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   Chapter 1

   They say a picture's worth a thousand words.

   The picture shows an old farmhouse.  Probably from the twenties or
thirties.

   It is blue mostly, though in places where the paint is peeling, you can
see an old faded greenish color.  It is two stories with a large stone
fireplace on one end.  The roof is peaked, with two small attic windows.

   Five windows look out the from the second floor.  They're all open,
hoping to catch some of the summer breeze.  On the ground floor, a door
splits the house and opens into a railed porch that extends the length of
the house.  Two windows on each side.  Half a dozen chairs sit on the
porch, and a swing.  The porch swing is the only thing newly painted, so
white it almost shines.  A pair of boots sits by the door.

   Behind the house on one side is a large barn.  The barn was once a
traditional red, but has faded from wind and sun until its color is hard to
define.  The large doors of the barn are open, and inside, one goat wanders
while another lies, grateful for the shade.  In front, a dozen chickens
peck the ground.

   On the other side of the house is a overgrown pasture with
six-and-a-half cows grazing peacefully.  Further behind the cows, another
pasture where a mare and her foal gallop.  Fence posts lean this way and
that, no two seeming to point the same way, yet the fences that define the
two pastures stand.

   Above the house, a clear blue sky with a single white cloud shaped like
a rocket ship blasting off for far off places.  In front of the house, a
yard, mostly grass, thick, and in need of cutting, with a few bare patches
of hard-packed earth.  A walkway of large stones lead to the porch stairs.

   The debris of a family litter the yard.  A bike lying on its side.  A
tricycle missing a back wheel.  A pogo stick.  Pieces of plastic and metal
from a dozen toys.  A discarded t-shirt.

   An idyllic scene.

   But smoke leaks from the upstairs windows, turning the sky over the
house grey.  In the corner room, fire crawls up a curtain.  More flames can
be seen behind the glass in the other rooms.  Everywhere inside, the smoke
roils and boils.

   Downstairs, smoke pours from the windows and door.

   A teenaged boy is jumping from the top of the porch.  The picture
captures him in air just as a one foot leaves the porch, but before the
other can contact the ground.  He's wearing faded cut-offs and a green
football jersey, the number thirteen just barely visible.  He's handsome,
though his face is smudged by the soot of the smoke and his hair is wild.

   Clutched to his side, a young girl, six or seven, wearing only baggy
panties.  Held tightly in front of him, a boy of three or four in shorts.

   Barely in view, in the front corner of the picture, a teenaged girl,
wearing shorts and a t-shirt, on her hands and knees gasping for breath, a
baby held tightly to her chest.  Next to the girl, a woman sits crying,
looking at the house.

   They say a picture's worth a thousand words.  That was only five hundred
and something.

   They say a picture tells a story.

   They say a picture tells the truth.

   This picture lies.



   Chapter 2

   I opened my eyes.

   They hurt, my eyeballs, stinging.

   I closed them again.

   'Where am I?' is such a cliche, but sometimes it fit the situation.

   Let's review.  I was in bed, but it wasn't my bed.  It didn't feel
right. Besides, the ceiling was green.  Puke green.  Who would paint their
ceiling puke green?  It was hard to concentrate.

   My shoulder itched.

   I decided that was more important than where I was.  I lifted my hand.
It felt funny and I couldn't wiggle my fingers.  I reached up to scratch my
shoulder...

   "Oh, God!" I moaned as pain shot through me.

   "Tony are you okay?" The voice of an angel.  Tami's voice.

   "Not sure.  What year is it?"

   "What year?"

   "Are you my wife?"

   "Tony, we're fourteen."

   "There are states where that is legal."

   "He's okay," said another voice.  I decided that it was my maternal
unit, code-named Mom.

   I decided to try opening my eyes again.

   I opened them just a little, and they still burned.  I closed them and
blinked hard, trying to liquefy them.  No, not liquify; moisten.  Why was
it so hard to think?

   I opened my eyes again.  They still stinged.  Stanged.  Stang.  Stung.
They stung, but not as much.  I kept them open.  Same puke green ceiling. I
looked around.  I was in a hospital room.  I should have known.  Only
hospitals and prisons use colors like that.  Mom was standing on one side
of my bed and Tami on the other.

   "What happened?"

   "Do you remember the fire?" Mom asked.

   The fire.  The fire!  "It was hot."

   "Those are some good drugs," Tami murmured, earning her a dark look from
Mom.

   Drugs!  No wonder my brain was fuzzy.  I don't even like taking aspirin.

   "You got some really bad burns on your hands, and your right shoulder.
You're in the hospital."

   Oh yeah.  I remembered burning my hands.  It hurt, but I didn't have
time to think about it then.  I lifted my hands up and looked at them. 
They were wrapped in gauze and tape.  No wonder I couldn't wiggle my
fingers.

   I didn't remember burning my shoulder, but I was pretty busy at the
time. Good thing it was my shoulder, not something important like my dick.
I just use my shoulder to...  I use my shoulder to throw!  Football! 
Baseball!  What if I couldn't play anymore?

   Tami smiled.  "You're thinking about sports aren't you?" she accused. 
"You're thinking about whether you can throw a stupid football."

   The mind reading thing again.  I was getting used to it.  "I was
thinking about baseball too."

   "Don't panic.  You can still be the star of the team.  The burns are
super...  superfac...  super-something."

   "Superficial," Mom supplied.  "They may hurt like hell, but there's no
serious damage."

   "That's good," I admitted.  "It may be silly, but I'd miss playing
football and baseball with..."

   "Robbie!  What happened to Robbie?"

   "She's okay," Mom said.  "She just swallowed a lot of smoke.  Her dad's
already taken her home."

   I couldn't believe I'd forgotten about Robbie.  Damn drugs.  Why would
anybody want to not be able to control their thinking.

