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CHAPTER 75

I locked my door and closed the blinds before lying on my bed, and I
held the phone for a minute, thinking about the first time I saw
Marla. I had gone to Kelly's to pick up Erin, and I found the two of
them peeking through a window at the rear of the house. I went to see
what they were looking at, and I was stunned to see this great-looking
blonde, lying in bed, masturbating. I had never seen a girl do that.
It was a tremendous turn-on then, and remembering it was a turn on
even now.
I was a little shaky when I said into the phone, "I'm back."
Her voice was soft, but she sounded excited when she asked, "Are you
holding yourself?"
I slipped my hand around my cock, and with a mixture of excitement and
embarrassment, I answered, "Y-Yes."
Would you like to know what I'm doing?"
"Uh huh."
"My legs are apart, and I'm rubbing myself with one hand and playing
with my nipples with the other. Every so often I pinch one of them. I
don't remember them sticking out so far."
"You have great nipples."
"Thank you. What are you doing?"
"I'm uhh, touching myself."
"Same as me?"
"Uh huh."
"Have you ever done this with a girl before?"
"Not, uhh, on the phone."
"But you've masturbated with a girl, right?"
"Uh huh."
"Good. Tell me exactly what you're doing."
"I'm uhh, you know, I'm rubbing myself." 
She giggled, and said, "C'mon, you can do better than that."
I had masturbated in front of girls before, but somehow, talking on
the phone to Marla made me feel kind of strange. I had to screw up my
courage to say, "I'm stroking myself. I'm hard as a rock from thinking
about you and what you're doing, and I'm thinking what you must look
like right now."
I could tell she was smiling when she said, "Well, you know what I
look like, you've seen me touching myself before."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Kelly told me about the time the three of you watched me through the
window."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. It's kind of a turn-on. But, talk to me. What are you
thinking about right now?"
I closed my eyes and said, "OK, I'm uhh, thinking about you being here
in bed with me. We're lying on top of the covers, and we're both
naked. You're on your back and I'm lying next to you, watching you.
Did I ever tell you that you're beautiful?"
When I said it she gasped a little, then she whispered, "Thank you.
Then what?"
"I take my finger and begin slowly drawing circles around your nipple.
When it starts to respond, I lean over, suck it into my mouth, and
flick my tongue over and around it until it gets hard. When it seems
like it's going to burst, I go to the other one for a while. Then I
take your breasts in my hands, put my face between them, and hold you
for a minute. Before long, your breathing begins to quicken, and your
body is getting warmer." 
Drawing a slow breath, Marla sighed, "Oh, that's much better. Please
go on."
I was getting more comfortable talking about it, so I continued, "I
move my fingers down your breasts, and touch below them. I can feel
perspiration forming at the crease, and I wipe my tongue across and
taste a slight saltiness. It's not offensive at all, it's actually
kind of a turn-on. Then I kiss my way down your tummy. When I get to
your belly-button, I slip my hands around your back, pull you to me,
and I put my tongue inside it and try to move it around. I hold you
that way for a few seconds, and I feel your hands on the back of my
head. You begin stroking my hair and touching my shoulders. After a
minute, I release you and move my hand down your umm --"
I hesitated a second, and she said, "Call it what ever you want, Pete.
Call it my pussy or even my cunt."
Marla seemed to think for a second, then, in kind of a shaky voice,
she whispered, "Oh yes, for now, call it my cunt. And please
continue."
I don't know why, but when a girl uses that word about herself, it's
exciting. I'd been stroking my self as I was talking, and I had to
stop, or I would have gone over the edge. This was fun, and I wanted
it to last so I began speaking again. 
"I linger there for a moment, then, without touching your, uhh, cunt,
I move past it to the inside of your thigh. You part your legs to make
room for my hand, and I caress the silky smoothness of your skin. I
can feel the heat coming off your body now, and it's a huge turn-on. I
move my fingers up and touch the bottom of your umm, cunt. Your body
jerks a little, and I feel some wetness there, so I move up a little
farther, and touch the folds of your pussy. You moan a little, so I
part them slightly and I run my fingers along their silky folds until
I reach the top. You moan again, so, without removing my hand, I slide
down until my face is close, and let my breath wash over my fingers.
