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The following is fiction of an adult nature. If I believed in
setting age limits for things, you'd have to be eighteen to read
this and I'd never have bothered to write it. IMHO, if you can
read and enjoy, then you're old enough to read and enjoy.
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All persons here depicted are figments of my imagination and any
resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly a blunder on my
part.
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Official stuff: Story codes: teen, mf, con.
If stories like this offend you, you will offend ME if you read
further and complain. Copyright 2003, by Gina Marie Wylie.
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Wednesday, March 27, 2002
I awoke because Jenny was moving on top of me, sitting up when
she saw my eyes open. "Again!" she said with firm
determination.
So we made love again, this time I rubbed Jenny's breasts, and
she thumbed her clit; she came twice in five minutes, then I came
again.
Jenny leaned down and kissed me. "This morning, you and I get
to shower together," she said with a big grin.
It was a pleasant shower; the first I'd ever had with a girl.
She washed me, and I washed her. It was sexy, but not erotic
sexy; for one thing, we had a deadline.
We dried off, and when we were done, went back to our bedrooms;
standing nude in the hall, Jenny leaned up and kissed me. "Will
you be jealous, Tom, if tonight I go with your dad?"
I shook my head; feeling bolder with Jenny than I'd ever felt, I
ran my hand down her side, along her hip. "You know where to
find me; you know I'll be there whenever you are ready."
She smiled prettily, kissed me, and then went into her room to
dress.
It felt good seeing Shannon and Elizabeth when I picked them up
for school; the three younger girls all sat in the back seat,
chattering away, Jenny and JR got out of the Camry, still
talking.
Walking into school, Elizabeth performed her ritual vanishing
act, and Shannon and I walked slowly towards the building. "Poor
Elizabeth is so confused. She likes Jennifer and Joanna;
Joanna's not hit on her like Jennifer has, and Jennifer only did
it the once. Elizabeth says it's pretty clear that Jennifer is
still interested, and she thinks Joanna is too."
"Probably," I agreed. "But neither one is going to want to go
any place they aren't wanted; unless Elizabeth changes her mind,
they won't push it."
Shannon nodded. "I think that's what's confusing her. My
problems, and other kids that she's heard about at school make
her wary, and I think she's expecting you to make a pass at her,
since you're sleeping with Mom and me."
I shook my head. "Maybe if she crawled into my bed and did
lascivious things to my body," I said with a laugh.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Shannon laughed too.
"I would." I was silent for a second, and then I glanced at her
out of the corner of my eye. "Shannon, I know it probably
sounds corny, but from my very first time ever, it was the girl
who wanted it. Not that I didn't want it too, but until the girl
said, 'Yes.' nothing happened. You are the closest I've ever
come to trying to seduce a girl who didn't want to."
"Well, you didn't seduce a girl who didn't want to; my problem
is with competition. I'm still not comfortable with it. The
things you've said; they've made me think. Made my mom think;
shucks, even Elizabeth is thinking about sex now." We laughed,
but it was late, and we had to hurry. When it came time to part,
Shannon said softly, "This afternoon, after school. You and
me," Shannon murmured. "Please?"
I nodded and we parted quickly for our classes.
At lunch, my table was crowded; Shannon was there, so were Sue
Ellen and Tony, although they weren't sitting together. Janey
Sussman was there as well, plus Gloria Rodriquez.
Janey told us that she'd gone to visit Dawn the evening before,
that she was doing fine and would probably be out of the hospital
by the end of the day. "She has a broken nose and a broken arm,"
Janey told us. "Bunches of cuts and bruises." She looked at
me.
"I told her what you said about our way of saying thanks."
Janey's eyes flashed, and I could tell everyone at the table knew
what she was talking about. "Dawn says thanks, too. And she
thanks you again, because she would have been pissed if we'd done
what we wanted to do." Janey grinned at me.
I shook my head. "I didn't even know I was saving anyone, much
less who."
Janey, I thought to myself, not only would I have done it for
anyone, I did it for anyone; I've never met Dawn Driscoll.
Janey give me the finger. "I know if the cops asked me the time
of day, I'd tell them wrong," she said. "And probably give them
the finger when I did."