   But then my brain kicked in.  Maybe I was getting used to the drugs, or
they were wearing off.

   Ever play Monopoly?  And I mean the original, not one of those Star Wars
or NBA variations.  I love it.  My favorite board game.  But I always get
the damned GET OUT OF JAIL FREE card late in the game.  Late in the game, I
don't want to get out of jail, free or otherwise.  I want to sit in jail
and let other people move and land on properties with houses and hotels. 
So my GET OUT OF JAIL FREE card always goes to waste.

   Right now I had a GET OUT OF JAIL FREE card and I wasn't going to waste
it.

   "Mommy, have you met my wife?" I said, slurring my words a little.

   Mom looked slightly annoyed.  She thought Tami and I were too young to
be in love.  "Yes, I know Tami."

   "She's going to have your grandbabies."

   Mom went white and Tami went red, and I had the drugs to blame.  Life
was good.

   "Do you want them now, or next year?" I asked, trying to look dazed.

   "I think you should wait awhile."

   "Okay, Mommy.  We'll wait until I graduate middle school."

   "You graduated, Tony.  In June," Tami explained.

   "Okay, we'll have them now.  Mommy explained all about how babies are
made, and it sounds like fun."

   I wouldn't have believed it, but Mom got whiter and Tami got redder, and
I still had a GET OUT OF JAIL FREE card.

   "I think I better tell the doctor that he's awake," Mom said before
beating a hasty retreat.

   "Anthony Marion Sims!" Tami said coldly as soon as the door closed. 
"Stop that!"

   "But I..."

   "And no, it isn't the damn drugs talking."

   "I'm sorry," I said automatically.  "I was just teasing her."

   "Do you have any idea just how worried she's been?"

   "I..." Now I was sorry.

   "You WILL behave or no more nookie for you.  No Robbie, No Mikee, No
Kelly."

   "No nookie?  For how long?"

   "The rest of July."

   Unless I'd lost a day, this was the second.  That was a long time.

   "No Robby?

   "No Robby!"

   "No Mikee?"

   "No Mikee!"

   "No Kelly?"

   "No Kelly!"

   "What about Tami?"

   "I'll let you lick my pussy," she whispered as the door started to open.
"After all, I'm not the one getting punished."



   Chapter 3

   The reporter showed up about three hours later.  Her name was Janet
Edwards, and she seemed nice, but she asked a ton of questions, most of
them several times.  The next day both the story and the picture were on
the front page.

   Local Hero

   For those of you who think there is no hope for the younger generation,
meet fourteen-year-old Tony Sims.

   Tony the quarterback led his middle school football team to their best
season in ten years.  Tony the shortstop led his baseball team to their
best season ever.

   Not your typical dumb jock, Tony gets 'A's and 'B's in school and sings
in local shows.

   Tony is also a hero.  Yesterday, Tony charged into a burning house to
rescue Jessica Miller and her three children, Adriana (7), Carl (3) and
namesake Tony (3 months).

   Tony suffered several burns and smoke inhalation and is resting
comfortable at City hospital and is expected to be released tomorrow.

   The Millers were all treated for smoke inhalation and released.  They
are staying with relatives.

   The picture was taken by Dana Bradley, wife of volunteer Darren Bradley,
who was riding with him when he was called to the scene.

   The fire is believed to have started from a short in a power cord that
caught a drapery on fire.

   Also on the scene were Tony's friends Roberta Tait (14), who helped Tony
in the rescue, and Tami Sharp (14), who went for help.

   Tony...

   "Oh, fuck!"

   "Tony!  Your language," Mom chided as she gathered my stuff and I sat in
the wheelchair reading the paper.

   "Mom, did you read this?"

   "Of course I did.  It was a very nice article.  There's one in the
Seattle paper, too, but they cut it down a lot."

   "Mom, they did everything but give away my secret identity as
mild-mannered reporter Clark Kent."

   "Oh, it's not that bad."

   "They made it sound like Robbie sat on the sidelines, waved her
pom-poms, and yelled, 'Go, Tony, go!' She's the one who got Mrs.  Miller
out.  And the baby."

   "It's not that important."

   "Really?  How many copies of the paper did you buy?"

   Mom pretended not to hear.

   "They didn't even spell her name right.  And they called her Roberta."

   "That's her name," Mom said as she set my stuff in my lap and started
pushing me out.

   Wheelchairs are cool if you want to have races, or pop wheelies.  They
are not cool when you're being pushed down the hall by your mother and
could walk just fine.

   "It's not fair."

   I swore if she said life isn't fair, I wouldn't talk to her all the way
home.

   She did and I didn't.



   Chapter 4

   "But Mom!"

   "You just got out of the hospital."

   "I'm fine."

   "Anthony Michael Sims!"

   "It's Marion." For a second, I thought I'd be going back to the hospital
with assorted bruises and broken bones.

   "Anthony Marion Sims, you just got out of the hospital.  You are not
riding your bike to Robbie's house, and that is that."

   "Fine.  I'm not riding my bike to Robbie's house.  I'm going to Tami's.
Is that okay, or do you want to call me an ambulance for the trip.

   Mom threw up her hands, turned her back on me and stomped off to the
kitchen.  I knew she was just being a good mom, but I didn't need babying.
I needed to see Robbie.

   "Tony, you're back, and you're okay!" Tami's mom said as she threw her
arms around me.

   I hugged her back.  It's nice to be wanted.  "I just stopped by to
kidnap your daughter."

   "Again?" she said with a laugh.

   I shrugged.

   "I should just let you marry her and save wear and tear on all of us."

   "Two-and-a-half years, if we can get Mom and Dad to agree.  One and a
half-with-a-family court judge."

   "And you know this how?"

   "Learning," I said with a grin.  "I'm always learning."

