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Laura Alban Hunt

Chapter 10 -- Retreat -- Saturday Evening

	There were a lot of conversations up in the rooms; I was pleased
to see that the team members weren't totally excluding the lefts,
although there were quite of few of the left-corridor girls in
their rooms or the rooms of others in the same end of the wing. 
You can't save them all, I thought.  From some of what I'd seen
during the morning and afternoon, it was true.  Not all of the
girls were ready to be on the team.  How do you tell if someone
is simply unable to learn routines?  Or just inexperienced? 
Girls who might, given a little patience and coaching, be able to
learn?

	I was more sure than ever.  You had to spend a little more time
at it than a weekend, and for those girls who needed the patience
and coaching, you had to provide more of an opportunity to see
what they could do.

	Susan had had a three-month fling with soccer back in fifth
grade.  By then she'd come a long ways in dance, but she just
didn't have the speed and long endurance needed for soccer.  I'd
been happy she tried out, not disappointed that she didn't want
to continue.  You really need to do something like that, I
thought.  Take practically all comers; let them come to the
realization on their own that it isn't for them.

	I grimaced.  I follow the news; I was aware that educational
funding was a perennial problem.  I knew that after 9/11 the
economy had headed south, which meant tax revenues were going to
take a big hit.  I had a sneaking hunch it was going to be a
tough row to hoe, if I tried to do this through the school. 
Maybe I could set up a little place in a strip mall.  Like a
ballet school, only for cheerleaders.  What if there was
competition?

	I chuckled to myself.  So what if there was competition!

	I was standing in the hallway, still musing when I saw Jackie
coming.  "Hi," I called to her.

	Jackie smiled.  "Marybeth talked to me this afternoon," she
said.  "Thanks and double thanks.  I don't know what you told
them, but I appreciate it."

	"It wasn't anything."

	"I wanted to know if you and Amy would like to come to my room
for a while and talk."  She looked me right in the eye, it was
pretty clear she knew about Amy and me now being "partnered".

	"That would be nice.  Could I bring another friend?"

	"Fred?" Jackie asked.  Obviously with the added meaning of was I
really sure I wanted to do that, as obviously the conversation
topics were not going to be as wide ranging.  Not to mention,
Fred would have to go to her room before Amy and I went to mine.

	"Yes," I said without elaboration.  "We'll be by in a minute."

	I walked down the hall and was pleased to find Fred in her room
with Amy sitting on a chair, talking to her.  Fred's roommate
wasn't there.

"Want to go spend some time talking with Jackie?" I asked and Amy
nodded.  "Come along too, if you want, Fred."

"I guess I owe you an apology," Fred said as we walked the
corridor.

"You don't owe me anything," I told her.

We went in Jackie's room.  "I sure hope everyone likes Coke.  I
have Coke, Diet Coke and an otherwise empty refrigerator," Jackie
said.

She handed out soda to everyone.  "You made quite a hit the other
day at the party, Laura."

"Oh?" I asked.

"Soda, tea -- and lemonade."

"I noticed you all went through a lot of that.  Tea too."

"It's the Mormons," she said.  "They aren't supposed to have
anything with caffeine or alcohol in it.  Some of them fudge and
say that tea is okay.  You'd be surprised at what it's like at
some of the parties.  At a Mormon house, there's water, fruit
punch or fruit juice.  Non-Mormons go for a lot of soda pop."

"I didn't know," I told her.  "I just remember when I was your
age, I liked having a lot of choices."

"Choice is good," Jackie agreed.  She turned to Fred.  "So, what
do you think of cheer?"

"It's fun."

"Fred is really good," Amy said.

Jackie frowned, and I saw Fred's eyes on her.  The problem with
Fred is that she is really smart, really observant.  And she was
really good at connecting the dots.  Amy saw it too.

"I saw something the other day," Amy said, holding up three
fingers on her right hand, towards Jackie.  It looked like the
Girl Scout pledge thing, only she was holding her fingers
backwards, looking at her own palm.

"Oh?"  Jackie said, "And what's that?"

"Read between the lines."

Fred laughed first, then it hit me and I smiled.