Janey turned to Sue Ellen, "Sue Ellen and I had a long talk last
night. I think I'm maybe growing up a little."
Sue Ellen giggled. "I know it's called intercourse, I didn't
know it was called talking, too. If it is, I guess we did talk
all night."
Janey stuck her tongue out at Sue Ellen and everyone laughed.
I could see a startled look on Tony's face.
What did you expect, Tony, when you decided to go your separate
ways for a while? You aren't likely to be celibate; you must be
crazy if you think Sue Ellen is going to be. And what part had I
played in Sue Ellen and Janey getting together? I'd told Janey
yesterday that Sue Ellen preferred guys. Evidently JR wasn't the
only girl who could seduce Sue Ellen.
Eventually the bell rang, and the rest of the school day ran its
course. We drove to the junior high, picked up the other two,
and I told them that I wanted to study at Shannon's. JR and
Jenny wanted to go over there too, so we went to Shannon's.
Shannon called her mom, and then I called mine. I was a little
surprised again. "You're at Mary's? Good! Don't go home! The
neighbors called earlier, it's a zoo, reporters everywhere. You
were on the twelve o'clock news."
I blinked. "I didn't think they were going to use it." That
and I'd prayed they wouldn't; I'd said too many things wrong.
"Welcome to the world of film editing, Tom. They only used
parts of it, with parts of other people talking as well. It
makes you sound like a big hero."
"I'm not a big hero. I wasn't any kind of a hero."
Mom agreed, "I know, but they are making out like you are. You
did the right thing, we all admire that. But they are blowing it
seriously out of shape."
I nodded like I understood, but I didn't. "Stay at Mary's,
we'll come there tonight after work. Dave convinced Mary that we
can afford to go out to eat, we'll go home much later," Mom told
me.
I told the others what was going on, JR and Jenny thought it was
cool that I'd been on TV; I wasn't so sure. The three younger
girls then went to Elizabeth's bedroom, leaving Shannon and I to
ourselves. She took my hand and we went to her room and shut the
door.
We stood for a while, kissing each other; the passion of the
kissing slowly rising. I reached down and undid her jeans, then
pushed them down, along with her panties. I gently moved Shannon
back, until she was sitting on the edge of her bed, then I knelt
in front of her and started kissing her inner thighs, starting
halfway to her knees, working my way up one leg, then down the
other.
Shannon undid her blouse, tossed it away, then her bra; by the
time I reached the apex of her legs the second time, she was
rubbing her breasts with both hands. I contemplated her pussy,
and then licked it with my tongue, as if I was eating an ice
cream cone.
She murmured with pleasure, and I focused on her clit, licking
it with my tongue as I'd been doing before. "Oh God, Tom! You
are so different than any other guy I've been with!" She giggled
softly, "Mom says that when girls do it, it's all they do. I
can't hardly imagine what that's like."
I licked her clit again, then this time lightly applied suction
to the area. "Mom or JR or Jenny would love showing you what
it's like," I told her.
"I still can't believe everyone is sleeping with everyone else,"
Shannon whispered. "Except you and Jennifer."
"Everyone is sleeping with everyone," I confessed, sure it was
going to hurt. But I wasn't going to lie.
"You and Jennifer?" Shannon asked, obviously surprised.
I nodded, and spread her pussy lips, and used my tongue to
moisten the entrance to her pussy hole. I felt Shannon quiver;
at first I thought it was excitement, but she whispered, "God! I
can't get the image out of my head! A girl doing to me what
you're doing!"
I lightly blew on her pussy hair, Shannon trembled again, this
time I was sure, from excitement. "It would take just a second,
JR would love to do this to you," I told Shannon, looking up at
her. I saw her pull on her nipples, and then I felt her tremble
again.
"God, am I a pervert?" Shannon asked, talking to herself. "I
just want sex, sex with whoever." She looked down at me. "You'd
just get up, go fetch your sister, and then what? Watch?"
"I've never watched," I told her, "But yes, if you'd like it, I
know JR would like to kiss you like this." I put my tongue more
fully into her hole, and Shannon trembled.
"Tom, oh Tom! I'm so confused!" Shannon said, and then she
giggled. "God, I want to try it!"
There was a quiet knock on the bedroom door, and I blinked; I'd
been a half second from standing up and going to get JR. "Go
away!" Shannon called out, but the knock came again.
