Chapter 6

Back in Palmdale, things were not nearly as exciting as they were in Boston. Jake and Melissa went to school and enjoyed the occasional evening with Louisa. Neither Jake nor Melissa could believe the sexual appetite of their new bed-fellow. She was not as frantic in her lovemaking as Tigger, but her slower pace gave her more staying power. Louisa never left the big bed until both her lovers were thoroughly spent. Jake tried to get Louisa together with the twins - to spread the passion around a bit -- but Louisa steadfastly refused. She said Jake and Melissa were the only lovers she wanted.

On Sunday, July 31^st, Melissa took a rare day off from work. She, Jake, and Louisa took Anita to the beach. Anita was romping at the waters edge with the women while Jake went to get them drinks. Jake was standing in line at the concession truck when he noticed a tiny little blonde in an even tinier bikini. The girl looked to be about twelve or thirteen; she had a cute little ass and small perky breasts. Something about the way she was standing there with her hair in pig tails and her hip thrust out caught his attention. Although she looked like a pedophile's wet dream, her eyes and demeanor somehow belied her looks. Jake walked up to her and stuck out his hand.

"Hi, I'm Jake Turner. I'm a teenager and you're not, what gives?"

The girl looked up in astonishment then put her finger to her lips to keep him from saying anything else. She grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the concession before saying anything.

"You caught me," she said, her voice a captivating contralto. "My name is Dawn Diamond. I'm just having a little fun with the dirty old men. Give me two minutes and I'll come back and talk to you, my observant teen."

Dawn walked back up to the concession truck; Jake followed unobtrusively behind her.

As he watched, she sidled up to a middle-aged man standing in line and took his arm, "Buy me a Coke; will you, Mister? I don't have any money."

The man gulped and nodded an emphatic yes; Dawn continued to rub her breasts on his arm as they waited in line. Jake watched in amazement as Dawn's nipples pushed out against the fabric of her swim suit. "Her breasts must be all nipple", Jake thought, "And at least an inch long". Puffies, he had heard them called although this was his first time in either life to meet the real deal. Jake's dick started to harden in his Baggies, he thanked goodness he had worn a restraining jock or his Pinocchio prong would be a tripping hazard. The pair reached the front of the line and the man bought Dawn her coke. Dawn rubbed herself against the man's body and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks, Mister," she chirped in a totally convincing little girl's voice.

Dawn skipped back to where Jake stood.

She giggled and said, "I just love doing that; it makes me soooo hot."

Jake laughed with her, "I, and everyone else, can tell," he said, looking pointedly down at her protruding nipples.

Dawn looked down, then pulled her shoulder back to make her bumps even more prominent.

"I must have the most sensitive nipples on the planet. I designed this bathing suit to highlight them. Does it do the trick?"

"You designed that suit?" Jake asked.

"Yep, this one and about thirty more. That's the real reason why I'm here. I am trying to sell my beachwear line to some local surf shops. The trips a bust; so I guess I'll head back to California and come up with a Plan B."

Jake had one of his flashes of inspiration, "Don't be too hasty there, Bullet; I have someone I'd like you to meet."

"Bullet?" she asked.

"Yeah, those things stick out like a matched pair of.50 caliber machine gun rounds; so I'm nick-naming you Bullet."

Dawn gave Jake her little girl giggle.

"I like it, Daddy," she said, giving Jake some tat-for-tit in nicknames.

Jake introduced Dawn to Melissa and outlined his recently inspired surf shop idea. Both women signed on to it immediately. When Jake said they would sell the bathing suit tops and bottoms as separates, Melissa gave him a big kiss. He had said the one thing that convinced her it was a great idea. Because her beautiful Rubenesque ass was slightly out of proportion with the rest of her body, Melissa had always had a problem buying bikinis which fit.

Melissa put the Thornton acquisition team to work looking for properties the next day. With typical Jake luck, they found two beachside souvenir shops for sale. TnT bought both shops, complete with inventory, for a very good price.

The diminutive Dawn Diamond turned out to actually be twenty-three years old with an MBA from UCLA. She and Melissa worked out a partnership agreement where Dawn ran the surf shops and the shops carried her beachwear exclusively. By September 1^st 'Maui Jake's Surf Shops' featuring 'Diamond Pointe Swimwear' were in full operation. Word quickly spread about the innovative beach wear and its mix-and-match size policy. The places were mobbed for the Labor Day holiday. Of course, Jake had suggested a line of men's surfing gear to Dawn and that drew in the guys as well. The clothing manufacturer in North Carolina had worked furiously throughout August and they still sold out of clothing in two days.

