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CHAPTER 65

It was a beautiful night on the restaurant's patio, and Marie's kiss
was wonderful. For the first time in several days, I almost forgot the
aching loneliness in my heart. When the kiss was over, I pulled back
and looked down at her. She was standing with her head back, and her
eyes closed. She stayed that way for a few seconds; then she opened
them, looked at me and said, with a slight catch in her voice, "Thank
you, Pete."
Still holding her, and I pulled her to me and began gently stroking
her hair, running my fingers from her scalp to her neck. It almost
seemed like an off-beat kind of therapy for me, and I think it was for
her, as well. She snuggled against me and we stayed that way until she
pulled away and whispered, "Bathroom."
	I settled the bill, and hit the bathroom, myself. When I came
out, she was waiting for me with her jacket under one arm.
I smiled and said, "C'mon 'Marla', it's time to go."
She smiled, slipped her other arm into mine, and we walked together to
the bike. The night was getting cool, and a slight breeze was blowing,
so I pulled an extra sweater out of the saddlebag, and made sure she
put it on. I also helped her on with the jacket, gloves, and helmet.
Then I made sure that everything was zipped up and tucked away before
I helped her onto the bike. She watched quietly as I did everything.
But, when I climbed on in front of her, I thought I heard her mutter
something like, "Nice Daddy." I twisted around to look quizically at
her, but she just shook her head.
I looked at her, and thought, 'its too bad tomorrow's a work day.'
Then I remembered that my boss had told me on Thursday that business
was slow, so I had the weekend off. I'd been puzzled, but hadn't
thought too much about it. Anyway, if I didn't have to work tomorrow,
it wasn't all that late for a Friday night....
I guess I was staring at her while I was thinking this, because she
asked me, "What?"
I shook myself and said, "Oh, just thinking. Are you tired, Marla?"
She smiled at my use of her new name, and said, "No, why?"
"When we were on the patio, you told me you were fascinated by
motorcycle riders. Well, a couple of weeks back, a guy I know named
Jay, told me about an informal group of bikers that he belongs to.
They usually get together at one of the watering holes on Hollywood
Boulevard. He invited me to drop by. Wanna go?"
She let out a squeal of delight. "Yeah! I haven't been to Hollywood
Boulevard in a while. Let's go."
I grinned as I turned away from the Valley. Even if I didn't manage to
hook up with Jay's biker group, Marla would be cheered up, anyway. I
took the coast highway up to Santa Monica, turned onto Wilshire
Boulevard, and rode to Hollywood.
Hollywood Boulevard was crowded as usual. Along with the locals, the
typical weekend, 'Looky-Loo's' (mostly visitors from back east), were
out in droves, so traffic was inching along. We were sitting at a red
light in front of one of the famous eateries that line the boulevard,
when I realized that it was the one that Jay had talked about. And
before the light had a chance to change lanes, a loud whistle caught
my attention. I looked over and saw that the whistler was Jay. He
looked a little different in his leathers, instead of the suit and tie
he usually wore, and he waved at us to join him.
I glanced at Marla. She nodded, so I pulled the Magna in, and parked
it next to where he was standing. I had never been there before, but I
had heard about the place. There was an automobile sticking right out
of the side of the building, and there was a line of people waiting to
get in. Most of them, pretty girls.
Jay is in his mid-twenties. I met him when he brought one of his dad's
planes in for service. His dad has a big warehouse about twenty
minutes from the airport, and my boss asked me to take Jay there and
drop him off. On the way, we got into a conversation about
motorcycles, and he said he had a custom Harley-Davidson. The bike he
was standing next to must have been it, because it was beautiful.
I was checking out the chrome on the engine and pipes when I realized
that ALL the bikes around his were expensive machines. I thought,
'There's enough chrome here to mirror-plate Hollywood Boulevard!'
I introduced Marla to Jay, and he asked us to join him inside. We
followed him to a large table, where a group of people were sitting.
They were all wearing Harley gear -- jackets, headbands, and such --
but this wasn't your typical biker gang. These people were RUBS --
Rich, Urban Bikers -- who owned custom bikes. Judging from what I'd
seen in the parking lot, their Harleys cost forty thousand dollars and
up, and the girls were wearing enough jewelry to finance a small
country.
