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Subject: {ASSM} Spring Break 
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SPRING BREAK
by Varangian





"Hey!  You there!  It's time to get up"

The thirtyish woman stood with hands on hips gazing with an expression
of annoyed amusement at the sleeping young man who sprawled on the
bed.  He was naked, but a tangled sheet covered his privates, if
little else.  Despite his physical maturity there was little hair on
his attractive blonde body.  He was a good looking guy, she thought,
most likely a college boy on spring break.

"Wake up!" she said in a louder voice.

He rolled onto his back.  His eyes opened then widened in surprise.

"Who are you?" he asked and desperately sought to spread the twisted
bedding over him.

"I think that question is more appropriately mine, since I own this
house," she replied in an educated Southern voice.  "Evidently Ronald
sneaked you in last night when I was asleep."

"Who's Ronald?"  The young man wrinkled his nose in confusion.

"Who's Ronald, you ask!" the woman exclaimed.

With her eyes on his she leaned down to retrieve an open jar of
Vaseline and its lid from the bedside table. After snapping on the top
she flipped it in her hand a couple of times.  He stared at the
container, his face registering an appalling realization of its
significance.  He groped with a hand beneath the sheet then looked up
at the woman in dismay.

"I don't recall coming here," he said hurriedly, loudly.  "I was on
the beach.  I was sick.  That's all I remember."

The woman suppressed a smile.  "So he dragged you in here drunk," she
said.  "I suppose that means you didn't feel any discomfort.  Or
perhaps you missed out on some pleasure.  Whatever.  I don't know your
bent."  She turned to leave the room.  "Get dressed," she said without
looking back at him.  "I'll be in the kitchen.  The coffee is still
fresh."

When the door closed behind her Jack Hogan reached again under the
sheet to touch the oily slickness between his butt cheeks.  His face
grimaced like a child on the verge of tears, although he was fully
grown -- twenty years old.  He jumped from the bed as if it were
contaminated, a movement that produced a queasiness in his throat and
salty saliva in his mouth.  He rushed for the bathroom where he
retched painfully into the toilet bowl as he knelt on the cold tile
floor.

Never before had he felt so miserable, both physically and morally.
At the moment he could not decide which was the greater torment -- his
devastating hangover or the horrifying certainty he had been reamed by
a stranger.  A five minute shower eased somewhat the first distress,
but the second continued to trouble him.  He worried about AIDS.

After the shower he sat on the bed to collect his thoughts.  His
situation was so utterly humiliating.  Looking around the small room
that was sorely in need of fresh paint he wondered whether he was in a
whore house. He angrily pulled aside the bedding to locate his
clothes.

He searched in  vain for his sneakers then stepped barefoot into the
hallway and walked toward the kitchen guided by the aroma of coffee.
He was clad in shorts and a T-shirt.  His underpants were inexplicably
missing.  From the doorway he saw the woman sitting at a small dinette
table holding a cup in both hands.  She surveyed him slowly from feet
to head.  A faint smile formed on her mature, agreeable face.

"Did you clean up your mess?" she asked calmly.

"I made it to the toilet," he replied sheepishly and sat at the table
in response to her inviting gesture

.."You're pale," she observed.  "Think you could eat something?  Eggs?"

He nodded his head and mumbled thanks without meeting her eyes.  He
felt very out of place.  After a moment's pause she rose without a
word and went to the refrigerator.  He gazed at her from behind as she
prepared his breakfast.  She was a formidable, tall woman who was not
quite stout. The back of her neck and bare elbows caught his attention
as did the blonde hair that coiled atop her head.  There was a
comforting familiarity about her attractive freshness that reminded
him of his Aunt Polly, his mother's kid sister.

"My name's Polly," she announced over her shoulder, startling him with
the coincidence.

"I'm Jack," he responded glumly.

"Are you here on spring break, Jack?," she inquired, returning to the
table with a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in one hand and a cup
of coffee in the other.

"Yeah.  We drove down from Michigan."

The odor of food raised his spirits a notch.   Polly sat opposite him
again.

"You came with friends?" she asked with an inquiring tilt of the head.

"There are four of us," he replied, his voice muffled by a piece of
toast in his mouth.  "We're at a motel somewhere near the edge of
town."

"And you lost track of them last night I take it."

"They left me on the beach.  I suppose I was drunk."

She grinned.  "I suppose so too!  Then Ronald found you like a
treasure in the sand."

