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   Chapter 1

   Paula rolled over.

   This may not seem like a momentous event, but it was the high point of
my day so far.  I watched as she rolled off her stomach and onto her back.
She arched her back for a second or two, pushing her chest high and
straining the fabric of her bikini, then settled back on the beach towel
and relaxed.

   I knew I was staring, and a second before Tami slapped the top of my
head I sensed she knew it too.  We were sitting on our own towel, backs
propped up against the fence.

   It was a beautiful September day, two clouds played tag in the blue sky.
A lite breeze was blowing, just enough to make it comfortable to sit in the
hot sun.  Not too hot, not too cold.  A perfect day, marred only by the
realization that it was our last day of freedom.

   I turned my head to grin at Tami.  Then I blatantly looked down at her
right breast.  She cuffed the back of my head again.  "What?" I complained.
"I thought you just didn't want me checking out the other scenery."

   "You're incorrigible."

   "Yep," I agreed.  I glanced up and then leaned down and gave Tami's
breast a quick kiss.

   Tami glanced up, then giggled and pushed me away.  "You do realize that
my mom is in the house?"

   "It's her house.  She's allowed."

   "Yeah, but it's a house with windows.  You know, glass, see-through."

   "Did you have a point?"

   Tami looked up at the sky.  I wondered if she was beseeching a deity. 
And if so, which one and for what.

   "The only good way to shut him up is to kiss him," came a voice from the
other side.  I looked over and saw that Paula had risen to one elbow and
was watching us.

   Tami blushed, then leaned over and kissed me.  I mean she really kissed
me.  Not that it was our first kiss, but usually in public all I got was a
quick peck.  Tami put her soul into this one.  Her tongue shot into my
mouth like a bullet, and I could almost feel every one of her taste buds as
they rasped over mine.

   She broke away almost a minute later, quickly looking toward her house
to see if she'd been observed.

   "You two are sickening," Paula observed in a disgusted tone.

   "It was your idea," Tami pointed out.

   "Get a room." Paula lay back and closed her eyes.

   "What's with you today?" I asked just before the light dawned.  "Gary!"
Paula's eyes shot open again.  "He dumped you."

   Paula propped herself up on her elbow again.  "So what?'

   "I'm sorry," Tami said softly.

   "He's an idiot.  Only a fool would dump you."

   "You did," she accused.

   I was confused.

   Tami came to my rescue.  "No he didn't.  You two only fooled around. 
You never went together, so he never dumped you.  He wouldn't have.  If you
two had been going together, I wouldn't have stood a chance."

   Paula looked mollified.  "So how is he?  Does he fuck good?"

   I almost choked.

   I figured that Tami was turning bright red and trying to disappear.

   "He's awesome."

   I spun my head to look at her.  She was smiling without a trace of
embarrassment.

   "Damn!  I was afraid of that," Paula said with a grin.

   I stood, strode to the diving board, and jumped up.  You know that old
saying about discretion and valor.  If Paula and Tami were going to discuss
my virtues as a stud, I was going to give them room.  One part of me wanted
to listen, but I knew from experience that two girls discussing virtues
could become two girls discussing faults in the blink of an eye.

   I stepped to the end of the board and took an experimental jump.  It was
a lousy board.  I knew that.  But I always tested it.  I guess I hoped it
would get better.  As I checked my bounce, Mikee and Kelly stepped out of
their trailer and started walking toward the pool.

   I waited until they got in the gate and waved.  They ignored me so
efficiently that the temperature dropped at least five degrees.  They set
down their towels and other stuff and tested the temperature of the pool
with their toes.  I swallowed and stepped backward to the end of the board.
The two sisters hadn't said more than a dozen words to me since I'd
clobbered their brother Kenny.

   I looked around.  Tami and Paula were still talking intently, and Mikee
and Kelly were ignoring me.  It was like having the whole pool to myself. I
stepped forward, hurdled to the end of the board, and launched myself as
straight up as I could.  I flipped one-and-a half times and came almost
straight back down.

   My old diving coach used to say a perfect dive would take off a layer of
skin as you passed the board.  He did point out that you had layers to
spare.

   I didn't take off any skin, but I didn't miss the board by more than a
couple inches.  My entry was as close to perfect as I ever came.  One
bucket.  My old team used to judge water entries by the number of buckets
of water you kicked up, and it was a small bucket.