Jay was pulling up a couple of chairs, and said to the group. "This is
Pete, a guy I know from the airport, and his friend Marla." We took
off our jackets and hung them on the chair backs. And I looked at
Marla. The cable-knit sweater I had loaned her was too big for her,
but she looked really cute in it. Especially when she bent to tie an
errant shoelace. I hadn't noticed before what a great butt she has.
One of the women asked her what she did, and I saw her start to tell
her that she worked in a clothing store. I interrupted her and loudly
said, "C'mon, Marla, tell them who you really are." I added, "This is
Marla Rand. She's a 'WE' girl -- one of the top Wretched Excess
models."
I suspected that none of them knew, yet, what a 'WE girl' was, but I
was pretty sure that most, if not all, of this bunch of wealthy women
knew about Wretched Excess. I wasn't disappointed. I'd hardly finished
speaking before they crowded around her and started asking questions
about the place and its clients.
Marla was cool. She answered most of the questions about clients with,
"We're not allowed to discuss that." And when they asked if she could
get them appointments, she said, "That's handled by the office, but
give me your cards, and I'll see what I can do."
There was an immediate scramble to give her business cards and
handwritten notes. I decided to ask later what she was up to. While
this swarm of activity was going on, Jay pulled me aside and said, "I
thought you told me that your girlfriend was still in high school?"
I answered, "Marla isn't my girlfriend; she's just a friend. Why? Are
you interested?"
"Damn right I am. She's a BABE! Would you mind if I asked her out?"
I thought for a moment about Jay and remembered that I really didn't
know him very well, so I said, "Tell you what, give me your card. I'll
ask her later, and see what she says."
We sat around for a while, then some of the guys started getting ready
to leave. Several of the girls still wanted to talk with Marla, and it
was funny to watch Jay trying to get a few words in. Part of the group
lived in the Valley, so we decided to ride in with them, and as people
were mounting up, I handed Jay's card to Marla. 
She looked at it, and I said, "Jay is interested in you. Shall I give
him your number?"
Before she could answer, the Harleys all started to fire up and there
was so much noise you couldn't hear a thing.
The trip back to the Valley, riding with a dozen other bikes, was fun.
If a stoplight turned red when the group was halfway through, the guys
just kept on rolling. I found out later that two of the riders were
police officers, and another was a judge. When we got to the Valley,
people started dropping off, and by the time we pulled up to Marla's
house, we were alone.
When I lifted her off my bike, she said something about me being a big
strong biker dude. I grinned and retorted, "Maybe you just don't weigh
very much."
She got a big smile on her face, then said, "Come on in for a few
minutes," so I followed her into the house past the surprised looks of
Erin, Kelly, and her parents, who were all sitting at a table playing
a board game. I noticed a bunch of wrapping paper lying around, and I
wondered what was going on. But, before I could ask, Marie grabbed my
hand. We went into her bedroom and she closed the door.
I was reminded of the first time I saw this room. Erin, Kelly and I
had been watching Marie through the window. She'd been naked, lying on
the bed, masturbating. I could feel myself getting hard, so I tried to
concentrate on something else. The room smelled faintly of green
apples. I guessed it was some kind of perfume or sachet.
She sat on the bed, and patted a place next to her, so I sat down next
to her. She said. "It's been a lot of fun. Thank you."
"I was glad to do it. I had fun, too. You did a great job pretending
to be a WE girl, but why did you get all those business cards and
notes from the girls?"
"Because, I figured that if I go for a job interview on Monday, I
might boost my chances by taking along a list of potential clients."
"Wow! Great idea!"
"Thanks. Do you really you think I have a chance?"
"Absolutely. Remember, Tammy has already met you; so she knows how
pretty you are. She seemed excited when she found out that you might
be available." Marla seemed to gain confidence upon hearing that.
"What about you? Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Of course I do. I think you're a knockout."
She stared at the floor for several seconds before she said, "I used
to think I was pretty, but... Oh, never mind. You said that you could
take care of the guys at school. How are you gonna do that?"
"They're going to do it for me. They're going to give me a bunch of
shit for loading you on my bike and whisking you away. And I'm going
to tell them, loudly and publicly, that you are Marla, Marie's sister.
Marie isn't even in town. She's away at college. The only reason you
got on the bike with me, is because our younger sisters are friends,
and you guys were behaving like Dorks."
She looked a lot happier now, and started nodding her head.
"By the end of the day, it'll be all over school that they went after
the wrong girl, and everybody will be making fun of them." Marla
grinned at that thought.