"Who's Ronald?" Jack asked for the second time, his eyes fixed on
Polly's cheerful, smooth face.

She frowned quickly.  "A friend of mine.  We were very close before he
turned completely gay."  She looked at him closely.  "You needn't
worry, Jack," she said with soft spoken assurance.  "He may be
irresponsible, but he's a conscientious guy.  He probably used a
condom last night."

Jack blushed and stared at his food.  He seemed trapped in a
nightmare.

"He won't be back," she promised.  "I called while you were in the
shower and told him not to come near this house for the next month.  I
yelled at him."

"He raped me!" Jack exclaimed angrily without looking at her.  He was
profoundly abashed.

"Only he knows that for certain.  Right?" she responded with curious
equanimity.  "In any case you weren't aware of it."

She reached over and squeezed his hand lightly until he looked up from
the table to gaze at her smiling face.  He grinned weakly.  She
appeared to be a caring person, he thought.  But he continued to
seethe.  He could not comprehend her casual attitude regarding the
violation of his body the previous night and her easy dismissal of the
perpetrator's guilt.

"You seemed annoyed when you found me in the bed," he stated. "Now
you're treating me like a house guest."

"You're in my house, Jack, and I do consider you a guest, however
unconventionally you arrived here for your sexual adventure."

"It was no adventure."  He gazed at her.  "I was unconscious at the
time and probably wouldn't have guessed what happened, had you not
given me the clue."

"In that case I suppose you can blame me for your anger."  She eyed
him with pursed lips.

"It's obviously not your fault, Polly," he objected.  "But had this
happened back home a woman in your position would be screaming for the
police before now."

She smiled broadly.  "Because of an harmless sexual episode?  We're
not like that, Jack.  People around here are rather blas , about such
things."

His eyes wandered to the kitchen window that revealed a palm tree in
the yard outside and a warm, sunny day although winter was scarcely
gone.

"This is a very exotic place," he remarked.  "I've never traveled much
before."

She gave his hand another squeeze.  "I bet there are a lot of things
you haven't done before, Jack," she said cheerfully.

He acknowledged the truth of her observation with a slight nod of the
head.  She studied his face, still boyish despite the need of a shave.
After a pause she released his hand and sat back in her chair.  She
looked at him expectantly as if awaiting some comment, but he remained
silent.

"I suppose you and your friends drove down here in search of girls,"
she remarked.

"In our dreams!"  He waved a dismissive hand.  "There are too many
guys on the beach and in the bars.  We'd have better luck back on
campus."

"Were you lucky at school?" she asked with a sly grin.

He examined his fingers.  He could not acknowledge the embarrassing
truth of his virginity.

"What are you, Jack?  A sophomore?

"Junior," he replied in a low voice without looking up.  "I'll be
twenty one next month," he added pointlessly.

She grinned and took his hand for another brief squeeze.

"Your time will come," she said pleasantly and stood in response to
the sound of a car outside.

"That must be the girls," she said, stepping to the back door, which
opened before she reached it.

"Mama!" a tall, blonde girl exclaimed before she was fully inside the
kitchen.  "Why did you yell at Ronald and tell him to stay away?"

"So that's where you've been this morning," the woman responded.  "He
broke a firm rule of the house, Laura," she continued sternly.  "You
know he's not allowed to bring his  boy friends over."

Jack gazed at the attractive girl, a younger model of her mother,
although her breasts were less prominent.  She was about his age.

"So this is the guy?" she asked rudely with a nod at Jack. "Ronald
said he found him drunk on the beach."

"Mind your manners!" the mother scolded.  "His name is Jack." She
turned to the young man at the table.  "Jack, this is my older
daughter, Laura."   She looked at the open door.  "Where's Peggy?" she
asked the girl, who now stared openly at Jack with a scornful
expression on her almost pretty face.

"In the yard playing with the cat," the younger blonde answered
without turning her attention from the rueful young man.

"I have an errand for you two," the mother remarked as she casually
stepped close to the screen.  "Peggy!" she shouted suddenly.  "Come
inside."

"What kind of errand?" Laura inquired, her lips forming a pout.  "I
have plans for today."

Polly opened the screen to admit a smaller girl who was perhaps eleven
years old.  Jack was immediately struck by her exquisite cuteness.
She was an angelic, blonde pixie who stared back at him as if he were
an exotic curiosity.  The pony tail atop her head reached just to her
mother's shoulder. Polly turned to the older girl.

"I want you to drive Jack back to his motel.  It's probably at the far
end of the strip."