Dawn grew the business rapidly and, within two years, Maui Jake's were scattered up and down the east coast of Florida. In five years, they were coast to coast and overseas as well. If it had a beach, it had a Maui Jake's. A lot of businessmen and distributors were occasionally nonplussed that a woman who looked and dressed as if she were thirteen ran an operation like Maui Jake's. Dawn was unconcerned about all that. After all, what good was life without joy, and teasing men brought her great joy.

Of course there was one man who got more than just teased, one lucky stiff that got to exercise those super sensitive nipples about anytime he wanted, and one fortunate fellow who sampled that tiny little pussy on a regular basis. Yep, old Jake would playact at picking Dawn up and ravishing her while she pretended to be still in Junior High. Just by Jake talking about what he wanted to do to her body made Dawn's panties so juicy they would have stuck to a Teflon ceiling.

Dawn moved in with them at the ranch. She took the suite in the east wing using the sitting room as an evening office to design her swimwear. Mitzi made space for her at TnT where she not only worked on Maui Jake's, but also threw in on any project that she could help with. She and Mitzi became good friends, two smart go-getters given the authority to get things done.

For Jake and Melissa, time accelerated; Melissa especially had a full plate. School, the ranch, and a growing business empire kept her hopping. That was why Dawn was a godsend; the kinky little blonde was focused like a laser beam when it came to business. Leave it to Jake to pick up someone that smart, then figure out something for her to do that would make TnT oodles of money. Of course, it would not have been Jake if he had not helped Dawn find herself. He provided the safe outlet for her kinky side; hell, he even encouraged her when he could be there to watch out for her.

The Stetson trimester ended August the 11^th, Jake and Melissa were glad to get the break. Normal classes would start on September 5^th, they were planning to carry just as big a course load, but their class sessions would be shorter. Melissa threw herself into work; both TnT and Thornton Development had a lot of irons in the fire. Jake threw himself into Andrew Wiggins' reelection campaign and getting laid. He had some catching up to do with Rebecca and Tigger especially.

Erika and Nina called Jake and Melissa every few days to tell them of their adventures in Boston. On the Wednesday after Stetson let out, Erika called and had a long talk with Melissa. After the call, Melissa said that Jake needed to go to Boston and check a few things out. Erika was homesick and missing them but Melissa had too much to do to go herself. Jake agreed and booked a flight for Friday the 18^th. The twins got permission to stay the weekend so Melissa would not be at all lonely in the big bed. Ramon and Louisa were going to be in Kissimmee for the weekend at a horse auction so Carmen and Anita were going to stay in the main house as well.

Jake spent Thursday morning with Rebecca Doane at her house. Katie was there also, looking as if she were going to deliver her baby any minute; although she insisted she was not due for another whole week. LaMonte was out of town arranging the paperback rights for Rebecca's latest best seller; he was scheduled to return the next day. He was not leaving town again until after the baby was born. Rebecca was quickly becoming famous as an author. Her third book was completed and waiting for her publisher to release it. Prerelease sales were already making it look like the book would be another best seller. On this particular Thursday, however, writing was the last thing on Rebecca's mind. Rebecca, as the song goes, was in the mood for love. Jake had the same agenda, so they spent a couple of sweet hours in Rebecca's king-sized bed.

About eleven, he buzzed over to the Turner house to visit Helen. Helen had called him yesterday and asked him to drop by for a little family talk. Jake imagined she wanted to talk about her desire to get pregnant, a topic that he found slightly squicklish. Jake had no qualms about satisfying Vickie and Katie's urge to procreate but he had serious reservations about doing the deed with Helen. As it turned out, the conversation did not touch on getting pregnant; it was worse.

"Jacob, your father is working himself to death. Did you know he was at the doctor's office last week with chest pains?" Helen dropped on him without preamble.

"What! Why didn't you call me? How is he? For that matter, where is he?"

"He is at work, of course, he is infuriatingly stubborn. He took two days off, said he was fine, then went right back to work. I'm worried about him, he made me promise not to tell anyone but I couldn't keep it to myself any longer."