   "And what states let you marry at sixteen?" she asked suspiciously.

   "None.  Isn't that disgusting?  There were several in the seventies, but
now all the states are eighteen without consent.  Even Arkansas, if you can
believe it.  Though in Alabama and Massachusetts, we can get married now if
you and Mom and Dad all agree.  Up for a road trip?"

   "Tami is not getting married till she graduates high school, and she's
only marrying a high school grad.  Let me know when you're ready."

   I grinned, just to make her nervous.  "After March, we could get married
in Iran without consent."

   She laughed.  "I'll make sure to hide her passport."

   "Where are we going?" Tami asked after I'd sprung her from her mother.

   "Paul's house." Paul lived in the trailer court.  He was a month older
than me.  We weren't exactly friends, but we got along.

   "Why are we going to Paul's house?"

   "I need to borrow a bike."

   Tami looked completely confused.  "What about your bike?"

   "I promised my mother I wouldn't ride my bike to Robbie's house."

   "But..."

   "You don't expect me to walk, do you?"

   Tami made the connection.  "Anthony Sims!" she said, sounding a lot like
my mother.

   "Tamarone Elizabeth Sharp, we're not married yet.  Don't use THAT tone
on me."

   "What tone?"

   "The tone where you sound like my mother."

   "And what makes you think I'd ever marry you?"

   I stopped and pulled her into a long hot kiss.  "If that didn't send me
back to the hospital, a little bike ride isn't going to bother me,"

   "But your mom?  Can't you wait?"

   "Did you see the paper today?"

   Tami nodded.  "Mom showed it to me."

   "I don't think I can wait."

   Paul had no problem with loaning me his bike, especially after Tami gave
him a big smile.  Robbie lived a half mile away, about fives minutes on our
bikes.

   We parked and I knocked on the door.

   "Tony!  You're back," Robbie's dad said, as he opened the door.

   "Hi, is Robbie here?"

   "She's in her room.  She'll be glad to see you.  We were worried."

   "Just a lot of smoke and some burns." I held my hands out.  They were
bandaged heavily, but not mummy-wrapped like yesterday.  They hurt a little
from gripping the bike's handlebars, but not too bad.

   "That was a brave thing you did."

   "No, it was a brave thing Robbie did.  I just..." I couldn't bring
myself to say more.

   "She's in her room.  Go on up."

   I think he was relieved to see Tami with me.  He'd accepted that Robbie
and I had sex, but he probably didn't enjoy listening to creaking bed
springs from his fourteen-year-old's room.  He figured with Tami along, he
wouldn't have to.  Of course, Robbie still owed me a threesome.

   We climbed the stairs and stood outside Robbie's door.  Loud Latin music
came through the door.

   I knocked.  Nothing.

   Tami knocked a little louder.  Nothing.

   I pounded.

   "Come," I barely heard over the music.

   I opened the door.  Robbie was dancing to the pounding beat.  She looked
up, saw us, and launched herself at me.  "Tony, you're okay." Actually I've
had tackles in football games that didn't hit that hard, but I nodded.  She
kissed me hard and long, then abruptly let go.

   She hugged Tami, but without the kiss.  "You really shouldn't let him
out without a leash."

   "I could wait outside if you..."

   Robbie grinned.  "I'm good, but thanks for offering."

   While sex with Robbie was always fun, it would be nice if I was
consulted.

   Tami and I sat on the bed while Robbie pulled out her desk chair after
turning down the music.

   "Latin?" Tami asked.

   "I was in the mood for something different.  Tony what's wrong?"

   I'd been thinking about how to bring up the newspaper, and I guess it
showed on my face.

   "I...  did you see the paper?"

   "Oh, that." Then she laughed.  "Tony, you were worried?"

   "Well, it looked like I..."

   "Tony, when you talked to the reporters, did you take all the credit?"

   "Of course not.  I told them that you got Mrs.  Miller and the baby."

   "And they printed what they wanted."

   "But..."

   "Tony, Tony, Tony," Robbie said as she got up then plopped herself
sideways on my lap.  "Don't worry.  Tami and I will take care of you."

   "But..."

   "You're a John Wayne fan, right?"

   "Well, Dad is, so I've seen them all."

   "You've seen The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance?"

   "A dozen times."

   "What's the tag line?"

   "Something like, 'When the legend meets the facts, print the legend.'"

   "Ya think newspapers have changed since then?"

   "But, I felt bad that..."

   "Tell ya what.  Buy me a hot fudge sundae, and we'll call it even."

   "Deal."

   I felt better just talking about it.  Robbie kissed me on the cheek and
moved back to the chair.

   "I've been thinking."

   "Call the fire department," Tami said in mock horror.

   "I thought I smelled smoke," Robbie added.

   And Rodney Dangerfield thinks he gets no respect.

   "Look, we hurt his feelings," Robbie said.

   "I suppose we could make it up to him," Tami added seductively.

   I looked at Tami, then Robbie, then back at Tami.

   Robbie laughed, hard, then couldn't stop.

   Tami and I looked at each other, both with raised eyebrows.  "What?" we
said in stereo.

   It took several seconds for Robbie to get back under control.  "I was
thinking about the old story about the jackass who starved to death.

   "The one who was standing in the middle between two haystacks and
couldn't decide which looked more delicious," Tami finished.  Robbie
nodded. Tami looked at me and started laughing, then Robbie joined in
again.

   Me, I sat and pouted.

   They didn't understand.  It was more than just delicious kisses.  I
liked kissing both girls.  It was two very different experiences.  But I
had to balance feelings, too.  It wasn't just two haystacks.  It was two
haystacks with me on a tightrope between them and jagged rocks below.

   Their laughter finally petered out, with Robbie holding her side.  Then
she looked at me and started again.  And that got Tami going.

