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Chapter 57.  This concludes Episode 5.  At this point, there is some question 
whether I should continue the series -- interest seems to have waned...


      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 57 of 57
Universe: The Pact
Summary: With Amy providing a feminine conscience, the boys clean up their
act somewhat and employ new recruiting methods -- at a new place.
Content: mf ir BBW

Chapter 57

	Bonita clearly had no issues with climbing all over Terence.  The
couple were necking completely naked on the couch in the second floor
library, so Carmela worked at avoiding any embarrassment over the matter.
Chuck was a big help -- he seemed happy to kiss and caress and fondle
everything in reach!  That included spots that made Carmela vaguely
uncomfortable...

	"Why do you do that?" Carmela whispered in Chuck's ear.

	"What?"

	"Rub my... fat..."

	"Your belly?" Chuck clarified.

	"Yes."

	"Why not?  It's you, isn't it?"

	"But it's... fat..."  Embarrassed, Carmela tucked her face into his
shoulder.

	"Every girl I ever heard of thinks she's Hester Huge!" Chuck
muttered, chuckling.

	"But I AM!" Carmela retorted.  "Come, let's not lie about it."

	"You make it sound like you're an elephant or something!" Chuck
protested.  "You're just... plush.  And I LIKE plush!"

	"Oh, come on!  Plush?  That's like stuffed, right?  Or overstuffed?"

	"It's comfortable.  Luxurious," Chuck supplied alternatives.

	"You're teasing me!"

	"I'm NOT!" Chuck erupted, loud enough that Terence and Bonita glanced
over.  He waved them off.  "Okay, I'll be the first to admit that you're wide
and a little thick -- but you're NOT... bulgy, I guess.  You don't have huge
rolls or anything.  Actually, you're pretty smooth...  Tell you what -- if
you gain twenty pounds, I'll be unhappy -- how's that?  Where you are now,
though, I'm good with it.  Okay?"

	Carmela didn't know what to make of that.  It wasn't unconditional,
so it was hard to treat as Chuck just blowing smoke...  "So, I'm okay, but if
I get bigger..."

	"Yeah.  If you get bigger, I'm gonna spank you -- and other things,
probably.  I don't know what, exactly, but it'll come back off.  For now,
though, I like you just as you are," Chuck affirmed.

	"And my belly..."

	"I'm gonna rub it because I LIKE to rub it -- and I bet you like
having it rubbed, too, don't you?"

	"Well..."  When you removed all of the negative feelings over her
weight, she DID like it -- it made her wet like nobody's business to feel his
hand sliding around just above her pubic muff and his fingers dipping into
the fur patch periodically.  It made her want things -- like that VERY hard
shaft that was currently parked against her hip.  "Yes, I like it," she
admitted, reaching down to slide her hand over that hot, hard shaft.  Chuck
rubbed her belly for a few moments more, then slid his hand right over her
mound and down to her left thigh, clearly trying to wedge it between her legs
as he brought it back up.  Carmela was more ready than she cared to admit,
but this was pretty public.  She glanced across the room at Terence and
Bonita...

	... And got a shock!  The couple was moving rhythmically, Bonita on
top!  "Dios mio!" Carmela whispered, "They're..."

	"Fucking?"  Chuck looked mildly amused.  "I keep forgetting that this
is all new to you and that just being naked like this probably seems pretty
wild.  In the old place, sometimes there were twenty or thirty of us in one
room and I guess we had what you would probably describe as orgies.  Most,
but not all, of the couples were settled, but there was no privacy -- and
somehow, nobody cared.  You found a spot on furniture or on a mattress or an
exercise pad or something, and you made out and if you moved on to sex, the
next couple was probably doing it, too.  I can remember times when every
couple in sight was fucking -- and EVERYBODY was in sight!"  He glanced over
to where Bonita was beginning to spout endearments in Spanish while she
jounced on Terence's prong, adding "I must've seen them fuck a dozen times.
Bonita is totally gone on Terence.  Nothing makes that clearer than watching
them go at it."

