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A Different Sort Of Lifestyle
Chapter 32: A Strike
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2006

Swallowing, Ted turned to look at the man standing behind him. 
Then he looked up to see the man's face. This was the largest man 
he had ever seen in his life. With a weak smile, he said, "Hello, 
sir."

The man looked down at Ted and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm Ted Brown and this is my friend Harry Anders," Ted 
answered with a slight quiver in his voice. Seeing the large man 
frown, he added, "We're in the class here with your daughter."

That the two boys were in the martial arts class with his daughter 
was obvious by their uniforms. Studying the small kid in front of 
him, the man didn't know what to think. His family had only been 
in town two weeks and the boys were already chasing his daughter. 
He shook his head and asked, "So what were you talking about?"

Harry answered, "We were inviting her to go bowling with us."

"Just the two of you and her?" 

"Daddy!" Amy said embarrassed by the grilling her father was 
giving the two boys. She glanced over at Ted thinking that he was 
kind of cute. She hoped that her father wouldn't scare him away. 

The man looked at his daughter and frowned. In a voice that 
wouldn't accept argument, he said, "Let me talk to these boys, 
Pumpkin."

"My girlfriend will be coming with us," Harry answered without 
missing a beat. 

"And where is this mystery girlfriend?" the man asked looking 
around and only seeing the three teenagers. All of the other 
students had left the dojo. 

"She's babysitting tonight. That's why Ted and I came down 
here," Harry answered.

"Bowling, you say?" He figured that the bowling alley was 
probably a major hangout for the teenagers in the area and that 
there would be drugs.

"Yes, sir," Ted answered thinking that he didn't know anything 
about bowling, but that didn't matter. He glanced over at Amy 
thinking that he'd walk through fire for a chance to date her. Of 
course, talking with her father seemed to be a lot harder than 
walking through fire.

Pointing behind Amy's father, Harry said, "The bowling alley is 
right across the street. I would be willing to pick Amy up, but I 
have to warn you that I've only had my driver's license for a little 
over a month."

"A little over a month," the man repeated in a less than 
complementary tone of voice while turning his attention to Harry. 
He wondered why the boy had mentioned his lack of experience 
driving.

"Yes, sir. I would understand if you didn't want her to ride with 
us."

"You would understand if I didn't want her to ride with you," the 
man repeated while studying Harry carefully. His impression of the 
two boys was improving, but they still had a long way to go before 
it reached an acceptable level.

"My father says that novice drivers are more likely to have an 
accident and that parents may not want their children to ride with 
me until they trust my driving skills," Harry said with a shrug of 
his shoulders.

"You're right. I don't trust you to drive my daughter."

Ted was tired of spending all of his time alone. He glanced at Amy 
and knew that he wanted to get to know her better. For once he 
was going to go after what he wanted. Having decided to go for 
broke; he looked Amy's father in the eye and said, "Perhaps you 
would like to join us."

Harry and Amy both turned to look at Ted as if he were out of his 
mind. Considering that Harry was terrified of Jack, he wondered 
how Ted had the nerve to make that suggestion. The last thing that 
Amy wanted was to have her father along on a date. Of course, it 
wouldn't be a real date according to Harry. 

Amy's father laughed at the expression on his daughter's face. 
Looking back down at Ted, he asked, "You'd take me along with 
you?"

"Yes, sir. Harry suggested that you didn't know how well he drove 
and couldn't trust him to pick up Amy. I realized that you didn't 
know us enough to trust us to be with your daughter. Well, I'm 
willing to put up with you for a night so that you can get to know 
me because I plan to ask Amy out. I'm talking about a real date 
including dinner, movie, and a goodnight kiss at the door," Ted 
said. 

Amy looked over at Ted amazed that any boy dared talk to her 
father like that. Her father looked down at Ted and laughed at the 
intense expression on his face. He appreciated the wording that 
Ted had used in saying that he would put up with him. Still 
chuckling, he said, "You're a feisty little fellow, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir," Ted answered wondering where the words he had 
spoken earlier had come from. He glanced over at Amy and 
smiled. He realized that he had just stepped in the fire pit for his 
walk through fire. He just hoped that it would lead to a chance to 
date her.  He squared his shoulders and said, "I intend to ask your 
daughter out on a real date."

