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CHAPTER 74

Pacific Studios is a massive place. It sits right in the middle of Los
Angeles, and the grounds must be at least a quarter mile square. We
passed building after building until we pulled up before a huge gate,
where an armed man stepped out of a kiosk and carefully checked the
temporary passes Mrs. Devon had given us. Once he verified who we
were, he gave us a map, circled where we supposed to go, and directed
us to a parking lot inside the grounds. I pulled my car next to Mom's,
and when Erin and I got out, Mom motioned us to her car, handed each
of us a box containing new cell phones, and said, "Here, you're going
to need these."
Mom watched us excitedly open the boxes, then she added, "We need to
keep in touch." 
Erin asked, "Gee Mom, aren't cell phone calls expensive?"
"They can be, so use them wisely. Just remember, you're working now
and the bill comes out of your salary."
Erin and I looked at each other, and I think it hit us both at the
same time. I don't think either of us had thought about actually
getting paid to do this.
After we parked our cars, we started toward the building the guard had
marked, and while we were walking we looked around. The place was
beyond description. We were walking along a normal appearing city
street. On one side was a row of modern-looking office buildings with
manicured lawns and flower trimmed sidewalks. On the other side there
was a dirt lot. In the middle of the lot there was an Army tank
sitting next to a Jeep that was turned on its side, and behind them
sat a dusty looking Quonset hut. It looked just like a scene from a
war movie, except that sticking up behind the hut were the masts of
what looked like a sailing ship. Everywhere we looked there were
people riding bicycles and zooming along in electric golf carts, and
many of the occupants were dressed in strange looking outfits. 
The place that was circled on the map turned out to be one of the
office buildings, and when we identified ourselves to the
receptionist, she directed us to a room where a woman had Mom sign
some papers. Then Mom looked around at things, shook her head, and
said, "Can you believe this?" When we nodded in agreement, she gave us
each a kiss and said she'd see us later.
The woman gave Erin and me some brochures, and said that there would
be someone in to talk to us shortly. We sat there reading the
brochures until a guy came in and introduced himself as 'John', then
he spent a few minutes telling us how to behave around the studio, and
what we should and shouldn't do. Then he took us to a small class
room, and introduced us to a heavy-set, older woman that looked sort
of familiar. He told us that her name was Mae Gibson, she waited a
second, as though she was waiting for us to say something. When we
didn't, she 
went on to explain that she was our tutor, and that she expected us to
check with her every morning at eight o'clock, unless we were on
location, or on a set. Erin and I both nodded, and she dismissed us
with a wave of her hand. As we were leaving, I noticed that John was
rolling his eyes. When I asked why, he explained that Mrs. Gibson was
an ex child star, who still did bit parts once in a while, and she
always expected people to remember her. John then took us to an
office, where they issued me a parking card to hang on the mirror of
my car. Then he gave each of us a plastic ID card and told us we would
have to show the card every time we came to the studio
From there, John took us to a large lunchroom. It was about half full
of people, and like the people we saw outside, many were dressed in
odd outfits. Some were in evening wear, some looked like aliens from
outer space, and one table was full of people in bandages, covered
with what looked like blood. 
There was a tug on my arm, and Erin pointed and said, "Pete, look!" 
Sitting not ten feet from us were two stars of a police drama that dad
loved to watch, and at a table a few feet away was a famous news
anchorman. 
John pointed to the cashier, and told us we that we could pay for
lunchroom food with our ID cards, and it would be charged to Mrs.
Devon's account. Then he said, "Okay kids, that's all for today. Be on
time tomorrow, and listen to Mrs. Gibson. She a bit of a pain, but
she's a heck of a tutor. You'll learn more from her in one day then
you will in a week at regular school.  
He left, and Erin and I drove home with our heads swimming. She was
excited, and she chattered all the way. I tried to act cool, but I was
every bit as affected as she was. It was finally sinking in. This was
really happening, and it was just the beginning. 
