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Subject: {ASSM} The Trailer Park - The Fifth Year - Part 2[03/08]: Music and Lyrics by Wizard (mf, slow)
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[Section 3 of 8]


   The Trailer Park The Fifth Year: Music and Lyrics

   Wizard


   The ride home was crowded.  With one sister, three cousins, a
girlfriend, a cheerleader and a quarterback in the van with me, we had to
take turns inhaling.  Hailey behaved, though probably only because the
steering wheel would have been in her way.

   We got back to town just before six and dropped Darlene and Robbie, then
took a tour of the town.  It was supposed to be a quick tour, but I think I
put more miles on the van in town than between Seattle and here.  Tami and
Traci kept calling out landmarks to show the cousins, but the landmarks
they selected always seemed to be across town from wherever we were.

   * * *

   "It's about time," Mom said when we walked in the door after seven. 
From the look Dad passed me, Mom had been worrying.

   I gave her a hug.  "Think I forgot how to drive safe just because I had
cousins in the car."

   "No.  It's just..."

   I hugged her again.  "You know I'm a safe driver."

   "I know but..."

   Want to compare traffic tickets?" I asked with a grin.  "We could go
lifetime, the last year, the last three months, or just the weekend."

   Mom blushed.  She'd gotten a ticket on the way to Seattle.  She averaged
three of four a year.  "That's not the point," she protested.

   "And the point would be?"

   Mom looked exasperated.

   Dad laughed.  "Give it up.  You haven't won an argument with him since
we moved from California."

   "You're a lot of help," she accused.

   Dad smiled.  "I'm not getting in this.  I haven't won an argument since
he hit double digits."

   Mom looked up at the ceiling, shaking her head, then smiled and looked
at me.  "Go ahead and show them around the trailer.  I've picked up Traci's
room, so they should be safe if they've had their shots."

   "It wasn't that bad," Traci whined.

   Mom stared at her.  "Do you really want to discuss it now?  You, I win
arguments with."

   I led the cousins toward the back while behind us, Traci muttered
something about life, brothers, and fair.

   * * *

   When we got back to the front of the house, Mom was in the process of
grilling some ham and cheese sandwiches.  I gave her a quick hug since
she'd picked up my room, too, and made my bed.  I'm not as big a slob as
Traci, but I'm not one of those a-place-for-everything-and
everything-in-it's-place kind of guys, either.

   We settled down to eat, Traci and the cousins at the table, Tami sitting
across my lap on the sofa, and Mom sitting across Dad's lap in his chair. I
wondered for the millionth time if they'd ever learn to act their age, then
decided to give them a break 'cause I knew Tami and I would be just as bad
and just as embarrassing to our kids someday.

   "Tony, didn't you study tax law in one of your classes this year?" Dad
asked with a suspicious smile.

   "Well, I haven't passed the bar or anything, but yeah."

   "I was just wondering...." Everyone was watching him now.  "Since Tami
takes at least half her meals here, can we claim her on our taxes."

   Tami turned a delicious shade of red.

   "I think she has to sleep here too.  But in the spirit of saving you
money on your taxes, I'm willing to share my room." I ignored Tami's elbow
in my stomach as I grinned back at him.

   "See what you started," Mom said, pretending to be angry.  If I wasn't
sleeping on the couch tonight, he might be, and the couch is lumpy.

   Traci was whispering back and forth with the cousins.  I had a feeling
they were hearing all about the day that Traci tried to be a good sister
and talked Mom into buying me a laser printer.

   * * *

   Traci and Tami did the dishes while Mom and Dad decided to take a drive.
I stepped behind Hailey, slipped my arms around her stomach, and nibbled on
her neck.  "Let's you and me find someplace more private," I whispered.

   Hailey's face lit up.  She glanced at Tami's back, then nodded.  I took
Hailey's hand, winked at Cinnamon and Wynter, and led my cousin toward my
bedroom.

   I shut the door and smiled at her.  Hailey grinned and shed her t-shirt
in a quick and well-practiced move.  She wasn't wearing a bra, but then,
she really didn't need it.

   "I've been waiting for this," I whispered, giving her body a quick
inspection.

   Hailey was still grinning.  "Hey!  I, like, so didn't think we'd get
to..."

   I pointed at my desk chair.  "Sit."

   Hailey's head cocked slightly.  "Not on the bed?"

   I stepped to her, leaned down, and kissed the top of her left breast. 
"Sit," I repeated.

   Hailey sat.

   "This is going to be so good," I whispered seductively.

   Hailey nodded, looking expectant.

   "Hailey..."

   "Yes..."

   "How was the state of Israel created?" I whispered, still trying to
sound seductive.

   "What?" she exploded.  From the living room I heard laughter.

   "How did Israel come to be?" I asked in my normal voice.

   "But, I thought, like, we..."

   "We are.  We're going to study."

   "But...  But it's Saturday night."

   "Your point?" I asked.

   "Hey!  Like, nobody studies on a Saturday night.  Nobody cool."

   Considering the number of Saturdays I studied or wrote papers, I should
be offended by that.  "Tell you what.  I was planning on spending two hours
tonight..."

   "Two hours," she groaned.

   I nodded.  "But I'll make you a deal.  We'll call Robbie.  You're not
going to tell me she's not cool.  If she's studying right now, then we'll
work for three hours.  If she's not, I know where some good parties are."

   Hailey perked up at the word party, then looked at me suspiciously.  "No
way!  You, like, already called her," she accused.

   "Nope.  Haven't talked to her since we dropped her off.  And she didn't
say what she was going to do either."

   "We could, like, do this tomorrow," Hailey suggested.

   I smiled sadistically.  "We will."

   Hailey pouted.

   "So what's it going to be?  Two hours, or do you want to see what's
behind door number one?"

   "Two hours," Hailey moaned finally.

   "If it makes you comfortable, you can leave your shirt off," I offered.

