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 ï>¿The Trailer Park A Story in the Wynter/Trailer Park Universe by Wizard
CopyrightÂ(C) 2005 by Wizard

   Chapter 21

   I came out of the forest dragging the shovel.  I set it by the storage
and mentally thanked Mr.  Lansing for loaning it to me, especially since he
didn't know he had.

   I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand.  They felt red, stung by the
sweat that had dripped into them.  At least, I was sure that was all it
was.

   Looking out at the road in front of the trailer, I saw Tami walking. 
Just strolling actually.  Getting some exercise.

   That was all I needed today.  I decided to stay here until she'd gone
on.

   Then I changed my mind.  Whatever else had happened, she deserved to
know.

   I walked out onto the road and started moving up behind her.

   When I was about three steps behind her she heard my footsteps and
looked around.  "Oh, it's you." That pretty much summed up our relationship
the last couple of months.  "I don't want to..."

   "He's dead."

   "I said...  What?  Who's dead?" She stopped and stared at me.

   "The owl.  He's dead."

   Tami's face softened.  "I'm sorry." She stepped closer until we were
only a foot apart.  "I know how much you liked that owl."

   "Orville.  I named him Orville.  I don't know if he had a brother
Wilbur."

   "That's cute."

   I glared at her.  It wasn't supposed to be cute.  It was an homage.  "I
loved to watch him fly.  I wished he'd fly in the daylight when I could
have seen him better."

   Tami nodded, and we stood there, staring at each other in the middle of
the road.

   "Somebody shot him," I said and stepped past her and started walking
away.  I could feel her following but didn't turn around.  There was
nothing more to say.

   I'd found him this afternoon.  The blood was fresh enough that I knew it
happened today or last night, but there was nothing I could do.  I'd
borrowed Lansing's shovel from his shed and buried Orville by the side of
the creek.  I hoped the image in Jonathan Livingston Seagull was right, and
that Orville had moved up a level and was still flying.

   We walked in silence.  Then, just before we got to the pool, I heard
laughter.  As I passed the side of Alana's trailer, I saw Kenny sitting on
the back steps, a rifle between his legs.  He was pushing a cleaning rod
down the barrel and talking to Bobby.  I hadn't seen either of them since
that night with Alana and her friends a week ago.

   "...  shot it right between the eyes."

   "Shot what between the eyes?" I asked, turning toward him.

   "The big bird.  It was huge," Kenny said standing and laying the rifle
against the stairs, cleaning rod still in the barrel.

   "An owl?" I asked as I came up to him.

   "Yeah, two shots right between the eyes." Kenny made a pistol with his
thumb and forefinger, then dropped the imaginary hammer.

   I looked down at my feet.  "Actually, you got it in the left wing and
the stomach."

   "So?"

   I looked back up, and Kenny looked annoyed that I was ruining his story.
He balled his fist, whether in warning or reflex, I didn't know.

   "I'd guess you got the second shot while he was lying on the ground."

   "Why do you say that?"

   I reached around him and picked up the rifle.  "Single shot," I
explained examining it.

   Kenny reached for the gun.

   I smiled, then jerked the gun over my head by the barrel and smashed it
to the ground.  The receiver and buttstock shattered.

   Kenny stared wide-eyed.  "That was a birthday present.  You're going to
pay for that."

   I grinned.  "Tell your mom to send me a bill, right after she pays the
five thousand dollar fine for you shooting an owl on the endangered list."

   Kenny's face fell.  I don't think Orville was on the endangered list. 
He wasn't spotted or anything.  But Kenny wasn't bright enough to know
that.

   "You think you're a..."

   I never learned what I thought I was.  My fist smashed into his stomach
right about then, and he lost interest in talking.  My second fist smashed
into his nose and mouth a second later, and I was rewarded with a spray of
blood and, I think, a tooth.  Kenny fell backwards and sat on the ground
looking up at me, quivering.

