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   Chapter 11

   "And how are we this morning?" I asked as Tami and I walked up the hall.
Robbie was standing by her locker.

   "Fine.  Dad drove me to school."

   "And what's the reading on the bitchiness meter?"

   Robbie looked slightly annoyed.  "About a two.  I'm good."

   "You don't want to hit, kick, or strangle anyone?"

   "Tony, I said I was sorry."

   "It's not that.  It's just that football practice has been canceled for
today.  You won't have a chance to work out your aggressions."

   "Tami's going to be a widow if you don't lay off.  It's been a week. 
Forgive and forget."

   "Oh, I forgave you last Monday.  But I have a memory like an aardvark."

   "An aardvark?"

   "Elephants remember a long time.  Aardvarks remember forever."

   Both girls gave me funny looks.

   I grinned.  "But the good news is, we have an appointment with Mr. 
McCoy after school."

   "When did you set that up?"

   "Let's see, the bus got here about eight minutes ago.  Kevin told me
about practice about six minutes ago, some kind of teacher's meeting.  So
about four minutes ago, Tami and I went to the office and called Mr. 
McCoy. Then about two minutes ago, we walked over here, and here we are.

   "You're annoying," Robbie said with a smile.

   "But cute."

   "Too cute for your own good," Tami said from beside me.

   "I know," I said and flinched as Tami punched me in one arm and Robbie
the other.  "Ow."

   "Why do you put up with him?  Robbie asked.

   "I do it for humanity.  If I dump him, some poor innocent girl will get
stuck with him.  Besides, he makes me laugh."

   I suppose there are worse epitaphs.

   "So what do you think?" Robbie asked as we stood outside the middle
school waiting for our rides.

   I squeezed Tami's hand as I looked at Robbie.  "I think Mr.  McCoy's
right.  We should e-mail ASCAP and get good information, but if it's fifty
dollars a day like he thought, that could get real expensive real fast.

   "Yeah, eight to ten songs, that's five hundred bucks a day."

   "Twelve songs."

   "Twelve?" she asked looking at me funny.

   "That's what we figured when we wrote it."

   "Wrote what?"

   "The musical, of course," Tami said with a smile.

   "You wrote an entire musical in a week?"

   I grinned.  "Over the weekend, actually.  Tami, Traci, and the girls
helped."

   "And you were going to tell me, when?"

   "Now."

   "You wrote an entire musical over the weekend," Robbie repeated to
herself.

   "Well, I came up with a storyline, then all the girls helped me find
songs to fit the story, then we just had to write dialog to connect the
songs together."

   "Twelve songs," Robbie repeated.

   "Yep, though that could change.  Right now we have one male and three
female singing parts and one female and three male non-singing parts."

   "Don't forget the angel," Tami reminded.

   "Oh yeah, we have an angel that could be a boy or a girl.  We don't have
a song for him/her now, but we'd like one.  We'll probably have to write it
ourselves.  We can steal somebody's music and do new lyrics.

   "I still can't believe you wrote an entire musical in one weekend."

   "Well, the school has to submit an entry for the contest on November
third.  That gives us less than two months to put everything together."

   "It was nice of Mr.  McCoy to say he'd help with the musicians and
everything," Tami added.

   "That'll help a lot," I agreed.  "How many do you think we'll need?" I
asked Robbie.

   "How should I know?  I didn't even know we had a play already."

   I grinned and nodded to Tami.  She took off her backpack and pulled out
a sheaf of papers and handed them to Robbie.

   Robbie looked down at the papers in her hand.  Forty-two pages, single
spaced, and that didn't include the lyrics of the songs, just the titles.
"I've talked to Sally and Chad, and they're in.  Toby said he'd think about
it.  Do we need more?"

   "Well a hundred piece orchestra would be nice, but we can probably get
by with three.  That gives us piano, guitar and drums," I said.

   "A violin would be nice, maybe a trumpet." Tami mused.

   "You know, Mr.  McCoy knows almost everybody in the high school and
middle school.  He'll have suggestions."

   Tami and I nodded.

   Robbie looked down at the stack of paper in her hand again as her dad
drove up.  "Do I get to know the name of our musical?"

   Tami and I looked at each other and grinned.  "Well, at the moment I'm
calling it Love Stories," I said.

