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CHAPTER 90

When I switched on the nightstand light I expected to see Monique, but
surprisingly it was Marla.  She was wearing the bathrobe she wore at
the spa and her eyes were shining like two dark marbles. She came to
the side of the bed, looked at me for a second then she untied the
sash and let the robe slip to the floor. 
She was naked!
I was about to ask what was going on when she dropped to her knees
alongside the bed and kissed me. It was a long sensuous kiss with a
lot of tongue. I put my arms around her and I was returning the kiss
when she pulled the covers aside, reached into my shorts and took hold
of my rapidly hardening cock. When she touched it, it startled me and
I broke the kiss to ask what was happening, but before I could, she
put her finger to her lips to silence me and she moved down, pulled my
shorts aside and took me into her mouth. 
She didn't make love to my cock, she started sucking, licking and
jacking me all at once. It felt really good, but I soon realized she
just wanted me to come as quickly as possible. Regardless of why she
was doing it, it didn't take long until I began to feel the familiar
tightness in my groin. We'd been together enough that I guess she
could tell when I was getting ready, because just before I came, she
pulled her head back, closed her eyes and held my cock while I
exploded all over her face and neck.
It took me a second to recover, and when I looked at her she was
rubbing my sperm all over her face with one hand, while she pulled on
her nipples with the other. I had never seen her so turned on.
When I was finally able, I squeaked out, "Uhh, Marla, what's going
on." 
She didn't answer; instead she threw herself on top of me, moved her
pussy close to my face and said, "Make me come, Pete, Hurry!"
What followed was amazing. 
Her body smelled like she had just got of the shower, but the lips of
her pussy were red, swollen, and the smell of her arousal was more
powerful than any time I'd been with her. I touched my tongue to her
slit and her body jerked like I'd touched her with a flame and she
moaned and began running her fingers through my hair. I ran my tongue
along her slit a few times, then I pushed my tongue inside her and I
began to taste her. She responded with a long low moan and when I drew
one of the outer lips of her pussy into my mouth and began to lick the
velvet smoothness under it, she began to shudder. I was only at it for
a few seconds when she whispered, "My clit Pete, suck my clit!"
Her little transparent button was so swollen it was trying to push its
way out from under its hood and the minute I touched my tongue to it,
she shook violently and started coming. I had never been with anyone
who came so hard so soon, and she seemed to continue coming as long as
I kept my tongue on her. Before long my face and chest were covered
with her juices and she was grunting and moaning so loudly I was
afraid the other people on the floor would hear us. Then, after one
particularly violent spasm she collapsed on top of me and lay there
panting. 
I was so wet I got up to get a towel. When I got to the bathroom the
door was ajar. I thought I closed it when I came from my shower, but I
guess it didn't latch. So I got the towel, and this time I locked the
door behind me. When I got to the bed, Marla was curled into a little
ball and she was still shaking, so I got in beside her, pulled the top
sheet over us and asked, "You okay?"
She snuggled against me and said, "I shouldn't smoke grass. It makes
me crazy."
I hugged her close and said, "Well, I'm glad that I was the one you
got crazy with, but umm, why me, why not Jay?"
"I like Jay a lot. I like him so much I didn't want to screw things up
by sleeping with him on the first night. Guys are weird about things
like that."
"So you came to me instead?"
She turned to face me and said, "Yes. I did it for a couple reasons. I
was horny as hell, plus you know how I feel about you and it looks
like I'm going to be living down here for a while and I may not be
able to be with you again."
"Why? La Jolla isn't that far away."
"I know, but Jay has made it clear that he likes me. He said he was
going to come down here every weekend and he's going to sweep me off
my feet. I think I'm going to let him."
"He seems like a good guy, I guess you could do worse. But I'll miss
you."
"I'll miss you too. You changed my life and I'll never forget it. If
only you were a little older I'd never let you get away."
I pulled her to me and kissed her. 
I could taste my sperm on her lips and smell it on her body, but it
was mine and it actually was kind-of sexy. 
I held her close for a while then I asked, "How did you know Monique
wasn't in here?"
"She was in the shower when I got to my room. After she finished I
went in to rinse off and when I got out I asked her if she was going
to join you in your room. She said no, so I asked her if she minded if
I did."