   Hailey's mouth opened, then closed.  She stood and skinned out of her
jeans and panties just as quickly as she'd shed her t-shirt.  "I so hope
you, like, have a hard on the whole time, pickledick."

   "I will.  Now about the creation of Israel...?"

   Hailey sighed.  "Israel was, like, created by the United Nations just
after World War II.  Is Robbie, like, really studying on a Saturday night?"

   I wondered which would bug her more, not knowing or finding out she
could have gone to a party.  "My phone's right there." I pointed to my
night stand.  "Call her.  She's speed dial two," I added as Hailey picked
up the phone.  I sat back and listened to Hailey's side of the
conversation.

   "She's studying," Hailey said after she hung up.  "On a Saturday night."

   I shrugged.  "Now, did the head wizard of the United Nations just wave a
magic wand and create a country that wasn't there before?"

   "No.  But there was, like, something about the British, and the Arabs
and the bible and...  Hey!  I thought they, like, weren't supposed to teach
the bible in school?"

   Ah, life in the politically correct twenty-first century.  "It's
confusing, but you need to understand that the bible is two things: a
religious document and a historical one.  Your teachers can't say 'This is
the bible, the one true word of God.  You have to believe.' But they also
can't say, 'This is a pack of lies, you can't believe.'

   "But the bible is also a historical document that has influenced events
throughout history.  Both the Jewish old testament and the Christian new.
In this case, the Jews believe that God told Moses to lead their people to
the Promised Land, The Holy Land.  They believe that this land is
rightfully theirs.  One of my history teachers pointed out that Moses spent
forty years leading his people to the only spot in the Middle East that
doesn't have any oil."

   "So, like, where do the British come in?" Hailey asked.

   "The Jews lived all over the world.  In the late eighteen hundreds many
started emigrating to the land of Israel to escape persecution.  In World
War I, the British took over the territory and encouraged Jewish
settlement, but the Arabs who were already there didn't like it.  The
British got caught in the middle."

   "Like, when two of your friends are arguing and whatever you say, one of
them, like, so thinks you're taking the other's side."

   "Exactly," I said with a smile.  "Except the in this case, the friends
are also trying to kill each other."

   "So, like, the British gave up?"

   "I'm sure the British would have a more diplomatic way of putting it,
but yes.  The United Nations had been formed in 1945, right after the war.
The British pretty much put the whole thing in their lap."

   "So, like, what went wrong?"

   "In nineteen forty-seven the U.N.  decided to split the area into two
countries.  One Arab and one Jewish, with Jerusalem, which was holy to both
of them, a neutral city."

   "Like parents do with arguing kids.  Send each to their room, but the
bathroom is, like, neutral."

   I grinned.  "You're smarter than you look."

   Hailey smiled, then glared as she realized the full meaning of what I
said.  "HEY!"

   "I mean you look too sexy to be smart."

   She smiled again.

   "But in this case, the Arabs wanted both rooms."

   "That was, like, nineteen forty-seven?"

   I nodded.

   "Like, almost sixty years ago?"

   I shrugged.  "Nobody ever said the human race was logical.  Or wasn't
stubborn.  I think the big problem is Israel keeps winning.  The Arabs
attack with overwhelming odds and the Israelis beat them.  Then their pride
is hurt.  So they try again, and again, and again.  But back to nineteen
forty-seven.  In your words, how did Israel begin?"

   Hailey crinkled her brow in concentration.  "The Jews were, like,
getting so pushed around and they..."

   * * *

   It was two-and-a-half hours later when we came out, Hailey dressed
again. I looked at Cinnamon and Wynter, who were playing partners cribbage
with Traci and Tami.  "There's no way she's getting a B minus," I said with
a sigh.

   "But..." Wynter started.

   I grinned.  "She is so, like, gonna ace this thing."

   Chapter 10

   "Stop drooling!"

   I came back to reality.  "I wasn't drooling."

   Tami and her mother looked knowingly at each other.

   "I wasn't...  I was just imagining...  I mean..."

   "Tony, my future son-in-law, have you ever heard the expression quit
while you're behind?"

   I decided I had a very wise future mother-in-law and nodded.  Tami
looked satisfied.

   "She was real excited, though naturally her father had trouble deciding
between pride and paternalism."

   Tami shook her head in awe.  "It's hard to believe.  A
quarter-of-a-million."

   Tami's mom had ridden to Seattle with Robbie's dad, then come back today
with her dad and sister.  Samantha had flown into Seattle from Brazil,
where she'd just finished a photo shoot.  On the way back, Samantha had
told them that she'd been googled just over two hundred and fifty thousand
times last year.  I could understand her dad's confusion, whether to be
proud of his little girl or mad at all the perverts who'd wanted to look at
her in swimsuits and lingerie.

   "How many of those were yours?" Tami accused.

   "I, um..."

   Her mom laughed.  "Quit picking on him.  He's had a long day." I decided
that I needed to get her something real nice for Mother's Day.  Do they
have a Mothers-in-Law Day?"

   "Tami, Samantha may be beautiful and sexy, but you have something she'll
never have."

   "Don't forget rich," Tami added.  "What?"

   "Me."

   "I wonder if I can trade him in on beautiful, sexy and rich," Tami asked
her mother.

   "Tami, my little muttonchop, you're already beautiful and sexy.  And by
the time you get your third or fourth Pulitzer, you'll be rich enough to
support me in the style to which I want to become accustomed."

   "My little muttonchop?" her mom asked with a laugh.

   "He's been working on pet names.  It's that, or my little jackalope."

   "He needs to work harder.  But now, it's time to kick you out 'cause
you're not the only one who's had a long day." I'd walked Tami over from my
house.  It was after midnight.

   I bowed, gave Tami a quick kiss, and opened the door.

   "Oh, before I forget," Tami's mom said as I stepped outside.  "Samantha
also said she's going to be doing a USO show in March.  Turkey, Iraq, and
Afghanistan.  Her dad's not real happy about it."