The house was quiet when we got home. Erin said she was going to make
a phone call, so I went to my room and called Marla. I got her machine
so I left a message, then I stripped to my shorts and hit the exercise
machine. It had been a while since I worked out, and I had a pretty
good sweat going, when I heard a tap at my door. Thinking it was Erin,
I said, "It's open." 
The machine faced away from the door, so I didn't see it open; all I
heard was a gasp. I turned to see who it was, and Cindy was standing
there with a large envelope in her hand. Her eyes were wide, and she
had a shocked look on her face, so I stood up, turned toward her and
asked, "Cindy, what's the matter?"
She answered, "Uhh, nothing. I knocked on the door to the front house,
and no one answered. I uhh, just wanted to drop off your lesson
plans."
She was talking to me, but she wasn't looking at my face. I was naked
except for my boxer shorts and her eyes were at my waist. I looked
down to see why, and saw that when I stepped off the exercise machine,
my shorts had slipped a little sideways, and my fly was slightly open.
I don't think she could see anything, but she was staring hard. 
She actually looked kind-of turned-on, so I decided to tease her a
little. I walked over until I was standing close to her. I'm a lot
taller than she is, and when I did, she craned her head back and
looked up at me. I was going to make a smart remark, but the look in
her eyes was that of a frightened animal, and she started backing up.
When she got next to my little table, she threw the envelope down and
flew out the door. 
I was standing there shaking my head, when the phone rang. Monique
said, "Hi Pete," then she said, "Oops, another call, hang on a minute,
I think its Alice."
She put me on hold, and I sat there thinking about her.
Monique is so beautiful it still bothers me to look at her. I was
always in awe of her, and I often wondered what would have happened if
she and Alice had stayed around. I was pretty sure that Alice and I
would have gotten together, but Monique was always in the back of my
mind. 
Then I thought about Kristen. She and Monique are very different from
each other. In terms of pure beauty, Kristen is almost an equal to
Monique, but in a darker, earthier way. The big difference between
them is, Kristen seems approachable. Monique doesn't. She has a
quality about her that makes you think she isn't real. I remembered
when I made love to her that time in the hotel. It seemed almost
surprising that she was a flesh and blood girl. I wonder what spending
a lot of time with her would be like. Would her beauty wear off in
time? Was there a real person under that beautiful façade?
When Monique came back to the phone she sounded excited, but oddly
detached when she said, "It was Alice. She's still in a meeting at the
agency. She said they want her to test for the lead role, but the guy
says it's just a formality. He said that she's exactly what they're
looking for."
Monique stopped for a minute as though she was thinking. When I asked
if everything was okay, she replied, "We went to New York for my
career. Alice did everything she could think of to make it happen, but
it was her, not me that ended up being a success."
"I thought you were doing well."
"I did okay, but nothing like what happened with her, and she did it
without even trying. And now, look at what's going on."
"Are you angry, or a little jealous?"
"I'm not angry, but I'm a little envious. I know I shouldn't be. Do
you know that they offered her a leading role in that soap she was on,
and she turned it down so she could concentrate on my career?"
"That sounds like her. Alice is a great girl."
She nodded, and she was quiet for a minute. Then she seemed to
brighten up, and she said, "Pete, can you believe it? We're going to
be working together."
"Yeah, it looks like it. Is that okay with you?"
"Okay! Of course it's okay. Why would you even ask that?"
"Well, you've been a big time model for some time now. Will you mind
working with an amateur?"
She chuckled and answered, "Don't worry about that, I'm not 'big
time', besides, there's going to be plenty of people around making
sure that neither of us screws up. And you're a lot smarter than a lot
of the people I've worked with."
I was wondering what she meant by that, when she surprised me by
saying, "Umm, Pete, did you miss me?"
"Yes, I did. I was really disappointed when I went to your house and
the two of you were gone. Why did you leave without telling me?"
"It was Alice's idea. We finally had the money to move, and we knew
that if we stuck around, you would get to be a problem between us."
"Why would I be a problem?"
"Well, I'm sure you know that we both had feelings for you." 
Surprised, I answered, "I knew that Alice liked me, but I didn't know
that uhh, you did too. Whenever I tried to talk to you, you always
pushed me off on Alice."