   "And I'm calling it Work in Progress," Tami added.

   "So officially, it's Untitled Project," I concluded.

   "Works for me," Robbie said as she got in the car with her dad.



   Chapter 12

   "Tell Tami I'll be there in a few minutes."

   Robbie followed my gaze up into the stands.

   "You'll never change," she accused.

   I grinned.  "Do you really want me too?"

   She cocked her head to the side.  "Not sure."

   I walked to the end of the bleachers, all the way to the top, over to
the middle and started back down again.

   "You don't look happy," I said as I came up behind her.

   "Huh?" She'd been staring at the field, which, since practice had ended
fifteen minutes ago, meant she was staring into space.

   "I figure you have to be a spy for the Timberwolves."

   "What?" She looked over her shoulder at me.

   "The Timberwolves.  You're scouting us."

   "Why would I do that?"

   "Well you don't go to school here.  Why else would you be watching our
practice?"

   "I do too go to school here," she said, shaking her head.  Her blond
hair was almost shorter than mine, so it didn't shake much.  "And I was
watching the cheerleaders, not the Cro-Magnons."

   "Cute and smart too."

   "That is so sexist.  I...  How'd you know I was smart?" she said finally
turning around and look at me.

   "Most people would have said Neanderthal.  And I still don't believe you
go to school here."

   "I suppose you know every girl in the school."

   "Pretty much." Then I added, "Definitely the cute ones," to annoy her.

   "Argh."

   "When did you start?" I asked, to change the subject.

   "Monday."

   "Are you a cheerleader?"

   "I was 'til Monday," she said bitterly.  "Now I can't try out until
spring."

   "Bummer."

   Bummer?  I can't believe I said bummer.  I never say bummer.

   "Your folks move here for a job?  You'll like it once you get used to
it."

   "No, mom got married.  And no, I don't think I'm going to like it here."

   "Sorry to hear that."

   "That mom got married?"

   "No, that you're not going to like it here."

   "You should be sorry that my mom got married."

   "Why, she marry a jerk?  Or don't you want her to be happy?"

   "Of course I want her to be happy!  And Steve's an okay guy, I guess."

   "Well, I guess, I don't see your problem."

   "It's probably stupid, but everything changed.  We moved here.  It's a
new house.  New school.  I even got a new brother and sister."

   "Well, all I can tell you is that change isn't always a bad thing.  I
moved here two and a half years ago.  And I thought my life was over.  I
mean, my school, all my friends, were back in California.  But things have
turned out pretty good.  I'm Tony Sims, by the way."

   "I know."

   "You do?"

   "Yeah, you got pointed out to me yesterday."

   "I did?"

   "She said you were a pretty good guy."

   "Who?"

   "Allie Smidt."

   "That explains it.  She lies."

   "She also said you were cute."

   "She only lies part of the time.  Do you have a name?"

   "Darlene Carter."

   "Well, Darlene Carter, welcome to my school."

   "It's your school, is it?"

   "Pretty much."

   "Now, I'm really depressed."

   I grinned.  "So your plan is to sit and watch the cheerleaders practice
until spring and be depressed."

   "Why do you care?"

   I shrugged.

   "Just what I need.  A teenaged Casanova who thinks he's sensitive."

   I stepped down to her level and held out my hand.  "Come on."

   "Where?"

   "Well, I don't want you catching cold sitting here alone in the
bleachers.  Besides, I thought you might like to meet my girlfriend."

   "Your girlfriend?"

   "Yeah, she's waiting for me out in the parking lot."

   "I don't..." She blinked and reached out and let me pull her to her
feet.

   "You wouldn't believe how long I've been trying to find the right girl
for a threesome."

   She stepped back away from me.  "You're kidding?"

   I grinned and waved down the stairs.  "Ask her."

   Darlene blushed, but started down the steps.  I fell in beside her. 
"You'll like Tami, she's really cute."

   "So is that my replacement?" Tami asked as we sat in the back seat.  Mom
had just dropped off Robbie and Darlene, who hadn't had a ride.

   "You can never be replaced," I whispered.  Then, while my mouth was
close to her ear, I kissed it.  "I figured she can be the backup reserve,
in case you get sick or go shopping in Seattle, or something.

   "That's what I like about you, always thinking ahead." Tami turned her
head and kissed me hard, letting her tongue slip into my mouth.

