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Subject: {ASSM} "Pete" A Young Man's Story  (mF)  Chapter 27
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CHAPTER 27

I was tired when I got in, so I slept late. By the time I got up, Dad
was already working in the garage. I pitched in and we worked until
about noon, but Dad could see my heart wasn't in it. He said, "Let's
have some lunch and we'll go looking for a bike for you

After lunch, I grabbed my helmet; then we drove to the bike shop and
talked to Hugh. I think I sat on every bike in the store. He and Dad
said that crotch-rockets were out, but, because of my size, I could
handle a cruiser like a Honda Shadow. Hugh rolled one out and I took
it around the block. It was a long, low twin with a deep rumble and
lots of power. 

When I came back, Dad and Hugh had gone inside the showroom and as I
pulled up, one of the salesmen walked over. He was a young guy, not
much older than me. He said, "Like it?"

"Yeah, it's great! What do you think?"

He looked at the showroom; then he leaned close and said, "Do you want
to have some real fun?"

When I nodded, he pointed to a bike called a "Magna." 
It was also a cruiser and it had a lot of chrome. But when he started
it, I was a little disappointed. It didn't have the big-twin sound of
the Shadow.

But then I rode it!
It had a V4 engine; the power delivery was very smooth and the bike
was lightning-fast. The balance was so perfect that all you had to do
was "think it" around a corner. I made up my mind immediately  -- this
was the bike I wanted! Right away, I went in and told Hugh. He said it
would take a couple of days to get the paperwork in order. 
Dad drove me home while I sat with an idiotic smile on my face.

We were sitting at a red light next to a convenience store when I
heard some shouting. I glanced over in time to see three guys gathered
around a motorcycle. They seemed to be arguing with the rider about
something.
Then one of the guys apparently pushed the rider. The bike fell over,
and as the rider went down, I caught a flash of long blond hair.

It looked like Shelly! I yelled for Dad to pull over. Then I jumped
from the car and ran toward her. She was trying to get up, but one of
the guys was standing over her with his fists clenched. I ran between
them and stood facing the guy. He was as big as I am and his two
friends were at least as big. I knew this was going to be trouble, so
I pushed him as hard as I could. He flew back into one of his friends
and they both went sprawling. The third guy roared and came for me. I
grabbed him around the neck and we started wrestling around, but I
could see the guys on the ground were scrambling to their feet.

Suddenly, one of them seemed to lift off the ground. He flew by me and
rolled to a stop a few feet away. Dad had the other guy by the
shirtfront and was wagging his finger at him. By now, my guy and I had
our arms around each other's necks and we were trying to throw each
other. Back and forth across the lot we went. At one point, I glanced
up and Dad and Shelly were standing there watching. Dad had a grin on
his face, and was preventing Shelly from helping me. About the third
time we went by, I was getting tired and I guess the other guy was,
too. We sort of stopped and just stood there.

Suddenly, the guy started giggling, so I did, too. He said, "Give up?"

"No. You?"

He said, "Aw fuck it," and let me go.
As he started to walk away, I asked him, "What was this all about?"

He looked over his shoulder, stuck his thumb in the direction where
Dad was standing and said, "Ask him," while he and his friends walked
away.

I straightened myself up and walked back to Dad. When I got close, he
said, "Did you have a nice dance?" and both he and Shelly started
laughing.

Then Shelly stuck her hand out and said, "Thanks."

I was about to ask her what was going on when Dad said, "C'mon, I have
things to do at home."

When we got in the car, I said, "The guy said to ask you what
happened."

Dad cocked an eyebrow at me and said, "Yes, I heard him. He wasn't
pointing to me, son." 

I guess the look on my face told him that I understood. He started to
say more, but I interrupted him and said, "I get it, Dad, but I need
to think about it for a while."

We got home around six and I couldn't get Shelly out of my mind. I
know what homosexuals are, and I'd even heard of transsexuals, but I
wasn't sure what she/he was, and it was disturbing to me that I hadn't
known. I tried to corner Dad and talk with him about it, but he was
busy getting ready for tomorrow's trip. 
I was in my room mulling it over when my phone rang.
 
The voice on the line said, "Hi, it's Shelly."

I said, "Where did you get my phone number?"

"Your dad gave it to me. He said he was going to tell you about me,
and that I owed you an explanation."

"Well, uhh, yeah, I guess you do."

"Pete, I'm not going into a long thing about how or why I am like I
am.
I'm just going to say that I like you, and I hope we can continue to
be friends. I promise I'll never do anything to make you uncomfortable
or get you into any situation that will embarrass you."

