Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 3 -- Interventions
Part: 25 of 40
Universe: The Pact
Summary: The boys hatch a plan to energize the football team using their
excess feminine resources -- but they stumble onto something dark in the
process...
Content: mf oral F-dom rom ir

The Pact:  Episode 3 -- Interventions

Chapter 25

	Ten minutes later, Toby and Hank were over on the defensive line's
end of the bench.

	"You know, it's been a few days since we let anybody get anything
from the Booster Club," Hank said, loud enough to carry.  This got the
attention of several people -- including Vince and Eddie Ray.

	"Yeah, well..."

	Vince never liked being left out of anything -- but of course, he
couldn't appear to be interested.  "Probably nothin' we would be interested
in, anyway."

	"Yeah, well, we'd probably be hunting over here," Toby said, "But
we've kind of got a special project going and it's closed everything else
down."

	"Yeah, right.  You guys all coddle the offense," Eddie Ray piped up.

	"No, no, the plan is for equal time -- but we got sidetracked," Hank
insisted, "and we couldn't just ring you in on something like this..."

	Vince scowled.  "Like what?"

	Hank glanced around conspiratorially and waved Vince and Eddie Ray
over.  Vince glared around, making it clear that no one else was invited.
"We got our hands on this dude that beats up on his wife and kids and we're
trying to teach him a lesson.  But you know how it is -- nobody really wants
to get deep into that kind of thing."

	"So, what?  Dickhead needs an ass-whipping.  What's so hard?" Vince
asked.

	"We can't just kick the shit out of him," Toby related.  "Eventually,
we've got to turn him loose -- and we can't have him looking like a punching
bag -- or at least, not any worse than he already is.  We need something that
doesn't leave a lot of marks, but gets deep in his head."

	"Some kind of 'Deliverance' scene, maybe," Hank opined.

	"Fuck him?  Make him squeal like a pig?" Eddie Ray's eyes shone.

	"Yeah, something like that..." Hank made it seem that the idea was a
new one. "Who's gonna do that, though?  It might reflect..."

	"Not if it's for the purpose of makin' a point," Vince opined.
"Fuckin' somebody or stickin' your dick down his throat don't make you queer
-- it's takin' it."

	Toby rubbed his face.  "So teaching the guy a lesson isn't, like,
gay?"

	Vince grunted and shook his head.  "It's about why.  If it's fucking
for fun, that's one thing..."

	"Well, still, it doesn't mean we've got anyone available," Toby
sighed.

	"Well, hey -- you busy tonight, Eddie Ray?" Vince asked his partner
in crime.

	"Nope.  Too bad, too, it bein' a Friday night," Eddie Ray returned.

	"Why don't you pick us up out in the parking lot at, say, seven-
thirty, and we'll throw a party with this fucker as the guest of honor?"
Vince offered.

	"Are you sure?" Hank asked.

	"Lookin' forward to it."

	"Well all right, then!"  Hank glanced around.  "This is super hush-
hush, guys -- people could go to jail, you know?  We've got masks and
everything..."

	"Okay, cool," Vince agreed.  "We don't want to get thrown in jail.
It'll be our little secret."  He nodded at Eddie Ray and they moved off.
Hank and Toby could hear Eddie Ray whining, "Hey, what's this about if you're
on top you're not..."  Hank ducked his head and grinned.

	"Well, there's a night's entertainment..."

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	Louise and Beth arrived from work at three-thirty and Candace briefed
them.  It was decided that they would handle Marta first...

	"I hear you have questions," Louise took the lead.

	"What are you doing to Fernando?"

	"Teaching him not to beat up on women and children," Louise replied.

	"How?"

	"We're breaking down his ego," Louise replied.  "We're doing things
designed to belittle and humiliate him -- make him feel small, inadequate."

	"That was perhaps Fernando's original problem," Marta pointed out.

	"Well, he's overcompensating.  It's past time that he dealt with the
consequences," Louise replied.  "You and your son and daughter have to be
safe from him.  If we have to, we can provide an ongoing external threat.
You're safer though, if you participate, and he sees you as someone he has to
show respect."

	"I do not know if I can do that," Marta replied.  "The habits...  I
have always answered to him, not vice-versa."

	"You could be placed between him and us as his protector, but
gratitude is short-lived," Louise pointed out.  "If you rely on us, the
system could break down -- we can't guarantee your safety.  He could pull
some kind of trick..."  Louise sighed.  "The safest thing would be for you to
leave him."

	"Divorce is not an option," Marta began.

