Chapter 33Content: nosex rom
"How were my boys?" Louise asked Beth at work that night.
"Oh, good... Terence has this fascination for deep-throat... I gave Damian a little anal... We had a good time..." Beth smiled.
Louise grimaced. "I haven't gotten any calls..."
"It's early, yet," Beth replied. "I'm sure someone will, soon. If not, there's always Dr. Rankin. I still can't..."
Louise nodded. That was all clear, now... God knew what restrictions Candace would put on Beth where the good doctor was concerned. "I'll wait a bit."
Toby came home at about eleven-thirty, and, perusing his webcam captures, found an amazing little scene! The tactic that this suggested might even be better than his original plan to get even with Lon for pressuring Jean into non-consensual sex -- AND it relieved the group of any requirement to keep pictures of Louise, if the Carter boys ever threatened to cause trouble. The downside was that he would have to admit to having recorded the session...
It also opened a couple of questions, like did anyone else play with other guys? Toby never had -- the subject had never come up. Ma had also surprised him with the admission that given the chance she might have fucked him -- and she also surprised him a bit with her tolerance of the Carter boys' little activities. Toby found himself wondering what Louise might think of her sons' activities. And there was Mr. Carter hanging out there, too -- was he vulnerable in this way? Obviously, he would probably do anything to keep from being exposed -- but he might not even be practicing, out of that same fear. Maybe it was time to do some careful feeling out of Louise...Toby had a lot on his mind when he hit the bed.
Jean had been maudlin; it turned out that Rick had told her about the Goth girl, and she was counting the days until Toby found some bright young thing to replace her. But Jean might as well be seventeen herself, in so many ways... Who cared? Toby had enough problems without adding young chicks to his calendar. The only thing he could hope was that Lon and Rick would show a little sense or their women would add value to the group -- and neither of those items was a sure bet...
Monday morning, the women met for a long-delayed post-mortem on the party. Jean wasn't working that day, and Beth was coming off-shift; Candace had little to do, as usual. Out of some consideration for Beth's situation (and the fact that she arrived first) Candace didn't make Beth chase around after food, drink, and waiters. Candace got right down to business, "So, how do you think it went?"
"Fine, I think," Jean shrugged. "Damian probably thinks I'm a flake, but..."
Candace scuttled the idea of seconding the motion and turned to Beth. "How about you, Hon? You saw the boys again yesterday and their mama last night..."
"I had a really nice time -- both times!" Beth replied. "The boys are pretty well-behaved and they certainly enjoy their sex... Louise is kind of waiting to see if she's going to be in any demand."
"Does she want to be?" Jean asked.
"Oh, yeah," Beth nodded.
"I guess I have the only negative report," Candace sighed. "Damian..."
"... Didn't hurt you, from what I heard," Jean interjected. "If I have to play fair, you should, too..."
"I don't like being run!" Candace retorted. Beth just looked at her; Jean picked up the expression and giggled. "Shut up!" Candace ranted. Beth spread her hands, but her expression didn't change. "You two can give young Damian everything he needs...
"Maybe..." Jean's eyes were hooded and she was smirking.
"Nice!" Candace complained. "Wait until he treats YOU like his white slut and see if YOU like it!" Beth just shrugged; Damian hadn't hurt HER any -- and he'd treated Jean pretty gently. But Candace brought out the dominant streak in some guys -- maybe it was her high and mighty attitude...
"Louise might have to wait," Jean interjected. "Rick suddenly latched onto this young thing. They're not having sex, but..."
Beth blinked. "Really? That sounds..."
"Dangerous." Jean nodded. "But it's like he said, he can't take one of us to the Prom..."
"Must be girl week," Candace grunted. "Lon apparently tripped some young thing..." Her eyes swept to Beth, "and she's reportedly big..."
Beth's eyes popped. "Really?"
"Really." Candace shook her head. "I have a feeling things are going to get quiet, real quick..."
"Yeah," Jean was looking at the floor.
"Toby doesn't seem to be affected," Beth argued.
"For how long?" Jean retorted.
Candace snorted. "Of the three of us, YOU are the one that probably COULD go to the Prom..."
"Yeah, right..." Jean rolled her eyes. "But Toby DID go to some lengths last night..."