   I stood over him, trying to tower as I looked down.  "If you ever hurt
another animal, I'll break you in half.  If you see me, you better go the
other way." I spat at his feet, turned and walked away.

   I cut up the path on the other side of the pool and headed toward the
front of the park.  It wasn't until I was crossing Elizabeth Taylor that I
realized Tami was still following me.  I ignored her and kept going.  I
crossed Annette Funicello and plopped down on the lawn in front of the
park.

   A second later, Tami sat down a couple of feet away.

   We sat there watching the traffic go by for several minutes.  Traffic
might be an overstatement.  Four cars, a pickup, and a farm tractor.

   "I used to be real proud of the fact that I had never hit anybody
first," I said, as much to myself as Tami.  "I've been in a few fights. 
What kid hasn't?  But I never ever threw the first punch."

   "That's good," Tami murmured.

   I turned my head and looked Tami in the eyes.  "Right now, I'm proud
that I creamed that little sadist."

   Tami gave me a half smile that I could read like a book.  She was saying
'Violence is never the way, but man did you nail that creep.' Conflicting
emotions can be great.  I turned and looked at the road again.

   I was tempted to give her Heinlein's lecture on violence never settling
anything.  I think it was in "Starship Troopers." Robert A.  had a way with
philosophy and could slip it into his stories so neatly that you never knew
you were getting a dose.

   But I stared at the road instead.

   "He deserved it," Tami said after a long time.  "I know it's never right
to hit anybody, but he deserved it."

   First thing we'd agreed on since May.

   I didn't know what to say, so I stayed quiet.  See?  I can be taught.

   It felt good sitting here with Tami, even though I knew it couldn't
last.

   Tami said something that I didn't catch.

   "What?" I asked without turning.

   "I said, I've missed you."

   "I..." I could feel my heart racing.  I wanted to jump on her and kiss
her and pick up where we left off.  But I knew it was that easy.  After a
long pause, "I've missed you, too," I said quietly, still facing the road
but not seeing anything.

   "What happened?" she asked.

   "Life just gets in the way some times."

   "That bitch, Paula..."

   I spun around and stared at her.  "Paula is not a bitch."

   "She..."

   "She helped me with my science homework the night you got mad.  Now
that's bitchy." I turned back to the road.

   "She, I, oh!  You should have told me."

   "And just when could I have done that?"

   "Oh."

   I turned and looked her in the eye again.

   Have you ever had one of those moments when you know you can get exactly
what you want by saying or doing something, but you know you wouldn't be
true to who you were if you didn't say something else instead?

   Here we were.  I could stop now and let Tami apologize for not letting
me explain.  Everything could go back to how it was before.  Happy ending.
Cut!  Print!  That's a wrap!

   Except I couldn't do that.

   "And just why should I have to?" I said.

   Tami's face clouded.

   "If you had asked what Paula and I had done that night, I would have
told you that it was between Paula and me.  And you still would have
thought she was fucking my brains out."

   Tami looked like she was ready to cry, and I couldn't bear to watch
that. I turned back to the road again.  "So I guess we're done."

   I expected Tami to leave, but she sat there.  Girls!  Who can figure
them?

   "Tony?"

   I swallowed.  My throat was dry.  I turned and looked at her again.

   "I'm sorry."

   My heart stopped as I tried to figure out just what she meant and what
it meant for us.  And if there was an us.  "I..."

   She held up a finger to silence me.

   "It hurt when I'd see you with Paula.  Or Allie.  But I wouldn't even
talk to you, so I really shouldn't have been mad.  You're just...  you.  I
need to accept that."

   We were almost friends again.  I wondered if I should tell her about
Tabitha?  I'd hate to lose her again over the old 'You had sex with my best
friend' thing.

   "And I know something happened with Tabby."

   I hate it when girls read my mind.

   "She was so guilty when I came back, it was obvious." Tami smiled and
giggled.

   Damn, I love that smile.

   "I'm not sure if I want to pretend it never happened, or pry all the
juicy details out of you." Her grin, saying that, was pure evil.