I said, "Why were those guys so mad at you?"

"Because I met the guy you were wrestling with in a bar last night and
after a few drinks, we went to his place. I thought he understood who
I am, but he didn't. When we got, uhh, comfortable, he discovered
that I wasn't what he expected, and we got into a fight. I punched
him, he fell behind his TV set and got tangled in the wires and I left
before he could get loose. I ran into him and his friends by accident
today and he was still angry.
But Pete, I would never make a pass at you. You're my friend!"

There was so much pain and hope in his voice that I stopped to think
for a minute. He had been a good friend. He had lent me his bike and
given me advice, and never done anything to make me feel
uncomfortable, so I made up my mind.

I said, "Okay, but do I continue to call you Shelly? And how do I
refer to you, as 'he' or 'she?'"

"I would love it if you would continue to call me Shelly and refer to
me as 'she.' "

I said, "Okay!" Then I put on my ' tough-guy' voice and said, "But if
you do anything weird or try anything funny, I'm gonna kick your ass!
Right?"

She said, "Yes Dear." And hung up
I was still thinking about it when my phone rang again.

I recognized Della's voice immediately, and she began talking
excitedly. She said, "Pete, we need your help. It's Desi. She's in a
motel with a guy and they got in a big fight. She hit him with
something and he's bleeding and threatening to call the police. She
called me, and I'm here now, but I don't know what to do. I can't call
Mom or Dad because Dad doesn't like him and he might do something
awful to the guy."

Stunned, I asked, "Who is this guy and how was Desi able to call you?"

"It's just a guy she's been seeing lately. He works at the Burger Barn
in town. She umm, sort of has him tied up in the bathroom."

"Oh, damn! Gimme the phone number there; I'll call you right back."

She gave it to me. Then I ran in and told Mom and Dad about the
situation. Dad said, "Come on son, let's go," and started toward the
car. 
I grabbed him and said, "Please Dad. Let me try to handle this."

He looked at me for a minute and said, "Okay, son. We'll be here if
you need us."

Mom walked me to my car, told me to be careful, and handed me her cell
phone in case I needed it.

I called Della to tell her I was on my way as I began a
record-breaking trip to Cantil. I tried to concentrate on driving, but
visions of Shelly with her big tits and the time she/he licked my
nose, kept popping into my head.

Less than an hour later, I pulled into the motel. Della and Desi met
me at the car. Della looked worried, but Desi just looked angry.

I said, "Okay, what's going on?"

Della looked at Desi and said, "Tell him."

Desi said, "We uhh, came here to talk and stuff. And later, he got all
weird and tells me he's in love with me and wants to marry me and run
away and stuff! I told him no and we get into this big fight. He
smacked me, so I hit him with a chair, and he sorta conked out for a
while. So I tied him up with some rope from his car. But he's awake
now. 
At first, he said he was going to call the police, but now he says he
can't live without me and wants to tell my dad that we've messing
around and he wants to marry me. But neither Mom nor Dad like him, and
if he calls them, my Dad will kill him and maybe me too. I don't know
what to do."

I sat thinking for a while; then I had an idea. I talked with the
girls about it. They agreed; then they went into the room.

A minute later, Della screamed, "Desi, your boyfriend Rocky is here,
and he looks mad!"

I slammed open the door and screamed, "Where is the Mother-Fucker!"

Della handed me a broken piece of chair. It was one of the legs, but
it now had a sharp splintered edge, along with some blood and hair on
it.

The bathroom door was ajar. I jerked it open so hard it smashed into
the wall next to it; then I burst into the room. There was a skinny
kid sitting in the bathtub. There was about 50 feet of rope wound all
around him. He had a big knot on his head, and there were some flecks
of dried blood on his shoulder and neck. It was actually pretty funny
looking, because he was completely naked.

I raised the sharp piece of chair leg high over him, like I was going
to plunge it into him, and Della screamed, "No, don't kill him here;
the cops will find out!" 
And she ran to me and pretended to hold my arm.

The kid closed his eyes and ducked his head, waiting for the blow that
would surely have ended his life, and he began to urinate.
 
I almost burst out laughing as a thought ran through my head. In the
last two days, two naked people had urinated because of me. But for
entirely different reasons.

I looked down at Della and frowned. "The asshole hit Desi! The cops
would haul his ugly butt to jail for that."

Hearing this, the naked kid opened his eyes again.

Della yelled, "Yeah, but the cops would ONLY take him to jail; they
wouldn't kill him. They'll be after you if they find out you killed
him, and they'll find out if you kill him here."