"You asked her if it was okay! What did she say?"
"Nothing, she just shrugged."
"She didn't seem to be bothered at all?"
"I'm not sure, she's difficult to read. We've been with her all week,
and both Tammy and I really like her. It's hard to get past that
beautiful exterior but once you do there's a very sweet girl there.
But something strange is going on with her. We think it has something
to do with you, but she wouldn't tell us what it was."
"So you guys talked about me?"
"For the first few days you're all we talked about."
"Really, what did you say?"
She smiled, then she said, "We decided that for a high-school kid you
were kinda cute," She kissed me again and she added, "Are we going to
talk all night or are you gonna fuck me?" 
I grinned and said, "So, you don't mind making love with a little kid
like me?"
She said, "There is nothing little about you, young man," and she
reached down and grabbed my cock. I immediately started to respond,
and in an instant I was hard again. I got up and went to my pants to
get my wallet. When I pulled out a condom I glanced over at her. She
was lying on her back with her legs spread wide, rubbing her pussy. 
I don't remember ever seeing such a lustful look on a girl's face
before and it was a huge turn-on. 
When I tore the wrapper from the condom, she held up her hand and
said, "Let me."
I lay down beside her and she took my cock in her hand. She kissed the
head and ran her tongue around it until I was hard as steel, then she
slipped on the condom. I started to get on top of her, but she said,
"No," and she pushed me on my back and got on her knees on top of me.
She guided my cock to her opening and settled down until just the head
was inside her and stopped. Then she closed her eyes, leaned her head
back and began massaging her clit with her fingers. 
She didn't move her body, instead, she did something with the muscles
in her pussy and it felt like she was massaging the head of my cock.
It felt fantastic. She did that for over a minute, then she started to
tremble and sank down a little farther. I was more than half way in
her when she stopped again. I felt her pussy contract, she made a
little squeaking noise and she came. 
It was fascinating watching her. Hot fluid ran out of her and down my
penis. She seemed to be really into what she was doing. I had never
seen her, or any girl, as hot and horny as she was. Her pussy was so
tight around me it felt like the head of my cock was in a velvet vise.
She sat motionless for a few seconds, then her head began swaying back
and forth. It was like she was in a world of her own. I was wondering
if she even knew it was me inside her, when in a shaky voice she said,
"Oh God Pete, you have such a wonderful cock."
She sank a little lower, and when she got more of me inside her she
cried out a little, stopped, and seemed to come again. I felt her body
sway, so I pulled my knees up and she leaned back against my legs. 
She held herself that way for a few seconds, then she relaxed and let
herself slide down until the head of my cock was touching something
inside her. When it did, she made a long, low, growling noise and
pushed herself down even more. Suddenly there was a lot of pressure on
the head of my dick. I was worried I was hurting her, so I pulled her
forward until she was lying on my chest. That relieved some of the
pressure, but I was still jammed inside her. 
She didn't move for so long I thought she might have fallen asleep. My
dick was still hard, but I wasn't very comfortable and I was thinking
about a way to get out from under her, when she lifted her body until
she was supporting herself by her arms and she began thrusting against
me. She started slowly at first, then went faster and faster until she
was slamming herself into me. Drops of fluid were gushing from her
pussy, and the bed around us was getting soaked. 
What she was doing should have been a real turn-on. I was having sex
with a pretty girl and I should have been able to lose myself in the
situation. But I couldn't. I was having sex with someone I liked a
lot, but we weren't making love, we were just fucking. It felt okay,
but I almost felt like I was a utensil of some kind and for some
reason it was disappointing and it bothered me.
I don't know how long Marla kept it up. In the beginning I tried to
meet her thrusts, but she was in some kind of frenzy and after while I
just lay there. She continued for a long time, then her movements
became erratic and she started to get dry. I think she would have
continued, but I was afraid the friction might injure her so I grabbed
her, pulled her off and held her against me. She trembled for a few
seconds then she dropped her head on my shoulder, put her arms around
me and hugged me.
Her body was practically steaming and she was covered with
perspiration, so after a minute or so I moved away from her and sat
up. I tried to sit her up as well, but she kept trying to lie down, so
I gently lowered her, and when I tried to talk to her, she mumbled and
pulled herself into a little ball. 