Then I pointed out, "And that doesn't include what'll happen to them
after their girlfriends find out what they tried to do."
She giggled when I added the last part. "Darn! That might work!"
"Of course it will. Now, what about giving Jay your phone number?"
She raised an eyebrow and said, "You mean that our romance is over
already?"
I said, "Sure, I'm exactly what you need, a dumb high school kid. This
guy Jay is good-looking, he's loaded, and he treats people with
respect. He's the kind of guy you deserve to be with."
Her eyes narrowed, and she put her hands on my shoulders. "I
understand you've just been through an unhappy time with a girlfriend.
Are you feeling a little shaky right now?"
I considered acting macho and making a smart-ass remark -- for all of
maybe half a second. Then I sighed and admitted, "Actually, I am. What
she did, sort of came out of nowhere, and I'm a little confused about
things right now." 
"That's what I heard. Well, I know what you're going through. I've
been upset for a long time. But, thanks to you, my life may be turning
around. If Jay calls you, tell him that I'm busy right now, but I'll
call him if things lighten up, okay?"
She stood up, and I did, too. She said, "Before you go, would you kiss
me once more like you did at the restaurant?"
How could I turn down a request like that from such a lovely girl?
I took her in my arms and we kissed. She immediately proved again that
she's a wonderful kisser. It was as nice as last time, and I began to
pull her luscious body tightly against mine. I remembered again the
time I saw her naked, and I got hard almost immediately. My cock was
trapped between us, and she obviously felt it, because she started
grinding herself against me.
It felt really good, so I concentrated on the kiss, and before long, I
could feel the heat building in both our bodies. I think if we had
continued, we would have ended up in bed. 
But almost at the same time, we pulled away from each other. Her
family and my sister were in the next room. This was not the right
time or place, and I realized that I'd better leave. Somehow, I
remembered to grab Erin's jacket. Marla smiled as she walked me to the
door. Then an odd expression came over her face as she watched me get
on my bike.
When I got home, the porch light was on. As I was putting the bike
away, I noticed Amy's room was dark. She obviously wasn't home yet. I
was wondering if she was having a good time.
I took my time getting ready for bed. I stripped off my clothes and
went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I was brushing, I looked
at myself in the bathroom mirror. I was surprised at how buff my
reflection was. I decided that all the time and sweat I was spending
on the exercise machine was paying off.
I actually felt good when I slid into bed. For the first time in
several days, the fact that Karen was gone, wasn't foremost in my
mind. I was calmer than I'd been since I read that damned letter. I
still missed Karen, of course, but the smell and feel of Marla was
still with me as I drifted off to sleep.

I never heard her when she came into the room, or when she took off
her clothes. It was when she slid in next to me that I first realized
she was there. I was sleeping on my side facing the wall when she slid
in behind me, and when I felt her naked body, it took me a few seconds
to clear my head. My first thought was, 'It's Karen! She came back!'
And I turned around and reached for her. I was surprised to see that
the room was almost pitch black, because I didn't remember closing the
blinds. But that wasn't important. Karen was back! There was enough
light to see that she was here, and her presence was all that really
mattered. Karen was back! That thought cheered my heart as I pulled
her to me. 
She trembled as our lips met, and I think I did, as well. The kiss was
amazing. I couldn't remember her ever acting so passionate. We were
writhing around, and I was crushing her to me, and when, at one point
she straddled my leg. I felt moisture, so I reached down and touched
her between the legs. She was sopping wet -- wetter than she ever was
before, and my cock hardened to the consistency of steel.
I started to gently roll her on her back, but she anticipated me; she
threw the covers off us and pulled me on top of her. I placed the head
of my cock against her opening and she whispered "Oh God," and put her
hands on my hips to hold me off. Then, slowly, she relaxed her arms
and let me enter her. She was tighter than I ever remember, and she
began whimpering, so I stopped about halfway in.
Something was wrong. I asked, "Are you okay?"
Her voice was shaking when she answered, "Uh huh," and began to pull
me deeper.
I hit bottom before I expected, and when I did, she cried out a
little, but she held tightly to me, and wouldn't let me move.
A familiar odor wafted by me. I couldn't place it for a minute. Then,
I suddenly recognized it. The scent was green apples! Then the
differences I noticed made sense. 
It wasn't Karen lying beneath me; it was MARLA!!

I froze. A bunch of thoughts and feelings tumbled through me. The
first one was disappointment. I desperately wanted Karen to be here
with me. But, she wasn't. And she wasn't going to be. Maybe not ever.