"Mother!" Laura protested in an exasperated whine.

"Do that and you can have the car for the rest of the day."  Her
mother's words were more a command than a promise.

Peggy abandoned the group to peer vacantly into the refrigerator.
Jack did not actually stare at her, but he realized his eyes had
lingered too long on the young girl when Laura sneered at him.

"Are you an omnivore, Jack?" she inquired acidly, a remark that
prompted the mother to swat her behind.

"Be civil!" Polly hissed.

Jack felt extremely uncomfortable in that setting which was so unlike
the familiar surroundings of Bloomfield Hills.  The sub tropic
environment outside, the strange females, even the distinctive odor of
the small kitchen were beyond his experience.  He realized he was very
much out of place and was painfully aware that he was an ill clad
fellow whose dignity had been stripped away the previous evening.

"Can I come too?" Peggy asked in a little girl voice, shutting the
fridge and turning to the others.

"Yeah, Peg.  You can be the chaperone," Laura replied snippily.

Jack stood, eager to be away.  He was pleased the little one would
accompany them, because he feared riding alone with the acerbic older
girl who was obviously aware of how he had been degraded.  He thanked
Polly for her hospitality, and after a few words between mother and
daughters the three young people gathered outside next to the car in
the unpaved driveway.

"Where are your shoes?" Peggy asked brightly.

"I lost them," Jack replied tersely.

"Maybe Ronald has them.  He collects souvenirs."

"Yeah," Laura remarked with a derisive laugh.  "He has a chest full of
momentos, mostly underwear."

The three of them climbed into the car, an old Chevy station wagon,
Peggy between her two larger companions.  Laura backed down the
driveway and onto the street rather recklessly, Jack thought.

"What's the name of your motel?" the older girl asked abruptly.

The tone of her voice and her entire demeanor announced an urgent
desire to be rid of him.  Jack assumed that in her eyes he was nothing
more than flotsam found on a beach and used for a sexual purpose by a
passing stranger.  He now had to expose himself to additional
humiliation.

"I don't know," he said and winced even before her predictable
outburst.

"You don't know!" she shouted.  "Then where the Hell are we going?"

She braked the car sharply and pulled to the curb.  Peggy glanced into
his face with evident sympathy.

"Are you a retard?" she asked simply.

Laura looked across at him.  She fumed in silence awaiting
instructions.  Jack had no idea where the motel was, what it looked
like or anything that could be of assistance in locating it.

"I was asleep when we arrived," he explained in a clear voice, hoping
not sound like a complete fool.  "One of the other guys checked in.  I
never paid attention."

The older girl stared at him in outraged stupefaction.

"Then it would do no good driving up and down the strip aimlessly."
She seethed.  "This is not our problem, Jack.  Why don't you just get
out of the car and wander around until you find your buddies?"

"No!" Peggy exclaimed, her face turned to Laura but with a hand on
Jack's knee.  "Let's go ask Ronald.  He'll know what to do."

The older girl bounced her head lightly against the steering wheel
than raised it to emit a howl of laughter.

"Yes!" she choked in her glee.  "Let's take him to Ronald's house!"

She leaned towards Jack, squeezing her small sister with a shoulder.
"I'm sure he'll be happy to see you again," she said with contrived
affability.  "Perhaps you'll find some missing clothes."

"Don't bother.  I'll get out." Jack said quickly, thinking it
preferable to roam the streets bare foot in search of his friends.  He
grasped the door handle, but Laura already had the car in motion and
gathering speed.  Peggy smiled at him sweetly.

"Ronald will know what to do," she said with absolute confidence.

The Chevy soon veered off the main street onto an unpaved road with a
bounce and a bump.  Laura hunched over the steering wheel with a grim
smile on her face as she sped past weedy vacant fields and occasional
ramshackle cottages.

"You're driving like a maniac," Jack protested and groped vainly for a
seat belt.

The small girl beside him patted his hand like a comforting mother.

"We're almost there" she assured him with a wink.

The car skidded on the gravel when Laura braked suddenly to negotiate
the narrow culvert of a drainage ditch and pass onto a desolate
property.  A shabby house trailer occupied the broad, dusty space
together with a dead tree and two old cars, one of which, lacking
wheels, perched on cinder blocks.

"Do you think he's still home?" the little one asked her sister.

"His car's here," she replied and brought the vehicle to a halt close
to the trailer.

