When was Michael Jackson's first hit record?

What do Eric Clapton and Jimmy Page have in common? (other 
than guitars)

Has Canada always had ten provinces and three territories?

If you can't answer any of those questions, you are not 18 
years old! So go find something else to do instead of 
reading this story.


{Poster's Note: This is a follow up story to "Handi-
Capable"; though my darling wife has included a fair bit of 
expository information, you might enjoy it more if you read 
the series in completion.  Remember, even though I - Empath 
- am the one who posted these stories, my wife - Dancer - 
is the author.}

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Fledgling 
By Dancer 
Copyright, 2001


It had been eight months since Eric's recovery. He'd spent 
that time at the hospital getting tests done and physical 
therapy three times a week. His leg muscles had atrophied 
and the doctors ordered him to work out. So, Eric dutifully 
rode stationary bikes, used stair machines and lifted 
weights. His girlfriend, Christi, appointed herself his 
'sexual therapist' and each week on Saturday night, Christi 
would come over with a porno movie. They'd watch the movie 
and he would be 'tested' over the material.

The sessions really did help him learn control. He'd been 
paralyzed for fifteen years and never got a chance before 
that to explore sex. Christi taught him everything from 
jacking off to eating her out. Now, when they had sex, Eric 
could get Christi off before he shot his load. She 
appreciated his efforts and rewarded him by playing 
handmaiden when they showered afterwards.  He wanted to 
make up for lost time and today was the beginning of the 
first step: driver's education.

At 28 and having to sit through Driver's Ed class with a 
bunch of fifteen year olds was terrifying. Eric figured at 
best, the kids would tease him, and at worst, getting hit 
on by the blossoming young women. Christi was picking him 
up and taking him to the high school for his first day. She 
helped him get his permit and he felt confident with the 
driving. Eric sat in the passenger seat of her Camero 
thinking about how it would go when she came out of the 
blue with, "Eric, do you ever think about fucking other 
women?"

He was stunned. He loved Christi to death but, like any 
man, if a nice ass or long legs or a pair of plump tits 
came into sight, he got a raging boner. She knew he was 
faithful and he worried she might want to invite a 
girlfriend over sometime. "Yeah."

"That's healthy." She paused to turn the corner, then went 
on talking. "I just wondered because my brothers, when they 
decided girls were OK, they had a girl for every night of 
the week. A change is as good as a rest, is what I'm 
getting at."

"You want me to be with other women? Are we breaking up or 
what?" He was totally confused.

"No, no! I don't want to break up. Twenty years down the 
road, I don't want you blaming our relationship for not 
letting you check out other pussies."

The light bulb went on over his head. "Okay. I think I see 
what you're saying.  I don't regret that I've only had you. 
I'll still get excited if I see another woman with a great 
body but you're gonna be the one who gets me off." The 
school came into sight and Christi pulled up to the front, 
parking the car.

She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Keep in mind 
that if you ever touch another woman with sexual intent, 
I'll chop your hands off."

"Why my hands? My dick, yes, but hands?"

Christi held his chin between her thumb and index finger. 
"Because then *I* can make your life hell." She delivered a 
mind-blowing kiss. "Now play nice with the other kids."

Eric slipped off his seatbelt and pulled her close. "You 
are a blood thirsty bitch, aren't you? And you're all 
mine!" He growled deeply and chewed on her neck before 
leaving the car. They waved to each other as she left and 
he went inside the building.

He walked down the hallway to room 105 and opened the door. 
It was a typical classroom with desks and a blackboard. Of 
the twenty students, he saw only one other guy seated in 
back. The stranger waved Eric to the desk next to his and
Eric had to run through the gauntlet of females. They wolf 
whistled and said, 'Nice ass!' as he worked his way to the 
other male. He sat down and shifted his legs under the 
desktop. "Brian. You new?"

Eric turned to see a Marilyn Manson look alike. Brian had 
long black hair and a very pale face. "I'm Eric and I'm 
kinda new. This is my first driver's ed."

"I go to the alternative school. You a senior?"

"No. I graduated in '89."

Brian scowled. "What the fuck is a 28 year old guy doing in 
driver's ed?"

"Well, I was in a wheelchair for fifteen years."