I scowled, threw the chair leg down. Then I said, "Okay! Wipe him down
and get him dressed so we can smuggle him out of here. I'm gonna go
get Vinnie.  We'll take his ass out to the desert and bury him there."

I went out and slammed the door, then I put my ear to it and listened.

I heard Della say, "C'mon Desi, let's clean him up and get him out of
here before Rocky gets back. I don't want another murder on our
hands."

I could hear the guy blubbering in the background. 

I quietly walked around the corner to wait. About a minute later, he
came running out, jumped into a car, and peeled out of the parking
lot. 

When I went back in, Della was rinsing blood out of the bathtub while
Desi sat on the bed, glowering.

I went to Della, took her by the hand, and walked her outside.

I said, "I'll make sure she gets home. I want to talk to her."

She hugged me and said, "Thanks, Pete. You came through again for me."
She kissed me on the cheek, got into her car, and left.

I watched her as she drove away. She is still breathtaking. The way
she moves and holds herself reminds me of the dancer in Mexico.
She isn't perfect like Molly, but she's more real looking. Molly is a
fantasy. Della is a live woman. 
Then I thought about Kristen.
They both have jet-black hair and dark eyes. Della is more exotic
looking than Kristen, but Kristen is more mysterious looking. They are
almost equally beautiful, but in different ways. I was never in awe of
Kristen like I am of Della. Kristen has something that Della doesn't.
She's approachable. Della is cool and distant. Kristen looks right at
you and you get the feeling that, if you ask her a question, she'll
know the answer.

Then Amy popped into my mind, but before I had a chance to think, Desi
spoke. "Are you gonna stand there all night?"

We went back inside. Desi sat on the bed for a minute, then asked,
"Are you gonna lecture me now?"

I said to her, "Desi, what are you doing?"

"I'm getting myself ready for you."

"What does that mean?"

"It means you're gonna be my husband some day and I'm gonna know what
I'm doing when it happens. I'm gonna be a complete woman when you get
me."

"Desi! That's nuts!"

She leaned back on the bed and said, "No, it's not. I've learned a lot
since you left. Come here and I'll show you."

Desi has always been pretty and she seems to have gotten even prettier
since I last saw her. She was offering me something that most guys
would kill for, and I was instantly horny. But when I looked at her, I
knew I couldn't do it. I like Desi a lot. I like her frankness and her
determination. I honestly believe that she'll make someone a good wife
someday. Maybe the lucky guy will even be me. But I knew if I went to
her now, it would send the wrong message. If not to her, then it would
to me.

I pulled her to me. She put her head on my chest and I held her for a
long time. When I tried to pull away, she resisted, and I heard her
quietly whisper "Yes." 
Then I walked her to my car. 

I opened the door for her, and as she was getting in, she said,
"You're always going to be there for me, aren't you!"

She said it as a statement, not a question, and I replied, "Yes,
little one. I'll try to always be there."

When we got to her house, I reached across and opened the door for
her. When I did, she kissed me and said, "You're gonna be mine one
day."

As I watched her walk up the path to her house, I wondered how I could
be so lucky. I believe this girl actually does love me, and I have no
idea what to do about it.

I was just leaving when the cell phone rang, so I pulled over.

It was Kate. She asked, "Is everything okay?" 

I said, "Yes, it's all handled. Where are you?"

"I'm standing on the porch looking at you."

I looked over and saw her outlined by the light from the house, so I
drove over. When I parked the car, she went into the house and I
followed her.

She was wearing a thin housecoat and her hair was damp, as though she
had just stepped out of the shower. As I watched her move, I was
amazed at how comfortable I felt around her and how sexy she looked.

She went into the kitchen and pressed a button on the microwave; then
she handed me a glass of wine and poured some sparkling water in a
glass for herself.

I said, "But Kate, I have a long drive ahead of me."

"No, you don't. Your mom called me and told me what was happening and
to keep my eye out for you. She's concerned about you driving home
this late, and said that if I saw you, to have you call.
You're staying here tonight. But call her and let her know you're
okay."

I called home and gave Mom a brief account of what went on. I cleaned
things up a little and left out the part about the guy being naked,
but I think she read between the lines. Then I mentioned that Kate had
asked me to stay over. Mom paused for a minute; then she said "Okay"
and said she'd see me in the morning.

While I was talking to Mom, Kate was making a salad. When I hung up, I
told her everything was all right. She replied, "Good! We can have a
nice dinner, then relax in front of the TV for a while before we go to
bed and make love."

I was so surprised at her statement that I didn't know what to say. So
I just sat and sipped the wine.

