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   Chapter 6

   "Have you seen it?"

   "Tami?"

   "Have you seen it?"

   "Tami, It's nine o'clock in the morning.  I was up until three playing
Monopoly with you, Robbie, Ricky, and Traci.  The only thing I've seen is
the inside of my eyelids.  Oh, and what is it, I haven't seen?"

   "People."

   "People?  The magazine?"

   "Duh."

   "Tami, the last time I read People was in March or something.  They had
Lindsey Lohan on the cover."

   "You and your redheads."

   "What can I say?"

   "I think you should read it."

   "Okay.  Ricky's still asleep on the coach.  I'll be over in a couple."

   "Robbie's asleep too, but I don't have it."

   I counted to ten slowly.  "Tami..." I counted to ten in Spanish,
"why..." I counted to ten in German, "are you calling then?"

   "Mom called from the office.  She thought we should know."

   I wished I knew my numbers in a couple more languages.  I'd have to work
on that.  I knew Tami well enough to know there was something she didn't
want to tell me.  "Okay, I'll get dressed and we'll ride our bikes up to
the store." I hung up and made a mental note to learn one to ten in
Russian, Swahili, and Chinese.

   The ride to the store finished the process of waking me up.  It was a
beautiful day, but what else would you expect for the first day of August.
The temperature hadn't started climbing yet.  It was probably about seventy
as we pedaled along the highway.

   In the store, the small rack only had about two dozen different
magazines, but People was in front.  "What am I looking for?" I asked as I
flipped it open to the table of contents on page eight.  It used to be the
contents were on two or three, but more and more advertising seemed to find
it's way to the front.

   "I think we should take it outside," she suggested.

   I gave her a look.  There was definitely something she didn't want to
tell me.  I bought the magazine, along with a Coke for me, an orange juice
for her and a dozen donuts.

   Outside, Tami pointed at the bench, but I shook my head.  I knew there
was something in here that I wasn't going to like, though I didn't have a
clue what.  Unless Lindsey Lohan had decided to become a blond.  And while
that would be a tragedy, it wasn't something Mrs.  Sharp would call home
about.  I figured why ruin the ride home.

   Back at the park, we settled on the swings and had breakfast.  Three
donuts for me, two for Tami and save the rest for Robbie, Ricky and Traci.

   I pulled the magazine out of the bag and set it on my lap.

   "I'm not going to like this?"

   Tami shook her head.  "Page one twenty-eight."

   I opened the magazine and flipped through it.  One page caught my eye:
Lindsey Lohan had gone blond.  But that was on page ninety.  This day was
getting better and better.  I got to one twenty-six.  Some soap opera star
was getting divorced.  Again.

   One twenty-seven.  An ad for Pepsi.  Not a good omen.

   I flipped the page.

   ATHLETE, SCHOLAR, HERO!  was the headline and below that, the picture of
me leaping out of the burning Miller house.

   I looked at Tami and she shrugged, then edged her swing over so that she
could read over my shoulder.  The first part of the article was almost word
for word from the newspaper article a month ago.  The rest just fleshed it
out.  There was a picture of the football team with my face circled.  And
one of me on the middle school team making a tag at second base that I
recognized from the paper after it happened.  Also my class picture, where
I was smiling a little too big.

   "Fuck!"

   "You can say that again," Tami agreed.

   I was tempted, but didn't.  "How?"

   Tami pointed to the by-line.  Janet Edwards.  The reporter from the
local paper.  Evidently she decided to go national.  "You didn't know."
More a statement than a question.

   "Not a clue.  I called and chewed her out for the article in the paper
and the way she left Robbie almost completely out of it.  I guess when she
decided to sell the story to People, she figured I wouldn't help."

   "She was right about that."

   I nodded.

   "Now what?"

   "Now we wake up Robbie and see if she's as philosophical about ten
million readers as she was about a couple of thousand.

   Robbie thought it was funny.  "Hell, at least they spelled my name
right," was her only comment after we'd awakened her and the three of us
went back to my house to wake Ricky.  "Not a problem," she assured us, then
took Ricky back to Tami's house.

   We watched them go.  "I have a feeling that Ricky's going to get a hell
of a workout," I told Tami, thinking about giving her a workout myself.

   "What kind of workout?" asked a new voice.

   I spun and discovered Traci was up and standing behind us in the living
room.  I was starting to like my sister, even though she beat all of us at
Monopoly, but at the moment, I really wished I were an only child.