"Please, Shannon, I need to talk to Tom," that was Elizabeth.
Shannon opened her mouth to say something, and I reached up and
lightly laid my finger on her lips. Shannon blinked, looking
daggers at me now. I got up and went towards the door; Shannon
pulled the covers up on the bed, and crawled under them. At a
guess, Shannon hadn't liked the weekend nudist binge as much as
Mom thought everyone had.
I went to the door and opened it, just a bit. Elizabeth looked
at me, a pale and drawn expression on her face. "Jennifer says
if I have a problem, I should talk to you. If anyone can help,
you can."
I nodded, and Elizabeth looked past me, to Shannon. "I'm so
sorry, Shannon."
Shannon raised her bird finger, and as I had a second before, I
realized that Shannon and her sister were nowhere as close as JR
and I were, even before last week. I wanted to run back and hug
Shannon and tell her I loved her, but I needed to see what was
bothering Elizabeth.
Another epiphany. I was one person; keeping one other person
happy and satisfied was nearly a full time task. How many
women/girls was I dealing with now? Almost ten? How do you
spell prescription for failure?
"Please talk to me," Elizabeth pleaded.
I consigned myself to the fates, and stepped through the door,
closing it behind me. Why on earth would Shannon give me the
time of day after this? What would happen if I sent JR in there
to cheer her up? I saw JR standing a few feet away in the living
room. I could do that; Shannon had all but said that's what she
wanted. But the fact was, she hadn't said it.
"What do you want, Elizabeth?" I asked softly, not really
wanting to think about what would happen if I talked to JR about
Shannon.
"Could we walk? I feel odd, weird, antsy," she said softly.
I resisted the temptation to smile. Two walks with my dad, one
with Sue Ellen. Why not another? Odds were, Elizabeth wasn't
going to threaten to tear my clothes off and do it there in the
street.
"Sure." I could see that something was upsetting Elizabeth; I
hoped it wasn't Jenny.
We went outside, and Elizabeth stood for a second on their
porch, looking around. "I know you're going to think I'm strange,
weird," Elizabeth said, "but I'm not."
"I don't think you're strange or weird," I told her.
"I've come out this door ever since I can remember when I was
little." She looked around as if seeing it for the last time; at
that thought, it was me who shivered. "I can't ever remember
feeling like this." She started walking and I followed along.
"From when I was little, I knew when Dad was going to come home.
I'd be standing at the door, just before he'd pull up in the
driveway. If he came to my room, I'd be at the door, waiting for
him. I knew. I always knew."
She turned towards the main street ahead. "The other day," she
continued, walking briskly, "you asked us if any of us knew why
Dad left. I didn't answer because I didn't know why Dad left,
but yet... " She shook her head.
"Last year, the phone started ringing off the hook. Boys
calling Shannon, after she'd been out with Roger."
"She told me about that."
"She didn't tell you about Dad, I bet," Elizabeth said, but
without heat. "He got mad; not just a little mad, but storming,
raging mad. He would yell and scream at the boys, and still the
phone calls came. He changed our phone number and for a few
weeks the calls stopped, then they started up again.
"Shannon had given our phone number to a girl in one of her
classes, they had a project they had to work on together. That
girl gave it to someone else, pretty soon everyone had it again.
"I didn't know when Dad was coming home any more. It was like a
blank wall where before, there had been something I knew. It
frustrated me; I got angry with Shannon too, it all seemed like
her fault. Mom tried to keep everyone from killing each other.
I love my Mom more than anyone else in the world." She stopped
talking and looked at me. "Weird, huh?"
"Well, weird in the sense it's not something I've heard a real
live person talk about; read it sometimes in books, though."
She smiled slightly. "This afternoon; it's like I can feel
something from Dad again. Except," she frowned, "it doesn't make
sense."
She was silent for a few moments; we had reached the main
street, and she turned right on it and we walked along the busy
street. "Now I feel like there's someplace I have to go,
someplace I have to be. I feel scared, I feel like I'm
constricted; I feel all hot and sweaty, even sitting down at
home, where it's cool." She shook her head. "I think I'm going
crazy."