   "I can understand that," Tami said.  "But is he more worried about
insurgents with guns or fifty thousand leering soldiers?"

   "Both," I said.  "I wonder if she has a talent.  I mean, besides..."

   "Good night, Tony," they said together.

   * * *

   I was dreaming.

   I knew it was a dream.  I usually know, but who cares.

   It was spring.  Baseball season.  Fans were in the stands, the team was
tossing the ball around, but I was lying on the grass between shortstop and
the pitcher's mound, my hands behind my head looking up at three clouds as
they played tag in an almost painfully blue sky.  I was naked, my flag pole
at attention and receiving a slurpy salute from Tami's tongue.  Darlene,
Allie, Mikee and Paula were in their cheerleader uniforms working the fans
into a frenzy of applause for Tami's technique.

   Now this was my kind of dream.

   Tami's mouth had engulfed my rod and was working up and down, her tongue
doing something different that felt incredible.  It was a whole different
technique.

   The fans and cheerleaders went quiet as a Lake baseball player stepped
into the batter's box.  The pitcher wound up.  I admired his form even as
Tami's tongue tried to squeeze into my pisshole.

   The cheerleaders started a chant, "Hey, battah, battah, battah..."

   The pitcher brought his arm back, then over the top and fired.  I saw
the snap of his wrist, a curve ball.  The ball rocketed toward the Lake
batter, then trailed down and out...

   "Battah, battah, SWING!"

   The Lake batter swung.  I heard the crack of contact between the
aluminum bat and the ball.  The ball shot forward, straight at...

   I woke with a sharp exhale.  Leave it to Lake to spoil everything.  I
lay on the sofa, not bothering to open my eyes, remembering the dream.  I
could still feel Tami's mouth surrounding my cock.  I COULD STILL FEEL
TAMI'S MOUTH SURROUNDING MY COCK!

   My eyes snapped open.

   "Hailey!" I said in a whispered shout, or a shouted whisper.

   Hailey knelt next to the sofa, her mouth moving up and down my twelve
inch shaft.  Actually it was probably closer to six.  I hadn't measured it
in a long time.  I'd decided that it was going to be what it was going to
be.  Besides, it made Tami happy, and it made me happy, so what more did
you need?

   "Hiacss." Which I think translated into "Hi Cuz.' I was amazed that she
could talk with her mouth full and her tongue in hyper-drive.  I guess
she'd had a lot of practice.

   I really wanted to tell her to stop, but apparently when the little head
sucks all the blood out of the big head, it takes the connection to the
vocal cords with it.  Hailey's tongue felt good.  Really really good.  I
couldn't define it, but something she was doing was better than it's ever
been before.  I felt myself building to an explosion, it just felt so
fucking good.

   There must have been three or four drops of blood left in the rest of my
body, 'cause that's when my big head took over again.

   I put my hand on her forehead and pushed gently backward.  Hailey looked
confused as she sat back on her heels.

   "Ahem," Cinnamon cleared her throat from the doorway.  I looked from
her, to Hailey, to my rigid shaft.

   For once life wasn't complicated.  "Control her," I said softly, then
rolled onto my side away from Hailey and pulled the blanket up over me, not
bothering for the moment to pull up my shorts and underwear.

   "Hey!  It was just a blowjob," Hailey said softly.  Cinnamon said
something that I didn't catch.

   "I was just, like, trying to say thank you," There was a little whine in
her voice now.  If Cinnamon answered, I didn't hear it.  As Hailey got up
and walked away, I slipped into sleep.

   This time without dreams.

   * * *

   I woke about eight, and from the silence in the house, I was the first.
I threw back the blanket, surprised for a second that my shorts were around
my ankles and my underwear around my knees.  Then I remembered last night.
I adjusted them, got up, and walked toward the back.

   My door was ajar, and inside I heard the rhythmic breathing of the two
girls.  I slipped in and got clean clothes.  The two girls were nestled
together, with Hailey's head in the space between Cinnamon's head and
shoulder, almost like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle.

   I slipped out and took a quick shower, even remembering to lock the
door. After I dressed, I put my bedding away, grabbed a coat and stepped
outside.

   It was...  pristine.

   It had started snowing sometime in the night, and a blanket of white
covered everything.  The trailer park must be taking the day off, 'cause
there wasn't a footprint or tireprint anywhere.

   It was still snowing lightly.  The air was brisk but not too cold, maybe
mid-twenties.  I grinned and stepped off the porch to make my mark on the
world.

   On my third orbit of the park, Tami joined me.  Without a word she fell
into step, her arm went around me, and her hand slipped into my back
pocket. We walked without talking, just enjoying the nearness of each
other, the snow, the quiet of the world.

   After four circuits, Tami kissed me lightly on the cheek and peeled off
back into her house for breakfast with her mom.  Not a single word had
passed between us.

   * * *

   I came in and stomped the snow off my feet before hanging up my jacket.

   "How's Tami this morning?" Mom called from the kitchen.

   "Quiet." Cinnamon and Hailey were sitting at the dining room table
watching Dad fuss with the coffee maker and Mom inventory the pantry. 
Wynter and Traci sat on the sofa talking.  I walked around and gave all the
girls, even Traci, a hug.

   I took a seat across the table from the girls just as Dad's stomach
gurgled.

   Cinnamon looked at me and whispered, "It's scary when they start making
the same noises as their coffee makers."

   I grinned and nodded.

   "Can I talk to you?" She indicated the back with a nod of her head.  I
nodded again, stood, and led her to my bedroom.

   "I..."

   "No," I said, cutting her off.

   "No?"

   "It's not your discussion."

   "I was just going to say..."

   "No." I repeated.  "Hailey's a big girl, and in case you haven't
noticed, she's older than you.  She can deal with her own mistakes.  If she
even realizes she made one."

   "She does.  She..."

   I cocked my head and stared and Cinnamon stopped.  "If Hailey wants to
talk to me, I'll talk," I said after a few seconds.  "If she wants to
pretend it never happened, I'm good with that too."