She puttered around the kitchen as though she didn't have a care, and
when the food was ready, she served it. Throughout dinner, she rattled
on about the ranch and the new horses. She was in the middle of
telling me something about the roof on one of the barns, when I
couldn't stand it any longer.

I said, "Kate, you're pregnant and you're getting married!"

She said, "Yes dear, I know," and continued telling me about the roof.

After dinner, we went into the living room and she turned on the TV.
She motioned me toward the couch, and when I sat down, she took off
her shoes and cuddled next to me.

There was a funny sit-com on, but I couldn't concentrate on it. I
tried to say something again, but she put her fingers against my lips
and said, "Not now, Dear; we'll talk later."

I had about half-finished the bottle of wine. I was sober, but I began
to relax, and I started to think about what was happening. 

I was full and comfortable. I was a long way from home, but my folks
knew that I was okay. My girlfriend was out of town and I was sitting
next to a beautiful woman who had promised to make love to me.

Whatever I was wondering about or whatever concerns I had, suddenly
seemed less important.

Around ten o'clock, Kate got up and started turning off lights and I
followed her upstairs.

She went into the bathroom and I heard her brushing her teeth. When
she came out, she was wearing a long nightshirt. 

She nodded toward the bathroom and said, "There are fresh towels," and
she slipped into bed.

I figured "Oh well," so I went in and took a shower. When I came out,
she was watching a small TV on her dresser, but she switched it off
when she saw me and held her arms out to me. 

I slipped in bed beside her and she kissed me. 

It was a long and passionate kiss and my mind was filled with the
times I had spent in this bed with her. But this was different.
Somehow, I felt like I belonged here. 

I thought to myself, 'Is this what it's like to be married?'

This beautiful creature next to me wasn't a woman old enough to be my
mother; she was my mate; she was my wife! I had another sip of wine;
then I reached for her.

We started out slowly. We kissed and touched and caressed.
When I lifted off her nightshirt and saw her little belly, I asked if
we would hurt the baby. Kate smiled and shook her head. 
I stared at the little bulge for a while, wondering about the life
inside. 

Kate has always had beautiful breasts. They are full and creamy
smooth. Her nipples are large, and when she gets excited, they stick
straight out and get hard as steel. But now they are magnificent.
They're even fuller and the areolas are puffy and extended. But when I
touched them, she jumped and said, "Easy, they're very sensitive."
So I spent a lot of time kissing, licking, and suckling them.

She had two little comes before I even touched her pussy, and after
the last one, she lay back with her eyes closed and smiled for a
while.
Then she began on me. 

She pushed me on my back and started kissing me. She kissed my eyes
and face and a lingering one on my mouth, where our tongues danced and
I lost myself for a while, thinking how wonderful it was being in her
arms again.

Then she kissed down my stomach to my navel. She licked it until it
was wet; then she blew on it and played with my penis. The cool air
and stimulation were too much for me, and I came all over her neck and
back.

She laughed, jumped up and got a damp cloth. 
I wiped her off and she immediately went back on me and took me all
the way into her throat. But she didn't just suck my cock; she made
love to it. 
She licked it and sucked it and rubbed it all over her face. It looked
so sexy and exciting that I nearly came again. I had to tell her to
stop for a minute. Then I pushed her over and got between her legs to
return the favor.

I haven't been with that many girls, but I can only describe Kate's
pussy as delicious. It has an odor and flavor different from any girl
I've been with. It always smells and tastes clean. Even the few times
we had been out riding or in the middle of a warm day, it was always
this way.

It was so hot and wet now, I could almost see heat waves rising from
it.
Her little belly actually served to push her pussy lips and hood out a
little. Her clit was so puffy and white it looked almost transparent.
When I touched the tip of my tongue to it, she shuddered and I heard
her quietly say "Yessss." I sucked each of her outer lips into my
mouth before I licked the underside; then I went deeper and whipped my
tongue rapidly over her inner lips. Juices were now running out of her
in a torrent. I went to her clit and sucked as much as I could into my
mouth, then ravaged it with my tongue and nipped it lightly between my
tongue and teeth.

When she came this time it was a big one. She tensed and moaned loudly
and her pussy looked like it was trying to turn inside out. 
More of that delicious womanly fluid gushed from her. It wasn't as
much as Erin or Kate's friend had produced, but it was a lot! And I
was grateful that I was able to affect her so much.

Suddenly, something that Erin had said crossed my mind, but before I
had a chance to dwell on it, Kate turned to a drawer next to the bed
and hurriedly pulled out a condom. I had forgotten about it, and I
would have continued to make love to her without it, but she said,
"You've been away from me for a while, my love," as she slipped it on
me.