Then I thought of the first time I saw Marla's beautiful naked body,
and the look on her face as she moved the vibrator in and around her
pussy. And suddenly I was angry. I was angry at Karen for leaving. So
I put her out of my mind, and concentrated on Marla. The girl whose
body I was deeply inside. This wasn't Karen; it was Marla! And I was
glad it was. 
She began to move under me, and make little grunting noises. I started
to move in and out just as a thought hit me. I wasn't wearing
protection! I quickly pulled out as she asked, "What...?"
I answered, "Hold on; don't move." I reached into my nightstand and
pulled out some condoms. I tore one open and within seconds I was back
against her. But, I moved slowly and gently now; I wasn't going to
rush this. I remembered that Marla had mentioned the "unhappy time" I
was suffering through. She was helping me to get over Karen, and I
wanted to show her that I was grateful. I gradually entered her
slippery warmth, and settled into her a little at a time. I couldn't
believe how tight she was. This was a girl who had been having sex for
quite a while, yet she somehow reminded me of Desi, the first time we
were together. 
We settled into a slow rhythm, and after a while, she began to loosen
a little. I began taking longer strokes, but still moving slowly and
gently. She responded by grabbing me by the back and moaning every
time I plunged into her. The first time she came, she gasped and I
felt her whole body tense. I continued for a few strokes, and she
shuddered and made a strange noise. It was almost like a hiccup. I
stopped moving while she settled down, and I tried to kiss her. But
she turned her head and my lips brushed her cheek. It was wet, and it
tasted like tears.
That worried me, so I stopped moving and asked her, "Are you okay?"
She answered, "Uh huh," and began moving again. This time, she wasn't
hesitating. She was meeting every move of mine with one of her own,
and trying to pull me deeper and deeper inside of her. The next time
she came, the climax must have been a little one. She had been
twisting her head back and forth. She moaned "Ahhhhh," shuddered and
stopped moving.
But she started again almost immediately, and this time, she began
slamming herself into me with more force than before. I had been
holding off as best I could, but this was too much, and before long I
could feel myself get ready. I started making noises of my own, and as
soon as she heard me, she dug her fingers into my back and when we
came, we came together. I collapsed on top of her, and lay there
thinking about what I had done. Somehow, I felt like I should feel
guilty. I felt like I had betrayed Karen. Then I remembered. Karen was
gone.
Marla wasn't taking her place. This was a different girl. This was
Marla, and it was great making love to her. I turned on my back and
pulled her to me. She put her head on my chest and put her leg over
me. She fit me perfectly. It was wonderful holding her, and I started
to doze.
But she wasn't finished; she reached down and took my half-hard penis
in her hand. She slipped off the condom, and began smearing my spunk
around the head and down the shaft.
In what little light was coming through the blinds, it was difficult
to see what she was doing, but it looked like she was either smelling
or tasting her fingers. That thought excited me so much, I had to gasp
for breath. In almost no time, I was hard again, and I reached for
another condom. I tore the package open and I was about to slip it on,
when she took it from me.
She seemed to fumble with it for a few seconds, as though she was
trying to figure out how it worked. Soon enough, though, she slipped
it onto my renewed erection. I started to get back on top of her, but
she put her hands on my chest to stop me. I guessed that she wanted to
get on top, and that just what she did. Her hands were trembling as
she took my cock and put it against her pussy. If anything, she was
wetter than before, and as she lowered herself, the head slipped in
without a problem. But as soon as it was past her outer lips, her
tunnel felt even tighter than the first time. She stopped for a
second, before she moaned and shuddered again. Then, as she began to
relax, she lowered herself until I was bumping against her cervix.
She stopped for a second and whispered, "Oh God!" Then she started to
move slowly up and down.
The sensation was wonderful. She was plenty wet, but so tight that she
felt like a velvet sheath around my cock. Her movements got a little
faster, and if anything, she got a little tighter as she came again.
It wasn't a huge ograsm, but she dropped until she was supporting
herself on her hands, and I reached up to fondle her tits. They were
nice size, but smaller than I expected. Her nipples were almost as
hard as pebbles, but they must have been very sensitive. When I gave
them a little squeeze, she let out a little "Oh," that was made up of
surprise and pleasure. Right away, she dropped on top of me and kissed
me so passionately, it made my head spin. Then she sat up and started
moving again. She was moving faster now, and it was feeling even more
wonderful than before. I lost sense of time, but when I could feel
myself getting ready again, I began to meet her thrusts. As soon as
she realized what was happening, she began moving even faster, and we
finished together in a series of lurches and grunts.
