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 A FUN KIND OF GIRL 6

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   Author's Notes: A FUN KIND OF GIRL is the third book of the Gold Club
Series.  Book Three is the story of Ed Morgan, a young man who idolizes his
older brother Jack.  Jack teaches him about sex and sexuality and about the
fun kind of girls.  (Mm+/f, Mm+/Ff+, Mm, mF, MF, cons, anal, oral, light
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   A FUN KIND OF GIRL (Gold Club Book 3) By Art Martn

   CHAPTER 6



   The next several months were easy for me.  Joey's uncle had deposited
thousands of dollars into a bank account he had set up for me.  I saw the
Delvacourts, once, twice, sometimes three times a week.  Not every weekend
was spent with them as they traveled quite frequently, and seeing that Mom
was spending more and more weekends with Aunt Jean and Uncle Bob, I still
had plenty of time and opportunity to party with my buddies and our girls.

   It also afforded me plenty of time to star in several fuck-videos.  The
plots varied, but a common theme was gang rape.  Of course no one actually
got raped, but Jamie or one of our other girls sure put on a good show. 
Another popular theme was Jack and me screwing each other.  Incest sold a
lot of video.

   Because of my sexual activities, the Delvacourts insisted on weekly
testing for VD so that if I did catch something, I wouldn't give it to
them. I guess I was lucky, as I never tested positive for anything other
than a yeast infection.

   Even though Mr.  D was paying CJ for my services, I always found a crisp
hundred-dollar bill or two in the pocket of my pants after leaving Delmar
Manor.  The Delvacourt's treated me kindly, and if I ever mentioned I
needed something, it would always appear as if by magic.  I mentioned that
I wanted to get a CD player for my room.  Two days later UPS delivers a
really good one to the door.  I needed to rent a tuxedo for the end of the
year ninth grade school dance.  A tailor appears and custom makes one for
me, complete with real patent leather shoes.  I had to be careful what I
said or asked for.  I was sure that Mom was growing suspicious of the
lavish gifts.

   By midsummer, Mom had finished several canvases of me and of Jack.  CJ
came to the house one day and caught her home alone.  He explained that he
knew that she was an artist and had heard through Jack about the paintings.
He went on to explain that he had several wealthy clients who were serious
collectors of fine contemporary art.

   At first she refused, but he offered her a thousand dollars if she would
consign one to him for six-weeks.  He would try to find a buyer.  At the
end of six weeks, he would submit any bids he had received.  She could
accept a bid and sell the painting.  He would get a twenty five percent
commission, his usual commission he explained was fifty percent.

   If she decided not to sell, he would return the painting and she could
keep the thousand-dollar deposit, with no further obligation to him.  Mom
hesitated.  She anguished over the offer for several days.  Then her car
broke down and she needed to pay for repairs.  She asked me to contact
Joey's uncle.  I thought she had figured out what I had been doing and I
was in a near panic.

   CJ reassured me that it was about his offer.  I didn't know a thing
about it and was at once relieved and concerned for Mom.  She took pride in
her work.  It was for her and not anyone else.  To have someone reject her
work as unworthy might hurt her badly.

   I needn't have worried.  I reported to work next week at Delmar Manor
and found it hanging prominently in the dining room.  There I was, sprawled
out on a flowing maroon velvet blanket with a hard on.  In the lower right
hand corner was a red Hibiscus in full bloom.  In the upper left was a
female silhouette with a male symbol.  The little arrow was penetrating her
crotch.

   "Remarkable isn't it." Sylvia was suddenly standing next to me.  "I just
love the colors she's used, and it's so detailed.  You don't see this much
effort anymore.  The symbolism of the blooming flower, she's so right. 
This is breathtakingly masterful.  And look at you, you're beautiful."

   "You really like it?"

   "God yes, Eddie!  I would buy this even if I didn't know the model.  But
I do know the model and I can assure you that I must have it.  She must
accept my bid.  She just must!"

