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Subject: {ASSM} "A Bikini Beach Summer" (20/21) {Daphne Xu}   (tg,magic,mc,off-screen sex,teens,young)
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    A Bikini Beach Summer
    by Daphne Xu

    Part 20
    Disaster

Thanks to ElrodW, Bikini Beach's creator, for invaluable comments
on this story.  The Bikini Beach universe and its principal
characters are copyright 2001 by him.

Any comments about Bikini Beach, how it works, what it does, by
characters other than Anya or Grandmother are potentially
non-canonical and wrong.  As this story is told from a particular
point of view by the protagonist, this includes comments by the
narrator.  The protagonist, and thus the narrative, are what the
protagonist believes or interprets from what he is experiencing.
Thus some of the mechanics of BB are biased by the protagonist's
view and experiences.  Furthermore, because of the particular
viewpoint of the story, those errors often won't be corrected. 
When the errors are corrected, the correction will often be
disbelieved and rejected.

    Sunday Evening, July 27

"Luke?"  Vanessa was crying over the phone.  "Tim's been
murdered.  Jen's out of her mind with grief.  I'm with her now,
but she needs all her friends.  Please come."

"Ma, Pa," I lowered the phone, about to cry again.  "Tim
Anderson, the person released on bail in Jill's murder, he's been
murdered.  Jen, she's one of the girls, was his friend, and she
needs all of us.  I have to go." I was babbling in my own grief
and confusion.

Ma, standing over a counter, was crying in distress.  "It's all
my fault!" Ma repeated.  Then she said, "Luke, please go.  Go
help your friends. Please!"

"Ma's ordering me to go," I told Vanessa.  "If I can get there, I
will. But someone has to take me.  Pa can't leave Ma.  She's
crying majorly."

"Mom'll get you," said Vanessa.  "Ten minutes, she says."

Ruth, Daisy, and I hovered in the background, as Ma cried her
eyes out, and Pa leaned over her, murmuring things I couldn't
make out.  Ma kept saying, "It's all my fault.  It's all my
fault."

I was relieved when the doorbell finally rang.  It was Mrs. King,
Vanessa's mom.  "How are they?" I asked, as we dashed to her car.

"Everyone's distressed," she replied simply, saying nothing
further as she drove off like a maniac.

We arrived in due time, ran up to the door and rang the bell. 
Mr. Lam, Jen's father, whom I'd never met, answered.  "Come in,
Mrs. King.  And you must be Luke.  Upstairs, both of you."

I followed Mrs. King up to Jen's room, scared of what I'd find.

The first thing I noticed upon entering the room was the distinct
odor of vomit.  Jen was in bed, not crying but frozen in the most
sickening expression of shock I'd ever seen.  She'd obviously
been crying earlier.

Alice, Vanessa, Carol, and Jen's mom were all sitting on the bed
next to her.  Alice was leaning over her, crying, "I'm so very
sorry!"

I had no idea what to say or do.  I leaned over and tried to hug
her, getting no response.  "It's me, Luke."  Jen's dad and Mrs.
King remained in the background until the doorbell rang and Mr.
Lam went to answer it.

Becky arrived, looking utterly devastated.  "Alice, Jen!  I'm so
very sorry!  I can't believe what happened.  Tracy, my brother,
was arrested today for Jill's murder.  His DNA apparently matched
the murderer's."  She collapsed onto the foot of the bed in a new
burst of tears.

Alice stared at Becky for a couple seconds, then burst into tears
and collapsed on Jen.  "Oh, Jen, Jen, Jen!  Everything I said,
everything I thought all this time, everything I believed about
Jill's murder has been totally wrong."

I had to do something.  I tried to hug Becky.  She said through
her tears, "That must be why I was suddenly sent to Aunt Yuko's
for the summer.  To get me out of the way, to keep me ignorant. 
My parents knew about Tracy."

Jen came out of her shock, and noticed the grief of Alice and
Becky.  We all got into a group hug.