I was inside her body in a second. I don't know if it was because of
the baby or not, but she was so tight and warm that the sensation was
wonderful even with the condom. We made love for what seemed like
hours. I would almost come; then I'd stop for a minute until things
subsided and start again. Eventually, I came at least twice and I lost
count of the times Kate stiffened and moaned. I kept it up until we
were both exhausted and covered with sweat. The bedclothes were soaked
and the bed was a mess, but we held each other tightly and I pulled a
sodden, rich-smelling sheet over us and we slept.

When I woke in the morning, Kate was standing at the window looking
out. She had her housecoat on, but the sun was bright enough that it
shone through and outlined her body. Even for her, she looked
magnificent. I wondered why I hadn't noticed it before -- was it due
to her pregnancy?

I had to catch my breath so I could say, "Good morning."

She turned to me, smiled and said, "Hi sleepyhead. Want some coffee?"

"Maybe some juice?"

"Be right back."

I went to the bathroom. When I returned, she was sitting on a chair
next to the bed. What happened in the next few minutes changed me a
lot. It answered some questions I had been carrying around in the back
of my head, and some I hadn't even thought about. I think I grew up a
lot today.

She handed me a glass of juice and said, "You have some questions,
don't you?"

"No! I uhh --"

"Of course you do. Ask them now. It's about time we had this talk.
I'll answer any question you ask, but it must be about me alone."

Somehow, I knew an important thing was happening. So, I took a deep
breath and said, "It's wonderful when we make love. Why me?"

She was looking intently at me when she said, "I make love to you
because I love you. I love you with all my heart."

"When did you first know? Was it after the first time we made love?"

"No, I made love to you the first time because I was terribly lonely
and you looked like my late husband. I grew to love you later."

"But I'm just a kid."

"In years, yes, but in your heart, you're a wonderful person and
you're going to be a wonderful man."

I averted my eyes because I was embarrassed to mention it, but I said,
"You've been acting strangely for a while. Why?"

"In the beginning, it was because I was so drawn to you it was driving
me crazy. About the time I realized I was truly in love with you, I
found I was pregnant. And I didn't know how to deal with it."

I went numb inside, and I asked, "Kate, is the baby mine?"
 
She never even blinked. She said, "I don't know. Maybe. After we made
love, it changed the way I felt about things and sex became important
again."

I asked, "Don't you want to know who the father is?"

"No. Ben will be a wonderful father."

"Even if it's mine?"

"Yes."

"So Ben knows about us?"

"I've never told him, but I think he knows."

"And he doesn't mind that the baby might be mine?"

"He might if he knew for sure, but it's likely he never will. I asked
your mother about you, and your blood type is the same as Ben's. But,
I don't think it would even matter to him. He loves me and is willing
to do almost anything to have me."

"Don't you love him?"

"Yes, I do. But not like I love you. He's like a warm friend and I'm
going to be very happy with him."

"But, if the baby's mine, shouldn't we be together?"

"No. You have a lot of living to do."

"And you're happy with the way things are?"

"Happier than I've been for a long time. I know I've been behaving
strangely for a while, but I'm okay now. Your mom has helped me get my
head together."

"Does she know about us?"

"Yes. Your mom is not only my best friend; she's a wise and wonderful
woman. She wasn't crazy about me falling for you, but once I did, she
supported me."

I sat and thought for a while. I'd wondered about her behavior for
some time, and now that I knew about the baby, it began to make sense.

I tried to get my head around the fact that I might be a father, but
it just didn't seem real. So I decided I was willing to live with the
"Maybe". 
I wasn't even as disturbed as I had been when I found out about Amy. 
I knew I should probably say or do something, but Kate seemed to be
okay with things, so I said, "Then I have two more questions."

She nodded.

I wasn't sure I wanted the answer to this one, but I remembered what
Erin had said about she and Mom both being "Squirters." And I asked,
"Was Mom the woman in your bed those nights?"

She said, "That question isn't about me, so I won't discuss it. What's
the other question?"

I was kind of relieved that she didn't answer that question. I looked
into her beautiful eyes, and asked, "Are we ever going to make love
again, like right now, for instance?"

She was on me like a shot, and our lovemaking was wild. I had my
fingers, my tongue, and my cock in every orifice and she responded
every way possible.

It was nearly noon when I dragged myself out of the shower and climbed
in the car. I was drained but very happy.

Kate watched and waved from the doorway as I drove off.