She sighed, then, "Pete, Alice is more than just my sister, she's my
entire family. She's been more of a mother to me that my real mother
was. There is nothing I wouldn't do for her. I liked you from the
beginning, but she did too, and I didn't want to spoil things for
her."
I was stunned by what she said. Could she still have feelings for me?
I decided to take a shot. I asked, "How about now. You said that Alice
was seeing someone now. What about you?"
"I'm not seeing anybody."
"Why not? In the business you're in, you must have a ton of rich guys
hitting on you all the time."
"That's true, but what if I told you I was saving myself for you?"
"I'd say that you were teasing me."
"Maybe a little. But I haven't forgotten that time in the hotel. It
was wonderful Pete. It was everything I hoped it would be."
"So, why haven't you made some, uhh, new friends?"
It took her a while to answer, and her voice was quiet when she
responded with, "I don't know Pete, I really don't. Occasionally I'll
find someone I'm attracted to, but as soon as they show an interest in
me, I find a way to turn them off. I've been rude to some very nice
men, for no reason at all."
I started to ask more, but she interrupted with, "Enough about me. The
fact that you and your family are all connected with the Stone agency
is amazing, and what's the deal with you and the new TV show?"
"Didn't they tell you about it at the meeting?"
"No, my part of the meeting was pretty short. Tammy had to leave, so
she dropped me off at our hotel. I'm supposed to be back there again
tomorrow morning to meet with her and a guy named Anthony."
"Well, I'm not sure of all the details, but I think you'll be pleased,
and by this time tomorrow you'll know more about what's going on, than
I do." 
She insisted that I tell her about it, but I kept saying I didn't
know, so she began telling me about her adventures in New York. We
were on the phone for nearly an hour. I had never spoken to her at
length before and the more we talked the more I realized that beneath
that fabulous exterior was a shy, insecure girl, and it really
surprised me. She was talking about a funny thing that happened to her
on her first photo shoot, when I heard what sounded like a scream in
the background. Monique quickly said, "Alice is here, and she sounds
excited. I'll talk to you tomorrow," and she hung up. It sounded like
the meeting with the producer had gone well.
I showered, and as I was drying off, Mom called on the intercom to say
dinner was ready, so I went inside to find Mom, Amy, and Erin, sitting
at the kitchen table, surrounded by pizza boxes. They were talking
excitedly about what happened today, and suddenly Mom hugged Amy they
began laughing. I sat down and when I asked what was going on, she
explained, "The producer was very taken with Alice, but he wanted her
to audition for the part. Amy jumped up, grabbed Alice, and started to
apologize for bringing her out here on a wild goose chase. Then she
told her to forget about this part, and go ahead and sign with the
other company."
I asked, "What other company?"
Mom laughed, "There is no other company, it was a bluff! But Amy
pulled it off, and the guy fell for it. They're drawing up a new,
permanent contract tomorrow." 
Amy looked a little embarrassed, but I could tell she was pleased. 
Then Mom went on with, "Tomorrow morning, Anthony and Tammy are going
to sign Monique to be their spokesperson. So along with her, we also
represent Kristen, Tomaso, Breane, you and Erin. We're going to be
very busy."
"Tammy mentioned that Marla is going to work for them as well."
"She is. She's going to be in charge of new openings. But she'll be
working directly for WE."
"Won't Monique also be working directly for WE?"
"No, she's going to be on contract, the same as you are. We also have
some local work for her, so her contract will be structured so she'll
still be able to work on other things as well. We're going to explain
this all to her tomorrow."

There it was again! I was actually 'on contract' with someone. This
was really happening! I was sitting there trying to figure out what
all this meant, when the smell of Pizza took over and saved me from
getting a headache, from thinking about everything that was happening.

