Chapter 9

Toby headed out with Mark and Jiang Yi after that, dropping Mark first, then taking Jiang Yi to Frank's. Teela provided a key so Jiang Yi didn't have to sit on the steps until the bars closed -- which is what she figured she was going to end up doing. She went in and sat around for a while, fussed and cleaned, then went to bed -- and went to sleep watching TV there.

Frank had wandered out to get a burger, then gone drinking -- but it wasn't the same. Drinking was a great way to treat loneliness and horniness; you got drunk and shit faded away and you couldn't fuck anyway, so it didn't matter. But what happened when a woman came into your life? Frank wasn't lonely. He didn't have to drink to stifle the urge to stick his dick in something, either -- shit, all he had to do was roll over... As for his drinking buddies -- homely as she was, Jiang Yi had THEM beat all to shit! And there was nothing like being sober to make him realize that some of them couldn't string three words together in a sentence without using 'fuck' or some other cuss word as a noun or a verb or an adjective -- or maybe an adverb. Digger Fox for instance: "God damn, I went down to the god damned liquor store to buy some god damned beer and I'll be god damned if the god damned shit didn't cost god damn near nine god damned dollars! It's a god damned shame!"

"Where you been, anyway?" Mort Lynch squinted at Frank. "Ain't seen you in days!"

"Been tied up," Frank grunted. "Woman trouble."

"Whazzat? A woman? Where the fuck you get a woman?"

"Opened the door the other day, and there she stood, carryin' take-out," Frank related.

"Huh! Cain't cook, huh?" Mort chuckled. "Can she fuck at least?"

"She does a fair job," Frank allowed.

Backbones stiffened all along the bar. "Whazzat? You're fuckin'?"

Frank picked his teeth. "Pretty regular."

"What's she god damn look like?" Digger asked.

"Fuckin' homely as they come. Flat-faced gook bitch," Frank related. "Built like a fuckin' refrigerator. I'd be ashamed to have to show her to anybody."

"No shit? But you're fuckin..."

"Hey, I don't have to leave the lights on! I could throw a bag over her head, but it interferes with blow jobs," Frank grunted.

"Does she yammer a lot?" Mort asked. "Mine... Seemed like all she did was talk. That shit's okay when you're fuckin', but when they JUST talk..." He shook his head.

"Yeah, she gets all nasal -- sounds like an angry fuckin' wasp," Frank related. "I give her one upside the head and she settles down, though."

Digger laughed. "I'd goddamn give a goddamn six-pack of goddamn beer to goddamn see THAT! I goddamn sure would!"

Mort squinted at Frank. "So how bad is the trouble?"

"Well, she's got this daughter..."

"Oh, GOD DAMN!"

"Between her and her young 'un and mine, I got three over bleedin' age runnin' around havin' PMS and shit..."

"God damn! PMS!"

"It's three to one, so I figured it was time to hit the door and have a drink..."

"God damn! I guess! Three god damned women!" Digger was headed for a coronary.

Mort rubbed his face. "So how bad is it?"

Frank rubbed his razor stubble and thought about it. "Huh. It ain't, now that I think about it. Pussy's good. Oh, and she CAN cook -- works in a restaurant..." Frank pondered for a moment more, then got up off the stool. "Goin' home, boys. See you later."

Mort watched him go. "Women."

"Goddamn," Digger agreed.

There were lights on he hadn't left on -- and the TV was on in the bedroom. Frank stuck his head in the door; Jiang Yi was sitting up in a nightie, snoring like a buzz saw, the TV remote on the bedspread beside her hand. "What the fuck you doin'?" Frank demanded.

"Wha?" Jiang Yi snorted awake and tried to open bleary eyes.

"Get outta that nightshirt -- I might want to play with them dugs of yours while I wet my dick!" Frank ordered.

"Um, yes, Frank!" The nightie went over Jiang Yi's head.

Frank started climbing out of his clothes. "So, how many dicks did ya get stuck in ya tonight? More'n half a dozen? Did you wash out your twat?"

"Um, none, Frank. They left me alone."

