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   Chapter 9

   "Oh God, yes," Tami moaned as I drove my cock deep inside her.

   My hands were up inside her sweater, massaging her breasts.  I let my
thumbs rest on her nipples as I stood behind her.  "What's the magic word?"
I whispered, then followed my voice into her ear and let my tongue caress
it's ridges.

   "Don't stop," she moaned.

   "Close enough," I agreed and nibbled on her earlobe.

   We'd been fucking slowly for several minutes, and now I picked up the
pace.  The backs of my thighs were aching.  I was just enough taller than
Tami that I had to squat a little to enter her, and after awhile it got
uncomfortable.

   Though not as uncomfortable as the cold hard ground beneath us.

   "If Orville were still around, do you think he'd be watching us?"

   If I live to be a hundred--and I plan to--I don't think I'll ever get a
stranger question during sex.

   "Orville didn't strike me as the voyeur type." I pulled my cock out of
her pussy and leaned back enough that I could rub it against the crack of
her butt, which let me straighten my legs for a few seconds.  Then I pushed
it between her thighs again.  I felt her hand grasp it and guide it once
more into her pussy as I pressed forward hard.

   "Isn't this the best place to...  you know."

   Tami amazed me.  I hoped she always would.  She had a cock buried in her
most private place and still didn't want to say the word 'fuck.'

   "If it wasn't forty degrees, it would be perfect," I agreed.

   We were standing in the middle of the clearing where I had played with
Alana.  Our jeans and underwear were draped around our ankles while we got
it on where--as Tami said--Alana didn't get any.

   I think the idea that she was doing something that Alana hadn't made it
even better for Tami.  The fact that we were doing it in a clearing where
someone could walk in on us at any time made it a little more risky for
both of us.  It was the spice for our lovemaking.

   I drove home again, and could feel my balls swell.  "I hope you're
almost there, because I..." I couldn't finish the sentence as I was hit
with the first wave of release.  Tami groaned, and I knew that her own
orgasm was flooding her at the same time.  I slowed and milked my cock in
her pussy.  I wondered if it was frustrating for my little swimmers to
search for a fertile egg that wasn't there.

   I pulled out of Tami and turned her to face me, then kissed her
forehead, her eyelids, her nose, and finally her mouth.  As our lips came
together her tongue probed forward and danced with mine.

   I was so lucky.  I couldn't imagine anything being better than this. 
Tami and I were so in synch that we came together more often than not. 
From my reading, both the erotic story sites and the sometimes more
accurate psychology and physiology research, I knew that was rare.  Of
course part of that was guys who finished and didn't care if the girl got
off or not.

   I pulled away from the kiss and looked Tami in the eye.  "Would you be
offended if I covered the little guy up?  Now that he's out of his nice
warm cave, he's freezing."

   "God, yes," she said and reached down to pull her clothes back on.

   I dressed quickly, took her hand, and we started walking back to the
park.

   Tami gave me a quirky smile.  "Did you ever think that outdoor sex in
Washington in October may not be the smartest thing we could do?"

   I grinned.  "The thought crossed my mind.  Especially when I was pulling
the little guy out of your pussy."

   Tami blushed, then grinned.  "I thought it Big Tony?"

   "Well, sometimes it's Big Tony, but after a couple of rounds with you,
it's just the little guy."

   "I'm sorry, little guy," she said and reached over and patted the crotch
of my jeans.  It didn't even stir.  "Just think of all the fun we could
have had while your parents were gone.  You could have farmed Traci off to
Ann's house, and I could have spent all night."

   "No, I couldn't."

   Tami giggled.  "No, you couldn't," she agreed.  "Tony you have a bad
case of responsibility.  Most kids our age would have gone crazy having the
house to themselves for four days--hell, most high schoolers would,
too--but not my Tony."

   It was the kind of comment that was insulting and complimentary at the
same time.  "I guess I'm too dull."

   "Oh boy!" she said, stopping and pulling me into another long kiss. 
"Not dull, just different," she added when we got our breath back.

   We walked down the trail until we came to the back of the trailer park.
Mr.  Lansing, who owned the trailer next to the trail, was just coming out
of his storage shed.  He smiled at us.  "And just what were you kids doing
in the woods by yourselves?" he asked with a slightly lecherous grin.

   "Just looking for owls," I told him and felt Tami squeeze my hand.