Jake took her in his arms as she started to cry. If it was bad enough to make Helen break down like this, it was serious indeed. Jake left after calming Helen down and headed straight for Turner Furniture. Jake's mind was in turmoil, Charles Turner was about the finest man he had ever met. Jake had pushed the expansion of Turner Furniture; now the plan seemed to be pushing Charles towards an early grave. Jake, of all people, should have anticipated this and headed it off before it became a problem. Charles was still running the day to day activities of Turner Furniture and Appliance, preparing for the Grand Opening of the Tampa store, working on opening the two stores under construction, and planning the start of three more. It was way too much for one man.

Gail Martin, Charles' secretary, gave Jake a big hug and ushered him right into Charles' office. She had been on the verge of calling Jake herself to try to get Charles to slow down.

Charles rose from behind his desk and gave Jake a hug. They both sat down as Jake gave Charles the once-over. It had been only a couple of weeks since he had seen Charles, yet it appeared as if his Dad had aged ten years. Charles looked wan and drawn, his thinish red-blonde hair sprinkled with a lot more gray.

"So what brings you down here, son; got a new idea for us?" Charles asked with forced joviality.

"Actually I do, Dad; I was thinking that we need to hire a Chief Operating Officer to give you a hand. The business is growing too large for you, or anyone, to run it solo."

"I was kinda hoping that you would fill that position, son," Charles said.

"Even if I was, that's gonna be years from now, and I think the need is immediate," Jake replied.

"You are right, of course, but it's hard for me to let go, I have a hard time believing that anyone could run this company as well as I can."

"That's the beauty of hiring a COO, Dad. You can still oversee everything, letting let them take care of the day-to-day operations. That's what Melissa does and it seems to work for her."

Charles reluctantly agreed that Jake was right. Jake further convinced him to let the Thornton Development Personnel Manager take care of assembling some candidates for Charles to interview.

Jake left and went back to talk to Helen again. Helen was very pleased that Charles had agreed to pass part of his burden to someone else. Helen went on to tell Jake that she was spending three or four days a week in the store now anyway because the decorating end of the business was really taking off. She would continue to try to slow Charles down until the new person was in place. That settled, Helen gave Jake a smoldering kiss of thanks. There were still worries about Charles' health for them, but at least they had a plan to ease the strain on him. Helen even agreed to stop bugging his dad about getting her pregnant -- for the time being.

Jake's next stop was at TnT; he had promised Dawn he would take her to the mall that afternoon. Dawn was waiting for him in her office, at work she dressed like the young professional woman she was. Dawn was beautiful in that Southern California blonde way that the Beach Boys raved about. She was a very small woman, barely five feet tall; she probably weighed ninety-five pounds after a big meal. She was much better built than she appeared to be at the beach. Jake thought it strange that, while most women buy clothes to enhance their bosoms, Dawn designed swimsuits to hide hers - except for the bullets.

Dawn had a large beach bag with her when Jake picked her up. He drove her to Liz's bungalow where she ducked into the bathroom with the bag. Twenty minutes later, she walked out looking for all the world like a twelve year old girl. Jake was always amazed by Dawn's transformations. He was also amused that, unlike 99 percent of the women in the world, she took offher make up to look younger. Dawn was wearing a short plaid skirt, a white blouse, knee-sox, and saddle shoes. Her outfit was demure and sweet, her face fresh scrubbed, and her blonde hair in ponytails with pink bows.

By two o'clock, they were at the mall. Jake sat on a bench near the central fountain watching her shop. She had the act, as well as the look, down pat. Right now, Jake was watching Dawn try on shoes; she had the guy trying to help her sweating as if he had stolen something - he probably had, in his lurid mind. The man was slipping a loafer on her foot trying not to be blatant about looking up her skirt. Dawn was sitting there trying not to be blatant about letting him. It was a mutually satisfying arrangement as far as Jake could discern. Jake watched her in two shoe stores and a boutique, laying it on for males and females alike.

Jake did not have a problem with Dawn's little kink; it was innocent enough. He did worry about her doing it when he was not around, though. There were men who would take liberties far past what she was willing to offer. Dawn told him that she did it in public places just to avoid such situations. In addition, she made sure she was very careful leaving to keep from being jumped. She said she really loved him going with her; it made her feel safe. Coincidentally, Dawn also got hot when she was putting on her act. As her escort, Jake reaped the rewards.

