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Subject: {ASSM} "Pete" A Young Man's Story  (mF)  Chapter 28
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CHAPTER  28

When I got home, Ben and Kate were still there, so I told everyone
about my conversations with Kristen's dad and her brother, and that
they had said it was okay for her to spend the holidays with us. 

Then I looked at Ben and said, "Ben, they mentioned that they knew
you. Well, Anthony says he has a crush on Tammy, and he asked me to
put in a word for him, but I'm concerned. What do you think?"

Ben gave me a curious look and said, "I applaud your concern for
Tammy's welfare, Pete, but she's a big girl. What are you worried
about?"

I got a little irked, and replied, "For crying out loud, Ben. The
father is some kind of a Godfather or something, and who knows what
the son is into. I don't want Tammy to end up being a Mafia gun-moll."

Mom, Dad, Ben, and Kate all burst out laughing. Ben and Dad laughed so
hard they had tears in their eyes. When they calmed down, Dad said,
"What did you see, son?"

I was a little irked now, so I scowled as I answered. "They live in a
damn fortress. The guys around them look like hoods and probably carry
guns! And not only that, Dad, they're Italian!"

This started another round of laughter.

This time, when they finished, Ben said, "Well, Pete, you're right.
They DO live in a mansion, the guys around them DO carry guns, and
they ARE Italian. Robert Mariani is the senior senator from California
and may well be our next governor and possibly even more. He and his
father sit on the boards of some of the largest corporations in the
United States. I know him well and I've met his son. I guarantee you
they're not in the Mafia. The people you see there are his private
security people. 
And Anthony is a fine boy. I don't think Tammy has anything to worry
about. Anthony actually asked me about her. I knew that you would meet
him soon, so I told him to ask you." 

Highly embarrassed, I sat in awe soaking up the information while my
face imitated a nicely ripe tomato. Then I noticed Mom and Kate
looking at each other. Mom turned to both Ben and me and asked, "Does
he know about her past?"

Ben answered first. "Anthony laid some papers on my desk one day. It
was a complete dossier on her from the time she was born. It had
things in it I'll bet she doesn't even know. It made me kind of angry
and I asked him why. The look he gave was one I had never seen before.
I think he's really fallen for her."

I chimed in and said, "Yes, Mom, I also asked him. He said he knew all
about it and it wasn't a concern. In fact, he admired her for having
the guts to overcome her past."

She and Kate both shrugged and Mom said, "Well, she's a big girl. 
I guess she can make up her own mind."

Ben said to me, "Do you want me to mention him to her?"

I said, "No, I want to talk with Kristen about him first."

Then Amy said something odd. She looked at me with a slight smile and
said, "You never get tired of watching out for the people around you,
do you?"

I put my hand on hers and said, "Not when I love them."

I went into my room, called Kristen on her cell phone and asked her to
drop by when she finished shopping.

She showed up a short while later and I met her at her car.

I said, "I just came from your house. I talked at length with your dad
and your brother."

She looked surprised, and asked, "What did my brother say about me?"

"He said you were hard headed and liked to have things your own way."
I could see her starting to get angry, so I quickly added, "But he
said he loves you."

Her look quickly changed and she whispered, "Did he really say that?"
When I nodded, she asked, "What else did you talk about?"

"I asked them if you could go away with my family over the Christmas
holiday and they said okay."

She jumped up and down and said, "Great! Where are we going?"

I said, "Wait a minute. There's something we need to talk about. Your
dad said that you had already told him that you were going to spend
the holidays with us. How did you know I was going to ask you?"

Kristen stared at the ground for a minute; then she asked me, "Pete,
how much do you like me?"

"Well, gee, Kristen, I like you a lot! But what does that have to do
with my question?"

"Well, I like you a lot, too. And I didn't want to see you get hurt."

Now I was getting upset. I said, "Kristen, you're not making sense!
What is this all about? How could I get hurt?"