"Okay," Jackie said, exasperated at not figuring it out. 
"Obviously I don't get it."

Amy's two outside fingers started to curl down, and then she
dropped her hand without completing the gesture.  But close
definitely counted with what she'd done.

"Now that, Amy, is good.  Really good!"  Jackie laughed.

And, I thought, with any luck it would divert Fred from wondering
why Jackie had frowned.  Ah, but Fred is Fred, what can you say?

"You don't think I'm going to make it, do you?" Fred said,
looking at Jackie.

Jackie shrugged.  "I hardly have any say in it."  Jackie waved at
Amy.  "You have a cheerleader on your side, that helps a lot. 
But you're not exactly the outgoing, perky girl the coach
likes."

Fred turned to me.  "What do you think?"

"I think that no one right now is in or out; that tomorrow, after
you've all gone home, Coach will sit down and decide who gets an
invitation to the real tryouts in the fall.  You don't need an
invitation to go to the tryouts.  As to who gets invited: Amy has
input, I have input; the others on the team have input.  Coach
Howland decides."  I turned to Jackie.  "Isn't that right?"

"Sure."

"As far as it goes," Fred said.  "Look me in the eye, Laura. 
What is it I don't have?  What do I have to do?"

I sighed.  "Fred, do you have a favorite color?"

"Sure."

"Is there one you're less fond of than others?"

"Combinations, mainly," Fred replied.  I could see her
concentrating, trying to get ahead of me.  Good luck, girl! 
Prepare to get zinged!

"Fred, the girls on the team have things they like, things they
don't like.  Do you really, really want to know why you're going
to have a tough time making the team?"

She nodded her head; it was clear she was close to tears.

"It's not fair, it's not right, but the fact is that most members
of the team are gay.  And are most comfortable around others like
that."  Fred's eyes widened in surprise.

"If someone isn't gay, they want to be 100% sure that a
prospective team member is comfortable around people like them."
I nodded at Jackie.  "Jackie here decided to put off life-style
choices until some time in the future.  She spends her time on
school and cheer, but not relationships.  But the others know
she's cool about their choices, so it's okay.  Jackie's sister is
two years older and she was in cheer."

Fred looked at me.  "Are you gay?"

"I was married for sixteen years, that's how long I was with just
one person.  Now I'm a widow and a fellow traveler.  I'd tell you
to read between the lines, except Amy made that a bad joke.  And
yes, I'm a giant hypocrite; I could just have told you yes,
instead of not saying at all."

Fred turned to Jackie.  "I'm like you.  I have plans, a lot of
plans, for the future.  I want to go to Cal Tech; I have to have
a 4.0 GPA and something big on my resume like cheer, to get in. 
I'm not going to have time for relationships of any kind.  I
don't have a problem with people that do; it's just not me, or
something I want to do.

"On the other hand, if my parents found out someone was gay,
they'd go ballistic.  We are Mormon."  She swirled her coke. 
"But I'm not hardcore."

"I've seen you around," Jackie said.  "So have some of the other
girls, they know who you are.  Like six big strikes against
you."

"So I'm not going to make it?" Fred said.  She was starting to
leak tears.

"I'm working on it.  I haven't said anything, Fred, because I'm
new.  I'm doing what I can, but there is a lot of institutional
baggage to overcome."

"And your daughter?" Fred asked.

I nodded.  "I'll be honest," I told her.  "Susan doesn't have
plans; and while I have plans for her, they are very general.  I
want her to go to college and get a degree, in whatever field
that moves her.  She hasn't decided on any of that yet, but she's
still in junior high, there's still plenty of time.  I admire you
for having a plan, but I don't get exercised that Susan doesn't
have one.

"And, being honest, I was pleased when I found out about Susan
and it had nothing to do with my own sexual preferences.  It has
to do with being the mother of a teenaged daughter who is less
likely to get pregnant by mistake.

"Jackie told me about someone she knows at another school.  Their
cheerleaders smoke, drink, do drugs, and have unsafe sex.  One
has AIDS; some are pregnant before they graduate.  Thanks, but no
thanks.  Not for my daughter.  Coach's program has none of those
problems."

