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A Different Sort Of Lifestyle
Chapter 25: Becoming A Man
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2006

The Department of Motor Vehicles was crowded. The majority of 
people there were renewing their licenses, automobile 
registrations, and other activities typical at the DMV. Those people 
were easy to spot since they looked bored. A handful of people 
were there to get their Driver's License. They were easy to spot 
since they looked nervous. It was obvious to anyone who was 
interested in watching people that Harry was one of those waiting 
to get his Driver's License.

Stopping his nervous pacing, Harry asked, "What's the problem?"

"There's no problem. You're waiting your turn for the road test. 
They probably have only one person doing it and you have to wait 
your turn," Greg answered with a grin. Watching Harry brought 
back memories of when he had gotten his driver's license. He'd 
been so nervous. He felt that if he had failed to get his license, then 
he wouldn't be able to show his face at school. It was one thing to 
fail an English test, but quite another to fail the driver's test.

"I hope I pass," Harry said.

"I'm sure you will. Of course, you know that Jack isn't going to let 
you drive Lisa until he's convinced that you're a safe driver," Greg 
said. They were planning on taking him out to dinner in celebration 
and Lisa was going to be coming along. He had also invited her 
parents.

"I know," Harry replied with an irritated frown.

"Hey, he's a father. Let him protect his little girl," Greg said 
noticing the frown and understanding the source of it. 

"You wouldn't do that with Cathy," Harry said thinking it was 
unfair of Mr. McCullum to demand that he demonstrate his driving 
skills before letting Lisa ride with him.

"Oh, yes I would," Greg answered.

"You're kidding."

"Not at all. The only reason that Cathy will be able to ride with 
you now is that you've already passed my driver's test," Greg said. 
He waved a hand in the direction of the other teenagers waiting for 
their test and said, "I don't care if the state has given someone a 
driver's license. I'm not letting a new driver have you or Cathy as 
a passenger until they've gone four months without an accident. 
The first twenty hours behind a wheel are the most dangerous for a 
new driver."

"You're including me in that restriction?" Harry asked in surprise.

"You bet," Greg answered. 

That his father was so protective of them was a surprise. He'd 
never thought about his parents putting restrictions on who he 
could ride with since he was among the first of his classmates to 
get a license. He asked, "So are you telling me that I can't accept a 
ride from one of my friends without your permission?"

"I'm saying that I want to approve your friends' driving skills 
before you accept a ride from them," Greg said with an unusual 
firmness in his voice.

"I'm not sure that I like that," Harry said. 

"Why? You have a car and can drive to any place you and your 
friends want to go. It's not like I'm saying that you can't go with 
your friends," Greg said.

"You're not?"

"I can't. Once you drive off, there's not too much that I can do to 
stop you from driving wherever you want," Greg said. He 
remembered the day when he had come to that realization for 
himself. Getting his driver's license had been a day of freedom. It 
was a couple of days later when he realized the responsibility that 
he had accepted. He had been watching a television show in which 
there had been a car crash. Seeing it, he had realized that he was 
operating something that could take life. 

"You could take my license away," Harry said.

"Yes, I could," Greg said in a very agreeable tone of voice. He 
looked at Harry for a moment with a knowing smile and then said, 
"Neither one of us wants that to happen."

"True."

"So you won't do anything that would require me to take it away 
from you. Right?" 

"I guess," Harry said feeling that he was suddenly on very 
uncertain ground. He felt that his father was about to trick him into 
agreeing with something unpleasant. He remembered how his 
mother had effectively tricked him into keeping his room cleaner 
by having him take responsibility for washing his own clothes. He 
said, "You haven't told me under what conditions you would take 
my license away."

"What do you think would merit taking it away from you?"

Harry stared at his father curious about the direction the 
conversation was heading. He answered, "I suppose driving in an 
unsafe manner would be a reason."

"Sounds good to me," Greg said, "Anything else?"

"I guess if I'm not acting responsibly," Harry said. Even as he said 
it, he knew that it was a pretty broad category that wasn't well 
defined. 

"How about we talk with Jack McCullum? I'm sure that he'd be 
able to come up with a bunch of activities that if you were to 
engage in them that it would warrant me taking your license," Greg 
said with a wink.