"See?" Candace grinned. "Louise and I are the only ones coming up short -- and Terence is coming to see ME this afternoon..."
"You'll enjoy it," Beth predicted. "He's really a nice boy."
"I'll have to keep things quiet," Candace chuckled. "Lon is having his new girl over to swim. I gather that he figures she'll be trainable; if things go his way, he'll be bringing her to you for deep-throat lessons -- OUTSIDE the group, of course..."
Beth shook her head -- when did she become the Advanced Cock-Sucking teacher? "This is scary!"
"I agree," Candace nodded, "but they are all painfully aware of the consequences... With any luck, the whole thing will either go away, or modify itself in some odd but stable manner..."
"God, I hope so!" Jean declared.
Toby kissed his mother on the cheek as she came through the door. "Hi, Ma, how was your shift?"
"Oh, fine, fine..." Beth was bothered by the young girlfriend situation, and was trying to figure out how to air it.
"And Terence and Damian? How were they?"
"I had a lovely time!" Beth replied, then frowned. "It's a good thing, too, since Rick and Lon have found other pursuits..."
"Oh, yeah -- that!" Toby grunted. "Idiots!"
"How bad is this, do you think?" Beth asked.
"Well, Rick's choice is a real strange duck -- but that's probably good because if she came out with some wild tale, everyone would discount it," Toby theorized. "Lon's... Lon picked this big, shy chick -- he thinks he's gonna train her to be a slut, or something. He figures that she'll be more... accommodating than some flashy girl -- more willing to take his shit and be there for him..."
Beth nodded. "He may be right..."
"I hope so, because if he gets too loose with his mouth... Sally isn't stupid, she's just big. Hell, she might be smarter than Lon..." Toby sighed.
"Well, us big girls tend to be grateful for what we can get -- and Lon is a catch..." Beth mused.
"If you say so." Toby moved on to his other subject of interest, "Say, Ma, do you know what Louise's schedule is?"
Beth raised her eyebrows. "I think she sleeps after her shift -- especially if Fred isn't home. Why?"
"I thought I might pay her a visit."
"She might like that!" Beth dimpled. "I'd give her a call before she goes to sleep..."
"What about her husband?" Toby asked.
"If a man answers, ask for one of the boys..."
"Hey, Terence, it's Toby. Is your Mama around?"
"Well, yeah, but she's gettin' ready to crash..."
"Hey, no problem, I just wanted to ask, not come over..."
"Cool. Mama! Phone!" Terence roared.
Louise picked up, "Hello?"
"Hi, Louise -- it's Toby."
"Hi, Baby. How are you?"
"Fine. Hey, I know you're getting ready for bed, but I thought maybe later..." Toby began.
"Did Beth put you up to this?" Louise interrupted. "You don't, if you don't want to -- I'll understand..."
"No, no, it was my idea; I thought maybe we could get in a talk about things and maybe a little fun..."
"Sure, Baby. How is two? We'd have to be done before five, or Fred could get to be a problem..."
"Hey, cool. I'll see you then."
"Okay, Baby! Bye!" Louise was smiling when she looked up.
Terence was grinning. "Toby gonna come over and even the score for his mama?"
"It sure looks like it..."
"Cool." Terence nodded. "I'll hang out and keep lookout for Pa; Damian has a date."
"Oh? With who?"
"Boy..." Louise eyed her eldest son askance.
Terence shrugged. "Damian swears that she's just bitching to hear her mouth flap..."
Louise grimaced. "He could be right -- and he could be dead wrong! You make sure he knows to come home if she gets cranky..."
"Okay, Mama. I'll tell him you said watch it. I'm gonna go with him, and if things look bad..."
"All right, Boy. I'm going to bed -- I want to be in good shape for Toby..."
"Good night, Son."
At about twelve-thirty, Lon and Rick set out separately on their missions. The arrivals differed, however; Rick got a voice mail from a nervous Teela while he was on the road in which she said, "I really don't want to go into this with Poppa -- can you meet me down the block?" Lon, on the other hand, was met at Sally's door by a short, somewhat heavyset woman wearing eyeglasses low on her nose and her uncolored, grey-streaked hair in a bun. "You'd be Mr. Carpenter?" she asked.