Suddenly, she jumped right up on me. She threw her arms around my neck
and wrapped her legs around me. Then, with a big grin, she said, "Your
folks already asked me. I was waiting for YOU to ask me, and if you
didn't, I was going to kick your ass!" 

She began raining kisses on me as I stood there shaking my head.

We started toward the house as a blur passed us. It was Erin running
full tilt in the direction of Kelly's house.

When we got into the house, everyone seemed in high spirits.
 
Mom looked at Kristen and said, "Well, are you spending the holidays
with us?"

Kristen grinned and replied, "Well, it looks like I have no choice.
Apparently, Pete has already arranged it with my family." 

Mom laughed; then she winked at Kristen and said, "Yeah, he can be
pretty persuasive."

She continued, "Well, I'm sure you'll have to run this by your family,
but here's what we have in mind. Erin is leaving with Kelly's folks on
Monday and your dad and brother are also leaving on Monday. So, Monday
night, you can come here and stay in Erin's room. Ed has been lucky
enough to get Christmas off, but he'll be leaving on the day after
Christmas to cover for the guys with more seniority, and we won't see
him until the middle of January. So, we talked with Kate and Ben, and
you two have a choice.
A week from Monday is the thirtieth. Ben has a meeting in San
Francisco that morning, and he's going to fly his plane there. Amy has
never been there, so Kate, Amy, and I thought we'd get him to go up on
Thursday, instead. We'll do some shopping and go to a play that we
want to see. Then, Monday, after the meeting was over, we'd all fly to
Las Vegas. We'll spend New Year's Eve there and stay 'til the weekend.
By then, the crowds will have left the ski resorts, and we can fly to
Big Bear and do some skiing with Kelly's family."

Kristen and I both said, "Wow!"

Then I recalled something. "You said we have a choice?"

Kate answered, "You can come to San Francisco with us on Thursday, or
you can drive to Cantil and stay at my place, exercise the horses, and
relax. Then, we'll pick you up at the airport on the way to Vegas on
Monday afternoon. It'll give you almost five days there. Do you think
you can stay out of trouble for that long?"

Kristen and I looked at each other. We both knew what we wanted to do,
but we didn't want to seem too eager. 
So, Kris said to me, "I've been to San Francisco a million times, and
I'm not crazy about plays. It's up to you!"

I asked Ben, "What plane are you taking? Is the airport in Cantil
open?"

"I'm taking the Aerostar. It has six seats and it's very comfortable.
The runway at Cantil is in, but the taxiways or the buildings aren't.
But, when I talked to JJ, he said that it was okay to land there."

Kristen and I looked at each other for a minute; then, almost at the
same time, we exclaimed, "Cantil!"

The rest of the evening was spent talking about the trip, and later,
when Ben and Kate left, I walked Kristen to her car. 
I had never seen her so excited -- she hugged me and talked non-stop
about how much fun we were going to have. I had to kiss her soundly to
shut her up. Not that either of us minded, you understand.

When I went back into the house, Mom was just hanging up the phone.
She said, "Would you please go get your sister and tell her to get her
butt home. I can't get through to Kelly's house. The phone must be off
the hook.

Even though it's only a block away, I jumped in the car and as I
pulled up to the house I could already hear the music. I rang the bell
but there was no answer, so I walked around the back. There are two
windows back there and both were open. The music seemed to be coming
from the one that was farthest back. I knew the first one was Kelly's
sister Marie's room, and as I passed it, I sneaked a look, hoping she
was doing something similar to what she was doing the last time I saw
her.
Instead, she had on a set of earphones and she was dancing. The music
was obviously different then what was coming from the back bedroom,
because her movements were different. Much slower and very sexy. 

She was barefoot and was wearing tight jeans and a t-shirt. She had
her eyes closed and her arms straight out. Her long blond hair was
swaying as she danced and it made a very attractive picture.

I thought I'd have some fun so I went to the window, put my elbows on
the sill and stood there watching. It was quite a while before she
noticed me and when she did, she jerked to a stop. She was frightened
for a split second, then she frowned and came to the window.