Dawn did not just like to strut her stuff in public, she loved semi-public sex. Before they left the mall, her little flowery panties were in Jakes pocket and her essence on his finger. He had gotten her off in a darkened corner of the arcade, crammed into the instant photo booth. He had the pictures in his other pocket to prove it. Dawn returned the favor, giving him a fantastic hummer as they drove back to the bungalow to change. Jake was the only person she shared her predilection with.

Back at the bungalow, Jake got to play the defiler, stripping off the rest of her clothes and going down on her. Dawn would come buckets as he played the seducer of young virgins. She carried the act to the hilt, stepping out of character only to cum. Dawn's hairless little snatch was accommodatingly roomy; Louisa was twice as big, but twice as tight. But Dawn was a skillful lover with excellent internal muscle control; making love to her was by no means a chore.

Jake and Dawn were back at the house at ten till six. Dawn even helped set the table for another of Mrs. Lopez's wonderful dinners. Tonight she had fixed Jake all his favorites as a going away present. She knew that he would be gone for only a few days, but she used anything as an occasion to spoil him. Mrs. Lopez was still at the ranch; her husband was working late and had not picked her up yet. Jake gave her a hug and praised the meal.

"What am I going to do in Boston, Senora Lopez, without your cooking?" Jake asked her in Spanish.

Mrs. Lopez replied that every mother of an eligible daughter would be fighting for the chance to cook for him, once the found out he was in town.

Louisa stayed with Jake and Melissa while her folks took baby Anita home. Jake decided that the two women were intent on draining him before he went to Boston. In the east wing of the house, Faith and Hope were playing cards with Dawn. Dawn was the little sister the precocious pair never had. Tonight, the twins were trying to get Dawn naked playing strip poker. Dawn immediately saw through the ploy but went along with it anyway. She loved palling around with the twins and acting like she was their age. It was something she did not have the opportunity to do when she was really their age. She was the only daughter of rich older parents who had always kept her very close to home.

Friday morning, Jake boarded a Delta flight out of Daytona bound for Atlanta. He caught a connecting flight straight to Boston, arriving at Logan at three-twenty. It took a little over an hour to get out of the airport and over to the Sullivan's house.

Mrs. Sullivan answered the door when Jake knocked. She smilingly told him he was expected and to come right in. Mr. Sullivan was puttering around in his basement work shop; he came upstairs when his wife called. The two men shook hands.

"So you are Nina's brother," Kevin Sullivan said.

"Adopted brother," Jake corrected. "Although Nina is as close to me as my natural sisters."

"Well, she and Erica are wonderful young ladies and they both speak highly of you," Maureen Sullivan said.

Maureen fixed Jake a glass of lemonade then Kevin took him to the basement to show him the cedar chest he was making for his wife. Kevin had a well equipped work shop and he was a first class woodworker. Jake spent a pleasant hour with Kevin, drinking lemonade while admiring Kevin's craftsmanship.

At five-thirty, Nina and Erika bounded down the stairs, kissed Kevin on the cheek, and smothered Jake in hugs. They were both talking at once, jabbering about how happy they were to see him. Jake was telling them the feeling was mutual when Maureen called down that dinner would be ready in fifteen minutes. The girls scampered up the stairs to help her while Jake and Kevin tidied up the shop.

Maureen had baked a big beef roast with all the fixings. Nina and Erika had told her that Jake could put away the chow, so she had prepared enough for a platoon. Jake did put a major dent in the piles of food, complimenting Maureen with each helping he demolished. After dinner, Nina said that they were expected at the Murphys' at seven-thirty. Everyone, it seemed, wanted to meet the 'brother' that Nina raved about. Jake was looking forward to meeting the Murphys himself; Erika and Nina talked about them all the time on the phone.

The three young people made it to the Murphy's right on time. Nina made the introductions; Jake had to focus to keep track of all the faces and names. Both Seans gave him a firm hand shake; Michael was a little more reserved. Mary kissed him on the cheek, while Claudia and Nina blushed when he complimented them all on their beauty. Jenni watched him appraisingly, glancing between him and the still blushing Claudia. Larry shook his hand firmly but at least did not try to crush his hand. Geez, that Larry was a big boy and he could not be over nineteen yet. Jake chuckled to himself at the moon-eyed way Larry looked at Jenni; Big Larry was definitely in serious love.