There's no great loss without some small gain.  We were all
friends again, and nobody and nothing would tear us apart ever
again.

We stayed until quite late, but eventually we separated and
returned to our respective homes.  Vanessa may have stayed for
the night with Jen.

It took me forever to get to sleep.  I kept thinking about the
horror of what it's like to be murdered like Jill and Tim, the
horror of being falsely accused like Peter and Tim.  Perhaps
Becky's brother was going to undergo a horror similar to Peter
and Tim.  Maybe he deserved it as the actual murderer.  But with
the DNA match, they didn't need his confession.

         Monday, July 28

I woke up again crying about the girls' situation.  Alice's
cousin murdered.  Jen's friend Tim framed for the murder,
released on bail, then murdered himself.  Becky learning that her
brother Tracy was the murderer. And Ruth having been framed as
Peter for the murder.  I had all these memories of life with big
brother Peter as well as baby sister Ruth.

I stayed in bed for the longest time, remembering and crying,
then finally got up, got dressed, and went downstairs for
breakfast.  Ruth was already up, and she jumped up and hugged me,
crying.  "I'm so sorry about what happened!"  Ma was apparently
still in bed, refusing to get up.

"I'm taking the day off of work," said Pa.  "Ma needs me here. 
I'm very sorry about what happened as well."  He reheated my
breakfast, and turned on the Mental Work.  This was the first
time in a number of days that I'd listened to the Mental Work.  I
felt strangely comforted by Great- Grandma's firm-sounding voice.
 Then after I finished eating, Pa insisted that he and I record
the new Lesson-sermon for the week.  "This is all the more
important for the situation we are in.  Luke, right now you are
the only one who can record it with me."

Mr. Matsumoto stormed over here in the middle of our recording. 
"Tim Anderson's defense attorney called me, and informed me that
he'd called the police and urged them to investigate Anderson's
murder.  Apparently, the officer who spoke with him said that
justice had been done, the way it should have been done
originally.  The officer furthermore called him scum who got
murderers and other criminals off scott-free, and apparently
slammed the phone down before the attorney could point out that
the murderer was a different person.  The attorney's working to
get the identity of the officer.

"Television commentators have been saying the same thing," he
continued. "Even though a different person has actually been
identified and arrested based on the DNA evidence.  This is a new
low for them, but unfortunately, since Tim has been murdered,
there is no longer any defamation case against them.  They're
stupid; they're shameless.  And we can't do a damn thing about
it.

"The prosecutor, at least, sounded rational.  He promised full
investigation of Tim Anderson's murder, and denounced vigilante
justice precisely because it goes after the wrong person.  I
mentioned the defense attorney's encounter with the police
officer, and said that there was at least a faction in the police
force who apparently favored vigilante justice, and who might
have acted accordingly."

He departed shortly after, and we finished recording the lesson.
I went back up and lay in bed, dozing off and on, crying off and
on, fuming in anger off and on, until it was time to don my TKD
uniform and go off to piano lesson.

My mood, the recent events, and my lack of practice the previous
couple of days led to one of my worst piano lessons ever.  I'd
completely forgotten both pieces I was supposed to have
memorized, and was scolded just about every other minute to the
point that I was thinking of getting up and walking out.  I
didn't, though; I was too much of a coward.

Mrs. Prudence said something at the end of the lesson that
surprised me. "Everyone has an occasional bad lesson or
rehearsal.  Did you have a bad week or something?"

"Absolutely.  A dear friend of a friend of mine was murdered
yesterday. After being cleared and released from a false murder
accusation."  I knew he was cleared, because of Becky's brother's
arrest for the murder.

Mrs. Prudence said, "The case in the news?  Oh my!"

"That's only part of it.  Another friend's older brother was
arrested for the murder, and he apparently did it.  His DNA
matched the murderer's. That's sufficiently unbelievable as it
is, and you just won't believe the rest of it.  But yes, a very
bad week.  And this lesson...  well..."  I didn't have a real
sense of what I wanted to say, and was too much of a coward to
say it anyway.