"Better sense than I got," Frank grumbled. He climbed into bed. "I told the boys fairy stories about how goddamned wonderful you are -- roll over here and make one or two of 'em resemble the fuckin' truth! All I wanna hear until my balls drain is suckin' noises..." He grabbed a big double handful of her hair, but did nothing with it; silly bitch could suck chrome off a trailer hitch WITHOUT him getting in the way... Life was too fucking good; tomorrow, somebody was gonna drop a piano on his ass or some damned thing... "Jeezus! Yeah! Swallow that motherfucker! Swing your big ass around here so I can stick a couple of fingers in the big sloppy cunt of yours..." Yeah, life was good; Frank stuck two fingers in Jiang Yi and settled back to enjoy the ever-increasing pleasure of her efforts to suck a nut out of him like sucking a milkshake through a soda straw...

Jiang Yi, her nose in his pubes while his fingers pumped in her pussy, was as happy as a pig in shit.

Others weren't so lucky. During the day, Fernando Reyes had been shifted to the nearest Federal facility to await trial. The FBI and the SEC had badgered him for hours about where his money was -- and if THEY couldn't find it, he DAMNED SURE couldn't! The secret organization Marta had apparently joined had outwitted him thoroughly; no doubt THEY had every dime of his hard-won gains! Now he was here, in jail, being hung out to dry while they laughed... His lawyer told him that they had been to the house and found all of his records and both safes and they had enough evidence to throw him UNDER the jail for about thirteen consecutive life sentences -- but they might lighten up if he gave back the money... And he didn't know where a dime of it was! They had related general information about a dozen financial transactions that he had PLANNED, but never executed -- and they wanted to know where it all went. He guessed -- wrong -- and that just pissed them off!

Now, he was trying to settle down for the night -- and discovering the domestic situation required by his new roommate...

The guy was black and bald and six feet four and obviously spent half of every day in the gym. The guards referred to him as 'Trainer.' Over the last few hours, Trainer hadn't said two words to Fernando, and Fernando liked it that way; he couldn't see anything good coming out of a conversation.

For the record, he was right.

Trainer announced himself by looking up from the paperback he'd been reading basically ever since Fernando was let into the cell. "Come here, fat boy."

Fernando bristled; Trainer just looked at him until Fernando melted into a puddle on the floor and oozed into his immediate presence. "Yes?"

Trainer seemed to have eyes like a rattlesnake; Fernando expected them to have vertical slits in the pupils. He eyed Fernando without blinking for what seemed to be a week before grunting in a gravelly voice, "So. You're the new bitch."

"I'm nobody's bitch!" Fernando replied -- but instead of sounding tough and masculine, it came out as a squeak.

Trainer still hadn't blinked. "You coulda fooled me. You got a dick under that fat?"

"Y--yes!"

"I bet." Suddenly Trainer had shark's teeth. "Yeah, that's it -- a bet! I bet mine's twice as long as yours! I bet you have a big clit! What do ya think? Loser blows the winner -- you're up for that, right? RIGHT? I thought so!"

Fernando was shaking his head, but Trainer apparently didn't give a shit anyway. "No, thanks..."

"I thought you wasn't a bitch. You sound more like a bitch every minute. I was giving you the benefit of the doubt -- a chance to prove you have balls -- but I get 'No thanks...' -- just like a bitch." Trainer quoted Fernando in this whiney little voice...

Fernando was as good as fucked -- and he knew it. The only question seemed to be which road to Hell he was going to take... "Okay. I'll bet," he said tentatively. "Twice as long, right?"

"Do I hafta spot you an inch?"

"Uhh..."

"Jeezus." Trainer shook his head. "Twice as long. Shake on it?"

Stupidly, Fernando stuck out his hand -- and Trainer proceeded to crush it. Fernando yelped, agonized, and was instantly covered in pain sweat. "Not much of a handshake," Trainer rumbled, releasing his hand. "Oh, well. Whip it out..."

Fernando nervously unzipped his coverall and reached inside to free his package. He wasn't EVEN hard; fear had him shrunken to a stub. Trainer leaned down and squinted. "That's it? You need a minute to get it going?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Well, hurry up. Looks like a clit to me." Trainer got up and unzipped his coverall and started shucking out of it. His cock popped free, half-hard, already longer than Fernando's best hard-on by an inch or so. He was all solid ebony muscle -- and the one between his legs matched everything else. He stepped out of the pant legs and stood there nonchalantly, totally naked. "Need help?" Trainer shoveled his big hand under Fernando's to cup his balls. "You need to get out of the sleeves of that jumpsuit -- the crotch is cutting into you..."

"Uh, right..." Fernando started rolling the shoulders of his coverall off and pulling his hands from the sleeves.