   Chapter 7

   "...  brings recognition on our community.  The recent article in a
national magazine shows the nation, shows the world, that our youth are on
the right track."

   If the right track was about to barf on the mayor in front of a couple
of hundred people, then yeah.  'And why is it that the closer to the
election, the more they talk?' I thought.  If it was the middle of November
and he'd just been elected, it would have been, 'The kid did good.' A year
ago we could have gotten by with a half page speech.  But now, in the
middle of August, with the election two-and-a-half months away, we were on
page three and going strong.

   "...  athlete of extraordinary caliber but still able to get the grades
in school he'll need to succeed as an adult."

   He hadn't even gotten to the damn fire yet.  I tuned him out and looked
around the crowd.  Besides Tami, Robbie, and my sister, there were only
half-a-dozen kids.  It was mostly adults.  I recognized several of my
teachers from the middle school, and a couple I knew taught at the high
school.  Mr.  Boyd, the cop who lived in the front row of the trailer park,
was there in uniform.  My parents of course, looking ready to bust with
pride, that made me feel good.

   Tami looked proud, too.  Traci looked bored, and Robbie?  Robbie, I
couldn't read.

   "...  risking his own life to rush into a building engulfed in flames. I
present, the key to the city."

   I stood, smiled at the crowd and took the foot long gold plated key. 
"Thanks," I said quickly, waved the key over my head and beat a hasty
retreat.

   "And modest too," the mayor said, having the final word.

   As the ceremony broke up, I got hugged a lot.  The only one that meant
anything was Mrs.  Miller, and she hugged Robbie and Tami too.

   "Nice key," Robbie said as we made our escape.

   "Robbie, I..."

   "What?" she snapped.

   "Nothing.  It's just a gold painted key."

   "Yeah, just a key."

   I stepped inside the door and threw my gym bag.

   "That doesn't go there," Mom said from the arm of Dad's chair as the bag
bounced off the wall and landed on the floor.

   "I know," I snapped.

   "How was try-outs?" Dad asked quickly before Mom could react.

   "Robbie made the team.  I didn't" As soon as I'd said it, I knew my tone
was harsher than it should be."

   "Tony..." Mom started.

   "Woman!  Go make your son some dinner."

   Mom stood, turned, and looked down at Dad.  "My son?" I couldn't see the
look on her face and was thankful for small favors.

   "With that attitude, you're damn right he's your son," Dad said,
grinning.

   With her back turned I couldn't tell for sure, but I think my mom stuck
her tongue out at my dad.

   As Mom walked into the kitchen he said, "You, sit!"

   "Yes, sir."

   I sat down on the floor in front of his chair.

   "Breathe!" he ordered.

   I pulled my legs under me into an Indian sit, then took a nice deep
breath and counted to ten, first in English, then Spanish, then German,
then Russian.  I was still working on Swahili and Chinese.  I let out the
breath.

   "What's the problem?"

   "Nothing," I said automatically.

   Dad stared down at me.  I held his gaze without blinking.

   He sighed and shook his head.  "Tony, you've been my son for twelve
years now."

   "Fourteen-and-a-half," I said, though I knew he knew.

   "Okay, fourteen-and-a-half years now, and you have a line of bullshit
that will get you elected president if you sink low enough to go into
politics.  But, I'm immune.  What's the problem?"

   "It's just...  it's not important.  I'm sorry I snapped at mom."

   "Tell her, not me.  But something's wrong and I'd like to know what it
is.  You went to the ceremony and everything was fine.  Then you hung out
with Robbie and Tami and everything was fine.  I drove you to try-outs, and
you and Robbie were both pumped.  Then you came home and..."

   "I told you, Robbie made the team.  I didn't.  End of story."

   "How long have you lived in the same house with my wife?"

   "Fourteen-and-a-half years."

   "I refuse to believe that you could live with that woman for
fourteen-and-a-half years and be bummed because a girl beat you at
something.  Especially when she's your friend.  You should be happy for
her."

   "I am.  It's just..."

   "You tried out for the varsity.  How many freshman make the varsity?"

   "Coach Branson said Robbie was the fourth freshman and first girl since
he's been coaching."

   "How long?"

   "This is his twelfth year."

   "So four freshman in twelve years, and you're bummed you're not one of
them?"

   "I know it's silly, but..."

   "Why did Robbie make it and not you?"

   I started to say because she was a girl.

   I started to say cause I had no defense.

   "Because she was really, really good today."

   "How good?"

   "The coach had us scrimmaging.  She was on the other side.  She sacked
me nine times." Hard!