He nodded. "Mmm, that'd do it. How come you ain't in one 
now?"

"It's a long story. Let's just say my girlfriend gave me 
the cure."

"Cool." The door opened and in walked a short, beautiful 
blonde. The blonde had a nice rack up front and wore a tiny 
skirt that just covered her ass. "The black widow," Brian 
stage whispered and twitched his fingers. He saw Eric was 
going to ask about the nickname. "Tell you after class."

The blonde set her bag on the big table in front. "Hello 
class. I'm Mrs. Redfern." Groans went up. "I know you were 
supposed to have Mr. McCoy but he had an accident with the 
jigsaw in shop class."

"She probably waved her tits in his face," Brian said under 
his breath.

Eric choked and Mrs. Redfern frowned at him. "Is there a 
problem?"

"No ma'am." Eric had an innocent look plastered across his 
face.

"We're going to go over the Young Drivers of America manual 
today." She pulled out a stack of books from her bag. As 
she passed them out, she said, "Now, we won't get behind 
the wheel until Thursday. Don't forget to write your name 
on the cover." Mrs. Redfern handed Eric his book and he had 
to pry it from her as she played coy with him. After she 
handed out a manual to each person, she told them to turn 
to page one and she read the whole thing out loud.

The two hours dragged but came to an end. Eric and Brian 
escaped first and they headed out to the parking lot. Brian 
sat on a concrete bench and pulled out a pack of 
cigarettes. He stuck one in and lit it with his Zippo. He 
inhaled and let the smoke blow out his nostrils. "Tell me 
about the 'black widow'," Eric said.

Brian flicked off the ash. "When she started teaching, one 
of the janitors was watching her wiggle her ass down to the 
teachers lounge. She knew he was looking and flashed her 
tits at him. He was buffing the floor at the time and the 
sucker got away and he went head first into the concrete 
wall." He took another drag. "This other time, the old 
principal, Mr. Jackson, dropped dead of a heart attack in 
his office. When the ambulance got there, Mrs. Redfern was 
buttoning her blouse if you know what I mean."

"Here she comes," Eric said and they both shut up. Eric 
watched Mrs. Redfern click down the sidewalk in her black 
high heels. She stopped in front of them and looked back at 
her legs.

She turned, which pulled her skirt up, and asked Eric, "Is 
there a run in my stocking?"

He could see the half-moon curves of her ass and the 
elastic tops of her pantyhose. "I don't see any, do you 
Brian?" Brian studied the situation and shook his head. 
"Nope, no runs at all."

"Thank you, boys." Mrs. Redfern faced them and tugged at 
her blouse, freeing the top couple of buttons. "Woo, it 
sure is hot out here. Thank the Lord for air conditioning." 
By now, the shirt flapped open and the guys got an eyeful 
of tanned breasts covered by a lacy white bra. She didn't 
notice the avocado green Camero that pulled up behind her 
with Christi in the driver's seat.

Christi motioned for the guys to be quiet as she moved to 
the passenger seat.  She stuck her head out the window and 
said in a loud voice, "Hi Mrs. Redfern!"

The teacher jumped and began buttoning her blouse. She 
backed up and stuttered, "Hi Christi. I was just...ah, just 
reminding these boys about...ah, Thursday. Yeah, Thursday."

"You sure look pretty today, Mrs. Redfern."

"Th-th-thank you." Mrs. Redfern ran to her car and sped 
away from Christi.

Eric asked, "What the hell was that all about?"

Christi chuckled out, "I had her when I did driver's ed and 
I caught her giving head to one of male students. She's 
afraid one day I'll go to the school board and get her 
fired." She noticed Brian. "Hey Brian. I haven't seen you 
in forever."

Brian leaned through the passenger window. "The folks don't 
think I need a babysitter anymore. How'd you hookup with 
this bozo?"

Eric protested and Christi laughed. "Over the computer. We 
emailed for a while then met in person last summer."

Brian inhaled the last drag from his cigarette. He dropped 
the butt and ground it under his sneaker. "Cool. Can I bum 
a ride home?"

"No prob, but you gotta sit in back," Christi replied. 
Brian got in and Eric pushed the seat back. They buckled up 
and pulled away from the school. Brian talked to Christi, 
mostly about school and music.