	"So we can just do the sex?" Carmela whispered, scandalized, "Right
here?"  'That's REALLY kinky!' she thought.

	"We can go somewhere totally private, but if you're gonna be a
member, eventually you're gonna do it in front of other people.  Besides,
they're not exactly staring at us..." Chuck pointed out.

	Carmela nodded, musing.  "Okay, I won't worry about it."  She went
back to rubbing Chuck's cock -- and relaxed her legs, spreading them so Chuck
could get at her plump pussy.  Chuck took advantage of her relaxation,
leaning in to kiss her hotly while sliding a finger into the wet channel
between her puffy nether lips.  Her clit was right there, already swollen,
just barely hidden by the swelling of her outer labia.  Carmela jerked and
gasped as his finger slid over the thin hood that didn't quite cover the
swollen bundle of nerves.  "I trust you, Chuck," she gasped.  "I want it!"

	That first declaration was enough to give anyone with a conscience
pause, but Chuck was dealing honestly with Carmela, so he moved on with only
a millisecond's worth of soul searching.  He slid his hand along her slot
until he could slip a finger into her opening, then backed out to the top of
her cleft to deliver a rotary rub that excited her clitoris, before repeating
the process.  Carmela moaned into his mouth and got soaking wet in virtually
no time, it seemed like!  She was the one who moved things to the next level
by dropping over on her side on the couch, then rolling onto her back, then
hand rubbing his cock tugging him forward.  "Now!" she hissed.

	Chuck followed his cock between her legs.  It was Carmela who rubbed
his swollen glans along her pink, puffy slot to lubricate it and Carmela who
tugged him inside until his glans was inside her.  After that, there was no
occasion for thought; instinct plunged Chuck forward into her depths on a hip
snap!

	For Carmela, it was everything she remembered -- and more!  As Chuck
began cycling inside her, massaging her inner core with his large cock,
Carmela kissed him hotly, sucking his tongue before slowly releasing him so
he was free to bring the full force of his attack to bear.  Chuck slid his
hands under her shoulders and held onto them from the underside while he
powered into her, his face in her neck, his lips sucking and nibbling while
Carmela moaned loudly under the assault, her thick ankles crossed behind his
ass so he couldn't leave her before he granted them both the ultimate in
pleasure!

	Time seemed to stop.  Carmela, unlike Bonita, wasn't tremendously
vocal -- she limited herself to impassioned moans that climbed the scale with
the sensations until those sensations were more than she could tolerate and
she howled as her control failed and orgasm swept over her.  Chuck only
emitted soft grunts as his pubic bone smacked metronomically into Carmela's
padded pubis.  Sweat poured from both of them as they continued to merge;
Chuck continued right through his first orgasm, which coincided with
Carmela's second, his attack unabated.  Carmela was aware of this -- it was
one of the triggers of her climax -- but if Chuck felt no need to stop,
Carmela CERTAINLY felt none...

	As Chuck felt the urge swell in him to deliver his seed again, he
gasped "Now!" into Carmela's ear.  Carmela's first coherent words since the
act began were an impassioned, "Yes!  Fill me!" as she grabbed his ass.
Chuck smashed himself into her another dozen times before his cock exploded
multiple times and the top of his head came off; it seemed to them both as if
he was trying to push the rest of himself inside her as he crushed himself to
her to deliver his cargo of babymakers!

	They rested like that for several minutes, panting out their
exhaustion.  The only other movement was Carmela languidly stroking Chuck's
back.  After a bit, Chuck tried to get up -- and they were stuck together
from dried sweat.  Carmela was embarrassed, but Chuck just laughed and leaned
back down to kiss her.  "Let's go find a shower."

	Bonita and Terence were gone; neither of them had noticed the other
couple's departure -- they'd been too busy.  As Carmela came upright on the
couch, Chuck cocked his head and eyed her neck.  "Hold still."  Sweeping back
her hair, he muttered, "Uh oh."

	"What's wrong?"

	"I left a HUGE hickey on your neck!" Chuck apologized.  "I'm sorry!"

	"You'll just have to explain to Mama," Carmela replied blithely.