   Lansing nodded, obviously not believing me, then turned and locked up
the shed.

   "You miss him, don't you?" Tami asked.

   "Mr.  Lansing?"

   "No, Orville."

   "Yeah.  It was cool having him around, watching him fly.  Knowing that
he wasn't a pet, but was as free as I was."

   "Maybe free-er."

   I nodded.  "I've been thinking that I need to research owls on the
internet.  Maybe there's a way of..." I couldn't find the right word. 
Luring?  "...  inviting another one to the neighborhood."

   "That would be cool."

   I heard a car, turned, and saw Mr.  Billings turn his car onto Shirley
Temple Avenue, so I pulled Tami into another kiss and watched the annoyance
on his face as he edged around us.

   "That was for his benefit?"

   "He's old.  Almost fifty.  I figured he needed a thrill.  Besides, I
enjoyed it too.  Hopefully, you did too."

   "Any girl would have enjoyed that."

   Damn, why'd she have to put it just that way?

   "Tami, I kissed Robbie.  Or she kissed me.  We kissed."

   Tami's face went blank.  She pulled me over next to the pool's fence and
looked at me without any expression.  "And why are you telling me this?"

   "I don't want to hide anything from you."

   She nodded.  "Why'd you kiss her, or she kiss you?"

   "It was last Friday.  I was bummed about the game getting canceled and
we were talking and it just kind of happened."

   "Did you like it?"

   If ever there was a time to lie, this was it.  "Yeah, I did." I suppose
I could have mentioned that I liked it so much that I forgot Tami existed,
but I had to save something to talk about for when we're seventy and the
cable goes out.

   "Okay, does she kiss better than me?"

   A loaded question if ever there was one.  "Not better, not worse, just
different."

   Tami's stone face cracked, and she smiled.  "I can live with that." She
gave me a quick kiss.  "Don't make a habit of it, okay?"

   I nodded and she kissed me again, harder.

   I was thinking that Tami's mom wasn't home and usually didn't get home
until after seven on Fridays.  My parents wouldn't be expecting me until
dinner at six.  That gave us almost an hour and a half with no one home at
her house.

   "Speak if the devil," she said when her tongue was done tickling my
tonsils.

   I turned.  Robbie was in front of my trailer and headed this way.

   For a second, my mind flashed with an image of Robbie, Tami and an empty
bedroom fifty feet away.  Then other pictures pushed that out of my mind.
Would it be considered cowardly to go hide in my room right now?

   "Don't worry," Tami whispered, reading my thoughts.  "I like Robbie,
though if she goes around kissing my boyfriend I may have to have words
with her," she finished coldly.

   I wondered if words in that particular tone of voice involved bloodshed.

   "Have you heard?" Robbie yelled as she ran up he street toward us.

   I reached for Tami's hand, but she put it in her pocket.

   "Heard what?" I asked as she came to a stop in front of us.

   "We got picked."

   "Picked for what?" Tami asked.

   "The Halloween Bowl."

   Tami looked blankly at Robbie, then at me.

   I was confused.  "I thought that was just a rumor.  Something they were
talking about."

   "They stopped talking, and we're in." Robbie said smugly.

   I turned to Tami.  "The Halloween Bowl is something they've been talking
about doing for the last couple of years.  They were going to invite four
high school and four middle school teams for a kind of tournament."

   "And they picked us," Robbie added.

   "But you got beat by Apple Valley," Tami pointed out.

   "But they got beat by Gates and the State Boys school."

   "When?"

   "Next weekend.  We're gonna play at Husky Stadium at UW.  We'll go up on
Friday, play on Saturday, and then if we win, play again on Sunday."

   "Husky Stadium?" I said in awe.  Seventy-five thousand seats, not that
middle school or even high school football could fill them.

   "Yep.  They're gonna put us up at the Red Lion.  You poor slobs will be
four to a room, but I'll get a room all to myself."

   "I could share.  I wouldn't want our star quarterback getting lonely."
The words were out of my mouth before my brain could stop them.  Robbie
looked shocked, and I didn't dare turn to look at Tami.  Robbie didn't look
offended; more like...  apprehensive.

   Suddenly I felt Tami's arm slide around mine, then her hand find mine,
our fingers interlacing.  "Don't worry, I'm getting him fixed.  By Friday
night, he'll be safe."

   Robbie laughed.  "I have a feeling that he'll never be totally safe."