   At the end of the six-week period, Mom nearly fainted when she saw the
bid, ten thousand dollars, with the proviso that the buyer had the
opportunity to view and bid on her other finished pieces.  Mom anguished
over her decision.  I suggested that she retain all rights to make copies
from the original.  She really only wanted one copy, for herself, but she
knew what I said made good business sense.  She countered and the
Delvacourts readily agreed.

   In a few weeks the Delvacourts were displaying several other of my
mother's pieces, and not just the nudes of Jack and me, but her stunning
floral studies as well.  We couldn't know it then, but in a few short
years, Mom would be somewhat famous for her florals in art circles, and the
demand for prints of her work would soar.  At Sylvia's suggestion, she quit
the department store to devote her time to her work.  Mr.  D made her an
employee of his insurance company, so that even though she only drew a
nominal salary, we had full health and dental insurance benefits.  She was
grateful to her benefactors.  The only problem was she was always home now,
and that greatly reduced my opportunities to entertain chicks at the house.


   Soon Jack was off to college and moved out.  He attended State U at
Rockford so he could continue working for Joey's uncle.  But, just before
school started, Joey's uncle suggested that Jack, Joey and I accompany him
to his old buddy's nudist camp where he had originally planned to film me
getting gangbanged.  The Delvacourt's were out of the country for a few
weeks in Argentina, fleeing the heat and enjoying the South American
winter. They wouldn't need me.

   "Hey, Sport, Crystal Springs is a really decadent place, totally
immoral!" Jack gushed.  "You'll love it!  Just walk around, find a woman on
a blanket and fuck her!  Then walk down the road and fuck another one. 
It's great!  If you want to do a guy, just go to Homo Haven and get after
it." Jack should know.  He had been there several times.

   CJ told me all about his buddy, Billy Ray Cavenaugh.  According to CJ,
Billy Ray inherited his family ranch and converted it into a wide-open
nudist-fuck club.  CJ thought that Billy Ray had it made.  Ever since he
opened he never paid for sex.  It was readily available to him for the
taking in an ever-changing supply of new flesh.

   CJ told me about their reformatory days, after which it was years before
he heard of Billy Ray Cavanaugh again.  Then in the early Seventies he saw
an article in the Madison Register about the death of Billy Ray's mother
and his stepfather in a freak accident.  He wrote to Billy Ray but he
didn't hear back from him.  Then two years later, Billy Ray was in the news
again, this time in a court case where Billy Ray successfully sued the
Torrence County Sheriff's Office.

   Billy Ray had converted the Cavanaugh Ranch into the Crystal Springs
Nudist Resort.  Sheriff Williams was determined to shut it down.  He raided
the resort several times and made arrests for public indecency.  The gist
of the lawsuit was that the sheriff harassed and infringed upon Billy Ray's
and the resort patron's constitutional rights.  The court didn't buy into
the heath benefits of nudism, but it did declare that the resort was a
private club and that anyone who was a member of the club was a nudist and
would not be offended by the sight of a nude body, and therefore the
Sheriff had in fact infringed upon the constitutional rights of the club
and its members.

   The Sheriff raided the resort again under the pretence that children
were present, and made several arrests of mothers and fathers who had
brought their entire family to the resort.  Billy Ray sued Sheriff Williams
again, arguing that parental rights had been violated.  The court agreed
and ordered the sheriff to cease the harassment.  Nonetheless the sheriff
kept up his harassment and Billy Ray sued again.  The court held Sheriff
Williams in contempt of court, giving the sheriff a suspended sentence of
sixty days, but more importantly the court ordered that the sheriff could
not enter the property without a search warrant issued by the court.  The
harassment stopped and what happened at the resort was effectively beyond
the reach of local law enforcement.