That left Trainer with his hand full of Fernando's balls. "Huh," he grunted, leaning down to look at Fernando's modest package. "Maybe I can get it goin'." He started jacking the shaft with two fingers. Humiliated, Fernando nonetheless started erecting between them. Trainer looked down at Fernando's cock, then back up at him. "You seen this lately?"

"Y--yes."

"Then you know."

"Know what?"

"It's a clit. In the first place, there's the size -- if it was a dick it would be pitiful. In the second place, it likes boys." Trainer looked back up at Fernando. "So..." He wrapped his thumb and first finger around the base of Fernando's scrotum, removing the other hand. "What does that make you?"

"I--I..."

Fernando didn't see the open handed slap coming -- but he saw stars! He fell over and Trainer nearly ripped his balls off, too! He huddled, clutching them, gasping while Trainer ranted, "That makes you a big, fat, lying bitch! That's what it makes you! Shit, you've even got titties!" He reached out to wring a nipple, causing Fernando to whine in pain. "THIS is a dick!" he declared, waggling his meat in front of Fernando. It was almost hard -- and almost ten and a half inches. "It's even got a name! I call it 'Ass Kisser' -- got any idea why?" He leered at Fernando and slapped his cheek with the heavy prod. "Open up, bitch -- you owe me a blow job!" He grabbed Fernando by an ear and muscled him into a kneeling position as if he were a store dummy that weighed ten pounds. "Suck, bitch!"

Fernando's re-education betrayed him; he opened his mouth and went to work sucking like the expert he was. Trainer recognized what was going on immediately. "You ARE a bitch! You're a fucking slut! Wouldn't you fucking know it!" He took Fernando's other ear in his other hand and started pumping his long, dark shank deep, going for the throat.

"So, what's your REAL name? Fern? Nanny? Fanny -- yeah, Fanny. You're Fanny, bitch. MY Fanny, until I say otherwise. Suck, Fanny. You shave off that fucking toothbrush on your upper lip, Fanny -- I like my bitches smooth..."

"Gluk! Gluk! Gluk! Gluk!" was all Fernando could get out. Trainer's cock was gagging him with every stroke!

"You know why they call me Trainer, Fanny? Because I train all the new bitches! Not that you'll need a lot, will ya? You'll be a fine little slut once we take some of that fat off ya..." Trainer chuckled, panting, and pulled Fernando's head lower in order to get a straighter shot down his throat. "Come here, Fanny," he directed, dragging Fernando over to the toilet in the corner of the cell. "Puke in there, when you have to. Show me what you've got..." With that he jammed his cock deep, dragging Fernando forward by his ears. Trainer's one-eyed snake popped through the opening of Fernando's throat and slid in, deep. "There you fucking go! I bet you've done this before -- or else it's a new record..." Trainer withdrew his cock -- and Fernando's lunch followed it. "Huh!" Trainer grunted. "Food just gets in the way when you're learning... Spit, slut! Now open your fucking mouth!" He jammed his cock back into Fernando's mouth. "Best slobber on it -- we'll be drillin' for oil again in a sec..."

It happened again and again. Trainer was brutal -- and relentless; Fernando had no options, physical OR mental. It was, literally, get better or die -- so Fernando got better. Finally, after an age, Trainer grunted, "Drink my cum, Bitch! Suck! Take my load!" and his thick cock bucked and pulsed in Fernando's mouth, filling it with his slimy seed. Trainer held Fernando's face in one hand and waved the other, "Don't you spill a fucking drop, Bitch!" Fernando swallowed obediently. "Now play with it -- make Ass Kisser happy!" Trainer directed. "Fuckin' lie to me and tell me you never sucked a dick!" Fernando's guilty look said it all; Trainer laughed. "Everybody knows you're a bitch, huh?"

It certainly seemed like it! Fernando couldn't escape the long line of people who considered him a substitute for a woman, rather than a man! They were everywhere!

Trainer, who was using Fernando's mouth gently, enjoying lip service on his glans, queried, "That fat ass of yours ain't cherry, either, is it, there, Fanny?" He read the answer in Fernando's eyes. "Yeah, I figured. Had any real dicks in there? Not kiddie stuff or clits like yours..." Fernando nodded. "Thought so. Well, life is gonna be easy -- my new bitch is already broken in..." He stood Fernando up and walked him to the toilet. "Take a shit. Get all nice and clean -- you don't want to be constipated when Ass Kisser finishes with you..." He leaned Fernando forward on the toilet and fed his thick meat back into his mouth. "Keep Ass Kisser happy, now..."