You shudder, and try to raise your body. When you do, your outer lips
part a little and a translucent little bump appears at the top. I
touch my tongue to it, and you shudder again. Your straining now, and
trying to force yourself closer to me, so I lay my head on your belly
and hold you until you relax a little."
    Marla broke in with, "Oh God Pete, this is so good. You're making
me so hot, so wet. Where did you... Oh, never mind, just keep it up."
I concentrated on the images I was conjuring for Marla. It was fun,
and surprisingly exciting for me as well. I hadn't been touching
myself, but I was still hard as a rock, and I continued, "I spread my
fingers, parting the folds of your inner lips. Feeling your moisture
build, I ease a single finger inside while lightly brushing your clit
hood with my thumb."
I could hear Marla through the phone as she took a deep breath, and a
sort of rustling noise in the background. I guessed that she was
rubbing herself harder now, so I went on with, "My thumb is circling
your hood, slowly freeing your clit as my finger eases further inside
you. Your clit is growing bigger now, becoming almost as erect as your
nipples. I continue to caress around your clit with my thumb gradually
making smaller and smaller circles. My finger has reached its depth
and I start to bring it back out. You're really getting wet now. I can
feel a little puddle forming under you, and your scent is getting
stronger." 
By now Marla was panting and making little mewling noises into the
phone. The rustling noises were getting louder, and I could tell she
was getting ready to cum. 
Bringing her to a climax with just my voice was a tremendous a
turn-on, and I reached down and touched myself. The head of my cock
was covered with pre-cum. I quickly pulled my hand away or I would
have exploded right then.
I'd been quiet for a few seconds, and Marla cried, "Pete, for God's
sake don't stop now!"
"I add a second finger as I enter you again. I move so that I can
tease your clit with my tongue, and as it touches the tip of your
clit, you lurch, driving my fingers deeper. I can feel your desire
building. Waves of heat are pouring off your body, and your body
starts to jerk under me. The time for gentleness is over. I drive my
fingers deeply in and out of you. I draw your clit into my mouth and
suck hard on it. You're moaning constantly now, and I pick up the pace
until your body begins to shake."  
Marla broke in with, "Pete, so good, oh God, so good, please --."
Knowing that she was almost 'there', I move the phone close to my
mouth and whispered, "I feel your body start to tense. So I suck even
harder on your clit, and I curl my fingers inside you seeking your
'spot'."
"Aahhh, God, oh God, I'm going to cum. Oh Pete!"
"I feel you start to cum, your body is shaking, your legs closing,
clasping my hand tight to you."
It sounded like she pushed the phone away, and she started a series
of. "Uh, uh, uh," noises, that went on for a while. Then, a high,
thin, "Eeeeeeee," and then, silence.
I waited for a full minute, maybe two, then I asked, "Marla, are you
ok?"
	She answered breathlessly, "Oh God! That was fantastic Pete. I
came so hard I, I, Ooh, fuck -- I can't even tell you how good it was.
You were fucking amazing. How did you know exactly what to say?"
"I don't know, I just uhh, well, you seemed to be enjoying yourself,
and the words just came out."
"You don't like talking dirty during sex, do you."
"I don't like talking dirty with anyone, especially a girl. Why? Do
you like it?"
"Sometimes. It depends on the, uhh situation."
I made a mental note to remember that the next time we were together. 
"But what about you? Did you get off too?"
"I'm fine, I just wanted to make you happy."
She was quiet again, then she asked, "You like me, don't you?"
"Of course I like you. I like you a lot and I'm going to miss you."
"I like you too, Pete. I'm going to try to be with you whenever I can.
I've never met anyone like you. You care about people, especially the
people who are close to you. Tammy told me about it, and I've seen it
for myself. You're a very special guy, Pete." 
 I didn't know what to say, so I just mumbled, "Uhh, thanks." 
Then she asked, "Are you sure I can't come over, and umm, make you
feel better?"
Nothing would have pleased me more, but I looked at the clock, and it
was after midnight, so I said, "It's getting late and you have to
leave for La Jolla early tomorrow morning. The opportunity Tammy has
given you is too good to mess up. I expect great things from you."
She sighed and whispered, "Good night Pete."
"Good night, Marla. Have a safe trip tomorrow. I'll be thinking of
you."