   Tami laughed and squeezed my hand.  "Not even with handcuffs, leg irons,
and a quirt."

   The two girls grinned at each other, and I wondered what I had gotten
myself into.



   Chapter 10

   "Can I sit here?"

   I looked up at Robbie.  "Sure I guess so." I'd been sitting by myself on
the bus heading for Seattle.  Most of the team were bunched up in the back,
talking loudly, but I hadn't been in the mood.  I was sitting by myself
near the front.  Tami had received a letter yesterday that upset her.  I
didn't know what it was about, and I wanted to give her space.  But I hated
to see her upset.

   "I'd offer a penny for your thoughts, but they look deep and meaningful.
I probably can't afford them," she said as she sat down.  "Thinking about
Tami, huh?"

   I nodded.  Most of my deep and meaningful thoughts in the last year had
been about Tami.  About how she was mad at me.  Or I was mad at her.  Or
being in love.  Or getting knocked up.

   "You told her, didn't you?" I looked up, confused.  "About the kiss?"
She seemed careful to say 'the' instead of your or my.

   I nodded.  "I don't like to hide things from her."

   Robbie nodded, a strand of hair falling across her right eye.  "She's
got you trained."

   That made me angry.  I wasn't whipped, I was in love.  There's a
difference, isn't there?  "I'm not trained.  I'm..." Hell, what was I?

   Robbie smiled.  "You're considerate.  Relax, I was just pulling your
chain."

   "Uh huh."

   "I figured you told her.  She was different the last couple of days."

   I looked at her and brushed the rebellious strand of hair back behind
her ear.  It may not have bothered her, but it bugged the hell out of me."

   "She wasn't mean, or nasty or anything.  Just different."

   I nodded.

   "I think we're friends, but with girls sometimes it's hard to tell."

   I grinned, and she grinned back.  I think girls' relationships with
girls are a lot more complicated than guys' with guys.  Maybe even more
complicated than guys with girls.

   "I think you're friends too, but what do I know?  I'm just a guy."

   "Yeah, you're simple-minded, but you have your uses.  Opening stubborn
jars, killing spiders, that sort of thing."

   "Thanks," I answered, though I had a feeling that she was speaking of my
entire gender.

   "She said I could kiss you, you know."

   "Excuse me?"

   "Tami.  She said I could kiss you."

   "When did she say that?"

   "Yesterday.  After school.  I saw her at her locker just before she
caught the bus."

   "She just--out of the blue--gave you permission to kiss me?"

   "Yep.  Pretty strange."

   I nodded.  "Is this kissing just for you, or is it open season?"

   "She didn't say.  Why, got somebody in mind?  I might get jealous."

   Before I could protest that I didn't have anyone in mind, my brain
dredged up images of Kelly, Alana, Mikee, Allie, and Paula.

   Robbie read my face.  "You do have someone in mind.  I am jealous."

   "Oh, shut up," I said and kissed her to end the discussion.  As my nose
rubbed against her cheek I could smell a faint aroma of cinnamon.  My lips
mashed against hers.  Her mouth was slightly open, and I could feel her
warm breath.  My mouth opened slightly, and her tongue surged in.

   I figured that Tami had given her permission to kiss me, so I had
permission to kiss her.  Of course using straight line logic with girls was
rarely a sure thing.  Hell, it was never a sure thing.

   "Hey guys!" I heard a voice above me.  "When your quarterbacks are
making out before the big game, is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

   I pulled away from Robbie and looked up.  Alex was leaning over the back
of the seat, and I could see several others moving towards us.

   "On our team, a good thing.  Everybody else's, very bad." Brian Green
clarified as he stood in the aisle next to us.

   "I guess this means that Tami is on the market?" somebody in back said.

   "Probably not.  I think Tony's building a harem." Brian made motions
toward the back of the bus.  "Come on, lets give them their space."

   I always liked Brian.

   When we were alone again, Robbie kissed me gently on the lips.  "Am I
part of your harem?"

   This is not a question you hear often.  Or that anybody has taught me
how to answer.  I decided to do what any other red-blooded American boy
would do in this situation.  Stall.

   I reached behind her, picked her up, and set her in my lap.  As my lips
met hers again, my hand found it's way to her breast.