I got home in the early afternoon, and nobody was home. There was a
note in my room from Dad, saying he'd be home later and he needed to
talk to me. So I lay down for a while and sometime later, he shook me
awake.
I followed him out to the garage and we pulled a couple of stools up
to the workbench we had built.

He said, "Your mom says that you got things handled alright in
Cantil."

"Yeah, it worked out okay. Did Mom fill you in?"

He nodded; then he sat quietly for a minute. I was wondering what was
going on when he finally said, "I uhh, talked to John Gilroy
yesterday.
He told me you were involved in a situation with his wife and
daughter."

"Umm, yeah, I guess so," I admitted nervously. "Is he mad at me?"

"No, he's concerned about you. He wants to make sure you're okay. Are
you?"

"Yes Dad, I'm fine."

"He uhh, would like your assurance that what you saw won't go any
farther."

"Tell him not to worry. He has my word that I won't say anything to
anybody."

He said, "Good" and got up to leave.

I said, "Dad, Mrs. Gilroy is really something, isn't she?"

He didn't say anything, but I could see a little smile on his lips as
he walked out of the garage.

	* * * * 

A lot of things happened in December, and I sat down just before
Christmas and wrote them down.

	* * * * 

For a while, I thought about nothing but Kate and the baby. I called
her a number of times, until one day she said that she did the math
and it couldn't have been me. I don't know if she said it only to calm
me down, but it did just that, and I felt okay for the first time in a
while.

Erin got braces. She has the clear kind that you can't tell she's
wearing unless you look real close. 

I bought the Magna and started riding it everywhere. I found that Dad
also had a motorcycle license. He borrowed the bike once in a while,
and even took Mom for some rides.

I see Shelly once in a while and we ride together occasionally, but we
never talked about our conversation. One day, she said she had met
someone, and I only saw her occasionally after that.

I talked to Karen a lot. She said things were a little testy around
her house for a few days, but seemed to have settled down. She said
that her dad was going to call me and talk about what happened, but
she convinced him to leave things alone. She got the cast off and is
now wearing a brace. She and Vince see each other once in a while, but
decided it was over and she's dating some other people.
We decided we wouldn't date each other, but we developed a friendship
and have become pretty close. 
I have to be careful when I'm around her. She's very attractive and I
know if I let myself, I could really get a crush on her. But I know
she wants to be free for a while, so I'm content to just be her
friend.
However, I can't help thinking that it sure would be fun to take her
up on her request that we make love again sometime.

When Kristen got back, we started seeing a lot of each other. It's
more fun being with one person than I thought it would be. We don't
talk a lot about her family and I don't spend time at her house. She
either meets me somewhere or comes to our house. I bought her a helmet
and she loves to go riding with me. Mom said she likes her a lot and
they have become close. We have a problem, though. 
Her brother watches us like a hawk, so we haven't been able to spend
any time together alone and I'm getting very horny.

Amy dates a lot and she always runs the new one by me before they go
out. She sees her mom less frequently because she's so busy. I'm kind
of glad of that; Amy cried for hours after she told us that her mom
doesn't recognize her at all anymore.
A strange thing has happened to her at school. She's always been a
good student, but with a more settled home life, she's been able to
concentrate, and her grades are amazing. She has straight "A's" in
everything and she's become a teacher's aide.

I talked to Sam a couple of times and she said she still loves Hawaii.
I told her about the Simms episode and she said that Agent Delano had
contacted her and so had some other people, and it didn't look like
she would have to appear here. Shortly after I talked with her, Delano
called us and said that the Simms trial was put off until sometime in
January. 

I talked to Della and she said that they never heard from the kid
again, and he no longer works at the burger place. She said that Desi
had settled down and was seeing Bob again. She also said that there
was a big holiday dance at the grange right after Christmas and I
should try to come. I told her about Kristen and she said to bring her
along. I said I'd look into it and get back to her.

Tammy dropped by and had dinner one night. She kept calling me "Prince
Charming" and Amy seemed uneasy about it. Tammy looked fantastic. Her
hair and makeup were perfect and she had a beautiful, healthy glow
about her. She said she's been dating an engineer, but between work
and the classes she's taking, she doesn't see him much.
When she left, I walked her to her car. We were standing there talking
when a passing car slowed for a minute. Two men were in it and I
thought I saw one of them holding something that glowed. But it
continued on and I guessed it was probably a flashlight and they were
looking for an address. We talked for another couple of minutes, then
she gave me a wonderful hug, got into her car and said, "Goodnight,
Prince Charming."

Sylvia called one day when I wasn't home. Mom said she and her talked
for a long time and that Herb's company has skyrocketed and part of
the success was because of what I had helped him with. But she also
said that her husband Al's cancer has returned and she's very
concerned about him.