I put the phone down, and lay there thinking about her. Another girl I
was close to was leaving. First Sam, then Kristen and Karen, now
Marla. I liked these girls a lot! But I wasn't too upset when they
left, because I knew I wasn't ready for the kind of commitment I knew
they wanted. When Karen left it bothered me for a while, but I think
it was because it was so sudden. But now, Marla is leaving. I haven't
been with her long enough to form a real attachment, but I'll miss
her, and it makes me wonder if it isn't time for me to settle on one
girl. That thought was on my mind as I drifted off to sleep.

 A frantic banging on my door woke me up Sunday morning. I slipped on
my pants, and when I opened it, Erin was standing there. She was fully
dressed and she looked annoyed. She stuck her head in the door, looked
around, and said, "I tried to get you on the intercom and you didn't
answer. And when I came out here, your door was locked. What's going
on, why is your door locked?"
"To keep my pain-in-the-ass sister out."
"But Petey, we never lock our doors."
"What if I had someone in here, and you came barging in?"
She seemed to think about that for a second, then she just said, "Oh."
I glanced at the clock. It showed, six fifty-five, so I asked, "What
are you doing here so early?"
"Magic Mountain opens at Nine, right?"
"Yeah, but I'm not meeting everyone until Ten."
"Well, we have stuff to do. You have to get ready, we have to pick up
some people, and we have eat breakfast,."
"Wait a minute! Who's 'We', and who do I have to pick up?"
"I'm going to Magic Mountain with you, and you have to pick up Cindy,
and a, uhh, friend of mine."
"What friend? Are you bringing a date?"
"He not a date, it's just a guy from school. He's in the same homeroom
class as me. His name is Davey Scott."
"Do Mom and Dad know about this?"
"Yeah, but we have to bring him back to the house so they can meet
him. That's why we have to get going."
"Okay, let me get in the shower, then I'd better call Cindy and tell
her what time we'll be there."
"It's okay, I've already talked to her. We'll pick up Davey and her,
and we'll bring them here and all have breakfast together."
"It sounded like she had things handled, so I showered and dressed.
When I went to the front house to get her, I caught a sleepy-looking
Amy coming out of her room. I remembered that she and Jake had gone
out last night, so I asked, "How did things go last night?"
"Fine, Jake's a nice guy." 
"You look like you guys stayed out late."
"Yeah, I'll tell you about it later. Right now I need coffee."
I was curious about what went on last night, but I grabbed Erin and we
went to get her friend.
         Erin handed me a hand drawn map and we drove to a large,
beautifully landscaped house not far from where Kate and Ben live. On
the way there she called him on her cell phone, so he was waiting out
front when we got there. I don't pay much attention to the freshmen at
school. I was expecting a gawky, pimply faced kid. Instead, I was
surprised to see an almost six foot tall, good looking, dark haired
boy. He came to the car, and when Erin introduced us, he shook hands
like a man. He asked us to come in so his mom could meet us, and when
he opened the door for Erin, I noticed an odd thing. On the way over
Erin was excited, but when she introduced us, she seemed aloof and
kind of distant. And when held his hand out to help her from the car,
she ignored it and brushed past him. I was going to say something to
her, but suddenly she stopped and looked at his hand. She stared at it
for a second like she was surprised, then she looked up at him. He had
a sort of apprehensive look on his face, and he kept his hand out.
Still looking at him, she slowly reached out and put her hand in his.
What happened next was over in a split second, but in that instant I
saw two things take place. I saw my sister take the next step in
growing up, and I saw her take command of their relationship. Poor
Dave was a dead man. I almost felt sorry for him.
Mrs. Scott turned to be a very attractive woman about the same age as
Mom. She thanked Erin and I for coming in to meet her, and explained
that her husband was out golfing, but he'd like to meet us when we got
back. Then she handed me an envelope.
As I opened it, she said, "Dave already has one of these, this one's
for you. It's a season pass to Magic Mountain. It's good for you and a
guest. There are also some tickets good at the food court. I
understand that you're meeting some friends there, so there should be
enough for everyone."
Amazed, I said, "Gee, Mrs. Scott, thanks. But this is too much, these
passes are expensive."
She waved her hand and said, "It's okay Pete. My husband's firm gets
this stuff all the time, and Dave insisted that we give one to you.
He's been talking about you and your sister all semester." 
She glanced at her son, smiled, and added, "Especially your sister."