"I think maybe you've had too much, too fast." I waved behind
us, towards her house. "I think I've done too much, too fast. I
don't think any of us, particularly me, has thought enough lately
about what we're doing."
Elizabeth made a frustrated sound. "I really don't think this
has anything to do with that. This is about my dad and me. Dad
wasn't the nicest or easiest person to get along with. He and
Mom had been drifting apart for as long as I can remember. He
and Shannon never liked each other, and after last fall, he was
just plain mean to her; screaming and shouting at her, for
anything wrong, anything at all.
"But he and I..." She shook her head. "I think I was the only
one he liked, and then not a lot. I feel so strange right now."
Elizabeth stopped walking, had a very odd expression on her
face. "I'm so scared." Her voice was low, almost inaudible. "I
want to run, and I can't. Oh God! Oh no! Please, no! Don't!
Please! I'm sorry!" She screamed then, grabbing her chest with
both hands.
The scream was loud enough to hurt my ears; I caught the motion
as she simply crumpled. I tried to catch her, but Elizabeth went
straight down to the sidewalk, moaning. "Oh God! It hurts! It
hurts! Please God! I don't want it to hurt! Oh God! What..."
I was leaning over Elizabeth, heard her breathing catch. Then
her chest stopped moving, her body wilted like I'd never seen
before except in a cartoon.
I had no idea where they came from, but tears were streaming
down my face, as I leaned over, trying to remember the CPR
lessons from last year. I pressed down on her chest; felt
nothing, no pulse. No lift of her chest. I pressed down, again,
hard. Again. Harder, frantic. I leaned down, breathing into
her. More chest presses; breath, press, breath, press.
The only thing in my universe was Elizabeth, lying there on the
sidewalk. It took one of the firemen physically pulling me
away, before I could stop. Even then, I wanted to go to her.
"You did good, son!" a voice told me. "Now let us take over.
Please, relax. Take a breather."
I tried to focus, but all I saw was Elizabeth, pale, limp and
unmoving on the sidewalk, a ghastly blue pallor to her skin. Two
men and a woman were attaching things to her, working swiftly,
efficiently. I felt a hand touch my sleeve, and I turned to
look.
My breath was racing, I felt like I'd run a million miles.
An older woman, in her sixties or maybe even older, stood a few
feet away from us, staring at me as if I was a ghost. "Ten years
ago, I was walking with my husband on the beach," she told me.
"He died of a heart attack, one second alive; the next... well,
maybe if I'd known CPR he wouldn't have died. But he did." Her
eyes went to Elizabeth. "I saw her, it was just like Ralph. I
called 911." She leaned close, kissed me on the cheek.
"I wish you'd have been there, when it happened to my Ralph.
There's no quit in you, none."
A policeman came up to me. "Are you her brother?" I shook my
head.
"She lives just down there." I said pointing; praying that
someone was still dressed to answer the knock on the door. I
saw the woman who'd spoken to me had a cell phone in her hand.
"Please," I said to her, "let me call her mom, her sister."
The woman nodded, so did the policeman. I called Dad's number;
I told him, and he said he'd tell Mary. "What hospital?" He
asked, so I asked it myself.
"St Joe's." One of the EMTs told me.
I repeated that, then called Shannon. It took forever for
someone to come to the phone, but finally it was Shannon.
"Shannon, Elizabeth collapsed. They think it's a heart attack.
Have JR call Mom, she'll come and get you. They are going to
take her to St. Joseph's." I hung up before Shannon had time to
do more than sputter in shock.
I handed the phone back to the woman, and thanked her. She
smiled at me. "What's your name, young man?"
"Tom Ferguson, ma'am. Thanks for helping, for calling 911."
She smiled at me. "You don't have to thank me, Tom Ferguson."
She waved at Elizabeth, who was no longer blue, but pink again.
They had her on oxygen; I could see Elizabeth's chest rise and
fall. When I saw that, I felt like I was floating. "She needs
to thank you, her parents need to thank you."
I nodded, simply mesmerized by the vision of Elizabeth
breathing. I took a deep breath, held it. Swallowed.
I turned to the policeman. "Can I ride with her to the
hospital?"
"If you were family, no," one of the firemen standing next to me
said. "If you were the President of the United States -- still
wouldn't happen." He was different than the others, black pants,
white shirt and tie.