   "Nine?"

   I nodded.  "Then the coach put her in the backfield and she intercepted
me twice."

   "Sounds like she was having a good day."

   "She was on fire," I admitted.

   "So she deserved to make the team?"

   Now it was my turn to sigh.  "The way she played today, she could have
made the team for Washington State."

   "So how did you do?"

   "I played good."

   "But not good enough?"

   "Not good enough," I admitted.  Though it would have been nice to have a
little better blocking on the line.

   "So what are you mad about?"

   "Hell if I know."



   Chapter 8

   "Tony!  The vice principal would like to see you," Mrs.  Wayne said
after reading the note the office aid had given her.

   What the hell?  The new school year only started an hour ago.  I can't
be in trouble already.

   I glanced at Tami and Robbie as I gathered my books.  They both
shrugged.

   "What are you doing here?" I asked as I stepped into the vice
principal's office.

   "What are you doing here, sir," Mr.  Parker corrected.

   "What are you doing here?" I repeated.

   "Sit down, Mr.  Sims."

   "I'm missing algebra."

   "Sit down!" he snapped.

   I sat.

   "Miss Carlyle has retired, and I'm the new vice principal.  I wanted to
make sure that you're getting off to a good start."

   "I was doing fine, except I'm missing my algebra class."

   "There are more important things than algebra."

   "I'll be sure to tell Mrs.  Wayne you said so." I started to stand. 
"Are we done?"

   "Sit down!  I'll tell you when we're done." Mr.  Parker steepled his
fingers.  "We need to discuss your attitude."

   "My attitude has been just fine the entire..." I glanced at my watch,
"hour and seven minutes of the school year so far."

   "Your attitude is as bad as last year."

   "Are you planning to talk to every freshman who got in trouble last
year?"

   "My plans are none of your business, but no."

   I stood up and walked out the door.

   "Where do you think you're going?" he bellowed, causing everyone in the
outer office to stare.

   "To class.  I'm here to learn, remember?"

   "You're here to do what I tell you!"

   "Mrs.  Hatcher?" I said, looking at the school secretary.  "Would you
call my mother and tell her I'm getting suspended for going to class."

   Mrs.  Hatcher put her hand on the phone, then looked at Mr.  Parker.  He
shook his head.  "I'll tell you when you can talk to your mother."

   I smiled, then turned and ran into a wall.

   "Is there a problem here?" the wall asked.  I stepped back.

   Imagine Dom DeLuise after he'd gained weight.  A lot of weight.  Then
put him into a security guard's uniform that didn't fit and strap on a gun.

   "This student needs to go back into my office," Parker told the wall.

   The wall put his meaty hand on my shoulder and started pushing.

   I pulled out of his grip.  "This student needs to go back to class."

   The wall put his hand on the butt of his gun.  "You'll go where you're
told." He reached for me with the other hand.

   I ducked under him and out the door.

   I started to go back to class but realized that would last about two
minutes.

   I could call Mom, but the only public phones were in the office, or the
main lobby.  The wall looked stupid, but I thought he could figure out the
lobby.

   I could steal a car and make a break for it.  From hero to fugitive. 
Hell, they'd make a TV movie out of it.

   Then I had a better idea.  Not as much fun, but better.

   "Could I have a word with Mr.  Mulino please?" I asked the secretary.

   She looked up at me suspiciously.  "Are you delivering a note or
something?"

   "No, I just wanted to talk to him for a minute."

   "Why?" Suspicious old bat.

   "He's the superintendent of schools.  I'm a student in school.  I
thought we had a common interest."

   She shook her head.  "He's a very busy man.  He can't talk to every
student.  And shouldn't you be in class?"

   "Wouldn't that be nice," I mumbled.

   "What is it you want?" a man asked, standing in the doorway to the inner
office.  If the wall looked like Dom DeLuise, this guy reminded me of
Jackie Gleason.

   "Just a question.  Are you Mr.  Mulino?"

   "I am.  What's your question?"

   "I just wondered if it was school policy to single out one student, pull
him out of class, and make dire warnings about future trouble?"

   "No," he admitted.  "That's not our policy.

   "Then why did Mr.  Parker have me pulled out of algebra and waste my
morning listening to his threats."

   "Well, Mr.  Parker is the vice principal."

   "And why did Mr.  Parker refuse to allow my mother to participate in
these discussions.  I asked several times."

   Mr.  Mulino looked troubled about that.  "I'm sure Mr.  Parker has his
reasons.  He's an experienced administrator after all."