   As I broke the surface I was grinning.  Then my grin slipped away. 
Tami's friend Tabby was standing at the door to her trailer, and Tami's mom
was leaning out and pointing this way.  I pictured a three way conference
of Tami, Tabby, and Paula and wondered if I should just sink to the bottom
of the pool and try to set a world record for staying underwater, say two
hours.

   Then I remembered that my mom, bless her heart, had been nagging my dad
for a month to build an awning over the back door of our trailer.  We had
all the lumber.  I pulled myself out of the pool and walked over to Tami
and Paula.

   I grabbed my towel.  "Got to run.  Chores." I was heading for the gate
before they realized I was leaving.  I nodded to Mikee and Kelly, who
turned their backs on me, and held the gate open for Tabby.  As I closed
the gate, I wondered where Alana was this afternoon.  Add her and Allie and
you could have a hell of a conference.

   I wondered what virgins thought about as they were hurled into the
volcano.

   "You left in a hurry," Tami said as she sat on the back steps.

   "I had to get this done," I said as I nailed the second to the last
board to the framework for the awning.  I'm not really a handy guy at
construction, but we'd already poured the concrete for the footings.  The
rest was pretty much nail board A to board B, attach board C, repeat.

   "Funny, how you suddenly remembered."

   "A good thing, too," I said as I climbed down the ladder to get another
board.

   "I could have sworn I heard your mom ask your dad to do it, and he said
this weekend."

   "He, uh, delegated."

   "Uh huh." She watched as I nailed the last board in place.  I wiped some
sweat off my forehead, almost putting my eye out with the claw of the
hammer.

   "Tony, can I ask you a question?"

   I have never wanted to say 'no' more in my life.  "Anything." I surveyed
my work from the top of the ladder.  "Would you hand me the level, I want
to make sure this is straight," I said, hoping to change the subject.

   She stood, picked up the level where I had leaned it against the
trailer, and brought it over to the ladder.  She lifted it up to me,
holding it just out of my reach.

   I reached for it, looking down at her.  When our eyes locked, she held
it high enough for me to grab.  As I did she asked, "Are you lying to me?"

   I wanted to say 'no', and laugh it off.  "Yes."

   She let go of the level and I straightened and laid it on my frame.  It
was perfect.  I was amazed.

   Tammy picked up a board and handed it to me without my having to ask for
it.  "Because of Tabby?"

   "Uh huh," I mumbled, having put half a dozen nails in my mouth.

   "Why?" she asked after I'd nailed them all.

   I nodded toward another board and waited until Tami turned her back to
me.  "You and Paula were already dissecting my sexual prowess.  I just
didn't want to be there when Tabby put her two cents in."

   Tami laughed as she handed up a board.  "I would never ever discuss your
sexual prowess with Tabby.  For one thing, I don't want my love life to be
news at eleven."

   "Oh," was all I could say before I filled my mouth with nails again. 
Having three hands would have been much more efficient design if you ask
me, or maybe a prehensile tail like a monkey.

   "Remind me to kiss you when you get off that ladder."

   "Remind me to kick you in the balls," said another voice.

   I looked down.  Mikee and Kelly were standing behind Tami.  Mikee stood
fists on hips looking like a Valkyrie.  A pissed off Valkyrie at that. 
Kelly fidgeted beside her.

   I set the hammer on the board I'd just partially nailed in place.  I
pulled the rest of the nails out of my mouth and put them next to the
hammer.

   I climbed down, claimed my kiss from Tami, and faced my little warrior
and her sister.  "Hi, girls."

   "I want to know, and I want to know now, why you beat up my brother!"

   "I didn't beat him up.  I just hit him.  Twice."

   "You broke his nose," Mikee accused.

   "And knocked out three teeth," Kelly added.

   "It..." They'd asked before.  Together and separately.  I hadn't told
them because he was their brother and I didn't think they should know.  "It
was just something between us."

   "But you hurt him bad," Kelly whined.  I could tell that Kelly really
wanted me to have a good reason.

   "Your brother..." Tami started to explain.

   "Tami!" I snarled.  Tami's head jerked up, surprised at my tone of
voice. "It was just something between us." I repeated for the girls.

   "I don't think we can be friends anymore," Mikee declared sadly.