Fred was crying now, softly, what I'd call weeping.  Amy reached
out, touched her shoulder.  "We'll do what we can, Fred."

Fred twisted away, looked at Amy.  "I'm not like that!"  It
wasn't quite a scream, but it was fairly loud.

"Fred!"  She looked at me.  "It doesn't matter if you make this
team, or some other.  What Amy was doing was trying to comfort
you.  Any team you're on, you're going to get hugged.  Because
the other is happy, because you are happy, because you won or you
lost, because they care about you -- none of it is sexual.  Amy
isn't really like that either, Fred."

She looked at Amy.  "Then how did you get in?"

Amy shrugged.  "I let them think I liked it a lot more than I
really do.  I faked it.  Even if it meant being with someone. 
It's not my favorite thing, Fred.  Some of the girls can be
really mean when you say no."

"The pushing is going to stop," I told her.  "No matter what, the
pushing stops."

"Marybeth was really upset," Jackie reported.  "I mean, totally.
Thanks again, Laura."  She got up, came around to me, gave me a
hug.

God save me, my nipples got hard when I felt hers go tight.  I
don't think either one of us was expecting that to happen.

Jackie went and sat back down, laughing.  Me, I was blushing.

Fred's eyes widened.  "Are you trying to help because you like
me?  That way?"

I looked at her steadily.  "I'm helping you because I respect
you; I respect what you are trying to do.  I didn't know why you
were here, but I was sure you wanted to be in cheer.  Well, so I
wanted to be a cheerleader when I was your age, too.  I messed up
my chance.  I want to help others not to mess up.  Yes, I'm
attracted to you.  Fred, I don't push, not even a little.  If
someday you're interested, then we'll see.  But otherwise I will
never, ever bother you."

"Laura's nice!" Amy said stoutly.

"Laura helps people," Jackie said quietly.  "She took in my
sister when my parents found out she was gay and gave her the
boot.  She didn't ask for anything."

"Rent," I corrected.

"Well, that," Jackie look abashed.  "But you took her in, that's
what was important to me, to her."

"I messed up again, haven't I?"  Fred was despondent.

"Fred, you haven't done a thing but come to cheer tryouts and did
good," I told her.  "Try not to get too far ahead of things.  It
might well be you won't get an invitation to join the team, but
right now you have a shot."

I was surprised when Amy stood up.  "Fred, do you want to do what
it takes to be on the team?"

"Yes, but not that."

"Come spend the night with me," Amy said simply.  "We'll go to my
room, close the door and no one will know what happens inside."

"I'm not like that," Fred said, punctuating each word with a
pause for emphasis."

"Oh connect the dots, Fred!" I said, a little angry at her
obtuseness.  "She's going to close the door and lock it.  You can
sleep on the couch!  The two of you can sit up and talk all night
about transcendental poetry or functions, whatever you want.

"Fred, I blew my chance at being a cheerleader, just like you're
coming close to doing now."

She wiped away a tear.  "I hate being stupid.  I'm sorry."  She
looked at Amy.  "You'd really do that for me?"

"Really," Amy said firmly.  "I mean it, I'm not going to push;
I'd never push."

"Push?" Fred asked, curious, as she wiping away more tears.

"Asking again after someone says no," Jackie explained.  "If
anyone does it, tell Laura or Marybeth.  Tell me."  She waved at
the door.  "Now would be a good time for you two to run along."

I checked my watch.  It was a little after eleven; Amy wasn't
going to open the door and find Nancy inside.  What would Fred do
if Amy's roommate and friend were there?

The door closed and I shut it out of my mind.  Fred had to learn
to walk on her own; I was confident that she would if she could.

Jackie had been quiet, then waved at the door.  "You spent the
night with Amy last night.  Tonight she's talking about closing
the door and letting people think she and Fred are doing it."

"Amy and I snuggled," I told her.

Jackie raised an eyebrow.

"Kissed a little, nothing more.  Talked a lot.  But nothing
more," I explained further.

Jackie nodded.  "What you just did, that was really nice.  I like
Fred; she's got guts, spirit.  Not a bad thing to have on the
team.  Spending the night with Amy; that's going to do the
trick."