   I, wisely, said nothing.

   We sat there a long time, just looking at each other.  I think we were
so happy that we were talking that we didn't know what to say.

   "Do you think another will move into the woods?  Maybe Wilbur?"

   "I don't know," I told her.  I don't know if owls are territorial or
what.

   We returned to the silence.  But silence with Tami was better than
anything any other girl could say.

   Then the four words popped into my head.  I knew that I shouldn't say
them, not out loud.  They were the last thing in the world I should say
right now.

   "I almost fucked Alana."

   I don't know why, but I had to tell her.

   "You almost...  Alana!"

   Tami was lying on the grass, propped up on an elbow, and I couldn't help
dragging my eyes over every inch of her.

   "Alana?" she repeated.

   "She was a little drunk," I explained.  "When her friends were here we
kind of had a little party in the woods."

   Tami laughed, and I looked at her questioningly.

   "I was just wondering if beating up her brother was going to keep you
out of her pants?  Or help you in?"

   I grinned, surprised that Tami was taking it like this.  "Considering
her relationship with her brother, it's hard to know."

   "I think you blew it.  Family pride and all that," Tami said with
another laugh.

   "You don't get it."

   "I don't?"

   "I could have had her.  I didn't want her."

   "You didn't?"

   "I enjoyed messing around with her.  Damn!  Did I enjoy messing around.
But when the time came, I didn't want to fuck her."

   "You didn't?"

   "Don't spread that around," I said, trying to lighten the moment.  "I'm
pretty sure that not wanting to fuck Alana would be enough to keep me out
of the Air Force, even with their don't ask, don't tell."

   It took her a few seconds, but Tami got the joke and laughed.  "I think
you're right," she agreed.

   "I was standing there in the woods.  Naked.  Looking at Alana's perfect
body.  Also naked.  And I realized there was only one girl I wanted."

   "Paula?"

   "No."

   "Allie?"

   "No."

   "Me?  You want to fuck me?" she asked in a whisper.

   "No, I don't want to fuck you."

   Tami looked confused.

   "I want to make love to you." I almost added 'in the worst way, ' but
didn't want to turn this into a comedy routine.

   Tami looked stunned.

   "I...  I...  I've never done anything like that," she stammered.

   "Neither have I."

   "I don't know."

   I stood and offered her my hand.  "Someday, you will."

   I pulled her to her feet, and we looked at each other again, almost as
if we'd never seen each other before.  Then Tami launched herself at me,
her mouth opening as it closed with mine and her tongue exploding into my
mouth.

   My cock seemed to explode too.  Suddenly it was at full attention and
pressed into Tami's leg through my shorts.

   When Tami showed no sign of ending our kiss, I slid my hand onto her
butt and started rubbing.  She was wearing light shorts, and I could feel
the heat of her body through them and her panties.

   I was thinking about putting my other hand on her breast when her hand
closed on my cock.  The effect was like an electric shock.  I felt like I
had an orgasm without the mess of cumming.  Her hand held me, and I wanted
to stay like this forever.  But I was also conscious that we were getting
hot and heavy right in the middle of everything, and people would be coming
home from work soon.  Including Tami's mom.  Hell, including my mom.

   Suddenly Tami pulled away, giving my cock a last squeeze before letting
go.

   "I've wanted to do that for so long," she said.

   "Me too." Lame, but I was still in shock.

   "When I saw you in the pool with Allie, fooling around, I wanted to
drown her and take her place.

   I wondered what her reaction would have been if she'd seen the action
with Tabby.

   I took her hand and started walking us toward the back of the park.  "I
want you to know that when they put you in jail for killing one of my
girlfriends, I'll visit every week.  Conjugally if possible."

   Tami stopped and looked at me.  "How many girlfriends are you planning
to have?"

   "Six or eight to keep things interesting.  No more than ten."

   Tami laughed.  "We'll negotiate later.  Let's go to my house."

   "It's almost five.  Your mom..."