   "I'm sorry."

   Kelly rushed up and grabbed my hand in both of hers, "There had to be a
reason."

   "This is ridiculous," Tami said.  "Tell them."

   I couldn't bring myself to tell the two girls what their brother had
done.  Girls should think their big brother is special, shouldn't they? 
Could I take that away from them?  On the other hand, they were both smart
girls.  If they hadn't figured out their brother was a jerk, they would
soon.

   I moved to the steps and sat down.  I waved the girls to me.  They came
forward, and I picked up Kelly and sat her on my left leg.  I looked up at
Mikee and waited.  It took a minute, but she stepped forward and sat on my
other leg.  I put my arms around the girl's waists and just held them for a
minute.

   "Mikee, what do you think would have happened if I'd broken Peter's
nose?" Peter was their second brother.

   "Alana would have beat the crap out of you and Mom would have called the
sheriff and had you put away," Kelly answered before her sister.

   I looked at Kelly.  "Don't say crap.  And did Alana try to beat the crap
out of me?"

   Kelly shook her head.  "She got grounded for some of the things she said
about you, but that was all.

   I looked at Mikee.  "Did your mom call the sheriff?" Mikee shook her
head no.

   "Do either of you think she loves Kenny less than Peter?" They both
shook their heads.  "Do you think she might have decided that there was a
good reason for what I did?" They nodded.

   "Kenny got what he deserved," Tami added.  I looked up at her and shook
my head as a signal to say no more.

   "I think it's great that you two are loyal to Kenny.  Family loyalty is
important.  I'll understand if we can't be friends anymore, and I'll miss
you." I sighed.

   "There was a good reason for what happened, but I hope you'll both
believe me when I say you're better off not knowing."

   I kissed each girl on the forehead and then pushed them up off my lap. I
stood.  Mikee took Kelly's hand and they started to walk away, then turned
and Mikee looked at me questioningly.

   "If you ask me again, I'll tell you.  But you really don't want to
know." Mikee nodded and the two of them walked off.  I knew Mikee would
ask. Not right away, but someday she would ask.  I didn't think Kelly ever
would.  As I watched them turn and walk up the road, I wondered if we were
friends like before, just friends, or something else.

   Tami stepped up to me and kissed me hard.  No tongue but hard.

   "What was that for?" I asked when I got my breath back.

   "You handled that great."

   "We'll see how I handled it.  Grab a board and let's get this finished,"
I said as I climbed back up the ladder.

   "You should be in the State Department."

   "Bite your tongue.  Diplomats are a step below lawyers."



   Chapter 2

   "I heard you're the guy to talk to."

   You know how a car engine can over-rev when it's not in gear.  That's
what my brain was doing.  A small part of it wanted to know, "Heard from
who?  Talk to about what?" The rest of it was scanning every pixel of the
picture in front of me.  A last small part of it was willing my cock not to
rip through my jeans.

   She was my age, plus or minus a year.  Copper red hair that hung to her
belt.  Right now that hair was loose with some of it hanging down her front
over her left breast and the rest down her back.  She was a little taller
than I was, maybe an inch at most.  And the breast that wasn't obscured by
hair looked about softball size.

   Her white t-shirt with a picture of the three Jimmy Neutron girls was
tied off at her midriff.  She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could tell that
her areola was about the size of a Kennedy fifty-cent piece and topped with
a nice pointy nipple.  Short cut-offs and legs that did a lot more than
just reach the ground completed the picture.

   When I'd opened the door, she had a basic hello-type smile, but now that
changed to a grin.  "You're Tony aren't you?  Speak English?"

   "Uh..."

   "Habla Espanol?"

   "Uh..."

   "Parlay-view Fran-case?  German?  Latin?  Swahili?"

   My brain was slowly spinning down, and I tried to remind myself that I
was in love with what's-her-name.  I mean, Tami.

   "Uh, I'm Tony."

   "He speaks.  That's a start."

   I knew I was being insulted, but I didn't care.  Her voice tasted like
honey with just a little tang.  God, southern accents were so sexy.

   "You wanted to talk to me?"

   "I'm Robbie.  I go to your school."

   "No you don't," I said automatically.  If she'd been there I'd know.

   She laughed.  "Silly.  I just started Thursday."