Before she had a chance to say anything, I began to applaud, and I
said, "Very nice, you're a good dancer."

She cocked her head and said, "You're Erin's brother Pete, the one
that Kelly has the crush on, right?"

I said, "Well, I didn't know about the crush, but I am Erin's brother
and I'm here to pick her up."

She came right to the window and I moved back a little. She stuck her
head through and looked at the ground and then at me and said, "Damn,
you're huge. You're the football player and you're still in high
school right?"

I grinned and said, "Right again. Are you interested in baby-sitting
me sometime?"

She grinned back and said, "Depends on my duties. I wouldn't have to
change your diaper would I?"

"No, but sometimes I have trouble sleeping and you might have to crawl
in bed with me and hold me until I nodded off."

She laughed out loud and was about to say something else, but the
music next door stopped. She looked at me for a minute, then she
turned her head and called out, "Hey Erin, your brother's here!"


When we got back to the house, I had to wait for my turn in the
bathroom. Then we all got ready for bed. After things quieted down, I
tapped lightly on Amy's door. She said, "Come in," and I sat on the
edge of her bed.

She said, "I was wondering when we were going to talk."

"Are you okay with Kristen and I?"

"I won't say I'm not a little bothered. Kris is WAY too damn pretty,
and on top of that, she's a nice person. But I can't let it bother me,
I'm having the best time of my life and I've never been so happy."

"How's the boyfriend thing going?"

She grinned and said, "Well, so far, nobody lights my fire, but
there's one who might at least be a heating pad."

I laughed and said, "Hey! Now I'M getting bothered."

I took her in my arms and we hugged each other for while.

She said, "I love you."

I said, "I love you, too. Are we doing the right thing?"

"We're doing the only thing we can do. We're growing up. It's an
unusual situation and we're making the best of it. If we can survive
this and whatever else is coming up in the next few years, we'll know
what the future holds for us.

	* * * 

I spent the next few days Christmas shopping. Friday at school, I
talked with Kris about maybe catching a movie, but she said that she
had things to do at home and we should go tomorrow. So, after dinner,
I was just reaching for the phone to call Bill to see what he was up
to, when it rang.

It was Vince, and he asked, "Hey, are you in the middle of something?"

"No, what's up?"

"I need your help at my house. Can you give me a hand?"

He gave me an address and I told him that I'd be right over.

I'd become pretty good friends with Vince. I was in awe of him at the
beginning, because he was the main jock at school. He was the
quarterback and captain of the football team and definitely the "Big
Man On Campus." He was a big, good-looking guy, and a real 'babe
magnet,' but I'd never seen him out with any girl but Karen.

The Magna let me enjoy a fast ride to Vince's place, so I pulled up in
front of his house in just a few minutes. When I rang the bell, he met
me at the door wearing just a pair of gym shorts.

He smiled and said, "Well, pal, I have a little problem."

I followed him into the house and down a hallway. We stopped in front
of a door and he said, "I have a friend here and we were getting cozy,
when,  all of a sudden, she stopped and said that we weren't going any
farther unless you joined us." 

He opened the door to a bedroom, and lying in bed, covered with a
sheet, was Clair Gilroy. She was lying on her back smoking a
cigarette. As soon as she saw me, she pulled the sheet off. She was
facing me, and as I stared at her, she spread her legs and bent her
knees so that her pussy was fully exposed, and pointed directly at me.

It was as though an electric shock ran through my body. All thoughts
of anything but her pussy left my head, and I was immediately hard as
a rock.

She crooked her finger at me to come closer and suddenly the events
the last time I was with her flashed before me. I knew I should leave.
I thought to myself, 'This woman is a nut! I should jump on my bike
and ride away as fast as I can!'

But there she was. A gorgeous woman, lying naked on a bed, and she
wanted me to come closer. 