One of the policemen smiled. "I'm going that way." There were
chuckles from the assembled emergency workers.
I looked the boss fireman right in the eye. "Thanks, thanks for
coming, for helping."
"Our job." He nodded to Elizabeth, now being loaded on a flat
board, lifted up to a stretcher. "You did your job, too." I saw
him look at me closer. "Saw you on TV earlier." The policeman
sharpened his interest in me. "You're having a good week."
"TV?" The policeman asked. The fireman looked at me, saw I
wasn't going to speak.
"You remember the dramatic rescue of the rape victim, Monday?"
The fireman asked. The policeman nodded. "That was this young
man."
I shook my head. "I keep saying it, I didn't do anything. I
didn't even know there was someone in trouble. The detectives
asked me if I knew where they could look for Sam Reese. I gave
him two names and one address. You people," I gestured at the
policeman, "did the rescuing, not me."
The policeman snorted in derision. "Guy, do you know how many
kids your age give us the time of day?" I remembered Janey
Sussman's comment about giving them the wrong time of day, and
the finger as well.
I shrugged. Was it really that big of a deal? I didn't do
anything, not really. Tell a policeman where a scum bag like Sam
Reese might be? Oh, like that had taken any thought! Help
Elizabeth when her heart stopped? Like what was I supposed to
do? Stand there? Kiss her goodbye? Not fucking likely! I
lifted my chin. "Do it all again, in a millisecond," I said
under my breath.
The ambulance doors closed, they edged out into the traffic.
More policemen were there, holding up cars. There were a lot of
people, I thought, having to wait. Tough shit! That was my
friend, Elizabeth, going to the hospital! Where, God willing,
she'd live.
The policeman waved at a patrol car. "If you'd like a ride." I
nodded, and he started walking towards it.
I turned to the older woman. "What's your name?" I asked her.
"Edith Hall." She gestured at a house there on the street. "I
was in the yard, watering my flowers when I saw her go down."
"Thanks for what you did, Edith," I told her, and then followed
after the policeman. It felt right and good.
I was a little surprised when I was shown the back seat. I
looked him in the eye. "Am I in trouble?"
He shook his head. "Sorry, but it's policy, like riding in the
back of ambulances." He waved after the ambulance, now turning
south at the next big intersection. "I am going to have to ask
you some questions."
I looked at the little plate on his uniform blouse. "J Moss," I
said, reading from it.
"Joe." He got in and we started forwards. "And you're Tom
Ferguson?"
"Yes. I talked to a Detective Harris the other day, and Eleanor
Johannsen from CSD," I told him. "So you can compare notes."
He grinned. "What is the young woman's name?"
"Elizabeth Leary. Her mom works at the same place as my dad,
our families are friends. I called my dad and he's going to tell
Mary, Elizabeth's mother. This afternoon I brought Elizabeth and
her sister home after school. Along with my sister and Sam
Reese's sister, Jennifer. She's staying with us, with my family.
I talked to my mom when we got to the Leary's; she told me that
there were a lot of reporters camped out at our house, that we
should stay where we were, and that later we'd all go out to
dinner together, then go home late.
"Elizabeth said she was feeling funny. Antsy, weird." I
sighed, "I swear, I had no idea she was about to have a heart
attack. She was talking about her dad when it happened. He
deserted them last weekend." If Elizabeth wanted to tell them
the particulars of the conversation, that would be up to her. I
didn't think it was germane.
"How old is she?"
"Fourteen, I think."
"Well, fourteen isn't considered to be in the heart attack risk
zone," he said dryly. "But in fact, heart attacks can happen to
anyone, any time. My cousin's baby boy had one, and he was just
days old."
"It scared me more than I've ever been scared before," I told
him honestly.
Officer Moss nodded. "When I was a rookie, at my first TA --
There was a guy, all broken and bleeding; calling for his mom."
He shook his head. "We did what we could, but he died there at
the scene.
"My partner talked to me for hours, later. I was thinking about
giving it up. 'We can't save all of them,' he told me, 'but now
and then, we save one. And that's why we're here, for the ones
we can help.'" The policeman was silent. "It's not easy; it's
never easy."
I was silent for a while, and then we were at the hospital.