Jack opened the door and jumped out of the station wagon as if it were
on fire and about to explode.  He looked about in despair at the ugly
and barren surroundings bereft of anything green except the cracked
surface of the house trailer.

"This is hideous!" he exclaimed and turned as if to flee, but Peggy
grasped a hand.

"We've had a drought," she explained, pulling on him, urging him
toward the trailer.

He resisted but did not jerk his hand away, because he didn't want to
be separated from the only beautiful thing in sight.  Laura rounded
the car and thumped him viciously on the shoulder.

"Let go her hand, you pervert!" she exclaimed.

"I'm holding him, not the other way," the smaller girl objected
loudly.

Jack freed his hand and took a step back from the two girls.  He
wanted to get away, to return home, and he certainly did not care to
meet Ronald.

"I'm leaving," he stated.  "I'll walk back to the highway, buy some
clothes and catch the next flight to Detroit."

"You have money?" Laura asked in surprise.

Jack sneered.  "Fortunately I was only raped last night, not robbed."

The girl's mouth opened.  Her expression suggested the onset of a
tirade, but she was interrupted by a basso voice from the trailer
doorway.

"Christ, girls!  Can't you keep it down?"

"Ronald!" Peggy squealed and raced to the man.  She clung to one of
his impressively muscular arms as he stepped towards the other two.
The little girl squinted in the serene composure of one who is
protected by an impregnable fortress.

He was at least forty years old,  two inches taller than Jack and many
pounds heavier, although there appeared to be no flab on him.  His
head was completely shaven.  Two golden ear rings suggested more a
pirate than a sissy.  He had the smooth, handsome face of a Latin
gigolo including a thin mustache.

"Who's your friend?" he asked Laura after giving her a substantial
kiss on the lips and a brief fondle of her right breast.

"We found him at Mama's," the little girl squeaked.

"This is Jack, the guy you dragged in last night," Laura elaborated.

"Really!"  The man beamed a broad smile that revealed perfect teeth.

He retrieved his arm from Peggy's grasp and offered a hand to the
nonplused young man.

Leaning close he said, "Excuse me for not recognizing you, but I was
just about as drunk as you when we met on the beach."

Ronald's grip was not intimidating; in fact it made no statement at
all.  Jack returned the shake with mouth gaping foolishly at the guy
who had raped him the night before.  His anger remained intact, but he
felt powerless in the man's presence.  He was totally at a loss for
words.

"You're surprised to see me again," Ronald stated with a grin.  "We'll
have to get together later to compare notes," he added in a low voice.

He was about to say more but the little one piped up.

"Jack's lost his shoes."

Ronald glanced at the young man's grimy feet.

"You must have left them on the beach," he remarked. "I'm sure I have
a pair you can wear."

Laura smirked.  She stood just behind the man to his right and
languidly fondled a biceps that strained the integrity of his brightly
striped T-shirt.  Peggy clung to the other arm.

"You needn't bother," Jack said.

He stared at the three people who formed an intimate group to which he
obviously did not belong.  They inhabited a strange, different world a
universe removed from his comfortable life in Bloomfield Hills to
which he urgently wanted to return.

"I really must go," he continued, taking a backward step.  "It's been
nice meeting you."

"He plans to walk back to the strip," Laura stated.

"He's going to fly in an airplane," the little one announced.

"He has money," the older one added.

Ronald's face brightened with a generous, toothy smile.

"There's no need to walk, Jack!" he boomed.  "I'll drive you in a
little bit.  But come on into the house first for a drink."

"You only have Kool Aid," Peggy protested.

"I'll get you a Dr. Pepper, darling, when we drive Jack to where he's
going."  He tousled the girl's golden head.  "But I have some grown up
stuff to drink inside," he said, turning to the young man.

Jack did not want to linger, but he welcomed the promise of a ride.

"I can only stay for a short while," he said to their retreating backs
then joined the group that climbed the wooden steps and entered the
trailer in single file.

The main room was cramped but not too messy.  Peggy went immediately
to a small refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher half filled with a
purple liquid.

"The girls were here earlier today and helped me pick up," Ronald said
to Jack, apologizing perhaps for the neatness of his abode.  "I was in
pretty bad shape after last night," he added with a wink.  "How'd you
feel this morning?"

Jack did not want to make a scene with the girls present, although he
was tempted to shout his indignation at the smug rapist.  Before he
could snarl a response,  Laura called out. 

"Where d'you keep it," she asked, peering into open cabinets above the
sink.