   Mom was off visiting Aunt Jean and Uncle Bob again so getting away
wasn't a problem.  A job came up and Jack couldn't go.  He had to entertain
some rich divorcee that he described as both unattractive and unpleasant. I
was uncomfortable about going without Jack.  The problem was that I had
watched all the 'Tommy' tapes at the Delvacourts, and in every one, Joey
the Neanderthal, was doing that little kid.  Sometimes it wasn't just Joey.
It really bothered me how they were using that kid.  The worst of the
series had Tommy being fucked by a German Shepard; afterward Joey stood
over him and pissed on the kid.

   'Liberum Arbitrium et Libido' certainly didn't apply in his case.  I
remembered when I was eight.  I'd see Jack nude ever so often and thought
nothing of it.  At eight I had absolutely no sexual urges that I can
remember.  And as far as free will, I was sure that the kid had no say in
what was being done to him.  Jack told me that he refused to have anything
to do with the series.  He also told me the kid was provided to CJ by his
stepfather who was also an extra in several of the films.  Both CJ and Joey
gave me the creeps, but CJ was my boss and he knew that I was completely
available so I couldn't say no.

   We drove to Crystal Springs Saturday morning arriving around noon.  Once
we were there, CJ found his buddy Billy Ray and they went off to reminisce
or whatever.  I was stuck with hanging around with Joey.  We left our
clothes in the car, wearing only a pair of flip-flops to protect our feet.

   Wandering around the 'Family Campground', I found that it was just as
Jack had said.  There was sex in the air -- sounds, smells, and sights.  It
didn't take long before we found a lady sitting on her blanket.  Joey led
the way and introduced himself.  Shortly thereafter I was having
sloppy-seconds sex with her.  Her 'husband' offered us a beer after we
finished with her.

   At the next stop there were two women doing three men.  We watched and
waited our turn.  It was great!

   On about our forth stop, there was this older guy doing a lady
doggie-style.  They were facing away from us and mostly we had a view of
his hairy butt and back as he sawed away.  Joey stepped onto the blanket
and the man yielded to him.  Joey wasted no time mounting her, fucking her
as hard as he could, hurling verbal abuse at her.  She thrust her ass back
into him on each stroke.  She was urging him on lost in a swirling in a
vortex of lust, "Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me harder!"

   I was about to suggest to Joey that we double fuck the slut when I
looked up and saw that the man was starring at me, mouth agape.  He looked
familiar but it was one of those protracted moments when you unexpectedly
meet someone you know and can't readily connect name and face.  A woman
appeared next to him.  She looked a lot like my mother, but she wasn't.

   The woman put her hand to her mouth, as she screamed, "Oh, my god!" It
was Aunt Jean and Uncle Bob!

   "Eddie, what are doing here?" my aunt shrieked.

   Joey was changing positions, and put the woman he was fucking on her
back.  My eyes met hers in instant recognition.  "Mom?"

   "Oh, my god!  Oh, my god!  What are ..."

   "Shut up slut!" growled Joey as he skewered her again.

   I stood there in total shock as I watched Joey roughly fuck my mother
for what seemed like hours.  Finally (probably only after five minutes) I
walked away in shock.  I heard Joey gruffly tell her, "Hey, bitch!  I'm not
finished fucking you yet!" followed by my mother's voice, "Eddie!" Then
Joey snarled, "It's ass fucking time Mama!" Then my mom, "Oh, god!  Oh,
god! Oh.  Oh.  Oh.  Oh yes!  Yes!"

   I rambled about aimlessly, not paying any attention to where I was or
what was going on around me, until some really big guy with tattoos stopped
me and asked me if I wanted to have some fun with him and his brothers.  I
realized that I had wandered into the Homo Haven campground.  I told him
no, and beat a hasty retreat out the area.

   I wandered up to a group of houses that served as resort headquarters. I
turned a corner and ran smack into CJ and the owner, Billy Ray.  They had a
young, tit-less Mexican girl with them.  She had rivulets of cum streaming
down her thighs.  Billy Ray asked me if I wanted to party with her while
they watched.  I declined and excused myself, heading off in yet another
arbitrary direction.