Once again, she dropped on top of me, but this time, she didn't do
much more than giggle happily and maybe twitch once in a while. Still
inside her, I pulled a sheet over us and wrapped my arms around her.
The weight of her body on mine was somehow comforting. I know that I'm
not in love with Marla, but making love with her certainly lessened
the pain of Karen's leaving.
I was lying there feeling wonderful when suddenly she got off me and
stood up. She seemed to be looking for something, so I reached to the
nightstand, and switched on the light.

It took me a second to realize what I was seeing, and another few
seconds, before I was able to croak, "Kelly?"

She looked back at me, then she said, "Uh huh," grinned, and started
putting on her clothes.
"But, I thought you were --"
"I know. You thought I was Marie. We figured you would."
"We! Who's we?"
"Marie, Erin, and me. Or should I say, Marla."
"She told you about tonight?"
"Uh huh. It was really neat of you to come up with that idea. I
haven't seen her this happy in a long time."
"So you knew about the problem she was having?"
She sat down on the bed next to me. "Sure, it was all over school for
a while. But I didn't tell her I knew about it until tonight. I was
afraid it would make her feel bad. By the way, she likes you a lot."
She was dressed now, and I looked at the pretty, fresh-faced girl
sitting next to me. I hadn't paid her much attention lately, and she
had matured a lot while I was looking elsewhere. But, I was bothered
about what had just happened, and I said,  "Kelly, what about
tonight?"
She touched my cheek, and an odd, almost sad look came over her. She
said, "Pete, I can't talk about it right now. Too many things are
going through my head, and I have to get home."
I said, "I'll walk you." And I jumped out of bed and began putting on
my clothes. She started to protest, but I held up my hand for quiet.
Once I was dressed, I put my arm around her and we started for her
house.
We walked in silence for a few minutes. Then she said, "Tonight was
wonderful. It was everything I thought it would be, and more. I've had
a crush on you since the first day I met you, and I fantasized about
tonight a million times. I'm sorry I had to trick you, but I know you
wouldn't have touched me otherwise. You think I'm just a kid, and, of
course, I am, compared to you. But today was extra special to me. It's
my birthday. I turned fifteen today, and I have a memory that'll be
with me forever. But I also know some other things. You'll always have
a special place in my heart. But you'll be leaving soon. You'll either
be off in school somewhere, or God knows what, and its time I quit
fantasizing. Tonight taught me a lot. And I don't just mean just about
sex. I saw the way you responded to me, and it gave me confidence;
confidence about meeting people and trying new things. I used to be
jealous of Marie. She always seemed to know what she wanted, and how
about going to get it. But after what happened with 'that bastard Rich
and his sleazy friends,' she seemed to shut down. I didn't realize it
for a long time, but that affected me as much as it did her. She was
sort of my hero, and when she lost her confidence, so did I. But,
thanks to you, my confidence may be coming back. And I don't mean just
about sex; I mean about everything! I think it would have happened
eventually, but you made it happen now, and I want to thank you. But
there is something else. If my folks found out what we did tonight, I
don't know what they would do, but I'm sure it wouldn't be pleasant.
And your folks probably wouldn't be happy, either. I think we should
keep this to ourselves. Both Marie and Erin are waiting up for me.
They know why I went to your room, and they are going to want all the
details. I'm going to tell them that nothing happened. That way, they
won't have to keep a secret, or if someone asked them, they won't have
to lie. I think it would be better for everyone, don't you?"
I stopped her and said, "I'll tell you what I think. I think you are
amazing. How did you get so pretty and so smart, at such a young age?"
She smiled, and we started walking again. When we got to her house, we
stopped and she said, "Pete, this time it's me standing here. Would
you please kiss me again?"
I was glad to oblige. Maybe kissing talent runs in the family, or
maybe Kelly learned from her older sister, but it was a wonderful
kiss, and one I'll remember for a long time.
I was walking home thinking about her, and wondering if what I did
tonight was right. Kelly had always just been, Erin's little friend.
But that girl I had made love to tonight was no 'little friend', she
was a great sex partner, and I began to think about Erin, and wonder
if she had been with a guy yet.