"How come you go to alternative school?" Eric asked. "They 
didn't have that when I was here."

"You know who Marilyn Manson is, right?" Eric nodded. "Over 
the summer of '98, I grew my hair long and dyed it black. 
The teachers complained that I was 'a distraction to the 
educational system' because I kinda look like him. His 
music's cool but not my thing and I got a choice of going 
to alternative school or kicked out altogether. Not cause I 
was dealing or have a 'learning disorder'. The teachers are 
full of shit anyway."

Christi pulled along side the curb in front of a ranch-
style house. Eric got out and let Brian out. "Hey Chris, 
can you give me a ride Thursday to the junior high?" She 
said yes and he danced a little. "I getta drive a real car!
Woo-hoo!" He high-fived Eric and strolled up to the house.

They drove towards Christi's apartment and she asked, "So, 
how did your day go?"

"Brian's the only other guy in the class. The girls 
commented on my physique and Mrs. Redfern hit on me."

"I can't blame them. You are one good-looking hunk of man." 
The car parked in the building's lot and they got out, 
holding hands as they walked to her ground floor apartment. 
Christi had only essential furniture and the fridge was 
empty since she spent most of her time at Eric's.

As Eric looked around, a thought popped in his head. 
"Christi, have you ever thought about moving in with me? 
You're with me most of the time anyway."

"Yeah, I have." Christi shrugged her shoulders and turned 
to him. "I didn't say anything about it because we haven't 
been together for very long."

"Would you, if I asked?" Eric stuffed his hands in his 
pockets.

"If you were asking, I'd need time to think."

"How much time?"

"Hmm-mmm," Christi looped her hands around Eric's neck and 
nibbled his jawline playfully. "Depends."

His cock swelled to semi-hardness. "On what?" Eric closed 
his palms over her breasts, massaging them.

"On how fast we can pack up my stuff." She pulled herself 
free and grinned. "I have been waiting for you to ask me." 
Eric followed Christi to her bedroom and saw all the 
stacked boxes. "The furniture stays, including the bed. My 
whole life packed in two suitcases and eleven boxes."

Eric pouted. "Except for me. I'm not in a box."

"A strapping young man like you needs a particular box," 
Christi replied and drew his hands down to her heat. "I 
hope you aren't claustrophobic cause it's a small, tight 
box."

"I like tight places. I pray I won't stretch the walls out 
of shape." Eric knelt before his girlfriend and removed her 
jeans. When the denims reached her ankles, Christi kicked 
them off. The flowered panties came next. Her pubes were 
shaven bare and Eric kissed the fatty mound. He pondered 
briefly when she shaved herself but lost himself in her 
beautiful vulva.

Christi backed to the mattress and lay down, exposing her 
pussy to Eric. He shifted her butt to the edge of the bed 
and placed her knees on his shoulders.  He brushed his 
mouth over her outer labia, smelling her dampness. He 
twirled his tongue along the seam and tasted her sweet 
honey. Two thumbs spread the puffy lips apart, revealing 
the florid folds inside and an erect clitoris peeking from 
beneath its hood.

Trickles of cum coated Christi's inner labia and Eric 
lapped the juices up. A sigh left her mouth. He moved into 
some serious cunnilingus, licking her slit from perineum to 
clit and back. Eric pushed her thighs further apart and 
teased her slick pearl with his tongue. Closing his lips 
over it, he suckled the sensitive bud lightly and eased two 
fingers in her hole. The digits gave her a taste of 
fucking, sliding in and out only an inch. Eric planned for 
his lover to be at the height of an orgasm before he 
plunged his cock inside her snugness.

He continued to suck her clit as she begged and pleaded for 
his cock. "Eric, please, fuck me. Aairric, please-please, I 
need you bad!" Christi groaned for him to put his dick in 
her pussy and he made her wait for him.

Eric released her clit and gazed up at Christi. "Do you 
want me to fuck you?" She nodded vigorously. He began 
sliding his hand over his boner as he stood up. "May be." 
Eric brushed his left fingertips over her hairless mound. 
"Did you shave for me?" Christi whimpered an affirmative. 
Eric pumped himself. She hadn't seen him act like this 
before. He was taking the initiative and making *her* wait 
on the brink of orgasm. Her vaginal walls tensed with 
excitement.