The idea of letting Mr. McCullum have a say in if he had his 
license was a truly frightening thought. He was about to answer 
when Greg said, "They just called your name. Good luck."

The next thirty minutes covered a range of emotions that Harry 
didn't think was possible. There was the nervousness of waiting 
for the test followed by the slight panic when it came to be his 
turn. That was followed by the tension of driving the car through 
the course. Then there was the brief period of worry when he had 
finished the course and turned to check out the reaction of the man 
giving the test. That was followed by the excitement of learning 
that he had passed. Telling his father that he had passed had been a 
moment of pride. The final DMV experience of waiting in line to 
get his picture taken had carried him through impatience at 
standing in line, irritation at the length of the wait, and relief when 
he finally had his license in his hand.

Greg had watched Harry go through the emotions with a grin. He 
remembered almost every detail of the day he had first gotten his 
driver's license. The emotional roller coaster that he had 
experienced seemed to match Harry's experience. Putting a hand 
on Harry's shoulder, Greg said, "I'm proud of you son. In a way, 
this is the day you become a real man. It is the day when you start 
taking responsibility for your life."

"I thought that a guy became a man when he first has sex with a 
woman," Harry said looking at his father rather surprised by the 
announcement. 

"That's a different kind of thing altogether," Greg said. He 
frowned for a second and then said, "There's a big difference 
between the two. Having sex with a woman makes you feel like a 
man. Accepting responsibility for your actions is what makes you a 
man. Driving a car is a major responsibility."

"I hadn't thought about it like that," Harry said while walking 
beside his father to where he had parked the jeep. He couldn't help 
but think that he would love to start feeling like a man with Lisa's 
active participation. Still, he couldn't deny that his father had a 
point. 

Greg stopped by the passenger door of the jeep waiting for Harry 
to get in and unlock the door. Rather than opening the door, Harry 
stood beside the jeep lost in thought. Smiling, Greg was pleased 
that his words had such an effect on his son. After a few seconds, 
he said, "Are you going to drive me home?"

"Oh, sorry," Harry said feeling flustered. It was seldom that he 
drifted off like that. Looking over at his father, he said, "I was 
thinking about things."

With the appropriate level of enthusiasm, Lisa let Harry know that 
she was proud that he had his driver's license. Jack looked in a 
different direction feeling a little uneasy about the intimacy of her 
demonstration. 

After Lisa had finished her demonstration of pride, Harry turned to 
look at Jack. In a respectful voice, he said, "My dad will drive Lisa 
to the restaurant. Would you like to ride with me?"

Looking at Harry, Jack was pleased that he hadn't immediately 
asked if Lisa could ride with him. Nodding his head, he answered, 
"Sure. That would give us a nice chance to talk."

Thinking about the kinds of things that her father could say to him, 
Harry swallowed before he said, "Yes, sir."

Harry had thought that driving with the man from the DMV in the 
passenger seat was nerve-racking, but that was nothing compared 
to having Jack seated next to him. Jack grunted when he cut a 
corner a little tight. He frowned when the speed was a little too 
slow or fast. He crossed his arms when he checked out the traffic 
on the street. When he finally reached the restaurant, Harry thought 
to himself, `I'll never volunteer to drive him anywhere again."

Jack frowned and looked at Harry when the young man had 
finished parking. He grunted and said, "You looked a little nervous 
there."

"Yes, sir," Harry answered. His hands were so sweaty that he was 
having difficulty holding onto the steering wheel. 

"You did alright."

"Thank you, sir," Harry said relaxing a little.

"Practice driving for another week and then I think you'll be safe 
enough to take Lisa with you on a date," Jack said watching Harry 
carefully.

"Yes, sir," Harry said sitting up a little straighter. He hadn't been 
expecting that.

"If you ever drive with her after drinking booze, I'll cut your balls 
off and feed them to you raw. Do you understand me?" Jack said 
looking Harry straight in the eye. There wasn't a smile on his face 
when he said it. 

"Yes, sir," Harry answered wide-eyed and fully believing the 
threat. If there was one thing he was sure of, he didn't want to find 
out what raw balls would taste like. 

Jack unfastened his seat belt and put a hand on the door handle. In 
a gruff voice, he said, "You can drive her home after dinner."