He was standing there, feeding Fernando his dick, when two guards -- who had been conspicuously absent to this point -- came by and put another inmate in the cell next door. "How's your new cellmate?" one of them chuckled.

"She's a slut!" Trainer replied. "For a carton of cigarettes, I'll let her ride your dick all day!"

The guard laughed. "Well, we'll have plenty of time..."

"Yeah? What did she do?" Trainer asked.

"Mostly white-collar shit -- embezzlement and such," the guard replied, "but she's also the type of big man who beats the shit out of the wife and kids."

"Well, we'll fix that!" Trainer laughed. "You'll be meek as a lamb, won't you, Fanny? That's all right -- just nod your head..." Trainer drove Fernando's throat onto his cock. "See?"

"Deep throat?" the guard laughed. "Must be a record!"

"Nah, she's a slut," Trainer replied. "Already broken in. I'm just tuning her up."

"Well, well! Easy street!" The guards, chuckling, left.

"You done with that shit?" Trainer asked. "Wipe. Make your pussy nice and clean, now..." He backed off while Fernando wiped and cleaned up and flushed the toilet. "Okay, hands and knees," Trainer directed. "Show me that slut pussy of yours. Go over and grab the bars. Say hi to Turnip. Turnip, this is Fanny, come to meet the neighbors."

The inmate in the next cell squatted in front of Fernando on the other side of the bars. "Hey, Fanny. Nice to meet ya. Do you fuck?"

"Sure, she fucks! Hey, Fanny -- look at this!" Trainer surfaced an object that looked a lot like a butt plug. "Made this out of soap -- you're gonna love it!" He proceeded to jam it up Fernando's ass -- none too gently.

Fernando grunted. It hurt -- but he'd had this kind of thing before. He relaxed and took in the shaped bar of soap.

"This'll slick you up for ol' Ass Kisser..." Trainer commented, while twisting and tugging the makeshift plug. "It ain't much, but add a little water and hey hey hey..." Trainer rubbed soap on his cock, "Not to mention that it'll make you all squeaky inside..." A moment later, the plug came out -- and Ass Kisser wedged himself at Fernando's sphincter and began to press for admittance. Fernando held onto the bars, grunting and sweating as the thick head of Trainer's cock penetrated his rectum -- but he'd done THAT before, too... More or less instinctively, he did what was necessary to facilitate things and Ass Kisser slid, inch by inch, into his colon.

"Yeah, I'm gonna long-stroke this shit before I'm done," Trainer grunted, "Yes I am. Fanny, do you know why we call Turnip Turnip? Because his cock turns up sharp at the end..." Turnip leered, lowering the zipper to his coverall. "It's harder to swallow, you know? Good practice. You suck Turnip while I ream your pussy, now, Fanny. Do a good job..." Trainer admonished.

Turnip came forward and reached through the bars to push Fernando's head against them and began feeding him his tilted six-inch-plus cock. "Swallow this, Fanny! Be neighborly!" Fernando held onto the bars and gagged and choked and swallowed and gasped and moaned and panted and took every inch of Ass Kisser, again and again and again...

He was in and out of consciousness, it seemed like; he popped awake with Trainer taking long strokes and an unmistakable taste in his mouth; Turnip was sitting on his bunk, milking his torqued erection and grinning. "Play with your clit, Fanny," Trainer panted, "I want to see you juice with my dick in you!" He remembered reaching for his cock, then things went away again.

Then he was lying on his back on the floor with Trainer standing over him, dripping shitty semen on his face. "You done good, Fanny. Clean your ass up and climb in the rack -- I got mine for tonight." Fernando crawled to the sink and the toilet and cleaned himself as best he could, then climbed into the bottom bunk.

Lying there in the bunk, though, he had dreams -- dreams of Trainer pounding his ass again and again, dreams of holding Turnip pressed against the bars while diving on his crooked meat, gagging and choking, then getting the hang of it and swallowing his cum while wiggling the tip of a finger in the skinny inmate's asshole. He had dreams of jacking off in time to Trainer's titanic thrusts -- and shooting his seed onto the floor in gouts while wailing and gasping in pleasure... Did it happen like that? Did it?