Looking over at his friend with admiration, Harry said, "Way to 
go, Ted."

"You don't even know if she'll say yes," her father said amazed at 
the spunk the little guy was showing him. Every other boy 
interested in Amy folded when facing him. His 6'4" height and 
225 pounds tended to make the boys more than a little nervous. 

"I will," Amy said impulsively. 

Overjoyed at her statement, Ted's heart raced. His excitement was 
short-lived and came to a complete halt when her father said, 
"Hold on, Pumpkin. I've got to make sure that he's not the type 
that will rape you."

Eyes flashing and hands clenched, Ted stepped forward and, in a 
low growl, said, "I'd never do that."

Harry had never seen Ted so angry. Afraid that Ted would say 
something that he would later regret; he stepped forward and 
grabbed the arm of Amy's father. In a low voice, he said, "I need 
to tell you something."

The big man stared at Ted wondering what had caused the sudden 
change in the kid's demeanor. It seemed to him like there was only 
one explanation and he didn't like what it suggested. He suspected 
that the kid had been accused of rape and odds were good that he 
had actually committed it. He was ready to grab Amy and take her 
away from there until he caught the expression on Harry's face. He 
asked, "What do you need to tell me?"

"I need to tell you in private," Harry said glancing over at Ted. Ted 
was still staring at Amy's father with anger written on his face. It 
was obvious that Ted was about to lose control.

Deciding that there was no way he was going to let Ted go out 
with his daughter, he took Harry by the arm and led him a few 
steps away. Bending down, he said, "Tell me why I shouldn't turn 
twist him like a pretzel."

Harry glanced over at Ted and hoped that his friend would forgive 
him. It wasn't that the attack was a secret; it was just something 
that Ted never talked about. In a soft voice, he said, "Ted was 
attacked by a serial killer. The guy was trying to rape him. There's 
no way Ted would do that to someone else."

"Oh," Amy's father said looking over at Ted. He knew all about 
the serial killer being captured in the next town where he lived. 
Frowning, he said, "That was just a couple of months ago."

"That's right," Harry said although to him there were times when it 
seemed just like yesterday. Looking directly at Amy's father, he 
said, "Look, Ted's a good guy. He's really smart. I mean, he's way 
smarter than I am. Because of that, he gets picked on at school. He 
doesn't hate the bullies. He tolerates it because he's a nice guy."

Amy's father turned to look at Ted considering what the boy had 
been through. The young man had calmed down a little. Walking 
back to him, he said, "When is this bowling adventure?"

"We hadn't decided yet. We were just beginning to discuss it," Ted 
answered trying to get a handle on his anger. 

Harry said, "I'm working Friday and my girlfriend is babysitting 
this Saturday. We're both free on Thursday. Is that good for you, 
Ted?"

"That's fine with me," Ted answered. He looked over at Amy 
hoping that it would be a good night for her. Getting lost in Amy's 
eyes calmed him down.

Amy smiled and said, "Thursday is good for me."

Her father took a deep breath and looked across the room trying to 
make up his mind. He asked, "What time?"

"Seven?" Harry suggested.

"We'll be at the bowling alley at seven on Thursday," her father 
said. He looked over at his daughter and saw the excitement on her 
face. There was a tinge of disappointment in her expression that 
her father was going to be there, but at least she was getting out of 
the house and going on her first unofficial date.

"Excellent," Ted said with a smile. 

Amy looked over at Ted and said, "I'll see you Thursday."

"I'll see you Thursday," Ted replied. He found that he was getting 
lost in her eyes again.

After a minute of the two teenagers looking at each other like love 
sick puppies, her father pulled her away. Ted watched as they went 
to the car and drove off. Shaking his head, he turned to Harry and 
asked, "Have you ever seen anyone that pretty?"

"Yes. I'm dating her," Harry said with a nudge from his elbow. He 
said, "By the way, you didn't get her telephone number."

"I don't even know her last name," Ted said. He laughed and said, 
"I know what I want it to be."

"What?"

"Brown," Ted said. 

Ted arrived home and found that the note he had left on the table 
had not been moved. He crumpled it up and threw it in the trash 
can. He headed to his bedroom ready to shower and go to bed. It 
had been a very strange day.