I was a few houses away from our place when a car passed me and pulled
into the driveway. Amy got out, waved goodbye and waited for me to
come up. Once I went inside the front house, I asked, "What's the
matter? Why didn't he walk you to the door?"
"We saw you when we drove up. I told him it was okay to leave."
"Did you have a good time?"
"Yes I did. Owen is a lot of fun. And so was Bill! I didn't realize he
had such a good sense of humor. We stopped at an all-night coffee shop
after the movie, and Bill kept everybody laughing for hours."
"How are he and Tess getting along?"
She giggled, "Bill's a goner. He follows her around like a puppy. She
told me that he asked her to go steady."
"What did she say?"
"She likes him a lot, but she doesn't want to be tied down just yet. A
lot of guys have been showing interest in her since her make-over, and
she's really enjoying the attention. As soon as the newness wears off
for her, though, I think she'll say yes. But what's going on with you?
Why are you walking down the street at almost two in the morning?"
	I figured that Erin would tell her about tonight, so I told
her what went on with Marie. I also told her about Kelly coming over.
But I left out the part about us having sex. I told her we had just
talked.
She raised her eyebrow and said, "She's a sweet girl, she's growing
up, and she's getting to be very pretty. She still has a crush on you,
so be careful. Remember, she's only... Wait a minute, this was her
birthday! She turned fifteen."
She seemed to be thinking. Then she said, "Why did she come over here?
You didn't, uhh. No, I don't want to know. I'll see you in the
morning."
She went into her room and I went out to mine.

Saturday

It was around nine Saturday morning when Mom called. After I assured
her that everything was okay, she said that they were going to stay an
extra day in Big Sur, and asked me to tell everyone. I went back to
sleep, and it almost eleven when the phone rang again. When I answered
sleepily, Tammy apologized for waking me. Then she asked when I was
coming over. When I told her, "Right after lunch," she said that if I
came over now, she would fix something. My stomach liked that idea a
lot, so I quickly agreed. As soon as we hung up, I headed for the
shower and jumped in. When I was clean and dressed, I happened to
check my answering machine. There was a message from Kaz saying that
Teesh had been called to the hospital for some sort of emergency
meeting, and that they'd see another time. I was a little
disappointed, but Tammy was uppermost in my mind right then, so I
didn't worry about it. I checked the mirror to make sure I looked
presentable, then headed out.
On the way to my car, I saw Amy.
I told her about Mom's call. She smiled and said, "It sounds like
they're having a good time." Then she informed me that she was going
to visit her brother and her biological mom. I hated when she did
that, because she always came back in a sad mood. Several times, I'd
wished that I could heal Amy's family, but none of those wishes came
true. So, I made sure to hug her, and I told her I'd see her for
dinner.
When I got to Tammy's place, she had a big grin on her face. She had a
nice lunch laid out and she waited patiently while I stuffed myself. I
hurried, because I could see how excited she was, and the second I got
finished, she started telling me about Tony, and how he had changed.
"Oh Pete, he's been wonderful; he calls me every day, and he tells me
he loves me every time. Yesterday, he sent me three dozen roses, and
then he called me and pleaded with me to marry him! Can you imagine,
Pete? He actually pleaded with me!"
"So, what did you say?"
"I told him I'd let him know, and he acted peeved. He said he needed
an answer. Pete, I don't know what to do. I can't believe a person
like him could want to marry someone like me."
The first time I saw Tammy, she was a very different person than  the
girl sitting across from me today. The skinny, bedraggled,
lost-looking girl was gone, and here sat a very pretty, well dressed,
confident looking woman. We were sitting in her kitchen. I glanced
through her open bedroom door, and noticed that there were mirrored,
sliding closet doors, so I stood up and said, "Follow me."
Without hesitation, she followed me into the bedroom, where I stopped
in front of the mirrors and reached for her hand. She put her hand in
mine and we stood there looking at our reflected selves. I pointed to
her image and said, "What do you see?"
"I see a very handsome couple."
"I don't mean us; I mean you. Do you see that beautiful, sexy, clever,
lovable girl? How can you wonder why any guy in his right mind
WOULDN'T want to marry her?"
She turned to face me, put her arms around my waist, and pulled me to
her. She held me tightly for a second. Then she looked up at me. "Is
that the only reason you brought me into the bedroom?"
For a second, I was a little flustered. I pulled away from her and
said, "Tammy, I didn't mean..."