   "Unfortunately, I can't tell you my opinion of Mr.  Parker's abilities
as an administrator, since freedom of speech doesn't apply here.  Maybe
we'd better get my mother here, and she can discuss Mr.  Parker."

   "Well, we could..."

   "She can also discuss, her son being threatened by a gun."

   "Mr.  Parker had a gun?"

   "No, your rent-a-cop does.  And he likes to use it to enforce his
words."

   "Henry pulled his gun?"

   "He didn't pull it, but he puts his hand on the butt to emphasize what
he says."

   Mr.  Mulino chuckled.  "I think you're blowing this out of proportion."

   "Let's see if People Magazine thinks so."

   "People?"

   "You're Tony Sims," the secretary announced.

   I nodded.

   She looked up at the superintendent.  "The assembly."

   "Oh, God!  Maybe you'd better step in here and tell me exactly what
happened."

   "Then what happened?" Tami asked as she munched on a greasy sloppy joe.

   "I told him all about my morning."

   "Shading it your way," Robbie accused, as she ate a salad that somehow
looked greasier than Tami's sloppy joe.

   "I tried not to.  I tried to be objective.  Then he sent me back to
class and called Parker and Henry over for a talk."

   "Then what happened?" Tami asked again.

   "Well, I'm still here and you may notice that Henry is walking around
with an empty holster and a lost-his-best-friend look on his face.

   "All because you're hero in a magazine," Robbie accused.

   "I think that shortened the process, but I think Mom would have been on
my side and gotten the same result eventually."

   "What about the assembly the secretary mentioned?" Tami asked as she
wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

   "I guess they were planning to do the hero thing..."

   "Oh..." Robbie said, pushing her salad away.

   "I didn't ask..."

   "I know."

   "A friend of mine, Ricky Calloway, gave me some advice for making it as
a freshman in this school.  He said to keep a low profile.  To stay off the
radar." I stood behind the lectern on the stage and looked out at the sea
of faces in front of me.  Six hundred students and change.  "I don't think
I'm doing it right."

   The audience laughed, which helped quiet the butterflies in my stomach.

   "I need to tell you a secret.  It's one I've been keeping all summer."

   Off to the side Mr.  Parker looked annoyed, which also helped quiet my
butterflies.  I was supposed to say thank you for the hero introduction and
get the hell out of the way for the next announcement.

   "Back in July, I was taking a walk with two beautiful, sexy girls." I
saw Parker's face go all pruney when I said sexy.  "We were just hanging
out, not doing anything at all, when Robbie Tate saw smoke.  The Miller
house was on fire.  Since she was their neighbor, she knew that Mrs. 
Miller lived there with three children."

   "She grabbed my arm and Tami's.  And literally pulled us down the road
and into the Miller yard.  When we got there, we saw smoke pouring out of
all the windows.  We also saw Mrs.  Miller's car and no people and knew
they were inside."

   "Robbie told Tami to call the fire department, and Tami took off down
the road to the next house.  Then Robbie rushed into the house.  And I
stood there."

   "Robbie came out a minute later, coughing hard.  She yelled at me.  She
called me some things that I can't repeat while on school property." That
got another laugh.  "Then she went back in.  This time I followed her."

   "There was smoke everywhere.  I couldn't breathe, and I could barely
see. Robbie grabbed the baby out of his crib and started pulling Mrs
Miller, who was barely conscious, toward the door.  I went upstairs and
grabbed the seven-year-old and the three-year-old.  The fire department
showed up just as I was jumping out of the house with the kids."

   "You've probably seen the picture that makes me look like a real hero.
But Robbie was the hero.  I froze.  If Robbie hadn't been there, I'm not
sure any of the Millers would still be around.  It's not that I was scared,
but I froze.  Then everybody assumed I was the hero and Robbie was just
there, and I was too ashamed to set the record straight."

   "So if you want to see a hero, you need to get Robbie up here."

   It was Ricky who started it.  "Rob-bie, Rob-bie, Rob-bie..." he chanted
and stomped his feet.  Then Tami joined in, Luke a syllable behind her.  It
took less than a minute before all six hundred throats were yelling and
twelve hundred feet were stomping.  Robbie got up and slowly made her way
to the stage.

   She hugged me, then smiled at the chanting crowd.  I hugged her again
and faced them myself.  The chanting went on.

   Mr.  Parker never did get to the rest of his announcements.



   Chapter 9

   "I need to go talk to Robbie," I told Tami after we'd done a lap around
the park.  Dinner was over and our nightly walk helped it settle.