	"How bad is that?"

	"When she finds out I have a boyfriend?  Probably not so bad..."
Carmela ducked her head and blushed a bit.  Carmela's mama had been worrying
about how long it was taking her to collect a boy for some time, uttering
statements like, "In the old country, you would be promised to a man, at
least, by now -- but you're not even dating!"  One look at Chuck and Mama was
going to be thrilled to death...

	"Oh, well, then..."  Chuck pulled Carmela to her feet.  "I'll suffer
through it."  Taking her hand, he led her off toward the communal showers.

                       ----------------------------------

	Saturday morning found several couples in mussed party clothes eating
Jiang Yi's breakfast buffet.  Jiang Yi had gotten up at six and Poppa Frank
had rolled out with her to 'see this fancy new clubhouse.'  He occupied a
table with Teela, Sonya and Rick, eating and grinning at the young couples
scattered here and there.  Fred and Louise had wandered off to a bedroom at
four-thirty, and after a cat nap and a reverse cowgirl fuck they'd showered,
dressed and come down to breakfast with Terence and Bonita and Brenda and
Clint.  Brenda, wanting to be certain that things that had occurred the night
before didn't suddenly burst into the open, had pulled Bonita aside and
briefed her, at which point, Bonita pulled Terence aside for a quiet talk.
"Mi amor, how do you feel about Clint looking elsewhere?"

	Terence blinked.  "For what?"

	"A man."

	"Oh."  Terence thought about it.  "Nita, you come first, in the first
place -- and he knows it.  No, he probably needs to meet some other guys..."

	Bonita pursed her lips.  "What if...  what if one of those guys was
your father?  Would that be okay?"

	"Pop?"  Terence blinked.  "Pop won't be looking for a boyfriend..."

	"No, he will not -- which would make him safe, would it not?"

	Terence cocked his head.  "Where's this going?"

	"There was a sex party in one of the dark rooms, mi amor, and they
just missed getting together.  Your papa recognized Brenda and she steered
him away from Clint, for your sake, but it was a close call and they are all
thinking..."  She paused.  "Brenda almost had sex with him, too."

	Terence thought about it and shrugged.  "It's just sex.  No harm, no
foul.  Brenda might have to clear things with Mama, but I bet Mama would swap
for Clint..."  A new thought intruded.  "What about you?"

	Bonita blinked.  "I hadn't thought about it, mi amor.  Besides, there
would be no one to..."

	"Yeah, doing Mama for fun would probably be a bad idea," Terence
agreed, grinning.  "But look, I trust Pop to give you back.  If you get into
a situation..."

	Bonita smiled.  "I'll try not to."

	They went to the buffet, and when they came back, Terence handled it.
Twirling his finger at the other two couples, he said, "No harm, no foul."

	Louise frowned in incomprehension.  "What, Baby?"

	"If Clint wants to try Pop, I'm good with it.  Brenda should probably
talk to you...  Clint could use another female opinion, though, so there's a
swap there."

	"Where did this come from?" Louise asked.  "Last night?"

	Terence flicked a glance at Bonita and then Brenda.  "Yup.  Nita
kinda hinted that everybody is tiptoeing around me.  I don't have any problem
with it."

	"We ain't talked about it," Fred interjected.

	"But you've been thinkin'," Terence argued.  "And you ducked Clint
last night so there wouldn't be no trouble.  Well, there won't be."

	"Okay."  Fred shrugged.  Nobody was going to do a damned thing about
it at that point...

	"Let's, um, not talk about it -- here, anyway," Clint said quietly,
glancing around.

	"Oh.  Yeah.  Sorry!" Terence was immediately penitent.

	Fred picked up Vince and Antoine with his eyes, and pointed them out
to Clint and Brenda.  "I guess Vince found himself something..."  Both
members of the couple looked and both made the connection -- Antoine's
dreadlocks were a dead giveaway.  "Nicky didn't think he was there..."  Fred
realized that he'd done Vince -- but then, it wasn't the first time...

	"Must have been quite a party," Terence said mildly.  Clint stared at
his plate, his face red.  Terence reached out to rub his back.  "It's okay,
Man!  Forget it!"