"Not there, darling," Ronald replied and went to join her.

Jack stood in the middle of the room alone.  He turned to gaze at
Peggy who sat on a much abused sofa with a glass of purple stuff in
her hand.

"Sit with me, Jack," she suggested with a smile and patted the vacant
seat beside her.

He did so readily, but he refused her offer of a sip of Kool Aid.  She
appeared to be larger sitting next to him.

"How old are you, Peggy?" he asked, marveling at her facial beauty.

"Bet you can't guess!" she exclaimed with a childish yelp and sloshed
some purple drink onto his knee.

The girl quickly grabbed a small pillow to wipe the mess.  "Oops," she
said, looking sheepishly into his face with dazzling pale blue eyes.

Jack's attention shifted to Ronald who squatted to retrieve something
from under the sink.  The older man straightened, turned and held
aloft a capped Mason jar that was nearly filled with a clear liquid.

"This is really good stuff," he promised.  "I get it from a friend of
mine, so you don't have to worry."

He unscrewed the container and offered it to Laura who accepted it
readily and took a large swallow.  She made a whooshing sound, fanned
her mouth then returned the jar to Ronald who gulped a mouthful.

"This will set your head straight, Jack," he said, stepping forward to
present the bottle with an out-stretched arm.  "Especially after a
night like we just had."

Jack grimaced more at the man's words than the proffered moonshine.
He took a dainty sip from the jar then a larger one.

"Drink up!" the man urged, and Jack complied with a large swallow of
the fiery booze.

For some minutes the older ones passed the jar between them for
frequent swigs and exchanged occasional words essentially about the
drought.  Jack began to feel a buzz before long.  Laura became giggly.

Ronald stood behind the older girl with his powerful arms around her
waist.  He lowered his head to kiss her neck and placed his large
hands on her modest breasts.  She squealed and wriggled but leaned
against his bulk affectionately.  Jack stared wide eyed at them and
took another swallow.  He thought the entire scene to be seamy but
illicitly exciting.  Peggy called out to cheer on the playful adults.
Laura continued to squirm and giggle in the man's embrace, his hands
still fondling her breasts.  Jack took still another drink from the
jar then placed it on a nearby counter.  He began to feel very
relaxed, but when he stood he was unsteady on his feet.

Ronald released the larger girl to occupy Jack's former position on
the couch beside Peggy.  Laura picked up the Mason jar for another
deep swallow.  Her eyes twinkled at Jack as she drank, then she smiled
when offering him the container.

"Ronald always has good stuff," she said.

Jack held the jar in one hand.  He reached out the other to stroke the
girl's smooth upper arm.  She stepped back quickly but continued to
smile at him.

"I thought you were queer," she remarked.

Jack raised the jar to his lips for yet another drink.  His tongue
felt thick.  He paused to concentrate on speaking, but he slurred
nevertheless.

"I'm not," he announced.  "I prefer pretty blonde girls like you."

Jack thought the girl was in play, that these people lived by rules
unknown in Bloomfield Hills.  He frowned in disapproval, though, when
he glanced a the couch where Peggy perched on Ronald's lap, his large
hand high up on her young thigh.  They kissed with an  intensity he
found gravely disturbing.

"I bet you've never had a pretty blonde girl, or any girl at all."

Laura's taunting voice brought his attention back to her.  He stumbled
when he lunged to grab her and she jumped backwards.  Liquor sloshed
from the jar in his hand.

"Don't waste it, man!" Ronald yelled from the couch.

Jack noticed Peggy on her feet beside him.  She took his hand in hers
and looked up at him sweetly.

"Will you take me to Burger King, Jack?" she asked.

"That's a great idea, Jack, if you can swing it."  Ronald rose from
the couch to stand with the others.  "We should eat something.  It's
too early in the day to get drunk."

Laura grasped Jack's other hand.

"I'm hungry too," she said.

Her smiling face was very close to his.  He scarcely recognized the
girl who seemed now so beautiful and ripe.  She was no longer the
bitchy young woman of less than an hour before.

"I want a kiss," he demanded, swaying slightly.

"I'll kiss you, Jack," the little one offered with a squeeze of his
hand.

Laura puckered her lips playfully but stepped back out of range.

"Sure, why not?" Ronald burst out and moved close.  "But don't slobber
this time."