   "My mom won't be home till after ten tonight.  And by then..."

   She didn't finish her sentence, but I was hoping that by then Tami would
not be eligible to be sacrificed to any volcano gods.  I wasn't trying to
seduce an innocent girl.  I was trying to be prepared if Mount St.  Helens
started acting up and the locals got ideas.  I was being a Samaritan.

   Tami let me into her house.  It was like deja vu.  The living room was
so familiar, yet I hadn't been here for months.

   Tami led me to her bedroom in the back of the house.  I'd seen it
before, but only once or twice.  Her bed was made, big surprise, knowing
Tami, and covered with a blue bedspread covered with cartoonish rocket
ships.

   "Repulsive, isn't it?" she said, seeing where my eyes had focused.  "My
aunt got it for me.  I happened to mention I liked sci-fi books about space
exploration, like Ben Bova." Tami sat down on the bed.  "It looks like
something a nine-year-old boy might have on his bed."

   "Eight," I corrected.

   Tami shot me a look, then grinned and nodded.

   Tami sat on the bed, and I stood in her doorway and wondered what to do
next.  I didn't want to blow this.

   Then Tami scooted back onto the middle of the bed.  She spread her legs,
knees in the air and feet next to her butt.  "Take me," she whispered in
what she thought was a sexy manner.

   I couldn't help it.  I laughed.  It was too much like one of the late
movies on Cinemax.

   Tami looked like she was about to cry again, and I wanted to kick
myself.

   "Don't try to be sexy.  It comes off phony and that's why I laughed. 
You are sexy.  Just be natural," I said as I stepped up to the foot of the
bed.

   "I never done this before.  I don't know how to be natural," she
complained.

   I laughed and climbed onto the bed on my knees.  "Done what before? 
There's no plan.  We're two kids, just hanging out and seeing what
happens."

   "I..."

   "I'm not in any hurry.  Are you?"

   She shook her head.  The tentpole in my shorts may have made a liar out
of me, but it sounded good.  I scooted forward and lay down next to her. 
She turned onto her side so that we were looking at each other.

   "Have I mentioned you're beautiful?" I asked as I put my hand on her
shoulder and gently stroked her arm.

   "I'm not," she said automatically.

   "Well, maybe not," I agreed, "but you're pretty."

   "I'm not," her automatic response came again, but her eyes showed
surprise that I hadn't defended her beauty.

   "That's true.  But you're cute."

   "Hey!"

   "What?  I'm just trying to get along by agreeing." Tami smiled. 
"Personally I think you're beautiful, but if you don't want me to say
it..."

   "I do."

   "You do what?"

   Tami looked like she'd just been caught with one hand in the cookie jar
and crumbs on her lip.  "I do want you to tell me I'm beautiful."

   "Then stop arguing with me."

   "Yes sir," she said meekly.

   "That's better." I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips.

   "That was nice," Tami said with a smile.  "This is nicer." And she
launched herself on top of me.  Her hand found the bulge in my shorts
before her lips covered mine.

   Never argue with a girl when she's right, I always say.  I reached up
and took her breast in my hand, massaging it through her t-shirt.  She
hadn't bothered with a bra, and I applauded her choice.

   Tami broke the kiss and scooted up until she was sitting on my crotch.

   "When you played with Tabby, did you play with her tits?"

   "A gentleman never tells," I said solemnly, but nodded enthusiastically
as I said it.

   "Then, buster, you better play with mine."

   I nodded enthusiastically again and reached for the bottom of her
t-shirt and slid both hands up inside it.  She leaned forward so that I
could get to her breasts from where I lay.

   Her breasts were almost perfect handfuls, and I squeezed them several
time before moving my hands and laying my thumbs on her nipples.  They were
skinny little things, but must have had room for a nerve ending or two
because she moaned as I started to rub them.

   As I rubbed she wiggled around, and my cock was in heaven.

   "Did you suck her tits?" Tami asked after a couple of minutes.