	"Can we just eat?" Clint whined plaintively.

	"Sure."

                       ----------------------------------

	When Chuck pulled into the Ruiz's driveway to drop Carmela off,
Imelda Ruiz came whipping out of the house, moving with surprising speed for
her bulk, and had both hands on the car door before Carmela could open it!

	"Where have you been?" Imelda demanded.  "Isobel had to call home
when she and some boy had a disagreement over the value of her golden
treasure.  Her mother called me, so I know that you were not there..."  She
eyed Chuck.  "And who is this?"

	"DeMeter is a jackass," Chuck grumbled.  "He just HAD to push for it
all..."

	"This is Chuck, Mama," Carmela replied.  "He's on the football team."

	"And were you with this Chock?" her mother rasped, "All night?"  She
shifted to Spanish.  "And where is YOUR golden treasure?"

	"This isn't going well, is it?" Chuck asked.

	"No," Carmela replied shortly.  Her mama was red in the face -- there
was an explosion coming.

	"Are you a puta now?" Imelda snarled, reaching out to slap her
daughter.  "A dirty little puta who spreads her legs for boys?"

	"HEY!"  Chuck grabbed the waving arm.  "You do NOT beat my girlfriend
like that -- I don't care if you ARE her mother!"

	"Your girlfriend!" Imelda spat.  "Your whore, you mean!"  She lunged
forward through the window, waving her finger under her frightened daughter's
nose, "You're a whore!"  She turned to face Chuck and waved her finger,
ranting, "And you..."

	SMACK!

	Imelda reeled in shock, the fire of her anger put out as if Chuck had
hit her with a bucketful of water instead of his open hand!  Chuck,
absolutely livid, roared, "You do NOT hit my woman and you do NOT call her a
whore!  You insult her and you insult me and I am DISGUSTED that you should
say such a thing to your OWN DAUGHTER!"

	"I--I..." Imelda blinked in shock!  The boy was absolutely enraged!
If there was one thing Imelda was culturally conditioned for, it was dealing
with machismo -- and Chuck's anger shut her right down!  Both women quaked
before Chuck's explosive anger.

	"You will apologize to your daughter!  NOW!" Chuck roared.

	"I... I... I... apologize!  I was worried and upset and I went a
little crazy..." Imelda forced out.  "I had no idea where you were..."

	"She was with me," Chuck said, suddenly again reasonable.  Both women
eyed him as if he was some wild animal.  "I took her to late dinner and then
to a quiet place where we could relax.  We fell asleep, and when we awakened,
I took her to breakfast."  He reached out and took Carmela by the hand.  "We
are seeing one another."

	Imelda got a grip.  "This is true?" She asked her daughter.

	"Yes."  Carmela's reply held reservations, but Imelda was pretty sure
she knew what those reservations were.  Shifting to Spanish, she said, "You
had sex."

	"Si, Mama."  Carmela did not deny it.

	"Carmela...?"

	"Chuck does not like it when I hide what I am saying from him,"
Carmela said softly.  "Mama asked if we had sex."

	"And you said yes," Chuck confirmed.  Looking at Imelda, he said,
"That changes nothing.  She had sex with me -- AFTER we discussed it and
decided that we were going to have a relationship.  She is not a whore, and
she did not offer herself to me in order to get my attention.  We had a
wonderful time dancing and discussed our needs and expectations soberly
before either of us was comfortable enough to take that step."

	Imelda turned her eyes on her daughter.  "You danced?"

	"Many times!" Carmela nodded vehemently.

	"You went to dinner?"

	"At the big diner on Newbury street!" Carmela confirmed.  "Everybody
was there!  I got to sit with the team and their girlfriends!"

	"You were with me," Chuck noted, "You belong there."

	"I have been rude, Chock," Imelda said quietly.  "Won't you come
inside?"  She backed out of the car window.

	Chuck flicked a glance at Carmela, who nodded.  "Yes."  He shut down
the car, which had been running throughout the incident.