I don't even remember moving. The next thing I knew, I was standing
next to the bed, she had my cock in her hand and she was stroking me.

I stood there watching her play with me and I was struck by the
absurdity of the situation. It felt great, but this was crazy. I had
heard about women who did this kind of thing, but this was happening
to ME!

Then suddenly a thought crossed my mind. I wondered if Vince knew
about Karen and me, and I sneaked a look at him. But he wasn't paying
any attention to me. He had dropped his shorts and was crawling up on
the bed behind Mrs. Gilroy. His cock was sticking straight out and
when he got behind her he stopped

Then she did a strange thing. She got up on her knees and for the
first time, she smiled at me.

I noticed a scar on her lower lip, but instead of it being ugly, it
gave her a sort of roguish look.

Then, suddenly, I was in pain. A Lot of pain! She had hold of my
testicles and was squeezing HARD! I tried to swat at her hands, but
she wouldn't let go. I quickly grabbed her arms, but that made it
worse. Almost without thinking, I backhanded her as hard as I could.

Several things seemed to happen in a split second. Her head flew back
and she let go of me. The she moaned loudly and Vince jammed into her
from behind. The pain stopped, but before I had a chance to back away,
She grabbed me, pulled me to her and started sucking me like mad.

She was a madwoman. My cock was so deep in her throat that her nose
was planted against my pubic bone and she was sucking and licking me
as hard as she could. 
And all this time, Vince was banging into her from behind!

Everything had happened so quickly that I wasn't really turned on yet,
but, almost against my will, I felt myself starting to build toward
orgasm. I was getting very close when Vince groaned.

Mrs. Gilroy pulled off me and twisted around, causing Vince to pop out
of her. He had put on a rubber, and she tore it off and stroked him
until he started coming. His semen flew all over her face and hair
before she opened her mouth to catch as much as she could. As soon as
he stopped, she went down on him and sucked him clean.

I stared in awe as Vince lay back, watching her. Then, he looked at me
and nodded to a bowl sitting on the nightstand next to the bed. It had
a bunch of things in it, but on top of everything was an open box of
condoms. I gazed dumbly at it until she turned around again. Clair
threw herself on her back with her legs spread, looking at me, and she
began rubbing Vince's come off her chest and licking her fingers.

I couldn't stand it any longer. I stepped out of my pants and reached
for a rubber. I was trying to get it open when she grabbed me and put
me back in her mouth. I don't think I was in there for more than a
minute before I began to come. She tried to swallow it all, but I came
so hard and fast it began to run out of the corners of her mouth. I
staggered back and sat on the edge of the bed as she continued to
swallow. Then, she wiped her mouth with her fingers and licked them.

I stared in awe at her. Was this woman demented? Was she a semen
junky? I didn't even know if there was such a thing, but what else
would cause her to behave like this.

Vince suddenly grabbed her and twisted her around so she could go down
on him, and I was presented with a view of her pussy. It was shaven,
bright red, and so wet that it was almost dripping. I was still
repulsed by her, but my manhood didn't seem to mind, because it only
took a second for it to get as hard as before.

She was sucking Vince, now, but when she glanced over and saw me still
holding the rubber, she turned back towards me and reached for my
hand. She finished opening the condom; then she surprised me again by
putting it into her mouth. She pushed me on my back, put the rubber on
me using her teeth, and got on top of me. When she slid down onto me,
her vagina was hotter than any I'd ever felt. In fact, her whole body
seemed to be blazing hot. It felt like her temperature was over a
hundred degrees. Soon, though, I was lost in her motions. She knew
what she was doing -- she twisted and turned frantically while she
pounded herself onto me. I watched her breasts as they rose and sank
in front of me. Every time she hit bottom her breasts and even her
nipples would sag slightly and then everything would seem to rebound
as she started upwards again. Soon I was lost in the feelings and I
was lying there with my eyes closed, enjoying myself, when I felt her
upper body settle on me and her breasts press onto my chest. Then, I
felt something else. Vince was behind her and I felt him jam his cock
in her ass.