   I thought about lying, but didn't want to lie to Tami.  "No.  She was
wearing a one-piece.  But I wanted to."

   "Close enough."

   She scooted forward again until she was sitting on my stomach.  Then she
pulled her t-shirt over her head.  My cock might not be happy, but my eyes
sure were.  And a second later, when she pushed her right tit into my
mouth, my mouth got real happy, too.

   I started with just my lips, sucking on the nipple like a Tootsie Pop.
Maybe a baby with his mother at lunchtime would be a more appropriate
analogy.  Then I opened my mouth wider and sucked on her breast as my
tongue explored her areola and tickled at her nipple.

   I spent about three minutes on her breast before I switched to the other
one.  I didn't want any jealousy.

   After a couple of minutes, Tami sat up, pulling her breast out of my
mouth.  I was glad to see that she was breathing hard.  Behind her, my cock
twitched in my shorts.

   "Did you play with her pussy?" Tami asked, then giggled.

   I nodded.

   "Do you want to play with mine?"

   I nodded again.  I wasn't sure when I lost the power of speech, but
given a choice between talking or playing with Tami's body, I knew which
one to choose.

   I pushed up and flipped her over on her back.  She giggled, and I rolled
onto my side and looked down at her.  I placed my hand on her thigh and
very slowly raised it along her leg toward her own little volcano.

   She seemed almost annoyed at my slow progress, but I wanted to give her
lots of time to change her mind.  Almost two minutes later, I slid my hand
onto the mound in her shorts.  At my touch her hips bucked up and I pulled
my hand away.  Tami grabbed my hand and put it firmly back on her crotch,
her hips bucking again.

   'Just a little sensitive, ' I thought and started running a finger in a
circle around her pussy.  Then I started at the bottom and traced her slit
right to the top.  She gasped as I touched the top of her slit, and I
wondered if I had grazed her clit.  I repeated my circumnavigation and then
the trip up her slot and she gasped again.  So I started rubbing that spot,
and her breathing rose quickly, her hips bucked again, and I could feel her
cum hard.

   "Tabby liked it, too," I told her, finding my voice.

   "You ought to be patented."

   I think that was the nicest thing anyone ever said to me.

   "Do you want to know what else Tabby did?" I asked with no ulterior
motive other than wanting to be truthful.

   "There was more?  You didn't?"

   "No, but I did..." I grabbed her shorts and pushed them with her panties
down her hips, then I scooted down towards her knees pulling her shorts
with me.  I pushed her shorts off her legs and let them fall on the floor.
Tami was lying on the bed in only ankle socks and tennis shoes, reminding
me of some of the modeling sites I'd visited on the net.  Only tasteful
nudity of course, and Tami had them all beat by a mile.

   I moved between her legs.  "Tabby really really liked this part," I told
her with a grin and lowered my face toward her pussy.  I reached ahead and
used my thumbs to pull her open and then pressed my face into the musky
warm folds of my Tami.

   'I could die happy now, ' I thought, as I nuzzled her most sacred place
with my face.  I gingerly pushed my tongue out of my mouth and explored her
inner place.

   "You did this to Tabby?" Tami moaned.  "She told me she stayed in the
water the whole time I was gonnnnneeee."

   I must have hit a good spot.

   I lifted my head enough to look up her at body at her.  "She did,
mostly." I went back to her pussy and licked it's length.

   "But then she'd be..." Tami figured it out.

   I looked up again.  "I'm good at holding my breath."

   I started licking her pussy again, especially her clit.  She shuddered,
and I concentrated more on the sensitive organ.  Tami's back arched, and
she pressed her hips upward to meet my probing tongue.  I didn't disappoint
her as I gave her love button a last lick and thrust my tongue into her. 
Tami grabbed the back of my head and pulled.  I plunged my tongue in and
out of her love tunnel as her second orgasm took her.

   She sagged back onto the bed and released my head, but I continued to
lick and tease as I listened to her breathing slow.  "You're trying to kill
me," she moaned.