The next few days flew by. Erin and I got to the studio every morning
by eight, and the sessions with Mrs. Gibson went much better than
either of us expected. People would stop by and talk with her, but for
the rest of the week we were the only ones in her room. She explained
that Mrs. Devon asked her to spend this time with us because neither
of us had any experience being around a studio, and she wanted us to
get familiar with things. She would look over our lesson plans, then
she would sit with each of us and go over them. Things were easy to
understand by doing it that way, and we were able to do our homework
right there at the room. We actually could have finished by noon, but
Mrs. Gibson insisted that we have lunch before we left. It was okay
with us, because it was fun sitting in the lunchroom, waiting to see
what famous person would come in. 
Every day, Erin and I stopped at Kate's house on the way home. It
seemed like every time we got there Sylvia was holding the baby. When
I mentioned it to Kate, she said jokingly, "If Sylvia was capable of
breast feeding, I wouldn't get to hold the baby at all." 
Erin loved to hold the baby too, and it was interesting watching her.
She didn't play with dolls a lot when she was little, but she handled
the baby like she'd been doing it her whole life.

Monique called me after her meeting with Tammy. She said how excited
she was, and how amazed she was about the plans they had for her. 
I talked with both Marla and Monique every night, but they were both
so busy I wasn't able to hang with them. I also talked with Alice
once, but she left for New York Thursday, to close their apartment and
ship their things out here. Friday morning Monique went to San
Francisco to take care of some things, and when I asked Marla about
the weekend, she said she had promised to have dinner with her folks
Friday night. Also, she and Tammy were going to La Jolla on Saturday
morning to look for an apartment for her. It looked like I had a free
weekend, and when I mentioned it to Mom, she said that Dad was coming
in Friday night, and he mentioned that there were some things that
needed doing around the house. Dad hadn't been home for a while, and I
could tell that she was looking forward to seeing him. It made me feel
good. 
I asked Amy about her weekend, and she said she had to work Saturday
morning, but she and Jake were going out Saturday night. 
I talked with Bill, and he told me that he and Tess were going to a
movie Friday night, and Sunday, they were going to Magic Mountain with
a bunch of kids from school, and he asked if I wanted to join them. I
said that if I got a date I'd give him a call.
When we got home Friday, Dad was sitting in the back yard. He appeared
to be sleeping, so Erin went to her room and I tried to be quiet on
the way to the garage, but as I passed him he opened an eye and said,
"Hi son."
"Hi Dad, I didn't mean to wake you."
	"You didn't, I was just resting. I've been gone a lot lately,
and it's good to be home."
"Are you going to be here for a while?"
"Yes, I'm maxed out on flight time for this month. I'll be home for a
week and a half. Mom is working full time now, and it'll give me some
time to do some things around here. Plus our plane needs its annual,
so I'll keep busy."
Then he grinned and said, "So you and your sister are big movie stars
now. How does it feel?"
Dad and I talked for over an hour. I hadn't realized how much I missed
him. Things always seem right when he's around. He and Mom talk all
the time, so he probably knew more about what was going on than Erin
and I, and he said, "You guys are going to do okay. I'm glad you have
this opportunity."
I started to answer him, but I noticed his looking at something behind
me, so I turned around. Cindy was standing there with our lesson plan.
I hadn't seen her since the first night, she'd been leaning the
envelopes against my door. I felt a little guilty for teasing her that
afternoon, so I said, "Hi Cindy, come here and meet my Dad." 
As she came walking over, I noticed again, that she'd be almost
invisible in a crowd. She's not ugly, but everything about her is
bland. Her hair is mousy brown, and the clothes she was wearing were
colorless and ill-fitting. She was wearing sneakers that had seen
better days, and when she got closer I noticed that one of them had a
piece of tape on the heel. Dad stood up to meet her, and when I
introduced them she glanced up at him for a second, then she stared at
the ground like she was embarrassed. Just then Erin joined us, and
after she hugged Dad, she looked at Cindy and said, "Hi Cindy, thanks
for helping us out."
Cindy answered, "Uhh, that's okay, but she seemed nervous, so I asked,
"Cindy, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm kind of late, I uhh, better get home."
She nodded to us and as she hurried away I saw Dad shaking his head.
He turned to us, "There's something wrong there. How well do you know
her?"