"And if Amy's roommate is there, and, ah, occupied, another good
thing," I told her.

"Michelle?  She's in tight with the Coach and Gail.  Yeah, if she
can be cool about that, she can deal with anything."

"Well, I'm counting on Nancy not being there now."  I crossed my
fingers.

"There's that," Jackie said with a laugh.  For a second she
looked at me.  "Just now, when I hugged you..."

"Two weeks ago, it wouldn't have happened.  What a difference a
few days make!  I'm sorry; my body thinks I'm a teenager again. 
I'm really am sorry."

Jackie shook her head.  "Mine went off first.

"With the others, it's been all hormones.  Please, please,
please.  Try it, you'll like it.  Most of them aren't like
Sherrie and Ann at all; they're like little kids in a pie
factory, trying to see how much they can eat before they have to
leave.

"You're different, Laura.  You think; you care about us.  You
don't mind breaking the rules, so long as no one gets hurt and
the result is better than you could have gotten otherwise."

"I try," I told her.

Jackie got up, and for a second I was nervous, but she sat down
on the couch.  Then I got nervous again, because she patted the
couch next to her.  "Please, Laura, come sit with me."

"Is it just sitting you want?" I asked her.

She shrugged.  "I'm a woman, I get to change my mind.  I'm a
teenager, I get to agonize over decisions that in a few years, I
know won't be that big a deal.

"You said last night you and Amy just kissed.  Snuggled and
kissed.  Please Laura, come and just kiss me."

I moved woodenly, not sure if I was making a mistake or not.  I
sat down next to Jackie and she smiled at me and took my hands. 
Not the brightness of Amy's smile, but nice.  Really nice.

"I don't honestly know what I want right now," Jackie whispered.
Her eyes went to my breasts.  "I know that I got you excited;
that you got me excited.  I think that means you care about me. 
Me, Jackie Licht.  It is, I'm finding, a lot bigger turn on than
I would have thought to know someone is attracted to me, instead
of just wanting me because she'd be my first."

She leaned close, I leaned close and we kissed.  It was very much
like Amy last night, I thought.  Just a kiss.

I relaxed a little, returning her gentle kisses.

It was just as sweet and tender as kissing Amy; I took solace in
the sweetness and tenderness.

Still, eventually, Jackie drew back, a big smile on her face. 
"That was nice," she murmured.  I nodded.  Her eyes moved,
looking at my breasts.  "You're excited," Jackie whispered, her
voice filled with breathless wonder.  I shrugged, it's not like I
could say it wasn't true.

Jackie lifted her hand from mine, startled me when she touched my
erect nipple through my blouse.  For several seconds she circled
my nipple with her finger until I gave a little sigh; that's when
she paused.

"I was never sure if I'd like this," Jackie told me.  "Now I'm
sure."  She leaned close, kissed me gently for a second, and then
smiled at me.  "Make love to me, Laura."

I honestly think if Jackie hadn't been playing with my nipple, if
she hadn't cupped my breast when she leaned close to kiss me
again, I'd have had second thoughts.  Instead of having no
thoughts at all.

We kissed, this time our tongues met and squirmed together.  She
cupped my breast firmly through my blouse, and I moved my hand to
do the same to her; instead, I ran into an industrial-strength
bra.

Jackie broke the kiss, moved her hand from my breast, looking at
me.  My first thought was that she'd changed her mind.

"Promise me," Jackie said, her fingers moving to undo her blouse
buttons, "that you won't laugh."

"I'd never."

Jackie sat up and shrugged off her blouse, and then reached
behind and popped her bra snap, drew it off, covering her breasts
as she did it, until finally she tossed the bra away.

"I'm really small."

I didn't know what to say; Susan had had bigger breasts in 7th
grade, and Susan was really small.  Jackie's breasts were small
cones, mainly nipple, with very pale aureoles.

I leaned close, mouthed one, cupped her other breast in my hand,
chaffing her nipple with my palm.  Both her nipples responded by
growing in size, I swear her cup size doubled in the first few
seconds.  It was Jackie's turn to sigh.