   "Hey, Mom in the car," Mom said from the front seat.  "Try to keep it
G-rated."

   I pulled away from Tami with a grin as Mom turned into the trailer park.

   "Did you notice where we dropped Darlene off?" Tami asked.

   "A house.  I think it was grey."

   "It was Mike Reed's house."

   "Oh.  She said she got a new brother and sister when her mom got
married, I didn't ask who."

   "If she got Mike as a step-brother, she has a right to be depressed."

   "You got that right." Mike had been the starting quarterback last year
as a sophomore and again this year, and was full of himself.  "Mike's a
great athlete but needs work as a human being."

   "Unh huh.  But the good news is, she gets to be your backup reserve
girlfriend."

   "I do what I can," I said pompously.  I wasn't quick enough to duck the
hand that slapped the back of my head.

   "Is your mom home?" I asked as Tami opened the door after dinner.

   "No, she had to work late again.  She won't be home till eleven."

   "Then you should invite me in, and we can be typical unsupervised
teenagers," I said with a leer.

   "What's gotten in to you?  The new girl?"

   "No, what's gotten into me is having the sexiest girlfriend in the
county and not being able to touch her in days because too many people were
around."

   "Well, hold that thought, tiger, cause you can't come in."

   "I can't?"

   "'Fraid not.  Talked to mom on the phone a little while ago.  She said I
could take a fifteen minute walk with you tonight, but that's it."

   "What'd I do?" I asked innocently.

   "Not you.  Me." Tami blushed.  "I'm kinda failing Spanish.  I got a D on
the first test and an F on this one.  Mom said no Tony until I'm passing."

   "I knew that backup reserve girlfriend was a good idea."

   Tami stuck her tongue out.

   "I could help."

   "You don't take Spanish, and you speak half a dozen words at most.

   "I can count to ten," I said helpfully.

   "That's a big help.  So you want to take a walk, before I hit the
books?"

   "I've got a better idea.  Your mom's not home..."

   I could see the look on Tami's face as she waited for me to suggest that
what her mom didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

   "Let's go see Paula," I finished.

   "Paula?"

   "Paula." I said firmly.  The way that Tami read my mind sometimes, it
was nice to surprise her now and then.  Actually the look on her face was
beyond surprise.  What's the hyperbole of surprise?  Astonishment?

   "Paula aced Spanish the last three years.  So we go over and I talk her
into giving you a little help."

   "What's that got to do with mom not being home?"

   "While you're getting smarter, I grab Mikee and bring her back to your
empty house."

   "And Robbie wonders why I put up with you."

   I grinned and held out my hand.  "Shall we?"



   Chapter 13

   "You do realize that Tony wrote himself into kissing four different
girls?" Robbie pointed out suspiciously.

   "I noticed that," Tami said, giving me a small glare.

   "I did?" I gave them my innocent face.  It usually worked with Mom. 
"How'd that happen?"

   They ignored me.

   "He wanted to make it six," Traci pointed out helpfully, just when I was
starting to like her.

   "Or seven," Mikee added.

   I was thinking about making a break for it.

   It was Saturday afternoon, and we were all sitting in my living room
again.  I was in Dad's chair with Tami on my lap.  Robbie was sitting in
the other chair with her new laptop in her lap, making notes.  Traci,
Mikee, and Kelly were sharing the sofa.

   "Let's get back to business," I said, trying to change the subject. 
"We've got until Friday."

   Mr.  Mulino had decided that all the projects had to be organized by
Friday, with major casting, stage plans and budgets.  When he saw how many
there were, he'd decide if all of them got to stage their productions, or
just a couple.

   So far, we were sure that Tommy and Kirk were going to do musicals.  And
Leslie Villers was talking about a comedy.  And the rumor was that Jimmy
Waters and Angelina Gomez had talked about doing something.

   We were guessing that Mulino might let three projects stage.  So if
there were six, half would get eliminated just on their plans.  We didn't
want to be in that half.  We thought that doing an original production
might give us a little edge, but a very little one.

   "The things we need to decide right now are cast and musicians," Robbie
said.

   "That means the first decision is whether you want to be girl number
one, girl number two, girl number three, or the angel," I told her.

   "What if I want to be the nurse?"

