and after she leaves I'll make sure the place is tidy
and clean before I go to work. Oh and I'll get Frank to sign those papers
before he leaves so I can give them to Bob. I hope you don't mind me taking
over like this but I think it's the right thing to do."


"You're absolutely right Jenn. I didn't give it enough thought. They do
need each other. They both know we're here for them but they need the
contact. You're doing the right thing and I'm glad you made the decision.
You go ahead and I'll see you later. Thank you love."


Jenn bent over and kissed me then left the room. A few minutes later Patty
came in and kissed me good bye before they left. I rolled over and looked
at the clock. It was only six o'clock so I closed my eyes, thinking I'd get
some more sleep. But it was not to be. At least not then. I heard a noise
and looked up just in time to see a naked bundle of energy racing towards
me. It landed on the bed with enough force to knock the breath out of me
and cause the bed to groan.

"What in the world are you trying to do Julie, crush me?"


"Sorry Daddy. I just wanted to be with you and since it's so early I
thought we could have some fun. If you're too tired I'll just lay here and
cuddle with you."


She snuggled down in my arms and put her head on my chest. The feel of her
warm body next to mine chased all thought of sleep out of my head. I
reached over with my free hand and picked something up from the bedside
table.


"Excuse me Miss, but I have a gift certificate here I'd like to redeem.
Could you take care of that please?"


Julie looked up at the piece of paper I was holding and smiled from ear to
ear. She took the paper and read it out loud.


"Good for one very special birthday fuck. Yes sir I think I can handle this
for you. Are you ready now or would you like to do something else first?"


"Well, now that you mention it, I do have to pee. I guess I should take
care of that first."


"Of course. If you'll follow me sir, I can assist you with that right
away."


She had gotten into the game and had something in mind. I wasn't sure what
but knew it would be interesting so I got up and followed her. She took me
by the hand and led me to the bathroom. When we got there she raised the
toilet seat and then turned to me. She positioned me in front of the toilet
at the place she had seen me stand to pee before. She stepped to the side
and put one arm around my back and took my cock in her other hand. She
aimed it in the general direction of the toilet and then spoke.


"You may proceed to pee when ever you're ready sir."


It took a minute for me to start peeing since I was busy laughing at first.
But the urge took over and I released my bladder and started to pee. Her
aim was a little off and she almost missed the bowl but corrected in time.
Her gentle grip on my cock almost kept me from being able to pee but I
managed. The stream lasted a while as usual in the morning and she held me
patiently while it continued.


The stream of pee finally slowed and then stopped. Julie held me for a
moment and then shook my cock gently to rid it of the last drop of urine.
Then she stripped it from base to tip and got one more drop out, which she
shook off. Then she reached over and took a small piece of toilet tissue
and wiped my cock off to be sure it was clean.


"That should be okay. Now sir, if you'll follow me we can get down to
business."


She took my hand and led me back to the bed, where she pushed me down and
positioned me on my back with my legs spread apart. She took the paper and
looked at it once more then placed it back on the table. I watched as she
crawled up on the bed and took a position between my legs with her head
over my cock.


"To start with sir, we'll need to prepare your penis for action. It seems
to be a bit limp at the moment but I believe I can correct that."


She gave my cock a few gentle strokes and then moved her head down and
engulfed my prick into her hot little mouth. She sucked and licked it for
several minutes and then slipped it out of her mouth. She examined the by
then very hard cock and looking up at me announced her decision.


"That should do nicely sir. I think we can get right to the main event
now."


I watched to see what she would do next and wondered if she was going to
get herself ready too. What I hadn't noticed until then was her hand moving
rapidly on her clit. It looked as if she had been getting ready at the same
time she prepared me. Julie moved over my hips with her pussy open and
ready above my cock. She aimed the head at her opening and sat down on it
slowly.


She was very ready. I could feel the heat and as my cock slipped into her
pussy I sensed just how wet she was. There was no delay in her motion as
she sat down and enveloped my cock all the way to the base. She looked at
me and smiled again. Then she started to move up again. My cock was almost
out of her when she stopped and slid down again very slowly. I was feeling
her pussy clamp down on my cock as she moved up and relaxing as she moved
back down. It was fantastic and I hoped I could hold out for a while so I
could enjoy it.


Julie continued moving very slowly up and down on my cock as I watched it
appear and disappear in and out of her swollen pussy. I thought I should
pay some attention to her and reached up to caress her titties. Before I
could reach them she grabbed my hands and placed them back on my chest.


"Sorry sir, but you are not allowed to worry about your server at this
time. The certificate is meant for your pleasure only and does not require
any action on your part other than your relaxed enjoyment."


I smiled and let her continue. She seemed to be having plenty of fun any
way. Her pace speeded up a little at a time and all the while I could feel
her using her muscles to clamp down on my cock as she moved up. She was
really showing an amazing amount of control as she worked hard to please
me. It was working too. I was soon nearing my orgasm. I was about to warn
her when she surprised me and stopped with my cock buried to the base in
her pussy.


I waited to see what was next and noticed my orgasm was fading. My cock
felt less sensitive after a moment and as if she knew it, Julie started to
stroke it in and out again. She followed the same pattern she had before
and I slowly built up toward my peak again. Once more I neared it and again
she seemed to sense it and stopped with me deep in her little cunt.


I was amazed at how well Julie was sensing the whole reaction of my cock to
her ministrations. She took me almost to orgasm five times before she
finally allowed me to cum. It was fantastic and when I came she ground her
pussy down on my cock so it was as deeply entrenched in her pussy as it
would go. She leaned forward a little and positioned herself so that her
clit was crushed on my pubic bone as she wiggled her hips. The result was
that she joined me in one hell of an orgasm. I felt myself pumping my cum
into her tight cunt and the walls of it clamping down on my cock.


It seemed to last a very long time and then we both sighed and relaxed as
we finished. She let herself flop down on my chest for a minute to recover.
Then she sat up again with my cock still deep inside her though it was limp
by then and in danger of slipping out. She looked at me with a very self
satisfied expression on her face.


"Does that meet with your approval as a very special birthday fuck sir?"


"Most definitely Miss. That was perhaps the most very special fuck I have
ever had and I shall remember it as a gift well presented in honor of my
birthday. I only hope I can get another one some day to match it."


That caused her to break into giggles and she fell back down on my chest
and we kissed and hugged for a while.


"Seriously Julie, that was wonderful and I thank you very much. I love you
dearly you know."


"I know Daddy. And I love you too. I'm glad you really had fun but now I
need to go get ready for school."


She kissed me deeply again and then slipped off the bed and left the room.
I took a deep breath and let myself enjoy the after glow of a great fuck.
That girl was going to make some man very happy some day. That is some man
other than me. I was already very happy. I was tired from the action and
the early hour and nodded off to sleep again feeling very warm and
satisfied.


The next thing I was aware of was the bed moving. I opened my eyes to see
Callie sitting next to me.


"Good morning dear. Julie told me about your time with her so I let you
sleep for a while. They're all gone off to school. Would you like some
breakfast?"


"Mmm. Yes but not yet, darling."


She was naked as usual and so I pulled her down on the bed next to me and
held her close as I kissed her deeply. Our tongues met and made love to
each other as if after a long absence. I realized that I was not showing
her the attention she deserved as my wife and lover. The number of females
seeking pleasure with me was so many it left little time for husband and
wife to share love.


"I love you so much Callie. I don't tell you often enough and I show you
even less often. I'm sorry if I've been neglecting you."


She snuggled close and assured me I was not neglecting her and that she
knew I loved her. I kissed her again and let my hand do a little wandering
as we kissed. I fondled her breasts and pinched her nipples. I stroked her
sides down to her hip and around to her mound and then pressed my hand over
her pussy. I could feel the heat and moisture of her excitement already. It
was time I gave my wife some loving.


I kissed her cheek and then her eyes and put a little one on the tip of her
nose. That got a giggle out of her. I continued to kiss my way around her
face and then her ears. She moaned a little when I nibbled her ear lobes
and kissed behind them. I moved down her neck, kissing and licking as I
went. I reached her breasts and payed them a good deal of attention with
kisses and licks. I finally took a nipple into my mouth and sucked on it
and then bit it gently. She loves it when I do that and moaned her
pleasure.

I took my time and pleasured her with my hand, mouth and tongue for several
minutes. It was working and she soon was pressing down on my head to get me
to continue my journey down her body. I gladly complied and kissed my way
to her navel. There I checked for depth with my tongue and was rewarded
with another giggle. I moved down and slowly kissed around her hairless
mound. She was still keeping it clean and smooth for me and I loved it.


I started to lick between her labia and thigh and went from side to side
doing that with stops to kiss her at the junction of her outer lips. That
was really getting to her and she put a hand on my head and pressed down to
encourage more. I slipped my tongue into the slit and lapped up the juices
that were flowing there. She tasted as sweet as ever and I enjoyed the
treat. I licked my way up over her inner lips and to her clit. A quick tap
on it and she was moaning and moving her hips all over the place. I could
see that she was close so I stayed with her clit, sucking and licking it
gently.


It soon became difficult to maintain contact as she thrashed around on the
bed. I figured it was time to finish her off and pressed firmly on her clit
with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth again. I sucked hard and
then pinched it with my teeth very carefully. That was all she could take
and she stiffened with her hips up off the bed and her thighs clamped
around my head. I held my tongue pressed against her clit as she
experienced a strong orgasm with waves of passion flowing through her body.
When she finally relaxed and flopped down on the bed I licked her slit
softly one more time and then moved up to her face where I kissed her
deeply.


I held her close as she came down from her orgasm and enjoyed the warmth of
her body next to me. After a while she sighed and looked up at me.


"Thank you love. That was wonderful. Would you like me to return the
favor?"


"No, sweetheart. I'm fine. I enjoyed the chance to show you my love. There
is no need to return any favor. I enjoyed it as much as you did. Now I'll
take you up on that offer of breakfast if you don't mind. That snack I just
had has perked up my appetite."


She laughed and kissed me before getting up and going out to make my
breakfast. That gave me time to get up and get cleaned up and ready for the
day. I knew we were going out soon so I dressed after my shower and then
went to the kitchen for breakfast. Callie had made me scrambled eggs and
bacon just as I liked and had remembered to put the ketchup on the table
for me. I love it on my eggs.