It reminded me of the time with Herb and Sylvia, but Vince's pole was
bigger than Herb's, and it felt kind of gross being so close to
another guy. But Mrs. Gilmore seemed to enjoy it, because she started
making loud grunting noises. I don't know how long we kept it up and I
couldn't tell for sure if she was coming or not, but she was sopping
wet and moaning constantly.

Then Vince did something weird. He reached in the bowl, and when his
hand came out, he was holding some clothes-pins. They were the spring
kind. He opened one up as far as it would go, then reached around
Clair  and let it snap closed on one of her nipples. Her body went
rigid, she screamed and he immediately did the same thing to her other
nipple. Her hands flew to her breasts, but instead of pulling off the
clothes-pins, she seemed to be pinching them even tighter.
Immediately, her pussy began to contract and pulsate on my cock as she
started coming. I was so shocked that I quit moving to watch her. The
instant I did, she jammed her hand to her pussy and her fingers began
flying over her clit.

Vince made a face and shook his head, as though he couldn't believe
she was still wanting more. Without saying anything to each other, we
both knew we wanted to have a big finish, so we began burrowing into
her with renewed energy. Vince and I each weigh well over two hundred.
I doubt she weighs more than one-twenty, and we were slamming into her
with all we had. It got so violent I began to be concerned for her,
but I was close to the point of no return. I guess Vince was, too,
because we both came at about the same time. We finished with a series
of disjointed jerks and twitches that were almost brutal. When we all
collapsed, I was genuinely concerned that we might have harmed the
delicate tissues around her sex and rectum.

First, Vince got off and lay down on the foot of the bed; then, Mrs.
Gilroy rolled off me.

I looked at Vince; he was making a face and gingerly pulling off the
remainder of a broken rubber. I looked at myself and saw that my own
rubber was intact; but my poor member looked red and swollen.

When I looked at Mrs. Gilmore, I was shocked. She was lying on her
back, and her eyes were half closed. She had a hand on her pussy and
was playing with herself!

After a few minutes, Vince got up and asked, "Want a Coke?" Both Mrs.
Gilmore and I nodded; then, she got up and went to the bathroom.

I followed and waited by the door. She was in there for quite a while.
When she came out she was a different person. She had cleaned herself
up. She had gone in as a sticky, come drenched, worn looking woman,
but what came out was a clear-eyed, sweet faced, girl. Her Tinkerbell
haircut made her look ten years younger and the change was amazing,
until I looked down.
The clothes-pins were still attached to her nipples, and they were
wagging back and forth. But they now her nipples had an odd blue cast
to them, and looked like they were starting to swell. She stopped on
the way past me and put her hand on my penis. It twitched a little and
she started to get on her knees, but I quickly pulled away and said
"Bathroom." And I rushed in and closed the door.

How could she have changed so much? I think I was beginning to
understand Karen's dad. This could be a very appealing woman, and if
he was in love with her, he might only see what he wanted to see.

But then a picture of what she looked like a few minutes ago crossed
my mind. The person in the bedroom wasn't a woman; she was a machine!
I suddenly had a whole new respect for the sexual capabilities of a
woman, but I was starting to get a little scared of her.

When I came out of the bathroom, they were sitting on the bed drinking
their Cokes. Had it not been for the clothespins, they looked like a
nice young couple sharing a romantic sexual interlude.  

Vince's hair was mussed and he was still a little flushed from the
lovemaking, but Clair was looking up at him with a sweet smile. She
took a drink from her Coke, set it on the nightstand, and daintily
touched a finger to the corner of her mouth, then she slowly bent and
took his length all the way into her throat.
He was laying back with his eyes closed when it occurred to me that he
had been in her ass for a long time. Part of the time it was with a
broken rubber and I hadn't heard him wash himself. It didn't seem to
bother her, but it bothered me. I grabbed my pants and quietly slipped
out the door.