Erin shrugged, and I said, "We just know her from school."
Dad frowned, "That's a very sad girl. No one should be that unhappy. I
hate it when I see that." 
Suddenly Erin said, "Pete, look!"
Cindy had dropped our lesson plan on the table next to where Dad was
sitting, and when Erin had picked it up there was a smaller envelope
lying under it. It was addressed to 'Charles Haynes', and it was
official looking. The address was only a few blocks from our house, so
I took it and said, "I'll take it to her. I'll be right back."
Our house is in a new tract of homes that borders on some older
houses. The address on the envelope was neat looking bungalow on a
tree-lined street in the older neighborhood. I knocked on the door,
but there was no answer, so I waited a while and I knocked again.
There was still no answer, and I was about to put the letter in the
mailbox, when I saw Cindy coming toward the house. She was walking
arm-in-arm with a large man wearing dark glasses, and he seemed to be
holding a cane out front of him. When she saw me, she asked, "Pete, is
that you? What's the matter?"
I answered, "You, uhh, left a letter at the house."
She reached for it, and the man said, "Well, honey, are you going to
introduce me to your friend?"
The man had gray hair, and was as tall as I am, with wide shoulders
and a square jaw. He was obviously blind.
She said, "Grampa, this is my friend Pete Baker. Pete, this is my
Grampa, Charles Haynes."
He stuck out a paw that was at least two sizes bigger than mine, and
he said, "Call me Digger!" He gave my hand a pretty good squeeze, so I
squeezed back, hard! He laughed, then he reached out with his other
hand and touched my arm. Then he moved it to my shoulder. He left it
there for a second then he said, "Well, he's big enough, and he has a
pretty good grip. Is he old enough to have a beer with me?"
She answered, "No Grampa, he goes to school with me."
"Well, have him come in and have a soda then."
Cindy gave me an "I'm sorry," look, but I winked, to tell her it was
okay, and I followed them into the house.
It was neat and clean inside, but a little old-fashioned, and
everything was pretty worn. Mr. Haynes went directly to a big
recliner, and as he sat, he said, "Cindy, get us something to drink.
It'll give me a chance to get acquainted with this young man."
Cindy left, and as soon as she was gone he leaned forward and asked,
"Are you and she dating?"
"Uhh, no sir."
"Why not?"
"Well, we uhh, barely know each other."
"She knows you! She mentioned you the other day. She said you came to
her rescue at school, but she wouldn't tell me what it was about. What
did you do?"
It took me a second to realize that it was that time in the lunchroom,
and I answered, "Oh, it was nothing. Some girls were giving her a bad
time, and I was able to help."
"She gave me the impression that you're some kind of a big deal at
school. Are you?"
"Umm, I don't think so."
"Do you date a lot of girls?"
"Gee, I uhh, guess I do."
"Are you going steady with some girl right now?"
"No sir."
"Are you going to ask Cindy out this weekend?"
Suddenly a voice behind me cried, "GRAMPA!"
I looked around, and Cindy was standing there with a tray of drinks in
her hand. She had a horrified look on her face, and she quickly set
the tray down and started to apologize. She was clearly embarrassed,
and began talking a mile-a-minute. I couldn't stand seeing her in that
much distress, so after a few seconds, I went to her and put my hand
on her arm. She stopped talking long enough for me to say, "But Cindy,
that's one of the reasons I came here. I wanted to drop the letter
off, but I also came to tell you that a bunch of us are going to Magic
Mountain, Sunday, and I wanted to ask if you'd come with me."
She stood there looking at me with her mouth open, then she looked at
the floor, and, so quietly I could barely hear her, she said, "Thank
you Pete, but I can't."
Her grandfather immediately said, "Cindy, why not? You should go,
really you should!"
She replied, "Grampa, stop it! Please!" And she turned and practically
ran out of the room."
After a minute, her grandfather leaned toward me and said, "Sorry
about that. I don't mean to be pushy, but she needs to get out more.
She spends all her time baby sitting me, and it's not fair."