She lay quietly for a second then suddenly she began shaking. I looked
closely to see if something was the matter and I realized she was
crying. It was softly at the beginning, but she started sobbing and
soon it was followed by a torrent of tears.
At a loss what to do, I tried to ask her what was wrong, but she kept
waving me away. Finally I grabbed her and pulled her to me. I held her
until the sobbing stopped then I said, "Okay, did I do something to
cause this?"
She didn't move for a minute, then she pulled away from me, and with
tears running down her face she shook her head, then she said, "Be
right back," and ran to the bathroom. 
A minute later I heard the shower start, so I took the opportunity to
straighten the bed. It was a mess. Everything but the top sheet was on
the floor, and the bottom sheet was sopping wet. So I took it off. 
I noticed that the mattress pad seemed to have a plastic coating of
some kind and it struck me that this might not have been the first
time something wet had been on it. I wiped the pad with the dry parts
of the sheet and I went to the window, opened it, and put the sheet
next to it to dry.
Marla came back a few minutes later with a towel around her. She
looked at me and said, "I'm uhh, sorry."
"Don't worry about it. Are you okay now?"
"Uh-huh. Do you want to rinse off?"
"Will you be here when I come back?"
"Yes, I want to talk to you." 
I dashed in for a quick rinse and when I came out she was sitting on
the bed wrapped in her robe, looking at the ocean. It was getting
chilly so I put on my robe as well and I sat down next to her. 
After a minute she said, "You didn't come, did you?"
"No, but that's okay."
She put her hand on my leg and said, "Do you want me to, uuh..."
"No, forget about that. Tell me why you were so upset."
She sighed, then she said, "Remember when I told you about what
happened with Rich's friends that night at the party?"
"Yes."
"There's more to that story, I was as much to blame as they were. I
was very self-destructive back then. I shouldn't have gone to the
party that night. I knew better. I knew Rich's reputation and I was
asking for trouble. I used to smoke grass a lot and I was loaded
before I even got to the party. I like to think that grass or liquor
was responsible for what happened, but it was me, it was all my
fault."
It looked like she was going to cry again, so I grabbed her by the
shoulders and said, "Bull shit! What you did with his friend was a
mistake, but what happened after that wasn't. They raped you, and that
wasn't your fault. But what does that have to do with tonight?"
"I wonder if I haven't done something stupid again."
"What do you mean?"
"Jay seems like a great guy. I think he could be what I've been
looking for."
"So?"
"So, I'm in here with you. I might be jeopardizing any chance I have
with him because I'm in here fucking you. What if he finds out?"
"He won't unless you tell him. But if you're so worried about that,
why did you come here?" 
 "Like I said, grass makes me crazy. As soon as Jay dropped me off I
started thinking about you and the next thing I knew I was over here."
"But why were you crying just now?"
"It's because of how you make me feel. I love having sex with you. I
couldn't wait to make love to you and I guess I got carried away.
Grass does that. Once I got here I wanted to make love to you all
night tonight, but after a while I got exhausted and just as I was
about to collapse, you pulled me off you and you just held me. Guys
don't do that, Pete. When things get a little strange, guys usually
want to get away as fast as they can. But you didn't, you just held me
and as soon as I could think straight, I realized two things. I had
never felt so safe in my whole life and I knew I had to get away from
you."
"I don't get it. If you feel safe around me why do you want to get
away from me?"
"Because I don't want to only feel safe when you're around."
"Why? I'll always be here for you."
"No you won't! You're seventeen and you have other things to do. I
don't want to depend on you. If I have a boyfriend or a husband some
day, I want him to be the one to look out for me. In the mean time I'm
going to have to start looking out for myself."
"Couldn't I just be there for you for a while?"
"No. You've done too much for me already. You mean a lot to me Pete.
After what went on with those guys in high school I felt terrible
about myself for a long time. I went from guy to guy and each one was
worse than the last. I was a mess until you came into my life. I
didn't think it was possible, but you made it all go away and my life
is better now than I ever hoped it could be. You're responsible for it
all and I'll never forget you, but I can't be too close to you because
I can't trust myself when you're around."