"I'm Eleanor, Sally's mom. Come inside -- she's upstairs, changing her mind about something or another she's wearing..." Eleanor backed up and Let Lon in, parked him on the couch, and stood watching him with bird-bright eyes.
Lon returned the stare nervously. Eleanor gave him a thorough examination -- and she had to admit that he was quite the package. "So, you're into sports?" she asked.
"Well, swim team," Lon replied.
"Not much future in that," Eleanor murmured.
"No," Lon agreed shortly.
That was impressive in itself, Eleanor figured. Most jocks would have yakked about scholarships and such -- some of them going so far as to toot their horn about professional prospects. This one just eyed her cautiously and agreed with her. He was pretty, too -- he wouldn't have much difficulty finding girls to feather his bed. That being the case... "Why Sally?"
'Fuck!' "Why does everybody ask that?"
"Boys that look like you are usually hunting elsewhere," Eleanor replied.
"Unsuccessfully," Lon replied. "They tend to change up, either from the start or later, when they realize that mirrors and charge cards are the only things important to that bunch."
"So, easy prey?"
Lon took offense. "You would call your daughter that?"
"If the shoe fits."
"That sucks." Lon eyed the woman with distaste. "I like what I see when I look at her. And I like what I hear when I talk to her."
"I'm not sure that changes things. I don't want her hurt. Are you sure your mother is going to be there?"
"Give me something to write on, please," Lon asked, barely civil. Poker faced, Eleanor collected paper and a pencil from an antique desk nearby. Lon took it and wrote out a phone number. "That's my house. You can call there any time -- Mama will no doubt answer. Do you want me to write something here guaranteeing I'll return Sally intact?"
"That... won't be necessary." The boy was pissed -- THAT much was clear... "Sorry. I'm sure you understand my concerns..."
"Everybody seems to have them," Lon growled, clearly aggravated. "Why can't anyone leave it alone? Do you know how many variations on 'You can do better' and 'Are you just looking for sex?' I've heard in the last week or two? Why does everybody assume that chasing some stupid, stuck-up, bad-tempered, money-grubbing blonde whose only sense is for fashion is the right way for me to go? Why is everyone ELSE that stupid?"
Eleanor was taken aback. "Sorry!"
Sally, sitting at the top of the stairs, was afraid to go down; she was trying to get control over her features. It wouldn't do to let Lon know she'd heard that outburst...
Downstairs, Lon grated, "Look, Sally looks good to me. I can't, like, pick it to pieces -- it's just the way things are. There's an... attraction. I don't think that's bad..."
"No, it isn't," Eleanor found her voice. "It's just... surprising. You'll have to forgive me -- being concerned for my daughter's welfare is my job."
"Sorry I went off," Lon replied.
"I'm not," Eleanor insisted. "It was very... honest."
Sally got up and headed downstairs; the other two looked up when she became visible. She failed to school her features, though; it was obvious to both of them that she had heard at least part of the conversation. Eleanor stepped into the breach, "I'm afraid I added to the weight of public opinion -- on the wrong side." She looked at Lon, "And I learned that it WAS the wrong side."
Sally swallowed, trying to bring her eyes to Lon's, and not doing well, "So, are we going?"
"Yes." Lon sounded vaguely surprised. "Do you have everything?"
"I'll get my purse." She headed back up. Sally was on the Pill -- her periods gave her terrible cramps. But there were rubbers in her purse, too. After the conversation that she just heard, if Lon wanted to plunder her, he could by God have it! When she came back down, she locked eyes briefly with her mother, who hadn't missed the significance of the ploy -- they'd had many talks about boys and birth control... Eleanor grimaced, but said nothing; if Sally came back missing her virginity, it would be partially her fault. "You two have a nice time," she murmured, in a belated attempt to paper things over.
Sally murmured, "Thanks." Lon just nodded. On the way to the car, Sally husked, "Sorry!"
"Not your fault," Lon sighed. "I've apparently confused the crap out of everybody south of God by being just a little less shallow than expected... Don't get any wild expectations, though -- I'm still self-centered. Wait until you meet Mama -- you'll see, I'm a real chip off the old block..." Sally giggled and things lightened up.