I didn't know what to say, so I stood up and mumbled, "I er, uhh
better go, it's been nice meeting you Mister Haynes."
"I said to call me Digger. Come back when you can spend more time."
When I got back to the house, Erin and Dad were still sitting
together. When I told them what just happened, Dad shook his head,
"You knew she'd say no, didn't you?"
"I don't know, I guess so."
"If she said yes, would you have taken her?"
"Of course."
He smiled, then he turned to Erin. She nodded, and ran into the
house."
I asked Dad, "Where's she going?"
"To get some things. Hang around for a minute, I want you to take her
somewhere."
In a few minutes she came back carrying a Duffel bag and headed for my
car. 
I asked, "What's going on?"
She answered, "I'm getting you a date for Sunday. Give me a lift to
Cindy's house." 
I looked at Dad, and he raised an eyebrow. It was obvious that I was
committed.
On the way there I argued that I wasn't interested in a date with
Cindy. Erin didn't even look at me, she just answered, "Do you want to
go back and tell Dad that?"
"But she told me she didn't want to go!"
"Don't worry, I'll take care of that."
She had me drop her off when we got there, and said she'd call me when
she was ready to come home.
	I went into the house when I got back. Dad wasn't there. But
when I passed the hall table I noticed that he had brought in the
mail. Right on top was a letter with some odd looking stamps, and it
was addressed to me. It was from Karen, so I took it to my room to
read it. She talked about how beautiful it was where she was staying
and that she was in a school that taught mostly English and American
students. She said she was studying French, and went on to say how
different things were there, and how it had taken her a while to get
used to everything. But she said she had met some girls who had been
there for a while, and were showing her around. The letter was pretty
impersonal until the last. She closed with, 
"I told myself that I wouldn't end this with 'I love you'. But I can't
help it. I do, and I miss you every day."  
I sat for a long time, thinking about her. It wasn't until I heard
noises in the back yard, that I was able to put the letter away. When
I went outside, Dad had a bag of groceries sitting next to the
barbecue, and he was scraping the grill. I could hear Mom and Amy in
the kitchen, so I went in to see what was happening. When Amy saw me
she said, "Dad tells me you're taking Cindy to Magic Mountain, Sunday.
Good, she's a nice girl."
I guess I must have grumbled, because Mom said, "Peter, don't you
complain. She been very helpful, and you owe her."

Erin called Mom a few minutes later and said that she was going to
have diner at Cindy's, so it was almost ten when she called and said
to pick her up. When I knocked on Cindy's door, I was greeted by a
booming, "Come on in, Pete!" And when I stepped inside, Mr. Haynes was
sitting in his chair, grinning from ear to ear. 
I said, "Hi Mister Haynes, is Erin ready?"
His grin faded and after a second he said, "Come over here young man."
I walked to his chair, and suddenly his arm lashed out. The next thing
I knew, he had me in a vise-like headlock. He bent close to and
whispered, "I told you to call me Digger!" Then, just as suddenly, he
released me and began laughing uproariously. Blind or not, the guy is
strong as a bull. 
Just then Erin appeared, holding Cindy by the hand. Erin had obviously
been working with her and I recognized some of the clothes she was
wearing. Erin is both taller and better built that Cindy, but the
clothes were things I hadn't seen on Erin in several years. Cindy was
wearing a pair of jeans that Erin had pestered Mom to buy for her.
They had fancy stitching, and were pretty expensive, but Erin had
driven Mom crazy until she got them for her. Erin had grown out of
them pretty quickly, but they fit Cindy pretty well, and brought out
the fact that she actually had kind-of a cute butt. She was wearing a
top that I also remembered. The stitching matched the pants, and once
Mom agreed to buy the pants, Erin pleaded for the top as well. 
But the biggest change was the way she looked. Erin had done something
to both her hair and her face, especially her eyes. Her hair is shiny,
and it's pulled back into a tight ponytail that accentuates her nicely
shaped head. Her skin was clear as a bell, her face practically
glowed, and she was wearing just the right amount of makeup. She
turned out to be an attractive girl with a sweet, innocent look. She's
not the kind of girl that I'm usually attracted to, but she has a soft
look that's kind of appealing. 