   She'd gone to my school for two days and I didn't know it.  I must have
been high on something.

   "I don't think so.  Our school is for mortals, not angels," I said
before I could think about it.  What a corny line.

   Robbie giggled.  "I can see I need to watch out for you."

   She looked past me at the living room, and I realized that I was keeping
her standing on the porch.  I opened the door wide and motioned toward the
sofa with a half-bow.  Robbie giggled again but stepped inside and moved
toward the sofa.

   I glanced around outside, then closed the door behind her.

   She was sitting on the sofa, leaning against the back with her hands
behind her head and her legs slightly open.  The position made her chest
stick out.  She'd brushed her hair back, and now both nipples strained
against the cotton material.  The crotch of her cut-offs was only about two
inches across, and I could see hints of her lime green panties on either
side.

   I'm not sure that I ever would have stopped staring, except I'd stopped
breathing and eventually the need for oxygen brought me back to the world.
As I looked up into her eyes I could tell she'd been studying me.  There
was a rumor that we were going to dissect a frog this year and then study
it's insides under a microscope.  Now I could empathize.

   I settled on the arm of the sofa, a habit my mom hated, and tried to
look at her normally instead of like a pedophile at a third grade picnic.

   She nodded, then smiled.  "I need a favor."

   'Anything!' I wanted to shout.  My CD collection.  My baseball cards. 
My bank account which represented about eight hundred hours of mowing lawns
and pulling weeds.  My first born son.  Hell, Tami and I had talked about
having six kids, I was ready to sign them all over right now.

   "A favor?"

   "Yep.  And Miss Calloway, well, she thought y'all'd be the one to help."

   I cocked an eyebrow.  "Laying it on a little thick?"

   "Excuse me?"

   "Your accent.  You were laying it on a little thick."

   "Guilty," she said with a smile.  "Sometimes boys..." She glanced at me
to see if I was offended.  I smiled.  "Boys are a little more compliant
when I do Scarlett O'Hara."

   "Just be Robbie Whatever and we'll be compliant enough,"

   She giggled again.  "Robbie Tate.  Roberta Elizabeth Marie Tate."

   "Roberta?"

   "Pretty bad," she said with a nod.  "That's why I go by Robbie.  The
last time a boy called me Roberta was in the second grade.  I punched him
in the mouth."

   "So if I call you Roberta, I should have my guard up?"

   "Be a good idea," she said with a grin as she made a fist.

   "So what's this favor you need?  And this time without channeling
Scarlett."

   Robbie cocked her head and looked me in the eye.  "You know who she is?"

   "This may not be the deep South, but a few smuggled copies of 'Gone with
the Wind' have made it up here.  I read it last year, just before we moved
here.  I thought it was a good story but over-rated." I'd read it on a bet
with my old English teacher, Mrs.  Wheeler.  I read 'Wind' and she read
Heinlein's 'Citizen of the Galaxy.' I still think she got the better part
of the deal.

   "Wow.  Maybe I haven't reached the end of civilization after-all."

   "Actually, we're the next to the last stop before the end of
civilization."

   This time we both grinned.

   "So what's this favor?" My mind raced ahead, and I pictured her saying
that she was horny after a long trip and needed a good fuck.  I didn't
bother to figure out why Miss Calloway, the girl's P.E.  teacher would have
recommended me.  I just pictured Robbie naked on all fours on the floor and
me aiming my battering ram at her ramparts.

   "Well, we just moved here from Tennessee..." she interrupted my
daydream.

   "What part?"

   "Chattanooga."

   "Right on the Georgia border."

   "You know it?"

   I smiled.  "I've got a cute cousin who lives in Athens."

   "A kissin' cousin?"

   "I'll never tell," I said with a smirk.  Actually I wouldn't kiss Talia
on a bet.  She was sixteen and most closely resembles a ferret.  I had a
feeling that she was going to marry a blind man or die a virgin.  Actually,
she wasn't a real cousin.  Dad had a couple buds from high school, that
Traci and I called uncle, so their kids became cousins.

   "And why would you leave Tennessee and come here?"

   "A job.  My dad's company is building a plant, and he'll oversee the
construction and then run it."

   "And now that you're here, you need a favor?"

   Doggie style.  Please let it be doggie style.

   "I've got a little problem."