At Carpenter's, things were idling, awaiting the second wave of females. Toby sent Sally upstairs to report to Lon. Rick pulled Teela and Sonya out of the booth, waved, and headed out with them toward Sonya's, his intent being to drop Sonya off, then take Teela home. Teela had other plans... Tad and Candace were on the couch downstairs -- Pete and Tabitha were on the one in the living room, having finally vacated Candace's bedroom. Just about everywhere there were couples necking -- including the pool deck where Terence and Damian had taken Bonita and Alyssa so they didn't have to wear masks for a while.

Randy was wondering if he could find another load to drop in Miriam -- and whether it was a good idea to try. Miriam had been well-used over the last couple of days, and the limitation he'd set on her sight added a complication. Spending all night fucking a blind chick didn't seem fair, somehow.

Miriam wasn't losing by the deal; Randy had her back on the massage table -- this time on her back -- while his hands roamed every square inch of her body, touching, rubbing, caressing, tweaking... Miriam had gotten more male attention in the past forty-eight hours than in her entire life up to that point, possibly -- certainly since puberty -- and she was reveling in it. Her pussy was a little sore -- and would no doubt be a LOT sore if she got another fuck -- her lips were swollen and her throat hurt. The hood, silken though it was, was hot and trapped her hair against her face. None of it mattered; Miriam was in Heaven. Hands -- HIS hands! -- were touching her everywhere... When he was within reach, she could touch him back, but she wasn't to move too much. She had tantalizing tactile glimpses -- he was a little thick and chunky, for instance. So what? She wasn't a supermodel -- she was more like a St. Pauli Girl or a milkmaid. By now she was pretty sure he was black -- Momma would freak, but that was just tough... If and when he decided to reveal himself to her, no price would be too much for her to pay for the privilege.

That left Amy. Toby brought her out of the booth to sit on the exam table and crawled up beside her. "How's it going?"

"Good."

"What do you think?"

"It's all good, I think," Amy opined. "Nobody here is trouble -- at least nobody male. How's Miriam?" She'd obviously seen hard use...

"You'd be amazed," Toby whispered. "If you could see what I see..." He shook his head. "Randy will probably have to shoot her to put her out of her misery if he doesn't keep her. She's ecstatic."

"Randy's worried she won't be when she sees him."

"She's got a half-assed picture of him in her head now -- it's probably worse than the reality, although it's exaggerated in spots. She's pretty sure his dick is ten inches long."

Amy chuckled softly. "It's plenty big enough, I'm sure."

"Yeah, it is."

"Speaking of size, there's Rick. He's got this idea he is below average," Amy related.

Toby nodded. "Teela's working on it, but she's got issues. She wants him to take on Sonya, too."

"What does Sonya want?"

"She really doesn't know. Her mother pretty much soured her on males and she was headed for lipstick lesbian -- but sex with boys is good and her mom is suddenly smitten..." Toby chuckled.

Amy glanced around. "Can we go upstairs?"

"Sure. Why?"

"Alonzo..." Alonzo was conspicuously without female companionship. He'd organized it that way, but he was having second thoughts -- and Amy picked them up.

"Let's go." Toby hopped down off the table and took her hand.

In the stairwell, Amy stopped him. "I know I said I'd do whatever, but..."

"No need to explain."

Amy grimaced. "I should anyway. I'd more or less defined 'whatever' as sucking you."

"Oh." Toby briefly considered leaving with Amy, but he had other responsibilities and Amy wanted to meet the adults. "We'll think of something, I guess."

Upstairs, he stuck his head in the living room door -- and found Pete and Tabitha. They were watching TV, naked, Tabitha draped across Pete's lap. Pete was idly cupping one of Tabitha's breasts. "Oops!"

Pete looked up. "It's all cool." Tabitha turned to Toby and grinned from ear to ear.

"Mind if we grab the chair?" Toby asked.

"Go for it," Pete waved.

Toby settled into an armchair and pulled Amy onto his lap. "So..." he waved at Pete and Tabitha.

Pete shrugged. "First I ran out of cum, then we ran out of spit to swap. We're recharging." He chuckled. "She like to had a heart attack when I went back in there -- you'da thought I was Snoop Dog or something."

"Oh?" Toby looked amused; Amy could guess why.

"Yeah." Pete scratched his head. "Somehow I made her list of top ten hot dudes..." He looked down at himself. "Fucked if I know how."

Toby grinned. "That must be tough."

"Well, somebody's got to do it..." Pete grinned.

Toby turned his attention to Tabitha. "So, is his head swollen?"

"Uh uh," Tabitha beamed and squeezed Pete's hand to her breast.