Finally, she said to me, "Pete, we love Magic Mountain, but at night,
the older kids show up, and sometimes things can get kind of rough.
Would you mind leaving before dark?"
Dave cried, "Mom!" But she looked serious, so I agreed. 
From there, we went to Cindy's house, and when we pulled up, Erin
Jumped out and motioned for us to follow her. Digger met us at the
door, and before I had a chance to say anything, she stepped inside,
took him by the arm, and said, "Hi Digger, it's Pete and me, and this
is my friend Dave."
Then she turned to Dave and said, "This is Mister Haynes, but if you
don't call him Digger, he may swat you."
Digger laughed that booming laugh of his and stuck out his huge paw.
Dave took it, and I saw Digger bear down just a little. Dave didn't
flinch. He just grimaced slightly, and squeezed back. 
Digger grinned and said, "Nice to meet you young man. Are you and Erin
engaged, or just fooling around?"
At almost the same time, Erin yelled, "Digger!" And a voice from the
back of the room cried "Grandfather, knock it off!"
He laughed again, then he leaned toward Erin, and whispered, "She only
calls me 'Grandfather' when she's pissed off at me."
We all laughed this time, and Cindy came up to us. She was dressed
like she was last night, she was wearing a little makeup, and her hair
was up in a scarf. She actually looked kind of cute. 

We went to our house for breakfast, and I noticed how Dave behaved. He
acted a lot older than fifteen. He had a big smile for both Mom and
Dad, telling them what a beautiful home we had, and thanking them for
inviting him for breakfast. When Erin introduced him to Amy, he acted
like he was in awe of her. He told her that when he first saw her at
school, he thought that anyone as pretty as she is, must be a teacher.
Amy thanked him, but I saw her eyebrow rise a little.
He was also especially pleasant to Cindy. Complimenting her on how
nice she looked, and how much he liked her Grandpa.
Erin watched him for a while, then she pulled him aside and said
something to him. His eyes got big for a minute, but after that he was
much quieter. A little later, I asked her what she said to him. She
responded, "I told him to shut up,. All that flattery was making him
seem like an Ass"
Magic Mountain is about a thirty-minute ride from our house. They
claim to have the largest collection of 'extreme' roller coasters of
any park on the planet, and I believe them. The place was a sea of
bright-colored scaffolding, each ride, taller and more dangerous
looking than the one next to it.
We met Bill, Tess, and two other couples, at a little past ten. One of
the couples, an Asian guy, and a black girl with huge tits, were
friends of Bill from another school. The other couple, a guy named
James who's in my science class, was with a girl that I had seen with
Karen a few times. She kept looking at Cindy, and back at me. I think
she would have liked to ask about Karen, but we didn't get a chance to
talk.
For almost eight hours, we twisted, turned, hung upside down, and
tried not to throw up. 
Although they were younger than the rest of us, Erin and Dave turned
out to be very popular. 
Erin, because she's absolutely fearless. 
She would drag the girls onto the scariest rides whether they wanted
to or not, forcing us guys to follow them, or be called 'Wimps'.
And Dave, for giving everyone tickets for the food courts. 
The two of them were fun to watch. They held hands constantly, and
actually made a very nice looking couple. As tall as they both are, it
was easy to forget that they were several years younger than we are,
and I think from now on, I'll look at my sister a little differently.
She is definitely growing up.
Cindy turned out to be fun. She never lost her shyness, but her face
would absolutely light up when we tried a new ride or attraction. 
When we first got there, Dave asked her which was her favorite roller
coaster. She answered that she'd never been on one, and this was the
first amusement park she'd ever been to.
It was hot and kind of humid, but we had a wonderful time. The only
unusual thing happened not long after we got there. 

When we met up with Bill and his group, we had to decide on which ride
to go on first. Dave seemed to know all about everything, and he was
telling us about some new rides that had just opened. I quietly
reminded him not to pick anything really scary until we found if Cindy
could handle things, so he picked one of the older rides. It was fast,
and pretty steep, but it didn't turn upside down, or make loops like
the newer ones. Cindy was okay while we were in line, but I could tell
she was nervous. The cars were two people wide, and when it started
the long 'clickety-clack' ride to the top, her knuckles were white
from gripping the restraining bar so hard. When it got to the top, and
we could see over the whole park, she gasped, and grabbed my arm.