   "You just want to get into her pants," Tami accused.  "It must be nice
having a part-time girlfriend with an understanding father."

   Tami glanced at her trailer, where her mother waited inside.

   "It comes in handy," I admitted.  "So what do you think your mom would
do if she heard us making mad passionate love in your room?"

   "Do the words 'castration' and 'convent' mean anything to you?"

   My hand moved subconsciously to cover my crotch.  "So you think we
should keep sneaking around?"

   "We're not even Catholic."

   As I rode toward Robbie's house I thought about my situation.  I hadn't
really planned to have sex with Robbie, but I'd hate to disappoint Tami. 
Of course, the fact that Tami was cool about my sex life including Robbie,
Mikee, and Kelly implied that it would be cool if her sexual circle
expanded.  I thought I would be, though the Peter King incident didn't bode
well.  But, I told myself, that was different.

   I mean, I didn't mind that Robbie was having sex with Ricky.  A lot of
sex, from what I could tell.  And I didn't mind that Mikee's relationship
with Luke seemed to have gotten pretty oral.  But I knew in my heart that
it would be different with Tami.  I just didn't know how different.

   When the door opened to my knock, Robbie took one look at me and flowed
into my arms.  "Oh, Tony," she cooed as her cheek nestled mine.

   Her dad stuck his head out of the living room.  "Would you two get a
room?" He came out into the foyer and extended his hand.  "I heard what you
did today.  It must have been hard."

   I shook his hand while hugging his daughter with my free one.  "It would
have been easier if I'd done it from the start."

   "Hindsight."

   I nodded, my cheek rubbing Robbie's.

   "Now if you don't mind, take my daughter upstairs if you want to ravish
her."

   My eyes opened wide.  He'd always ignored my physical relationship with
Robbie, not encouraged it.

   "I have company coming, and you two aren't exactly the welcome mat I
have in mind."

   "Yeah, Ashley Burke," Robbie added with more than a trace of venom.

   "I thought you liked Ashley?" her dad said, surprised.

   "I do," Robbie admitted grudgingly.  "It's impossible not to like
Ashley." Robbie released me, took my hand and led me toward the stairs. 
"Send her up when she gets here."

   "Are you sure that's a good idea," he called up behind us.

   "We'll be decent," she said.  "Mostly," she said softly for my benefit.

   "Thank you so much for today," she said with a thank you kiss as she
closed her door.

   "You deserved it.  I'm sorry I took so long."

   "I know I said it didn't bother me, but..."

   "I know exactly how you felt.  You know it shouldn't bother you.  You
don't want it to bother you, but inside it just grates on you little by
little, building up, until you want to kill somebody."

   "I'm sorry I tried to hurt you."

   "You tried to hurt me?"

   "At football.  At try-outs.  Two weeks ago."

   "No wonder you were hitting so hard.  I had twice as many bruises as
usual.  And a lot prettier colors."

   Robbie grinned.  "I'm sorry you didn't make varsity."

   "The way you were hitting, I'm just glad I was able to walk off the
field.  Besides, I can still make it."

   Robbie kissed me again, this time not like a thank you kiss.

   "So who's Ashley?" I asked, my hands finding comfortable handholds on
her ass and tit.

   "You'll love her.  She's blond and cute."

   "I like brunettes and redheads," I said firmly.

   "What about Kelly?"

   "I make an exception for her age."

   "Uh huh.  You'll like Ashley.  Think the movie version of Marcia Brady.
Long blond hair and girl-next-door sexy without even realizing it.  Add
super-nice, and it's impossible not to like her."

   "Can I try?"

   "Nope.  She's my friend.  You have to like her to stay on my good side."

   "Well, I want to stay on your good side," I said, squeezing my
handholds.

   "You'd better, or I'll..."

   Her threat was interrupted by a knock.

   Robbie opened the door without unprying herself from my body.  She
kissed me again as a blond girl stepped into the room.

   She looked exactly like the Marcia Brady from the movies.  Guess it was
my day for celebrities.  Dom DeLuise, Jackie Gleason, and now Marcia Brady.

   Robbie let go of me, turned, and hugged the new girl, their cries of
"Ashley" and "Robbie" mingling together.

   I watched, noticing how nicely their tits squished together and
remembering the threesome that I was owed someday.  Maybe we could make it
a foursome.  That would give me a blond, a brunette and a redhead.

   "Ashley, this is my best friend's boyfriend, Tony."