   I kneaded her tit beneath her t-shirt and sports bra for almost a minute
before she pulled my hand away.  She didn't seem offended.  "Slow down,
tiger," she whispered in my ear.  "We have two coaches and a chaperon about
four seats away, and we've already been the center of attention.

   I nodded and kissed her again, a little less desperately this time.

   I wondered if Tami would let me have a harem?



   Chapter 11

   "You slept with her," Tami accused.

   "Kinda," I admitted.

   Tami's face kind of dissolved.  "That's okay.  I'm not mad.  I
understand.  You're a boy; you couldn't help yourself."

   "You said I could kiss her."

   "I know," she admitted.  I think she was holding back a sob.

   I reached for her, but she pulled away.  The silence was like a wall
between us.  It filled her living room and felt like it was smothering me.

   "If you didn't want me to, why'd you say I could?" I had an urge to
stomp my foot as I said that.  Hell, I had an urge to lie on my stomach and
kick and scream and throw a hell of a tantrum.

   "I...  I figured you were going away with her for the whole weekend, and
you get so...  so..."

   "Horny?" I supplied.

   She smiled weakly.  "I thought this way you wouldn't have to lie or
anything.  You wouldn't have to cheat."

   I reached forward, grabbed her, and pulled her into a hug.  She
struggled, but not too hard.  I looked down into her eyes--damn, I could
lose myself in there--and smiled.  "That is one of the sweetest things
anyone has ever said to me." I closed the distance between our faces and
kissed her nose gently, barely brushing it with my lips.  "And one of the
strangest." I bit her on the nose and let go of her.

   In science class that afternoon we'd watched a video about the science
of cosmology.  A group of scientist trying to fathom the secrets of the
universe.  They just didn't want to tackle the tough question: how women
think.

   "I'm sorry that you have so little respect for me that you don't think I
can make it through the weekend without attacking a pretty..." I decided to
rub it in.  "No, a beautiful girl.  I appreciated the permission, even if
it wasn't sincere."

   "I...  I...  You're changing the subject."

   "No, same subject, different point of view.  You said I could kiss
Robbie.  What did you think would happen?"

   "I don't know.  I figured you'd kiss her and not like it and come back
to me."

   "Well, I kissed her and I loved it.  It was great.  And I came back to
you."

   "She was great?" Tami asked in a small voice.

   "Kissing Robbie was an experience."

   "I...  I see."

   "No, I don't think you do.  I kissed Robbie and I loved it.  I've kissed
you, and I love that too.  In fact, I'd love to kiss you right now, but I'm
not sure I'd get my tongue back.  Kissing Robbie, even kissing Robbie and
liking it, doesn't make me..." I almost said love, but so many guys use the
word that it doesn't mean anything.  "...  feel any different about you."

   She was softening.  I was getting through to her.  Then she stiffened as
if someone had driven a steel bar up her ass.

   "But you slept with her!"

   "How do you know?"

   "I heard Paul talking to David about it.  Besides you admitted it."

   "I ad..."

   "You fucked the bitch!" she shouted.

   "No, I didn't," I said as coldly as I could.

   "Liar!  Get out!"

   Sometimes I think that sex and love just aren't worth the price of
associating with the opposite sex.

   "Tami..."

   "I said, get out!"

   "God damn it!" Now I was shouting.  I lowered my voice and grabbed her.
I swung her down to the floor and sat on her hips.  She started beating on
my chest with her fists, but I grabbed them and held them to the floor.

   "Now, you're going to listen."

   "You're just as bad as my da..." She clamped her mouth shut and stared
at me.  If looks could kill, those eyes were weapons of mass destruction.

   "One.  Robbie is a friend of mine.  I don't like you calling her a
bitch."

   "I don't care what you like," she said through clenched teeth as she
struggled.

   "She's a friend of yours, too."

   Tami stopped struggling and just glared.

   "Two.  I said I slept with her.  I didn't say I fucked her."

   "What the fuck are you talking about?"

   I hated it when Tami was crude.  "Achtung!  Class is in session.  Please
define slept with?"

   "You fucked her.  You slammed your nasty little cock into her smelly
pussy."

   "Wrong!" And I deeply resented the word little.  "Try again.  "Slept is
a past tense of what verb?"

   "What the hell are you talking about?"

   "I got news for you lady.  We're not getting up until you pass this
class, so if you want to stay like this for a couple of hours and then
explain to your mother just how you got there..."

   "You can't."

   I grinned.

   "I hate you."