   Cinnamon gave me that dissecting stare of hers as she studied me.  I
worked on my breathing.  In, two three.  Out, two, three.  I know it's an
automatic process, but it never hurts to have a backup plan.  After almost
a minute, Cinnamon nodded.

   "And Hailey doesn't need prompting from the audience," I said as I
opened the door for her.

   Cinnamon nodded.  "You may give Robbie a run for her money yet."

   * * *

   Tami showed up as we were finishing breakfast.  She knocked, then let
herself in.  I was sitting on the couch watching Mom feed Dad a last piece
of toast.  Tami sat across my legs giving me a quick kiss.  "Gonna tell me
about it?" she whispered.

   I nodded.  "Someday." I knew she could reach into my head and pull
everything out, but sometimes she liked to leave me the illusion of
privacy. I gave her butt a quick pat and she stood.

   "Hailey, you and I have an appointment in the Sinai." Hailey looked
resigned but nodded.  "Trace, why don't you teach the others how we play
Monopoly in the Pacific Northwest?" Traci nodded and now Tami looked
resigned.  I returned her kiss with a smile.

   "Get comfortable," I said as I closed the door to my bedroom.  Hailey
grinned and grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt.  She lifted it up past her
belly button, then changed her mind and let it drop again.  She sat on my
desk chair and looked up at me.

   "I was thinking," Hailey said, interrupting my train of thought about
whether to go back over what we'd talked about yesterday or start where
we'd left off.

   "Yes," I said after biting off a sarcastic comment about encouraging new
habits.

   "About all those terrorists blowing things up all the time." I'd
mentioned that since the last war, the Arabs had turned to terrorism.  "It
must be terrible, going to a movie or a restaurant and not knowing if
you'll live through the night."

   "That wouldn't be fun," I agreed.  "But it's not quite that bad.  It's
not everyday and not everywhere you go." Hailey nodded.  "Karma," I added
in a mumble.

   "Huh?"

   "Well, Israel was founded on terrorism."

   "I thought you said the Stern Gang, the Levi...?"

   "Lehi," I corrected.

   "...the Lehi were freedom fighters?"

   "Old saying, 'One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter.'
It's all about point of view.  Usually it comes down to who writes the
history books."

   "So, like, were the Stern Gang freedom fighters or terrorists?" Hailey
asked, looking confused, not that I could blame her.

   "Both." I knew that wouldn't help.  "The British considered them
terrorists.  Most Israelis consider them freedom fighters.  Like I said, it
all depends who writes the history books."

   "But history's history."

   "Is it?" I asked with a grin and knew that I had her totally confused.
"Try this.  Two brilliant historians decide to write books about the same
battle, Custer's Last Stand.  Both are honest and believe in telling the
truth about history.  The first is the great great grandson of General
George himself.  The second is the great great grandson of Short Bull, one
of the Lakota chiefs.  Think they'll come up with the same book?"

   "I guess not."

   "Not even close.  Won't even have the same title.  Custer's grandson's
will be The Battle of the Little Big Horn.  Short Bull's grandson will call
his the Battle of the Greasy Grass."

   "Greasy Grass?" Hailey said with a giggle.

   I shrugged, "That's what native Americans called the battle.  Let's try
another one.  A group of men, disguise themselves and storm onto three
unarmed cargo ships anchored in the harbor.  They grab the cargo and start
throwing it off the ships.  Millions of dollars worth.  What do you call
them?"

   "Easy.  Terrorists."

   "I just described the Boston Tea Party.  You think Samuel Adams and the
other founding fathers were terrorists?"

   "But...  but...  they were fighting for independence."

   I grinned and tapped her on the nose.  "So were the Israelis.  The
difference between terrorist and freedom fighter is pretty much whether
they believe in what you believe in."

   Hailey sighed.  "Hey.  Can we like, study something easy, like nuclear
physics?"

   "Nope.  Physics is too easy.  Physics has rules.  History is more fun.
It's unpredictable.  No rules.  Human beings don't like rules."

   * * *

   "Who started the Six-Day War?" I asked after we'd spent half-an-hour
reviewing the Birth of Israel.

   "The Arabs," Hailey said positively.

   "Is that your final answer?" I asked with a smile.

   "The Israelis," Hailey said, not so positively.

   "Final answer?"

   "The Martians?  It sure as shit wasn't the Menehune."

   I grinned.  It was going to be so much fun being a teacher.  It was like
a license to torture teenagers.  "Who are the Menehune?"

   "One of the ancient Hawaiian peoples.  They were dwarves who lived in
the forests.  I thought you were supposed to be smart.  Hey, what do they
teach in your schools anyway?"

   I smiled as she asked one of the questions I ask myself all the time.

   "Back to the war.  This is one of those hard questions, kind of like
who's a terrorist and who's a freedom fighter.  The Israelis actually
attacked first, so you could say they started the war.  But they attacked
because the Arabs were moving troops to the borders and had blocked
Israel's access to the Red Sea, so you could just as easily say the Arabs
did.  Now the Yom Kippur War six years later was..."

   * * *

   "Think Robbie's studying again today?" Hailey asked as we finished.

   I looked at the clock next to my bed.  Just about eleven thirty.  "Naw,
she's probably watching football."

   "Football?  I thought football was over except for the superbowl
thingy."

   "It is.  But Robbie's got tapes of college and pro games she didn't see
during the season.  Plus, a friend of hers in Tennessee sends her game
tapes of the high school she would have gone to.  Robbie'll be watching
football till halfway through the baseball season."

   "Uh..."

   "Yes," I prompted.

   "Uh, like, are you mad at me?"

   "How could I ever be mad at my hula princess?"

   Hailey grinned.  "I did a hula bit.  It was one of Cinnamon's
performances."

   "Did you wear anything under your grass skirt?"

   Hailey gave me a wouldn't-you-like-to-know grin.  I remembered Tami
trying to figure out how much Cinnamon DNA our kids would have when we were
finishing the road trip.  I think we should be more worried about Hailey
DNA.