   I sighed, loudly.

   "Look, we hurt his feelings again," Tami gasped.

   "Awwww."

   Then they both leaned in and kissed me on the cheeks.  I suppose it was
better than nothing.

   "What were you thinking about?" Tami asked after they both got back
under control.

   "Nothing."

   "Come on.  A Tony thought is a rare and precious thing.  Don't waste
it." Robbie made me feel very simple sometimes, but she had her
compensations.

   "Well..."

   "Tell us," Tami demanded.

   "Tomorrow's the fourth.  I was thinking to celebrate..."

   "Yes?" Robbie prodded, suspiciously.

   "Well, you two and the girls all on the same bed would make some great
fireworks." They both knew that when I said the girls, I meant Mikee and
Kelly.

   "You know, he's right." Robbie said quickly.

   "He is?"

   "Great fireworks!  Then later we could meet Tony and watch the big show
at the park."

   "Hey, I meant..."

   "Sounds like fun," Tami interrupted.

   I pouted again.

   Suddenly I was on my back on the bed and Robbie was sitting on my chest.
"Sport, you can barely handle me.  Four of us would kill you."

   Before I could defend my prowess, there was a knock at the door.

   "Come in!" Robbie yelled from her perch on my chest.

   Her dad opened the door, took in the scene and shook his head.  "Tony,
your mom's on the phone.  She didn't sound happy."

   I wasn't sure if it was a case of out of the frying pan, into the fire,
or saved by the bell.



   Chapter 5

   "Tony, you have a phone call," Mom said from my doorway.

   I pulled the pillow over head and mumbled something about midnight.

   "It's not midnight, it's a little after eight.  Besides, you were still
up at midnight.  Do you want me to tell Tami to call back later?"

   The part of that sentence that registered right away was Tami.  The rest
took longer to process.  "I'll take it," I said, uncovering my head and
reaching for the phone.

   Mom stepped into the room, handed it to me, then left, closing the door.

   I could tell that Mom wasn't mad at me anymore.  I didn't know if it was
my status as a hero, my status as just released from the hospital, or just
because Mom didn't hold onto her mads.

   I was just glad she wasn't.  I was one of those misfit teenagers who
actually liked his parents.

   When I'd gotten back from Robbie's yesterday, I dropped off Paul's bike,
then headed home for the inquisition.  One look at Mom's face and I knew
better than to argue that I hadn't ridden my bike to Robbie's.  I listened
as she read me the riot act, said only that it was important in my defense,
and went to my room.  She just glared at me the rest of the night.

   "Do you have any idea what time it is?" I said when I answered the
phone.

   "Don't know.  Don't care," came the voice of the girl I loved.

   "It's eight."

   "Don't know.  Don't care.  Do know that Mom had to go to work until this
afternoon.  And I'm in bed, and I'm lonely."

   The last six words worked better than a bucket of ice water.  "Five," I
said and hung up.

   I leaped out of bed, pulled on some clothes and was out the front door
in less than a minute-and-a-half.  I let myself in Tami's house.  The door
was locked, but I knew where they hid the spare key.

   I opened Tami's door and looked in at her, less than three minutes after
I hung up the phone.  She was lying naked on the bed, partially on her
side, one knee up in the air and the other lying on the bed.

   "It's the fourth of Ju-why, my mommy left me, and I have no won to
sell-a-brate wiff," she said in a little girl voice.

   "What did you have in mind?" I asked, sounding like a melodrama villain.

   "I wanted to call Robbie, Mikee, and Kelly and have fireworks.  But it's
too early.

   I didn't resent for a micro-second that it wasn't too early to call me.

   "Maybe I can help," I offered.  "If Robbie was here, what would she do?"

   "She'd wick my wittle titties."

   "Maybe I can wick, I mean lick your titties for you?"

   "It won't be as good, but you can try."

   As I stepped over to her and knelt next to the bed, I wondered if she'd
given this much thought, or if she was making it up as she went along.  I
admit that the thought of Robbie and Tami in bed together had crossed my
mind a few times.

   I started planting little kisses around her breasts.  They hadn't grown
much in the year-and-a-half I'd known her, but they had grown.  About the
size and shape of the top third of a softball.  The aureolas bigger than a
quarter but smaller than a half dollar.  I put my lips around the aureola
of her lower breast and slowly closed them until her nipple was trapped. 
Then I teased the tip with my tongue.

   "Oh god, you're torturing me," she moaned.

   I released her nipple, gave her nose a quick kiss and went to work on
the other breast.

   "What would Robbie do next?" I asked after a couple of minutes.

   "Oh god!" She'd...  she'd...  she'd quiss her way down to my widdle
cunny."

   "Your wish..." I got off my knees and rolled her onto her back.  I then
took my position at the end of her bed, stripped, and crawled up between
her legs.  I leaned forward and sucked her tits again, then started kissing
my way downward to her belly button, her pelvis, the top of her slit.  "And
what would Mikee and Kelly be doing while Robby did this?"

   "They be sucking my titties."

   "You've got this all worked out," I said then ran just the tip of my
tongue down the length of her split."

   "Oh god, oh fuck," she murmured.

   "Robbie said that four girls would kill me.  I think three would do you
in."

   "Would you shut up and fuck me?"

   "Your wish," I repeated.  My cock was more than ready.  I reared up on
my knees, then fell forward onto my hands.  My cock seemed to know the way
as it settled on her puffy lips.  She was wet and ready, and I pushed
forward, entering her.  Now this is a grrrreatttt way to start the day.  No
offense to Tony the Tiger and his Frosted Flakes.

   In California, in my old house, my room was right above my parents and I
could tell when they were having sex.  It was hard to think fucked and
parents in the same sentence.  About once a week, they'd start the day with
a good fu...  I mean with sex.  Why they didn't the other six days, I'll
never understand.