   "That's too bad.  I love you." There, I said it.  And I realized that I
meant it.

   Tami stopped struggling but continued to glare at me.  "Slept.  It's a
past tense of sleep."

   "Okay, please define sleep?"

   "A state of rest or unconsciousness."

   "Tami, I slept with Robbie." I rolled off her and was out the door
before she could say a word.

   "Can I talk to you?"

   I stood at the door, not opening it further and making no move to come
outside.  "Sure."

   "Could we, uh, take a walk."

   "Is there going to be yelling or screaming involved?"

   "I promise," she said and made a cross over her left tit.  She wasn't
wearing a bra, and the nipple poked at the fabric of her t-shirt in the
cool night air.  Definitely an unfair advantage.

   I looked at Mom and pointed outside, she nodded and went back to
explaining something to Traci about her homework.  I thought about a
jacket, but it wasn't that cold.  Besides if Tami could wander around in a
t-shirt, I wasn't going to look like a wimp.

   I stepped out and closed the door.

   We walked toward the highway.  Tami didn't say a word, and I just
enjoyed the night.  It was clear, not a cloud in the sky and no moon, so
there were millions of stars.  Sometimes walking under the stars at night,
next to one you love, it's hard to remember that the lights in the sky are
stars, great balls of gas, with planets and maybe even boy and girls
looking up at their sky.  Well, maybe not boys and girls; young male and
female whatevers.

   We turned north on Annette Funicello before Tami spoke.

   "I'm sorry I got mad."

   "It's okay.  It happens," I said generously.

   "You didn't sleep with Robbie."

   "I already told you I did."

   "I..."

   I stopped, put my hands on her shoulders and turned her to face me. 
"Tami, euphemisms get you in trouble.  If you have a question, ask it."

   "Did you have sex wi...  fuck Robbie?"

   "Is it any of your business?"

   "I guess not," she said dropping her head.

   I put my finger on her chin and lifted her head until we were looking
each other in the eyes.  "No.  I did not fuck, hump, screw, have
intercourse with, or know in the biblical sense Roberta Elizabeth Marie
Tate."

   "Oh."

   "But I have fucked, humped, screwed, had intercourse with, and known in
the biblical sense Tamarone Elizabeth Sharp.  And hope to repeat the
experience many many more times."

   Tami giggled.  "We both have the same middle name."

   "No you don't.  Yours in Elizabeth, and hers is Elizabeth Marie."

   Tami giggled again.  "And we both have great taste in men."

   I decided to forgive her for calling Big Tony nasty and little.

   "Can I ask you something?" she asked quietly after we'd started walking
again.

   "You can ask me anything, anytime.  I will never lie to you.  I may
evade.  I may mislead.  I may outright stonewall.  But I will never lie to
you."

   Tami giggled.  "Why did you sleep with Robbie?"

   "So many choices," I mused.  "Should I evade?  Or prevaricate?  Or
stonewall?  Or change the subject so subtly that you don't even notice? 
For you, milady, the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, as
Perry Mason would say.  I went to talk to her.  It was after the coach did
bed check, so I had to be sneaky.  When I came back, Paul and the other
idiots in my room had locked me out.  So I slept with Robbie.  Her under
the covers, and me on top."

   "You could have slept under the covers.  I would have trusted you."

   I remembered our conversation this afternoon and decided that sometimes
silence makes the best answer.  Besides, I'm not sure I would have trusted
me.

   "Did you kiss her?"

   "Before or after climbing into bed with her?"

   "Before," Tami said with just a slight hesitation.

   "This would be a great example of a time to stonewall." From the corner
of my eye, I saw Tami pout just a little.  "Both.  I kissed her when I went
to her room.  And I kissed her when I came back.  Then I kissed her
goodnight after we got into bed."

   "Just goodnight?"

   "Are you sure you want to know?"

   "No, that's okay."

   I could tell she meant it.

   "Just goodnight."

   "Are you going to kiss her again?"

   "Has anybody ever told you that you're nosy?"

   "All the time," she said with a hint of remorse.

   I grinned.  "That depends.  Did that permission of yours have an
expiration on it?"

   She looked startled.  I'd caught her off-guard.  She thought about as we
turned back onto Shirley Temple and started toward her house.

   "Nope as long as you kiss me more and better."

   "Done." I pulled her into the shadow in front of Alana's trailer and
kissed her more and better.