In the other bedroom, Daryl and Shirley had just finished a very 
exhausting second round of sex. Shirley had ridden Daryl in the 
female superior position. Daryl had loved every minute of it. The 
sight of his wife riding him with her breasts bouncing up and down 
had been almost more than he could take. 

Shirley climbed off of him and settled onto the bed beside him. 
She rested her head on his shoulder and traced little patterns 
around his nipple with a finger. Sighing, she said, "I never knew it 
could be like this. I was such a fool."

Daryl said, "I should have tried harder to please you."

"You don't understand. I didn't want to be pleased. I resisted your 
efforts to please me. I thought I was supposed to act like a dutiful 
wife," she said hating herself.

"I don't understand. What do you mean by dutiful wife?" 

"You see, I believed that only poor and ignorant women got 
excited by sex. Smart women were above those baser feelings. I 
didn't want you to think that I was a poor and ignorant woman at 
heart because I got excited during sex. You have no idea how hard 
it was to keep from reacting to you," Shirley said with tears in her 
eyes. She had lain under him on many occasions imagining all 
kinds of ugly things in an attempt to control her reactions. 

"You thought that you weren't supposed to enjoy sex?" Daryl 
asked. He was floored by the suggestion that smart women weren't 
supposed to enjoy sex.

"Yes," Shirley said. 

Daryl was on the verge of telling her that he had never heard 
anything so stupid. At the last second, he stopped himself. Instead 
he asked, "What changed your mind?"

"I went to a sex therapist this morning," Shirley answered hoping 
that he wouldn't get angry. The sex therapist had told her that all 
women had the ability and right to enjoy sex. It would have been a 
crime by God to withhold pleasure from women because of 
intelligence or social class.

"So what was going on when I got home?" Daryl asked.

"The sex therapist told me to see if I was physically capable of 
having an orgasm after I told her that I had never had one. She 
recommended that I get a vibrator and see if I was able to achieve 
orgasm using it," Shirley answered. She lifted up to look at Daryl 
to see his reaction to her statement that she'd never had an orgasm.

Daryl had never tried to fool himself into believing that his wife 
was having orgasms. She didn't bother to fake it and he didn't 
bother pretending. He was pretty sure that she had orgasms that 
evening. He counted the first three, but lost track about that time. 
He asked, "And what did you find?"

"I had orgasms. Lots of them," Shirley answered hoping that he 
wouldn't be mad at her.

"Good. Maybe I can use that vibrator on you next time," Daryl 
said. 

"You're not mad at me?" Shirley asked.

"No, I'm not. I've got a feeling that you're going to be having lots 
of orgasms from now on," Daryl said. He knew that he was going 
to be sore in the morning. His lip was swollen from where she had 
broken the skin.

"Good."

Daryl lay on the bed for a minute and then started chuckling. 
Curious, Shirley asked, "What's so funny?"

"It's Tuesday night," Daryl answered. 

"If it is any consolation, you're invited back tomorrow night and 
the night after that and the night after that," Shirley said.

"Good."

Moving down his body, she came face to face with his cock. In all 
of their years of marriage, she had never looked at it. She reached 
out and touched his cock while moving to get a better look at it. 
The soft touch of her fingers excited Daryl and his organ reacted 
by filling up with blood. Looking up at him, she asked, "Would 
you like me to try sucking on it?"

"Oh, God," Daryl answered.

"I'll take that as a yes."

---

The next morning, Harry watched his mother and father eat 
breakfast. It was almost like he wasn't in the room with them. 
They were touching and flirting with each other. He'd never seen 
them act that way. He was happy they were back together, but his 
expectations had not included this kind of behavior. 

He examined his father and noticed that his father had a fat lip. 
Although curious about it, he chose not to ask. It seemed to him 
that it was better to follow a no ask - no tell policy. His mother, 
although dressed, hadn't fixed her hair. It was sticking out in every 
direction like she had applied hairspray while standing in a 
windstorm.

"By the way, I have a date Thursday night."

Daryl looked over at Ted in obvious confusion. He asked, "Did 
you just say that you had a date?"

"Yes," Ted answered with a firm nod of his head.