   Tami arched her back, thrusting her hips toward me as I drove my cock
deep into her.  It took only a few seconds before I felt my release
building, and I knew from her breathing that Tami was on the edge too.  I
drove forward, hard and deep and felt my cock spasm and fill her with spurt
after spurt of my cream, Tami grabbed me tightly and held on as her own
orgasm wracked her.

   I rolled us onto our sides and just looked at her.  She was so
beautiful, especially just after sex, when she looked almost cat-like in
her satisfaction.  I could stay like this forever.

   "I've got to go," she announced frantically, pulling her pussy off my
shrinking little worm.

   "Oh god, me too," I realized as soon as she'd said it.  I could feel my
bladder announcing itself.  It didn't like being ignored, especially in the
mornings.

   "Use Mom's," she said as she practically leaped from the bed and rushed
to her bathroom.

   It felt weird being in Mrs.  Sharp's bathroom, surrounded by her make-up
and other things, but the relief of emptying my bladder was almost as good
as the orgasm a minute ago.

   "Hi, Tony," Kelly said as I walked in the door.

   "Hi, Stud," Tami echoed.

   "Hi, Ladies," I said as I closed the door behind me.  The afternoon had
gotten hot and I wanted to keep the heat out and the air conditioning in.

   The two girls were kneeling by the coffee table in Tami's living room,
coloring.  Actually, it was more than coloring.  Though they were using
crayons, they were artists.  At least, when Tami drew something it was
obvious what she was drawing.  Kelly was the artist, though she had a
fuzzy, almost impressionistic style.  Me, I'm lucky if I can draw a stick
figure.

   I watched them, fascinated.  I wished I could draw, or even color like
that.

   "Where's Mikee?"

   "Don't know.  Don't care," Kelly said in a pouty voice.  I wondered what
had gotten into her.  The two sisters were usually pretty close.

   "Tony, there's some fireworks on my bed," Tami said without looking up
from her picture.  "Would you get them for me?"

   I nodded, though she couldn't see, and headed back to her bedroom.  I
opened the door, and there was Mikee, naked and in exactly the same
position that Tami had greeted me in that morning.

   "Oh, fuck!" I said as my cock sprang to life.

   Mikee giggled.  "Tony, your language."

   I grinned.  "I used it properly.  It's a verb, and it's what I'm about
to do." I stepped in the room, dropped my shorts, and closed the door in
one smooth motion.

   "Mikee, you're going to be an eighth grader now, and I think you're old
enough to know that guys only want one thing from a girl."

   "What's that?"

   "This." I stepped to the bed and rolled over her, pulling her on top of
me and pushing my raging cock into her.  I hadn't realized how horny I was
until her pussy sucked me in.  I mean, I'd fucked Tami three times this
morning before I'd had to go home.  "Now I know why Kelly was being pouty."

   "She wanted to be first," Mikee agreed.

   "She always does."

   "Well, she's going into middle school now, so she's not always going to
get her way."

   Damn, Kelly was growing up.  She was going to be a sixth grader, I
thought as my cock glided in and out of her sister.  I was going to have to
start wearing a rubber with her too, I probably already should have.  That
was when I realized my naked cock was fucking her sister.  I pulled out and
rolled her off me.

   "What the fuc...  hell?"

   "I forgot," I explained as I rolled out of bed.  I got a rubber out of
my wallet in my shorts and put in on.  "You shouldn't let me do that."

   "I...  I didn't care."

   "You'd care if you had to start breast feeding your baby in the middle
of math class."

   Mikee grinned.  "The boys would like that."

   "Your mom wouldn't," I said and her face fell.  She nodded.

   I climbed back into bed, and slid back into her.

   "You don't wear one of those with Tami," she accused.

   I wondered how she knew that, since I'd never fucked Tami in front of
her or her sister.  I guessed that she and Tami talked about it.

   "Tami uses a birth control patch."

   "You don't use one with my sister," she accused.  "She doesn't have no
patch."

   "She was too young to worry about it, but I should have started using
one a while ago.  From now on, I will."

   That seemed to satisfy her.  Then her orgasm started and that satisfied
her more.  She rolled off, grabbing my proud little flagpole and jacking it
several times.  I grabbed her hand to stop her.

   "Mikee, when you and Luke...  I mean you and a boy do...  I mean when
you have sex, do you always use a..."

   Mikee giggled.  "I haven't done it with anyone but you.  I've given Luke
a blowjob though."

   I'd wondered, but didn't want to ask.  My best friend Luke had gone out
with Allie Smidt for a week or so, but for the last three weeks, had been
going with Mikee.  We'd even doubled to the movies a few times.

   "I wasn't asking that.  I just...  just wanted to make sure you're
safe."

   "I'll be careful," she promised.

   "Some guys will tell you they don't need one.  That they're safe."

   "I won't believe them," she said firmly.  "Would Luke...  ?"

   "I don't think so, but when we guys get horny, you can't trust us."

   "Speaking of not trusting, you want me to send my sister in?"

   There's no politically correct way to answer that, so I just nodded. 
And tried not to look too eager.

   "Get a hit, big boy, and I'll do things to you you've only read about,"
Robbie whispered in my ear.

   Robbie had a very subtle way of motivating me, and I wondered if I could
swing the bat with a major hard-on.

   The game had originally been scheduled for the second.  But since the
Sizzler's team and our team were both undefeated, they decided to make a
big deal out of it and have us play today.  In fact, if they hadn't
rescheduled the game, Tami, Robbie, and I wouldn't have been walking around
and seen the fire at the Miller place.

   The Babe Ruth field was next to the city park, so our game drew the
biggest crowd we'd had all year, especially when we went into the tenth
inning.  We usually only play seven, but the teams were evenly matched, and
whenever we'd score, they'd score.