Callie had eaten while I was still sleeping so she went to take her shower
and get ready to go out. The phone rang just as I finished eating. I
answered it and heard Jenn on the other end.


"I'm glad I caught you Carl. I talked to Frank this morning and made some
suggestions and he agreed with me and asked me to talk to you."


"Okay. What's up?"


"I think Frank needs to be with Patty as much as possible and he agrees but
is concerned about taking care of her. I suggested a way to handle it if
you agree."


"I'll go along with what ever you and Frank have decided Jenn. I'm sure you
only have their best interest at heart."


"Thanks Carl. Here's what we decided. I'm going to stay at Frank's place
for the time being. I'll help him take care of Patty and be there when she
gets home from school. I'll make sure they both get good meals and in the
morning after he goes to work I'll take care of the cleaning and laundry
and so on. Then I'll go to work. After work I'll go back to his place and
wait for Patty. I'll take her to see her mother and stay with her to visit
with Emily."


It sounded like Jenn was taking responsibility for both Frank and Patty. I
wasn't too surprised. She continued.


"After work, Frank will go directly to the hospital. He'll stay with Emily
and Patty for a while. I'll leave them alone for a while and then pick
Patty up and take her home. Frank will stay with Emily until visiting hours
are over then he'll come home. I'll have Patty ready for bed but Frank will
put her down for the night when he gets home. I'll feed him and then we'll
relax and talk if he needs to before bed time."


I noticed she hadn't said who was going to sleep with who. I thought I knew
the answer to that one but kept my mouth shut.


"Where do Callie and I fit in?"


"We thought one of you could stay with Emily for a couple of hours in the
morning and the other for a couple of hours in the afternoon. Is that
okay?"


"I think that would work out fine Jenn. You've given this a lot of thought
haven't you?"


"Um, ah, yes I have Carl. I hope you don't mind. Oh the other line is
ringing. I have to go. I'll talk to you later."


"That's fine Jenn. Talk to you later. Bye."


Callie had come out while I was talking to Jenn and asked what was going
on. I told her I'd explain on the way to the hospital and we left. I told
her about the new plans as we drove to the hospital. She smiled and agreed
with my feelings about Jenn and Frank. We were both sure there would be
something there very soon. I suggested that Callie spend the morning with
Emily and I'd pick her up for lunch. After lunch I'd go back to spend the
afternoon with Emily until Jenn and Patty arrived. She agreed that would
work fine and I dropped her off at the hospital. I told her to call me on
my cell phone if she needed me.


I went back to the house to see what had come in the mail. The papers from
the insurance company had come as I expected. I was looking them over when
the phone rang.


"Hello?"


"Hello Carl. It's Doctor Maggie. I have the lab results on all the ladies."


"Great. How'd they do?"


"Things look pretty good Carl. They do seem to be in need of a little iron
in addition to those vitamins I recommended. Other than that I see no
problems but I would like to check on them again in about three months. I'm
sure there will be no problem but I just want to be safe."


"That sounds like a good plan to me. How about if I stop by your office
shortly and you can give me a scrip for the iron. There is something I'd
like to ask you if you're not too busy when I get there. Would that be
okay?"


"That'll be fine Carl. I'm not too busy this morning so I should be able to
spare a few minutes. See you shortly then. Bye."


"Thanks. Bye."


I decided to make several stops and left right away so I'd have time. First
stop was the doctor's office. I checked with the receptionist and she asked
me to wait. It was only a few minutes before I was asked to go into the
doctor's office.


"Hi Carl. It's good to see you. Here are the scrips for the girls. The
directions will be on the bottles and if you have any questions just give
me a ring."


"Thank you. I will. Do you have a minute now?"


"Sure. What can I do for you?"


"I feel as if we are becoming friends as well as patient and doctor. If I'm
out of line just say so and I'll shut up. But if I'm right then I'd like to
talk to Maggie as a friend."


"No Carl. You're not out of line. I feel as if we have a connection and I'd
be happy to consider you and the ladies as friends as well as patients. You
go right ahead and tell Maggie what ever is on your mind."


"Thanks Maggie. First of all I want to thank you for the referral you gave
me. Your specialist friend is too late to save my friend Emily but he's
been very helpful and promises to be more help in the future. I'll explain
more at another time but I wanted you to know that much."


"You're quite welcome Carl. I'm sorry he wasn't able to help more but I
know he'll do what ever he can."


"I was wondering Maggie. Do you and your son get out much? I mean do you
visit with other families or get to see movies or things like that? I know
it must be hard being a doctor and all."


"We get out some but not as much as I'd like to. It seems as if I get an
emergency call every time we go someplace. Why do you ask?"


"I was wondering if you'd like to come to our place for dinner some time
and bring your son along. I'm sure the girls would love to meet him and it
would give us all a chance to get to know each other better."


"That sounds like fun Carl. I'd like that very much."


"Great. I'll ask Callie when a good time would be and have her call you to
make the date. I look forward to having you visit us. Oh there is one more
thing I should ask you about."


"Have Callie call any time and we'll set a date. My son will be thrilled.
Now what else is there?"


"Part of our lifestyle that you don't know about is nudity. Clothing is
optional around our house. I wanted to ask if that would make you
uncomfortable. We have no problem staying dressed for company if it makes
you feel better, but the girls especially prefer to go nude."


"We don't worry much about dressing around the house with just the two of
us but we never have gone nude outside the home. I'll have to think about
that and let you know. I'll tell Callie when she calls. Is that okay?"


"That's fine. I just didn't want you to be embarrassed by one of them
walking in naked unexpectedly. I hope we can get together soon."


"So do I. Thanks for the invitation."


That was all I wanted to talk about so I thanked her again and said good
bye.


My next stop was the insurance company. I had decided to take the papers
there and make sure all was in order. The visit only took a few minutes and
I left after signing all the applications and making all the required
entries.


Time was running short but I wanted to stop and see Bob before I went to
the hospital. When I got there I found Jenn at her desk. She was surprised
to see me but gave me a kiss any way. I told her I wanted to talk to Bob
and she was welcome to sit in. He had a client with him so I had to wait a
bit but he soon came out and his client left.


We all went into Bob's office and sat down. I got right to the point.


"What's the situation with the malpractice case Bob?"


"I'm glad you came by Carl. I wanted to talk to you about this case. I went
and picked up the records from Emily's HMO this morning. I also talked to
the specialist you got for her. He's going to review the records and give
me his opinion, but as of now he says there is little doubt the HMO dropped
the ball on this case and once they realize we have the records and an
expert witness they will likely settle. Frank and Patty should get a very
large settlement without going to court."


"That sounds good. Is there anything else that needs to be done?"


"Yes there is Carl. I don't want to sound uncaring about this but we have
to wait until Emily dies. Then we get the hospital records and an autopsy
report. That is where I may need your help. I need Frank to authorize an
independent expert to do the autopsy. It has to be a recognized expert who
is not connected with us in any way other than for this one case. And he
must be beyond reproach. We'll need him to be there right away and not
after the hospital has done their own autopsy. It means asking Frank for
permission as soon as Emily dies. That is a hard thing to do but it's
important."


"Yes that will be tough. I don't know if Frank will be in any shape to
handle a request like that."


I was surprised by Jenn interrupting.


"I can do it. I'll be spending time with Frank and can get him to agree
before Emily dies. If you dictate the request Bob, I'll type it up right
away and leave the date blank. Then when it's time I can get Frank to sign
it and I'll date and witness it. If you give me the name and number of the
expert you pick I can make the arrangements as soon as the event takes
place."


"That'll work fine Jenn. I'll give you all the info today before you leave.
I think that covers the case as it stands now Carl. Is there anything
else?"


"No. That should cover it. I just wanted to be sure it was being taken care
of and that Frank would not have to worry about it later. Thank you both."


I left Bob's office and headed for the hospital to pick Callie up for
lunch. As I was driving I was thinking about how well Jenn had worked out
for Bob and how strong she was when it came to Frank's needs. I was
beginning to believe that Jenn would soon be having a life outside our
family. I would miss her but thought it would be a good thing for all
concerned.


When I arrived at the hospital I found Callie waiting in the lobby. When we
were in the car and on the way home she told me that Emily was much worse
and very tired. She told me that Emily had been talking a lot about Patty.
They were very close and she knew Patty would be very sad when she was
gone. She also seemed worried about something concerning Patty but didn't
go into it with Callie. They were trying to get her to eat when Callie left
and then intended for her to get some rest. I wondered if my afternoon
visit would be okay and she said yes. The staff felt the support of family
and friends was important and should continue.


I offered to take Callie out for lunch but she wanted to go home. I helped
fix a quick lunch and then I filled her in on my morning while we ate. She
liked the idea of inviting Maggie and her son for dinner and said she would
call and set it up. We also talked about Jenn and her seeming attachment to
Frank and Patty. Callie agreed with me that we would most likely lose both
Jenn and Jill as part of our fun and games before long. She said that Emily
had mentioned that she thought Jenn would make a good wife for Frank and
mother for Patty.


I'd forgotten about the contractor and was surprised when the door bell
rang and it was Dick. He asked if I had a minute to look at his ideas and I
told him that was about all I had. We sat in the living room and discussed
things. After looking at his ideas and listening to his reasons I decided
that confining the construction to the basement would be the best way to
go. He showed me how easy it would be to divide the available space into
two bedrooms and a bath. The way the existing plumbing was situated it
would be easy to cut into it and install the new bathroom. The plan also
included remodeling of the private entrance. I liked his plans and the
price was much less than I had anticipated.


"Thank you for being so prompt Dick. I like it and I'll get with the
landlady in a day or two to get her approval. I'm sure there will be no
problem. How soon could you start after I get the okay and how long would
it take?"


"I can start the day after you let me know and it should be completed in
two weeks or less. Probably less but I don't like to make promises and then
miss deadlines. You let me know when ever you can and I'll be ready."


I thanked him and promised to let him know as soon as possible. He left and
I kissed Callie and left for the hospital to spend my time with Emily. I
wasn't looking forward to seeing her if she was as bad as Callie said, but
I knew it was important that I go. When I arrived at the hospital they told
me that Emily had taken a nap and should be okay to chat for a while if I
kept is to simple topics and didn't worry her with anything.