   I passed the horse stables.  I had never ridden a horse before and
stopped to look at the animals.  A nude Mexican stable boy asked me if I
wanted to go riding.  I wisely said 'no thanks' and walked on, eventually
stumbling across the main springs and swimming area.  The place was
gorgeous, with crystal clear water backing up to rock cliffs.  I decided to
take a swim.  The cool water took my breath away and brought me to my
senses.

   Floating around on my back after a furious workout, I realized that Mom
was a fun kind of girl.  I never knew that.  How could I?  'Liberum
Arbitrium et Libido' certainly applied to her and I knew I had to accept
that fact unconditionally.  God knows.  She deserved to have some fun.

   I finished my swim and decided I needed to go talk with her, and to let
her know that everything was all right.  I tried to find the campsite, but
I couldn't remember which one it was.  I finally saw and recognized the
first woman Joey and I popped earlier.  I retraced my steps from campsite
to campsite until I finally found the one I was looking for.  It was
vacated.  I felt really bad now.  What was Mom thinking?  She must have
been in agony worried about what I thought about her.  I felt really bad
now, having spoiled her weekend.

   I found CJ's Black Cadillac and waited.  Joey showed up.

   "Hey, Sport!  Where have you been?  I never knew your mama was such a
slut!  You should have stuck around and got some of that!"

   I seethed with anger and resentment and almost lost it.  I clench my
fist, and was about to deck him when CJ arrived.

   "Uncle CJ!  You'll never guess who I fucked!"

   I swung at Joey and caught him off guard, landing a punch on his chin. I
hit him hard, but it served only to piss him off and the fight began.  CJ
managed to break it up but only after we had exhausted ourselves.  We were
both covered in blood, sweat, and dirt.  I thought I'd given a good showing
of myself until I realized that all the blood that was on us was all mine.

   "What the hell's wrong with you two!" CJ shouted in dismay and anger. 
He looked at me, a cut above my eye bleeding profusely, and my lip cut and
swelling.  "God damn it, Joey!  Look what you've done!"

   "He started it!  I guess the little fag didn't like me fucking his slut
of a mother!"

   I went after him again and wound up taking a blow to my nuts.  It hurt
so bad that I nearly passed out.  I guess CJ broke it up again as the blows
to my body ended while I was curled up in the dirt.  Once I recovered
enough to stand, CJ helped me to my feet and began walking me to the camp
doctors office.  Joey was gone.  About halfway there, Doc met us and helped
us to his office.  Joey was there, waiting.  He looked a mess.

   Doc took me in a shower and while CJ held me up, they bathed me. 
Cleaned up, Doc started to work, giving me four stitches above my right
eye, placing a cold compresses to my left eye and my aching balls.  Bruises
had already appeared across my chest, arms and legs, not to mention my
face.

   Joey got cleaned up.  We dressed and got in the car for the ride back to
Madison.  I sat in the front with CJ.  Joey sat behind me in the back with
Rosa, the little Mexican girl I saw with CJ and Billy Ray.

   Every so often during the trip home I would hear her softly cry out,
"Hmmmm!  Hmmmm!"

   I glanced back once and saw that Joey had his hand up her white
embroidered dress; her legs splayed to give him access.  Without being
told, I knew that CJ planned a 'Rosa' series.  'Libido' may have applied to
the girl but I doubted that 'Liberum Arbitrium' applied.

   I suddenly realized the depths of my growing disgust with Joey and his
uncle.  His uncle?  They looked so similar that CJ could easily be mistaken
for Joey's father, but that meant that CJ had impregnated his sister. 
Could that be possible?  I realized it was not only possible, but also
probable.  The man seemed to have no sense of morality whatsoever and Joey
was just like him.