	Imelda went straight to the kitchen to prepare a tray of refreshments
for Carmela's guest, and Carmela went to her room to change clothes, leaving
Chuck to sit on the couch wondering how he could have flown off the handle
like he had.  Carmela hunted around and finally settled upon a peasant blouse
and a jean skirt -- and proper underclothing, so Mama wouldn't have a fit.
Then she returned to Chuck, just as her mother emerged from the kitchen.
Carmela settled next to Chuck, who pulled her against him and wrapped an arm
around her.  "I apologize for hitting you," he said humbly.

	"I was a little hysterical and out of control," Imelda replied, her
eyes on that arm and the glowing face of her daughter.  "It was the proper
thing.  Come, let us pretend it did not happen.  I did not say those hurtful
things and you were not forced to correct me."

	"If you say so," Chuck replied.

	"I insist."

	"Where is your father?" Chuck asked Carmela..

	"He is away for the week, working," Imelda replied -- a little too
smoothly.  Carmela stiffened a bit, so Chuck nodded, but took the answer with
a grain of salt.

	"Perhaps I'll meet him next week," he mused aloud.

	"Perhaps," Imelda agreed blandly.  Chuck's arm was moving; he had
wormed his hand under Carmela's blouse and was rubbing her belly!  Chuck
clearly wasn't thinking about what he was doing -- he was more involved in
fencing with Carmela's mother -- but Carmela caught her looking and put a
hand over his.  Chuck stopped and blushed a bit.

	Imelda, however, was charmed!  She would have been the first to admit
that her daughter was overweight -- and nothing said that it didn't matter to
Chuck better than that gesture of rubbing her slightly protruding belly!
Carmela caught her mother's expression and smiled triumphantly -- then began
moving Chuck's hand with her own.  Chuck looked from Carmela to her mother,
shrugged, and resumed rubbing.

	"So you play football?" Imelda asked.  "While I am pleased, I really
never thought that she could be a football girl."

	"Our team is not solely focused on looks," Chuck said blandly.
"There are other things, although I like Carmela just as she is."

	Imelda nodded.  "I see.  There is a boy in the news today from the
football team.  He has this small girl with braces and scars from the pimples
on her face.  Is he important to the team?"

	Carmela cackled.  "He's ONLY the quarterback, Mama -- the team
leader!  He was the Homecoming King!"

	Chuck frowned.  "Tad was on the news?"

	"Yes."  Imelda nodded soberly.  "There is an uproar over an injury
that someone on the other team gave him..."

	"Really?"

	"Oh, yes.  It has been on the news all morning!"  Imelda got up and
turned on the TV.

	Sure enough, the TV displayed a picture of little Anita crying her
eyes out.  "Our top story -- the Waynesboro Superintendent of Schools has
suspended the head football coach at Waynesboro High after a blatant episode
of unsportsmanlike conduct sidelined the quarterback of the Jefferson High
team at last night's game..." the TV announced.

	"Wow!" Chuck's eyes popped.

	"They say the team is very good this year, and that you beat
Waynesboro soundly, and did not attempt to avenge yourselves on them..."
Imelda noted.

	"We got out revenge by beating them, playing a very clean game.  It
made them look even worse..." Chuck replied.

	"Yes, I can see that..." Imelda mused.  "That girl is really the
quarterback's girlfriend?"

	"Yes," Chuck nodded.  The screen changed to display a shot of the
team table at the dance.

	"Are there not prettier girls at the school?" Imelda queried, eyeing
the dates of the various team members.

	"Mama!" Carmela erupted.

	"As I said, we're not as shallow as usual this year," Chuck said
quietly.  "Hey, isn't that us?"  The TV displayed a shot of couples dancing.
Fortunately, Chuck and Carmela weren't doing anything salacious...

	"We're on TV!" Carmela erupted, overjoyed.  Imelda beamed -- there
they were, dancing, just as the boy Chock said!  It was true, then -- Carmela
and the boy were dating!  Imelda decided that maybe she should avoid jinxing
her daughter...

	"I'll leave you two for now -- I have things to do in the kitchen..."
She rose and headed off.