"So I can't be part of your life anymore?"
"Of course you can! I just can't do stupid things like we did
tonight."
"You think what we did tonight was stupid?"
"It was on my part. There are other people here and I should have been
able to control myself."
"Do you think you were out of control?"
"Of course I was. I should have listened to Tammy. She told me I had
to be careful around you."
"Why, was she afraid I would do something bad to you?"
"No, she told me I'd fall in love with you."
"Did you?"
"A little bit, I guess. You're easy to love, Pete. Your folks raised
you right. You do things for people and don't expect anything in
return. That's very unusual today."
"You do it too. Look at all the time you spent at the clinic and the
people you helped?"
I hugged her to me and we sat quietly for a while. Then she looked at
me and said, "It seems that Tammy and I have a lot in common. She told
me a little about what her life was like before she met you and what
you and your family did for her. That was a pretty amazing thing to
do."
"She deserved it, she's a great girl."
"She loves you, you know."
"I know she does, and I love her."
"Are you bothered that she's marrying someone else?"
"No, it's not that kind of love. Tony is a great guy and I couldn't be
happier for her."
"What kind of love do you have for her?"
It took me a minute to organize my thoughts before I said, "I don't
know how much she told you about her former life, but what she went
through would make your hair curl. When I first met her she was pretty
messed up. Some awful things had just happened to her, she was very
ill and had been badly mistreated. I found her and brought her to our
place, but it was my Mom and my Aunt who nursed her back to health. I
saw a poor broken girl, but they saw something else. In spite of what
she'd been through they saw strength, intelligence and character.
Somehow they knew that all she needed was someone to nurture her and
let her know she was safe in order to bring it out. And boy, were they
right. She's turned into a wonderful woman and she's so smart it's
scary. When I first met her she was a frightened young girl, now she's
the head of a successful business and Amy says that she's going to
take WE to places nobody imagined possible."
"I can vouch for that. I know something of her plans. If things work
out there's practically no end in sight.
"And you're a part of it."
"Yes I am, thanks to you. By the way, she umm, told me that you and
she were together for a while."
I stopped for a minute then I continued with, "We spent some time with
each other but we weren't really together. She just needed someone and
I was there."
"I think it was a lot more than that for her. She said that she wanted
to be with you more than anything but she could tell you weren't
ready."
"Well, I was pretty young. Maybe if she'd stayed around we might still
be together, but did she tell you that as soon as she was able, she
left for LA?"
 "She said she was offered a great job. Besides that, she thought you
were involved with someone else and she didn't want to interfere. Were
you?"
I didn't answer. I sat there for a while, thinking about the times
Tammy was in my bed and I wondered if she knew about Kate. 
Finally, Marla broke into my reverie with, "I'm sorry, it's none of my
business, but while we're on the subject, what about me?"
"What about you?"
She had an anxious look on her face when she asked, "Do you think I
have character?"
"Absolutely! I saw how you helped Desi and I bet if I went to the
clinic I could find a lot of other people who would say you have
character and more."
She said, "Thank you," then she sat thinking for a minute before she
asked, "Are you bothered by the way I acted tonight when we were
making love?"
"I was a little concerned; why did you?"
"It's because I get a little nuts when I'm around you. You brought Jay
and me together this weekend and I like him. Maybe something will
happen between us. I'd like that. He seems like a nice guy, I know
he's interested and this might be the start of something good for me.
So what do I do? The first chance I get, I risk everything and come to
you. You rock my world Pete. You've taken me places both sexually and
emotionally I've never been before and it would be easy for me to lose
myself in you. But neither of us wants that. I have to get on with my
life and so do you. When we were making love, I realized it might be
for the last time and I guess I kind-of lost it."
There were things I wanted to say but nothing seemed appropriate, so I
just sat there holding her.

The next thing I knew it was morning and I was wakened from a sound
sleep by someone knocking on my door. I looked over for Marla but she
wasn't there, so I groaned, "Yeah, come in." Jay stuck his head in and
said, "C'mon Pete, the day's half over. Throw on some clothes and meet
us on the deck. We'll have a quick cup of coffee and go for a run."