   I was so glad and relieved to get out of that car and get away from Joey
and CJ.  The house was dark.  No one was at home.  I took another shower,
trying to cleanse myself, but I knew I was kidding myself.  I looked a mess
with my bruises and cuts, my face swollen.  I took a couple of Advil, toked
up on weed and went to bed.

   Mom woke me up the next morning around 10 AM.  "My god, Eddie, what
happened to you?"

   "I got into a fight with Joey."

   "What were you doing at Crystal Springs?"

   "CJ brought me with Joey."

   "That son of a bitch!"

   "It's okay Mom, I wanted to go."

   "I'm so sorry you did.  You must think very badly of me."

   "No, Mom.  I went there for sex.  I understand why you were there.  It's
okay.  It was a shock, but I realized that you have needs and desires just
like I do.  I can't blame you for acting on those passions.  I do, and I do
it without a moment's hesitation or regret."

   She started sobbing and then crying.  I can't stand it when a woman
cries.  Jamie gets to bawling for no reason sometimes and I never know what
to do.  I didn't know what to do now.  After several minutes the crying
subsided and she said sobbing, "I'm such slut!  I'm sorry darling, I didn't
mean to hurt you."

   She apparently didn't hear what I had said, so I started all over again.
"Liberum Arbitrium et Libido."

   "What?"

   "Liberum Arbitrium et Libido."

   "What's that mean?" she asked.

   "Sexual desire and free will.  You were simply acting on them.  You're
human Mom, and humans are very passionate animals.  It's okay with me.  Be
happy Mom, and live a little.  You deserve it."

   She hugged me and went her way.  We didn't talk anymore about it.  I
spent the next week or so, avoiding CJ.  Football practice was a struggle,
but I endured it.

   I looked lot better by the time the Delvacourts returned home.  Still I
looked a mess.  I didn't tell them exactly what happened, just that I had
gotten into a fight with someone bigger than me.  Sylvia insisted that I
see her plastic surgeon.  He said that there was nothing he could do right
now, but that the stitching job was expertly performed.  By and by I healed
without any lasting marks.

   A few weeks passed and one afternoon football practice was canceled.  I
went home early.  There was a car parked in the driveway that I didn't
recognize, a white Cadillac.  I had seen it a few times before in the past
weeks, driving away.  I figured Mom had a boyfriend over.  I thought about
not going in, but decided, what the hell?  I walked in the back door. 
There was that asshole Joey!  He was standing in the kitchen, drinking a
beer, stark naked.  Joey was taken by surprise as much as I was.

   "What are doing here?" he demanded, his eyes startled wide.

   "I live here asshole," I countered.  "What are you doing here?"

   "Fucking your slut mama!  You got a problem with that, Sport?" He made a
fist, crushing the half filled beer can, making a mess on the floor.

   "Fuck you, Joey!"

   "No, fuck your mama!  Go ahead.  Get in line.  She loves it!"

   He backed up defensively as I made my way past him.  I could hear the
sounds of sex coming from her bedroom.  The sound of bellies slapping
together, of leering men laughing and calling her 'slut' and her voice as
she cried out, "Fucking mercy, yes!  Oh fuck!  That feels sooooooo good! 
Oh god fuck meeeeeee!!!."

   "Go ahead, Sport.  Get in line and fuck her.  She'll love it!"

   I hated him.  He pushed me towards the door so that I could see in. 
"Come on Eddie.  It's okay.  Let's make of movie of you fucking her.  It'll
be a lifetime memento for you and your mama."

   CJ was fucking her missionary style.  He rolled over on to his back
pulling her on top.  Joey brushed past me and crawled up behind her,
putting his dick to her ass.  He looked up and grinned at me.  She looked
up and saw me.  Joey roughly rammed his dick into her already stretched
ass. "Please, easy," she began, "not so..mmmphh!" A third cock shoved into
her mouth cut her off.

   "Oh yeah bitch!  Suck my dick!  Milk it baby!" said the other man I knew
only as Stan.