	"But you can choose to live apart," Beth interjected.  "What you
SHOULD do is turn him over to the police -- but I know you won't do that.
Unfortunately, he does, too."

	Louise sighed.  "All we can do is make the price too terrible to
contemplate -- and that might not last.  But it is what we're doing."

	"We may need more time," Candace pointed out.

	"If you do, I can provide it in the way you suggested," Marta
replied, "but I would rather not."

	Candace shrugged.  "It's your life.  And Maddie's.  And Pietro's."

	"I would like to go home soon," Marta said quietly.

	"You really can't until we're ready to turn him loose," Louise
pointed out.  "If we have to go beyond the weekend..."

	"Ah.  I understand."

	"I would rather that you didn't think of yourself as a prisoner, but
we need for you to stay out of sight and away from your house.  The best
place to do all of that is here.  We will do all we can to make you
comfortable here," Louise promised.

	"I am fine," Marta replied.  "Television would be nice."

	You can come out and use the one in the living room just about any
time," Candace told her, "but we've been using it to keep an eye on him
occasionally.  I can turn that off -- we don't let Pietro or Maddie see it."

	"Thank you," Marta said quietly.

	"Anything else?" Louise asked.

	"I would like to hear about specifics..."

	Louise bit her cheek.  "Spankings.  Some intervention in bathroom
functions..."

	"What?"

	"Enemas."

	"Ah."

	"Some sexual abuse.  We want him to knuckle under -- and for him to
see women getting even with him for wrongs done them.  We're trying to break
him down.  We could show you, if you like..."

	Marta shuddered.  "No, thank you."

	"Then we probably shouldn't describe much more."

	"All right."  Marta threw back the covers.  "I would like to go to
the TV room, if I may."

	"Certainly."  Louise led her out.  When she was settled, Beth headed
out and Candace and Louise discussed feeding Fernando.  "Oatmeal or something
-- and water.  That's it.  It shouldn't be fun to eat," Louise recommended.

	"I'll take care of it -- but I'll need help delivering it.  We need a
plan," Candace advised.

	"I'll come up with something."

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	Eventually, the narrow black woman and the narrow white woman brought
Fernando food; they put a spreader bar between his ankles and cuffed his
hands before him and ran a chain from a collar around his neck to the ceiling
-- and watched him eat.  Fernando was too busy eating to let it bother him
too much.  It was some pretty sticky oatmeal and not enough water -- but he
didn't let such considerations stop him.  He cleaned the bowl -- but he knew
better than to bother to ask for more.  When he was done, they stood him up
and bound his wrists together behind him and hooked them to the chain,
leaving him bent and stressed.

	There seemed to be a dozen people involved in making certain he was
miserable -- and they were doing a very good job of it!

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	Toby collected Bobby at about the same time.  Bobby felt bad -- he
knew that he was getting an excess of attention.  "You sure you want to do
this?" he asked.

	"You'll be doing me a favor," Toby replied.  "This one likes her sex;
this way we don't have to chase down somebody else to make her happy."

	"Well, okay."

	They got stopped at the house, however; Louise waved Toby down and
reminded him what was going on downstairs.  "The other side of that curtain
isn't private enough.  If Fernando makes some noise..."

	"Yeah."  Toby thought about it.  "I'll take them to our house.  Is Ma
here?"

	"She just left."

	"Okay, I'll call her."

	Tabitha was already downstairs, masked and naked.  Toby had to get
her into clothing and talk to his mother -- leaving Bobby to be restive in
his car.  Then there was trying to ensure that Tabitha didn't screw up the
situation...  When Toby showed up with Tabitha, Bobby said, "Man, this is a
lot of trouble, apparently.  Why don't we hold off?"

	"Hey!" Tabitha complained.

	"Oh -- sorry!" Bobby apologized.  "It just seems like this whole
thing is a lot of trouble!"

	"It'll be fine," Toby assured him.  Tabitha was disgruntled, but she
got into the back seat and tugged on Bobby from behind.

	"In the car?" Bobby complained.

	"No, my house.  But you might as well get to know one another," Toby
replied.

	"Um, yeah, okay."  Bobby got out and got in the back.  Tabitha went
for his fly immediately -- and would NOT take no for an answer!  Bobby
surrendered -- even to the point of dropping his jeans to his ankles -- and
Tabitha started making love to his erection with her mouth.

	When Bobby complained, Toby told him, "Since she's wearing a mask,
she has to keep her head down -- so she might as well play a little..."
Tabitha had meanwhile taken one of Bobby's hands and placed it on a bare
breast under her blouse.  That made it really hard to whine about things, all
told; Bobby settled back to enjoy Tabitha's somewhat aggressive attentions.