Then, suddenly we were plummeting downward. Most of the girls were
screaming, and a lot of kids were waving their arms in the air to show
how brave they were, but Cindy didn't make a sound. All she did was
grip my arm harder. When we got to the bottom of the first dive, the
car made a violent turn to the left, forcing her tightly against me.
She tore her hand away and grabbed the restraining bar again, and I
thought I heard her whimper, so I put my arm around her, and we
twisted and turned until the end and the car finally slowed to a stop.
The kids started piling out, but she still had hold of the bar. I had
to gently pry her hands off and help her stand up. Her eyes were big
as saucers, and she stammered, "W-Wow! That was a-amazing."
She was so cute when she said it; I grabbed her and gave her a hug. At
first she started to return it, but suddenly she stopped and stared
over my shoulder. I started to turn my head, just as someone behind me
said, "I don't fucking believe it!" 
Standing there, hands on her hips, was Lori Johns, the smart-ass
redhead from school. She continued with, "Gee, Petey-boy, did I really
see you hug her? What's next, a mercy fuck?"
It took me a second to realize what she said, and suddenly I was
pissed! She was standing next to a guy with a shaved head and a
goatee. He looked to be in his twenties, and he looked mean, but I had
four inches of height and at least fifty pounds on him, so I walked
over to her. The park has a bunch of fountains spread around the
grounds, and we were standing near one. 
She was wearing a little sundress. I figured it wouldn't be ruined by
a little water, because many of the rides end in water and everyone
always get splashed. I went to her, grabbed her around the waist, and
picked her up. She didn't fight me at the beginning. It was only when
I headed toward the fountain that she began to squirm. I don't think
she believed I would really do it until the last second. Her eyes were
big as saucers when I dropped her in. 
The fountain was only about two feet deep, but by the time she rolled
around and stood up, she was sopping wet, and mad as hell. 
I walked back to Cindy, as the guy she was with, ran to her. Once he'd
helped her step out of the fountain, he turned and glared at me. I
think he would like to have taken my head off, but when I glared back
and clinched both fists, he looked away and pretended to help her
arranged her clothes.
The park was full, and a small crowd had gathered to watch. Once she
pulled herself together, Lori headed toward me, pushing people out of
the way as she came. Her eyes were mere slits when she charged up, but
they got big, when, before she had a chance to say anything, I stepped
toward her, causing her to slip a little on the wet pavement. I
pointed my finger at her, and said, "Watch your mouth, bitch! Now, go
apologize to Cindy or I'll throw your ass in there again."
She stared at me for a second, then, to my surprise, she started to
unbutton her dress. She stepped out of it, and underneath it she was
wearing a bikini! She has a great body, and I was so busy staring at
it, I almost didn't see the roundhouse right she started to throw. But
at the last second, I pulled my head back, and her fist narrowly
missed me. 
Now I was really pissed! As her arm flew by, her body was turned away
so I grabbed her from behind and turned her completely upside down.
She started cursing and trying to get loose, but because her back was
to me, she couldn't do much, except thrash around, screaming
obscenities. I was headed back to the fountain when a cheer broke out
from the crowd and some of them started clapping.
I was about to drop her back in the fountain when a skinny little park
guard ran up and told me to put her down. I considered dropping her in
there anyway, but I was pretty sure it would get me thrown out of the
park, so I set her gently down on all fours. She jumped up, and tried
to come at me again, but the guard stepped in front of her and grabbed
her. She tried to break away from him, and in the process the guard's
sunglasses went flying, and broke into a million pieces. Now HE was
mad. He grabbed her around the neck with one hand and reached for his
radio with the other, when she kicked him in the shin, hard! He
released her and reached for his leg. When he did, she stumbled
backwards, and fell into the fountain again. He began jumping around
on one leg, rubbing his ankle, and trying to call for backup on the
radio. 
What happened next was over in a few seconds but we laughed about it
for a long time. 
This time, Lori was beside herself. She was flailing around in the
fountain like a crazy person, sliding around, and trying to stand up.
