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Subject: {ASSM} Dance Of A Lifetime 5--A Turning Point (005/100+) (mf rom slow nosex)
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Dance of a Lifetime 5
A Turning Point
by Frank Downey
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They ended up in the hospital. That punch to Sophia's mouth was
accompanied by another to Sophia's already broken ribs, before
the cops got in and grabbed Scott. Sophia and Warren had gone
down to the police station to give their statements, but the cops
did it quickly because it was clear that Sophia was in agony, and
Warren wanted to make sure his jaw wasn't broken. The cops took
them to the hospital.
They could come in later in the week and finish up their
statements--the cops had gotten the basics.
Scott was behind bars, at least for now. They went to the
emergency room, where the nurses called their parents. Sophia was
badly hurt and extremely shook up, but felt strangely liberated.
Even so, she refused to leave Warren's side. She even made the
nurses put them in the same examining room. The nurses told her
that she would have to take her shirt off in front of him, and
she said, "I don't care. He stays." So he stayed.
It would make it easier on the doctors, anyhow--they could
check them both out at once.

Sophia's mother was the first to show up. She was alternately
hysterical and scolding. Warren was dumbfounded. Yeah, she was
shook up at seeing her oldest daughter in the condition she was
in, but a little support might have been nice. She screamed, and
then cried, and then screamed, completely ignored Warren, and had
Sophia on the verge of tears herself. They closed the curtain so
the doctors could check Sophia out, and she shot Warren a look of
utter despair. She would have insisted the curtain stay open if
her mother hadn't been there, but she didn't need to give her
mother another excuse to go off.

Warren was very glad to see his own parents. They were, of
course, concerned--his mother Peg was, after all, a mother,
and his father Jim was concerned in his own way--but they
didn't get hysterical.

"Oh God, Warren. That doesn't look too good," Peg said.

"Mom, I'm fine. They don't even think it's broken. I'm just going
to be talking a little softer for a few days. 
That should be a welcome relief. You can just make me coffee
milkshakes." They all laughed.

"What did the police say?" Jim asked.

"Oh, they think the asshole's going to be out of commission for a
while."

"How do you get yourself involved in these messes?" Peg asked.

"Come on, Mom. How many messes, exactly, do I get myself involved
in?"

"OK. Not many", Peg smiled. "But this one appears to be adoozy."

"No argument there."

Jim looked at his son and said, "I hope this girl is worth it."

Warren put his finger over his lips and pointed towards the
curtain.
"Yes she is. You'll see," he whispered.

"She's in here?" Peg whispered.

"Yeah."

"Why'd they do that"?

"Soph insisted. She didn't want to leave me."

"What's all that yelling"? Jim whispered.

"Her mother. Wonderful, isn't it? Thank you guys for not doing
that."

Sophia's mother emerged from behind the curtain and walked out of
the room, not saying a word to anyone. Then the curtain opened.

"How you doing, Soph?"

"She'll be fine," the Doctor interjected. "Now, let's check you
out."

Sophia elaborated while the Doctor checked out Warren's jaw. "My
ribs are definitely broken.
I have to stay out of school and work for the rest of the week
and pretty much stay in bed, and I'm going to be taped up for a
while--but they think that's the extent of it. My shoulder
is slightly separated, but will be OK, and my back is
bruised--and they think that my left breast is just bruised
and not permanently damaged, like they thought before."

"Oh, good, that's a relief. That's an important part of the body
not to be damaged."

"Pig." Sophia said, grinning.

"You know it."

"Will you shut up so I can finish this?" the Doctor interjected.

"Sorry."

"Besides, Warren," Jim said dryly, "You shouldn't talk that way
in front of your mother."

Even Peg laughed at that. She wasn't a prude by any means. 

"These are your parents, War?" Sophia asked. Warren gave her a
thumbs-up. "Hi. I'm Sophia."
She shook hands with both of them.

Jim looked at the girl sitting in front of him--the young
lady that had completely complicated his oldest son's
well-ordered life--and said, "You're right, Warren. She's
definitely worth it." And winked at her.