All the way home, I kept thinking about her. I love sex, but this
wasn't sex; it was something else. She didn't seem as though she was
having a good time. She seemed almost frantic. And what about her need
for pain?

I didn't know why, but I was upset and I wanted to talk to someone
about it. I thought Mom might know the answers, but even though we
had a good relationship, there are some things you don't talk to your
mother about. Kate would know, but she'd been acting strange lately
and I didn't want her to know that I had been involved in something so
weird.
Then I thought of Sylvia. She would know. I needed to talk to her.

Those thoughts were going through my mind when I pulled up to my house
and saw a sports car parked in the driveway. I parked at the curb and
as I walked by it, I glanced inside. There was a guy in the driver's
seat and he was kissing Amy!

Suddenly, I was furious! I knew that I had no right to be. I knew that
what I had just done was much worse than what was going on here, but I
was boiling mad and I started to reach for the door. I had no idea why
I was so angry, but I was going to pull the door open and beat this
guy senseless when Amy looked up and saw me.

I must have had an awful look on my face, because she scrambled out of
the car and ran to me. 
She had fear in her voice, when she said, "Pete, are you all right?"

, I was instantly terribly ashamed of myself. I mumbled, "I-I-I'm
sorry, Amy. Please forgive me." And I hurried into the house. 

I waved a quick hello to everyone, and I went in and took a shower. I
let the water run over me for a long time before I felt as though I
was getting clean. When I got out, I wrapped myself in a towel and
went into my bedroom.

Amy was sitting on my bed.

She stood up, pulled the towel off me and handed me my pajama bottoms.
Then she stood there, smiling, as I put them on!

She said, "It's been a long time."

I wasn't sure what she meant, so I just nodded.

Then, she folded down my blanket and sheet and said, " Get in."

I got in bed and pulled the covers up. She sat on the bed next to me
and said, "Tell me what happened tonight."

I started up to make up some lie that sort of resembled the truth, but
I don't think I got three words out before the whole thing came
tumbling out of me. I told her every detail of the sex and even to the
point where I was going to beat up her friend.

When I finished, she just sat and looked at me.

Suddenly, I was horrified. I had just alienated someone who was
incredibly important to me. Someone I loved and respected, and now she
was never going to talk to me again.

But, she did talk to me. She asked, "Is that all?"

I sat up and said, "What do you mean' Is that all'? I just told you
about something that's driving me crazy and you say 'Is that all?'!"

She touched my cheek and said, "Pete, you're a romantic. You don't
fuck; you make love. You fall in love with every girl you have sex
with, and you expect them to fall in love with you in return. And,
mostly, they do!

"I know I did.

"But, this woman tonight was different. You didn't overpower her with
your sexual prowess and she didn't fall in love with you. And you're
upset by it. But this had nothing to do with you. This woman is sick!
Very sick. These aren't sexual romps to her; it's how she tries to
dominate people. And part of the pain thing is because she hates
herself." 

I was still confused, and I said, "So why am I so angry? Do you know
that I was really going to beat up your friend?"

"Yes, I saw the look on your face. It's because you're disappointed.
You don't mind if a woman has feet of clay, but when you found one who
is downright evil, it upset you."

"How do you know so much about me?"

"I talk to people who love you."

I pulled her to me and held her for a long time. We lay there quietly
and I felt like she was part of me.

Finally, I said, "I hope I didn't mess you up with your date. Was this
the 'Heating pad' guy?"

"Yeah, it was. But you scared the crap out of him and he left in a
hurry. But that's okay; after I talked to him for a while, I didn't
like him as much as I thought."

"So, what about the lip lock you had on him?"

"That was because I was thinking about you going away with Kristen,
and I was a little pissed."

"So, you kissed him because you were jealous of me?"

"Yup."

I said, "Do you want me to break it off with Kristen and start paying
attention to just you?"

She replied, "Do you want to get married and start a family with me?"