   If there's any justice in the world, your problem is nymphomania.

   "And Miss Calloway suggested me?"

   I can handle nymphomania.

   "She said you have a way of getting what you want."

   I actually stopped thinking about sex long enough to analyze that
statement.  I think Miss Calloway just paid me a back-handed compliment.

   "And just what is that I want?  Or rather, that you want me to want?"

   "Well..."

   Fifteen minutes later Robbie had finished explaining, and I knew I was
going to help even if it didn't involve sex.  I got up, stretched and went
to the phone.

   "Who are you calling?"

   "My girlfriend," I admitted reluctantly.  "We're going to need her
help."



   Chapter 3

   "Think fast!" I said and tossed the football underhand to Mom.  She was
sitting on the sofa and had to lean forward to catch it.

   "What have I told you about playing ball in the house?" she asked as she
brought the ball up by her ear and fired a soft pass at me.

   "Let me see..." I said as I tossed it to Dad.  "Something about don't."

   The ball went off the tips of his fingers and bounced against the wall.

   "Especially with your father," she said with a nod and a sigh.

   "Hey, I'm not that bad," he protested.

   Mom and I looked at each other and grinned.  Then we looked at Dad.  "Of
course you're not," we said in unison.

   "Well just who taught Tony to throw a perfect spiral?"

   "I did," Mom said.

   "Who taught you to throw a baseball?  Answer me that."

   "Mom did."

   "Maybe Traci will let me play Barbies with her," he grumbled.

   I stepped over to his chair.  "Jim Thorpe you're not." I reached up and
ruffled Dad's hair the way he used to do to me.  "But I wouldn't trade you
in on anybody."

   "Remind me to raise your allowance."

   "You just did, dear.  After he built the awning last week," his wife
reminded him.

   "Well, I can raise it again, can't I?"

   "Not unless Bill Miller plans to give you a raise.  We'll have to trade
him in on a cheaper son." Mom grinned at me, making sure I knew she'd never
trade me in.  "Good game tonight.  You guys humiliated the Badgers."

   "So how come my all-star son, who is Jim Thorpe reincarnated, spent most
of the night receiving instead of throwing," Dad wanted to know.

   "Uh, sore arm." I reached up and started rubbing my left shoulder to
emphasize the point."

   "Anthony, you're right handed," Mom reminded me.

   "Oh yeah." I grinned and switched to rubbing my right shoulder while my
parents exchanged a look.

   "Well that new guy did a great job at quarterback.  I would have thought
that with Jake sick and Tyler's broken finger, and then you with your sore
arm, the Rebels would be in trouble.  But that new guy throws better than
you."

   I had a feeling that Mom was trying to get a rise out of me with that
last crack, so I decided to ignore her.  "Almost as good," setting the
record straight.  "By the way, Mr.  Parker would like to see one of you on
Monday."

   My parents exchanged another look.  Mr.  Parker was the vice principal
at the school.

   "Why?" they said together.

   "He seems to think I have an attitude."

   "You've been here half a year and he's just figuring that out?" Mom
sounded amazed.

   Dad was less amused.  "What kind of attitude?"

   "He said something about thinking that rules didn't apply to me."

   "And just what gave him that idea?"

   "I would like to point out that a wise man once told me that rules were
a guide not an absolute." Mom shot dad a very dirty look.  "And a pretty
woman explained her eight arrests for civil disobedience in very similar
words."

   Dad grinned and Mom laughed.

   "I saw a show on TV about a great boarding school.  They'll let him
shoot guns and run through obstacle courses," she said.

   Dad shook his head.  "Honey after what our military has been through in
Afghanistan and Iraq, I just don't think it's fair to inflict Tony on
them."

   "I am still in the room," I reminded them indignantly.

   "So what happened?"

   "Mr.  Parker's version is probably shorter."

   "Any less biased?"

   "Both versions are probably biased," I said after a few seconds thought.

   "Well the game's over and there's nothing much on TV, so let's hear the
long version," Dad said.  Mom moved over and sat on the arm of his chair.

   I sat down on the sofa facing them.  Court was in session.

   "Would I hurt my chances if I pointed out that when I sit on the arm of
a chair..."

   "Yes!" Mom said.

   "It all started last week when we got a new student."