   "I, like, kinda meant about last night?" Hailey asked returning to the
subject.

   "Not mad," I said after a long pause.  "Annoyed."

   "But it was, like, so just a BJ!  Hey, most guys love it when I..."

   "Do you just walk up to them, yank their pants down and go to it?  Or
slip into their houses at night while they're sleeping?"

   "No, but..."

   "What if they slipped into your bedroom while you were sleeping?  What
if they just started eating your pussy while you were asleep?"

   Hailey grinned.  "Hey!  Bitchin'!  I'd, like, so remember to say thank
you!" I had no doubt in my mind that Wynter would cure many diseases. 
She'd probably walk off with a Nobel if life is fair.  At that moment I
wondered if she could cure libido.

   "What if you're not in the mood?" I tried.

   Hailey grinned again.  "As if!  I'm, like, always in the mood.  As long
as they're, like, cute and not brand-x Philbins."

   I figured this was important so I decided to play dirty.  "Matthew
Wylie," I said quietly.

   Hailey's face changed.  It was like watching a beautiful day become a
tropical storm.  "I'd fucking kill him," she said firmly.  And I had a
feeling that it wasn't a figure of speech because the beach bimbo voice had
vanished.

   "What's wrong?  He was cute." After we'd come back from the road trip,
curiosity had gotten the better of me, and I did some research.  Newspapers
don't always tell the whole story, especially about teenagers and
pre-teens, but you can learn a lot by what they don't say.  I think I had a
pretty good idea of who Wylie was and what happened to send him away.  And
there was a picture.

   "He was a..."

   I shrugged.  "What'd he do that was so bad?  It was just sex."

   "YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!" Hailey exploded, standing.  "HE..."

   I put my hands on Hailey's shoulders and pushed her back into the chair.
I hoped Mom wasn't going ballistic in the living room, 'cause there was no
question she'd heard that.  "Hailey use your brain, not just your twat."
Not a word I usually use, but I figured it would get through to her.

   It did.  The storm on her face just got upgraded to force five.  "Hey!
Like, what do you mean by that?  Do you, like, KNOW what that assmunch
DID?"

   "I have a pretty good idea."

   "He forced them!  He forced Possum and..."

   "Names aren't important." Possum?  "And it was just sex."

   "JUST SEX?  How can you say that, you pickledick?"

   "Hell, at the trial, I'll bet he said it was no big deal.  It was just a
blowjob."

   "He..." Hailey's mouth clamped shut.  I stared at her as the storm broke
and her face slackened.  "I...  like...  you can't mean..." Her eyes
started leaking tears.  "He and I...  like...  you can't..."

   "Hailey, stop!" I commanded.  I wondered if I'd gone too far.

   Her eyes were turning red, and I wondered if I was going to survive
Mom's inquisition.  And between the shouting and Hailey's face, Mom was
going to put Torquemada to shame.

   "Do you think Wylie would have hesitated to have some fun with a
sleeping girl?"

   Hailey shook her head and choked back a sob.

   I cradled her chin in my palm and stroked her hair with my other hand.
"And that's where any similarities end."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Wylie was all about his own pleasure.  That and the power he had over
others."

   "I don't..."

   "You, my little wahine, were trying to do your cousin a favor.  Not for
your pleasure but for mine."

   "I, like, so wanted to say thank you," she agreed.

   I cupped her face in both my hands and used my thumbs to wipe tears from
her eyes.  "The words would have been enough."

   "But, like, I thought...  last summer..."

   "To quote my second favorite Monkees' song 'That Was Then, This Is
Now'."

   "Monkeys?"

   "Apparently they have no music education in Hawaii or Colorado." Hailey
looked more confused.  "The road trip last summer was fantastic.  I
traveled all over the country with five girls and a sister and never slept
alone.  I met two sexy cousins who gave me a night I'll never forget.  Most
guys my age don't even have fantasies that good.  I wouldn't trade a minute
of the trip, or a minute with my cousins, but since I came back..."

   "Just you and Tami?"

   I nodded.

   Hailey smiled.  "Hey!  You're so as bad as Jimmy."

   "No luck?" I asked grinning.

   Hailey shook her head.

   "Have you given up trying?"

   "Mostly." Hailey's enigmatic smile put the Mona Lisa out to pasture.

   I pulled her to her feet and gave her a hug.  "Can I give you one piece
of advice?"

   "What?" she asked suspiciously.

   "Don't bother playing the lottery.  With your luck, you'd just be
throwing your money away."

   "My luck?"

   "There are maybe three teenaged guys in the whole country who'd say no
to a blowjob from the Pineapple Princess, and you have the bad luck to have
one as a cousin and another as a friend.  You'll probably meet the third
any day now."

   She muttered something that sounded like Lopez.  "Only three?" she asked
coyly, becoming more the old Hailey every second.

   "In the country," I agreed.  "Six, maybe seven tops in the world."

   "Hey!  I can so live with that."

   Chapter 11

   "Why are we here again?"

   "Well, they're here," I said pointing at Traci and Kelly, "'cause I got
stuck doing the grocery shopping and needed someone to fetch and carry. 
Tami's here 'cause I get lonely without her.  You're here 'cause you got
nothing better to do."

   Robbie glared but didn't deny it.

   I shrugged.  "Football's over.  The play's done except for the judging.
Baseball doesn't start till next month.  I suppose you could stay home and
study, hoping to beat certain people in class standings, but why waste your
time?"

   "You're getting pretty smug.  Care for a side bet?"

   "What'd you have in mind?" I asked warily

   Robbie grinned.  "How about your car against mine."

   Tami giggled.  "He'd bet me first."

   Not true.  I'd never bet Tami.  But then, I'd never bet my 'Stang
either.

   "What could I possibly win to replace you, my little Mustang."

   "My little Little Mustang?  Still trying to find a pet name?"