Rick found Teela at the foot of her block in a pair of rip-stop hot pants and a black bra under a gauzy ruffled black cover-up blouse. Shiny buckle shoes and thigh-high fishnets that didn't quite reach the hot pants completed the look. The hair spritz today was magenta...and she was lugging a HUGE purse. "Jeezus, Squirt, how come you always have to look like you're turning tricks in a graveyard?"
"It keeps the living off me, I guess," Teela replied. "Except succubi like you..."
"Well, come on, then. I reinforced the clothes bar in my walk-in closet so we can both hang out and neck..."
Teela opened the door and got in, placing the handbag on the seat between them. Rick took one look and grabbed the thing, tossing it into the back. "Uuhh! What have you got in there, a gun? A baseball bat?"
"Both!" Teela grinned. "Especially the bat -- I figured I might need a little more reach..."
"It won't help," Rick laughed. "You can't hit what isn't there. I use Jedi mind-tricks on the weak-minded..."
"I'll show you weak-minded!" Teela swatted his shoulder -- and it connected, of course -- but it wasn't anything serious, and she was grinning.
"I certainly hope so!" Rick chuckled. "I'm hoping you're thoroughly gullible. We're off to a good start -- you got in the car..."
"Guess I'd better get the bat..." Teela turned in her seat.
"Nope -- you're disarmed. You're gonna have to suck it up, now..." Rick started picking and pinching with his right hand, inviting squeals and slaps on the arm. Teela started wrestling with his right arm, trying to fend him off -- but again, it wasn't terribly serious. The climate between them had changed, somewhat. Teela ended up pinning his arm in her left armpit and hanging onto his hand with both of hers; neither of them was under any illusions as to whether this was truly a defensive move...
Wheeling up into his driveway, Rick stopped the car and went to work on Teela with both hands -- which got her out of the car and running. "Hey, better get your bag!" Rick yelled and reached back for it and started digging.
"You get OUT of there!" Teela yelled, running back to the car and fighting with him for control of the bag.
Laughing, Rick let her have the bag, circling to haul her out of the car. He pulled her out and closed the door, then led her along to the door of the house by hauling on the bag's handle.
Jean, drawn by the only somewhat expected uproar, opened the door; Rick plowed right through, hauling Teela in behind him. "What on Earth are you doing?" Jean asked.
"Coercing the weak-minded," Rick replied, laughing.
Jean closed the door and turned to get a look at just what the cat had dragged in -- and was immediately transported back in time almost two decades! The girl before her wasn't herself, but the look in her eye, the mix of fear and bravado -- the look that said 'Look at me!' but feared to see the result -- Jean knew a LOT about Teela at first glance, and it was all a case of déjà vu. "Hi!" she said, smiling her most welcoming smile, "I'm Jean..."
"Hi." Wary eyes watched her, fearing yet pleading for acceptance.
Jean moved forward and took Teela's hand, smiling. "Welcome!" Turning to Rick, she said, "Richard, we need to talk!" Turning back to Teela, she said, "Nothing that you need worry about, Dear -- make yourself at home!"
Teela wasn't really reassured, but she settled on the couch. Rick, keyed by his mother's use of his formal first name, followed her into the kitchen, where she whirled on him, "If you hurt that girl..."
"Do you have ANY idea just how fragile that girl is?"
"Okay, well, I know she dresses like that to get attention -- and obviously will settle for NEGATIVE attention..."
"What kind of attention do YOU give her?"
"Well, it's kind of a fire and water thing... She flares, and I absorb it. We... tussle a lot -- but it's becoming more play than it was when we started..."
"She strikes at you to defend herself -- and you cut right through her defenses, right? Is this normal for her?"
"Apparently not -- she sort of repels most people on contact," Rick shrugged. "I kind of get a kick out of it...
"Richard, when you are done with this girl, she will have NO defenses! You need to know that this is SERIOUS! Are YOU serious?"
"About Teela? Mom, what is this all about?"
"I had a girlfriend -- she had that same look to her -- no, not the Goth stuff; it's in her face. She was very fragile, inside, and covered it with a lot of bluster and aggression. Then she met a boy -- only he wasn't serious. She... committed suicide..." Jean's eyes reflected her journey back in time. "She was my best friend..."