   "Why do you think we made the nurse a non-singing role?" Tami said and
we both grinned.

   Robbie stuck her tongue out at us.  "The angel would be a good role if
you come up with some decent songs for her."

   "I'm workin' on it." I'd done three so far, stealing music and writing
my own words, but nothing I'd admit to yet.

   "That or girl number one."

   "That's kinda what we were figuring."

   "Are you going to give her a name, or is she going to stay girl number
one to save money in the budget."

   Tami and I looked at each other.  "We work our fingers to the bone
writing a musical..." I lamented.

   "And all we get is sarcasm," Tami finished.

   Robbie looked up at the ceiling.

   "Actually, we thought we'd let the cast choose their own names for their
characters."

   "That's kind of cool," Robbie agreed.

   Tami held her hand to the side of her mouth, as if to keep me from
hearing.  "Actually, we couldn't agree on any of the names."

   Robbie smiled.  "Any ideas for girl number two?"

   "Well, she has to be cute," I said, holding up one finger.

   "Unh huh," Tami agreed with a sharp look at me.  "And she has to sing.
She has two songs."

   "Yep," I agreed, holding up a second finger.  "Oh, and she has to have
an even cuter sister named Kelly." I held up a third finger.

   "WHAT?" Mikee exploded as Kelly giggled.

   "Can she sing?" Robbie asked with a wicked grin.

   "Not a clue, but she's cute, and she has the right sister."

   "I can't..." Mikee sputtered.

   "Think we should have her audition?" Robbie asked.

   "Her singing or the casting couch?" I said, before remembering that
Traci was here too.

   Traci smiled, thinking I was joking.

   "Can you sing?" Tami asked Mikee.

   "I..."

   "She sings great," Kelly said quickly.  "She did a solo in the fourth
grade.

   "Fine," I agreed.  "Then who do we get for girl number three?"

   "Don't I get a choice?" Mikee asked, red-faced.

   "Nope," Robbie told her.  "Now about girl number three?"

   "Who do we know whose cute, has short blond hair, and goes out with
Brian Lake?" I asked.

   "You mean Paula Grey?"

   "That's a great idea, Robbie.  I never would have thought of her."

   Robbie shrugged.  "I still don't know why you put with him."

   Tami kissed me on the cheek.  "He's predictable.  Can she sing?"

   "With her body, nobody will care."

   I really should have anticipated the elbow in the stomach.  I'd seen Mom
do it to Dad enough.  "Ooofff!"

   "I was thinking of Rachel Lewis," Tami said.

   "She's cute too," I agreed.  "But her boobs aren't..." A look from Tami
and I shut up.

   "Gina Richards or Callie Shaw might be good too," Robbie added.

   "Callie's going out with Kirk," Tami pointed out.  "She's probably
taken.

   Robbie nodded.  "What about the three guys?"

   "We kind of thought we could let girls one, two, and three choose their
own."

   "That could work," Robbie agreed.  "Mikee, who would you like for your
man?"

   "You mean, now I get a choice?"

   I sighed.  "Mikee, would you like to be in our musical?"

   "I guess," she said in a small voice.  "Paul Tucker."

   "For your guy?" she nodded.  Paul was a freshman on the JV team.

   "Robbie, what about you?  Somebody cute and cuddly?" Tami asked.

   "Ryan French." Ryan was a junior and a bit of a geek.  I had a feeling
that Robbie saw him as a project.  "But I've decided to be the angel.  And
my songs better be good."

   "So Ryan is just cute and cuddly, but not for the show?" I clarified.

   Robbie grinned and nodded.

   "So lets move Mikee to girl number one, and we'll try to recruit Paula,
Rachel or Gina for girls two and three." Tami said

   "Works for me."

   "Me, too," Robbie said.

   "Now the music."

   "I think I should go talk to Mr.  McCoy on Monday while you two are at
practice," Tami suggested.  "I'll give him our list of songs and see what
he thinks we need.  Then see if he has any suggestions."

   "Sounds good," Robbie agreed.

   "Sounds like we got the major stuff taken care of," I said.  "I vote we
have a make-out break." I leaned forward and welded my face to Tami's.

   The girls all watched for a minute.

   "I move we have Tony neutered," Robbie said.  "All in favor?"

   At least Tami didn't put her hand up.  And Kelly hesitated.