   Half the town seemed to be in the bleachers or standing by the fences as
I stepped up to bat.  There were lots of places to barbeque in the park,
and the park was where the big fireworks display was going to be, and as
the game went on, people just seemed to gravitate toward it.

   Two outs.  Runners on second and third.  And Sims steps up to the plate.
Thinking, unfortunately about Charlie Brown and his hero or goat time.

   I stepped up to the plate.  The pitcher was a kid named Danny that I
tried out against for the varsity.  He'd gotten cut before I did, which had
to burn a little.  I'd been up against him four times already this game and
managed to get a hit every time, but nothing solid.

   So far, he'd burned me on the first pitch every time, throwing a fast
ball right down the middle.  I was sure he wouldn't do it again.  He
checked the runners and started his windup.  I focused on his wrist and
thought I saw the telltale snap of a curve ball.  The pitch was coming
straight down the middle and I waited, holding back the bat for it to curve
away.  It didn't.  Smack right in the catcher's glove.  I didn't need the
umpire to tell me that was strike one.

   Now I was mad.  There was no way this turkey was going to strike me out.
He checked the runners, I took my hand off the bat and held it up to the
umpire.  Danny looked back and started his windup just as the ump called
"Time!"

   I stepped out of the batter's box and took a couple of swings.  Nothing
like keeping the pitcher off-balance.

   I stepped back into the box.  He was going to try to blow another fast
ball by me, I knew it.  He checked the runners and went into his windup.  I
tensed, lifting the bat a little higher.  The pitch, coming right down the
middle, I started my swing just as the ball started to break away.  Damn!

   I corrected my swing and caught a piece of it.  I hoped it would go
foul, but it one-hopped to the third baseman.  The runners on second and
third held while he checked them, then fired to first.  To me, the ball
arrived at the same split second my foot stepped on the front edge of the
bag.  The umpire must have seen the same thing, because he was yelling,
"Safe!  Safe!"

   The first baseman took the throw and came up ready to fire home, but the
runners stayed.

   Bases loaded.  Two outs, and at the plate, second baseman Robbie Tate.

   Robbie had bunted her first time up and walked the next three.

   "Hey Danny-boy!" I yelled.  "Ya gonna walk her again?  I can see where
you'd be afraid to throw to a girl."

   Danny stepped off the pitcher's rubber and glared at me.  I stood on
first and smiled back.

   "Maybe he thinks he can get a date?" Jimmy Sexton, the runner on second
called.

   "Nah, she's going out with Ricky Calloway.  He was varsity, you know."

   "Just because his dad was the coach," Danny yelled.

   "Nope.  Because he was good," Robbie yelled, getting into the spirit of
things.

   For about three minutes we all yelled insults back and forth.  I looked
up into the bleachers and waved.  Tami and her mom were sitting there with
Robbie's dad and my family.  We were all barbequing together if we ever got
this game finished.

   The umpire took off his face mask and stepped over the plate.  "Enough.
Let's play some ball." Danny gave me a last glare and stepped back onto the
mound.  I took a last look around.  I saw Mikee and Kelly pressed up
against the fence by the third baseline, their parents, brothers, and
surprisingly, Alana, behind them.  Sitting in the Sizzler dugout with a
stats book was Allie Smidt, the traitor.

   Danny started his windup and threw a hard fast one right down the pipe.
Robbie's bat came around and connected with a very satisfying smack.  I
took off.  So did Jimmy on second and Ray on third.  That's the great thing
about a hit with two down, you don't have to watch for the catch, you just
put your head down and run.

   I rounded second with Jimmy still a step or two away from third.  I
could see Mr.  Atkins, the coach, on third waving him hard, so I kept
going. Jimmy rounded third and headed home.  He was halfway there when I
hit third.  The coach wasn't waving me, but he wasn't stopping me either,
so I glanced over my shoulder.  The center fielder had the ball.  It most
have rolled all the way to the fence.  He was about to fire it to the
second baseman.

   I decided what the hell, hero or goat, and kept going, hard.  Jimmy
crossed the plate and held up.  I could tell by the catcher's body that the
throw was coming in.  I had a fraction of a second to decide.  I could go
back, but hell, retreat's a dirty word.  I leaped forward and dove toward
the pentagonal piece of rubber the catcher guarded.

   The throw was high, but the catcher, Billy Garwood snatched it easily
and snapped it down on my arm.

   I felt his glove slap against me just before my hand slide across the
plate.  Fuck!

   "Safe!" I never argue with an umpire.  He's got a better view than I
have and is paid to make these decisions.

   Billy flipped the ball to Danny who was running toward the plate. 
"Safe? What do you mean safe.  He was out by a fucking mile."

   "Danny!" the catcher yelled.  "Second base!"

   Danny spun and saw Robbie rounding second.  He fired the ball but she
was already halfway to third.  The ball was high and bounced off the top of
the shortstop's glove as Robbie rounded third and slowed to a jog for the
ninety feet home.  She stepped on the plate and curtsied to Danny, then to
the crowd.

   "He was out.  Those runs don't score."

   "He was safe and you're gone."

   "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Danny yelled.  "Giving them
the game?"

   "Coach, get you're butt out here," the umpire yelled.

   The Sizzler's coach, Mr.  Branaugh ran out.

   "Get this punk off my field." The coach grabbed Danny and started
pulling him toward the dugout.  "You ever put him on my baseball field
again, you'd better have taught him some manners." The umpire turned to the
scorekeeper behind the backstop.  "Four runs," he said, holding up four
fingers.

   It took a few minutes to get everything settled down and a new pitcher
warmed up.  Then Bobby drake stepped up, popped up the first pitch for an
easy catch by the third baseman.

   Bottom of ten, and we're up by four.  Life is good.