   "Wouldn't happen to be a quarterback would he?  Arm like a cannon?" Mom
asked.

   "If you want the abridged version, wait for Monday."

   "Point taken.  Honey shut up." Mom glared at dad and clamped her mouth
closed.

   I grinned and continued my story.  "HER name was Roberta Tate, but
anybody who plans a long life calls her Robbie."

   "Robbie.  That's cute.  Is she?"

   Dad pulled Mom down onto his lap and put his hand over her mouth before
nodding to me to go on.  Parents could be such a trial.

   "She started here on Thursday and went to see Mr.  Feldman.  She wanted
to play football."

   Mom's eyes got big and she must have bitten Dad, the way he jerked his
hand away, but she didn't interrupt.

   "Mr.  Feldman has some set ideas about girls in sports and..."

   "Mr.  Feldman is a male chauvinist pig."

   "Mr.  Feldman is a male chauvinist pig with some old fashioned ideas
about girls in sports and told her no."

   "I thought there were some federal laws about that?" Dad asked.  "Title
three or six or something."

   "I think it's title nine, but Mr.  Feldman had an out.  The season's
already started.  The team's set.

   Dad nodded.  "And next year...  I assume she's an eighth grader?" I
nodded.  "Next year she's Branson's problem at the high school."

   "Got it in one," I confirmed.

   "So how did you get involved?"

   "Robbie went to Miss Calloway, the girls P.E.  teacher.  Miss Calloway
told her she couldn't interfere but suggested that she talk to me, since
I'm the quarterback and the leader of the team."

   "I thought they voted Brian Greene captain?"

   "In name only.  I'm the heart and the soul of the Rebels."

   "Getting deep in here," Dad said.  "Your son can sure shovel it."

   Mom twisted in his lap to look him in the eye.  "How come when he builds
an awning he's your son, but when he's piling on the B.S.  he's mine?"

   "I calls 'em as I sees 'em."

   Mom turned back to face me, accidentally driving her elbow into Dad's
stomach.

   I grinned.  At least they didn't act this bad in public, and I was used
to it.

   "She stopped by on Saturday."

   "And she batted her eyes at you, and you decided to ignore the coach and
put her on the team all by yourself," Mom accused.

   "It wasn't her eyes that got my attention, but yeah, something like
that."

   Dad grinned, and Mom's elbow accidentally lodged itself in his stomach
again.  I hate those eyes in the back of her head.

   "Let me guess: you got her suited up and snuck her on the field without
the coach realizing he had a girl on the team," Mom said dryly.

   "That's the abridged version, but something like that."

   "What if she'd got hurt?  How did you know she could play?" Dad wanted
to know.

   "Well, this week Robbie and I spent some time throwing the ball around,
and I knew she had an arm."

   "There's more to football than passing," Mom reminded me.

   "I also borrowed some pads from the school and..."

   "Stole."

   "Creatively acquired some pads and I gave her some good hits."

   "You tackled a girl?" Dad said with a little of his own chauvinist side
coming out.

   "When I could.  She moves pretty good.  Besides I saw some video tapes
of her playing in Tennessee."

   "But what if she'd got hurt?" Mom wanted to know.  "No release forms, no
insurance."

   "Her release forms were signed and her insurance paid."

   "Without Feldman knowing?"

   "I had some help in the office." Mom arched an eyebrow.  I covered my
mouth with my hand as I said "Tami..." then uncovered my mouth and
finished, "filed all her paperwork just as if it had come through the
coach."

   "Not sure I got that son.  Who filed the paperwork?" Dad asked,
grinning.

   "Let's just say a person high up in the administration." Tami was an
office aide third period.

   "So after you creatively acquired her a uniform and pads, and creatively
filed her paperwork, how the hell did you creatively get her on the field?"

   Mom's elbow started back, but Dad caught it.

   "Well, Tami helped her get suited up in the girl's bathroom, and in the
second half, when I told Coach Feldman that my arm was too sore to throw, I
told him that I'd been working with Robbie..."

   "And he assumed that Robbie was a guy?"

   I nodded.  "He probably figured that Robbie was off the second or third
string.  He kinda ignores all of them.  Robbie had her helmet on, with her
hair tucked up under it and the collar of her uniform.  With some face
black under her eyes, he didn't realize a thing."