   "Well, if that's the way you want to be," I said when I came up for air.
"I'll run over and see Paula and ask her about being in the show."

   Tami looked at me, then Robbie.  "Is it too late to change my vote?"



   Chapter 14

   There was a knock on my door.

   "Come," I yelled without looking up.

   Traci stuck her head in the door.  "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

   "Sure," I said, still concentrating on the computer monitor.  "Just let
me finish this page." I was about a half page from the bottom, and it took
me about four minutes to finish and hit save.

   "What can I do for..." I started as I swivelled around to look at her.
"What the hell are you wearing?"

   Traci blushed.  "I've got a date.  It's okay."

   Traci was wearing tight hip-hugger pants and an even tighter shirt that
left several inches of her stomach exposed.  She looked somewhere between
Hilary Duff and Britney Spears.

   "You're going out like that?  Does Mom know?"

   Traci set her face.  "Mom knows.  She didn't say anything."

   "Probably in shock."

   "Tony, Mom realizes that I'm growing up.  Why can't you?"

   "I do realize that you're in the seventh grade now, but..." I waved my
hand down and up again encompassing her outfit.

   "You wouldn't complain if Tami wore this."

   I grinned, enjoying the picture of Tami dressed this way.  "When was the
last time you saw Tami dress like a...  ?" I wanted to say slut, but
decided against it.  "Or Robbie?  Or Mikee for that matter?"

   "Paula does."

   "Paula's a junior and a different person."

   "You can't tell me how to dress."

   "I..." Damn, she was right.  But I didn't have to like it.  "Okay."

   Traci looked like she had won the argument and turned to leave.

   "Didn't you want to talk to me?"

   "Oh, yeah.  Uh, Robbie was saying something about maybe having a couple
of woodwinds in your show."

   News to me.  "Okay?"

   "I was kinda thinking that maybe...  I mean...  if you...  I could..."

   Oh, God.  Traci played the saxophone.  Badly!

   "Well, it's a high school play."

   "Tami said that since it's a student production, the rules didn't say it
had to be all high school."

   Mental note, glue Tami's lips together.  No, that would interfere with
other activities.  Maybe I could have her vocal cords surgically removed.

   "I just don't think..."

   "Okay," she said and her face fell.  "I understand."

   I felt like I'd just taken a candy cane from a baby.

   Mom looked in.  "Tony, could I see you in the kitchen for a minute?"

   "Just a sec," I said.  I turned back to Traci.  "So who are you going
out with?" I asked, trying to make her forget about the play.

   "Casey Morgan," she mumbled.  "I'd better finish getting ready." She
shuffled away.

   I watched her go, then stood and walked to the kitchen.

   "What can I do for you, mother of mine?"

   "Do you think that's totally fair?"

   "Uh, what?"

   "Blowing off your sister like that."

   "I, uh..."

   "I'm not saying you have to let her be in your musical.  I just asked if
you were fair."

   "Mom, have you heard her play?"

   "Yes!  Have you?"

   "Of course I have.  She's really bad."

   Mom arched her eyebrow.

   "She is," I said in my defense

   "And when was the last time you listened to her?"

   "Just last..." When was the last time I'd heard her practice?  It was
when she was practicing for the concert.  The concert just after we moved
here.  I hadn't heard her since she was in the fourth grade.

   "You've heard her play as part of the school band, but you haven't heard
her in a while."

   "I guess."

   "Well, Tami's probably waiting for you.  Have a good time."

   Damn!  Damn!  Damn!  Fuck!

   I walked back to my sister's room and knocked.

   "Come in."

   I opened the door and stuck my head in.  Traci was sitting at her desk
putting on lipstick.  My sister wore lipstick?

   "Traci, I've got a deal for you."

   "What?" she asked listlessly.

   "Change clothes for your date, so that you look more like you, and
tomorrow, Tami and I will audition you for the musical."

   "You mean it?"

   "I realized I haven't heard you play in a while, and a sax might be
cool."

   Traci jumped and hugged me, kissing me on the cheek.  "You're the best
brother."

   "I didn't say you were in," I reminded her.  "I just said we'd give you
a shot.  A fair shot," I added, mentally tipping my hat to my mother.

   "I'll get changed," she said and pulled her shirt off before I could
even back out and close the door.