"Gee uhh, no, not really."

She grinned and said, "Then quit asking stupid questions. Now, go to
sleep and quit worrying about what happened earlier tonight."

She started to get up when I caught her hand and said, "I love you."

She smiled very sweetly and said, "I know."

For some reason, I felt like I'd just received an early Christmas
present.

That night, I was bothered by strange dreams about Clair Gilroy. 

	SATURDAY

Saturday morning, Kristen came by, so we jumped on the Magna to do
some Christmas shopping. I grabbed a handful of the money I had
stashed; we rode to Hollywood and parked the bike on Hollywood
Boulevard. As we were stowing our helmets, Kris bent close to me. This
brought her earlobe close enough to kiss, so I did. She giggled, but
informed me that this shopping trip was a high-priority mission, so I
shouldn't distract her from it. I tried pouting, but she wouldn't
relent.

We walked along, looking at the stars on the sidewalk and the dozens
of little storefronts selling discount watches, cheap clothing, and
pictures of movie stars, until we came upon a store that specialized
in sleazy underwear for women. Kristen got curious and walked in. The
place was huge. It had all sorts of see-through slips, bras with holes
to let nipples poke through them, and tables full of crotchless
panties. I got hard just walking through the place.

Along one wall was a long counter loaded with dildos and vibrators,
and I saw Kristen looking at them. Remembering the time in Mexico when
Sam had bought one, I assumed an all-knowing tone and asked Kristen,
"Which kind do you have?"

I expected her to say, "Gee, I don't know anything about those!"
Instead, she pointed to one and said, "I used to have one like that,
but my damn brother found it and threw it away." 
Then, she called over a salesgirl. I spent several seconds just
staring at Kris. After the implications of what she said really sank
in, my hard-on grew even harder. I decided that I needed to stop
underestimating this sexy girl.

A blonde who must have been six feet tall came over; she had a huge
mane of hair that reminded me of the MGM lion. I stood there like a
dork while she and Kristen got into a discussion about vibrators. It
was actually getting kind of interesting until the blonde started
asking Kris about me, and what I liked to do. I got embarrassed and
walked away, and it wasn't until later that I found out that they were
teasing me.

However, Kristen had a package in her hand when we left the store.

We then went into a watch store. They had a big selection of heavily
discounted Lady Seiko watches, and Kristen helped me pick out nice
ones for Erin and Amy.

Next door to that was a little jewelry shop, and some earrings caught
her eye. She asked to look at them, and after a few minutes, she said,
"Great, we'll take them and please gift wrap them." Then she turned to
me and said, "Pay the man!"

I was surprised, but I reached in my pocket and paid him. They were
nice looking and weren't very expensive. While they were being
wrapped, she said, "This is your Christmas present to me. If I don't
do this, you'll go crazy and buy me something you can't afford. This
way, it's done. And I'll be perfectly happy with them because I'll
know they came from you."

I got a warm feeling, as I realized how lucky I was.

When the salesman handed them to me, I looked at her. She said, "Put
them under the tree."

Just down the street was a sports shop. As we passed, she squealed,
"Oooh, look," and rushed inside. She went to a display case and was
looking at some inline skates when a salesman came over. She asked him
for a particular color and size, so he went to get them.

I said, "I didn't know you were into roller blades?"

"They're not for me, silly; it's your present to your mom." 

"My mom?! What the heck is she gonna do with roller blades?"

"Are you kidding? Have you looked at your mom lately? Not only is she
gorgeous; she's a dance teacher. She's in as good a shape as you are
and could probably skate your ass off. She and I were talking about
these very skates the other day and she said she would love to have
them." 

I paid for the skates and walked out, shaking my head. I looked at
her, made a face, and said, "Well, you've taken care of everybody but
Dad, Kate and Ben."

She stood there thinking for a minute, then she said, "I got it! How
about a professionally posed, portrait sized photograph of Kate and
Ben?"

"Where would I go for something like that? And how much would it
cost?"