Officer Moss sat with me, asking more questions, finally when
Mary and Dad came, left to ask Mary questions. The policeman
didn't ask her very many questions, and then he came back and
shook my hand before he left.
Mary had vanished into the bowels of the hospital; Dad stood
next to me, looking around. "What happened?" he asked softly.
I explained it as best as I could; I didn't go into what
Elizabeth had said about the feelings about her father to him,
either.
Then Shannon and the others were there with Mom; I went over it
again.
We sat patiently, but nervously waiting for something to happen.
After about an hour, Mary came out and saw us. She walked over
to me, hugged me more tightly than I'd ever been hugged before.
"Thank you for my daughter," she said, stepping back.
Mom reached out, and put her hand on Mary's shoulder. "Tom said
something about her heart."
Mary nodded, looking at me. "Elizabeth's had a heart attack,
her heart stopped. She stopped breathing. Tom gave her CPR
until the EMTs got there. Brought her back from the dead. I
don't even know how to say the words to you, Tom. Thank you,
dear God, I thank you so much..."
She smiled at Mom. "Elizabeth is resting, the doctors tell me
her heart is returning to a normal rhythm. They don't yet know
for sure what caused it, they are going to have to keep her here
for a couple of days, to check her out.
"They let me see her for a few minutes; she's pretty stressed
out," Mary sighed. "The first thing she told me was that Bill's
dead." Mary shook her head. "Like that matters any more."
"It does to Elizabeth," I said quietly. "That's what she was
talking about, just before it happened." Did I really want to
tell everyone about this? I decided, no. "Mary, I promise you,
when we have a minute, I'll tell you about it. But not here, not
now."
As I said that, I saw someone come out of the elevator. The
woman from the TV station, her cameraman in tow. She should make
him wear chains, I thought. She was that sort of person.
She marched right up to me. "Imagine my surprise, hearing your
name again today, on the police scanner, Mr. Ferguson."
I looked at her, contemplated drowning kittens. Decided that I
was not now, nor was I ever going to be able to drown a kitten.
Or step on a bug. On the other hand, I had absolutely no
compunction about teasing her.
"I know I should remember your name," I spoke to her with a
straight face. "I don't." I saw the look on the woman's face,
slightly startled. I'd forgotten her already?
"Melinda Carter, KPHO," she said, preening slightly. "I
understand you performed CPR on a girl this afternoon; saved her
life."
I saw the camera was on me. "You should talk to Edith Hall," I
said quietly, "the woman who called 911 when she saw Elizabeth
was in trouble. To the firemen and EMTs who came to help, who
did their jobs, got Elizabeth to the hospital, still alive.
Officer Joe Moss, Phoenix Police, who is doing the
investigation."
"Investigation?" The woman perked up, interested.
"Certainly," I said with equanimity. "When someone collapses on
the street, there is a need to make sure what happened." I
nodded to the others standing there. "Right now, Mary Leary is
just getting used to the fact that her daughter nearly died this
afternoon. Maybe in a day or two, she'd be willing to talk to
you. I too, would be willing to talk to you, at length about
events. But not now."
"Please," Mom added.
The woman looked at Mom. I saw a slight change in the
reporter's eyes, saw her eyes move down Mom's body. I stifled a
giggle. Like that, are you? I met the reporter's eyes with
mine. I swear, I saw her mentally blush.
"I'll get back to you," the woman said, turned away, going back
to the elevator.
"Please and thank you aren't her long suit," Dad said crossly.
Mom smiled slightly. "Don't worry dear, I think I can deal with
it."
I grinned. So, Mom had noticed too! I wondered if anyone else
had?
Mom turned business-like. "Dave, I want you to take the kids
out for a bite of dinner, then take Shannon to her place.
Shannon, get some things for Elizabeth, including a few good
books; some things for yourself. Come back here. Later, Dave
will take the girls over to Kim's; I talked to her and she has a
spare bedroom you can use. There's always room for Joanna and
Jennifer. Tom can fetch his car from Mary's and drive home.
Tomorrow..." She sighed, "Mary's too new at her job to miss
much, no matter how serious the need."
"I'll take care of it," Dad said. "No one will say anything,
don't worry about it, Mary. Take as long as you need."