   I shrugged.

   Tami giggled.  "My Little Mustang.  I kinda like it." Tami glided into
my arms and locked her lips against mine.

   "Do you really think Wally's Grocery World is the best place for that?"
Robbie asked sarcastically several seconds later.

   Tami pulled back, embarrassed, but I smiled.  "The store will thank us.
They'll sell more oysters and asparagus."

   Robbie shook her head but Traci and Kelly looked confused.  "Why?" Kelly
asked.

   "They're considered aphrodisiacs," Robbie said, still shaking her head.

   Tami saw that Kelly and Traci were still confused.  "What's an
aphrodisiac?" she asked, knowing the younger girls wouldn't want to.

   Robbie looked startled at the question, then realized why Tami had asked
it.

   "Some foods are supposed to make people feel sexy.  Or sexier," I said.
"Oysters and asparagus are two of the most famous."

   "Figs, truffles, caviar and bananas are some others," Robbie added, not
to be outdone.

   "Why?" Kelly asked.

   "Do they?" said Traci at the same time.

   Learning may be a good thing but I wasn't sure I wanted my sister
knowing about aphrodisiacs.

   "Oysters were thought to be aphrodisiacs because they can change sex
from male to female and back again," Robbie explained.

   "Eeeeew!" both girls chorused.

   "I'm not sure about the others," Robbie admitted.  "Professor?"

   "I know asparagus goes back to the nineteenth century.  They used to
feed it to bridegrooms, but I don't know how it started.  Figs go back to
the ancient Greeks.  Bananas, I think because of their shape."

   The younger girls looked confused again, but Robbie made some kind of
motion I couldn't see and they giggled and nodded.

   "Do they work?" Traci asked again.  Damn one-track mind.

   "Most of them, no.  Except in people's minds, which I guess is enough,"
I said, hoping to close the subject.

   "According to Wikipedia, bananas are full of bromelain," Robbie added.
"It's an enzyme that enhances male performance."

   "I'm for that," Traci said with a grin.  I decided one banana in our
cart and I was locking her in her room.

   * * *

   "Anybody know where they hide the maraschino cherries?"

   "I do," Kelly announced and scampered away as I studied my list again.
Ground beef, check.  Ribeyes, check.  Pork roast, check.  Chicken thighs...
I looked up and saw the old guy again.  I'd seen him half-a-dozen times in
the twenty minutes we'd been shopping, and he always seemed to be staring
at us.  I figured he was a pervert checking out the girls.  I mean, Tami,
Robbie, Kelly, and even Traci were worth staring at.  But he really wasn't
staring that way, it was more like he was trying to figure something out.

   I put it out of my head and went back to the list.  Bread, we'd gotten
white, whole wheat, and raisin.  Hamburger buns and dinner rolls.  "Peanut
butter."

   "I'll get it," Traci volunteered.

   I looked around and the geezer was staring at the girls again.  Kelly
came back with a jar of cherries, and the guy's stare didn't shift.  He
wasn't looking at the girls, he was looking at one girl.  Robbie.  Maybe I
could get her to flash her tits at him and make his day.

   But his stare was still wrong.  It was more like the look Traci would
get when I'd help her with her math.  When she almost, but not quite had
the answer.  Suddenly his face brightened and his smile got big.  Without
any hesitation, he came toward us.

   "Excuse me, Miss," he said, and all three girls turned toward him, "but
ain't you Robbie Tate?" he asked as Traci came back and balanced the peanut
butter precariously on the top of the overstuffed cart.

   Robbie smiled.  "Yes, I am."

   "It took me a minute, but I thought I recognized you.  You was
responsible for the most amazing thing I ever done seen in my entire life."

   I decided I could take lessons in hayseed from this guy for the next
road trip.

   "Honey, 'til the day I die I ain't never gonna forget the way you
tackled Billy Trey Henderson on the four yard line in that Falcons game."

   I braced myself for the explosion.  Robbie hated to be called 'honey'
like I hated to be called 'young man'.

   Robbie surprised me.  "You were there?  And you remember little ol' me
from that?" Not only Princess Charming but Miss Alabama too.  Or in her
case, Miss Tennessee.

   "I sure do.  Billy Trey grabbed that interception at his goal line and
took off like a scared rabbit, so fast that I didn't think nobody could
catch him this side of the county line."

   I remembered.  I was on the sidelines watching.  I'd hurt my wrist a
couple plays before, and didn't think anybody was going to stop him.

   "You came outa that pile-up runnin' like the devil was bitin' your tail.
When he crossed the twenty, I figured he'd be past the posts before you
crossed the goal line.  Then you kicked in the turbos.  Honey, I wish I had
a video tape of that just so I could watch it every day and say, 'By golly,
it really did happen'."

   Robbie smiled.  "You're too kind, Mister...?"

   "Henderson.  Bill Henderson, Senior."

   Robbie looked surprised.  "Billy Trey's grandpa?"

   "That's me," he said proudly.  "I live in Portland but I'm up here
visiting an old army buddy.  Bit of a chauvinist in my day.  Back then I
would have said no girl could ever tackle a Henderson.  Now I know better.
There ain't nothing a good woman can't do if she sets her mind."

   I signaled the others, and we moved away as they chatted.

   Tami leaned up next to me as I pushed the cart, her hand sliding into my
back pocket and her head leaning on my shoulder.  "One hundred percent and
we can stop counting now," she murmured.

   Thanks to Myron Austen, we had tapes of all the games.  I made a mental
note to make a copy for Mr.  Henderson.

   Chapter 12

   My car was crowded as I drove to school, Tami in the seat beside me and
two cousins and an adopted cousin in the back seat.  I was glad to have my
Mustang back from Mom, but sometimes her minivan made more sense.

   I smiled, listening to the conversation in the back seat.  Wynter seemed
thrilled to be going to high school, if only for the day.  Hailey, the
experienced freshman, wasn't nearly as impressed, and Cinnamon just took it
in stride.