"Turner sounds like an English name, Jacob me boy; tell me it ain't so," Sean said, putting on an Irish brogue.

"Scottish, I believe sir, but my mother is Irish. My grandfather was from Boston in fact; his name was Elliot Buckley."

Sean looked startled at that but Mary's reaction was over the top. Mary crossed herself and yelped 'saints protect us'. When everyone looked at her questioningly, she blushed so red her face matched her hair.

"Sorry, but I had an uncle named Elliott Buckley, my mother's older brother. For some reason he left for New York twenty-five years ago. He was killed in the Korean War. I remember he had a daughter my age named Helen."

Jake was dumbfounded, this was either a mind boggling coincidence or something was at work here beyond anyone's comprehension. Jake clung to the coincidence notion; it was a lot easier to swallow than being a pawn in some bizarre cosmic game.

"My mother's name is Helen and my grandfather died in Korea. I guess that makes us related," Jake said.

Mary gave Jake another hug and said, "I can see the Buckley male in you just like I see it my boys. You are the spitting image of Uncle Elliott."

Nina was as amazed about the turn of events as Jake. She saw it as one more confirmation of the extraordinariness of Jake Turner. She believed now, more than ever, that God had put Jake here in this time to right the world from the self-destructive path it had been on. He was Saint Jacob. After all, her church had a rich history of saints that were put on Earth to perform some type of miracle. It was not farfetched for her to believe that Jake was another of them.

But what about her, why was she here? She really did not share Jake's desire to change everything, although she was being inextricably drawn into his plans. Nina crossed herself and put such thoughts aside. Better to focus on Sean Patrick. Just thinking his name caused her to shiver one more time.

Jake chatted with Sean and Mary for awhile longer. That he was Irish, or at least half Irish, made him just ducky with Sean. For Mary he was family from her mother's side, something that there were very few of. Jake suggested that all the teens go out for awhile and asked where they could go. Jenni suggested the bowling alley, an idea that quickly found a consensus. They paired up: Jake and Claudia, Jenni and Larry, Nina and Sean Patrick, and Erika and Michael. Jake noticed how quickly Nina and Erika pushed him towards Claudia. Not that he was complaining mind you; she was a beauty, although she seemed almost terminally shy.

Jake and Claudia shared the back seat of Larry's '57 Chevy. Even the big Chevy was cramped in the back seat; Larry had the seat so far back there were scant inches of foot room. Jenni quickly lost her reserved demeanor as soon as they were out of her parent's sight. She slid across the seat so close to Larry she was almost in his lap. Jake did not want to speculate what was going on in the front seat as Larry squirmed and Jenni giggled.

Jake started drawing tight-lipped Claudia into conversation as soon as they were on the road. At first, she answered him in monosyllables, but Jake soon had her fully engaged in the conversation. He even got her to laugh a few times, something that amazed her sister Jenni. Claudia was the most serious person she ever hoped to know; Jenni had not heard Claudia laugh this much in forever. By the time they arrived at the bowling alley, Claudia was thoroughly enjoying a boy's company for the first time in five years.

You see, Claudia had not been born with a preference for women, quit the contrary. What, or rather who, had changed her outlook was Billy McGuire and some of his friends. Billy was sixteen at the time and a real dreamboat. Claudia had snuck out with Billy a few times for some hot make out sessions. She was another heir of the Buckley libido and Billy had her as hot as a firecracker in the back seat of his father's car. Billy felt her up and she even jacked him off, but she was determined not to go any farther. That all changed when Billy snuck her out of the house of a friend she was spending the night with. Billy took her to a party at the house of one of his friends whose parents were out of town. Billy talked her into drinking some vodka, took her virginity while she was drunk, then shared her almost comatose body with his friends.

Since then, Claudia had been scared and repulsed by boys and men. She was also deeply ashamed that she had actually climaxed several times during her ordeal. In her mind, she was a tainted slut. With her souped up sex drive, Claudia turned to the only outlet available, her own fingers. At a sleep over at Doreen Flanagan's house, Doreen's older sister had shown her an alternative that made masturbation passé. Now she felt like more of a slut than ever, and a deviant slut at that. All this, Claudia eventually confessed to Jake as they sat at a table watching the others bowling.