	Carmela snuggled up tight and Chuck asked, "Where is your father?"

	"Mama is divorced," Carmela related.  "Papa sends a check from
somewhere.  Good Catholic women do not get divorced, so she, well..."

	"Misrepresented things," Chuck papered it over.  "Okay, no problem."
He leaned in for a kiss -- something they did a lot of for the next half hour
or so.  Imelda, peeping from the dining room, was thrilled to death!

	Chuck finally wandered off, and Imelda sat down with her daughter.
"So how did this happen?"

	"You know, Mama, I really don't know," Carmela replied.  "Isobel and
I were not doing well -- we were unhappy that we had not been asked to dance
at all when suddenly Chuck was there, pulling me onto the floor!  We danced
to three songs and Chuck took me back to the table and pulled Isobel onto the
floor.  I figured I was done -- Chuck had moved on to Isobel -- but after
three dances, he came back for me and never danced with Isobel again!"

	"Isobel said you were doing nasty things on the dance floor and the
vice-principal kept calling you down..." Imelda reproved.

	"We..." Carmela started a hot denial, then backed off.  "Well, okay,
we pushed things, maybe -- but we were having fun!  Since it was a school
dance, the chaperones were kind of prudish -- no one would have said anything
if we'd done that stuff at a club, Mama, and other people were, too!  Isobel
is probably jealous..."

	"Isobel is somewhat sour on boys this morning," Imelda said blandly.

	"Isobel is not squeaky clean here, Mama!" Carmela insisted, "She told
me herself that she was going to give that Rick a blowjob!"

	Imelda grunted.  "Well, he wanted more..."

	"What happened?"

	"Isobel said no, so he got angry and called her names and she threw
him out of the car somewhere and called her mother."

	"So she wasn't raped, or anything..." Carmela mused.

	"No.  But she didn't have sex, either."  Imelda eyed her daughter.

	Carmela folded her arms over her chest.  "I will do it again, Mama.
Chuck is a serious boy.  We talked about what we wanted from a relationship
-- and Chuck wanted sex, but that wasn't ALL he wanted, and he didn't press.
I gave it to him because he made me feel wanted."

	"And if you get pregnant?" Imelda raised an eyebrow.

	"I think Chuck wants me that way!" Carmela replied.  "You weren't
there, Mama!  Last night was magical!  It was not a time to play things safe
-- it was a time to take risks in order to win!  So I took the risks -- but
not as many as you might think.  Chuck is a serious boy...  We spent some
time sitting alone and asking each other serious questions before I made
commitments..."

	"And Chock -- he made commitments, also?"

	"Yes, Mama, he did -- and he honored them.  We didn't hide and do
things in the back seat of his car, we went out to dinner with the whole team
and their girlfriends and then went to a nice place and made love.  I am not
the estupido and I am not the mistress -- I am the girlfriend."  She waved
her finger at her mother.  "And I will be the wife!  You will see..."

	Imelda smiled crookedly.  "This was not your first time."

	Carmela jumped as if she'd been struck!  "What?"

	"Never once have you voiced a concern over your treasure, my flower.
That's because it is long gone, is it not?"  Imelda cocked her head.

	"Yes."  Carmela looked away.  "Do not ask -- I cannot tell you.  I
have not been... loose, however.  It has been some time.  Years."

	"Uncle Ramon is very romantic, is he not?  And very persuasive.  He
was the same way at fourteen..."

	"Mama?"

	"I knew.  I didn't expect it in advance so I did not warn you, but I
knew the signs when it was done.  I knew that he did not hurt you, too.  He
is your favorite uncle for the same reason that he is my favorite brother, no
doubt..." Imelda smiled crookedly.  "I don't know if I could have done better
-- it was... sweet.  Your aunt Lupe cannot control him, so she does not try
-- she merely makes sure he has something worthwhile to come home to."  She
sat back, remembering.  "He came to my bedroom during that visit, too.  It
wasn't the same as our childhood -- I was a grown woman, after all -- but it
was sweet and reminded me of that earlier time."