Jack cringed. Of a sudden he vaguely remembered the moonlit beach and
the strange man who held him in his arms.  He retreated a couple of
steps drawing the small girl with him.  He leaned down to give her an
avuncular kiss but recoiled in shock at the practiced ease of her
response.  He stood straight to gaze at the three of them.  In his
woozy mind he inexplicably tried to imagine them clad properly at a
Cranbrook lawn party.  Someone steadied him with an arm.  It was
Laura.  She pecked his cheek.

"I'll drive," Ronald announced, already walking toward the door.
"Give me your keys," he asked Laura who followed close behind.  "I'll
bring Jack," Peggy chirped, pulling forward the stumbling young man
who still lacked shoes.

Jack was more than tipsy but not hopelessly drunk.  Although he fell
asleep immediately after climbing into the back seat of the Chevy,
Peggy awakened him easily enough with a couple of shakes when they
reached their destination.  He required no assistance to cross the
parking lot with the others and enter the Burger King.  The girls
stood in line to order burgers, fries and paper cups of Dr. Pepper
while the two men stood aside.

"Do you have a twenty?" Ronald asked when it was time to pay.

Jack fumbled with his wallet, handed a bill to the man who in turn
passed it to Laura.  They settled in a booth near the front window.
Jack just nibbled at his food, although the others ate greedily in
silence.

"Aren't you going to drink your pop?"  Peggy eventually asked the
young man who gazed at the busy foot traffic on the sidewalk outside.

The street appeared to be filled with guys his age dressed in shorts
and outlandish T-shirts.  There were not many girls of any
description.  He turned again to his companions.  Ronald had taken his
burger and Peggy gobbled his fries.  Laura sat opposite him next to
the little one with her bare arms invitingly on the table top.  When
he grasped one lightly with both hands she pulled it away and leaned
back in the seat, although she gave him a curious smile.

"Girls can be skittish, Jack," the older man remarked through a
mouthful of food.  "Especially virgins like my Laurie here.  You have
to learn the right moves to catch them."

"I'm a virgin too, Jack," Peggy assured him with the utmost
seriousness.

Laura smiled at her sister.  "Come on, let's go to the john," she
said, pushing at the younger one.

Jack watched them leave then turned to the man beside him.

"They're your daughters!" he exclaimed in sudden understanding.

"Of course.  What were you thinking?"

"But you were fondling them back at the trailer."

Ronald squinted at the shocked young man.  He frowned.

"You have a dirty mind, Jack.  They love to cuddle with their daddy
and I like the touch of their softness."  He then smiled and placed
his hand on the young man's thigh.  "In any case I no longer prefer
females when it comes to real action."

Jack was trapped between the man and the window.  He looked
desperately around the almost empty restaurant.  Ronald peered at him
closely.  Their faces almost touched.

"Let's drop the girls off at Polly's and go back to the trailer," he
suggested and leered with his fingers now on Jack's groin.  "We can
finish what we started last night."

"You raped me last night!" the young man exclaimed and pushed at the
invading hand.

"Raped you!"  Ronald snorted a brief laugh.  "Had I done that, boy,
you wouldn't be walking around so nimbly today."

Jack stared at him incredulously.

"You were drunk," the man continued, "but you said clearly enough you
wanted to do it.  I was all greased up and atop you before I noticed
you had passed out.  I don't fuck dead meat, Jack.  I whacked off
instead.  So let's go back to the trailer and party."

"I'm not queer!" Jack shouted indignantly then looked about to see if
anyone had heard.

Two grizzled old ladies glared at him from an nearby table.  Ronald
got to his feet.

"Sorry to hear that, Jack," he said.  "You have a pretty butt."  He
shrugged.  "I'll take the girls home.  You don't have a chance with my
Laurie, by the way.  She has a boy friend, and they're getting married
in a few weeks after she graduates from high school."

The large man turned to leave but stopped and placed his hands on the
table.

"You wouldn't have another twenty, would you?  We pretty well finished
off my jar."

Jack gave the man some money.  He watched him cross the room to
collect his daughters and leave the restaurant with them.  Laura
walked straight ahead, but Peggy turned at the door to smile and wave
at him.  He remained sitting at the strewn table for some minutes, his
mind befuddled by the affects of booze. 

A insistent rapping on the window caught his attention.  Three young
men, his friends, gestured wildly and made faces at him from beyond
the glass.  He stood when they rushed inside.

"Jack!" one exclaimed.  "You look awful.  What's happened?"

"Where are your shoes?" another asked.

He smiled in relief at his buddies' familiar faces.  He had a story to
tell them, however contrived.


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