Cum dribbled out of her cunt. Eric was enjoying himself. 
'Would she do what he asked?' he wondered. "Play with 
yourself, Christi. Keep those legs wide. I want to see you 
cum." His stroking paused as she spread her cunt lips open 
and rubbed her clit above the hood. She's doing it! She's 
really doing it! Eric thought giddily. The stroking on his 
manhood resumed.

She didn't take long to heat up. "Oooo god, I'm close!" 
Eric stepped between her thighs and watched for her cream 
to start flowing. Christi clamped her mouth tightly shut 
along with her eyes and felt her body contract with orgasm.
Quickly, Eric grabbed her wrists and forced them away. Her 
eyes flew open and he caught her with his hot gaze. 
Thrusting his hips forward, Eric plunged his hard cock into 
her spasming cunt up to his heavy balls.

Eric fell on top of Christi, imprisoning her wrists high 
above her head. She adjusted her pelvis and accepted the 
pounding happily. His mouth found hers and plundered the 
warm depths with his tongue, mimicking the fucking. Christi 
hooked her ankles together behind his back and bucked her 
hips upwards. A wave of pleasure came over her and she 
wanted to arch her back. Eric let his weight hold her down 
and kissed harder.

Christi was pinned to the bed and unable to move. She loved 
every second of the immobility. Eric swallowed her cries of 
ecstasy and felt his balls raise up, tightening. Now 
Christi accepted her man's grunts of bliss in her moist 
mouth. His cock swelled, then filled the hot pussy with 
loads of his cum. The hard kiss softened automatically as 
each returned from Nature's high. Eric levered his weight 
onto his forearms and broke the kiss. Christi's lips were 
swollen, chapped and curved into a smile.

"Eric," she sighed. "I want it to always be like this."

He burrowed into her shoulder. "Then marry me."

"Okay." Eric lifted his face away from her sweaty skin and 
squinted at her. "I said okay."

"I heard you. I expected a different reaction, is all."

"Like what? Jumping up and hugging you? You fucked my 
brains out! I'm lucky I still remember how to speak 
English."

"When?"

She titled her head, thinking. "After you get your driver's 
license. August or September, maybe."

"Mom'll be happy. She thinks you walk on water since you 
got me out of that damned chair." He kissed her tenderly 
and they lay in bed for a while. "Did you pack your towels? 
I feel all sticky."

"I did, sorry. We can clean up at your place."

"*Our* place," Eric corrected Christi.

           *           *           *           *

Thursday morning came early and Christi dropped Eric off at 
the junior high. She had to pick up Brian and told Eric 
Brian always waits until the last minute to go anywhere. 
Eric leaned against the cool bricks and glanced at his 
watch. 7.45 am. Time to kill. He saw Mrs. Redfern pull into 
the lot driving the standard, white, four-door, Ford Escort 
with 'Student Driver' pasted on the trunk. She climbed out 
wearing a similar outfit to the one from Tuesday. "Good 
morning, Eric. Where's your driving buddy?"

"He's on his way."

"Good. We can put you behind the steering wheel first," she 
said. Mrs. Redfern was glad the two boys chose each other. 
There would be no girls in the way of her pedophilic 
conquests. She stared at Eric's crotch as he walked over to 
the car.

Eric got in, closed the door and fastened his seatbelt. 
Mrs. Redfern slid into the front seat across from him. Her 
skirt had hitched up, showing generous amounts of thigh. 
"Let me see if that belt is adjusted properly," she purred 
and snaked a hand over his fly. "Right where it should be."

"Uh, Mrs. Redfern, you shouldn't be touching me like that."

"Call me Lily."

"Lily, you shouldn't be touching me like that," Eric 
repeated.

Her fingers unsnapped his jeans and pulled down the zipper. 
"But you like it. See?" She eased the waistband of his 
underwear over his cock and held the satiny hardness. "The 
first lesson is to pretend the wheel is a clock and keep 
your hands on the ten and two positions." Eric gripped the 
plastic wheel hard. "Very good, Eric. You're a fast 
learner."