   "If this is your best friend's boyfriend, I want to see how you kiss
your boyfriend."

   Robbie grinned.

   "Tony kisses good, and Tami doesn't mind sharing."

   "In that case..." she said seductively.  I think she was joking.

   "You've got to get permission," I said, wanting at least some control of
the situation.

   "We'll call Tami," Robbie said brightly.

   "We will?"

   "Sure," Robbie said, already picking up the phone and punching two on
her speed-dial.  I was one.  "Hi, Tami," she said after a few rings.  "He's
still here." She listened for a minute, then giggled.  "No, we've still got
them on." She listened some more.  "I've got a friend here who wants to
talk to you." She pushed the phone at Ashley.

   "What should I say?" Ashley asked as she took the phone.

   "You might try, 'Hi, I'm Ashley.'"

   Ashley brought the phone to her ear.  "Hi, I'm Ashley." She listened. 
"Ashley Burke.  I'm from Chattanooga, like Robbie." They talked for a
couple of minutes, then Ashley held the phone to her chest, lucky phone,
and looked at Robbie.  "What now?"

   "Ask her."

   "I...  I can't ask that."

   "You're hopeless," Robbie said and laughed, taking the phone.

   "Hi, Tami.  Ashley thinks Tony's cute and wants to know if she can make
out with him."

   "Robbie!" Ashley shouted, turning red and trying to bury her face in her
shoulder.

   "Okay.  Bye, Tami" Robbie glanced at me and I was shaking my head.

   "Tami says yes, but Tony says no," she said, putting the phone down on
the desk.

   "You do?" Ashley asked, surprised.

   "It's just..."

   "It's okay," she said softly.

   Shit!

   "You don't have to kiss me, if you don't want to." It was almost a
whisper.

   Fuck!  A sex kitten with self-esteem issues.

   "It's just my life is kind of complicated."

   "And I'm a complication." You could almost hear the tears in her voice.

   Fuck!  Fuck!  Damn!  What the hell?  I grabbed Ashley's shoulders and
pulled her to me.  I tilted my head, and my mouth pressed against hers. 
She kept her mouth closed, but other than that she was a hell of a kisser.
My hands moved naturally to her ass and tit, just like they had with
Robbie.

   The kiss lasted a long time.

   "That's one hell of a complication," I muttered when we came up for air.

   "It's not a complication.  She lives on the other side of the country.
It was just a kiss." Robbie said, with a laugh.

   "Didn't you know?  We're moving.  My dad's going to work for your dad
again."

   I flipped Robbie the bird behind Ashley's back.  Then I kissed Ashley
again.  And again.

   I sent People the true story of the rescue.  They sent back a letter
thanking me but never printed anything.  You know what they say about facts
and legends.

   Print the legend.



   Chapter 10

   The only good thing about not making varsity was that I got to watch
Robbie's games.  Most of the time.  The freshmen team played on Wednesday
nights, the JV on Thursdays, and the varsity on Fridays, though that
changed depending on school schedules, weather and stuff.

   I was the starting quarterback for the JV.  At least I'd skipped the
freshman team.  Robbie was the backup reserve quarterback for the varsity,
though some times she'd go in as an end or on defense.  So that also means
I got more playing time than she did.  I guess that's two things.

   So Wednesdays, if the freshmen were at home, Robbie, Ricky, Tami and I
would go watch the freshman play.  After all we knew everybody.  Then
Thursdays Robbie, Ricky, and Tami would come watch me, and Fridays Ricky,
Tami, and I would come watch Robbie.  And if we hadn't had enough, we'd
have somebody's house Saturday for college and Sunday for the pros.

   Luke and Mikee would join us some of those days.  But Luke also had
Tuesday night football at the middle school.  Mikee was a cheerleader.

   Ashley moved at the middle of September.  She wasn't into football, but
she'd usually come either Thursday or Friday if we were at home, just to
hang with the group.  As you can imagine, the guys were all over her, but
so far nobody had made any headway.  Tami told me to make her feel welcome,
so I'd make out with here a couple times a week.  Maybe feel her up.  Yeah,
I know I'm whipped.  It's hell doing what your girlfriend wants.

   Life was Goo...  Well, I didn't want to use the G-word.  It seems like
every time I thought life was...  well, you know, then life would come
crashing down, and Tami and I would be out of it for months at a time.  Not
this year.

   Every night we weren't at football, Tami and I would take an evening
walk around the park, or to the store, through the woods, or some
combination.  Sometimes Robbie was with us.  Or one or both of the girls.
Sometimes we'd talk, sometimes just walk in silence.