"Oh..." Rick looked shocky.
"You need to be serious about her -- or you need to drop her, NOW! Even then... If she's here with you, she's already recognized what you are to her..."
"Okay, well, I think I decided it was serious a couple of days ago..."
"I'm serious, Dear! If you hurt her, I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive you!"
This wasn't something Mom came out with regularly -- in fact, it had never happened before! Rick got the point... "I don't think there's a problem, Mom."
"Meaning what? You don't believe me?" Jean demanded.
"No, meaning I don't have any intention of dumping on Teela," Rick replied.
"You'd better not!" Jean insisted. "But you need to think about the other thing -- it's a serious complication!"
"Yeah, I get that -- but what should I do?" Rick grunted.
"Well... I never thought I'd be saying this, but at some point -- soon, probably before you have sex -- you haven't, have you?"
"Well, I think you're going to need to come clean -- at least to an extent. But I'm not sure when -- she's going to need to feel relatively secure, but you can't betray her..."
"Great..." Rick rolled his eyes. "Something simple..."
"Well, you bought into this..." his mother pointed out.
"It was more like a chemical reaction!" Rick retorted.
"Do you wish it hadn't happened?" Jean asked gently.
"No," Rick replied. "It's a little weird, sometimes, but kinda nice."
"We'd better get in there -- this has gone on a while, and I couldn't POSSIBLY have reassured her..." Jean headed for the door.
In the living room, Teela had nervously pulled off her fishnet hose and buckle shoes and was removing her blouse. "Dear," Jean asked, "would you like to use a bedroom or the bathroom to change into your suit?"
"I'm almost done," Teela replied, blushing. "I really don't have a suit. This stuff will get wet, though..."
Jean cocked her head. "Well, I'm a LITTLE bigger than you -- not much -- but I have something that might be adjustable. Let's go to my room..."
"Okay..." Teela had vague misgivings, but Rick shrugged; if his mother was gonna have a fit and run her off, now was the time, Teela guessed...
But Jean started chattering like a magpie the minute they started off. "You don't swim, then? Better not let Rick take you to the deep end -- he'll be all over you and you'll have nowhere to go! Are you afraid of the water, Dear? You can always divert him with sunbathing or something... This will help..." Jean fished a powder blue and shoestring bikini out of the drawer -- at least that's what Teela THOUGHT it was! It was almost nothing! "THIS will fit either one of us -- such as it is. Us knobby-kneed bow-legged girls need every bit of help we can get... I think your breasts are a bit bigger than mine; that's nice..."
"Wow! That's SMALL! You wear that?" Teela burst out.
"Well, only a couple of times. It made a sensation when I did, though..." Jean eyed the younger girl. "Is it too much? I have something a bit more robust in white, but it will be correspondingly harder to fit..."
"N-no, it's fine... Well, maybe. I'm... kinda furry..." Teela stammered.
Jean grimaced. "I forgot about that. I had to trim things back pretty tightly, myself... Umm, we can do that, if you like..."
"What would it look like?" Teela asked.
"I can show you what I did..." Jean cocked her head, awaiting permission -- no need to leave the girl with the idea that she was some kind of exhibitionist... (given what they were up to, Jean was missing something here, but hey...)
Jean unzipped her shorts and pulled them down, exposing the narrow vertical strip of red fur she had left on her mons. "Of course, you have to work underneath, too, since it's a thong..."
"Oh. I dunno..."
"Do you trust me?"
Teela blinked. Why should she? But Rick's mother had been just totally cool, except for when she dragged him off... Cautiously, she asked, "What did you say to Rick?"
Jean blinked, thought about it, and looked vaguely sad. "I told him that if he hurt you, I'd never forgive him. It's not a threat I deliver lightly, either, Dear."
Teela was rocked. "Why?"
"I really don't want to get embarrassing about it -- for either of us..."
Teela stared at her. "I think I really need to know."
"I've... seen your eyes, Dear. I had a girlfriend once. Her boyfriend didn't realize what he was doing..."
Teela's eyes went HUGE! OMIGAWD! Rick's WHOLE FAMILY could see RIGHT THROUGH her! She couldn't speak...