   Lord, help me, but I was hard as a rock.  I turned away and went to the
kitchen and got a beer out the fridge.  Then I went to my room, lay down on
my bed and listened to the sounds of my mother being gangbanged in the next
room.  I was so hard it hurt and I was sorely tempted to join in, but I
whacked off instead.

   I lay there covered in my spunk, my dick limp in my hand.  Joey came to
my door.

   "What are doing?  Remember, you work for me and my uncle.  You're our
whore and she's our slut.  Now get in there and fuck her!  Come on faggot!
There's money to be made."

   I didn't answer him.  I simply rolled to one side and stared at the wall
while listening to her uncontrollable whines of ecstasy.  He laughed and
returned to her room.  I hated him so much.  Eventually the house grew
silent.

   "Eddie?" Her soft voice penetrated my pain.  "Eddie?"

   "Yeah, Mom."

   "I'm sorry baby.  I just got carried away."

   "It's okay Mom.  I understand."

   "You're so sweet.  CJ told me all about what you do with the
Delvacourts."

   "He told you that I'm a whore?"

   "He didn't say that.  Just don't judge me too harshly."

   "I don't judge you Mom.  I'm worried though."

   "You don't need to worry."

   "You don't understand, Mom.  I am a whore.  Joey and his Uncle CJ are
creeps.  Joey wants to make a movie of me fucking you.  That's what they
do. Make dirty movies.  I know them.  They want you to wallow in a sewer."

   "I'm not making any movies Eddie.  But what about the Delvacourts?  They
already have you.  What do they want from me?"

   "They're raunchy, that for sure, but they're also nice.  I like them
Mom."

   "Do they pay you well?"

   "Yes, ma'am.  They pay me very well.  But CJ and Joey.  Don't get
involved with them.  Please, I know them."

   "But you didn't tell me what the Delvacourts want from me."

   "They want you to paint.  They want you to become famous.  They want to
be your patron."

   Next day I went to Delmar Manor and had a heart to heart talk with Mr. D
and Sylvia.  Mr.  D informed me that he was very suspicious after I was
beaten up, and he talked with CJ.  CJ was very upfront and told him
everything.  Mr.  D went on to explain that he made a monetary offer and
that CJ had accepted and was releasing me.  If I wanted I could continue
working for them.  He would simply pay me directly.  Then he sent James to
fetch my mother.

   The beauty of the grounds, the grandeur of the house, and the
graciousness of Bryan and Sylvia Delvacourt overwhelmed Mom.  Sylvia
proudly showed her around the house, concentrating on her art collection.
Mom was stunned to see all the paintings she had sold, being prominently
displayed.  Sylvia explained that there were almost enough originals to
have a show in New York, and once there were enough, that she was going to
arrange it.  They talked for hours.

   "You really think I'm good?" asked Mom.

   "Yes, dear, you really are very good.  If you will let me, I will help
you become famous.  You know, your florals will be in very high demand if
we introduce your work correctly.  The showstopper of course will be the
nudes of your sons.  It will be sensational!  It would be absolutely
scandalous, but in art, that's what sells.  There won't be too much demand
for the nudes, but they'll get a lot of attention.  You know, you need some
female nudes too.  I know!  I want you to paint me!  I've never posed nude
before and I need to do it before I begin to really show my age!"

   Sylvia continued, "Eddie tells me you use your living room as your
studio."

   "Yes, and it really is difficult.  Lighting is terrible."

   "Why don't you find another place?  Someplace that is suitable for your
needs."

   "I've thought of that.  Actually I was considering moving next door to
my sister and her husband.  There's a big old house next door that's been
for sale since the beginning of summer.  Upstairs is a very large room with
skylights and windows on all four sides.  The lighting is superb!"

   "Then why don't you buy it dear?"

   "Well, it's in Everton, and I'd have to sell my old house."

   "Everton?  My gracious!  It's not that far, but it would be difficult
for us to see Eddie."

   "No, I guess that wouldn't work."