   I just concentrated on my driving and how I was going to sell this to
Mr. Reed.

   * * *

   Mrs.  Hatcher, the school's secretary, wasn't at her desk when we walked
in, Mrs.  Mires was.  It was a few minutes before first bell, so at least
we didn't have to wade through a sea of students getting tardy slips.

   "Hi, Mrs.  Mires," I said stepping up to the counter.  "Where's Mrs. 
Hatcher?"

   Mrs.  Mires looked at me like she'd just taken a big bite out of a
particularly sour lemon.  I think it was her version of a smile.  "I wasn't
aware that she needed your permission to miss work."

   I smiled while counting to myself.  'One, two, three...' I counted in
English.  Then Spanish, French, German, Russian, Swahili, Chinese, Hebrew.
Finally Portugese, Croatian and Afrikaans.  I was hoping to learn my
numbers in Apache and Aztec next.

   Mrs.  Mires had sat watching me during my minute of silence.

   I smiled.  "Of course she doesn't need my permission, but since she's
almost always here, I was hoping she wasn't sick or something.  Tami and I
have been gone a week."

   Mrs.  Mires nodded, looking like she'd just smelled a really pungent
fart.  "Her niece just had a baby," she admitted.  "She'll be back on
Wednesday."

   I considered just taking the cousins to class and asking permission on
Wednesday.

   "Is Mr.  Reed in his office?" I asked after Tami's hand in my back
pocket gave my butt a squeeze.  "Could he spare a minute?"

   "Mr.  Reed is a busy man.  I'm sure he has no time for you." Her tone
inserted three more words in front of her last one, 'for the likes of'.  I
remembered Mrs.  Mires from the other times she'd filled in.  She thought
students should be seen and not heard.

   "Could you check?  I'd appreciate it."

   "If you've been gone a week, wouldn't you be better off visiting your
teachers and getting assignments instead of bothering a busy man like Mr.
Reed?"

   I decided that I was getting on the internet today and working on that
Apache and Aztec.  Maybe Incan and Eskimo too.  "It was scheduled.  We have
all our homework.  Could you...?"

   "Why's he, like, bothering with that bitch?" Hailey whispered a little
too loudly.

   There was a moment of complete silence.

   "WHITNEY GWYNETH, YOU'RE..."

   "QUIET!" I snapped, turning around to Cinnamon.  "Bend over," I
commanded Hailey.

   "Why?"

   "Now!" Hailey bent and I slapped her butt, hard.  The sound echoed
through the office.  I turned back to Mrs.  Mires.  "I apologize Ma'am. 
Her parents don't beat her nearly enough."

   Mrs.  Mires face cracked in what I think may have been a smile.  It
scared me.  "I'll see if Mr.  Reed has a minute," she said, standing, then
walking back to his office.

   I turned back to the cousins.  All three looked surprised.

   "Remind me to kiss you later," I whispered to Hailey.  "It usually takes
at least five minutes longer to get past the palace guard."

   "That hurt," Hailey whispered back rubbing her butt with an exaggerated
motion.

   I gave her a big smile.  "Call anyone else a bitch today and it'll hurt
worse."

   I turned back to the counter as Mrs.  Mires came back with Mr.  Reed.

   "The prodigal returns," he announced loudly.

   "Prodigal?" I heard behind me.  "Hey, is that football, like
quarterback?"

   Mr.  Reed smiled even bigger.  "Prodigal is a funny word.  According to
the dictionary, it means wasteful or a spendthrift.  But when we talk about
the prodigal or the prodigal son, we usually mean long lost, someone who's
been gone a long time." He looked at me.  "You've been recruiting.  You've
brought me fresh meat."

   "For the day.  These are my cousins.  They're from the mountains in
Colorado.  I've been explaining to them that here in Washington we have a
lot of newfangled ideas about education, like spelling riting with a W and
rithmatic with an A and pens with the ink inside instead of in an inkwell."

   "Oh, Tony," Tami moaned softly, shaking her head.

   Mr.  Reed's smile changed.  "The mountains in Colorado.  High county
folk?"

   I started to add something about taking goats and sheep to class, but
Tami was firmly shaking her head.

   "I'm guessing you don't know where I started teaching?"

   Started teaching?  What does that have to do with anything?

   "Little town in the mountains west of Denver."

   Oh oh!

   "In fact..."

   Life couldn't be that unfair.

   "...Griffin Middle School was brand new my first year."

   I need a bigger world.

   "You taught at Griffin?" Wynter asked.  "Do you know Mr.  Shelby?"

   "Or Mr.  Peters?" Cinnamon added.

   Mr.  Reed looked surprised.  "Must be after my time.  It was twenty
years ago.  I taught there my first two years, then moved to the on-base
school at Ramstein Air Force Base in Germany."

   "How about Mr.  Tilman, the custodian?" Hailey asked.  "He's been there
forever."

   "Bill Tilman?"

   I looked back just as all three girls nodded.

   "He's still there?"

   They nodded again.

   "Billy's still there," he mused.  "He was always coming up with
get-rich-quick schemes.  Wanted to move to New York and live in a
penthouse."

   "He still wants to move to New York and live in a penthouse," Cinnamon
said.

   I looked back at Mr.  Reed.  "So Billy Tilman is still at Griffin," he
mumbled.  "So, Tony, what can I do for you this morning?"

   "I wanted to ask a favor."

   "A favor?  I'd better sit down." He waved his arm toward the back of the
office.  "Come on back."

   I pulled open the gate and let the four girls through just as the bell
for first period rang.

   "So what's this favor?" Mr.  Reed asked when he was sitting behind his
desk and we were standing in front of it.

   "As I said, these are my cousins and I was hoping..."

   "Mr.  Reed..." Tami interrupted.  "I don't know what it was like in the
mountains when you were there, but now they actually let girls have
individual names."

   I felt the heat rising in my cheeks.

   "This is Wynter King and Cinnamon Brees.  They actually live in
Colorado."