I thought Emily was sleeping when I got to her room but she heard me and
opened her eyes. She smiled weakly and asked me to sit by her bed. I pulled
a chair over close and sat down.


"How are you feeling Emily?"


"They have me doped up pretty good so the pain is not too bad but I'm very
tired. The doctor has told me I don't have much time left. It's just so
hard to fight any more. Sometimes I just want to let go."


I was a little afraid I might be out of line but I had to say what was in
my mind. Everyone including Emily knew it was about over. There was no need
to try and hide the facts.


"If that's what you really want Emily, then do it. Just let go and get the
rest you've earned. Nobody is going to think less of you if you stop
fighting and let nature take it's course. You've done all anyone expects of
you. You deserve your rest now."


"But what about Frank and Patty?"


"They both know what's coming and I'm sure they don't want you to linger if
you're ready to let go."


"Maybe I will. But I need to talk to both of them before I decide. I wanted
to talk to you too Carl. It's about Patty."


"Callie said you had something on your mind. If it'll help to talk then go
ahead. You know I'll do anything I can."


"Yes I know and I thank you for all your help and support. I wish we'd met
you sooner. The thing that worries me about Patty is the way I've brought
her up. We spent so much time together and I've tried to educate her about
life and love and things like that."


"From what I've seen I'd say you've done a damn fine job. She's a loving
and sweet child just like her mommy."


"But I've gotten her to expect open sexuality. It was me that showed her
what fun sex can be. I'm not sure that was wise but it seemed so natural.
She walked in on me one day when I was masturbating. I had my vibrator
buried in my pussy and she stood there with her eyes big and her mouth open
in surprise. When she asked my what I was doing I told her the truth. She
asked a lot of questions and finally wanted me to show her how to do it. I
found myself eating her out by the time we were done. From that day on she
and I shared sex when ever we felt like it. It wasn't until I got sick that
Frank took over giving her pleasure and accepting it from her."


"Emily dear. You only did what you thought was right. The result is a girl
who understands what feels good and knows the importance of love along with
sex. I think she's likely to be much happier than a lot of repressed
females who never learned the truth about sex."


"I hope so. Will you help Frank raise her? He's going to need a lot of
support."


"We'll all do what ever we can but I think you're missing something."


"What's that?"


"Jenn. You've seen how she is with Frank and Patty. She's obviously falling
for them both. You even mentioned it to me and to Callie."


"Yes. You're right. I think they'd be good together. But is she interested
in him enough to take on the responsibilities of a wife and mother?"


"She's already started. She's doing the housework and setting the schedules
and taking care of feeding them and giving emotional support to both of
them. I think you can rest assured that she'll do her very best for them. I
think the only thing she hasn't done yet is sleep with Frank. She doesn't
feel that would be right as long as you're still his wife. She respects you
too much for that."


"Yes, I can see that. I need to talk to her and to Frank and Patty too.
They all need to know how I feel about the future they face."


"Jenn is bringing Patty here after school. You can talk to her then. I'll
take Patty down to the snack bar for a treat while you talk. Then you can
talk to Patty while I talk to Jenn. By then Frank will be here and you'll
have time alone with him after Jenn takes Patty home."


"That should work out fine. Thank you Carl for helping me again. I do feel
better about things now."


She was showing signs of fatigue so I told her to just close her eyes and
rest. I held her hand and talked to her about the things I was planning for
the family. I told her I hoped to have Frank and Patty move into the new
rooms in our house very soon. I also told her about my plans for a vacation
and that I was going to take Patty with us. She smiled and seemed
comfortable so I just kept talking about the family and how we got together
and things like that. She listened and then seemed to drift off to sleep. I
stopped talking and just held her hand.


After a while Jenn arrived with Patty. Patty ran over to her mommy and
hugged and kissed her. She told her mommy about her day at school and I
told Jenn that Emily needed to talk to her. We gave them a few minutes and
then I told Patty we needed to go get a snack for her mommy. She jumped up
and ran over and took my hand and we left Jenn there to talk.


I convinced Patty to have a snack before we went back up to the room. We
took a small dish of ice cream up for Emily. When we got there Jenn came
out and said Patty should sit with her mommy while she ate her ice cream.
She told Patty we would be right outside if they needed us and took me out
in the hallway.


"Emily told me about your talk and plans to take me for coffee while she
talks to Patty. I think it would be better if we waited right here. They
can have privacy but we'll be here if we're needed."


I agreed and we sat down on some chairs across the hall from Emily's room.
We could see in but not hear what they were saying. Jenn told me that Emily
had given her permission to be with Frank if they wanted to do anything.
She asked her to step in if she was interested and Jenn had told her she
was and promised to take care of Frank and Patty. Her eyes were red and
moist as she told me all that Emily had said. She was very happy to know
she had Emily's blessing.


After a while Patty came out and said her mommy wanted us to come back in.
She looked sad but wasn't crying. We went in and Emily told me she had
talked to Patty about how tired she was and how she was going to go and
live with the Angels soon so she would feel better. She had explained it
all and Patty was ready to go home. They said good bye and Patty promised
to be good and said she would come back the next day.


We were just leaving when Frank got there. I took a moment to tell him what
had been said and that we were leaving so he would have time alone with
Emily. Jenn promised to feed Patty and have dinner ready for him when he
got home. He said he didn't expect to stay too late as Emily looked very
tired. We left him there holding her hand.


Jenn took Patty home and I went home to my family. Dinner was almost ready
and the girls were doing their homework. I told them about Emily over
dinner and everyone was very sad. I told Jill that Jenn was going to stay
with Frank and Patty and she nodded.


"It's my turn to sleep with you any way Uncle Carl. If that's okay with
you."


"I look forward to it sweetheart."


We went on to chat about other things and finished dinner. Callie and I sat
and watched some TV while the girls cleaned up the dinner dishes. I told
her a little more about what Emily had said and what I had told her. She
agreed I had been right to tell her she could go in peace if she was ready.
We were all pretty subdued and the evening was quiet. We decided to turn in
early and I kissed Callie and the girls good night before taking Jill by
the hand and leading her into my room.


I sat down on the bed and pulled Jill into a hug as she stood in front of
me. I enjoyed the feel of her developing breasts on my chest. She seemed a
bit down like the rest of us. It was to be expected.


"Jill baby, you don't have to do anything tonight. If all you want is to
cuddle that's okay with me."


She pulled back and looked at me then kissed me deeply. When she broke off
the kiss she looked over at my night stand. Her hand went out and picked up
one of the papers that was there.


"If it's okay with you Uncle Carl I'd like to redeem your ticket tonight. I
think it'll get my mind off things and make me feel good. I talked to June
and Julie and I want to do it the way they did. Is that alright with you?"


I wasn't real sure what she meant but was more than willing to use my
ticket. I nodded and she stood a little taller and read the ticket out
loud.


"Good for one very special birthday ass fuck. Are you ready to redeem your
gift certificate sir?"


"Yes miss. If you please."


She smiled and put the paper in the waste basket. I watched as she went to
the bathroom to get a towel. She pushed me down on the bed and opened the
drawer of my night stand, where she found the KY and opened it. I watched
as she squeezed a big dollop on her hand and then put the tube down. Her
hand was soon around my cock and sliding over it, coating it completely
with the lube. When she felt I was greased up enough she got on the bed on
her hands and knees. The tube was placed at her anus and she squeezed a
good bit of lube directly into her ass.


I was just watching and not taking part in any of the preparations. It
seemed that was what the girls wanted so I went along with Jill too. When
she was done with the KY she put it back and wiped her hand on the towel.
She had made me hard when she rubbed on the KY. In one quick move she
mounted me as if to have sex while riding me. But she positioned herself a
little forward and reached down for my cock. I wasn't sure this would work
but she was in charge so I let her try. She place my cock against her anus
and began to sit down.


There was no movement at first. She shifted her position slightly and
pushed down again. This time I could feel my cock starting to slip in past
her sphincter. It was slow and I could see the strain on her face but she
was determined. Once the head was in a little she took her hand away and
with deep concentration pushed down hard. My cock slipped in another couple
of inches. She rested a bit allowing herself to get used to the intrusion.
After a minute or so she pushed down again.


There was more success as my cock was soon half way in. She took a deep
breath and raised up until my cock was almost ready to drop out and then
she sat down hard. That did it. Her little butt was sitting on my pubic
bone. She grinned at her success and started to move up and down slowly on
my steel hard cock. The feeling of her tight chute clamping my cock was
wonderful. I watched it appear and disappear in regular rhythm. I knew I
wouldn't last too long with my cock in her tight, hot ass.


"Jill darling. I know you want to do it all yourself but you know part of
the fun I get is touching you. May I do that?"


She was huffing and puffing from her exertion and just nodded in answer. I
took that as agreement and reached up to rub her titties. Her nipples were
erect and just waiting for my attention. I rolled them between my fingers
and pinched them lightly. She moaned and closed her eyes as she continued
bouncing up and down on my cock.


I was getting very close so I moved one hand down to her pussy. I found it
very hot and wet. I slipped my finger into the slit and ran it up and down
a few times. That seemed to be enjoyable for her as she moaned again. I
finally settled on her clit, rubbing it gently at first but with more
pressure as we continued to near orgasm. I was about to cum when she
stiffened and groaned loudly in the start of her own orgasm. I felt her ass
clamp down on my cock as she ground it down on my pubic bone. I pinched her
clit and we both went over in a really nice shared orgasm.


When she reached the end of her orgasm Jill dropped down on my chest. That
caused my cock to plop out of her ass and I could feel the cum dribble down
onto my groin. We were both wiped out. It had been a lot of work for her
and a lot of fun for me.


We rested for a minute and then kissed before she got up and cleaned us
both off.


"Was that satisfactory sir?"


"No."


Her face fell into a shocked and unhappy expression before I could finish
what I was saying.


"It wasn't satisfactory. It was stupendous. It was fabulous. As Tony the
Tiger would say, "It was grrreeeaaat."


She broke out into a big smile and laughed at my terrible imitation of
Tony. I pulled her into another hug and kissed her.


"You old meanie. You scared me for a minute. I thought you didn't like it.
I had a good cum too and that wasn't supposed to happen."


"I told you. That's part of the fun for me. Thank you love for my gift. Now
I think we better get some sleep."