Mom nodded. "Now clear out of here, get something to eat. I'll
stay with Mary."
We ate in silence at a small restaurant, not far from the
hospital. Afterwards, Dad drove everyone to Mary's house.
Shannon went inside to get things for Elizabeth; I got into my
car and headed home after hugs from everyone.
At home, there was a strange car in the driveway; I contemplated
that. Who was it this time? Another reporter, determined to get
a story? I sighed, parked on the street, so I didn't block them
in the driveway.
I walked towards the front door of the house; no one got out of
the car. It was dark; I couldn't see anyone sitting in it. I
contemplated Sam Reese and Roger. What if they were out? Dad
had said there was going to be a bail hearing today; things had
gotten a little busy, I hadn't heard the result. I gulped, then
decided that before I panicked, I should check out the car.
I walked towards it, finally looked inside. I hadn't seen
anyone inside for the simple reason that whoever it was, was
slumped across the front seat. A mental vision of Elizabeth
crashing to the sidewalk was forever burned into my mind; this
looked like a girl. I opened the door; the raw smell of booze
washed out, and I almost choked.
I reached down, shook the dark form on the seat. Then again.
She sat up; Gloria Rodriquez, from school. I saw her eyes
widen, it looked like she was going to faint. Instead, she
hastily got out of the other side of the car and was sick on the
neighbor's roses. After what seemed like an eternity of
retching, she stood back up, noticeably wobbly.
"Oh, I feel ever so much better now," her voice was slurred and
she looked like she was about to be sick again. She looked at
the car, reached out and slammed the door shut on her side.
"Invite me in," she told me, waving at our house.
I stared at her. "Why?" I asked.
"Pretend I'm a fucking vampire," she said, angrily. "I'd like a
chance to wash my face, clean some of this shit out of my mouth.
God, I'd kill for a shower." She waved at the house. "Invite me
in."
I contemplated just how much I wanted more complications. Not!
"Are you a vampire?" I said, thinking I was kidding.
"Don't be stupid!" She said, even more angry. "Sue Ellen said
you were cool, that you'd make sure I was okay."
Gloria drew herself up. "Look, I'm not going to puke again, at
least no time soon. Please."
I shrugged. I was crazy. I led her towards the door; found
that I had to almost carry her through. "Show me the bathroom,"
Gloria demanded. The stairs were almost more than she could
manage. The only way she did manage was to hang onto me for dear
life.
When I got her to the bathroom, she was only barely conscious.
She fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, couldn't manage them.
"Too fuckin' drunk," she muttered, her words barely
intelligible. "Fuckin' bastard son of a mother fuckin' bitch."
She looked at me. "Cool, eh?"
I looked at her, clueless. I didn't feel very cool.
"Undress me," she told me. "Put me in the fuckin' shower. Turn
it on, like cold as it will go."
I gritted my teeth; I'd undressed a few girls now, not quite the
impossible task it would have been a few weeks before. I did it,
with Gloria helping only a little. Her blouse, her bra, then
shoes, jeans and panties. Then I had to help get her feet over
the edge of the tub, and then I had to hold her upright while I
turned on the water. I didn't use straight cold water, for one
thing, I was getting as wet as she was.
After about fifteen minutes, I sensed a change in her. Gloria's
eyes focused, and she looked around. "Thanks," her voice was
clear and soft, the earlier slurring gone.
"No problem," I grinned. "I come home most nights and take a
cold shower with a naked girl I barely know."
"Darryl got me drunk," she told me, meeting my eyes. "Stinking,
ripping drunk. I thought it would be cool." Darryl was one of
the second string running backs; a guy who'd given Tony a verbal
hard time. Darryl's ego was a lot bigger than his ability to
catch passes and block.
She sniffed in derision. "Son of a bitch did a good job, too.
Then he wanted to fuck me in the ass; one second I was sitting
there in his room, next thing I'm face down on the bed, with him
trying to get it in." She looked at me. "So I punched him.
Left. Stole his car, drove here, after I talked to Sue Ellen."
"Why not go home?" I asked, thinking that would have solved
many problems.
"I have a father, two brothers and two uncles who live within a
few blocks. If they even got a hint that Darryl did something
like that to me, they'd kill him. Literally." She waved at the
water. "Enough."