"Don't worry about it, my brother owns a place. I'll have a messenger
drop a certificate off at the house Monday morning."

I stood there with my head spinning. Then I said, "Well, now all we
need is something for Dad. 

She nodded. "I know; I'm working on it. But, don't forget, we're on a
motorcycle!" 

I was suddenly in awe of this beautiful young girl. I wanted to hug
and kiss her right there. I guess she saw and understood the look on
my face, because she smiled and winked. 

When we got back on the bike; she held onto the skates with one hand
and me with the other.

We soon got back to the house and were wrapping the skates when Dad
came in with the tree. So, we spent the rest of the day setting it up
and otherwise getting the house ready for Christmas. Kristen and I had
planned on going to a movie, but we ended up having such a good time
that we decided to stay and finish decorating the tree. Amy didn't
have a date, but Tess and a friend of hers named Phil came over after
dinner. We listened to Christmas carols on the stereo and threw tinsel
at each other.

Around nine, Mom and Dad went to their room. Dad said he was tired,
but we knew they were just leaving us alone. Erin dragged out a
Monopoly game and we sat around laughing and playing.

It was interesting watching the differences between Kristen and Amy.
Kristen was very competitive. Amy was more laid back, and she
pretended to be helping Erin a lot, but her moves were thoughtful and
you could tell she was paying attention. Toward the last of the game,
we were all bankrupt but Kristen and Amy and things heated up between
them for a minute.

Then, Amy suddenly said, "I'm done. You're too good for me," and
started putting her money back in the box.

Kristen looked stunned for a minute; then she got a strange expression
on her face that quickly turned into something else. For the rest of
the evening, she seemed particularly nice to Amy.

I made a note to myself to ask her what was going on.

There was an ice cream store not far from us that stayed open late on
weekends, so around eleven we decided to go get some cones.

I had been noticing all evening that Erin had been paying a lot of
attention to Phil. He seemed like a nice guy and he was nice to her,
but he clearly wasn't interested.

He had a van, so we all piled into it. When Erin got in, she sat right
behind him and made comments all the way about his driving. When we
got to the store, I saw her animatedly talking with the girls. But,
when the conversation was over, she looked a little down, and she was
quiet all the way home.

I walked Kris to her car when we got home, and asked her about what
was going on with Erin.

She laughed and said, "Erin is a great girl. She looks older than 14,
but she doesn't know about relationships yet and she was really taken
with Phil. Phil and Tess aren't really that close, but we had to
explain to Erin that it was bad manners to flirt with someone else's
date. I think she'll be okay, now."

Then Kris looked at me and said, "By the way, are you in love with
Amy?"

I was kind of shocked. I answered, "Sure I love her; she's my sister!"

"I didn't ask if you loved her; I asked if you were IN love with her,
and she's not your sister. I read the report we have on you."

I knew this was going to get out of hand unless I did something right
away. So, I asked Kristen to wait for a minute while I went into the
house and brought Amy out.

I said to Amy, "Kris is worried that I'm in love with you."

Amy smiled and put her hands on Kristen's shoulders. She said, "Kris,
Pete is my best friend. He's the brother I always wished I had and
he's the person I can talk to about things that bother me.
But please don't worry about us. We both think you're great. I won't
do anything to cause you worry, and neither will he."

Kristen looked at her for a minute, then she held out her arms. They
hugged each other and Amy went back into the house.

Kristen was watching her and shaking her head. 
For a second, it looked like she even had tears in her eyes.

When I asked her why, she said, "That is the sweetest girl I ever met.
Do you know why she quit the Monopoly game?"

I shook my head.

"Because she didn't want to beat me and make me look bad in front of
you. She is really a class act. No wonder you're nuts about her."

I started to say, "But Kristen, I --"

But she covered my mouth with a huge kiss. Then she said, "God, I can
hardly wait to get you alone at the ranch."

I stood there smiling and thinking how lucky I was as she drove away.

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