"With a girl?" Shirley asked in surprise.

"Yes."

"When did that happen?"

Looking from his mother to his father, he answered his question, 
"Last night."

"When last night?"

Surprised at the grilling he was receiving from his parents after 
being ignored since dinner the night before, Ted answered, "Last 
night after you two disappeared in your bedroom, I called Harry. 
We went to the martial arts place. I met a girl named Amy there. 
We have a date at the bowling alley at seven tomorrow night."

"You went out last night?" his father asked at the same time that 
his mother said, "You should have told us you were going out."

"Yes, I went out last night. I would have told you, but strange 
noises were coming out of your bedroom. I thought it best not to 
disturb you. I did leave a note on the kitchen table but apparently 
you never saw it."

His mother's face turned beet red and his father made an 
expression as if he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. 
They looked at each other for a second. Neither one could really 
get angry with him. Finally, his father said, "Okay. At least you 
left a note."

"So what is this girl like?" Shirley asked hoping to change the 
subject away from her activities of the previous evening. She 
wondered just how serious this date was and then realized that it 
was his first date.

Ted stared off into space as he recalled looking at Amy. In a soft 
voice, he said, "She's the same height as me. She has long 
chocolate brown hair that is silky smooth. She has bangs that come 
down to just above her eyebrows. She has the loveliest soft brown 
eyes. When you look into her eyes, it is like being hypnotized. She 
has the cutest button nose. Her lips just beg you to kiss them."

"She sounds cute," Shirley said amazed at the faraway look in his 
eyes when he described the girl. This young woman must have 
really made an impression on Ted.

Embarrassed at the comment about Amy's lips, Ted looked down 
at his plate. His plate was empty. Wanting to be alone with his 
thoughts, he said, "I better go outside and mow the lawn before it 
gets too hot."

"Go ahead, son. You might want to edge the walkway, too," Daryl 
said with a smile. He watched Ted race out of the kitchen. 

"Oh my," Shirley said when the door slammed behind Ted. Her 
little boy was smitten. She started to hope that the girl was a proper 
girl, but squashed the thought almost immediately. Instead, she 
hoped that the girl was a good girl who was in touch her feelings. 

"He's in love," Daryl said stretching out the word love. 

"I guess we'll be chauffeuring him on his dates," Shirley 
commented. She couldn't wait to see this girl. 

Ted pushed the lawnmower around the yard thinking about the 
previous evening. He couldn't believe how he had stood up to 
Amy's father. The man was a giant and could have crushed him 
like a bug. Only in the light of day did he realize that he had been 
willing to attack that giant if he had called him a rapist a second 
time. A shudder went though his body at the thought of what that 
man would have done to him.

He stopped to pick up the morning paper realizing that his father 
hadn't come out to pick it up that morning. Opening it, he looked 
at the picture on the front page. His stomach dropped when he saw 
that it was Amy's father. He read the headline above the picture 
aloud, "Police Dept Has New Chief." 

Reading the article, he discovered a few things that he hadn't 
learned the previous night. The father's name was Victor Harmon 
and he had been a highly decorated detective in Los Angeles 
before accepting a position at the local police department. 

---

Idly stirring her coffee, Vicki kept sneaking glances at her 
daughter. Her husband had told her about finding Amy talking 
with the two boys. He hadn't been all that impressed until he had 
spent an hour checking their backgrounds. Once Amy had finished 
her breakfast, Vicki said, "Your father told me about the boys."

"What boys?" Amy asked. Only one boy had registered in her 
mind the night before.

"You know, the two boys at the martial arts place."

Sighing as she remembered the way that Ted had looked at her, 
Amy said, "Oh, yeah. There was a second boy there. His name was 
Terry or something like that."

"And the other one?"

"I guess you want to know about Ted," Amy said wishing that her 
parents wouldn't pry so much into her life. That was the problem 
with having a father who was a police detective. She mentally 
corrected herself, a police chief. 

"Yes, I'd like to know about Ted," Vicki said. She looked at her 
daughter and noticed that her voice changed when she said his 
name.

"He's just too cute," Amy said. She leaned forward putting her 
elbow on the table and rested her chin on the palm of her hand. Her 
eyes got a dreamy expression.

"You don't say."
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