Still mostly asleep, I barely remember getting up, getting dressed and
going up on deck. The first thing I really remember was seeing both
Jay and Lane dressed in sweats and looking entirely too awake.
I asked, "Where are the girls?"
Jay answered, "Let them sleep, it's still kind-of early."
I didn't realize how early until I looked at my watch, then I yelled,
"Are you guys crazy? It's not even six o'clock!"
Jay laughed, then he handed me a cup of something hot. It tasted awful
and when I made a face, he laughed and said, "Drink up, that's our
special morning blend. It's got a lot of chicory in it and it's
guaranteed to get your heart started."
They both gulped theirs down, but one more gulp was all I could
handle. Then Jay said, "Let's go, there's a bakery down by the marina.
It's only a mile or so from here and they make bagels fresh every
morning. Let's run down there and pick up some while they're still
warm."
The 'mile or so' turned out to be closer to three. Both Jay and Lane
were obviously used to running and they set a pretty-good pace. I was
able to keep up, but on the way back, two or three hours sleep began
to tell on me, and by the time we got to the house I was bushed.
When we got inside the door, Jay said, "I'll get some stuff from the
kitchen, see you on deck," so Lane and I went upstairs. The girls were
up there drinking coffee. Marla and Meg were talking about something
and when I said hello, they both nodded. My shirt was drenched with
sweat and Meg grinned and looked like she was going to say something,
when Lane came up and began talking to her. 
Monique was standing by the railing looking at the ocean, so I went
over and asked, "Did you sleep well?"
She nodded then she turned to me. Her eyes were expressionless when
she said, "What about you?"
I knew that Marla told her she was coming to my room, so I said,
"Marla came by and we talked for a while, but after she left I slept
okay."
She raised an eyebrow and said, "All you did was talk?"
It was obvious that she suspected there was more to it than that and I
was at a loss what to say. My first thought was to tell her that what
happened between us was none of her business, but I was supposed to be
with her this weekend and I began to be ashamed of myself. So all I
said was, "Yeah; that was all."
There was a minute of awkward silence, then a squeal from Meg
announced that Jay had showed up carrying a tray with the bagels, jam
and a tub of cream cheese. 
When Jay sat the tray down close to Lane, he looked at Meg and asked,
"Can I fix you one?"
Meg had been standing on the opposite side of the table staring at the
tray. I knew the look, she was about to attack the bagels. But when
Lane asked to fix her one, she looked surprised; then she smiled, sat
down and said, "Sure."
I offered to fix one for Monique, but she shook her head, poured
herself some coffee and headed back to the railing.
I watched her go and I sat for a minute. It was obvious that she was
upset. I wanted to find out if Marla had said something to her about
last night. Jay had gone back downstairs to get something, so I went
to Marla and asked, "Did you say something to Monique about last
night?"
"No, but she's upset isn't she?"
"Uh-huh."
"What did you tell her about last night?
"I said that all we did was talk for a while."
She looked at Monique for a few seconds, then she said, "Let me go
talk to her."
She started to go, then she stopped and said, "If she asks, what would
you like me to say about you and her?"
"What do you mean?"
"How do you feel about her? Is this weekend just a casual thing or do
you want to spend some time with her?"
What she said surprised me and I answered, "I haven't really thought
about it. Do you think she might like to be with me for a while?"
"Maybe, why don't I ask her?"
"Uhh, okay."
Marla went over to her and as I watched them I thought about what was
happening. Did I really want a girl friend? The thought of being with
Monique was fascinating, but she could have any man in the world, why
would she want to be with me? And if we did get together, how long
would it be before some rich guy came along and took her away?
I was still watching them, when Jay came up with a tray of freshly
sliced and trimmed melon slices. He set it down and when he called to
Marla, she held her hand up in a "Hold-on" gesture. 
Jay, Lane and I each took piece of melon, but Lane didn't eat his, he
moved toward Meg and held it in front of her mouth. With a surprised
look, she took in about half of it, and when she did, Lane bent toward
her and took the opposite half in his mouth. They paused for a second
with their lips less than an inch apart. Then Meg bit down a little on
her half. Lane did the same thing, but neither of them pulled back. 