She agreed and got into the spoon position we had all grown to love. I held
her close and she was sleeping in only a few minutes. I wasn't far behind
her. I drifted off to sleep feeling I had done well that day.


I was awakened by the phone ringing. It was two thirty in the morning. It
was Jenn. Emily had gone to sleep smiling while Frank held her hand. He
left and went home. At about two fifteen she went to be with the Angels.


The end of chapter 22. More to follow.


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THE TOUR CONTINUES (Chapter 84)

Warren came back to the room about an hour and a half later. Sophia had
fallen asleep crying on the couch.

"Hey," he said, nudging her.

"Warren?" She opened her eyes and sat up. "Where did you go?"

"Went for a walk. Downtown St. Louis is nice. Went up in the Arch.
Just needed to think."

"I'm sorry," Sophia said. "I overreacted. And I did say anyone in the
cast."

"Apology accepted." He sat down next to her.

Sophia sighed. "I suppose I was feeling guilty. I was with Shawna
again this afternoon. And it just didn't feel right." She sighed again.
"I wasn't sure how right it felt the first time. I mean, I thought I was
attracted to her, sexually. And it was fun. But something was missing.
So I gave it another try, and it was the same thing." She looked up and
gave him a sad smile. "I think my bisexual itch has been scratched out.
Or Alexa is just a special situation. But I don't plan on doing it again."

"Did you talk to Shawna about it?"

"Yeah. She understands. We're still friends. She knew this was kind
of an experiment, and she knew all along that whatever happened, it was
just a fling."

Warren sighed. "I suppose I'm feeling a little guilty, too. Because I
did enjoy myself."

"How much?"

"A lot," Warren sighed. "Look, that was my one fantasy that you didn't
know about, the one that I never thought would be fulfilled, especially
after I turned Cait down last fall."

"What?"

"Deflowering a virgin. And Liz wasn't just a virginshe was as
inexperienced as I was our first time."

"Really? So everything you did, it was her first?"

"Yeah."

Sophia grinned at him. "Did you go down on her?"

Warren smirked. "What do you think?"

Sophia grinned wider. "Did she cum?"

Warren took a deep breath. "Sophia, she started cumming from just me
sucking on her nipple with her pants still on."

"Wow!"

"Yeah. When I got to the cunnilingus stage, it was one long endless
orgasm. And I completely lost count by the time I was in her. The girl
had some serious pentup lust. I am not that good."

Sophia cracked up laughing. "Well, you've had me in continuousorgasm
mode more than once. Not from just tittie play, though. You've gotten me
close, but never over." She smiled, and sighed. "Shit. Liz Cushman is one
of my best friends. This all hasn't made her stuck on you, has it?"

"No, not at all."

"Good. Like I said, she's one of my best friends. If my little chit
let you make her first time that memorable, who am I to argue?"

"Good. It was, and we both enjoyed ourselves, and parted the way we
were when we started, as friends. But, Sophia, this has to stop, I think."

"Experimenting with other people, you mean?"

"Yeah."

"I think you're right. I've gotten it out of my system. Have you?"

"Yeah. Believe me, you're the best, but only the bestyoucould ever
top the Liz Cushman Deflowering Experience. Anyone besides you would just
pale in comparison."

Sophia laughed. "Good!"



Sophia plopped down in front of Liz in the hotel dining room the next
morning at breakfast.

"So, Liz, I hear my boyfriend plucked your cherry yesterday," Sophia
grinned at her.

She turned beet red, and got a sheepish smile. "Oh, he told you about
that."

"Course he told me. That's the deal, he has to tell. He also said you
enjoyed yourself."

"That's one way of putting it." Liz looked at her friend. "You're not
mad?"

"I actually was," Sophia admitted. "I did give him permission, so I had
no right to be mad. He just didn't do what I expected."

"You expected him to take a meaningless roll in the hay with Stephie
Eberhardt, not taking one of his best friend's cherry."

"You got it. But I calmed down. We talked things out. I've come to
realize that I'm glad he did you, because apparently it was a night you'll
never forget......"

Liz blushed deep red.

"......that's what I thought," Sophia laughed. "You're my friend, and I
trust you, and if I had a part in providing you a memorable first time,
great. But we also decided that this is damaging our relationship, and I
decided that my bisexual itch was not as strong as I first thought. So,
congratulations, because you are the last person besides me that will ever
sleep with Warren."

"Damn. I was hoping for round two." Liz laughed at Sophia's stricken
expression. "No, I'm just kidding. Well, partially. Listen, Warren's
yours, that's fine with me, I'm not in love with him or anything. But most
of the eligible guys on this tour I wouldn't give the time of day to, and
Warren.....well......he kind of opened the floodgates." She grinned,
blushing.

"In other words, you want it again."

"Oh YEAH. I'm wondering why the hell I waited. But, I know whyand
it's the same problem I have nowlack of guys. Especially lack of guys
that won't kiss and tell. I know Warren won't. There's very few on the
cast that won't."

"What about outside of skating?"

"That's tough. I don't meet many guys outside of skating. And the ones
I do are interested in me because I'm semifamous. Nice guys don't
approach World Champion Elizabeth Cushman for dates. "

"Hmmm....."



A couple of days after that, they pulled into Cleveland. Warren and
Sophia got into the lobby of the hotel, to run into Caitlin and Papa Bear.
Liz was with them.

"HEY!" Warren called out and rushed over to greet them, Sophia joining
in. When all the hugs and handshakes were done, Warren said, "Guys, I'd
like you to meet our friend Liz Cushman. Liz, this is Paul Herlihy and
Caitlin McDermott, our friends from school."

"Nice to meet you," Cait said. "It's a thrill, actuallyI've seen you
skate."

"Thanks," Liz smiled.

"I've seen you skate, too. Warren and Sophia have actually made a
skating fan out of me, perish the thought," Paul grinned as he shook her
hand. "And now my intro: guys, this is my older brother Rich. Rich this
is Warren and Sophia, and Liz." Rich shook everyone's hand. He was almost
a carbon copy of Papa Bear.

"Nice to meet you, Rich," Warren said. "I see the family resemblance."

"Everybody says that," Rich smiled.

"Hey, let us get our bags up to our rooms, and we'll be down in a flash.
We need some supper."

"I know a place around here," Paul said.

"Cool. Liz, you coming?" Warren asked.

"I think I just might," smiled Liz.



Liz and Rich ended up sitting next to one another. "I know I've seen
you skate," Rich said. "You've won a world championship, right?"

"A couple."

"What's that like, being that good at something?"

Liz giggled. "That's a funny way of putting it. I don't think of it
that way. Although it's a hell of a lot of satisfaction to actually win a
World Championship. I've finished second the last two years, which makes
me appreciate the ones I've won all the more." She took a sip of her drink.
"So, what do you do?"

"I'm going to be a junior in college, studying premed, just like my
little brother over there. I wanted to get out of the cold and snow,
though, so I go to UCLA."

"Really? Clate!"

"You go to UCLA?"

"Yeah, in between skating, that is. I tend to take a full class load in
the fall, but only a couple classes in the spring, because that's when
Nationals and Worlds are. I'm taking next year off, though, because it's
an Olympic year."

"That must be a juggling act."

"Yeah. Nothing like Warren over there, who's taking a full premed
schedule while skating. Of course, being an ice dancer, he doesn't have to
practice as much, because there's no jumps. Dancers have it easy."

"I heard that!" Warren bellowed from the other end of the table. "You
come talk to me when you start choreographing your own programs, little
miss 'I have it so tough.'" Liz just stuck her tongue out at him.

Rich laughed. "Do you live in California even when you're not in
school?"

"Yeah. Well, when I'm not on tour. I live close to campus, in an
apartment. Grew up in LA. I train there, not too far from UCLA."

"Cool. I live offcampus myself. Going back in a couple weeks, I just
came home for a quick visit."

"Yeah, that's about when I'll be there, after the tour ends. Gotta
start cracking on them new programs, what with it being an Olympic year and
all."

"Now, you have an Olympic medal, right?"

"Yeah. Silver. I don't want another," she grinned.

He laughed. "Gold or nothing?"

"Hey, I went in last time as the defending World Champion, and got
upset. This time, I'm not going in as the defending World Champion. It's
time to be the upsetter, not the upsettee."

The food came, and they all started eating.

"What's the hardest part about skating?" Rich asked her.

"Where I am now, actually, it's not the skating. It's all the
peripheral junk."

"Getting stopped on the street, that kind of thing?"

"That's part of it," Liz agreed. "Dealing with agents, dealing with
autograph hounds, that too. Dealing with expectations, that's a big part
of it. Warren and Sophia over there won a bronze medal at Worlds, and were
thrilled beyond belief, because it was unexpected. I won a silver, and
everybody's 'disappointed'."

"Oy. That's tough."

"It can be. Well, enough about me. You're premed?"

"Yeah, the table is lousy with future doctors," Rich laughed. "Me, my
brother, and Warren. I want to do surgery, probably neurosurgery. I find
it fascinating."

"Now, that's a tougher gig than skating. If I mess up, I just fall. If
a doctor messes up......."

"Yeah. But I think there's a greater margin of error in some things
than there is in other things. Think about it. Think about baseball. If
a hitter is hitting .350, that's great. That's 35 percent! What would
happen if you only hit 35 percent of your jumps?"

Liz giggled. "I'd have my face plastered all over Sports Illustrated
with the headline 'MELTDOWN!!' in big letters."

"Right," Rich laughed. "So you have less of a margin of error than a
shortstop. Doctors have no margin of error. However, we don't have to
make the splitsecond decisions like a skater or a hitter does. I don't
know if it's tougher. The consequences of failing are tougher, but that's
it, and I think it's easier for a skater to fail, and I know it's easier
for a baseball player to fail."

Liz giggled. "You sound like a baseball player."

"Allstate catcher my senior year in high school. I could have played
in college, but not at UCLA, so now I just play pickup."

"I never would have pegged you for an athlete," Liz said, then
immediately regretted it. Rich was a big guy, like Paul. "I'm sorry, that
was a stupid thing to say."

Rich just laughed. "Hey, you know the old jokeI'm not an athlete, I'm
a baseball player. Which holds doubly true for catchers." Liz laughed in
spite of herself. "My bulk is deceptive. I'm 6'2" and pushing 250, but
you'd be amazed how low my body fat is. I'm just big."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he smiled. "Although, I could make figure skater anorexia
comments. What do you weigh, 80?"