His voice cracked. "Brian will be here any minute."

"I know. I want his cock, too," Lily growled and began 
stroking Eric. 

"Oh GOD!"

"Cumming so soon? I better get to work." Her mouth closed 
over his prick, swallowing him whole. He stared transfixed 
at her blonde head bobbing up and down his length. The 
tingling in his boys told Eric he was going to shoot his 
load very quickly. Lily's lips dragged over his shaft and 
her teeth grazed the sensitive flesh. This was every 
adolescent male's fantasy: getting head from the hot 
teacher at school. He should be enjoying this, right?

Christi's voice called to him from a great distance. Eric's 
voice strangled in his throat and he tried to call for 
help. There was another voice, too, a bit deeper, like a 
man's. Brian's face peered in the driver's window and he 
got an excellent view of the blowjob. "Holy shit! Hey 
Christi, Mrs. Redfern's giving Eric head!"

The passenger door flew open and the hot mouth surrounding 
Eric's cock disappeared. He looked over and saw Christi 
beating the crap out of Lily. "You fucking bitch!" WHAM! 
Lily got a punch in the face. Christi called Lily 
everything from a bitch to a child molester and brought her 
point home by hitting Mrs. Redfern's body and face. Lily 
was thrown on the hood and Eric saw the blood pouring from 
her mouth and nose. His fiancee grabbed Lily's red stained 
blouse in her fists. "I'm going right to the cops and the 
school board on this. I understand inmates look down on 
child molesters." Christi slammed Mrs. Redfern into the 
metal hood.

Brian's brown eyes were wide and he immediately lit up a 
smoke. Exhaling a long drag, he said, "Whoa. This is some 
serious shit." The tobacco burned down to the filter and 
Brian quickly lit up another.

Eric unclipped his belt and slowly got out of the car. 
Christi looked over the hood at him with a flushed face and 
wild eyes. "Eric, are you all right? Did that slut hurt 
you?"

He cleared his throat. "No. She just whipped out my dick 
and started sucking." Sirens cried in the distance and grew 
louder as the police car approached. It squealed to a stop 
beside the four of them and the cops got out. The passenger 
officer drew his gun and trained it on Christi. The driver 
saw Lily's prone body and radioed for an ambulance.

The driver hooked the receiver back up and walked to Eric 
and Brian. "We got a call about an assault. What happened 
here?" He got out a pad and pen.

"I'm Eric Sullivan. I'm here for my driver's ed class." 
Eric gestured at Lily. "That's my instructor, Mrs. Redfern. 
Mrs. Redfern took liberties with my person."

Officer Lewis, his nametag read, asked, "Who are the other 
two?"

Eric motioned at Brian. "This is Brian, my driving buddy. 
And the other woman is my fiancee, Christi Parks."

"Brian what?"

"Brian Ekhardt," Brian answered.

"Uh huh," Officer Lewis scribbled in his notebook. Lily 
Redfern was known around the police station but they could 
never get any eye witnesses to testify about what she did. 
All she had on her record were a few complaints. "What kind 
of liberties? I have to know for my report."

Eric flushed and replied, "Mrs. Redfern was giving me an 
unwanted blowjob when Brian and Christi pulled up."

More scribbling. "Mr. Ekhardt, did you witness this...blow 
job?"

"Oh yeah! I saw her sucking him down like a vanilla shake 
on a hot summer day. Right through the driver's window, 
sir."

Lewis' face was expressionless. Inside he was yipping for 
joy. If Eric and Brian would testify in court, Lily would 
be stripped of her teaching license. He looked at Eric and 
asked, "What happened to Mrs. Redfern?"

"Christi got extremely upset and beat her up."

Lewis walked over to the other side of the car. "Miss, 
we're going to have to arrest you for assault and battery. 
Put your hands behind your back." Christi did as he asked. 
Lewis slapped the handcuffs on her wrists. "OK Nick,
Mirandize her." Nick drew out a card from his breast pocket 
and read from it to Christi. She said yes, she understood 
when he finished.

Nick opened the rear door of the black and white and pushed 
Christi inside. Eric called to Lewis, "How long is she 
going to be in jail? What can I do now?"