Cindy stood there while I looked at her. She was clearly
uncomfortable, and she stared at the floor the whole time. I don't
think I ever saw anyone that looked as vulnerable, and I went to her
and took her hands. She started to say something, but Digger
interrupted us with, "There's been a lot of giggling going on in the
other room. What's been happening?"
It looked like Cindy could use a boost, so I said, "Oh, it's just your
granddaughter. I think she's trying to tease me. She was pretty
before, but she and Erin changed things a little, a now she's even
prettier. I'm sure she's trying to break my heart."
Digger asked, "Has she agreed to go to the amusement park with you?"
I countered, "I don't know!" and I asked her, "Have you?" 
She looked up at me, but before she could answer, Erin broke in with,
"Yes, she's going with you. You're picking her up Sunday morning."

When we got home both Mom and Amy asked what happened, and Erin told
them what went on. Then she told everyone what she had learned about
Cindy. 
"Her parents and her grandmother were killed in an auto accident when
she was ten. Her grandfather, Digger, was her only family member, but
he was a career Army officer, and had to come from Europe for the
funeral. After the funeral, he had to go back, so she was put into a
foster home. The people in the home were nice, but she went into a
deep depression, and barely spoke for nearly two years. Digger visited
her whenever he was in town, and he was the only one she would respond
to. She said that she would cling to him while he was here, and cry
for days after he left. When his tour ended, he took a post here in
California, and petitioned the state to release her to him. He spent a
whole year nursing her back to health and tutoring her until she was
at grade level, then he put her back in public school. Then his
eyesight began to fail, and he retired from the Army with a pension.
When her folks died, their assets, including their home, was put in a
trust that Digger managed. He had rented out the home, and when he got
Cindy, they moved back into it. Four years ago Digger's sight failed
completely, and they've been caring for each other every since.
Mom asked, "Did you ask her why she dresses the way she does?"	Erin
answered, "I mentioned to her that she didn't seem to have a lot of
clothes, and her answer floored me. She said that her mom had tons of
clothes, and they're the same size now, so she just wears them."
Dad asked, "Are they poor?"
Erin answered, "I don't think so. Cindy said that her folks left her
plenty of money, plus there were several insurance policies. One of
them even paid off the house. So I think they're doing okay."
	I asked, "So, why doesn't she get some new clothes? She must
look around and see that the other girls don't dress like she does."
Erin said, "I don't think she knows how. There is no woman around, she
doesn't go out at all, and they don't even have a TV."

At breakfast Saturday morning, the doorbell rang. Dad went to answer
it, and it turned out to be a neighborhood couple. I'd seen them
walking around with a toddler, but never talked to them. They said
that their regular sitter had gotten sick at the last minute, and they
wondered if Erin could baby-sit. Dad called Mom and Erin to the front
room and Erin agreed. When they came back to the kitchen, Mom asked if
I was going out tonight. When I said I wasn't, she said that Dad and
she were going to Kate's house for dinner, and asked if I'd like to
join them. So I said that I would. 
Dad and I worked around the house most of the day. It had been a while
since we had spent much time together, and it was good to be with him
for a change. Saturday afternoon Amy and Erin went shopping, and when
they came back, Amy was trying on things and showing Mom. Then I
remembered that she was going out with Jake tonight. It bothered me a
little, but I was able to shrug it off.
Dinner at Kate's was great. They had hired a full time nanny. A homely
Mexican girl named Ester. She helped with the baby, and also did
housework and some of the cooking. But tonight, Sylvia did most of the
cooking. I didn't even know she knew how, and it was amazing to see
her wearing an apron and flying around the kitchen. Her hair was tied
back and a few strands had come loose, giving her a slightly
disheveled look, but she was wearing tight jeans and a blouse with the
top three buttons undone. I don't think I ever saw her look sexier. I
even noticed both Dad and Ben giving her an occasional look. 