   Chapter 12

   "What?" I snapped at the closed door.

   The door opened and Traci stuck her head in.  "I just wanted..."

   "What?" I snapped again.

   "I just wanted to tell you, there was a phone call," she blurted out and
closed the door quickly.

   I stared at my bedroom door and realized that Traci hadn't deserved
that. She'd actually been a pretty good sister since Mom and Dad had gotten
trapped on the other side of the pass.

   Hell, I'd been in such a funk I hadn't even realized that the phone had
rung.  If I'd snapped at Mom or Dad like that, it would not be a very happy
new year.

   I looked at the computer screen.  I'd written three words.  A quick look
at the clock told me that I'd been sitting here for two-and-a-half hours.
That was a whole word every fifty minutes.  If you figured approximately
five hundred words to the page, I could have my history paper done in
eighty-six-and-a-half days.  Which would only be seventy-four days late.

   I stood and started toward the phone in the kitchen, then changed my
mind.  I went back to Traci's room and knocked.

   "Yes?"

   I opened the door and stuck my head in, half expecting some kind of
flying object to smack me in the face.  "Sorry, squirt.  I shouldn't have
snapped at you like that."

   "No, you shouldn't," she agreed with a big smile.

   "Thanks for telling me about the phone.  I was just in a bad mood
because..."

   "I understand."

   And I think she did too.  I smiled at her and pulled the door closed.

   In the kitchen, I picked up the phone.  "Hi, it's Tony."

   "Tony!  What's the weather doing there?"

   Who the hell was calling for a weather report?

   The phone in the kitchen was old-fashioned.  It had a cord, but a long
one.  I held the phone against my ear and stepped to the back door.  As I
opened it, a large snowflake landed on my nose.

   "Snowing.  But just lightly," I told the voice as I surveyed the white
and green mosaic of my lawn.

   "It's snowing here too.  But really hard.  Almost a blizzard."

   "Mrs.  Sharp?"

   "Yes.  Oh, you didn't realize who it was.  Sorry about that."

   "Where are you?"

   "Wenatchee.  I don't think I'll be able to get home tonight."

   "Don't risk it if the roads are bad.  Tami can stay here."

   "You're sure it's all right?"

   "Mom said anytime."

   "That's such a relief.  You'll go get her?"

   "I don't think she's home."

   "Where...  ?"

   "I think she's still at the dance."

   "The dance?  What time is it?"

   I looked at the clock over the stove.  "Just a little after ten."

   "She should be home."

   Silently I agreed with that but said, "I think the dance goes till
eleven."

   "Oh."

   "I'll walk over now and leave her a note.  Then I'll watch for her."

   "You're an angel."

   "Remember that the next time you catch us kissing on the couch."

   She laughed.  "Part devil too.  I guess they balance."

   "I try."

   She laughed again.  "I have my cell if she needs me.  Thanks again."

   I hung up and walked into the living room.  Mom was sitting on Dad's
lap. I wished they'd act their ages.  "We're taking in strays again."

   Mom laughed.  "Where's Bonny stuck this time?"

   "Wenatchee.  She says it's really coming down."

   "Yeah, they just had a weather watch about it," Dad agreed.  I looked
over at the TV.  They were watching 'My Best Friend's Wedding, ' and there
was a banner on the bottom of the screen about road conditions.

   "You going to go get her?" Mom asked.

   "We'll time you," Dad added and looked at his wrist, though he wasn't
wearing his watch.

   "I don't think she's back from the dance yet.  I was going to leave her
a note, then watch for her."

   They both nodded, then turned their attention back to the movie and
started cuddling.  Parents!

   I quickly wrote a note for Tami, then pulled on shoes and a jacket and
headed for her house.  This was one of the best things that could have
happened, I decided.  It had been a great year until tonight, and I didn't
want to go into Christmas and the new year in a bad mood.  This would clear
the air.

   I remembered standing by my locker at school that afternoon when Tami
had told me that she was going to the dance tonight with Peter King.  I'd
felt like the linoleum floor beneath me had suddenly become quicksand.

   "Why?"

   "Well he's a sophomore and it's a high school dance, and I just want to
try it."

   "But I thought...  I mean, you and me...  ?"

   "Don't you mean, you, me and Robbie?"