	Given that Tabitha knew what she was doing and had almost fifteen
minutes to do it, Bobby found himself spraying a fountain of semen into her
mouth in relatively short order.  After that, Tabitha seemed content to lay
with her head in his lap, lipping his erection and making soft sounds of
pleasure while he fondled her breasts.

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	Beth was out of sight -- she'd gone to bed so she could do the third
shift at the clubhouse -- but she knew what was going on.  Toby brought them
into the house and led them to his room, then went to watch TV while they got
it on.

	From his mental vantage point on Tabitha, the next half-hour or so
was highly satisfactory -- but then Tabitha seemed to enjoy sex with just
about anyone.  When the pair of them came out, both seemed to be in good
moods.  Toby took Tabitha back to Carpenter's so she could get rid of the
mask and then pointed the car in the direction of Bobby's place.  "Well?" he
asked, finally.

	Bobby grinned.  "If you were trying to prove to me that black girls
don't know how to fuck, you screwed up!  She was pretty damned good!"

	"I was trying to show you that your first wasn't necessarily anything
special," Toby replied.  "So, about the upholstery..."

	"She's a little overstuffed below and lacking above -- but it would
be pretty easy to overlook," Bobby replied, then he cocked his head.
"Tabitha Hart, right?"

	Toby sighed.  "Yeah.  How did she screw up?"

	"She didn't -- I think it was the ears."  Bobby settled back in his
seat.  "She's a little slow -- except when she's fucking.  She's pretty good
at that.  I couldn't really complain about the other girl, either, but..."

	"Well, I've got another black girl that's so close physically you
might not be able to tell the difference," Toby told him, "but maybe I'll
wait and see if I can turn up something close in another color."

	"I'm loving the sex, but it's not worth all this," Bobby told him.
"Either we'll get together or we won't -- stop killing yourself over it."

	"Okay," Toby sighed.  "See you Monday."  He let Bobby off and headed
back to Carpenter's.

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	People had generally cleared out, which was probably a good thing.
Hank was there, sitting on the couch with Maddie - and her mother -- watching
TV.  Louise was in the kitchen with Candace, who was grumbling about having
to wear a mask all the time.  Lon and Sally had apparently gone out in order
to avoid similar issues.  Toby caught up with the goings-on downstairs and
filled in some of the blanks Hank left when he told Candace that Vince and
Eddie Ray were coming.  "So he's going to get worked over again," Candace
chuckled.  "For the record, I think he's about toasted."

	"Good, maybe we won't have to mess with him much longer," Toby
grunted.

	"Yeah, that would be nice," Candace agreed.  She eyed Louise.  "Where
are your boys?"

	"Frankly, I don't know.  Damian is most likely home or at Alyssa's;
Terence is probably home," Louise replied.

	"He might not be," Toby interjected.  "I think I saw him with Clint
and Bonita and Brenda.  They were headed out somewhere, from the look of
things..."

	"Well it won't hurt him to be well away from this," Louise opined.
"And it's good that he's kind of settling in with his friends."

	Toby wondered if she had any idea how far that 'settling in' might
go...

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	It had all happened about noon -- Terence and Clint were up in the
bleachers munching sandwiches when Bonita appeared.  When asked where Brenda
was, she said, "Showering and changing.  She's done for the day."

	"Wish I was," Clint grumbled.

	"Soon, maybe," Terence muttered.  "Don't get too close, Nita -- I
stink right now."

	"It's man stink," Bonita smiled.  She settled next to him.  In a few
minutes, Brenda came out and climbed the seats.  "Hey."

	"Hey," the other three intoned.

	"What is this, a choir or something?" Brenda grinned.

	"We're tired -- only usin' one brain between us," Terence jibed,
"Bonita's."

	"Hey!"  Bonita whacked Terence on his shoulder pads, "Ouch!"

	"See?" Terence grinned.  Clint and Brenda burst out laughing.

	"Well, I'm done.  Now I get to go home and sweat," Brenda grumbled.
"Monday, we go back at it and Wednesday school starts.  You'd think they
would wait until after Labor Day..."

	"They plan for snow days," Clint told her.  "You get to pay in
advance for those mid-winter holidays..."

	"Shoveling snow is a holiday?" Brenda snorted.  "No thanks!"

	"We'll be done in a while," Terence said.  "Why don't you sweat here
while we finish and we'll get cleaned up then maybe we can go find somewhere
air-conditioned."