Harry sat in the car for a full three minutes after Jack had gone into 
the restaurant. His hands were shaking so hard that it was difficult 
to open the door. He got out of the car and made his way to the 
restaurant. Lisa was waiting for him by the door. After one look at 
him, she asked, "What did Daddy say to you?"

"He said that I could take you home tonight," Harry answered not 
wanting to mention the dinner her father had promised if he ever 
drank and drove with Lisa in the car.

"You're awful pale," she said looking at him with concern. 

"Uh, we had a little talk. He loves you a lot," Harry said. A shiver 
went through his body and he said, "Let's go in and eat. It's a 
celebration."

"Okay," Lisa said wondering what her father had said to Harry. Of 
course, hearing that her father loved her made her feel very good. 
Rather than make an issue of it, she hugged him. Holding hands, 
they went to the table to join the rest of the family. 

Jack smiled at seeing Harry move over to the table. There wasn't a 
single doubt in his mind that the young man had gotten the 
message. He glanced over at Greg and noticed the other man 
nodding his head. It was a small sign of approval that made him 
feel much better. 

Once Harry was seated, Greg said, "Congratulations, Harry. 
You've got your driver's license. Good job."

"Thank you, Dad," Harry said happy that his father had repeated 
his praise in public.

Sharon leaned over and hugged Harry while she said, "We're so 
proud of you."

"Thanks, mom," Harry said.

"Well, you deserve it. You've been practicing a lot," Sharon said. 

Jack was about to say something, but June nudged him in the ribs. 
He looked over at her and said, "Congratulations, Harry."

"Thank you, sir," Harry said in a respectful tone of voice. 

June smiled at Jack and, unaware of the discussion between Jack 
and Harry, asked, "So when are you going to start taking Lisa for 
drives?"

"When Mr. McCullum says I can, ma'am," Harry said with a quick 
glance at Jack to check his reaction. He relaxed when the man 
nodded his head.

Greg chuckled and said, "Diplomatic answer, Harry."

Frowning, Lisa asked, "Why can't you start driving me around 
now?"

"Because I said so," Jack answered. Even as the words left his 
mouth, he knew it was the wrong thing to say. He had been feeling 
so smug about how he had delivered his threat to Harry that he 
hadn't thought about what he was saying to Lisa.

"What?" Lisa screeched.

Looking at the expression of discomfort on Harry's face, Greg 
interrupted and said, "What your father is trying to say is that he 
loves you very much and doesn't want to see you hurt in a car 
accident."

"Are you telling me that he doesn't trust Harry?" Lisa asked giving 
her father a look that was close to murderous.

"He's saying that I'm an inexperienced driver. I agree with your 
father. I am an inexperienced driver. I'm more likely to get in an 
accident right now. In a month, I'll be a lot more experienced. 
Your father is just trying to protect you," Harry said. 

Jack and Greg gave Harry approving looks. Lisa looked at Harry 
and asked, "Do you really agree with him or are you just saying 
that?"

Harry looked down at the silverware in front of him for a couple of 
seconds. He said, "I do agree with him. When I got my license, 
Dad and I talked about what a responsibility it represented. We 
talked about Cathy and me not accepting rides from our friends 
after they got their licenses until he said it was okay. My first 
reaction was negative, but after driving here I realized that he was 
right."

Looking around the table, Cathy asked, "How did I get dragged 
into that conversation?"

"Dad doesn't want us riding with our friends until they have some 
experience driving," Harry answered. He glanced at Lisa and saw 
that she was a little more relaxed.

Looking over at her father, Cathy asked, "Why not?"

When Greg looked flustered by the question, Jack answered, 
"Because he loves you and wants to keep you safe."

The answer deflated the building anger that Cathy was feeling. She 
looked over at her father and, in a soft voice, she asked, "Is that 
true?"

"Of course it is. I love you very much," Greg answered looking at 
his daughter with a puzzled expression. After a second, he recalled 
the advice from Jack and Jim Green. His wife wasn't the only one 
who needed to hear the magic words. 