   But I also liked to walk by myself.  Just me and my thoughts.  That was
usually when I had to be careful about thinking life was G.  Usually when I
was trekking by myself, I was in the woods behind the park.  They extended
about a half-mile behind the park and about a quarter mile one way and a
half mile the other, so there were lots of trails.  I always hoped I'd find
another owl, but so far no luck.

   It was the last Saturday in September, and I was hanging by myself. 
Ricky and Robbie were at a movie, and Tami had gone shopping with her
mother.  Robbie was annoyed with me anyway.  The JV had won their fourth
game on Thursday, and the varsity had dropped their fourth.  Which, like a
good friend, I didn't mention.  But Robbie said I smirked a lot.  I don't
even know how to smirk.

   None of the games on TV interested me.  Besides, it was a beautiful day.
Indian summer had hit central Washington.  I decided to go exploring. 
There was one corner of the woods that I hadn't checked out much.

   I made several sandwiches, then loaded a backpack with them, some
cookies, and a couple of cans of Atlanta's finest and headed out.  I even
stuck in the new digital camera I'd bought with my lawn mowing money.  The
sun was shining hard, but the temperature was mid-seventies with just a
hint of a breeze.

   I went past Mr.  Lansing's trailer, into the woods, and started taking
trails that headed toward the southeast corner.  I figured eventually I'd
come out on McIver's Way.  Then, if I still wanted to hike, I could walk a
mile to the state park and hike around there all afternoon.

   Birds swooped through the low branches, checking me out, but no owls.  I
thought I saw a hawk, but it was too far away to be sure.  Squirrels were
out in force, and I saw a racoon and skunk, too.

   I took a lot of pictures.  The camera was still new, so it was a toy. 
I'd bought a one gig card, so I could take all the pictures I wanted. 
Maybe I'd put them together into a photo report for some class.  The skunk
picture turned out great.  With the zoom, it made it look like I was a
daring wildlife photographer right up in his face.

   I wondered who owned all this.  I'd hate like hell for somebody to turn
it into a mini-mall or something.

   About the time I figured I should be getting to McIver's, I ran into a
tall redwood fence.

   Somebody had some bucks.  The fence was seven feet high, and I didn't
think redwood was cheap.

   Idle curiosity made me wonder what was behind the fence.  There was a
tree next to it, and I hadn't climbed a tree in years.  I jumped up and
grabbed a branch about eight feet off the ground, then pulled myself up.

   The backyard was worth the climb, I thought as I sat on the limb.  It
was fantastic.  Lots of grass, a little creek that started from a
four-foot-high waterfall.  A dozen different flower beds.  On one side of
the house was a pool.  On the other, a redwood deck and hot tub.  This was
the kind of place I wanted when Tami and I got a house.  Which meant at
least one of us had to make some bucks.

   I was taking pictures of everything when a girl came out of the house. I
zoomed in on her.  It was Sally Jeffries in a string bikini that looked
like it would be at home on a Brazilian beach.

   Yes, I visit those sites on the internet.  But it was research.  I was
doing a report on the Amazon river.  And the river empties into the
Atlantic ocean.  And the ocean has beaches at Rio de Janeiro.  And people
use those beaches.  And some of those people are girls.  And the girls in
Rio wear really small bikinis.  Good honest research.

   Sally was a sophomore, a year ahead of me.  I realized that I'd never
paid much attention to her and wondered why.  She had a spectacular body.
Then she turned around and leaned over to adjust her lounge chair.  She had
a spectacular ass which the thong in back of her bikini showed off in every
detail.

   Why the hell hadn't I noticed her?

   Then I remembered.  She always wore baggy clothes.  Usually loose pants
and baggy sweatshirts.  And glasses.  She wasn't wearing glasses now, so
either she had contacts, or didn't need them around the house.

   I knew I was being a peeping Tom, but couldn't seem to make myself get
out of the tree.  I mean, after all, I hadn't climbed up to spy on her.  I
was checking out the yard.  I didn't even know she lived here.  I realized
that I'd taken a couple dozen pictures of Sally while I'd looked through
the zoom, but promised myself that I'd delete them when I got home.  Or
maybe when I was old and senile and they put me in a home.

   I watched as Sally settled onto the lounger.  She leaned back, her long
legs slightly open.  I took some more pictures and wondered if I could get
a camera with a stronger zoom.