	"It's an idea," Brenda replied.  "But I'll probably need another
shower by the time you guys are ready -- and I don't have any more outfits
with me!"

	Terence shrugged.  "So go hang out in the showers!  What's the worst
that could happen?  Somebody might offer to lick you?"

	"Hey!" both girls erupted.  Terence laughed and hopped down a couple
of rows of seats to escape.  Clint, grinning, went with him.  Once out of
reach, Terence got serious.

	"I was serious about goin' out.  We could eat somewhere -- maybe hit
a movie.  Why don't you two see what's on?  Nita, you better call your mama
and get permission -- but you can say we're doubling, right?"  Terence's
glance shuttled between Clint and Brenda.

	"Yeah, you could say that," Clint allowed.

	"Yeah," Brenda nodded.

	"Okay, cool.  Let us know what's on when we get back," Terence told
them.  He and Clint turned away and headed off down the bleachers.  "Hey, I
didn't put you on the spot or anything, did I?"

	"Nah.  Brenda's all right," Clint grinned.  They headed out to the
field to check on Coach's plans for the afternoon.

	They took a while.  Martin let everyone go a little before three,
which meant it was three-thirty before the guys were out of the showers --
but the girls were waiting, anyway.  Everyone piled into Terence's car and
headed for the mall.

	While they could have seen a show that started in the four to five
timeframe, they went to the mall arcade instead, opting to wait until after
six.  Clint was deadly at shooting games and Terence at joystick-type games
-- and the girls were hilarious on the game where you mimic whatever pattern
of dance steps the machine came up with.  Bonita ran out of energy early so
Clint moved into the competition and did quite well.

	Finally, it was movie time.  Everything went well until it came time
to take seats -- then confusion set in.  Should the girls sit together?
Should the guys?  Eventually, they settled on boy - girl - boy - girl with
Terence between Bonita and Brenda and Clint on Brenda's right.  It worked --
sort of.  The girls tended to lean across Terence to whisper -- which let
Terence and Clint take the high road, talking and gesturing and making faces
above them.  Finally, Terence slid a hand under Bonita's blouse and hissed,
"Hey!"

	"Ooo!" Bonita yelped, then giggled.  "What?"

	"Keep it down!  I thought we were here for the movie!"

	"Then why is your hand in there?"

	"It got your attention, didn't it?"

	"What's going on?" Brenda hissed.

	"Terence says we're too loud..." Bonita whispered -- then Terence
tickled her, producing another snorting giggle.

	"What are you doing?" Brenda asked Terence.  Terence looked at Clint
and waved his arm, out of Brenda's sight.

	Clint got it.  He snaked a hand under Brenda's blouse.  Brenda
snapped around, wide-eyed -- and Clint's hand slid over the spiky tip of a
breast.  Clint made to remove it, but Brenda clamped her arm down, pinning
his against her.  "What's this?"

	"I was just going to tickle you," Clint said defensively.  "You two
are making a racket and disturbing people."

	"Oh."  Brenda let up on Clint's arm -- but clapped a hand over his,
pinning it to her breast.  "Okay."  She shifted back into her seat -- and
released Clint's hand -- but not without a significant look.  Clint got it --
the hand was welcome.  He shifted it down to her ribs but left it under the
blouse.  Brenda shifted closer to him in her seat, so Clint shifted hands and
draped an arm over her shoulder -- and his hand over her left breast.
Brenda, now very close, turned to him and whispered, "I'm gonna give you
forty-five minutes to stop that."

	Clint grinned; her expression was tough to make out, but he felt
pretty safe, from the sound of her voice.  She settled against him and rubbed
his forearm.

	Bonita leaned up to get Brenda's attention, but she wasn't looking.
"Terence, get Brenda."

	"No."

	"Why not?"

	"She's busy."

	"What?" Bonita leaned up and took in the other couple's positions.
"Oh."  She looked up at Terence.  "You can do that."

	"You're tellin' me something I don't know?"

	Bonita giggled softly.  "No, mi amor."  She settled against him, took
his hand, and guided it to her breast.  Things were quiet for the rest of the
movie.

	When the movie was over, Bonita held Terence's hand on the way out --
Brenda and Clint didn't do anything that demonstrative.  But when they were
in the hallway, Clint stopped Brenda.  "I was surprised you let me get away
with that."