Lane was the first to move. He bit through his piece, swallowed,
waited until Meg did the same, then he put his arms around her neck,
pulled her to him and kissed her. She closed her eyes and kissed him
back. It was a nice kiss. It went on for a while but not too long, and
there were no gymnastics, just a sweet, tender kiss. I guessed it
might have been their first, because when they pulled back both of
their faces were flushed. 
I was so intent on watching them I didn't see Marla until she was next
to me. She'd been watching them too and she was smiling at them when
she bent to me and said, "Go talk to Monique."
"What did you tell her?"
"I told her nothing happened between us. All we did was talk about
her, and that you want to start dating her."
"Oh. Uhh, thanks."
"Why are you hesitant? You want to be with her don't you?"
It only took me an instant to make up my mind, and I said, "Sure, do
you think she would like to start going out with me?"
"She's with you this weekend isn't she?"
"Yeah, but..."
"Go ahead and ask her, you might be surprised?"
Monique was at the rail watching me as I walked over to her. Suddenly
I was nervous. What would it be like dating her? She's a working
model. That means she could be gone a lot. Is that the kind of girl I
want to be with? When I got to her she had an odd, almost frightened
look on her face when she said, "Marla says you would like to start
going out with me. What exactly does that mean?"
"It means I'd like to start going out with you on a regular basis."
"So, you umm, want me to be your girlfriend?"
"Well, uhh yes."
She looked at me for a few seconds, then she turned away and stared at
the ocean for a full minute before she said, "I've never had a
boyfriend."
I wasn't sure she was serious, so I tried to make things light and I
said, "Don't worry; I'll make it as painless as possible."
"I'm not kidding Pete. I've done nothing but focus on my career and
I've been afraid to try dating. As a matter of fact I've never even
had a real date. I've had offers from photographers, people in the
business and an occasional client, but I always said no. The girls I
work with date all the time and some of them sleep with everyone they
go out with. But I never did. I can't bring myself to do that kind of
thing. You're the only man I've ever been with, and I'm not sure if I
know how to be a girlfriend."
I was stunned. If what she said was true she had to be fragile and I
knew if I pursued this I would have to be very careful. I was
wondering if it would be worth the effort when she looked up at me.
One look at that beautiful face was all it took. I was hooked. I
decided that whatever it took was worth it, so I pulled her to me and
said, "Why don't we work it out together," and I kissed her.
She was stiff at first, but she seemed to warm up to what was
happening and she finally returned my kiss. But I could tell she was
nervous, so I didn't push things.
We walked hand-in-hand back to the table, to find things had warmed up
there as well. Meg was sitting on Lane's lap. She had her arm around
his neck and he was feeding her bite-size pieces of bagel and melon.
Jay and Marla were sitting close together. He had his hand over hers
and they were laughing about something. When we walked up Jay stood up
and said, "Lane and I have something special planned for this evening
that we think you'll like. There'll be dinner, dancing and some fun
stuff, and before you ladies ask, the dress code is bathing suits."
I said, "I thought you said we were going somewhere fancy?"
He answered, "We are," then he turned to Monique and said, "We won't
be going in the water, so wear that special bathing suit you had on
yesterday."
Marla broke in with, "Wait a minute, how fancy is this thing going to
be?"
Jay shrugged, "Pretty fancy, why?"
Marla turned and whispered something to Monique and Meg. They talked
quietly for a few seconds then Marla pointed her finger at Jay and
said, "Okay Buster, you tell us more about this right now or we're not
going."
Jay looked at Lane, then he made a face and said, "But we want this to
be a surprise."
Marla said, "You can still surprise us, but if this going to be really
fancy there are some things we need to do."
"Like what?"
"Like hair and make-up and things. C'mon, you have to give us a hint."
Jay gave her a sheepish look and said, "Oh. Well, it's called 'The
Bikini Bash' and it's an annual event. It's a charity thing and it's
by invitation only."
Marla asked, "So, where is it?" 
"It's on a yacht and some of the heaviest hitters in the country will
be there. It's a pretty fancy thing."