I took my check ride for my private pilot's license. Everything went
well, and the first thing I did after that was take Kristen flying.
She loved it, and I thought briefly about introducing her to the "Over
the Hill" maneuver. But, I decided against it.

Our football team didn't make the finals. 
I played briefly in the last couple of games, but my heart wasn't in
it. 
I still worked out every morning and afternoon and it was making a
difference in the way I looked, but I just couldn't get around the
determination it took to be the player Coach wanted me to be.

The Martins talked to Mom about getting together, but Mister Martin
had to go back in for another operation, so they rescheduled till
after the first of the year.

	* * * * *

After I made the list, I was glad I did. It organized and seemed to
settle some things that had been rolling around in the back of my
mind.

Then something happened that tied up another loose end.
I got a letter from Alice. 

It read:
"Dear Pete,
I held off writing this until I could do it without missing you so
much.
We left in a hurry because it was just too hard for either of us to
say goodbye to you. You mean more to us than you know. Especially me.
We have a place in New York now and things are going better than we
hoped. Molly (by the way, her name is ' Monique' now) actually has an
agent. She's already done several fashion shows and a few weeks ago
she shot a pictorial for a department store. I didn't really know what
being a manager was about till now and I'm busy all the time. That '
Request' stuff is already a dim memory thank goodness. 
Molly auditioned for a part in a TV show last week and we got a
call-back this morning. If it happens we'll let you know. I've
included some glamour shots from her fashion show and our address and
phone number. Please call, or drop us a line when you can.  
We love you and miss you.
Alice and Molly"

There were several pictures of Molly in different outfits and she
looked terrific. They were all signed "Monique"

Christmas vacation starts on December twenty-first and school doesn't
start again until January thirteenth. So we have three great weeks
off.
It's only a week from now and the family is deciding what we're going
to do with the time off. Kelly's family has a cabin in a place called
"Big Bear" that's near a ski resort in the mountains east of LA. They
invited Erin to spend Christmas with them and she's been begging Mom
to let her go.

Kristen and I talked earlier about getting away, but it depended on
what the family was going to do, and what her brother would say.

Ben and Kate dropped by the house early on the Tuesday evening of the
week before Christmas, and they started talking about it.
Las Vegas and San Francisco were being brought up.

It gave me an idea and I made a decision.

I knew Kristen was shopping with a girlfriend tonight, so I excused
myself, called her house, and asked to talk to her brother. I knew his
name is Tony, but I had never talked to him personally. He was always
a mysterious character. But I made up my mind and took a chance.

After I identified myself, there was a long pause and someone came on
the line. I explained that I needed to talk to him about his sister,
and asked if he would meet with me. He surprised me by saying that he
would and if I wanted to, I could come over now. 
So, I told everybody what I intended to do, and drove to her house.

I had been there several times, but I had never been inside the house.
I sort of expected a dark, foreboding place and for Tony to be like a
character out of a "B" movie. When I knocked on the door, it opened
and one of the big guys I had seen before said, "Please come in."

Those were the first words I had ever heard him say. 

When I went through the door, I had to pass between small columns on
each side of the door. They reminded me of the sensors in department
stores that keep people from running off with merchandise. 
The inside of the house is beautiful. It has high ceilings and tall
doors and lots of wood around, but there are lights everywhere and
it's warm and inviting.

I followed the big guy to a room with particularly ornate doors. He
knocked, a man's voice said, "Come," and he followed me into a large
room with books on all the walls. Then he walked over and stood in a
corner, facing me.

A tall, familiar-looking man was standing next to a large desk. He
looked at me for a few seconds; then he stepped forward and held out
his hand. We shook hands and I said, "My name is Pete Baker. I'm a
friend of your sister."

He surprised me by saying, "Hello, Pete. My name is Robert Moriani.
Kristen is my daughter and she has spoken of you. Please, have a
seat."

I sat down and he went behind the desk. There was a large manila
envelope on the desk. He opened it and slid out some papers.
He said, "May I ask the purpose of your visit?"

I took a deep breath and said, "Yes, it's about Kristen. As I'm sure
you know, she and I have been seeing each other for some time now."

He held up his for a second and nodded to the man in the corner.
The man left us.

Then he said, "Yes, I'm aware of it."

"Well, Christmas is coming up, and I want to invite her to spend some
time with me and my family and it'll involve some trips out of town. I
came here to ask permission from her brother, but I'm glad you're
here."