I shut it off, and she stepped out of the tub. Gloria eyed me.
"You've been cool; I don't want to push the envelope. I think I
can dry myself."
I handed her a towel, turned and faced the door. I heard a low
chuckle behind me. "Sue Ellen said, when you don't pay
attention, you don't."
"You didn't want me to pay attention to you the other day at
school," I said. "I doubt if you want me drooling on the floor,
looking at you now."
There was a moment of silence. "You're right there," she
murmured. "Instead, I saved myself for Darryl the Rat Bastard.
Gosh, was that ever a good choice!"
I said coldly, "It was the one you made at the time with your
best judgment."
"I fucked up," Gloria said with frustration. "And if any of the
males in my family learn about it, Darryl will abruptly lose his
balls, just before they beat his piss pot brains into jelly."
Gloria stopped talking and I put my two cents in. "Darryl," I
said positively, "is a moron. The men in your family are only
marginally better, for all that they profess that they want to
'help.'" I hung air quotes around the last word.
There was silence behind me, and after a second when nothing
happened, I turned and looked. Gloria was leaning against the
wall, her eyes closed. She had, I thought, managed to get half
dry.
I contemplated what next. The smart thing to do, what would the
smart thing to do be? I eyed her. I'd look brain dead if I
tried to pick her up and carry her, only to drop her because I
wasn't strong enough; Gloria was a lot bigger than JR, more like
Sue Ellen.
I walked over and touched her on the shoulder. Nothing
happened. I shook her, just a bit. Nothing. I was afraid she
was going to fall down, so I reached behind her, putting my arm
under her shoulders. "Taking you to bed," I told her, as I led
her out of the bathroom.
Gloria mumbled something, and then clear enough, "Yours?"
"Yes," I said simply. "No one will bother you, I promise. I'll
be downstairs on the couch."
I got her into my room and managed to get her onto my desk
chair. I hastily stripped my sheets, returned with new ones and
made up the bed. Getting Gloria from the chair to the bed was
more interesting; I did carry her because by then she was lightly
snoring.
I tucked her in, turned off the light and went downstairs to
make up the couch in the family room. I was still doing that
when Dad came in. He stopped and watched, as I was finishing.
"I'm sure there is a simple, reasonable explanation why you plan
on sleeping on the couch. Why there's a car I don't recognize
blocking the driveway," he asked mildly.
"Yep!" I replied, "A girl I know from school is upstairs
sleeping in my bed. Her boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, got her
drunk and then he wanted to get a little kinky. She can't go
home like this, they'd go ballistic."
"And the car in the driveway?" I blinked. Gloria said she'd
stolen it! Didn't need that!
"I'll go move it," I told him.
The phone rang, and Dad picked it up, expecting, I think, to
hear from Mom or Mary. Instead, he held it out for me. "For
you, another girl."
I grimaced, and took it.
"Tom, this is Janey."
"Hello, Janey," I said mildly. I glanced at the clock, nearly
ten on a school night. Not quite out of the bounds of normal.
Not that she'd ever called me before.
"Sue Ellen told me that she spoke to Gloria, that Gloria might
be there."
"She's here, she's crashed; she was pretty blotto." Janey
didn't need to know where Gloria was sleeping it off.
"Sue Ellen and I will come by in the morning, with some clothes
and things. Is the car there?"
"Parked in the driveway."
"Could you move it to the street?" Janey asked, "Just a few
houses away. I don't know if Darryl reported it stolen or not.
Tony's trying to find out."
"I'll do that," I told her.
"I heard about your friend's sister," Janey said quietly.
"They think she's going to be okay," I told her.
"Good, that was cool, helping her. Dawn. Gloria."
"I'm still comfortable with a simple thank you," I told her.
"Well, thank you. Can I call tomorrow around 6 am?"
"Sure, I'm up before that," I told her.
"Good night, Tom." Janey hung up.
Later, I lay on the couch, running over what had happened today,
the days before. I could only shake my head in wonder.
Particularly a puzzlement, was how something that I'd done all my
life until the last two weeks, sleeping by myself, was suddenly
so difficult to do. I missed not having a warm body to snuggle
up to. Eventually I slept.
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