Marla put her hands on her hips and complained, "And you were going to
let us go there without..." She stopped, shook her head and mumbled
"Men," under her breath. Then she motioned to Meg and Monique and the
three of them went to the railing and began talking. A few minutes
later she turned to Jay and said, "We have to go to where we're
staying. We have stuff there we need. How much time do we have?" 
"We have to leave here by four-thirty."
Marla looked at her watch and said, "Okay, here are your choices. You
can either let us borrow your car or you can drive us there and wait
while we get ready."
Jay grinned and asked, "Can I watch while you get ready?"
She answered, "Not a chance, gimme the keys."
Jay rolled his eyes, handed his car keys to her, and with a squeal,
the girls left.
They were only gone a few seconds when Lane started laughing. He
walked in front of Jay took him by the shoulders and said, "I've
watched you with girls and you're usually in charge when they're
around. I think this time you may have met your match."
Jay smiled back at Lane, shook his head and replied, "I don't know
what it is about her. When I'm around her I get a little stupid. But
speaking of stupid, what's with that melon thing, I never saw you do
stuff like that." 
Lane actually blushed before he said, "She's uhh, a very different
girl. It's been a long time since I met someone so full of life."
I'd noticed that he and Meg were getting along well and it made me
feel good. But I was surprised when he turned to me and said, "Thanks
for bringing her along Pete. Have umm, you and she been dating?"
I was about to answer when Jay said, "Be right back, I gotta go to the
head."
He left and when I looked at Lane, he appeared to be waiting for an
answer, so I said, "No, I work with her, is all."
"So you wouldn't mind if I asked her out again?"
"No. Not at all."
"Why not, she's a very pretty girl?"
Something about his tone irritated me, and I stared at him for a
minute before I asked, "Are you interrogating me?"
He looked down for a few seconds before he said, "I'm sorry. It's been
a while since I was interested in someone." 
It seemed like he was sincere, so I decided to lighten up, and I tried
to paint a nice picture of Meg. So I said, "Okay, I'll tell you what I
know about her. You're right about her being pretty. I think she's a
fox. We've never dated because when I asked her out she said I was too
young for her. I don't know a lot about her, but I can tell you she
works hard and she's good at what she does. I know, because she's been
a big help to me. As far as I know she doesn't have a boyfriend and
she says she doesn't date a lot. That's about all I know, except to
say that I like her and she deserves someone nice. Jay says you're a
good guy, so if you like her I think you should go for it. You could
do a lot worse."
He thanked me then he added, "Jay says he told you about my situation.
It's been a long time since I was excited about someone new and I'm
out of touch with the dating thing." 
I grinned and said, "Well, that melon trick seemed to work, so I guess
you haven't completely lost your touch."
We were both laughing when Jay came back and said, "I'm gonna relax
for a while," and he lay down on one of the lounge chairs. That
sounded like a good idea, so I grabbed one too.
Lane said, "I'm gonna go to my room. Some things are going on at the
office and I have to make some phone calls."
He left, and as I began to relax, the events from last night and only
a few hours sleep started to catch up to me. I was almost asleep when
Jay said, "Pete?"
"Uh-huh."
"I stopped by Marla's room last night to wish her goodnight and she
wasn't there. Was she with you?"
My first thought was to say that she might have been with Meg or
Monique but that would have meant getting them involved. So thinking
fast I said, "Yeah, she came by. She wanted to talk about you."
"Really, what did she say?"
"She said she likes you."
"No kidding! That's good news, I like her too."
"How much?"
"A lot."
"Enough to stick around for a while?"
"Maybe; why do you ask?"
"She's my friend and I don't want to see her get hurt."
"She won't get hurt; you have my word on it. I won't kid you Pete;
I've played around a lot. But if she'll have me, I'm done with all
that. There's something about Marla that really grabs me and I
wouldn't do anything to hurt her."
 I lay there for a while thinking about what he said. I wondered how
he would he feel if he knew what happened between Marla and I last
night. She told me she really liked Jay. If so, why did she come to my
room? I decided that women were difficult to understand. Jay told me
before that something about Marla fascinates him, and I think I
understand. Sylvia affects me that way. I was thinking about what it
was like being in her arms and I guess I fell asleep, because the next
thing I knew someone was tugging at me and I awoke and stared up at a
beautiful face.  

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