   "That's why you waited for the second half?  You didn't want her in the
locker room at halftime?"

   I nodded, Dad could be pretty sharp sometimes.  "That, and I wanted to
get a couple points on the board." We'd been up thirteen zip at the half.

   "The guys in the huddle had to know," Mom suggested.

   "They did, as soon as Robbie opened her mouth.  I told them to trust me
and that it was a don't ask, don't tell situation with the coach."

   "What did Alex think of all this?" Mom asked with a twinkle in her eye.
Alex played center.

   "You mean about having a girl with her hands between his legs?" I
laughed and they nodded.  "I didn't ask and he didn't tell."

   "I'm surprised you didn't volunteer to play center yourself, instead of
moving to end," Mom said with her eyes still twinkling.

   "Surprised me too."

   "So what did Feldman say after the game?  I assume that Robbie took her
helmet off."

   I nodded.  "The coach was kinda speechless.  Though he did mumble
something about a couple hundred laps."

   "What about Robbie?"

   "After that game, I'm pretty sure she's on the team.  But somebody let
it slip to Parker..."

   "Mr.  Parker," Mom corrected.

   "...  Mr.  Parker about how Robbie had gotten into the game, and that's
when he told me that he wanted to see you Monday."

   Dad sighed.  "I'll call him in the morning and set up a meeting for the
afternoon.  It'll give me an excuse to skip out early."

   "I'll handle Mr.  Parker," Mom said definitely.  And I knew from the
tone of her voice that it was a done deal.  It didn't hurt that I'd struck
a blow for women's rights.  Two of Mom's arrests were from protests for the
ERA.

   "Not so fast, buddy," Mom said as I'd started to stand.  "You're
grounded!"

   I started to protest, then nodded.  I had played a little fast and loose
with the system.  "How long?"

   "I think, nine o'clock."

   I glanced at the clock.  It was eight forty-five.  I managed to keep a
straight face as I turned and started out of the room.

   "What does Tami think of Robbie?" Dad asked my back.

   "Likes her, hates her body."



   Chapter 4

   "You want to fuck her, don't you?"

   Hell yes!  "Do you really think that's a fair question right now?"

   "Fair?"

   "Fair.  Tami, I think I love..."

   "You think?"

   How did a nice peaceful Saturday afternoon with my girlfriend turn into
a fight.  "Tamarone Elizabeth Sharp.  I am thirteen years old, and while I
think I'm in love, I'm smart enough to realize that I don't have the
experience to really know for sure."

   "You don't have to bite my head off.  Geez."

   We stared at each other.  No, that's not right, we lost ourselves in
each others eyes.

   Tami broke the spell.  "You were telling me why asking a question isn't
fair."

   I sighed.  "It's not the asking.  It's the question.  And the timing."

   "What's wrong with the timing?"

   "You may not have noticed, but there's something long and hard sticking
in your pussy."

   "I noticed." Tami started rocking again.  "But it's not that long."

   If I hadn't been flat on my back with Tami riding my cock, I would have
walked out in a huff.  Well, maybe not.

   "And how would you know?"

   "I've been around," she said with an air of worldliness.

   "Oh really." I grabbed her shoulders and rolled.

   "Oh, kinky.  The guy on top.  What will they think of next?"

   I was beginning to understand most guys' appreciation for dumb blondes.
Someone who would moan on cue and not talk.

   Tami's feet settled on my back, one heel on the small of my back and the
other rubbing the top of my butt crack.  I tried to keep most of my weight
on my hands and knees, but thrust forcefully into the teenaged girl.  I
guess I was trying to prove just how long I was.

   "So, do you want to fuck her?"

   "God I hate you," I said in exasperation.

   "I can tell," she giggled as our pelvises slapped together.

   I could feel the energy building inside me and I thrust faster and
harder.  "Couldn't you just shut up and enjoy the moment?"

   "I am enjoying the moment." She shuddered and pushed her hips upward to
meet mine.

   "Damn you." My balls seemed to be pulsating.

   "I, oh, here it comes.  Tony, God, Tony don't stop!"

   "I'm..." I didn't know what I was.  My balls seemed to explode and push
streams of newly produced sperm up to my cock.  I'd swear my cock was
expanding as I rammed it home again and again.  Tami reached up and pulled
my chest toward her and we clung together as I pumped my hips one more time
and released into her.