"I thought it was just talk when they said when someone kisses
your breasts, it's a million times better than touching them
yourself.  That someone going down on you is a million times
better than anything you can possibly achieve yourself."

I took a firm grip on myself, pulled a little back.  "The other
day, Susan wanted to have friends over for a party and a
sleepover.  That was the first day I met Linda, I'd seen Jamie a
couple of times.  They were having such a good time that evening,
dancing and talking, I thought I'd give them a little space.

"Gail appeared, asking me not to go back in, not until morning. 
That they were going to be doing things I might not like.  Then
Gail came on to me."

"That's Gail," Jackie said dryly.

"I was married fifteen years; I thought I knew what good sex was
like.  With Gail it was more intense than anything my husband and
I had ever done.  Far more intense.  As the week went on, there
were others; some younger than Gail."

"Amy?  Fred?" Jackie asked, and then slapped her hand over her
mouth.  "I, of anyone, should know better than to ask questions
like that."

"Not Fred or Amy," I told her.  I looked at myself in my mental
mirror.  "I'm attracted to both of them, though," I admitted out
loud.

"But Jackie, each time, the younger the girl, the better it was
for me.  I don't know why I'm getting turned on so much; it's
exotic to the max to make love to someone so much younger.  I
don't know if it's the young bodies, the young minds; it could
simply be the sheer danger.  All I know is that it's a big turn
on, and I don't think I'm ever going to be able to say no to a
girl who tells me yes first.

"The other day at my house, I wasn't lying about not being
interested in you.  I swear, not until today, not until you
hugged me.  It's the same with Sherrie; even before I met Ann,
there was just no attraction there, Ann too.  Nothing."

"Maybe," Jackie said with a whisper, "you can sense when someone
wants you.  About two minutes before I hugged you, I was thinking
about this, seriously thinking about it.  When your nipples got
hard, that's when I decided yes."

She smiled at me, and then looked down at her own breasts.  "God,
I wish I was larger for you."

I shook my head.  "Jackie, there are things we can do something
about, things we can't."  I gestured at her bra, lying on the
floor.  "We do what we can.  After that, we should worry about
other things, things that we can change to make our lives better.
 You are small."  I licked one of her breasts, and then sucked it
into my mouth.  Jackie's nipples were red and inflamed, they
looked painfully tight.  "I love them and you."

I kissed them, one after another, while I started undoing her
jeans.  I kissed down her stomach, then settled down between her
legs and began to pay serious attention to Jackie's clit and her
vaginal lips, and my tongue delved deep inside her.  The folds of
her vulva swelled like her nipples, fat and engorged.

Jackie sighed, moaned, twisting and gyrating; I could have held
my tongue still and she'd have driven herself wild with that.

I have no idea how long I pleasured Jackie, I'm sure it was quite
a while.  I'd leaned back; Jackie was idly rubbing her own
breasts, sighing contently.  "That's so wonderful, Laura..."

"It was, Jackie."

There was a sound behind me, from near the door.  I turned,
thinking it was Jackie's roommate, instead, it was Marybeth.

For a second she stared at us.  Jackie was nude, draped over the
couch, her legs wide apart; she was stroking one of her own
breasts, the nipple bright red and swollen.  I was still fully
dressed.

Marybeth laughed lightly.  "Here, I thought you'd welcome a
break, Laura, I wanted to see if you'd be interested in coming to
my room for a bit before I start my tour.  Kind of put me in the
right mind set."  Her eyes dwelled on Jackie.

"Are you okay, Jackie?"  Marybeth asked.

Jackie started to move, so I backed up a bit.  She got up,
started walking towards Marybeth.

"Close the door, Marybeth," Jackie told her.

Marybeth did, and Jackie stepped close, lifted her hands high and
kissed Marybeth very thoroughly.  It was a very hot kiss, and I
watched the two of them every second.

Jackie pulled back.  "What do you think, Marybeth?"

"Better than okay, I'd guess."

"That's right."  Jackie leaned close to Marybeth again.  "I'm
doing this right, aren't I?"

"You are," Marybeth whispered back.