   "Yes, it can!  I'll buy the house in Everton and then lease it back to
you, for say $100 per month.  But Eddie must be able to visit us on the
weekends.  You can get rid of your old house and invest the equity."

   As always, Sylvia got what she wanted.  Mom decided to take a financial
position in my continuing to be the Delvacourts boy-whore by agreeing to
the generous offer on the Everton house.  Next thing I knew we were moving
to Everton, next door to Uncle Bob and Aunt Jean.  Everton was about an
hour and a half from Madison.

   At first Uncle Bob and Aunt Jean seemed embarrassed.  If they all wanted
to play adult games that was cool with me, 'Liberum Arbitrium et Libido'. I
told them at the dinner table, "If ya'll want to have sex together, go
ahead, and have fun." I also told them how I was employed.

   Uncle Bob laughed and wanted to know if I'd blow him for a quarter. 
After I declined, he asked "Which of you girls want to play hide the
sausage tonight?" Aunt Jean feigning shock playfully hit him and he grabbed
her tit.  "Maybe Eddie will fuck you for a quarter.  How about it Eddie?"
Aunt Jean turned red.

   I had a lot of adjustments to make.  I'd known, or thought I knew Uncle
Bob and Aunt Jean all my life, and all of sudden they became very different
people, very relaxed and somewhat vulgar.

   Also, I was now the new kid at school, an outsider.  I was torn away
from all my friends and the girls I knew.  I never really realized how much
I depended on them.  But I knew the move was good for Mom and that's all
that really mattered to me.

   Hardcore sex was still a delicate subject between Mom and me.  We knew
what each other did but didn't press for details.  I resolved to let her be
herself, and she let me be myself, but I was concerned that there would be
problems.  Actually it worked out pretty good.  Mom drove me to Madison
every Friday and James drove me back on Sunday.  That freed her up on the
weekends to do whatever she wanted to do with Uncle Bob and Aunt Jean and
their circle of friends.

   For me, Everton was a drag at first.  I was too late to get on the
football team so I really had nothing to do but study every afternoon.  I
didn't know anyone, and the cliques were impossible to penetrate.  For the
first time I appreciated how Jamie and Cindy felt when they first started
at Madison Jr.  High.  I sure missed Jamie, Cindy, Jenny, Della, Terresa,
and Lacy, all fun girls.  I struck a deal with Mr.  D, that on the weekends
that he and Sylvia were out of town, I could invite the girls to Delmar
Manor for an evening of fun.  After I told him about the parties I used to
have at my old house, he suggested that I invite them over some weekend
when they were in town.  He loved Jamie!

   Things got easier when I was old enough to get my drivers license and
Mr. D bought me a red Corvette.  That car turned a lot of heads at Everton
High.  I was suddenly very cool and the girls were dying to drop their
drawers for me.  Turned out that there were quite a few of the fun kind of
girls in Everton.  Of course my weekends were solidly booked, but my
weekdays were generally open.  I got pretty bold with Mom when I simply
started to bring girls home after school and taking them to my room for an
hour or two before taking them home.  She never said a word, except maybe
to criticize their hairstyle or sleazy dress.

   All in all it was great life for a high school kid.  My bank account
(actually it was 95% a mutual fund portfolio) got unbelievably large.  The
one big draw back was that I hardly ever saw Jack.  By his junior year,
Jack stopped working for Joey's uncle so he could concentrate on getting
his degree in mechanical engineering.

   The year before I graduated from Everton High, Sylvia had her big show
of Mom's art in New York.  She was right; the nudes caused quite a buzz in
both art circles and the general public.  People flooded in to see the
exhibit.  She was right about the popularity of her floral paintings, as
the copies sold like hot cakes.  She didn't sell too many copies of the
nudes, but the ones she did commanded a high price.  She made it in the art
section of Newsweek and Time.  People Magazine did a spread on her and
compared her florals to Georgia O'Keffe.  Mom was suddenly famous.



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