After dinner, Kate passed little Mike around so we could all hold him
and make a fuss over him, then Ester went to give him a bath and put
him to bed. The women went with her for a while, then they gathered in
the kitchen to clean things up. Dad, Ben and I went into the den, and
a little while later, Mom and Kate joined us. Ben asked where Sylvia
was, and they both laughed and Mom said, "She in there teaching Ester
how to do the dishes! She's on the road almost all the time now, and I
think she misses being in the kitchen."
Sylvia came in a few minutes later and said, "What kind of a party is
this! Let's hear some music."
She went to the entertainment center, picked out some CD's, and when
the music started playing a slow dance tune, she came to me, pulled me
to my feet, and said, "C'mon, let's show them how it's done."
The minute I put my arms around her and started moving around the
floor I got an erection. Something about her has always affected me
that way, and as soon as she felt it brush against her she made
matters worse by pulling me against her and grinding her body into
mine.
Finally, everyone joined us on the floor, but Sylvia never stopped
pressing against me, and as soon as I could, I danced us over to a
darker part of the room and whispered, "You better quit that before I
throw you down and make love to you right here."
She whispered back, "Don't make any promises you can't keep, young
man."
But she did move away a little, and when the song ended, a livelier
tune began playing, and we let go of each other and began dancing
apart. Being close to Sylvia has always turned me on, and I had to be
careful the rest of the evening, so I wouldn't make a fool of myself.
It was late when we got home, but there was a message on my machine
from Marla, asking me to call her, no matter how late it was. It was
her home number, and when I dialed it, she didn't wait for me to
identify myself. She just started with, "Oh Pete, I can't tell you how
excited I am. We found a place today and I came home to pack. I'm
leaving early tomorrow morning."
I answered, "Wow! That's great! Will you be coming home on weekends?"
"No. On weekends I'll be doing interviews, plus, I'm going to start
scouting locations in San Diego."
"So, when will I see you?"
"I'm afraid it'll be a while. Will you miss me?"
"Of course I'll miss you. I uhh, thought we sort-of had a umm, thing
going."
She was quiet for a few seconds, then she said, "Tammy and I talked a
lot about that. It turns out that we both owe you. She said that you
saved her life, and I know for sure you saved mine. But you're
starting a new phase in your life, something that could be very big.
And because of you, I am too. I'm not afraid of the future anymore.
But Pete, I want something that you are a few years away from
considering. I want what Tammy is going to have. I want a husband and
a family."
"Right now?"
"No, right now, I plan to see where this thing with WE takes me." 
"Do you, uhh have someone picked out?"
"Why, are you volunteering?"
"No! I mean. Uhh not now. I uhh.."
She laughed, and broke in with, "Relax, I'm just kidding. If you asked
me right now, I'd be tempted, but neither of us really wants that.
And, no, I don't have anybody picked out. 
"Does Tammy know how you feel?"
"Hell, it was her idea! We've become very close Pete. She's a terrific
girl. And I'm sure you know that she's crazy about you."
"Yeah, and I feel the same about her. She's a wonderful friend, and
I'm really happy with the way her life is going."
We talked for a while longer, but something seemed different, and I
asked, "Umm, will I see you again?"
She laughed again, then she answered, "Do you mean, will we ever sleep
together again? Hell yes! I'd come over and jump your bones right now
if I didn't have to leave so early tomorrow."
"You could, umm, leave from here."
"Yeah, right. I could pack, come over to your place, we could make
love all night, then I could drive to La Jolla, and walk around all
day with my eyes all red."
She was quiet for a second, then she said, "What are you doing right
now?"
"I'm sitting on my bed talking to you. Why?"
"Are you dressed?"
"Uh huh."
"I'm not. I'm in bed, and I'm wearing a t-shirt and panties. Wait a
minute."
There was a rustling noise, then she said, "Okay, now I'm naked, and
I'm going to play with myself while you take off your clothes. Okay?"
It was obvious where this was headed, so I put the phone down, and
hurriedly tore off everything. The thought of her lying there playing
with herself had me hard as a rock almost immediately, and I went to
my bed and picked up the phone -- 

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