"She'll have to appear before a judge for her sentencing. 
I'd say get her a lawyer down to the station." The officers 
climbed back in the squad car and left.

Brian took charge. "There's a pay phone across the street. 
We'll call my folks and ask them about finding a lawyer." 
He grabbed Eric's arm and dragged him to the gas station. 
Brian reached in his pocket for change and dialed his home 
number. "Dad? It's Brian. There's a problem here. Remember 
Christi Parks? Her boyfriend is in my driver's ed class and 
she got busted for assault and battery on Mrs. Redfern. 
He's 28. It's a long story. Can you get a hold of a lawyer 
and come pick us up? We're at the QuikStop across from the 
junior high. Tell Mom I'm fine. Bye." He said to Eric, "My 
dad's coming to get us. Don't worry. Things'll work out."

           *           *           *           *

Friday morning at nine, Eric and his family sat in the 
front row of the gallery. Christi's mother, Patricia, and 
brother, Tom, sat on the other side of Eric. Brian and his 
folks were there, too. Eric tugged at his tie and saw 
Christi being led through a side door into the courtroom. 
She wore an orange jumpsuit and her hands were cuffed in 
front this time. She waggled her fingers at him, looking 
bedraggled and tired. The bailiff sat her down behind the 
defendant's table with her attorney.

The bailiff walked to the bench and spoke loudly, "Hear ye, 
hear ye! Court is now in session. The Honorable Judge K. 
Laura O'Kelly presiding." Judge O'Kelly came in from a 
closed door and adjusted her robes. She sat down and banged 
her gavel.

"Order, please." The courtroom quieted. "OK Bill, what have 
we got?"

The bailiff handed her a manila folder. "Redfern v. Parks, 
assault and battery."

The judge glanced at Lily's battered face and at Christi's 
tired one. "Seems clear cut. Mr. Jordan, you're up."

Mr. Jordan, Lily's attorney, stood. "Your honor, my client 
was attacked, beaten and insulted by the defendant while at 
her teaching job. The defendant has confessed her crimes 
and shows no remorse for her actions." He sat down.

Christi's lawyer, David Grundy, waited for the judge to 
give her nod. When she gave it, he stood up. "Your honor. 
My client, Miss Parks, had provocation for her attack on 
Mrs. Redfern. Mrs. Redfern was abusing her position as a 
teacher by sexually assaulting one of her driver's 
education students. The student is Miss Parks' fiance. I 
know if I was attacked that way, my wife would see red as 
well. We have a witness to the attack willing to testify 
and the victim also. Miss Parks will stand by your 
judgement and serve her time, if you deem it necessary. 
Thank you."

Judge O'Kelly raised an eyebrow at the last comment. "Mr. 
Jordan, you may call your witness."

Mrs. Redfern got on the stand and testified through tears 
about the terrifying and viscous assault on her person. Her 
attorney let her tell her side with no questions asked. Mr. 
Grundy, however, went into a cross-examination. "Mrs. 
Redfern, you say you were only helping Eric Sullivan adjust 
his safety belt properly, correct?" Lily said yes. "Mrs. 
Redfern, do you know what this is?" David held out a sheet 
of paper and Lily shook her head. "It is test results taken 
last night during your visit to the emergency room. The 
doctor on call had to stitch your lip, correct?"

Lily shifted nervously in her seat. "Yes, sir. He did."

"You may not realize but every patient that comes into the 
ER has his or her blood tested for diseases; such as HIV, 
Hepatitis, and so forth. The doctor swabbed your saliva and 
drew some blood. This paper tells me that the saliva sample 
had an anomaly, something that didn't look right. That swab 
didn't just have your saliva on it, did it, Mrs. Redfern?"

"No," she whispered.

"The lab found traces of semen, only hours old. Now, can 
you tell me how you got fresh semen in your mouth?"

Lily's eyes widened and she gazed at Mr. Jordan. "Um, my 
boyfriend..."

"Mrs. Redfern, I remind you that you are under oath and 
there is a severe penalty for perjury."

Tears streamed down her bruised face. "Eric. It's Eric's 
semen."

"And how did Eric's semen get into your mouth?"

She broke completely. "I gave him head! I put his penis in 
my mouth!" She ran from the courtroom bawling. A court 
officer stopped her at the doors.