"Not tonight, but do you suppose I could come visit you in the
next few days, Marybeth?"

"I'd like that very much, Jackie," Marybeth murmured.

"I know what else you like, Marybeth."  Jackie kissed her again,
and again it was a very hot kiss.

I saw Marybeth's eyes flick to me.

Jackie smiled broadly.  "I just got started, but first I thought
maybe I could put you in the right mind set for later."

"You know what I like," Marybeth said, her voice low.

"Oh, I'm sure I know what you like," Jackie agreed.  They kissed
a third time, and this time Jackie pulled Marybeth close. 
Marybeth in turn ran her hands over Jackie's bottom, massaging
her ass cheeks firmly.  Then Marybeth started running her hands
over Jackie's sex; then a finger plunged into Jackie; then
another.

It was seriously hot watching them, more so when Jackie started a
trip-hammer series of orgasms that finished with her breathless.

"Oh my!" Jackie muttered, her eyes dreamy.  "Monday night!"

Marybeth chuckled.  "Yes!"  She still had her fingers inside
Jackie.

There was a soft knock on the door.  "It's Nancy."  I heard, from
outside.

I went to the door, opened it a tiny bit and Nancy came in.  Her
eyes went to Marybeth and saw what she and Jackie were doing.  "I
just wanted to say, five more minutes, make it quick."  Nancy
laughed.  "I guess I shouldn't have worried about it."

I wasn't sure how Jackie managed to convey the message, but
Marybeth's hand fell away from her.  Then Jackie stepped in front
of Nancy, looking her in the eye.  I barely heard the whisper. 
"Do me."  She kissed Nancy as heartily as she'd kissed me, as she
had kissed Marybeth.  Again I was watching a very hot, very
passionate pair of people going at it.

Marybeth reached down to me and tugged me up.  Her lips touched
mine, and then her hands were on my jeans snap, undoing it,
pulling down the zipper.  "It's called finger fucking.  When we
use that word, it's the only time we don't get called for
cussing."

She stroked my clit in passing, and that felt very nice,
particularly after having brought Jackie off, then watching
Jackie and Marybeth.

Now I learned something new.  Roger had fingered me to orgasm a
lot of times; Gail had done it, Susan had, Jamie had, Nancy had.
No one I'd met before or since does it as well as Marybeth.

It wasn't five minutes before I'd all but stopped kissing
Marybeth, instead I was holding on to her with both hands, to
keep my legs from collapsing underneath me.  I heard Jackie sigh,
and then I moaned, a deep, deep down moan of utter completion.

"Now," Marybeth said with a grin of total smugness, "I need to
get out there."  She kissed me lightly.  "I'll call Monday, we'll
set up a time to get together.  There are a lot of things we need
to talk about."  She turned and headed for the door, leaving me
with trembling legs and breathless.

Nancy kissed Jackie one last time.  "And I have an appointment
with Jamie.  See you later."

Jackie followed them to the door, moved the "Do Not Disturb" sign
to the outside, double locked the door before turning back to me.
 I'd gotten the message, I finished what Marybeth had started,
undoing my jeans.  I tossed my blouse on the pile with the rest
of my clothes.  I reached out and took Jackie's hand and kissed
her briefly, then led her towards the bed.

She stopped me at the edge, pointed down.  "This time I get to
engage in some payback!"  I lay down and she crawled between my
legs.

It was obvious that it was her first time.  Jackie was shy,
hesitant, and inexperienced.  Of course, what that did was make
it more akin to teasing than the passionate lovemaking I was used
to.  Which meant it took me a while to come, but what a wonderful
wait!  It was worth every second!

I reached down and pulled her to me, tasting myself on her lips.
We tossed and turned in the bed, rolling this way and that as we
hugged and kissed, stroked and fondled each other.  I tried to
see if I could duplicate Marybeth's technique.   Jackie seemed to
enjoy it, but I knew that I had to do some more work.  Practice,
I thought, I needed practice.  Jackie came and then her hand was
between my legs, a knowing second finger entered me and it was
all moot.  I was as happy as a person could be.