   It's amazing how quickly life is good, can turn to life stinks. 
Patrick, our ace pitcher, walked the first batter, then tried to pick him
off and threw the ball away to let him get to two.  Then he walked another
one.

   On the next pitch, the runner on second stole third and a bad throw by
Donny, our catcher, let him go home while the runner on first made it to
second.  And we had a three run lead with no outs and a runner on second.

   Patrick walked two more to load the bases.

   Our coach called time and moved Patrick to center field and brought Jake
Fraser in to pitch.  Jake warmed up, then walked a batter.

   Two run lead, nobody out and the bases loaded.

   The runner on second was taking a big lead and Donny decided to gun him.
He gave me the sign and I nodded, almost imperceptibly.  Jake threw a
pitch, high and outside, Donny popped up, took the pitch and fired it
straight to me.  Straight to me if I'd been eight feet tall.  The ball flew
over my head.  The runners on second and third took off.  The ball bounced
once before Patrick snagged it and fired it right at my chest.  I took the
throw, spun, and everybody was safely on a base.  The runner from second
was on third and the runner from third had scored.

   One run lead, nobody out, and runners on the corners.

   Like I said, it's amazing how quickly life is good, can turn to life
stinks.

   I called time and went out to talk to Jake.  Robbie came with me.

   "Okay, Jake, listen carefully.  A wife comes home early and finds her
husband in their bedroom making love to a beautiful young girl.  'You pig!'
she yells, 'I want a divorce!' The husband tries to calm her.  'Before you
leave, give me a chance to explain, ' he begs.  'Make it fast, ' she
replies."

   I looked around and saw everybody was watching as we discussed strategy.
"The husband tells his story.  'I was driving home and this girl asked for
a ride.  I noticed she was very thin and dirty and she said she hadn't
eaten for three days, so I brought her home.  First I warmed up the lasagne
I made for you, that you didn't eat because you thought you'd get fat. 
Since she was so dirty, I suggested she take a shower and while she was
showering, I saw how dirty and full of holes her clothes were.  So I threw
her clothes away.  Since she needed clothes, I gave her that pair of jeans
you don't wear because you say they make your butt look fat.  Then I gave
her the blouse I gave you for Christmas that you don't wear because you say
I have horrible taste.  I gave her the sweater that my sister gave you that
you don't wear just to spite her and those expensive boots you bought that
you don't wear because Mildred has a pair just like them.'

   "The husband looked at his wife.  'The young girl was very grateful, and
as she was getting ready to leave, she asked, "Sir, is there anything else
your wife doesn't use?" ' "

   Jake laughed.  "Okay I'm ready."

   I looked at Robbie.  She looked back with the same expression you'd use
with a senile grandparent.

   "When Jake gets tight, I tell him a joke to loosen him up."

   "In that case, try this one," she said with a grin.  "A man goes to the
zoo with his little boy.  When they get to the elephants, the little boy
points and asks, 'What's that?' 'That's an elephant, ' the man tell him. 
'No, on the elephant, ' the boy explains.  'That's the elephant's trunk, '
his father tells him.  'No, behind that, ' the little boy persists. 
'That's the elephant's tail, ' his father says.  'No, in between, ' the
little boy continues.  'That's just something, ' his father says,
embarrassed.  Confused, the little boy says, 'But last week, when I was
here with Mom, she said it was nothing.'

   Robbie grinned at us.  "The father shrugs and says, 'Well son, your
mamma is spoiled!' "

   "Oh, God," Jake says laughing.  "That was too good."

   Robbie grinned again.  "Strike this guy out, and I'll let you feel up my
tit."

   Jake turned red.  "What about Ricky?" Robbie and Ricky had been going
out for about a month.

   "Well, if you'd rather feel his tit, that can be arranged."

   Jake turned redder.  "I meant..."

   "She knows what you meant.  Just throw some strikes."

   Robbie and I trotted back to our positions.

   Jake looked back at Robbie, then took his position on the mound.  He
checked the runners on first and third, then put a strike right down the
middle.  Donny threw the ball back.

   Jake checked the runners, then threw another pitch.  The batter swung
and missed as the ball curved outside.

   Jake looked at Robbie and grinned.  He checked the runners, reared back,
and fired.  The runners took off, heading for second and home, the pitch
was on the low outside corner, the batter swung, caught a piece of the
ball, and it went back and off Donny's elbow.

   "Foul ball!" the umpire yelled as Donny went down, holding his elbow.

   Everything stopped, then the whole team was heading for the plate to
check on Donny, until the coach sent us back so he and the umpire could
check Donny out.  Robbie and I hung out at the pitcher's mound with Jake.

   Jake was shaken up since it was his pitch the kid had fouled back, so
Robbie and I told him some more dirty jokes to keep him loose.  After a few
minutes, the coach joined us.

   "Jake took a good shot to the elbow.  His mom's going to run him to the
hospital for an x-ray to make sure everything's okay." The coach, Mr. 
Daley, looked at me.

   "Coach, could I make a suggestion?"

   "What?" he asked, in a not too friendly tone.  He and I had butted heads
a little.  I think he was sensitive because this was his first year
coaching in Babe Ruth, and everybody knew I was the real coach of the
middle school team and how we'd almost gone undefeated.

   "You're probably thinking about putting me into catch?"

   He nodded.  I was usually the backup catcher.

   "These guys know me, and know I can throw them out.  They'll play it
safe." The coach nodded again.  "Put Robbie into catch."

   He looked at Robbie, who looked as surprised as he did, then back at me.
He'd been a little reluctant to have a girl on his team till he saw what
she could do.  "Why?"

   "She's a girl.  They'll try to run on her, and she'll gun them."

   "Have you ever caught before?" the coach asked her.

   Robbie shook her head, looking, for once, a little intimidated.  "Just
pitching practice."