Jean reached out and took both of Teela's hands, locking eyes with the younger woman. "You can come to me any time -- and we can talk about anything! Okay?"
"S-sure!" Teela's throat was so tight her voice barely worked. Omigawd!
Jean squeezed Teela's hands and broke the grip, turning away to hide tears, "Now, about that trim..."
"Fine," Teela croaked.
"I'll go get some shaving stuff and tell the male contingent that we'll be delayed," Jean chuckled. "You get out of those and we'll see what needs doing." She strode off.
Teela stood there, shocky, soaking it all in. This was beyond anything she ever expected! She'd anticipated that Rick's momma would be the enemy -- or at least a threat! Instead, she was acting more like a sister! Or a mom... Teela's mother was dead; wild driving had cost her her life when Teela was ten. Poppa -- well, he tried, but he wasn't even fatherly. Teela had been winging it forever...
"We'll be out in a bit; Teela needs a trim," Jean announced.
Rick took in his mother's watery eyes. "Is everything okay?"
Jean nodded. "I think so. Go get yourself ready -- and check on the snacks! You know she doesn't swim, right?"
"Think about that -- and the fact that she's here..." Jean turned away. Rick rubbed his face...
Meanwhile, Sally got a somewhat different reception from Candace. Candace met her at the door in her yellow bikini; Sally took one look and thought, 'Oh, God!' Candace was the epitome of the 'A' list woman; if that was Lon's mother, why was she here? What chance on Earth did she have of fitting in here? "Uh, Hello, Mrs. Carpenter," she jerked out.
"Call me Candace -- or Mama -- everybody else does..." Candace replied with a cool smile.
Sally watched Lon's mother give her the once-over -- and was ready to run right there, but Lon had her by the hand, "Come on, the pool's this way..."
"I should probably stop and change in the bathroom," Sally said faintly.
"Okay, sure... I'll go toss on some trunks," Lon added, leading her to the bathroom. "Be right back..."
Candace was somewhat relieved; the girl WAS big, as advertised, but she wasn't showing saddlebags or any serious rolls through the blouse and shorts she came in wearing. Maybe she would be halfway decent; certainly Candace would get a more thorough look when she emerged from the bathroom in a swimsuit...
Meanwhile, Sally was in the bathroom having a panic attack; the bikini she'd turned out in was no more revealing than Candace's, but with her getting the third degree like that... Sally wished to God that she'd worn the one-piece, but it was too late now; slowly, she got out of her shorts and removed the blouse. Adjusting the cups around her rounded breasts, she bucked up and headed out to face the music.
Lon made it all good; one look and he was ogling her, virtually drooling! "Man, oh man, oh man..." he breathed, reverently. Coming forward, he took her hand to take her out back through the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Sally came under Lon's mother's guns again, but Candace tilted her head for a moment, then sat back reflecting mild approval, rather than the expected ridicule and rejection. Sally watched the blonde woman over her shoulder until she was out of sight, but her face never changed...
Candace was more or less amazed! The girl was big all over, and she was wide-built, and she was well-padded -- but she was rounded, not fat! Sally's belly pooched just a tiny bit, but it was above a deep vee where her thighs descended from her wide hips -- and you could see the muscles and tendons there, no problem. Hell, Candace's belly had a little womanly pooch -- and when you took into account the difference in size... From behind, Sally displayed a good-sized round ass on wide hips -- but it was round, not blocky, and not supporting anything substantial in the way of saddlebags. "Let me know if you kids need anything!" Candace called out as they hit the door.
The thing Lon couldn't get over (aside from her shape and that set of big, round titties) was how smooth Sally looked. He'd noticed it before, but it was hard to describe; everything had just enough padding on it to be smooth and flowing -- hands, fingers, arms, legs, toes. Sally wasn't deeply tanned, but she had a little bit -- and it emphasized things like the point where those big round jugs made a valley between them, and the deep indentation of her bellybutton. Lon was in total lust! This was the jackpot -- even better than he'd imagined!
Sally was shaky -- and it transmitted itself. "Lon, what are you looking at?"
"Yeah right!" Sally covered her face. "Your mother is probably in there either laughing or puking..."