I don't know how late it was when I woke up.  I wanted to visit
the bathroom but hated to wake Jackie up.  After a minute awake,
my kidneys kicked in and the need to go went from "nice if you
can get it" to "you better not wait long."

I got up, went, came back.  Jackie was awake, looking at me. 
Then her eyes flicked to the clock next to her on the nightstand.
 I glanced at it too, it was a little before five.  I was going
to be a wreck later, I thought.  It didn't matter much right
then.

"You have to go," she murmured.

I sat down next to her.  "In a little bit, then it will be my
turn to walk the halls."

She smiled at me.  "I'm never going to forget tonight, Laura.  Or
you.  Are you going to be upset with me if I spend time, maybe a
lot, with Marybeth?"

"No, never.  I honestly want you to be happy, whatever it is you
want.  I'm happy to support you in celibacy, or it's lack."

She smiled at that.

"I liked making love to you, and I'll be content if it never
happens again, but doubly pleased if it does.  I've led a good
life, Jackie.  I'm happy, content and satisfied in a way I
couldn't have imagined not so long ago.  I want you to have a
good life, Jackie, one where you can look back and have as few
regrets as possible.  If you need my help for anything, all you
have to do is ask."

"When my parents catch me, can I come live with you too?"

She was, I saw, not kidding.  "That's a promise I will have no
trouble keeping.  Yes."

"Now I'm going to be a rat, and go back to sleep.  See you
later!"

I bent down, kissed her on her forehead, went and dressed.  I
slipped out into the hall and looked around.  It was quiet, but
then I heard the sound of soft voices down at the intersection
and I headed that way.

Marybeth and Linda smiled when they saw me.  "A little early to
relieve me."  Linda said, and then yawned.  "I wouldn't mind,
though."

Marybeth laughed.  "I expect our dear Linda probably wants some
rest."  She tapped her watch.  "In fact, that idea appeals to me,
too.  Enjoy.  See you both later."

We watched her go into her room, Linda nodded after her. 
"Marybeth is something, isn't she?"

I remembered Marybeth saying that Linda had never figured out who
was in charge.

"Yes she is," I told her.  "In a lot of ways."

"She's really connected, up and down the line.  Cops,
politicians, newspapers, TV..."  Linda said, shaking her head. 
"She's in tight with so many people it makes my head swim.  Last
fall at a competition here in Phoenix, the Governor walked up and
started talking to her.  Just like that; like they were old
friends."

"That is well connected," I told her.  What had Marybeth said? 
She was sure she could get someone off, once?  Maybe that wasn't
just talk.  It didn't really matter, I thought, not a bit.  I
wasn't going to trust my fate or my daughter's to someone else,
not if I could help it.  Monday I'd start on that; I'd start
tomorrow except I was sure I would be going home exhausted.

"You got quiet there," Linda said.

"When I agreed to have that sleepover, I had absolutely no idea
how fast and how drastic my life was going to change.  Every now
and again it hits me and all I can do is shake my head in
wonder."

"You've changed other lives, too.  I'm glad I'm not a jealous
person, if I was; I might feel a little jealous of you.  Instead,
well, I'm in awe, girl.  You remind me a lot of Marybeth.  You
don't have a problem standing up for what you think is right. 
You jump right in when there's a problem, or something that needs
doing.

"You did something remarkable with Carolyn and now you've helped
that left girl, Fred.  She spent nearly four hours with Amy; I
don't think they were just talking."
I kept my face bland.  That, Linda is exactly what you are
supposed to think.  Because the truth is, you couldn't imagine
anything else.

She eyed me.  "You've not exactly hid what you think about scrubs
and wannabes."

"No.  Nor that I want to do something about it."

"Well, what you did for Fred is impressive.  My first year, one
of the left's developed a terrible crush on one of the sophomore
girls.  Worse, the sophomore fell for the left in a bad way, too.
 And, like Fred, the girl was good, really good.  Of course,
relating like that nipped a whole lot of problems in the bud."

Her eyes flicked up to something behind me.  "You want to take
this or should I be the ogre?"

I turned, and saw Fred coming towards us, barefoot, wearing a
nightie.

"Me," I said softly.

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