Cathy became silent and stared at her glass of water. His words 
meant a lot to her but there was a small sense of dissatisfaction that 
remained. The beginning of tears formed in Cathy's eyes. Cathy 
couldn't help but wonder why she had to beg for the words rather 
than have then offered freely. She grabbed the glass of water and 
took a sip in an attempt to fight back the tears.

Lisa understood better than anyone else the effect that the words 
could have on Cathy. She could also sense the dissatisfaction that 
Greg's words had invoked. She licked her lips and looked over at 
Harry. He shrugged his shoulders in that universal gesture to 
convey that he had no clue what the matter was.

Unaware that anything was wrong, Greg continued to play host. 
Before long, everyone had turned to their menus and selected their 
dishes. The waitress came, took their order, and then left. The 
conversation around the table was light hearted. The food was 
served and conversation came to an end. It didn't resume until 
everyone had finished eating. 

After the meal was over, Harry had the honor of driving Lisa 
home. It would have been better if Jack and June hadn't been 
sitting in the backseat. He managed to make the trip without any 
near collisions or traffic violations. Once he had parked the jeep in 
front of the house, Jack clapped him on the shoulder and said, 
"You really have to learn how to relax, Harry."

"Yes, sir," Harry said. He got out and held the seat forward so that 
Jack could climb out. He said, "Sorry. It's not really a good car for 
four passengers."

"That's okay. Reminds me of those old VW Bugs," Jack said with 
a smile. 

Lisa did the same on the other side of the jeep. June wasn't as 
understanding, but she resisted the temptation to make a comment. 
She had found it awkward getting in and out of the jeep. She 
decided that next time she would ride up front and let Lisa take the 
back seat. 

---

Arriving home, Greg went into his den and sat down at his desk. 
The evening had gone well. Harry had surprised him over dinner. 
He was very pleased and could tell that Jack had been surprised as 
well. Sharon came in carrying a tall glass filled with beer. She 
handed it to him and then sat down in the chair next to the desk. 
She smiled and said, "I think Harry had a good time."

"Yes, I think so too."

"I wish we had done that when he had gotten his learner's permit," 
Sharon said. 

Greg nodded his head in agreement. Clearing off a little space on 
his desk for the drink, he said, "I wish I had known."

"True. It's too late for wishing."

"If wishes were fishes, we'd all be throwing nets," Greg said with 
a sigh. He took a sip of the beer and then set the glass down.

"If money were honey, we'd all be stung," Sharon said with a 
smile. 

The reference to money reminded Greg of something he wanted to 
share with Sharon. Pointing to the stack of bills, he said, "Our 
account balance is increasing for a change. You have no idea how 
good that makes me feel."

"I'm glad," Sharon said. Getting ahead of the bills was important 
for the long term success of their new lifestyle. She stretched and 
said, "I'm going to head to bed. Give me about ten minutes to get 
ready for you."

"Are you going to wear the long hair tonight?"

"You'll see," she said with a wink. 

When she reached the door, Greg said, "Honey..."

"What?" she asked turning to look at him.

"I love you."

Grinning, Sharon said, "I love you too."

Sharon had just left when Harry returned home. When he walked 
past the den, Greg said, "Hey, Harry. Come here."

"Sure, Dad," Harry said entering the den and looking around. It 
was very seldom that he went into his father's special room. 
Growing up, the den had always been off limits.

"Did you and Jack have a little talk?"

Nodding, Harry said, "You might say that."

"What did he say?"

"He said that if I ever drank and then drove with Lisa in the car 
that he'd cut off my balls and feed them to me raw," Harry 
answered. 

Greg broke out laughing and hit his thigh. First it was the line with 
hunting and then this one. Chuckling, he said, "You've just got to 
love Jack. He's got a real way with words."

"I'm pretty sure he was serious," Harry said surprised by his 
father's reaction.

"I'm sure he was. I'll be just as serious the first time a boy comes 
by to give Cathy a ride in his car," Greg said. 

"You'd let him do that to me?" Harry asked with a frown. 

"Boy, you drink and drive with that little girl in your car and you'll 
have a hot dog to go with those balls," Greg said in a serious tone 
of voice.

"Hot dog?"

"Think about it," Greg said pointing a finger at him.

Harry thought about it and then looked down at his crotch where 
his father was pointing. His eyes got big when the coin dropped. 
"Oh."
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