	Carmela received this information with vast surprise, but it was a
bond with her mother, after all.

	Imelda sighed.  "Is he romantic, like Ramon?"

	Carmela shook her head.  "Not like Uncle Ramon.  He did not sweep me
off my feet.  We promised not to lie to one another -- and I believe that he
has kept that promise.  I had concerns and was cautious -- and he had
concerns, too.  There were no empty promises, but there were commitments.  I
know I made the right decision."  She sat back.  "We... mesh.  We have fun.
I can be open with him and get a little wild, maybe -- and he won't take
advantage or think less of me.  He surprises me by accepting me as I am...
We are comfortable together."

	"And your weight?"

	"I asked him.  He thought about it and instead of telling me some
silly thing, he said that if I gained twenty pounds, he would spank me and
find a way to get me to take it off -- but he likes me fine as I am."

	"I watched him rubbing your belly..." Imelda ventured.

	"I was embarrassed the first time, but he likes it and I like it..."

	Imelda smiled.  "I can't think of a better way for him to prove that
it isn't a problem."  Carmela smiled back.  "He surprised me at the car..."
Imelda added, "He has the passion, the machismo.  I never expected that in a
gringo."  When her husband left her, Imelda swore off silver-tongued Latinos.
Blacks, in her opinion, were worse -- and a come-down.  But gringos hadn't
stepped up to the plate.  Imelda's hair-trigger temper required a strong,
uncompromising response or it went unchecked, taking her with it -- but Chuck
had done that, almost instinctively.

	"I was also surprised," Carmela admitted.  "We made commitments,
though -- and...  Did you hear him?  He called me his woman!"

	"I heard," Imelda agreed, nodding.  "Eventually, I will have to admit
that there is no man in this household..."

	"He knows already, Mama -- Chuck is not stupid.  He knows you lied,
and he knows why."

	"Ay!"  Imelda rubbed her face.  "This Chock..."

	"Chuck, Mama."

	"Chock."

	"Chuck."

	"Chuck," Imelda said carefully, getting it right.  "This Chuck may
end up BEING the man..."

	Carmela eyed her mother's poker face.  'Is she saying what I THINK
she's saying?' she wondered.  Coming on the heels of the revelation about
Uncle Ramon...

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	"Some back to bed, Martin," Jean Flanders murmured drowsily.

	"I'd like to, Sweetheart, but I can't -- the Superintendent of
Schools wants me available for a news conference over the Marauders formal
protest," Martin sighed.

	"That opened up a can of worms," Jean opined.

	"It needed doing -- the Marauders were hurting somebody on every team
they played, bullying teams so they could get wins out of them," Martin
asserted.  "This is long overdue -- and we both got off lucky and provided a
perfect case of the abuse.  That doesn't even take into account how
heartbreaking the footage of little Anita wailing over Todd's injury was!  We
did everything right, and now it's time to follow up and make sure the
Marauders coaching staff gets what they deserve!"

	"All right," Jean sighed.  "I'll make you some breakfast, then."

	"That's my girl!"  Martin leaned over and gave Jean a kiss.  "I have
to shower and get into a suit.  I love you!"

	"I love you, too!"  Jean threw on a dressing gown and headed off to
the kitchen.  She wasn't normally lazy in the morning, but Martin had been
seriously charged up when they came home from the dance and they'd made love
until Jean was exhausted; Martin finished that last time standing up, holding
her against him like a rag doll while he pounded his cock up into her.  The
man was AMAZING!  He was such a bear when they made love...  Jean would be
sore for a day, but she would be back for more, and they both knew it.  The
cloud generated by her child with Toby had dissipated with her depression
after the miscarriage and they were a committed couple -- and Martin was
thoroughly aware that Jean wanted more children, and wasn't chasing Jean over
birth control.  Jean was taking pills, but it was getting harder and harder
-- she needed to sit down with Martin soon and discuss long-term plans before
her subconscious defeated her honorable intentions and laid a trap!

	Two hours later, Martin was standing before a forest of microphones
attempting not to say anything actionable.  It wasn't your average Saturday
afternoon...

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