   "We all have to go sometime." I lifted myself up and over her leg and
then shifted up until I was lying next to her.

   "You drained me.  That was incredible."

   "If you're tired, we could take a nap until your mom comes home."

   Tami looked down at her naked body.  "Then you could take me to my
twentieth high school reunion.  I should get off grounding just in time."

   "She'd ground you for twenty-five years?"

   "Either that or a convent, and we're not even Catholic."

   "You'd look good in black."

   Tami gave me a long look.  "You may be too kinky for me," she said after
awhile.

   "Just kinky enough," I assured her and kissed her nipple.

   "You did that to Tabby?" Tami asked with a tone of amazement.

   "Yep."

   "And she didn't say anything?"

   "Tabitha only talks about other people."

   "You don't like her, do you?"

   "Not a lot."

   "But you...  ?"

   "I was horny and she was handy.  What can I say?"

   "I'm not sure I like you anymore," Tami said but didn't make any attempt
to move my hand, which had started toying with her pussy again.

   "Not my best moment, I'll admit.  But it just kind of happened.  I
didn't plan it."

   "And that's all you did to Tabby?'

   "That's all I did to her, but she did one thing for me."

   Tami thought for a second then asked, "Underwater?"

   I grinned but shook my head.

   "Do you want me to..."

   I shook my head.  "You're tired.  Rest."

   "Let me see it."

   I grinned, sat up, and pulled my t-shirt over my head.

   "That's not what I wanted to see," she giggled.  "Did you forget where
it was?"

   "I did not forget where my favorite appendage was," I replied snottily.

   "Favorite appendage?" she repeated.  "Did you name it too?"

   "Wellll..."

   "You did!  What's it called?"

   I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and underwear. 
"Sometimes, I call it Big Tony," I admitted and shoved my clothes down. 
Big Tony popped up and pointed at Tami.

   "It's so cute," she cooed.  "But why do you call it BIG Tony?" she
asked, with lots of emphases on 'Big.'"

   It was a testament to Tami's sexiness that Big Tony didn't wilt at that
moment.  It was a testament to my peaceful nature that I didn't strangle
her.

   Tami reached down and wrapped her hand around it, and all was forgiven.

   "You want to put that in me?" she whispered in what I took as a mix of
anticipation and fear.

   "Not til you're ready."

   "I'm, uh..."

   I reached over and grabbed Tami, then rolled onto my back and positioned
her over me, straddling my legs.  My cock, a mighty flagpole stood inches
from the entrance to her magic box.

   "Do whatever you think is right.  Or don't do; we have the rest of our
lives."

   Tami hesitated, then grabbed my cock at the base, holding it straight
upright.  She sat up until her pussy hovered inches above the head of my
cock."

   "Please be gentle," I asked with a straight face, wondering why I was
making jokes at a time like this.

   Tami stuck her tongue out at me, but then she smiled, and I knew why I
was making jokes.

   Tami lowered herself until the head of my cock was poised at her
opening. She took a deep breath, let go of my cock, and sat down hard.

   Someday when I'm telling the grandkids how their grandmother and I first
made love, I think I'll forget to mention that my cock slipped along her
slit without entering, and she sat on my balls and almost made me pass out.

   "Oh, God!" I moaned as her weight came crashing down on my balls.

   "Are you okay?" she asked, not knowing exactly what happened.

   "I'm fine," I said, forcing a smile.  "Maybe this is fate's way of
saying we should wait."

   Tami sat up on her knees again, then grabbed my cock a little more
roughly than was called for.  "No damn fate is going to cheat me out of my
first time," she declared.

   I was afraid to argue.

   Tami position my cock head again and this time kept her hand on, guiding
it until the head popped between her lips.  Then she sat down hard again.

   My cock entered her in one smooth stroke.  If her cherry slowed it down,
I didn't notice it.

   I looked up at the love of my life.  Tami's face was a mixture of
emotions and feelings.  Pain, amazement, satisfaction.

   "Are you alright?" I asked, rubbing her hip.