Judge O'Kelly pounded her gavel for quiet. "Order! I want 
order or I'll clear the court!" The only sound was the 
muffled sobs from Lily. "Mr. Grundy. It seems your client 
had good cause but Miss Parks admitted her guilt to the 
assault. Miss Parks, stand please." Christi got up and 
looked at the judge. "I find the defendant, Christina 
Elisabeth Parks, guilty of assault in the sixth degree. I 
sentence you to five days in jail, a term to begin at ten 
am this morning and time served."

Eric touched Christi's back. "What does that mean?"

"I start my sentence in twenty minutes. The time I was in 
last night is taken off the five days. I should be out 
Tuesday morning." Christi tugged on Eric's lapels and 
kissed him. "I love you, Eric. Don't forget about me." Bill 
the bailiff took her back out the same door she entered.

"Thanks, Mr. Grundy," Eric said and shook hands.

"You're welcome. Don't worry about the fee, it's pro bono."

Eric, his family, Brian, his family and Christi's family 
left the courthouse together and went to lunch. Eric barely 
touched his burger and fries. Brian patted Eric's back. 
"Don't worry, big guy. Christi'll be okay." The group broke 
up and Eric headed for home, wanting to be by himself.

The house was empty without Christi there. Eric grabbed a 
picture of them off the fireplace mantle from their day at 
his company's picnic. Engineers are never dull, he thought 
with a slight grin. The memory came back to him. A game of 
basketball and Christi driving down the court with the 
ball. Eric knew she was going to charge him and knock him 
on his ass. She held the ball up, like taking a shot, and 
fell into his arms.

Eric's supervisor, Mitch, had taken the photo. Eric held 
Christi around her waist, his hands gripping her butt and 
face buried in her cleavage. She was off the ground in mid-
jump, the ball flying out of her hands. He was naked to the 
waist and wore a pair of gym shorts. Christi had on his 
favorite outfit: light pink halter-top (no bra) and cutoffs 
with ragged hems.

He brushed Christi's image with his lips. "I love you." He 
glanced at the bulge under his trousers. "And my dick loves 
you, too." Eric held onto the picture and made his way 
upstairs for a bath. The water sprayed out the spigot and 
filled the tub with steamy water. Eric poured in some of 
Christi's bubble bath and stripped down. His hard on sprang 
out and he debated on beating the meat but decided to wait 
until later.

Eric climbed in and leaned against the back, trying to 
relax. He missed her so much. The five days were going to 
seem like forever. He finished soaking and dried off. He 
padded into the bedroom and crawled between the cool 
sheets. A half-formed idea drifted into his mind.

BANG! BANG! BANG! Eric woke with a jolt. Somebody was at 
the door. He glanced at the bedside clock: 1.30 in the 
afternoon. The pounding resumed and Eric threw on some 
jeans and rushed downstairs. He opened the door and found 
Brian standing there. "What are you doing here?"

Brian walked in. "I have got primo news! The school board 
gave us 'byes' for driver's ed! They called Dad and told 
him that 'those young men have been traumatized and 
emotionally scarred from this ordeal and will receive 
passing grades'. We are done! I'm headed up to the mall and 
am taking that exam tomorrow!"

"Wait a sec. You're telling me the school board passed us 
for driver's ed and we can go take our tests tomorrow."

"Got the papers right here." Brian held folded paper in his 
hands. He gave one to Eric. "I can't wait to start 
cruising. Got my eye on this HFC red head."

"HFC?"

"You know, Hot For Cock. That's the nickname for the 
Catholic school girls."

"Okaaay. I got an idea floating around in my head and I was 
wondering if you'd help me out." Brian agreed. "Hear me 
out. I wanted to get Christi something special for her 
birthday. I decided on a tattoo and an earring...and an 
engagement ring."

"Taking the plunge! Eric, you dog. Like the sign says, 
'Everything You Want' is at the mall. Wanna go now? Dad's 
out in the car."

"Let me grab a shirt. We're going just for the birthday 
stuff, right? Driving tests tomorrow?" Brian shook his head 
yes and waited. Eric ran upstairs and grabbed the closest 
thing he found - one of Christi's KISS shirts.