   Mr.  Reed looked startled.  "Wynter King?  The mine rescue?"

   "Yes, sir," Wynter replied.

   He made an odd smile, as if remembering something funny. 
Humorously-funny, not oddly-funny.  "I'm pleased to meet you and am happy
that everything worked out well for you and...  Jimmy, wasn't it?"

   "Yes, sir.  Thank you."

   Tami waited to see if he was finished, then continued.  "And this is
Hailey Kennedy who just snuck in to steal the eighth grade election last
year."

   "Snuck in?"

   "Like, my parents went to the South Pole, so I, like, stayed with Cousin
Cinnamon."

   "The South Pole?"

   "McMurdo Sound and the Ross Sea, actually," Wynter clarified.  Her dad's
a marine biologist."

   "Interesting." Mr.  Reed leaned forward and whispered loudly, "Does Tony
know they have names?"

   Tami shook her head.  "He just calls them 'Cuz' and points," she
whispered back.

   I was thinking about going home and pulling a blanket over my head.

   "So Tony, what's this favor for you and your cousins?"

   "I was hoping they could spend the day with Tami and me."

   "Hmmm.  I'm not sure.  They go to Griffin, so they're middle school..."

   "I go to Dunne," Hailey stuck in.

   "They won't be any trouble," I said, mentally crossing my fingers.

   "They really should be in their own schools, learning and
matriculating," he said with a smile.  "You." He pointed at Hailey.  "What
do you have first period?"

   "History."

   "What are you studying?"

   "Israel," Hailey said almost timidly.

   "Who started the Six-Day War?"

   I noticed Wynter biting her lip.

   Hailey grinned.  "Hey!  So not the big!  Like, it depends on who you
ask, or, like, whose history book you use.  Like, Israel started shooting
first, but they so had the reason!  The Arabs were, like, moving like tons
and tons of troops onto the border and had, like, cut them off from the Red
Sea."

   Mr.  Reed looked stunned, and he wasn't the only one.

   "Uh, you." He pointed at Wynter.  "What do you have first period?"

   "Science."

   "What are you studying?"

   "The human body.  This week we're doing blood and fluids."

   "So what's blood made of?"

   "Mr.  Reed," I said before Wynter could start.  "Do you mind if we sit
down and get comfortable?"

   "Huh?"

   "Blood," Wynter started, her forehead furrowing slightly as the rest of
us took seats.  "...is composed of blood cells suspended in plasma.  The
blood cells are red blood cells called erythrocytes, white blood cells
including both leukocytes and lymphocytes and platelets called
thrombocytes. The plasma is predominantly water containing dissolved
proteins, salts and other substances.  Plasma is approximately fifty-five
percent of blood by volume.

   "Now the red blood cells, the erythrocytes are..."

   I was as proud of Wynter as if she'd been a real cousin.  So far she
hadn't stumbled over a single word.

   "They teach that in eighth grade science?" Mr.  Reed gasped eight
minutes later as Wynter finished.

   I grinned.  "Wynter's a future doctor.  The hospital there has already
let her sit in on deliveries and surgeries.  I think Stockholm already has
her penciled in for the twenty thirty Nobel in medicine."

   "Thank god.  I thought we were falling way behind." Mr.  Reed looked at
Cinnamon, who smiled sweetly back, but decided against it.  "Go to class,"
he growled.  "I've got work to do."

   * * *

   The day went smoothly.  Except when Wynter corrected my chemistry
teacher over a chemical formula.  And was right.

   At lunch, I drove the cousins to Traci's school for the rest of the day.
I'm not sure if it was because Mr.  Hallowell and I got along so well after
coaching a baseball team together or because Mr.  Reed warned him, but he
had no problem with the cousins hanging with Traci for the rest of the day.

   After school, they watched gymnastics practice and got to talk to Kelly
a little.  Traci loved showing off for them.

   About four, we jumped in my car.  Traci stayed for practice, and I broke
several speed laws racing to Wenatchee.

   "We're never going to make it," Wynter said.

   "There's always tomorrow," I said flippantly.  "Unless the blizzard
hits. Last time it closed the airport for a week." Wynter was sitting
behind me, so I couldn't see her face.

   "Stop teasing," Tami said with a light slap on the arm.

   "Oh, fuck!" Hailey said just as I turned off the highway toward the
airport.

   "What?" I asked making a hundred to one bet with myself as to the
answer.

   "Our luggage.  Like, we so forgot to stop and get our stuff."

   "I guess we'll have to go back and try again tomorrow," I said while
congratulating myself on winning my bet.

   "But, the blizzard...?" Wynter said.

   "The forecast for tomorrow is a light early morning rain then clouds
mixed with sun," Cinnamon said calmly.

   "And your luggage has been here since noon," Tami added.

   Spoilsports.

   "We haven't even got tickets yet," Wynter pointed out.  "And you're
supposed to get to the airport two hours before your flight.  Ours leaves
in...  twenty minutes."

   A sideways look from Tami made me decide to be nice as I pulled around
the side of the terminal and parked next to a golf cart where a big guy
appeared to be taking a nap.

   "In the words of my favorite Pineapple Princess, 'So not the problem'."

   "She gets Pineapple Princess and I get Armadillo and Jackalope," Tami
accused.

   "Hers, I stole from an Annette Funicello song.  And I thought we decided
on Mustang."

   The big guy walked over as I turned off the car.  "Are you the VIP's?"

   I nodded.  "In the back." We got out, and he handed each of the cousins
a ticket, courtesy of Dad's credit card.  Then we piled on the cart, and he
zipped us inside and right up to the departure gate, skipping the crowded
security station.  Robbie's dad was a poker buddy of the airport manager.

   Tami and I gave all the girls hugs as the big dude took their tickets
again and walked to the head of the check-in line.  As Cinnamon pulled back
from me, she looked at me with her curious expression.

   "You can never have too many friends."

   She nodded, and the three girls disappeared into the airplane.


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