She cracked up. "No, I weigh considerably more than 80. And what I'm
doing to this pile of food should disabuse any anorexia notions. No, I'm
just small. An asset for a skater, but I come naturally by it, being
halfAsian. You should see my mother. She's the Itty Bitty Japanese Woman
stereotype come to life."

"I was wondering about that. I thought I saw Asian in the eyes, but
your hair color and complexion......"

"Well, Daddy is the blonde, blueeyed California surfer dude
stereotype." They both cracked up. "So I ended up with Japanese eyes and
facial features, light brown hair, and a complexion that nobody can make
hide nor hair out of. And green eyes, of all things."

"It's a wonderful combination. You're one of the most exotically
beautiful women I've ever seen."

Liz blushed. "Thank you."

"It's the truth. That was not a line, I'm no good at those," Rich
grinned.

"Oh, I'm not so sure about that," Liz grinned back.



They chatted throughout the meal. Paul and Cait, and Rich, had rented
rooms in the hotel for tonight and for after the performance the following
night, but were gathered in Warren and Sophia's room right now, just
chatting.

"Hey, have you seen what's going on over on the couch?" Warren whispered
to Sophia, who was sitting on his lap in a chair.

"Liz and Rich? Yeah, started in the restaurant. They really seem to be
hitting it off."

"Yeah. And Paul told me he goes to UCLA, and Liz lives in California."

"Hmmm. Verrrry interesting," Sophia giggled. "And, from what she told
me this morning, she has now achieved maximum horniness."

Warren couldn't help but laugh. "Hey, what's so funny?" Liz called from
across the room.

"Nothing, Liz, dear. You just carry on." Warren said with a grin.

"Hmph."

"Hey, Rich, Paul, Cait, you guys are going to join us for breakfast,
right?"

"Sure," Paul said. The rest agreed.

"It'll be fun. You'll get to meet more skaters." Sophia told them.
"They all come down. Eventually, if they're Stephie Eberhardt."

Liz cracked up laughing. "Yeah, Crazy Stephie is always sleeping
something or other off."

"Stephie Eberhardt?" Rich asked

"Yes, the Vegas Showgirl of Figure Skating," Liz told him with a grin.
"Don't get me wrong, I know Stephie well, because she used to train with
me, and I love her, she's delightful. But Crazy Stephie on tour has three
priorities: getting drunk; getting laid; and wearing the tightest,
skimpiest costume she can find so every guy in the audience is looking at
her asswhich facilitates number two, of course."

"What's your priority on tour?" Rich asked her.

"Just to skate. I like skating. Making money is nice, too," she
giggled.

"You don't pick up guys from the audience?" he smiled.

"Never have. I have trouble dating. Most skating guys are male
versions of Stephie Eberhardt, or are gay, or are taken, like Warren and
Jack Garrison, who are my two best male friends in skating. And guys
outside of skating........."

"What?"

"Well, it just causes problems."

"What kind of problems?"

She looked at him. "Rich, why are you interested in why I don't date
guys outside of skating?"

"Because I'm outside of skating."

Liz just looked at him for a minute, then the light dawned. She
blushed. "I think I just got asked out."

Rich cracked up. "Yeah, but I did a botchup job of it. Liz, when we
both get back to California, may I have the pleasure of your company for an
evening?"

She giggled. "Just an evening?"

"Well, got to start somewhere, right?"

"Hmm. I got to think about it, OK?"

"Sure, but I'm not asking you to marry me or anything," Rich cracked up.
"I've spent all evening with you. I really like what I see. I'd like to
see more."

"Well, let me say this, then," Liz said. "You're going to be around
tomorrow, right?" He nodded. "Come to breakfast with us, then you can show
me around Cleveland tomorrow, and then I'll decide if I want to see you in
California. Fair enough?"

"Fair enough, but what's to see in Cleveland?" Rich laughed.

"The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, of course!"

"You're right. It's a date."



They all met for breakfast the next day, and Warren and Sophia
introduced their friends around.

Afterwards, Rich and Liz head out for the rock and roll hall of fame.
They spent a few hours there, and then went for a late lunch.

"Hey, Rich?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are you interested in me?"

"Because you're sweet, charming, intelligent, funny, and gorgeous. Have
I left anything out?" he grinned at her.

"No, you didn't. In fact, you left out what I usually hear. I've only
known you two days, and that's not long enough, but, I wanted to tell
youyes, I'll go out with you when we get back to LA Remind me to give you
my number before you leave."

"Great!" He smiled at her. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Are you always this wary around guys? I was surprised when you didn't
say yes right away last night, when I asked you, because it seemed to me
that we were really hitting it off."

"Yeah, I'm wary around guys. It's hard to explain."

"That's OK. I'm glad you said yes. You don't know how hard I had to
screw my courage on to even ask you."

"Really?" she laughed. "Why?"

"Well, that's my wariness around girls."

"I'll tell if you tell. Might as well get all the nasty fears out in
the open," she told him.

"Well, I'm selfconscious about my size. When you gave me the 'maybe'
answer yesterday, my first thought was, 'Oh, shit, here we go again.' Like
I said, I thought we were getting along great, and I couldn't think of
another reason you wouldn't say yes outside of my looks."

She smiled at him. "What, a big huggable hunk like you?" Liz blushed as
she said it, but Rich might have blushed more. "And you're even cute when
you blush," Liz giggled, making him blush deeper. "Your looks were never
an issue, Rich, except for the fact that I do think you're cute and
huggable." She looked at him, still grinning. "Boy, can you blush!"

"Stop it!" Rich said, but was grinning as he said it.

"Now you know how I felt last night. 'Exotically beautiful' and all
that."

"OK, so we're even with that. But it's your turn to tell me why you're
so wary."

Liz took a deep breath. "Rich, how much of a figure skating fan are
you?"

"A little. I'll watch it if it's on. I like it, but I'm not a nut.
For example, you've won, what did you tell me, three world championships, a
bunch of national championships, and an Olympic silver medal, right? And
when I met you, I had only a very slight inkling who you were. And that
was mostly from Paul refreshing my memory on the way to the hotel, because
Warren had told him you were going to be there."

"OK. This is hard to say, so bear with me. I'm not bragging, just
telling you how it is. I'm fairly famouswe've been insanely lucky this
morning that I haven't been recognized. I was praying I wouldn't, not
today, not while I was with you. But I will be when I get back to the
hotel. In fact, I'll be mobbed, because all the fans know we're in town
today, and it's child's play to figure out where we're staying. I
also...well, let's just say that I have no financial worries, and won't for
a very long time."

Rich was just listening, so Liz continued. "What this means for my
social life is that I tend to meet two types of guys. Those who are
intimidated by me because I'm rich, famous, and successfulor those who
only want to go out with me in the first place because I'm rich, famous,
and successful. Now, this builds up on itselfbecause of this, I am
woefully inexperienced with guys, which makes me more wary. The date we go
on in LA will be my first real date. I had a friend take my virginity,
because I was just plain sick of waiting, but he was just a friend. " Rich
choked on his coke at that one. "Sorry. Heck, I'm nineteen. It was time,
don't you think? Anyhow, outside of that, I am completely, totally
inexperienced. And scared shitless."

Rich just looked at her for a minute. "First of all, I had a friend
take my virginity, too, when I was a senior in high school. I was just a
little surprised you came out with that out of the blue," he grinned.

"Well, I was emphasizing my inexperience, but didn't want you to think I
was a complete blushing violet," she grinned at him.

"OK. Now I know why you didn't say yes right away. Honestly, after
that soliloquy, I'm shocked you said yes at all." She just smiled at him.
"As for what I think about what you saidI plan to be rich, I plan to be
successful, and couldn't give a crap about famous." She laughed at that.
"And rich, successful, famous women don't intimidate me. I prefer a woman
with a life of her own, makes her more interesting. The only thing that
intimidates me about you is your beauty, but I can deal with that."

It was Liz's turn to blush again.

"GOTCHA!" he yelled, making her crack up.

"Fine, you just look out," she said. "So, let me get this straight.
You're sweet, cute, smart, interesting, unintimidated, straight, available,
and relatively unimpressed. Are you sure you're real?"

He cracked up laughing. "I'm not so sure about the unimpressed part.
Just not impressed by your fame and fortune. Everything else is completely
impressive." She blushed again. "Gotcha again!"

"Flattery will get you anything you......ooh, I'm not even gonna finish
that!"

He laughed. "Don't worry, Liz, I'm not the type to try to get a girl in
bed the second day I know her."

"You're not? Damn!" It was his turn to blush again. "Gotcha back!"



Warren had gotten them front row seats for the performance. Warren and
Sophia did "Kiss Me Baby," to great applause. Liz skated two programs,
and, after her second one, Rich stood up in his front row seat and gave her
a rose when she skated over.

They were heading to Pittsburgh in the morning, so it was an early
night, but they went out for a late supper before going back to the hotel.

Jack wasn't lyinghe wasn't the type to make any serious moves on a
girl he just met. That could wait. Kiss her goodnight? Oh, yeah, that
he'd do. A good long one that made Liz weak in the knees.

"So, you're going to see him in LA?" Warren asked her the next morning.

"Yup."

"Listen, I don't know him, but he comes from good stock. His brother is
the salt of the earth."

"I know. Warren, I think I really like this guy. And, boy, the kiss he
gave me last night........"

"He's got your number?"

"Yup. Gonna call me as soon as he gets back to LAwe figured I'm going
to beat him by about three days. So, we'll see. But, everything I see so
far, I like."

"Good luck, kid. Keep me posted?"

"Between me and Paul, you'll know everything!"



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THE COMPETITIVE EDGE:
PLAYING THE GAME, BOOK III


by Reverend Cotton Mather




22

BOUGHT AND PAID FOR IT ALL



Second semester started out a little easier for me. My living
arrangement improved with Westy training and traveling so much. It
was almost like I was living by myself.

Unlike the rest of his pledge class, who were activated at the end
of the first semester, Westy was still on probation with the Sig
Taus. His behavior and his attitude kept him from being lifted to
full brotherhood, and I knew he was pissed off about it. I didn't
care. I was still hurting over my own immaturity. I didn't have the
time or the energy to concern myself with Westy's.