   "I thought it was supposed to hurt.  A lot.  I mean, I was a virgin.  I
was."

   "I know.  I never doubted, but even virgins don't always hurt.  I guess
some don't even bleed when they lose their cherry."

   "You seem to know a lot about it," Tami accused with a smile.

   "I read."

   "Know thy enemy?"

   "Exactly." I grinned up at her.  "So it didn't hurt?" I asked, though I
couldn't help but think about my crushed balls.  Maybe no grandkids after
all.  Unless we adopt.

   "Not really.  I was expecting it, but there was just a little discomfort
as I adjusted to having you in there."

   It was kind of amazing to be discussing her first penetration so calmly
as my cock nestled in her cunt.

   "I guess now we fuck," she said in a whimsical kind of voice.

   "You know as much about this as I do."

   "I doubt that.  You read, remember?"

   I grinned.  "Maybe I should have fucked Alana." Tami cocked an eyebrow
in my direction.  "It wouldn't have been real fucking, it would have been
research."

   "You do any research with Miss Perfect, and I'll do a little research on
eunuchs."

   Ouch!

   Tami experimentally lifted herself up until my cock almost slipped
completely out of her and then sat back down.  From the look on her face, I
think she liked it.

   I let my hands lie lightly on her hips, letting Tami control everything.
This was her fuck.  I'd get my turn.

   Tami found her rhythm.  Up and forward, then down and back.  Felt good
to me.  I was in heaven, just lying back and letting Tami bring pleasure to
me.

   I felt pressure building up in my balls, which meant they still lived.
Tami had picked up speed, and I wondered if she was getting close, too.

   "I'm gonna cum," I warned her in case she didn't want me to cum in her.

   "So am I," she moaned and kept pumping my cock with her cunt.  "I can't
believe...  I can't believe...  Oh damn...  I believe!" she yelled and
pumped even faster.

   "Oh lordy, so do I!" I yelled and coated her insides with my fluids.

   Tami collapsed on my chest, and we lay there together.  Then she looked
at me and smiled.  "We've got to do that again."

   "Your place or mine?"

   Tami grinned.  "Everyplace but Paula's house."

   "No Paula," I agreed, knowing what she meant.

   "Not at Allie's house."

   The thought crossed my mind that this was an easy promise, since I'd
never done anything with Allie at her house.  "No Allie," I promised.

   "Not at Tabby's house."

   Hell, I didn't even know where Tabitha lived.

   "No way, no how," I agreed.

   "Not at Alana's house."

   "No Alana." Another easy promise.  The day after the party, Alana acted
as if I was just an annoying eighth grader from the trailer park.  Which
meant I pretty much didn't exist.

   "Do I need to mention anybody else?" she asked with a nasty grin.

   "I do have a cousin, third or forth, something like that.  I've never
met her, but cousin Cinnamon in Boston looks kinda cute in her pictures."

   "Okay."

   "Okay?"

   Tami grinned.  I guess she figured that if I hadn't met her yet, she was
safe.

   "Did I mention she's a redhead?"

   Tami gave me a short glare, but otherwise ignored the comment.  "You
didn't mention the girls," she prompted.

   "The girls?" I repeated confused.

   "Mikee and Kelly."

   "Mikee and Kelly?" Bile backed up into my throat as I pictured myself
labeled a child molester.

   "I've seen them coming out of your house.  Big smiles on their faces."
Tami smiled evilly.

   "I..." What the hell could I say.

   Tami laughed.  "Relax, I'm not mad."

   "You're not?"

   "I have a feeling they seduced you as much as you seduced them."

   "I..." I felt like a teacher had just announced a pop quiz in math, when
I'd been studying science.  Totally confused.

   "I may even let you visit them."

   I couldn't help it.  The picture formed in my mind as soon as she said
it.

   "And no," she added, "we won't be doing any foursomes."

   Damn mind-reading girls.

   And that was life in the trailer park.

   Of course, I still had five more years of school.
   The End