Claudia did not have a clue why she was spilling her guts to a perfect stranger. She just knew that Jake was the person to finally unburden herself on. Jake listened to her story without comment, occasionally soothing her so she could continue. When she was finished, Jake took her hand and kissed it; he thanked her for trusting him enough to tell him her secrets. Jake told her that she was a normal healthy woman, not some pervert. He also reminded her that being taken against her will was the truly bad thing with Billy and company, not her body's response to it. Jake went on to tell her that she was probably bisexual; something he was finding not that uncommon in women. Claudia mulled this new information over; she believed every word he said for some reason, something unbelievable in itself.

About eleven-thirty, the keglers had finished up on the lanes. Nina triumphantly proclaimed herself the bowling champion because she had actually broken the hundred pin barrier twice. It was then that the two groups parted ways; Sean was taking his bunch to an all night diner. Larry said he and the Murphy sisters would show Jake the town and drop him off at the Sullivans'.

Larry had been cruising around for about fifteen minutes when, out of the blue, Claudia asked him to take them to the beach. Jake thought it was an odd request; after all, they knew he lived fifteen miles from the 'World's Most Famous Beach'. His attitude changed completely when Larry took them to what was obviously a make-out spot. They slid to a stop in a deserted parking lot at the edge of a pier. Claudia opened the door and grabbed Jake's hand.

"Come on, Jake; take me for a walk," she said.

Claudia led Jake up the wooden stairs of the pier; they ducked under a chain across the entrance of the pier. Jake mentioned the sign that said 'closed for business' hanging on the chain. Claudia laughed and told him that was meant to keep fisherman off the pier after hours. They walked to the end of the long pier and looked out at the ocean, Jake with his arm around Claudia, her with her head on his chest. When Claudia tilted her head up, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to kiss her. Jake did not know what other talents Claudia possessed but she was a great kisser. He did not know how long their lips were fused together; he did know that it could have continued all night as far as he was concerned. Finally, Claudia reluctantly broke the kiss and looked up at his face.

"I figure we are fourth or fifth cousins, Jake. Do you think that makes this incest?" she asked.

"Gee, I don't know Claudia, I guess, 'relatively' speaking, it is."

Claudia started laughing so hard she had tears running down her cheeks. She kept punching Jake then cracking up again. Claudia finally got herself under control and threw her arms around his neck.

"In that case, my young country cousin, I guess I'll just have to corrupt you some more," she said.

Then she spot welded her lips to his as if she never meant to let go. Claudia stiffened when Jake reached up and palmed her breast, then she sighed, relaxed, and kissed him harder. Jake was thrilled with the substantial rack Miss Claudia was hiding under her baggy sweater. He was thrilled even more when she let him explore them to his hearts content. Claudia's breathing was labored when she pushed herself away from him. She held him at arms length again looking into his eyes.

"Jake, this is incredibly wonderful, but I am getting way too excited. I need to think about this some before we go any further. We are breaking ground that I thought I'd never even stand on again."

Jake told her he understood -- then took her hand as they walked back to the car. They make plenty of noise as they came down the steps of the pier to alert Larry and Jenni of their return. It appeared that it was good thing they had, judging from the frantic scrambling around they could see. Larry looked abashed as Claudia and Jake crawled into the back of the Chevy. Jenni however, just smiled lazily as she absently rearranged her clothes and fluffed her hair. Jake decided that the Murphy women were just about the lustiest bunch he had ever met. Jake also realized that Larry was one of the good guys. The Marines were definitely getting one of the good men they were looking for with Larry Flynn.

Jake and Claudia kissed and cuddled all the way home. Jenni was totally blown away that her stick in the mud older sister was in the backseat making out. She kept nudging Larry every time she heard a noise back there. Damn, Jenni wished it was not so close to her curfew; she was getting excited again from her sister's adventure. Larry pulled up to the Sullivans' at one in the morning; Sean's car was already parked on the street out front. Larry's headlights illuminated two sets of heads doing some serious kissing.

Erika and Nina got out of Sean's car when Jake got out of Larry's. All three leaned in a window and kissed their dates good night. Jake, Nina and Erika stood on the side walk in wonder as the two cars sped away. Holding hands, they walked up the side stairs to the girls' apartment. Each had secured a date for tomorrow. All three were looking forward to some more Murphy magic.

Joe J

Chapter 7