I packed up my piano books, and went out -- only to encounter
outside the entire gang from Bikini Beach!  Vanessa, Jen, Alice,
Becky, and Carol, all arm-in-arm.  "Guys!" I exclaimed, hugging
them all.  Vanessa had to briefly let go of Jen to hug me.  Carol
gave me a wonderful long kiss, and whispered in my ear, "I love
you."  By now, I was blushing but very happy, seeing them all.

"We still needed to be together," Vanessa explained.  "Jen and
Becky need the support, Alice needs it, and we think you do too.
Jen needed to get out of the house."  I'd mentioned Ma's
breakdown of guilt and grief.

I joined them, sandwiched between Becky and Carol, and we all
went to the mall for my Taekwondo class.  Unlike my piano lesson,
the TKD class went fine, which was fortunate because the girls
were watching me.  The exercise let me forget my problems for the
moment.

Then we all went together to pick up Ruth at ballet.  "My
goodness!" she exclaimed upon emerging from the studio in her
leotard and tights.  "You all came with Luke, to pick me up! 
Carol!" she hugged her hard, and then me.  "Luke!  Hey Vanessa!"

I didn't want to let go of Carol or Becky, but I also wanted to
hold onto Ruth.  I resolved that conundrum by lifting Ruth up --
"Luke, what are you doing?" -- and sitting her on my shoulders,
her legs on either side of my head -- the way Pa sometimes
carried me when I was little.  Oof, she was heavy!  "You okay?" I
asked, as I returned my arms around Carol and Becky.

"I'm fine, Luke.  Just remember, if I fall, you're going down
with me." She clenched her muscular legs hard about my head and
shoulders to emphasize the point.

We started off home.

Ruth commented, "Pa carried me this way when I was just a
toddler, and later carried Luke the same way.  I never imagined I
would be carried again this way, this time by my kid brother --
especially as a nine-year- old girl."

"It's hard keeping in mind that that's really you in there
Peter," I said. "I'm so used to thinking of you as Ruth."

"When Pa took me to ballet today, he asked if I really wanted to
go. Wouldn't I be embarrassed as Peter doing it?  I told him I'd
gotten over my embarrassment my first week as Ruth, and now I
like the class.  As Pa discovered the hard way, ballet
complements Taekwondo nicely."

Carol said, "Ballet is supposed to be the ultimate humiliation
for a manly man or boy, turned into a girl.  That's probably why
they do it so often. Humiliation is one tactic they use to
control and convert you."

"Yaaaah," drawled Ruth.  "I think that Ma and Bikini Beach meant
it that way for me."

We walked some in silence, and then Ruth reached over and tapped
Becky's shoulder and said, "You're Tracy's kid brother, Bruce,
aren't you?"

Becky burst into tears.  "Yes, I'm so sorry!  I'm sorry about
everything!"

"Please, please!" said Ruth.  "I'm so very sorry for the
situation you're in.  I knew him a little in high school, and we
got to talking with each other and becoming friends when we
discovered that both of us would be going to Pacific Tech.  I
can't believe he'd do such a thing.  And I also can't believe I
would somehow be accused and blamed for the crime.  It's not your
fault, not in the least."

Becky was still crying, so I held her harder to me, hoping to
comfort her. Alice leaned against her from her other side, and we
wound up walking the rest of the way home pressed hard together,
Becky sandwiched between the two of us.

By the time we got home, my shoulders were aching like crazy with
the weight of Ruth.  I crouched down, and she dismounted into a
somersault, leaving me about to levitate into the air.  I stood
back up, awkward with dizziness, supported by Carol and Becky. 
Meanwhile, Ruth dashed inside, being the first as usual to
shower.

As I entered, I couldn't see either Ma or Pa, so I called out,
"Ma, Pa, I'm home.  My friends came with me."