Warren burst out laughing--much to the consternation of the
doctor--and Peg rolled her eyes at her husband. Sophia just
stared, dumbfounded.

"That's my Dad." Warren said, dryly. "Translated, Soph, he thinks
you're a babe. Of course, I already knew that." Sophia just
sputtered. Warren's parents certainly were.....different. 

"Honey, you've embarrassed her," Peg said.

"I was just pleased that Warren has inherited his old man's good
taste in women, that's all."

"Nice save, Dad."

"Thanks, Warren."

"Yeah, thanks Warren," Peg said sarcastically. "C'mon, Jim. Let's
let the doctor finish up. We'll see you in the waiting room."

"OK." They left, with Sophia staring blankly at the door. "Those
were your parents?"

"Uh-huh. Never a dull moment with those two."


Warren did not have a broken jaw. Sophia got some painkillers and
a week of bedrest, and got to go home with her mother still
carping in her ear. Warren went home and did some studying.

Sophia spent the rest of the week in bed; half the time hopped up
on painkillers, and the other half of the time thinking. She had
quite a bit to think about.

Friday afternoon, her phone rang. "Soph, it's Warren. You up to
some company tonight?"

"I'd love it."

"Well, then, you have a choice. It can just be lil' ol' me, or,
my buddy Crash was supposed to come down tonight with his
girlfriend Alison, so we could make it a party. We'll even teach
you how to play poker."

Soph giggled. "Actually that sounds like fun."

"Great. Let me call the Crashmeister, and we'll be there."

They got dropped off by Warren's mother at about 7:00, and
greeted Sophia laden with sodas, Warren's "world famous chip dip"
and other goodies, and a couple decks of cards. "We even brought
some videos, if we get tired of poker." Warren said.

"Yeah," said Alison, bemused,  "but Crash picked them out, so we
got Caddyshack, or Animal House."

"Classic American filmmaking, I tell you, " replied Crash.

It got to be about 10:00, and Sophia realized something amazing.
She was at home, not drinking, not on drugs--she hadn't
even taken a painkiller--not having sex, with two preppies
and one of the preppy's equally preppy girlfriend--and she
was having a blast. Alison was sweet, and Crash was an
experience.
She had always seen Warren's keen wit and humor, but Crash
magnified it tenfold. Between Warren's superbly timed sarcasm and
Crash's constant stream of one-liners, she laughed so much it
made her ribs hurt more. She didn't mind. After Alison whipped
them all at poker--"Cause she cheats", kidded
Crash--they moved to the TV room and popped in Caddyshack.
Sophia had never seen the film, and had to admit that it was
funny--the humor being enhanced by Warren and Crash, who
apparently knew every word and recited such right along with the
movie. 

Halfway through, the guys declared an emergency--"We're out
of soda!"--and headed off to the nearby store to restock.
They paused the movie, and Alison stayed to keep Sophia company.
They were still goofing as they walked out the door, and Sophia
was still laughing as the door closed behind them.

"Whew", Sophia caught her breath, "are they always like that?"

"Mostly." Alison smiled.

"Oh boy. The next time I have them both in my house at the same
time, remind me not to have broken ribs. I've laughed so much it
hurts."

"I keep telling them they should take their act on the road."

"I take it you're exposed to the act frequently."

"Yeah. I've been going out with Jay for almost a year, so I've
gotten to know Warren pretty well. Of course, Jay and I are going
out so Warren's not with us all the time"--they both
giggled--"but he is 
Jay's best friend."

"I take it Jay is Crash's real name. I never knew that."

Alison giggled. "Actually it's Jason, but only his mother calls
him that. Most people call him Jay. Only Warren calls him Crash.
He drove his bicycle into the side of his house a while ago. Made
a big joke about it, as usual--said Just call me
Crash--so Warren does. That's the way they are."

Sophia giggled. Alison went on, "So, yeah, if we don't want to be
alone, we hang out with Warren. We've been known to show up at
his neighborhood parties, because they are always a blast. I have
to say, though, that I used to get worried about Warren feeling
like a fifth wheel. He worries about that. It's nice to see him
have a girlfriend, finally--he deserves it."