He stood up and started smiling. When he did, his whole face changed
so much that he looked ten years younger. He said, "You didn't tell
Kristen you were coming here, did you." It was a statement, not a
question.

"No. Why?"

Just then, a door opened and a younger version of the father came in.
He walked to me, said, "Hi Pete," and held out his hand. We shook
hands and he said, "I'm Tony, Kristen's brother."

He's a nice looking guy and looked to be about 25. He pulled up a
chair next to his father and sat down.

His father said to him, "This young man wants to take Kristen away for
the holidays and he came here to ask your permission. What do you
think?"

The son was smiling when he said to me, "I love my sister, but she can
be a pain in the ass. She loves our father and he can ask her to do
almost anything and she'll do it without hesitation. But if I try to
advise her or try to stop her from doing something she really wants to
do, she turns into a tiger."

He came around, sat on the edge of the desk next to me and asked,
"What is it your folks are planning?"

I told him that it wasn't final yet, but we had talked about skiing
and maybe San Francisco.

He nodded to the envelope on the desk and said, "Pete, you're a good
kid. We know quite a bit about you and your family, and we like you. I
love my hardheaded sister and it wouldn't make a damn bit of
difference what I said, if she decided to go, but you have my
permission, so it's up to Dad."

His father was watching with an amused expression. He stood up and
said, "My father has asked Tony and I to join him in Italy for
Christmas and we plan on leaving next Monday. But Kristen has already
told her grandfather that she's going to spend the holidays with you
and your family. So yes, you have my permission, and I thank you for
asking. 
I must go now. It's been a pleasure meeting you. Please give my
regards to your family."

We shook hands and he left.

I sat there wondering what had just happened, when Tony said, "She
didn't tell you she already asked us, did she?"

I shook my head. Immediately, he burst out laughing. He gasped, "Boy,
when she knows what she wants, she goes right to it!" and laughed some
more.

Then he said, "While you're here, I'd like to ask you for a favor."

He went around to the envelope and slid some pictures across the desk.
They were pictures of Tammy and me in front of my house. Several were
of her alone, and one was of us, hugging.

He said, "How long have you known Miss Coombs?"

"Since the beginning of summer. Why?"

"Are you involved with her?"

I was getting a little annoyed, so I stood up and said, "Yes! She's
like a sister to me." Then I slammed them down and angrily asked,
"You're not going to hurt her, are you?"

He smiled and replied, "No, I'd just like to meet her, is all."

"Meet her?!" I asked in disbelief.

"Yes, I find her very attractive."

I said, "Anthony! You're rich; you can have any girl you want. Why
her?"

He looked straight at me and the smile was gone. He said, "When you
first came into my sister's life, we checked you out. We probably know
more about you than you do. During our investigation, we found out
about Miss Coombs. We know about her background and what you did  for
her. We also know about you saving that girl in the mountains  outside
of Cantil, how you foiled that kidnapping attempt and what your
family is doing for the girl who's living with you. 
I knew the answers to the questions I just asked you about Miss
Coombs. I just wanted to see what you would say. You're a nice young
man and you come from a good family.
Those are the reasons you're still dating my sister.

"But, something about Miss Coombs intrigues me. I met her at a
business lunch one day and she absolutely blew me away. I don't have
much of a social life; I'm just too busy. Yet, I can't seem to get her
out of my mind. I'm not a child; I can meet her on my own. But, when
I'm around her, I seem to get tongue-tied, and I would like it if you
put in a word for me." 

He seemed to be sincere, so I took a chance and said, "Anthony, are
you sure you know all about her past and what she went through before
I met her?"

"Yes Pete, I do. But it's who she is today that I'm interested in. I
won't say it didn't bother me for a while, but I give you my word it's
behind me. As a matter of fact, some of the reasons I'm so enthralled
by her are her intelligence, her strength, and her ability to overcome
adversity. 
What you and your family did for her, allowed her to become the person
she is today. And that's quite a person! Ask your friend Ben Sanders.
In the short time she's been here, she's become invaluable to him."

Startled, I asked, "You know Ben Sanders?"

"Yes, we were instrumental in getting some legislation passed that
helped him. As a matter of fact, I think you know the project. It's
the airfield in Cantil."

I had wondered how JJ and Ben were able to get permission to use the
land around the old runway so quickly. I was impressed, but I was
still concerned for Tammy. 

I said, "If I ask your sister, will she tell me the truth about you?"

"Yes, she will."

I asked him if I could get back to him and he said yes. We shook hands
and I left.

I thought about what he said all the way home. Tammy has always been
capable, but I wondered if I should encourage her get involved with
the Mariani's. 

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