Amy settled back against Toby. She was caught in her own trap, she realized; there were too many reasons why Toby made sense as a boyfriend. Primary among them was their shared abilities, obviously, but there was more to it than that. Clearly, she could -- and no doubt would, one way or another -- manipulate ANY other male. She knew enough to be cautious, but it was just going to happen, period -- and the result boiled down to the fact that she couldn't really respect anyone she could manipulate enough to want to be with them -- they would end up being a pet. Only Toby was immune. And only Toby could give her mental space. Granted, that meant that only Toby could conceal things from her, but just as clearly he had the integrity not to. Besides, he was kind of cute...

Toby's mental landscape was similar, but he'd gotten past the analysis days before. Now he was trying to prove himself -- something that was really hard if you were trying to practice chivalry with a naked girl on your lap in an atmosphere that reeked of sex. He wanted to shift his hand up from her waist to a puffy, pink-capped breast in the worst way...

Amy leaned back and breathed in his ear, "I think we need to practice making out so we're convincing, don't you?" Was it her message or her breath in his ear that gave him chills?

"Sure," he croaked, and turned his head. Amy tilted her head and engaged his lips and the tongue duel was on...

Once they got going, Amy's enjoyment was colored by her concerns. It was good -- great -- wonderful -- but... In a private setting, Amy could have used traditional means to control Toby's ardor -- but here, she was supposed to be available for ANYTHING, so if Toby went too far... Well, from some perspectives, there was no such thing -- but Amy's emotional baggage would open and spill all over the place if he forced her beyond what she was ready for. That left a problem or two. Toby was a guy -- and Amy had seen inside the heads of enough guys to know that they are simple, direct creatures that CAN generate and manage complex emotional situations, but generally don't, preferring to simplify the equations in broad sweeps and press for a solution -- ESPECIALLY where sex was concerned. If he got carried away, could she blame him? On the other hand, would she forgive him? Worst of all, the rules of the situation were such that she couldn't STOP him!

Toby sensed the lapses in her efforts. "Problem?"

"Well, no, but..."

"But?"

"There could be -- and I don't have any control over the situation."

Toby looked into her eyes. "You have to trust me." But he moved his hand -- deliberately -- upward toward her breast.

He stopped, though, after just communicating the move; Amy got the point. Toby was fully capable of controlling himself. "Fine." She put her hand below his and pushed it up until it was in contact with her left breast. She was being an idiot; either Toby would control things, or he wouldn't -- but if he was effectively letting her drive, she had no complaints coming -- besides, wasn't she going to give him a blowjob? She leaned back in for a kiss and settled down. Toby's hand felt wonderful on her breast, anyway...

Toby thought so, too.

Louise showed up at about eleven-thirty -- without Rico, who was off somewhere. She really couldn't complain -- it wasn't like she had a leash on him or anything -- but it was galling. Everyone was coupled up, too, except Alonzo -- but he was well-rested and familiar with her and things turned out better than anticipated.

Beth and Robert didn't show -- they decided to go home to Robert's, rather than doing the party thing; neither of them felt up to a lot of sex. Good sex was another thing altogether, but they could handle that without help.

Since the facilities were crowded, Damian and Terence took Bonita and Alyssa (who were officially on a sleepover as far as Bonita's parents were concerned) back home -- and up to their room. Single bunks were a little crowded, but somehow it just wasn't a hardship for either couple.

Tad chose to spend the night with Candace in her bed; Tabitha and Pete took the pull-out couch in the living room. Louise and Alonzo occupied the similar couch downstairs. Toby felt it was amazing that the women decided to take the boys home -- it seemed a little dangerous. But Amy said it would be all right... Only later did he backtrack on that thought process.

Toby took Miriam and Amy home -- without getting that blow job from Amy; they'd contented themselves with following Tabitha and Pete's example and necking and petting and feeling each other up until Randy showed up and asked Toby to take Miriam home -- and given the fact that Toby really didn't think Amy was ready for that quiet interlude of sex yet, he didn't press when they had rid themselves of the big, brown-haired girl, who rode home oozing a satisfaction palpable to Amy as well as Toby. When the time came, he merely took her to her house and stole a kiss, then drove away.

Amy didn't know whether to be grateful or miffed.

Randy took the van home. It would have been nice to have done the night with Miriam, but it was late and they'd both had plenty of sex. Making the big jump and revealing himself to her could wait. Fear of what her reaction would be hovered there in his mind, but it was all too good not to take the risk -- just not that night...