Pa called out from the distance, in their bedroom.  "I can't come
out, we have an emergency.  Please make yourselves at home.  I've
called Mrs. P--, who's working for us."  Mrs. P-- was our
Christian Science Practitioner.

What was going on? I wondered, as I went into the kitchen to get
soda and snacks for my friends.  I screamed, my stomach heaved
trying to vomit, and I almost fell from faintness -- at the blood
in the kitchen.

My friends rushed in behind me, and suddenly there was chaos
everywhere as everyone screamed, fainted.  I felt myself being
pulled back, and heard Vanessa shouting over the noise,
"Everyone, back in the living room!  NOW!" She was grabbing and
yanking us all away.  I only barely noticed now what I didn't
notice first coming in, the blood spots leading from the kitchen
to Ma and Pa's bedroom.

"Someone get a camera!" shouted Vanessa.  "We need to photograph
this before messing it all up; we may need it as evidence.  Then
we can find out what happened."

Pa came out, carrying a camera.  "I'll do it, although it's
really not necessary."  He snapped a few pictures.  "Ma tried to
kill herself while I was taking Ruth to ballet class."

Oh my bloody cursed God!  I was too much in shock to actually
cry, but I felt like I was about to burst in tears.  I pulled
away from my friends trying to push me down into a chair.  All
the arguing about whether to call 911 or trust the Practitioner
faded into the background.  All I knew is that I had to do one
thing.

I made my way to the telephone, found the number for Bikini
Beach, and dialed.  As soon as someone answered, "Bikini Beach,
how may I help you?" I burst into tears and begged, "Please, let
me speak with Anya or Grandmother.  I'm Luke Cuttington.  I was
with--"

Grandmother's voice promptly came on the line.  "Luke, I'm so
sorry about young Anderson's murder and the arrest of your
friend's older brother."

"Ma tried to kill herself!  I don't know how bad.  Please do
something!"

"I'm so very sorry about your Ma," replied Grandmother.  "We're
going to do something.  I can't tell you our plan, but things
should be repaired."

"Thank you!"  I dropped the phone and collapsed.

I wasn't totally out of it; I did barely notice being lifted and
taken to the sofa.  I also barely registered sirens in the
background, but came suddenly alert when I realized they were
stopping here.

Men entered, and went into Ma and Pa's bedroom.  Something was
happening in there; I heard soft talk.  Eventually, Ma was
carried out tied to a stretcher, to the ambulance outside.

"Luke, Ruth," Pa said.  "I'm going with Ma to the hospital.  I
hope to return tonight, but if I don't, both of you are old
enough to spend the night alone, or if you want, you can go to
Daisy's house for the night."  I noticed Ruth and Daisy off to
the side, clinging to each other.

Jen came up in tears and hugged me.  "Oh, Luke!"  I cried again,
reminded that her friend was dead.  At least Ma was still alive.
We had another round of hugs and tears, including Ruth and Daisy,
hugging me together.

Vanessa said, "Girls, I think a couple of us should make
ourselves useful, by cleaning things up."  She went into the
kitchen, and began cleaning up the bloody spots.  I decided I
couldn't let my friends do all the work.

I got up and went into the bedroom.  I saw that the bedspread and
the light blanket underneath had blood on them.  A little had
soaked through to the sheets as well, although none to the
mattress pad and (thank goodness) to the mattress underneath.

When we took the blood-stained bedclothes to the washer, I asked,
"Can the bedspread and blanket be washed?"

"Yes," answered Alice, "but on delicate settings."

"Blood has to be washed with cold water.  Otherwise, it bakes
in," added Carol.  We started with the bedspread.

Meanwhile, others put on a new set of sheets, blanket, and
bedspread.  The kitchen floor was cleaned up, and someone found a
carpet stain remover, and cleaned the blood from the carpet.