Once everybody else got back to school, Eddie and I met again with
the team cocaptains to continue working on our spring schedule.
Jesse brought in the worksheets he and I had worked on over break,
and he spread them out for everybody to see.

Bryan looked over the proposed travel schedule, and then looked up
at Jesse.

"You and the Little Head figured this out?" he asked.

We all looked at him strangely. "The Little Head?" queried Jesse.

Bryan nodded his head in my direction. "The Little Head," he
confirmed. "It's what he's been using to think with."

Rick brayed out a sharp laugh. "Good one, Bryan," he said. And,
just like that, I had acquired myself a new nickname. In a short
amount of time it was shortened to just "Head," but it managed to
spread out from the team to other acquaintances. I was not at all
happy about it, but I couldn't deny its appropriateness. Before long
almost everyone I knew was calling me Head.

At least it wasn't shortened from "Shithead," I reminded myself
sourly. It wasn't until several weeks later that I came to realize
it could just have easily come from that moniker.

Eddie and Pick put in our applications for the tournaments and
clinics we had chosen. Our first event was the first weekend of
March in Miami, so Pick began our practices early in February. We
started right in with our AlphaOmega scrimmages, only this time Pick
mixed up the teams and the lineups on a biweekly basis.

"Ain't nobody needs to get comfortable out there," was how he
explained his reasoning for changing things up so much.

In truth, it seemed to me he was working on bringing the team back
together as a whole after the fall fiasco, and taking away even the
dividing loyalties of Team Alpha vs. Team Omega was one of the ways
he was trying to accomplish this goal.

For myself, I was enjoying my time on the field, whether I was
playing back or, as I found myself occasionally, playing forward.
Jesse wasn't as comfortable when he was assigned a defensive position
for a few days, but I liked the change of being able to challenge the
goal instead of defend it. It brought another new perspective to my
appreciation of the way positions were played, and I tried to build
on my newfound knowledge.





Jesse, Spencer, Bryan, and I spent quite a bit of time playing two
ontwo during January. It kept us sharp, and kept us fit. Other
than the time I spent with a soccer ball, or my time with Eddie, I
lived a hermit's life.

I had salvaged my grades during the first semester by doing well on
my finals. I didn't want to fall behind like that ever again, so I
spent most of my spare time on my books. It took my mind off my
troubles, and it kept me on the straight and narrow.

What it didn't do was address how I was going to repair all the
personal relationships I had so spectacularly fucked up. My attitude
was akin to hoping that if I ignored it all, maybe it would all go
away. Wishful thinking worked like that; real life rarely did.

Spencer and Jesse both tried to get me to go out, but the most I did
was grab a burger somewhere with one or the other of them. There was
nobody else I wanted to talk to, nobody else for me to see. As hard
as they tried, I resisted even harder. I knew it was pissing them
off a little, but in my poisoned mind I didn't see any reason to
change.

It all came to a head over the long President's Day weekend in
February.

I got back to my room after soccer practice on that Friday night,
tired after a long week. I was not looking forward to another
dreary, lonely weekend, especially a long one. At least classes got
me out of my dorm room.

Westy was spending another weekend at the fraternity house, so I had
the room all to myself. I had about a hundred pages to read over the
weekend, and I debated with myself about starting in on it or holding
off on that particular task until the next day.

Around eight, I was still undecided when my room telephone rang. I
picked it up, and it was Jesse.

"You want to go grab a bite?" He sounded like he wanted to let
loose a little. Brittany, his girlfriend, was on a sorority weekend,
and he was a bachelor for the time being.

"Nah," I said. I was a little bit hungry, but not enough to get me
to drag my sorry ass back outside.

"Yeah, you are," he said, seeing right through me. "I'll be there
in about twenty. Call Spencer, see if he wants to come."

Before I could protest, Jesse hung up. I stood there, looking at
the dead receiver in my hand. I mentally shrugged, and dialed
Spencer's room.

"Yo, dude, Jesse wants to get something to eat. You interested?"

It was almost like he had been anticipating my call. "You bet," he
said without hesitation.

"Come on down here when you're ready. He'll be here in about twenty
minutes."

Okay," said Spencer. He showed up at my door about ninety seconds
later, his warmup jacket slung over his shoulder. Quick, I thought
to myself as I let him in. He's very quick to get down here.

We went down the stairs to wait for Jesse. When he got there, we
headed over to Chaucer's, on University Avenue. Parking was
sometimes a problem around there, so Jesse opted to leave his car in
the lot, and we walked the few blocks to the restaurant.

We found a big table and took it over. Jesse ordered a pitcher of
beer, but the waitress still asked to see our driver's licenses.

"You must be new here," grumbled Jesse as he pulled his ID out and
handed it to her. In the meantime, Spencer and I both took our
wallets out and shuffled through them, looking for our fake ID's. I
handed her mine, with the unlikely name of Frank K. Luckie, but she
only glanced at the name for a second. She was intent on examining
the birth date on it. Since it said I was twentytwo, she handed it
back without a word and examined Spencer's. His passed inspection,
also, though she did look at him a little suspiciously. She returned
to our table with three mugs and a pitcher full of beer. Jesse
poured us each a mug.

Holding his mug up, he said, "To a successful evening."

Spencer echoed, "A successful evening," but I had no idea what they
were talking about, so I just clanked my mug against theirs and took
a long swallow.

Just as the waitress was taking our food order, Jesse glanced up
toward the door and exclaimed, "Hey, there's some friends of mine."
He stood up and waved. "Over here, guys!"

I looked up and saw Trent Abbott and Eric Johnson walking up to our
table.

"What the fuck?" I was shocked. "What are you guys doing here?"

They pulled up chairs and sat down on either side of me. "It's a
long weekend, and we decided to take a road trip," said Trent.

"Yeah," agreed Eric. "Got a call about a friend of ours got a
proctology problem he needs help with. Dude's got his head stuck
good and tight up his own ass."

"Huh?" The gist of this conversation was escaping me.

Eric stared me down. "I said, dude's got his head stuck good and
tight up his own ass."

"I heard you, I just don't know what you're talking about," I said
defensively. It was unconvincing, even to me, and Eric didn't even
give it that much credence.

"By the end of the night, baby, you gonna know," he said. He looked
around. "What's a brother got to do to get a couple a mugs here?
We're dry as a bone."

Our waitress scurried over with two more empty mugs and set them
down. She seemed a little flustered.

"What's your name, dolly?" asked Eric.

"Juney," she said, eyes downcast.

"You a pretty thing, Juney," said Eric with a smile. He draped his
arm around her waist, and she moved quite naturally closer to him to
lean up against him. "Do me a favor? Bring us another pitcher?
This one gonna be empty by and by."

Juney turned three shades of red at Eric's compliment, and she
practically skipped off to get his beer.

"How the hell did you do that?" asked Jesse with a laugh. "She
didn't even ask to see your licenses."

Eric shrugged expansively. "Sometimes you just gotta sweettalk
'em," he said by way of explanation. I was of the opinion that Eric
could get away with sweettalking Juney, but I seriously doubted if
any of the rest of us could have managed it.

Juney returned with the pitcher, and leaned down over Eric's
shoulder to set it on the table. She paused there, pressed just a
little against him, and she glanced back at him, as if looking for
his approval. He smiled at her, and she blushed again, and stood up.

"Sweetheart, could you fetch us some menus? We been drivin' awhile,
and we got some... hungers." Eric looked at Juney seriously, and she
nodded quickly, and practically ran over to the bar to grab some
menus. She returned and handed them to us with a smile, saving her
warmest smile for my man Eric.

Juney left us for a moment to look over the menus. "Dude, you are
going to get yourself in so much trouble," said Trent, but he was
grinning.

"Nah," said Eric. "You just got to know when to turn it up, that's
all."

"So, tell me again why you guys are here?" I asked as we were
studying the menus.

Eric nodded in Spencer's direction. "Mr. G. called us up, told us
you was hurtin'. We all decided you needed some... intervention."

"Intervention? I don't..."

"But first things first," Eric interrupted. "What we really need to
do here is eat some of this fine food Juney is gonna bring out for
us, and then we are gonna get you drunk."






Three hours later, we were still at the table. We had emptied eight
pitchers of beer, and were working on a ninth. Juney had slipped us
a couple of free ones, and when she was done with her shift she sat
with us. Spencer had moved over to make room so she could put
herself next to Eric, and we contributed greatly to the noise and the
atmosphere of fun that permeated Chaucer's that night.

I was happily sloshed, and much of the evening has been lost to my
memory, but nothing mattered much at that point. I was with the best
friends I had in the world, and they were here with me.

Sometime late that night the three of us, Eric, Trent, and me,
managed to find our way back to my dorm room. I crawled up to my
bed, Eric and Trent challenged each other to Paper/Rock/Scissors to
see who got Westy's bed, and the loser had to crash on the ratty
couch. Eric won, and he hauled himself up and pretty much passed out
on top of Westy's blankets.

Much later, after we had fallen asleep, I was awakened by the light
coming on in our room.

"Oh, man, whoever that is, shut off the damn light," I moaned. It
was like shards of glass being shoved directly through my eyeballs
and into my brain.

"Who the fuck is in my bed?" I heard Westy say.

I sat up blearily to see Westy standing by our desks, looking angry.
I could hear Trent snoring softly from the couch below us.

"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at the fraternity
house," I said.

"Fuck 'em," he said. "I want to sleep in my own bed."

Without getting up, Eric muttered, "Ain't your bed tonight."

"Oh, yeah? Says who?" challenged Westy, clearly angry.

Eric sat up and looked down at my roommate. "Go back to your frat
house, frat boy. Somebody else got claim to your nest tonight."

Westy grabbed for Eric's ankle. "I don't think so, Goddammit," he
said. He tried to pull Eric out of the lofted bed, but Eric simply
kicked Westy's hand away. I heard Eric sigh, and then he lightly
leapt down and landed on the balls of his feet right in front of
Westy. Eric showed absolutely no intimidation at all, even though
Westy had about two inches on him. Eric looked strong and fit, and
he looked confident.

"Look, friend, you tole Porter you was gone for the weekend," Eric
said quietly. "Ain't our fault you changed your mind."