   That had stopped me cold.  Since the Halloween football game I'd made
out with the red-headed girl half a dozen times.  The day after
Thanksgiving she'd visited, and I kissed her hard, right in front of Tami,
then kissed Tami just as hard.  Even with all our clothes on it was a wet
dream come true.

   "Or maybe, you and me and Mikee and Kelly?" Tami added.

   About once a week Tami had brought one or both of the girls for a visit
with me, either at my house or hers.  I didn't know exactly what the
arrangement was between the three girls, but the younger ones never
approached me by themselves anymore.

   Tami would sit in the living room, waiting, then ask, "Was it good?"
when they'd finished.

   Then a week ago, I'd been fucking Tami doggie-style, trying to time my
rhythm to Stonewalk by Exchange.  I'd read in a story somewhere that it was
perfect background music for doggie-style.  I'd decided that I had a
different internal rhythm than Jimmy, when in the middle of a thrust Tami
said, "Mikee wants to know when you're gonna make her a woman." I'd cum on
the spot.  Tami needed to work on her sense of timing.

   I hated liars and hypocrites and realized that I'd become the latter.

   "Have a good time at the dance."

   There was a blue Camaro parked in front of the pool.  I wondered who was
visiting Alana.

   The house was dark and the door locked when I arrived, but I knew where
they kept the spare key and let myself in.

   I stood in the dark living room and contemplated where to put the note.
The coffee table, the front of the refrigerator, or on Tami's bed.

   I'd just decided to stand it up against her mother's cut glass flower
holder on the coffee table when I heard the noise.

   I cocked my head and listened.  A small moan and the squeak of a bed.  I
wondered if Tami had come home not feeling well.

   I started back when I heard a boy's voice say, "Now you're gonna find
out what real fucking is all about."

   I stopped dead in the hallway.  I knew I should leave, but couldn't make
my feet move.  There was a sliver of light in the hallway, where Tami's
door wasn't completely shut.

   "It's so big.  I've never seen one so big."

   I took a deep breath and commanded my feet to take me home.  Instead
they carried me forward until I could look through the crack in the door.
Tami was naked on her back on her bed, legs up in the air.  Peter King had
his pants and underwear around his ankles and was moving forward toward her
pussy.  I couldn't see his cock, but I didn't care how big it was anyway.

   I shut my eyes and slowly turned back to the living room.  I propped the
note against the thin vase and quietly let myself out the door.

   An hour later I was staring at the same three words on my computer
screen when there was a knock on my door.  I started to snap 'What?' but
took a deep breath instead.  There was a second knock.  "Come in."

   "Hi." Tami looked beautiful, wearing her dress for the dance.  "I got
your note."

   "Good." I turned back to the computer and started typing.  At least now
the words flowed.

   The Bay of Pigs was another in a long list of examples that would
culminate with the Vietnam war, of politicians trying to run military
operations with political instead of tactical or strategic goals.

   "What's that?"

   "My history paper for Mr.  Tocci."

   "Lighten up.  It's not due till after vacation.  Today's the first day
of Christmas break.

   I grinned in spite of myself.  "The first night actually."

   "How many guys do you think are working on the history paper tonight?"

   "Counting me, one."

   "You know what they say, all work and no play make Tony a dull boy."

   "I thought that was Jack."

   "Jack died of stress and fatigue."

   I clicked on the save icon and turned off my computer.  "I guess I had
nothing better to do.  It's not like I had a dance to go to."

   I hated myself as soon as the words were out of my mouth.  I was being
the hypocrite that I hated so much.

   "Sorry, I didn't mean that.  How was the dance, anyway?"

   "About the same as one of ours." Tami stepped up to me, spun my chair
toward her, and plopped in my lap.  "Except my favorite guy wasn't there."

   "So, did he want to make out after the dance?"

   Tami hesitated ever so slightly.  "No, he just kissed me once."

   "So you didn't fuck him?"

   "Tony!  It was our first date!"

   "I seem to remember that we did a lot of stuff, even fucked, before we
had a first real date." I laid my hand on her leg below the knee and slowly
slid it up under her dress to her thigh.

   "That was different.  That was you."

   "So you didn't fuck him?"

   "No!  I'd never fuck Peter.  I..."

   I stood up abruptly.  I reached out and didn't so much as catch Tami as
deflect her toward the bed.

   "I made the bed, clean sheets and the whole works.  If you need
anything, let me know.  Good night."
   I stepped out and closed the door behind me.