	Brenda eyed him for a moment.  "Look, I won't chase you like Brenda
does Terence -- I don't think you would like it and I'm not sure I could do
it, anyway.  But I won't run, either.  We seem to get along okay -- so if it
feels good, do it.  If I don't like something, I'll let you know.  Besides,
aren't you in the group?  You don't even have to ask!"

	Clint grimaced.  "Let's say I DO have to ask, okay?  I'm not
comfortable with the whole ownership thing.  I can't figure out how it would
lead to a relationship."

	Brenda nodded, her expression serious.  "Okay, you have to ask.  But
I don't have to say no just for show, so I probably won't.  You're about the
third boy to ever lay hands on me -- and you're the first to give a shit how
I felt about it.  Well, I like it, okay?  I like YOU!  I like the feelings
you give me.  I enjoyed what you did back there -- and I hope you'll do it
again sometime!"

	"Uh, okay..." Clint was at a loss for words.

	"I hope I didn't scare you," Brenda said humbly.  "That wasn't the
point.  We're -- I dunno -- doing okay.  Easy, even.  Both of us have issues,
but they don't seem to involve each other, you know?  Let's just go with it."

	"Okay."  Clint nodded.  "I agree with you.  You don't set off my
bitch alarm.  I don't know what I do or don't do for you, but that's big with
me.  So, okay -- let's go."  He nodded at where Terence and Bonita had
stopped down the hall to look back at them.

	Brenda nodded and headed for the pair, and Clint followed.
"Everything okay?" Terence asked when they caught up.

	"Yeah, fine," Clint answered, putting a hand on Brenda's hip as he
stepped up beside her.  "Time to eat, I think."

	"Yeah."  Terence nodded.  "Food court?"

	"Uuh, no."  Suddenly, it was way too public for what Clint felt like
doing.  "Somewhere with booths."

	"Okay..."  From Terence's point of view, the date was starting to get
expensive -- but if Clint wanted a booth...  "Where?"

	It turned out that the mall had this combination family restaurant
and ice cream place with reasonable prices.  They settled into a back booth
and the girls hopped up to go to the Ladies' Room.  Terence eyed Clint.  "Why
here?"

	"Brenda and I are, I dunno, trying to get comfortable with one
another.  We wouldn't have gotten any further in the food court."  Clint
cocked his head.  "I'll pay."

	"Nah, it's okay."

	"Look, I asked for it -- and it's your gas, man."

	"Okay, cool."  Terence sat back.  "You looked pretty tight in the
movie."

	"Yeah."  Clint nodded.  "We went back and forth a couple of times and
I accidentally ended up with a nipple -- and Brenda said she was cool with
it.  But we haven't really negotiated things, you know?"

	"Is she bothering you?"

	"No.  That's the cool thing.  Nobody's pushing and nobody's pulling,
but we're ending up there, anyway."

	"Sounds cool."

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	In the Ladies', Bonita was asking her own questions.  "So, was Clint
feeling you up in the movie?"

	"Well, it was sort of accidental.  He was going to tickle me or
something but I moved.  Once it was done, though, I let it ride."

	"Why?"

	"You know why," Brenda shot back.  "I like my nipples played with.  I
like Clint.  So..."

	"So what were you guys talking about?"

	"He was worried that I might not like it but let him anyway.  He's so
skittish -- I have to be careful."

	"I'm surprised you let him."

	"Why?" Brenda cocked her head.  "You let Terence have anything he
wants."

	"I didn't think..."

	"What?"  Brenda frowned.  "I won't chase him like you do Terence --
but I like him.  If he decides that he likes me..."  She shrugged, glancing
around.  "I already know that I like how he fucks."

	"Um, you know he likes guys, right?  Or Terence, at least," Bonita
said carefully.

	"He doesn't act gay around me."

	"Well, he's not sure -- and you're the reason why," Bonita related,
"I guess he's had girls, but they all wanted something."

	"I want something, too," Brenda muttered.  "What have he and Terence
done?"

	"They've both been in the booths -- for each other.  They both know
it now, I think -- Terence said something.  At the time, whoever was outside
didn't know..."

	"So how are you dealing with this?"

	Bonita shrugged.  "We do each other.  Terence likes both, he thinks
-- but he doesn't have a lot of experience with guys.  Clint doesn't know.
He doesn't trust girls because his mother treats him bad -- he calls her 'The
Bitch.'  She leads guys on to get money from them and then dumps them.  He
was all set to be gay -- that's why he's skittish."

	"So, what are you saying?"

	"Does the Terence thing bother you?" Bonita asked.

	Brenda shrugged.  "Like you said -- we do it."