   Suddenly my mind filled with and image of millions of little tadpoles
all swimming toward a single goal.  An egg.  A single shining egg on a
little pedestal, unguarded.  The holy grail of every one of the little
swimmers.

   I rolled off Tami and sat on the edge of the bed.  My stomach felt like
I was about to revisit the grilled cheese sandwich I'd had for lunch.  I
was having trouble breathing.

   Why hadn't I thought of this before?

   I tried to think.  How many times?  Damn, I wasn't sure I could count
that high.  Almost every day during the summer.  Except for her...  Well,
almost every day.  A couple of times a week since school started.

   Why hadn't I thought of this before?

   I could picture Tami and me, together, starting a family.  But I didn't
want the kid starting pre-school before I started college.

   Why hadn't I thought of this before?

   I knew why.  I was in love.  Or lust.  Both.

   I didn't want to ruin Tami's life before it really got started.  Hell, I
didn't want to ruin my life.  Mom was going to kill me.

   Tami was on her knees behind me, leaning on me, rubbing my arm.  "Tony,
are you okay?

   I felt so selfish.  So many guys laugh it off, say birth control is the
girl's problem.  But I wasn't like that.  I just forgot.  Why hadn't I
thought of this before?

   What could we do?  She could douche.  Did she douche?  Hell, I don't
know.  I'm an eighth grader, for god's sake.  Why didn't she keep her legs
crossed?  No, that was wrong.  I wanted it.  We wanted it.  We're too
young.

   Abortion?

   Well, it's Tami's body and if that's what she wants.  But how could I
consider killing a child?  Tami's and my child.  Even if it's minus nine
months old.

   "Tony, you're scaring me." Tami was holding me tighter and I could feel
her shivering.

   I turned sideways so that I could look at her.  She took a deep breath
and sat back with her legs curled to the side, reached out, and took my
hands in hers.  "Tony, are you okay?"

   "I, we, I fucked up." Tami's eyes got bigger, she knew I didn't say
things like that.  "I didn't think.  It could be too late."

   "You're not making any sense."

   "I..."

   "Tony, take a deep breath, let it out slowly."

   I smiled and followed her instructions.  "I screwed up royally."

   "What?  It can't be that bad.  We're both still alive.  Four arms
between us.  Four legs...  and other appendages."

   "We, I mean I...  Tami, I haven't been wearing a rubber."

   She grinned.  "So that's what that mess is in my panties all the time."

   "Tami, I..."

   She laughed.  I wondered if she was hysterical.  In the movies they
always slap someone whose hysterical.  I didn't want to slap Tami.  Hell, I
didn't even know if that really worked.

   Tami looked at my face and choked back her laugh.  "Tony, I'm sorry."

   "We may have screwed up..."

   Tami squeezed my hands, hard.  "Tony, it's okay.  I'm protected."

   "You are?"

   Tami nodded.

   "But how?"

   Tami grinned.  "After the first time, I talked to my cousin Linda. 
She's a nurse in Seattle.  She got me a patch."

   "Oh."

   "It's just as good as the pill."

   "Good."

   I stood up and started dressing.

   "Where are you going?"

   "I just need...  I'm gonna take a walk.  I need to think a little bit."

   "You were scared."

   "Hell yes, I was scared.  I'm just getting the hang of being a kid,
suddenly I though I was going to be a father."

   Tami was doing her best not to smile.

   "And I felt bad that I was just now thinking about it.  I felt like
millions of jerks who want to have their fun and let the girl do all the
worrying,"

   "You're not like that.  I know you're not."

   "But I was.  I was having a good time.  Thirteen and getting laid as
often as I wanted.  I didn't have a care in the world."

   "Tony..."

   "I'm alright.  I just need to do some thinking." I dressed quickly as
Tami watched, then gave her a smile and slipped out of her room.

   Outside, the world seemed normal.  Alana and some guy I didn't recognize
were standing in the shallow end of the pool, making out.  Mikee and Kelly
were treading water and splashing in the deep end.  Paula was lying next to
a girlfriend, storing up some solar energy for the winter.

   I walked down the street to the path into the woods.

   Maybe I'm not ready for sex.

   Maybe all the damn hypocrites were right, thirteen was just too young.

   But when is old enough.
   And how do you know?