"Are you nuts? Oh, Baby!" Lon closed on her and stood there, inches away, indecisive. "Look, I'm gonna..."
Sally snatched her hands away. He was right on top of her! "What?"
"Hug you..." Lon stepped forward and collected Sally in his arms. "Mama's opinion really doesn't count, here -- but if she was gonna say something nasty, it would have already happened..."
"As it is, I was pleasantly surprised," Candace's voice came from the door. "Of course, I'm sure you know that high heels are out, Hon -- you can't go taller than your date..." As it was, Sally nearly matched Lon's height, barefoot. "Maybe an extra inch or two..." She stood there, looking amused.
"So, THAT's handled," Lon chuckled.
Sally hid her face in his shoulder, "Gawd, I'm SO embarrassed!"
"Hey, you want to hang out there, I'm good with that..." Lon murmured, chuckling.
"Lon, you don't have to..."
"I don't have to WHAT?"
"I know what I look like. And a zillion other people have confirmed it for me."
"How many of them have seen you in your birthday suit? Or close to it?" Lon demanded.
Lon stepped back far enough to be able to take Sally's chin. "I am NOT jerking you and I'm telling you that to ME you're HOT!"
Sally smiled sadly. "I'm not buying."
Lon frowned. "Okay -- what would it take?"
"What would it take for you to believe me?"
"Gee, I dunno..."
"Well, lookit -- I want pictures..."
"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Sally screeched.
"Jeez! Why not! I want to do my bedroom walls in life-size pinup girl..." Lon argued.
"Well, where are you going to get one?"
"Right here..." Lon waved her up and down.
"Lon, if you're gonna make fun of me, you should take me home!"
"WHAT? NO FUCKING WAY!" Lon caught himself. "I mean, okay, if you insist, but I REALLY, REALLY want to know why..."
"You're teasing me. I know you can't possibly be serious with this line..."
"Okay, stop!" Lon put his hands out to quell her. "This is going TOTALLY wrong! I really can't believe you think you're ugly -- do you?"
"I'm a cow! Everybody says so! Until a week ago, boys avoided me like the plague! Then suddenly you show up and start acting like Prince Charming... What am I supposed to think?" Sally ranted.
Lon shook his head. "That is the most fucked up... Okay, let's leave this subject totally for a while -- but I want to leave you with one thought -- okay?"
"Different strokes for different folks..."
"Huh! Right! You know, even your friend Rick thinks I'm a cow..."
"Yeah, and he's chasing Teela, who looks a LOT like a skeleton -- or a cadaver! MY point is made, here!" Lon retorted.
Sally giggled in spite of herself. "What's THAT all about?"
Lon shook his head, "I have NO idea! Trust me!"
Sally grinned and let Lon lead her to the pool's edge, "Whatever it is, it's working, too! Teela's a mess right now. He's all over her like a coat of paint any time she goes after him -- and I guess they've been necking and stuff..."
"I'd have thought she would be totally bullet-proof," Lon mused. The pair sat on the pool edge and dangled their legs in the water.
"I probably shouldn't say anything..." Sally said cautiously. "If you tell Rick..."
"They can get in enough trouble on their own," Lon assured her.
"Well, I'm worried," Sally confided. "Teela, well, she's had it hard. Her momma is dead, and her daddy doesn't understand girls -- and doesn't try any too hard. So sure, she puts up a wall -- but it's like an egg -- she's soft behind it. Rick, well, seems to just go right through..."
Lon nodded. "I'm not surprised. Rick's not known for his charm, or anything, but it seems like every time they're together, she goes after him about something and he uses some sort of mental jiu-jitsu on her. Even he doesn't know how..."
Sally sighed. "To continue the egg simile, I'm afraid he's gonna crack her and scramble her."
"I'm not," Lon replied. "What you haven't heard is his end. He's all strung out on her. I heard they're already making out and stuff, too. He was going to ask her out to his house today..."
"Oh?" This was news! "So, it's... mutual?"
Lon shrugged. "Seems to be. You heard about the run-in at the movies the other day, right?"
"Well, by the time that was over, I guess they were pretty well wrapped up in one another. Rick's decided she's his soul-mate or something..."
"Yeah. Want to swim a bit?"
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