Westy tried shoving Eric back, but Eric was not going to be moved
that easily. His shoulder moved with the force of Westy's push, his
torso twisting, but his feet never moved. What Westy's action did,
however, was wake Trent up, and get me down from my bed. The four of
us in that small room took up just about every available inch of
space, and Westy was forced to step back away from the three of us.

Westy looked uncertainly at us. "I don't like this," he muttered.

"I don't doubt it," said Eric. "Just the same, you got a bed to go
to. I suggest you go find it."

Westy grumbled darkly under his breath for a moment, and then he
decided he was in no position to press the issue. He turned and
opened the door. "Fuckin' soccer pricks," he muttered as he left.

I looked at Eric, who was watching Westy calmly. "I don't think he
liked you very much," I said.

"Fuck him," replied Eric. "He don't like anybody very much. Except
maybe himself."

"Even so, he'll have more to say about this."

Eric merely shrugged. "I'll try not to leave any skid marks on his
sheets."

"Oh, okay, that will make it all better," said Trent with a laugh.
"Now, if you don't mind, I have a dream featuring Christy Brinkley
that I left unfinished that I would like to get back to."

"Say hi to her for me," said Eric as he climbed back up into Westy's
bunk. "I know she misses me."

I shut off the light and was asleep again almost before my head hit
the pillow.

I woke up sometime around noon the next day, feeling pretty bad. We
had a practice at two, and Trent and Eric went over to Denny's for a
late breakfast while Spencer, Jesse, and I limped over to the
fieldhouse for two hours of practice.

I was really looking forward to a nap after practice, but my friends
weren't about to let me off that easily. We grabbed a soccer ball
and goofed off down by the Lake Alice athletic fields, playing keep
away along the sidelines of a couple of flag football games. On the
way back to the dorm, we stopped and talked with some coeds who were
strolling along the Plaza of the Americas, a central gathering place
on campus. Eric schmoozed the girls, and he dragged Trent and me
into the group and into the conversation by mentioning to them that I
had been a high school AllAmerican. It was embarrassing to have all
that brought up, especially in light of my problems at the end of the
season, but fortunately, soccer was not popularly followed. The
girls were very impressed with the news, and apparently had no idea
about how our season concluded.

Eric ended up inviting them to meet up with us at Chaucer's, and
they cheerfully accepted. We left them huddled together, talking and
whispering and glancing at us as we walked away.

"Dude, what are you doing?" I asked, once we were out of earshot.

"Hey, we're all single guys, just out to have us some fun," he said
expansively.

Trent just snorted.

Later that night, we gathered up a bunch of my teammates and took
over Chaucer's. The girls from the Plaza showed up around ten, and
Juney was there, too, with a couple of girlfriends. Luke Early got
lucky with one of the girls from the Plaza Eric had invited, and they
split off pretty early to go make their own fun. Eric had Juney on
one knee, her friend Alicia on the other, and I had another of the
Plaza girls, an exotic little wisp of a thing who told me her name
was Chloe, hanging on my arm.

Sometime during that night I felt somebody grab my other arm, just
as I was lifting my mug up to my mouth. Beer slopped out and hit my
chin, and I heard a vaguely familiar voice say, "Well, well, if it
isn't the famous Sean Porter."

It took me a moment, and I was none too happy to recognize Maureen
Saunders, the chubby girl with the bad complexion that Westy had
brought up to our room last fall. She had an evil gleam in her eye.

She looked balefully over at Chloe. "This your girlfriend, Sean?
Not much meat on her bones."

Chloe looked distastefully at Maureen. "And you are?" she asked
haughtily.

"I'm his Number One Fan, and the girl he's going to marry," said
Maureen. I jerked my arm away from her and stepped back.

"No fucking way," I spat. "You really are a psycho, aren't you?"

"Seanie, how can you say that?" Maureen tried batting her eyes at
me. If she thought she was being alluring, she was horribly
mistaken. Chloe stepped back with me, and was looking at Maureen as
if she was examining an ugly stain on her shoe.

"I'll tell you what," I said. I was drunk enough I didn't care what
I said to her to drive her away. "I'll just give Westy a call.
Maybe you can meet him over at Reitz in one of the men's room stalls
again."

Maureen stared at me. "That's not nice," she said with a frown.

"Got your kneepads packed in your purse just in case?" I asked
cruelly.

"You're as much of an asshole as that asshole roommate of yours,"
she spat.

"Aw, gee, and I thought you were my Number One Fan," I said with a
fake pout. I deliberately turned Chloe away, and we ignored Maureen.
She finally got the hint and left.

"Who was that unpleasant person?" Chloe asked.

"Somebody my roommate introduced to me," I said. I glanced at her
mug, and saw it was as empty as mine. "We need more beer," I said,
reaching for a halffull pitcher on the table.

About an hour later I was pretty sloppily drunk. I was hanging on
Chloe, or maybe she was hanging on me, when Eric and Trent pulled me
up.

"Time to go, Head," said Trent. He giggled, an incongruous sound
coming from my normally serious friend. "Head. What a great name."

"Why ish he calling you 'Head'?" slurred Chloe.

"It's a nickname he acquired playing soccer," said Eric. Why did he
not sound inebriated? He had to be as drunk as I am, I said to
myself. "Dude thinks too much."

"Ahhh," said Chloe, her eyebrows rising up in a lubricated version
of understanding.

Eric pulled on one arm and Trent on the other. I tried to cling to
Chloe, unwilling to part so soon, but my friends were insistent.

"Help!" I shouted. "I just want a little more Chloe!"

As they pulled me toward the door, I heard Chloe answer, "And I want
a little more Head!"

The whole place erupted in laughter, but by then we were at the
door, and together the three of us stumbled out of Chaucer's, out
onto the sidewalk, and across University Ave.

'I don't think I can survive another night like this one,' I thought.

This time Trent took Westy's bunk, and Eric flopped down on the
couch. Within seconds Trent was asleep, wet and bubbling noises
emanating from his mouth. I marveled at how the room spun for awhile
before nearly falling out of my bed. I climbed carefully down, made
my way slowly to the john, and noisily threw up in a toilet.

I think I fell asleep there for a few minutes as I prayed to my
porcelain idol.






Way too early the next morning I vaguely heard Eric stirring. The
next thing I knew, both Eric and Trent were pulling me by my ankle.

"Nooooo," I moaned. "It's Sunday. Day of rest. Leave me alone."

"Up, Soccer Boy. You need a little purging," said Trent.

"I think I purged last night," I groaned as I tried to roll back
over and away from them.

"Nah, not that kind of purge," said Eric. "We need to leach them
poisons from your system."

"Gimme a break," I said. "You're the ones who introduced those
poisons into my system."

"Yup, and now it's our responsibility to remove 'em."

"It's , I tell you," I grumbled. I knew by then they were
not going to let me go back to sleep. Maybe if I bitched enough at
them they would have mercy. "You're inflicting pain on a minor."

"Come on, Porter. We ain't done yet," said Eric.

"What's next," I asked reluctantly.

Eric grinned happily at me. "More pain," he said.






They visited an impressive amount of pain onto me. They dragged me
out for a long run first, down Museum Road toward the golf course.
We paralleled the golf course all the way to 34th Street, and took a
breather by the 34th Street Wall, with its painted messages scrawled
all over. I was hoping for a respite, and began walking back the way
we had come, but Trent and Eric had other plans. They grabbed me and
steered me south, down 34th Street, past UVillage South to Hull
Road, over past the athletic fields, and back to campus.

By the time we stopped running and began cooling down, I was feeling
a little more human. I didn't want to let my buddies know their plan
was working, though; I didn't think their egos would stand it. So I
kept my mouth shut, and let them lead me back.

We ran up the three flights of stairs, and we all took showers. We
got dressed and headed over to The Hub to get some food.

Finally sated, I sat back and contemplated my eating partners.

"What do you guys want to do today?" I foolishly asked.

Trent and Eric looked at each other.

"Glad you asked," said Trent. He got up. "Let's go change."

"Change?" Uhoh, I thought to myself. What have I opened myself up
to?

Eric and Trent led me back to my dorm room. It was starting to
accumulate a lockerroom smell from our sweaty clothes that were left
piled on the floor after our run in the morning. Trent and Eric both
pulled their duffels out and began to change once again, this time
into shorts, tee shirts, and shin guards.

I took a step back and held up my hands in front of me. "No way," I
said. "Sunday's a day off. No soccer."

"Sorry, dude," said Eric. "No rest for the wicked."

Trent laughed. "Ain't nobody been wickeder than you lately, Porter,
so we've got a lot of work to do."

"I don't have a clue what you are talking about," I said, but of
course I did. I was just dismayed that somebody else knew it, too.
Worse, he was willing to address the problem. I was in trouble.

They were not going to let it go, so I resigned myself to an
afternoon of . I changed my clothes and put on my shin
guards, socks, and soccer shoes. I got a ball out of the closet, and
we all went back downstairs.

At one of the practice fields, I was surprised to see Spencer,
Jesse, and Bryan waiting for us.

"All of you are in on this?" I asked suspiciously.

Jesse shrugged elaborately. "We're just here for a little threeon
three," he said.

I knew then I was in for a long afternoon. Threeonthree is
probably the most strenuous scrimmage lineup. No keeper, just three
lined up against three, usually on a short field. It was hard,
unforgiving, relentless, brutal, and absolutely the best scrimmage
scenario for tightening up your game. Especially when you're playing
with these five guys, I thought glumly.

We lined up, Spencer and Trent and me against Jesse, Eric, and
Bryan. Jesse tapped the ball over to Eric, and the game was on.

Ninety minutes later, we were all lying on the grass, exhausted and
wheezing. I was a little surprised there wasn't blood mixed in with
the sweat soaking my shirt. I could have sworn I had already sweated
out all the water from my body, despite downing two quarts of
Gatorade during our brief team switches.

"Kill me now," I said dully, my arm thrown over my eyes.

"Nope," said Trent. "We're saving that particular pleasure for
somebody else."

I looked over at him from beneath my arm. "What are you talking
about?" I asked.

Trent was on one side of me, and Eric was on the other. They both
turned and sat facing me. "Are you sufficiently exhausted, Porter?"

"What do you mean?" I couldn't remember when I had been more tired.
Even my legs, in superb shape, were shaking a little. "Yeah, I'm
tired," I said.

"Tired enough not to argue when we point out what a piece of shit
you've been lately?"