Her friend ran to the fountain to help her, and when he reached for
her and grabbed her hand, she slipped and fell backwards, pulling him
in after her. He landed on top of her so hard, he knocked the breath
out of her, and in the process, she got a mouthful of water. When they
finally untangled themselves, she stood up, coughing and spitting. He
was still trying to get up, when she screamed, "You Asshole!" and took
a swing at him. She missed, but her feet went out from under her, and
she fell again, this time, hitting her head on the edge of the
fountain. It wasn't a hard blow, but it must have hurt, because she
yelled, "Mother Fucker!" At the top of her lungs, and she began
rubbing her head. 
The crowd was getting pretty big by now, so we decided to slip away
before more security people showed up and started asking questions. 
The park is a huge place, and we didn't see Lori or her friend for the
rest of the day. But I don't think we'll ever forget the sight of the
three of them. Lori and her friend sprawled in the fountain, and the
guard, jumping around on one foot. We named him 'Hopalong Cassidy'.
The rest of the day went great. We rode almost every ride there, and
ate so much fast food we almost exploded. The sun got so bright I
bought Cindy a pink hat with a wide brim, which immediately blew off
on one of the rides. When the ride stopped, she looked so
disappointed, that Bill said we should form a search party to look for
it. He jumped on a bench, held his hands curled like he was holding a
spyglass, and appeared to be looking around. Then he shouted "AHA!"
and pointed. It was under the scaffolding of the ride, behind a
'Danger, Stay Out' sign. We stood there for a minute wondering what to
do, when suddenly, Dave leapt over the fence, grabbed the hat, and was
back in a flash. Everyone cheered but Erin. She made a face and shook
her head, but I think she was impressed. 
Around five o'clock Tess said she had to go because of a family thing,
and Cindy mentioned that she was a little concerned about Digger. She
said that when she was late, he would sometimes go to the cupboard,
find a can of something and eat it, no-matter what it was. I had
already agreed to have Dave out of there before dark, so we started
home. 
My cell phone rang twice during the day, but the reception is bad
there, so I missed both calls. It rang again on the way home, and when
I answered it, Sylvia said, Hi Pete, it's me."
"Hi Sylvia, what's up?"
"What time will you be home?" 
"About seven I guess. Why?"
"Are you busy tonight?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Can you come to Kate's house? I'd like to talk to you."
"Okay, as soon as I drop everyone off, I'll grab a quick shower and
I'll be there."
"Don't bother with that, I'll be in the pool. You can shower here
after you take a swim. Try to get here early."
She hung up before I had a chance to ask if there was a problem, and I
guess I looked concerned, because when I when I closed the phone,
Cindy asked, "Is there something wrong?"
"No, a friend wants to talk to me later tonight."
She said, "Oh," and she sounded disappointed, but I was busy wondering
what was going on with Sylvia, so I didn't ask why. 
I could hear Erin talking on her phone in the back seat, and after a
minute she handed her phone to me. It was Dad.
"Hi son. Erin says you had a good time."
"Yeah, it was great."
"Good. I talked with Dave's folks. When you get to their house, drop
Erin off. She's going to have dinner there and they'll bring her home
later. Your Mom and I are going to take in a movie. Will you be okay
about dinner?"
"Sure, I'll be fine. I'm still full from all the junk we ate today.
I'm going over to Kate's to go swimming. I'll pick up something on the
way. What about Amy?"
"She's out with Jake again. I think they went to a play or something."
"Oh -- Okay, enjoy the movie, I'll talk to you later."
I closed the phone and when I handed it back to Erin, I noticed Cindy
looking at me with a kind-of hurt expression. So I asked, "Is
something wrong?"
She answered, "No, nothing's wrong." But she was staring at the floor
of the car. I decided to wait until I dropped Erin off before I
pursued this any farther.
When we got to Dave's house he insisted we come in and meet his Dad,
who turned out to be a tall, good-looking guy with a slight accent.
When Dave introduced him to Erin, he took both her hands in his, and
told her she was beautiful. He was also charming with Cindy, but when
he and I were introduced, and shook hands, his grip was limp. 
Cindy was very quiet on the way to her house. When we turned onto her
street, I asked, "Did you have a good time?"
She answered, "Oh yes. I had a wonderful time. Thank you so much for
taking me," then she just sat there, staring at the floor.
I said, "Cindy, is something the matter?"
She didn't answer me for a minute, then she said, "Is, umm, Sylvia
your girl friend?"
"No, she's a friend of my Aunt's. She wants to talk with me about
something."