She interrupted with, "I know, Dear, but what about you? Would YOU
want to marry me?"
It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what was happening. The
marriage proposal from Tony was real. He had asked her before, and it
sounded like he was getting tired of waiting. This time, it sounded
like an ultimatum, at least a little, and she was scared.
She needed reassurance, so I pulled her head to my chest and held her
for a moment. Then I said, "I would marry you in a minute if I could
be a good husband to you, or anything else you wanted me to be. But
you know that's not what you need. You need a man, a real man, not
just a high school boy who's big for his age. You need a grownup who's
finished making the stupid mistakes that you know I'll make. You and I
have something special. We'll be friends forever. But we can't be
married. I'm too young for you, and you're too smart for me."
I bent to kiss her on top of the head, but she turned her face to me
and kissed me on the lips. It was a hungry, needful kiss, and suddenly
her tongue was halfway down my throat. I lost myself for a minute, and
the next thing I knew, we were on the bed. I tore open her blouse,
undid her bra, and buried my face between her breasts. She whimpered,
and was fumbling for my zipper, when the phone rang.
It was like a bomb went off. She jumped off the bed, and so did I. We
both stood there shaking, and listening to it ring. When it finally
quit, she quickly pulled herself together. When she finished, she came
to me and put her arms around me and said, "Pete, we almost did
something we shouldn't have. Not if I'm going to marry someone else."
"So you're going to marry him?"
"Yes I am. If I don't say yes now, I may lose him."
"Good. What made you decide to do it?"
"You did. A few minutes ago, you said things that I already knew, but
you said them out loud. I know that you and I can't be married. At
least, not now. You have too much living to do, before you settle
down. 
I like Tony a lot. I guess I love him. But I love you, too. My life,
my real life, didn't start until the day that you dragged me out of
that alley and brought me to Kate's house. Your family, Kate and Ben
have shown me love, and the kind of life I never thought was possible.
That time in Cantil was like a dream. My days were filled with the
love of a family I never had, and my nights were filled with you. I
never felt so loved or so safe."
	"I really missed you when you left."
"I missed you too. Much more than you know. But I had to leave for
several reasons. I wanted to get away from there before my past caught
up with me, and I wanted to see if I could make it in the real world.
But, mostly, I had to leave before I did something bad to you."
"To me! How could you do something bad to me?"
"Up until that time, I screwed up everything I touched. I didn't want
to do it to you."
'Well, you've certainly turned your life around. Look at you now.
You're beautiful, poised, and from what I hear, you're rich."
"I wish I could take credit for it. Your family gave me the will to
change my life, and Ben, with Kate's help, gave me the opportunity to
gain confidence and to learn. The rich part came from Tony. He said it
wasn't a gift; it was an investment. I don't know if that's true, but
I'm not going to let him down."
"Is that the reason you're going to marry him?"
"No, Tony is very special. As a matter of fact, I probably would have
said yes to him before now, if he HADN'T made me a partner in WE. I
don't want him to think that's the only reason I want to marry him."
"He seems like a great guy. Why haven't you said yes before now?"
She motioned for me to follow her, and we went into the living room
and sat on the couch. She took quite a while to think, I guess. Then
she took my hands in hers and said, "A big part of the reason is you.
Since you came into my life, you've been my Prince Charming. I know
that I've put you on a pedestal, but I like it that way. I've never
had a fantasy before, and I like it. But it's time I got on with my
life. I have a career. Now I want a husband and maybe a family."
"So, I am going to lose you?"
"No, never. Those things I told you, about my being anything you want
me to be are true. I know that it might not be fair to Tony, but I
don't care. It's true now, and it always will be. If you ever need me
for anything, I'll be there."
"That's very flattering, but you better not mention it to Tony."
"I already have. He knows what you mean to me. He said he was willing
to live with it."
Just then, the phone rang again. We both looked at it, and Tammy said,
"I'd better take that; it's probably Tony." She answered, then she
nodded to me. They talked for a minute; then she said, "Yes, I have.
Come on over; we'll talk about it."
She hung up and sighed. Then she stood up and reached for me. We
hugged, I kissed her, and she said, "You'd better go; he's on the way
over."
I left with mixed feelings. I was happy for her, but I knew that I
would miss being her 'Prince Charming.' From now on, Tony would hold
that title. That fact weighed me down inside. Sometimes, being young
sucks.
I had some shopping to do, so it was almost six when I got home. Erin
met me as I came in and she seemed upset.