   My cock was trying to get my attention as it pressed against the
cut-offs I was wearing, but I had not sunk low enough to jerk off in a
tree, spying on a girl.  I'd almost convinced myself to climb down when
Sally reached behind her and undid her top, taking it off and letting it
fall to the ground beside her.

   I took another thirty or so pictures.

   Mental note: password protect the file when I download the pictures onto
my computer.  Before I do the responsible thing and delete them, of course.
But I had to download them, so I could see them on my 21-inch monitor. 
Just to see how they turned out.

   After almost twenty minutes I was ready to climb down.  I had almost two
hundred shots of Sally, and I didn't think she was going to take of her
bottom.  I'd put the camera in my pocket when somebody else came out of the
house.  Another girl.  In a bikini.

   I pulled out the camera and zoomed in.  I recognized her, but didn't
know who she was.  I hate that feeling.  She was wearing a bikini at least
as small as Sally's, though I couldn't tell if it was a thong in back.  Her
body was almost as nice.  She stretched and said something to Sally.  Sally
laughed.

   I knew I knew her.  I didn't think she went to our school.  Why would I
know her, if she didn't go to our school?

   The only girls I knew who I didn't go to school with were in California.
Was she a cheerleader from another school?  Maybe I'd seen her at a game. I
tried to picture her jumping up and down in a short skirt, but it didn't
seem to fit.

   Wait.  I did know some other girls.  Alana's friends.  But she wasn't
one of those.  She had to be Sally's friend.  I tried to picture her
dressed like Sally, baggy sweatshirt and loose pants.

   It clicked.

   Dana something.

   She'd come to school with Sally the first week of school.  She was from
Yakima.  Or Tacoma.  Or Vancouver.  Someplace like that.

   Oh, my God!  Dana had straddled Sally and sat down on her thighs.  She
was wearing a thong.  Now she was leaning forward, and their lips melted
together.  I saw a flash of tongue.

   Oh fuck!  I reached down and adjusted my cock, then took more pictures.
My mind played a brief scene where I jumped down inside the fence, said,
'Hi Girls," and we were a tangle of naked bodies.  I wondered if Tami was
ready for that three-way with Robbie yet.

   Sally's hands were busy on Dana's back, and her top came off and joined
Sally's.  I took picture after picture as their tits rubbed together.  Then
Sally took Dana's nipple into her mouth.  I reached down and squeezed Big
Tony through my cut-offs.

   Damn!  I'd read about girl-girl sex.  I'd fantasized about Robbie and
Tami and other girls.  I'd wondered about Mikee and Kelly.  They were so
sexual.  What did they do when I wasn't around?  Despite hundreds of
stories I'd read about sisters exploring each other's bodies, I just
couldn't picture Mikee and Kelly together.

   I watched as Dana stood and pulled down her bottoms, then pulled off
Sally's.  Sally adjusted the lounger until she was lying flat.  Dana
grinned at her and straddled her head.  Then she was pressing her pussy
down on Sally's mouth.  I could tell by her face when Sally's tongue
stabbed into her pussy.

   Then I remembered that my camera also took video.  I hadn't tried that
yet.  I changed to video mode and shot as Dana leaned down and started
kissing Sally's crotch.  They were doing a 69.

   I took another ten minutes of video before the girls got up and walked
hand-in-hand to the house.  I was so far gone that I thought about dropping
into the yard and trying to find the right window to see the rest of the
action.  I wondered if they would use dildos on each other.  I closed my
eyes and pictured the two of them, naked on a bed, with an assortment of
sex toys.  Until now, I'd thought all the toys I'd read about were stupid,
but with the picture of the two young lesbians fresh in my mind...

   Eyes still closed, I reached down and released Big Tony.  I felt
light-headed, but that was because every drop of blood in my body had
engorged my favorite tool.  I wrapped my hand around it and squeezed.  The
orgasm that washed over me was incredible.  I could feel my cock pulse in
my hand as spurt after spurt of my seed splattered down to the ground

   Two hot lesbians.

   Completely in my power.

   Completely at my mercy.

   My eyes opened and I let go of my cock.  Thinking with the small head
was definitely not a good idea.  The two girls weren't in my power.  They
deserved their privacy.  What they did wasn't any of my business.  Wasn't
anybody's business.  I put Big Tony back in his garage, zipped up, and
dropped to the ground.

   I'd filled almost the entire gigabyte card.  I knew I should delete it
all, but also knew I wouldn't.

   I headed home.

   I needed to wash my mind out with soap.
   Or take a walk with Tami if she were back.  That worked too.