The hurt expression left her, and she seemed to relax. It was obvious
what was happening, and I wanted to kick myself. Cindy obviously
doesn't date much, and I guess she's wondering about the attention
I've been giving her. I was sort-of forced into taking her to the park
today, and, although I like her, and I don't want to do anything to
hurt her, she's just not a girl I want to have a relationship with. I
decided that I needed to talk with Amy about it. She was sure to have
an answer.
When we got to Cindy's, Digger was sitting on the porch. Cindy ran to
him and started telling him about the roller coasters and what a great
time she had. But it seemed like every other sentence started with,
'Pete and I did this, and 'Pete and I did that'. It was as though we
were the only two people at the park, and I guess Digger noticed it
too, because he asked, "Weren't Erin and Dave with you?"
She answered, "Oh sure, there was a whole group of us. And look at
this. Pete bought me a hat."
She handed the hat to Digger, and he felt around it. Then he handed it
back and said, "Cindy, would you start dinner, I want to ask Pete for
a favor." 
"Sure Grampa. Pete, will you stay and have a bite?"
I answered, "No thanks, I'm still full from the park." 
When she ran into the house, I asked Digger about the 'favor'.
He said, "Would you take me to the store for some cigars and beer?"
I said, "Sure," and I led him to my car. 
As we drove away, he said, "So, the two of you had a good time today?"
"Yes I did. Cindy is fun to be with."
"I'm glad to hear it. As I'm sure you know, she doesn't date much, and
I worry sometimes."
"That's a shame. She's an attractive girl, and she's very sweet. It's
a shame that she's so shy."
"He sighed, then quietly he said, "I guess it's my fault. Since my
eyesight failed, she's been all I have. At the beginning I drank a
lot, and was a general pain in the ass. She stuck with me the whole
time, took care of me and never complained. I guess I sucked the life
out of her."
We pulled into the liquor store parking lot, and he put one of his big
hands on my knee and said, "You're going to be careful with her,
aren't you?"
"Of course I will, Digger. You have my word on it. But I may have a
problem."
"Yes, and I think I know what it is. I hear that you're some kind of a
big deal at school. You're a football hero or something. Is it true?"
"Well, I uhh, guess I'm pretty well known."
"So little Cindy goes from not dating at all, to going out with a
BMOC, and you're afraid that she might read something into it that
might not be true?"
"How did you figure that out?"
"Erin talked to me about it. That sister of yours is not only a sweet
girl, but she's very bright for her age. She told me that she kind-of
forced you into asking Cindy to go to the park with you, and she
warned me what Cindy might think."
"Did she talk to her about it?"
"She said that she did, and Cindy told her not to worry. But I think
you need to talk to her."
"Yeah, you're right. Cindy is a great girl, and I don't want to
mislead her."
"Good, now help me inside the store, I need to pick up a few things."
We got some cigars, some toothpaste and when he asked me to pick up a
six-pack of beer, I asked, "Are you uhh, still drinking?"
He grinned, "Yup. One beer a day, with Monday's off. That's all she
lets me have."
I thought about what we talked about on the way back to the house, and
suddenly I realized something. I shouldn't have to talk with Amy about
this. It's time I started making my own decisions. Cindy is a sweet
girl. I may not be attracted to her physically, but I'd like her as a
friend. So I decided I'd look for a way to tell her so. 
When we got back to the house, I carried the things we bought inside,
and when I put then on the table, and Cindy asked, "Are you sure you
can't stay for a while?"
I answered, "No, I have to get over to my Aunt's house."
I said goodbye to Digger, and Cindy walked me to the car.
When we got there, Cindy said, "Thank you so much Pete. I haven't had
this much fun in a long time. I really appreciate you taking time to
be with me. But, don't you have a girl friend?"
I turned to her, took her hands in mine, and I said, "No Cindy, I
don't have a girl friend. As you know, my life is taking a different
direction right now, and it looks like I'm going to be very busy. I
don't have time for a girlfriend right now, but I'd like to be your
friend. Would that be okay with you?"
"W-Why of course," she stuttered. "I'd love to be your friend."
"Well, it's settled then. Now give me a hug, I gotta get going."
We hugged, and she stood watching as I drove off.



  
  






 
  
 
 
 
  
 

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