   "I don't know."

   "Look, we're in a world of hurt.  We're only up by one.  The tying run's
on third and the winning run's on first, with no outs.  If Robbie blows it,
it's my fault.  If we pull it out, you're the coach who won."

   Mr.  Daley nodded.  "Put the gear on," he told her.

   Robbie and I walked over to the pile of catcher's equipment.  I think
everybody was expecting me to start putting it on, and there was a second's
hush as Robbie started strapping on the first shin guard.  "What the hell
have you gotten me into?"

   I grinned and outlined what I wanted her to do.

   "Are you sure about this?"

   "Who's your coach?"

   Robbie hesitated.  "You are."

   "Can she take a few pitches to warm up?" I yelled to the umpire who was
talking to Mr.  Branaugh.  He nodded.

   I walked out to the mound and talked to Jake, then over to second and
told Mike, who came off the bench to replace Robbie, what to do.

   Jake pitched a fast ball down the middle.  Robbie pushed the unfamiliar
catcher's glove at it.  It hit and popped out.  On our side of the field, a
few fans groaned.  Robbie picked up the ball and threw a high lob to Jake.
He caught it and looked at me.  I smiled and indicated for him to do it
again.

   Another pitch.  Another catch, and again it popped out of her glove. 
Another lob throw to Jake.

   "It's okay Robbie.  Just relax," I yelled.

   Jake threw three more pitches and all of them popped out of Robbie's
glove.

   "Play ball!" the umpire yelled.

   "Can't she have a couple more?  She's never caught before." I yelled,
but he shook his head.

   Jake looked at me and shrugged.  I punched my glove a couple of times.
"C'mon guys, we can do this," I yelled, trying to pump up the team.

   Jake stepped onto the mound.  He checked the runners.  The runner on
first had a big lead, but he ignored him.  Jake started his windup, and the
runner on first took off.  Jake fired, about three feet off the side. 
Robbie popped up, took the throw and fired it at me.  The ball was like a
bullet straight and hard.  I took the throw, swept my glove down; then
without waiting for the call I transferred the ball to my other hand and
fired it back to Robbie.  Robbie caught the ball and dove at the runner
sliding home.

   When the dust cleared, Robbie was sitting on the kids legs several
inches from the plate, the ball in her glove and the glove on his chest.

   "Out at second!  Out at home!" The ump yelled, almost as excited as the
fans who were going nuts.

   Two out, nobody on, and we were still up by one.  We were back in the
ball game big time.

   The double play seemed to take the wind out of Sizzler's sails.  The
batter stepped back to the plate, hit a one hopper to Mike at second, and
he made an easy throw for the out at first.  Outback won the game.  We won!

   I ran out and hugged Robbie.  I've hugged a few catchers, but this one
was more fun.  Jake hugged her, too, and felt up her tit.

   "You should be in drama club," Robbie said as I hugged her again.

   "You and me both," I agreed.

   It was almost seven before my dad and Robbie's dad got the coals going
for the barbeque.  I nibbled some chips and deviled eggs since I knew the
steaks and burgers were going to be awhile.  Tami and Robbie were laughing
about something on the other side of our picnic area, but I decided I was
better off not knowing.

   I sat on the bench and leaned back against the picnic table.  I closed
my eyes and enjoyed the gentle breeze that was cooling off the day.  The
temperature had never quite topped a hundred, but had hovered at
ninety-nine most of the afternoon.

   Something kicked my foot and I open my eyes.

   "C'mon, let's take a walk," Robbie said, towering above me.

   I grinned and nodded.  "I'll get Tami."

   "She's going to stay here.  We're going solo."

   I shrugged, stood, and took her hand.  "Where to, milady?"

   "Um, thataway," she said sweeping her other arm to include about twenty
acres of woods that bounded the park.

   "Thataway it is," I agreed.

   We walked into the forest.

   "This looks like a good spot," Robbie said a few minutes later.

   "Huh?" I'd been watching a squirrel scamper up a tree.  It scampered in
a counter clockwise circle.  I was trying to remember if I'd ever seen a
squirrel scamper clockwise.  What?"

   "I said this looks like a good spot."

   "For what?"

   "Earth to Tony," she said, rapping her knuckles on my forehead.  "You're
horny, I'm horny."

   "I'm not horny," I complained before realizing that Big Tony was at full
attention.  I guess it knew something I didn't.

   "Of course you're not," she agreed, as her hand cupped Big Tony through
my shorts.

   "I..."

   "I told you I was gonna do things to you."

   "That I'd only read about," I finished.  "Robbie, your dad is only a
couple hundred yards away."

   "So.  We've done it when he was just downstairs."

   "Okay, how about my Mom is just a couple hundred yards away.  And she
won't be nearly so understanding."

   "I can see where that might be a problem," she agreed as she pushed my
shorts down and Big Tony made his appearance.

   "This is not a good idea," I said as her shorts fell around her ankles.

   "Very true." she agreed as she guided big Tony toward her pussy.

   "There's a hundred people running around the park."

   "Hundreds." She pulled me onto her, My hand naturally navigated it's way
inside her shirt, and under her sports bra.

   "What about Ricky?" I asked as I pushed her back against a tree.

   "I thought you only wanted a threesome with Tami."

   "I don't...  I wouldn't..." I took a breath and rammed my cock deep
within her.  "I'm not big on sharing."

   "Tony, shut up and fuck me."

   I stood watching the fireworks display.  They'd choreographed it to a
music broadcast on the local radio station.  I had my arms around both Tami
and Robbie.  A big one exploded in a shower of blue and multiplied into a
dozen smaller red explosions.

   It had been a hell of a Fourth of July.  I decided that Robbie was
right. All four girls on one bed at one time would have killed me.
   But I sure wasn't going to tell her that.