She said, "Amy called. Her brother's in Saint Mary's hospital."
I ran into my room and called her on her cell phone. When she
answered, it sounded like she'd been crying. I asked, "What's
happening?"
"It's Alec. He's on a ventilator, and he's not expected to last the
night."
"I'll be right there."
"You don't need to come. There's nothing you can do."
I didn't waste any time trying to argue with her. Maybe I couldn't
heal Alec's body, but I was damn well going to try to comfort Any's
heart. I hung up the phone, and when I looked up, Erin was standing in
the doorway with her jacket already in her hand. We got in the car and
headed for the hospital.
Shortly after he was born, Alec, Amy's biological brother, contracted
scarlet fever, and before they realized it, it affected his brain. He
has the body of a teenager, but the mind of a newborn. He wears a
diaper, and when he was living with Amy and her mother, he spent his
days on the living room floor, in a baby's play pen. When Amy had him
moved to a nursing home, he probably received better care, but she
said that lately, his body had been giving out.
After we got to the hospital, we were told that he was in the
intensive care unit on the fourth floor, and when we got there, Amy
was sitting in the hallway with her head in her hands.
She grabbed both of us and choked out, "They -- they're in there w-with
him n-now. The doctor says -- the doctor says it doesn't look good."
Tears started streaming down Amy's face.
I couldn't think of any words that would help right now, so I just
gently cradled her in my arms as she cried. Erin held her hands at the
same time. Between us, we did seem to help her calm down.
After a while, Amy and Erin went to the restroom to powder their noses
or whatever. When they got back, we started talking. Amy thanked us
for coming down to the hospital. Erin told her, "Hey, you're family.
That's what brothers and sisters do."
Amy nodded. "Yes, but there's nothing you can do." 
Erin held up her hand. "Sis, you're here for Alec, and we are here for
you."
I felt Amy quiver in my arms when Erin called her "Sis."
Amy looked at Erin, then me, then at the floor. She whispered, "You're
right. I'm here -- because he's my brother. Mom, my biological mom, I
mean, kept saying for years that Alec would someday be cured by a
medical breakthrough, and we just had to keep our spirits up until it
came to pass. I knew in my head that it wasn't going to happen, but I
always kept a tiny little spark of hope in my heart that she was
right.
"Somehow, I now know that Alec isn't going to be cured by a medical
breakthrough. His body has been pretty much worn down. If there's a
Heaven, that's were he's going -- and he's going soon. And because he's
my brother, I have to be here when he leaves this world."
I couldn't get my voice to work, and I think Erin had the same
problem. So we both just nodded.
Amy got to visit Alec several times during the evening, but the
doctors would ask her to leave the bedside as soon as an alarm would
go off. It was almost midnight when a doctor came out and said that
they had done all they could, but he had passed away. Amy went in for
one last goodbye, while I went to the nurse's station and gave them
our personal information. I said that Dad would call them tomorrow
about what to do with Alec's remains.
I asked Amy if she'd like to ride home with me, and that we could pick
up her car tomorrow. She refused, saying that she was okay. I insisted
that Erin ride home with her and we all met back at the house. We were
all pretty quiet when we got there. I had only seen Alec a couple of
times and Erin had never met him. So there wasn't really much we could
say right now. Amy again thanked us for coming and went to her room.
Erin and I sat in the living room for a while; then she got up and
went into Amy's room.
I sat for a while, thinking about what had happened recently. Karen's
leaving had blown me away, and it still pained me to think about it.
Kristen no longer being a part of my life was also upsetting, and I
began to think of the time we had spent together. After a while, I
began comparing her to Karen. They couldn't be farther apart. Kristen
was the kind of girl that could literally stop traffic. She was so
beautiful, most guys were afraid to ask her out. Karen was different.
She was attractive too, but in a different, much less spectacular way.
She was approachable! She's the kind of girl that everyone can talk
to. The kind you want to take home to meet the family.
I missed them both.
I was getting sleepy, so started to my room. On the way, I looked
through Amy's door. She was in bed with covers pulled up to her chin,
and Erin was lying on top of the covers with her arm around her. They
both were asleep, so I got a blanket from Erin's room and put it over
her. Then I stood there looking at two of the most important girls in
my life. I was really glad they were as close as they are. Amy has
been with us for less than a year, but it feels like she has been with
us forever. I've begun to realize that she is almost as much a part of
my life as Erin is. 

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