   Mom was standing behind me in the hall.

   "Nice touch with the clothes."

   I grinned.  "I thought so."



   Chapter 15

   "He's in my room," I heard down the hall.

   "Tony, I need..." Kelly said as she burst into Tami's room.  "Oops."

   'When I grow up, I'm getting a house with locks on the doors', I
thought.

   "Kelly!" Mikee yelled.  She was on her hands and knees, while I knelt
behind her and pounded her pussy with my enormous twelve-inch cock.

   Okay, Big Tony wasn't twelve inches, but it had grown in the last couple
of years.  Five-and-three-quarter inches.  I made a note to look up on the
internet when cocks stopped growing.  Maybe I could hit twelve inches yet.
I pictured myself with a twelve-inch battering ram and almost laughed. 
Maybe I'd settle for seven or eight inches.

   "Uh, hi, Kelly." I said, without missing a beat.

   "You'd didn't invite me," she said in a hurt voice.

   "I didn't invite Mikee either," I said.  "I was hanging with Tami, and
she came over." I reached under and squeezed her tit.  I realized that
they'd grown a lot.  Hers were bigger than Tami's, though I didn't think
I'd point that out to the love of my life.

   Even with the stimulation, Mikee was glaring at her sister.

   "What'd you want, Kelly?" I felt my tension building and picked up the
pace.  Mikee was stiff with annoyance, and I didn't know if Mikee was close
or not.

   "I wanted to borrow some rubbers."

   "What for?" I realized it was a stupid question as soon as the words
were out of my mouth, but it was too late to get them back.

   "You give them to Mikee."

   "You're going to do it with Kyle," Mikee accused, and then shook as her
climax overcame her.  I felt my cock fill with sperm then empty itself into
my rubber sheath.

   "Oh, God!" Mikee and I groaned together.

   "What are you guys doing back here," Tami asked, stepping into the room
behind Kelly.  Her eyes opened wide.  Tami knew I fucked Mikee.  And Kelly
and Robbie.  But knowing and seeing it were different.

   "Kelly wants some rubbers," I said, hoping to divert her.

   "What?"

   "She wants to make it with Kyle Differ," Mikee supplied.

   "Kelly!" Tami said.  "You're too young."

   We all stared at her.  She looked questioningly, then realized the
absurdity of the situation.  I'd been fucking Kelly since she was eleven.

   I pulled my wilted cock out of Mikee and sat back on my heels.  Mikee
lay down.  I halfway expected her to arch her back and purr.  I wondered
where Traci was.  We could add her to the party.

   I got up and went to Tami's nightstand.  I opened it and pulled a box
from the back of the drawer.  I opened it and held it out to Kelly.  She
grinned and took three.  I thought she might be being a little optimistic,
but I didn't say anything.

   She mumbled, "I've got to go," and slid past Tami and out into the hall.

   "Mikee, why don't you take off for awhile," I suggested.  "Traci is
going to audition for us later.  You can come back for that if you want." I
hated to make it seem like wham bam thank you ma'am, but I figured it was
the best idea.

   Mikee nodded and quickly dressed.  Tami just stood in the doorway.

   "Come here," I said after Mikee was gone.  Tami just stood, looking at
the bed.  "Come here," I said a little stronger.

   Tami came over.  I reached out, took her hand, and pulled her down to
sit on the side of the bed next to me.

   "It's different, isn't it?" I asked softly.

   "What is?"

   "Seeing me with another girl."

   "Of course not.  I knew..."

   "Tami, it's different, seeing instead of knowing.  It's okay."

   "I...  it's just...  I mean..."

   I leaned over and kissed her to shut her up.  "I know."

   "I'm being silly," she said, looking me right in the face for the first
time.

   "No, you're not.  It's okay.  I won't..."

   "Yes, you will."

   "I will?"

   "Yes!  I meant it when I said you were good for the girls.  Especially
now, if Little Kelly is going to..."

   "Fuck," I supplied.

   "Kyle," Tami finished.

   "You know, calling her Little Kelly won't keep her from growing up."

   "I know." After a minute's silence, she asked, "Is this what parent's
feel like when their kids grow up?"

   "Kinda, I think."

   "Can we keep our kids from growing up?"

   "Only if we live in Neverland."
   "Let's."