It seemed like maybe I was too tired to argue. I knew I should have
been angry at Trent's question, but I just couldn't summon the energy.

"Dude, you got some phone calls to make," said Eric. "I think
you're ready to make them."

"Who do I have to call?" I asked, even though I was afraid of the
answer.

"Your parents, first off," said Eric.

That was unexpected. "Really?"

"Oh, yeah," said Eric. "As Ricky Ricardo says, 'You got some
asplainin' to do.' And you might as well start there."

"Shit," I said. I struggled to sit up. "Is that what this weekend
is all about?"

"Well, partly," said Spencer.

I looked at him in surprise. "All of you?" I asked accusingly. Et
tu, Brute?

"It was also a chance to get together and have some fun," said Trent.

"So, what is it going to be? Are you going to drag me, kicking and
screaming, to the nearest telephone booth?"

"Oughtn't be necessary to do that," said Eric. "You know you done
her wrong, you know you got to make it up somehow."

I hung my head. "Yeah, you're right," I said desultorily. "It's
tough to know where to start, though."

"That's what we're here for," said Trent quietly.

I looked up at all my friends there, and saw them a little
differently than I did before. Why couldn't I see it for myself?
Why did it take all of them? I didn't know. But I had some bridges
to rebuild, and they were right: there was no time like the present.






The first call, to my mom, was painful. It was a disjointed,
uncomfortable call, but it ended up with both of us in tears,
apologizing to each other. It was cathartic, to say the least.

I sat in the phone booth at Reitz, shaking and sweating after
talking with her. My friends were standing around me, giving me a
silent show of support. They could easily have slipped off and
continued with their own lives, but they were still there with me,
still there for me. It was a lesson I would never forget.

There was no question in my mind I had to call Kayla, and I had to
do it right then. Even if I was able to talk my friends out of
letting me slide, I knew I would never be able to gather up the
courage to come back here another time.

Eric silently handed me two dollars in quarters, and I dropped one
into the slot and dialed. Kayla picked it up on the second ring.

"Hello?"

She didn't sound nearly as miserable as I felt. No wonder, I
thought sadly. I had been blaming her for three months now.

"Hi," I said.

Silence. Then, just when I was wondering if she was even still
there, she said quietly, "Hi."

I took a deep breath. "I was wrong," I began. "I'm so sorry for
everything I did, and for everything I didn't do."

Silence. I ventured on, into the unknown.

"Everything went wrong for me back then, Kay. I could either blame
myself, or I could blame somebody else. I took the chicken's way
out, and you were the easiest target. It all hit the fan, with Coach
and with the team, and my life went into the crapper for a long time,
and I had to have a scapegoat, and it was very shallow of me,
immature, and I can't apologize enough."

Silence.

"Kayla? Are you there?"

"I'm here, Sean." She sounded sad. "Thank you for calling, and
thank you for apologizing, because you're right. You were completely
unreasonable. I'm glad your friends have helped you."

She knew about my friends coming down? I looked at the group
standing around me in surprise.

"Will... will you write to me again, Kay? I promise I'll answer
every letter."

Silence again.

"What can I do to make it up to you? I love you, Kay."

That broke the silence, but not the way I wanted. She started
crying. "I really thought you did," she whispered. "I know now you
only thought you loved me."

"Kay, that's not true. You know I love you..."

"Do I?" She said it so softly, I almost didn't hear her. She took
a big, hitching breath. "I don't think you're ready for a committed
relationship, Sean." She sounded so serious, more serious than I had
ever heard her before. It scared me. "I love you so much, but I
can't stand this... treatment. This lack of respect. For me, for
us, for what we had together."

"I'll do anything you say, Kayla. Anything to make it better..."

"I'll write you, Sean. But we will have to talk when you get back
for the summer. I can't live like this."

My heart soared. She said she'd write! "That's great, Kay..."

"But, until then," she continued, "you need to live your life, and I
need to live my life."

"Wh... What? What do you mean?"

"We'll talk when you get home, Sean. But right now, I'm not your
girlfriend any longer."






I needed a shower. Hell, I needed a drink.

Somebody had ripped my heart out and threw it on the floor, still
beating, not realizing yet it was just a piece of meat.

My friends were all as supportive as they could be, but this was a
disaster of my own making. I slumped as I hung up the receiver, and
the five gathered around me seemed to understand what had just
occurred.

"Hey, man, I'm sorry," said Jesse.

"Nothing for you to be sorry about," I said. "I bought and paid for
it all. It's mine and mine alone."

"Even so," offered Trent, "I feel bad about the outcome."

"You had no way of knowing," I said. "I know you guys were doing
what you could to help me."

"It ain't how it was all supposed to turn out," said Eric sadly.

I dragged my sorry ass up out of the stool in the telephone booth
and stepped out. "Come on, you guys," I said with forced gaiety.
"Let's get cleaned up and find something to do. No classes tomorrow,
remember?"

Bryan clapped me on the back. "Good effort, Head," he said. "You
did the hard thing. Too bad you had to take it on the chin when you
did it."

"Fuck it all," I said. "Live today, die tomorrow. Let's go, okay?"
And I led my friends back outside, out of the walls that wanted to
close in on me, and into the betraying sunshine.

"Hey, let's go back to the apartment," suggested Bryan. "We can
order up a pizza, crack open a couple of beers. Maybe there'll be a
dirty movie on Showtime or something."

"Sounds good to me," said Eric.

"Yeah," I agreed. "Pizza and beer and naked women. No better way
to spend a Sunday night."

Spencer, Eric, Trent, and I headed back to the dorm. We all wanted
to get cleaned up and changed, so we agreed to meet Jesse and Bryan
at their place in about an hour. I was glad to have my friends
around me. If I had tried to make those calls on my own, I would
have wanted to finish the job Jilly Del Toro's knife had started,
what seemed like a lifetime ago. Even so, it was an effort to get
clean clothes on and join my friends again.

The four of us walked over to the apartment. Jesse was waiting,
beers on ice in a cooler on the porch, and he handed us each a can as
we came up the steps. We popped the tops, silently clinked our cans
together, and drank them down.

By the time the pizza guy got there, we were into the last of the
case of beer. I was feeling maudlin, but the guys kept me from
slipping into miserable melancholy. We demolished the two pizzas,
and opened a second case of beer.

Nothing decent was on the tube that night, and after flipping
through the channels several times, we decided to hit University Ave.
to see if we could find anybody. We decided to walk, and we ended up
at The Purple Porpoise.

We elbowed our way up to the bar and stayed there until a table
opened up, off in the corner, and Spencer took off to grab it. We
managed to gather up enough chairs, and we brought a couple of
pitchers of beer over and sat down.

It was my third night of drinking, and I really wasn't in the mood.
I just didn't drink that much normally, and this much partying was
wearing thin. I was sitting against the wall, watching the crowd,
thinking about just packing it in and going back to the dorm, when a
familiar face slowly materialized on the periphery of the impromptu
dance floor. I didn't pay much attention to it until the face, with
a small pixie body attached to it, launched itself at me and landed
in my lap. She had to push Spencer and Trent out of the way to get
to me, but she didn't seem daunted by the challenge.

"Hello, Sean Porter," she said.

I heard Eric laugh. "You got them falling out of the sky, Porter?"
he asked.

"Hiya Alex," I said.

"Who are your friends, Sean?" Alex wriggled just a little, getting
more comfortable. She was acting like we saw each other every day,
when, in actuality, I hadn't seen her in months.

"Alexandra Wallace, meet Trent Abbott and Eric Johnson. They're
friends from home. Trent goes to South Carolina, Eric's at Maryland.
Eric, Trent, this is Alex."

"And I've got somebody for you to meet, too," Alex said. She sat up
straighter and waved into the crowd.

I looked over toward where Alex was indicating, and I saw a very
pretty girl with ashblonde hair. The girl began making her way over
to our table, and I had the opportunity to watch her. She was taller
than Alex, but still a little shorter than average. She was very
nicely proportioned, and she walked over with reserved confidence.

'Christ, Porter, you just got done with a longdistance breakup
call, and already you're drooling over a new chick,' I admonished
myself. My hormones didn't listen to logic, however.

When the new girl got to our table, Alex, without getting up,
introduced her. "You'll have trouble remembering all the names, but
here they are. This is Bryan, and Jesse, Spencer, and Trent, and
Eric, and I'm holding down Sean. Everybody, this is my friend, Erin
Hughes."

"Sean? I like that name," said Erin with a secret smile.

Bryan, ever the gentleman, scrambled up and offered Erin his seat.
She thanked him, and he took off in search of an empty chair to bring
back. He squeezed in, right between Spencer and Erin.

"Are you a Junior? I don't remember seeing you around before,"
asked Jesse.

Erin laughed. "No, I'm just a lowly freshman," she said.

Alex wriggled against me some more, perhaps unconsciously, and
perhaps hoping to feel a reaction. I was so weary of my female
troubles, I couldn't even manage a thrill out of having her on my
lap. 'You really are pathetic, son,' I said to myself.

"Do any of you know Sydney Robbins?" asked Alex. She looked around,
but we all shook our heads. "Anyway, she's a sophomore living on
Erin's floor in the dorm, and she introduced us. We've got some...
common interests," she continued.

I looked at Erin, and then at Alex, but neither of them was going to
expand on what their common interests might be. Oh, well, my cynical
side said. They will let us know when they want us to know.

Alex turned to me and looked at me from about six inches away. "Why
so glum, chum?" she asked.

I really didn't feel the need to do a barroom confession, so I just
said, "It's nothing."

She wiggled her butt against my legs. "You've got a bony lap, pal,"
she said. "You need some fattening up."

Now that made me laugh. "Did you ever think maybe it was your
skinny butt that needed padding?" I asked.

"Hey, I can't help it if I'm petite," said Alex with a mock frown.

"Petite, sweet, and so good to eat," Eric murmured, but he didn't
say it quietly enough. We all heard it, and the guys burst out
laughing as the girls both turned beet red. Eric, a little
embarrassed, quickly stood and made a show of looking for Juney,
waving an empty pitcher in his hand.

"That was a little bit nasty, Sean's Friend," accused Alex. Then,
to me, she whispered, "And I kind of liked it."





(Continued in Chapter 23)


(Erin Hughes makes her appearance by the grace of God and Nick
Scipio. Thanks, Nick!)

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