Sophia blinked at that one. "Actually, I'm not his girlfriend.
We're just friends. Did he say I was his girlfriend?"

Alison thought. "Actually, come to think of it, he never did. I
just assumed."

"No, we're just very good friends. You know what happened to us,
with my ex?" Alison nodded. "OK. Well, we have a strong bond, as
friends, because we've been through a lot together. But we're not
going out."

Alison thought for a minute. She was a smart girl, and was
usually very good at seeing things, figuring things out. She had
learned to trust her instincts. And her instincts right now said
that somebody needed a push. So, she said, with a raised eyebrow,
"Just friends, huh? Well you could have fooled me."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"What it means is this--I assumed you were going out.
Warren didn't tell me that, I just assumed. Why? Because I've
been watching you two all night. I have to tell you that anyone
who didn't know you two and walked into this room and watched you
would immediately conclude that they were watching two people who
were madly in love with each other."

"Huh?"

"You heard what I said. Look, I figured out a while ago that
Warren was in love with you, just by the way he talks about you.
What I didn't know is if you were in love with him. Now I know."
Alison smiled. "You are, in a big way. You got it bad for my
little buddy, girl," she smirked.

"You don't know what you're talking about." Sophia snorted.

"Don't I. You think about it. I'll bet my right arm on thisone."

"I'm not--I can't--be in love with Warren Kelleher!"

"Why not?"

"We're too different."

"Not really, you're not."

"Come on! He's a preppy! He doesn't party. He actually likes to
study! He's a virgin. He doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, doesn't do
drugs. We have nothing in common!"

"That's all surface junk. And you do have some surface stuff in
common--he's told me that. You're both baseball nuts. You
both like figure skating. You're both card-carrying
Beatlemaniacs. You both like to read."

"True."

"And like I said, that's all surface stuff. Crash and I have less
surface stuff in common than you do, except we both like poker.
What counts is what's inside, Sophia. Look, none of that other
stuff matters. Are drinking and drugs that important to who you
are? Is preppy a dirty word?"

"No, I suppose not, on both counts."

"And as for him being a virgin, all that means is that you get to
teach him!"

Sophia laughed.

"All I'm saying is, look into your heart. What's your heart
telling you? I'm willing to bet that, if you listen, you'll
discover that I'm right. And, I wish I had a camera, because if I
took a picture of you looking at him, and you saw the way you
look at him, you'd know I'm right."

Sophia sat for a minute, and then said, "How do I look at him?"

"Like he's the center of the universe."

The guys walked in. They started the movie, and Crash and Warren
went back into their routine, but Sophia was barely paying
attention. She looked a Warren--looked hard at
him--and let her heart speak. And she realized, right then,
without a doubt, that Alison was right.

She was in love with Warren.


As the guys were cleaning up to get ready to go, Sophia called
Alison over. "Would you mind if I got your phone number? I'd like
to call you tomorrow sometime."

"Sure. What's up?"

"I need to talk. I need help with something."

"OK." She wrote down the number. "I should be home all day."


Back at Warren's house, waiting for Jay's father to pick them up,
Alison had a brief talk with Warren.

"She's some girl, Warren."

"Yup"

"You guys going out?"

Warren snorted. "Be real, Ally. She's completely out of my
league."

"I beg to differ."

"Yeah, right."

"Warren. She's in love with you."

"Naah. That's friendship, and gratitude. Why would she be in love
with me, for goodness' sake?"

"Oh, I dunno. Some of us think you're all right, you know."
Alison smirked at him.

"Yeah. For friendship. Not for dating."

"In my case, you're right. Of course, I am taken." They both
chuckled. "But any girl that gets you is getting one hell of a
catch, and even a friend like me can figure that out. Trust me.
She's just about to figure it out, too. Because she's in love
with you."

"Alison, you are nuts."

"Let me ask you a question, War. Are you in love with her?"

"Yeah. I have been for some time."

"Well, TELL HER, you goof!!!"

Warren sighed. "Ally, I know you mean well, but rejection gets
real old, real fast."

"You will not get rejected."

"Easy for you to say."








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