We didn't limit ourselves to removing the blood.  Carol and I
cleaned up my room which tended to be rather messy.  Ruth and
Daisy cleaned up Ruth's room.  "Work is a good antidote to grief,
when we can't actually do anything," said Vanessa.  I also
overheard her telling Jen, "Mom says that during my brief
reappearances as Vernon, Vanessa's personally was beginning to
stick to me.  I'm not sure if that's a good thing."

"I hope you don't completely lose your carefree, cheerful
attitude," I told her.

"I'll probably wind up with a mixture of both.  It's all the
better to be able to say and do things that I as Vernon was too
scared to attempt.  I hope I wind up with the best of both."

I sighed.  "We haven't seen as much of your sister as before,
ever since she discovered that girls-only water park a month
ago."

"Tracy's made a bunch of new friends there," said Bruce, as we
walked through the mall.  It was about time to meet Peter to take
me home for dinner, and we were headed to the meeting point. 
"I've met a few of them. They're very nice.  Very hot, too.  You
know, Tracy keeps trying to get me to visit Bikini Beach.  I
think I managed to shut her up when I pointed out that Bikini
Beach was a girls-only water park, and I didn't want to be a
girl."

We both laughed together at his joke.  Then I said, "That would
be a nice idea for a fantasy TG Universe: a girls-only water park
that admits boys but changes them to girls."

Bruce sighed.  "Too bad it's impossible in real life."

We reached the entrance where Peter was going to pick me up.  I
said, "Peter wants me to join him in his babysitting job tonight.
 He thinks I might be able to take over for him when he heads off
to Pacific Tech."

"It's tough, dude.  You have my sympathies."

Shortly, Peter came to pick me up.  "Bye, Bruce," I said as I got
in the car.

"You don't seem very happy about joining me tonight, Kiddo," he
said as he drove off.  He was right there.  "Honestly, Daisy's a
great client.  She's great, her parents are great, and they pay
very well."  My ears did perk up at that.  Peter laughed.  "I'd
really have you rather than some random stranger take over for
me, when I leave."

No doubt, Daisy was one of the young girls I'd seen playing
around the neighborhood, one of the Asian ones, but what did a
fourteen-year- old boy have to do with nine-year-old girls?

We arrived home shortly after Pa got home from work.  Ma had
dinner almost ready.  The four of us chatted about random things
over dinner, and then Peter and I left for Daisy's house.

It was just a short walk.  Daisy lived a few houses down from us.
 Peter and I approached the door, Peter confidently, me
nervously, and Peter rang the doorbell.  Peter slipped his shoes
off as we waited for someone to answer the door, and I followed
his lead.

Mr. Matsumoto opened the door.  "Hello, Peter, come--"

"Ooof!"  A miniature bolt of lightning shot about Mr. Matsumoto
and grabbed Peter around the waist.

"Peter!" exclaimed the nine-year-old girl wrapped around him, as
Peter patted her back.  Then the girl turned to me.  "So you're
Peter's kid brother."  To my astonishment, she came and embraced
me as well.

For some reason, I found it natural to lift her up to eye-level,
and she put her hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in
the eye.

"Peter talks about you, Luke, and I feel like I know you very
well.  You'll make a great big brother."  I was flattered and a
bit embarrassed and flustered, and I liked her already.  Not to
mention that she was very, very pretty.

"As Daisy noticed, this is my kid brother, Luke," said Peter as I
followed him inside, carrying Daisy.  "I hope he takes over for
me when I leave for college, perhaps sometimes even earlier --
and Daisy appears to approve. I'd like him and Daisy to get
acquainted, so we're both working tonight. If you don't mind,
that is."

"Sounds great.  I'm happy to meet you, Luke."

Despite holding Daisy with both arms, I did manage to stretch one
hand out for a handshake.  "I'm pleased to meet you, too."

Mr. Matsumoto said, "Ellen will be down in a moment, and we'll be
on our way."

Daisy slid down and grabbed my hand.  "Let's go downstairs and
play.  The games are there."  I let her lead me on. 

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