	Bonita nodded.  "I think you're doing the right thing.  If you chase
him, he'll run -- and this is the one race you can't catch him in.  Let him
make the moves."

	"I plan to -- but I already told him that."

	"That's probably good," Bonita told her.  "As long as you're honest
and don't press, he'll probably be fine."

	"That's the plan."  They headed out.

	The waitress returned soon after the girls, took their orders, and
left.  Clint sat back in the booth, looking around warily.  Terence and
Bonita were whispering to each other, apparently in their own little world.
Clint leaned over to Brenda and whispered, "What are we doing?"

	"Having a good time, I hope.  Waiting for dinner," Brenda replied.

	"I mean in general," Clint asked, eyeing the other pair.  "How far
are we going?"

	Brenda shrugged.  "Until one of us quits, I guess."

	"And when that happens?"

	"I'm hoping it won't be a problem.  You still like Terence, and I
still like Bonita.  If we get all mad at one another, it'll mess up our other
friendships.  I kind of like this foursome thing."

	"Should we just be friends?" Clint asked.

	"It's an option, but I'm willing to go farther than that if you are."

	"Most times, people don't want to be just friends after they've gone
farther," Clint pointed out.

	"If neither of us does anything stupid then we won't have to go
back," Brenda said, "And even if we do decide we shouldn't go that far, it'll
be okay if we just don't do anything unforgivable."

	"What if I...?" Clint began, then paused.

	"Decide it isn't working out?" Brenda finished for him.  "I'll try to
act like a grown-up.  What about you?  What if I decide it isn't happening?"

	"I'll be okay..." Clint whispered back.

	"Okay, then."  Brenda managed to look smug.  Clint rubbed his face;
her asking him what he would do put the shoe on the other foot for him and
reminded him that she wasn't chasing him around and looking for anything from
him -- or at least, she wasn't looking for the usual things.  Actually, when
he thought about it, she was GETTING the usual things -- like being seen out
with him -- but the difference was attitude.  She wasn't angling for it -- it
just was.  No doubt she was pleased about it -- but she wasn't taking
advantage of it by being loud or making herself highly visible or wheedling
him for things.  They were just together; Clint was instinctively certain
that if the two of them were somewhere totally private, Brenda wouldn't act
any different -- or if she did, she would probably be more approachable
instead of less.  He slid a hand along her ribs under her blouse; she slid a
hand under his shirt and rubbed his side.  Brenda was tall and narrow, but
there was tough muscle over her bones -- and Clint liked that.  In some ways,
she and Terence had things in common -- hard-muscled frames, a simple,
easygoing attitude...  Black was there, too, but they didn't seem to be
normal for black -- the attitude was different.  Clint relaxed -- and stayed
that way while they ate and talked and had a good time.

	It was Bonita who pushed things, wanting more from Terence.  "Can we
go somewhere quiet, mi amor, before you must take me home?  I want to feel
your arms around me -- I want you to love me."

	Terence grimaced.  "Nowhere to go.  The clubhouse is tied up with
that shit that's going down.  Your place is out.  Pa is probably home at mine
-- and even if he isn't, he could COME home."

	Clint wrinkled his nose.  "The Bitch is probably out -- but my house
is a pig sty; she doesn't clean and I've been at practice all week.  Brenda?"

	Brenda looked at the floor.  "My folks are probably home, too -- and
while they would probably be thrilled if I brought a guy home, they wouldn't
be thrilled to watch us making out."

	Terence pursed his lips.  "I'll call home."

	"Me, too," Clint offered.

	Terence called Damian.  "I'm goin' to Rain Man's to get Alyssa, then
to the clubhouse.  Mama's there until eleven and they're hooking up some kind
of show for that fucker in the basement, then I'm gonna drop a load in Alyssa
and one in Candace and go to sleep with one of Candace's tits in one hand and
one of Alyssa's in the other!"

	Terence chuckled.  "That's a plan.  Where's Pa?"

	"Out.  Drinking, I think."

	"I might bring Bonita home."

	"Use our room.  I'll be gone."

	"Thanks, Bro." Terence hung up.  "I guess we can use my place.
Damian and Mama are out until eleven at least, and Pa is out drinking."

	"What would your Pa do?" Clint asked.

	"Complain because he ain't getting any."

	Clint nodded.  "The Bitch is out -- but my place is nasty.  I really
don't want to leave that kind of impression, you know?"

	"My place, then," Terence sighed.  "We should be okay -- there ain't
nobody who would have a fit if they found us there."  He got up and waved.
"Let's go."

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