The Pacific Coast mall was packed with cars. Brian's dad 
found a spot open near the entrance to Sears. Brian told 
his dad where Eric and he would be and they separated. 
Brian led Eric through the center of the building and down 
a corridor near the toilets. 'Skin Deep' flashed in green 
neon above the entrance and they went inside. An older 
woman stopped them and asked for ID. They showed her their 
permits. "This one's OK. You," she pointed at Brian, "can't 
get one without parental permission."

"I don't want a tattoo. I'm here as moral support for this 
guy. He wants one for his fiancee."

The woman grinned. "First one, huh?"

Eric nodded. "Yep. Nervous as hell." She laughed and 
brought them to the counter. The walls were covered with 
tattoo art and Eric was awestruck. "You got quite a 
selection."

"First timers want the extravagant. I tell 'em to get 
something simple. This shit don't wash off!" She opened a 
book with more drawings. "Fiancee, right? Get what you 
like, cause you hafta live with it."

"I was thinking about putting it on my biceps. Is that a 
good spot?"

The lady nodded. "Sure." She squeezed his upper arm. "You 
got definition. It might hurt some. Sole of the foot is 
best, nice thick skin. Chest is bad for a guy but OK for a 
gal. Remember, simple!"

Brian and Eric searched for the right tattoo. Eric wanted 
it to be colorful and macho. Nothing caught his eye. 
Christi had a rose. What would go with a rose? Another 
rose? Nah. Her name in a heart? Overrated. He thought about 
what he liked: AC\DC, Christi, computers and small animals. 
A butterfly, maybe? Not on his arm. "Hey, can you tattoo 
somebody's butt?"

"Why not?" The lady shrugged her shoulders. "It won't hurt 
when the needles put the ink in but you gotta sit down."

"I found a nice small butterfly. I'd get teased at work if 
I put on my arm. I thought about my butt. Christi would be 
one of the few people to see it." Eric showed her the 
drawing of an orange butterfly with black spots on either 
wing. It was about two inches square in size.

"Hey Charlie! Got a transfer for 783?"

Charlie dug around in the filing cabinet. "Right here. 
C'mon over, big guy." Eric walked over to the dentist-style 
chair. "Where do you want it?"

"On my left butt cheek."

"Okay. Undo the pants and show me exactly." Eric did that 
and pulled his jeans over his left hip, patting the bare 
flesh. "Above where the pocket is on the outside. Got it. 
Hop up in the chair and get comfy." Eric got in the chair 
and lay on his right side facing Brian, who watched 
eagerly. "Can you get on your belly?" Eric flopped over and 
lowered his jeans.

Charlie swabbed the area with alcohol and shaved off the 
tiny blonde hairs. He rubbed more alcohol on and changed 
into fresh gloves. The transform was placed and saturated 
with water so the outline was on Eric's cheek. Eric heard a 
whining sound and the paper disappeared. Charlie talked 
about what he was doing. "I'm gonna outline in black ink 
first. Just keep still and don't laugh."

Brian watched as Charlie's electric needle poked in and out 
of Eric's skin. Eric felt tiny pricks pierce his ass. "How 
long should this take?"

"Maybe forty minutes. An hour tops. Only gotta change 
needles twice. Nice choice, dude." The whining noise 
soothed Eric and he shut his eyes. Charlie worked; going 
faster when he realized Eric was asleep. The outline was 
done along with all the black highlights. Charlie changed 
the needles for pre-sterilized ones and put on another pair 
of clean gloves. The orange ink began to fill in the gaps 
in the wings.

Charlie wiped the new ink, checking for uncolored areas. 
Perfect. He nudged Eric awake. "All done. I'm taping a 
gauze pad over it to prevent infection. If it looks weird, 
get to a doctor."

"Can I see it?" Eric asked. Charlie gave him a hand up and 
stood him backwards to a full-length mirror. Eric took the 
hand mirror and looked in it over his shoulder. The 
butterfly was beautiful! "Cool. Thank you very much." 
Charlie taped on the bandage. Eric carefully brought up his 
pants, keeping one hand on the gauze. Eric went to the lady 
at the counter and paid in cash.

Brian exclaimed, "That was too cool! I wish I could see the 
look on her face when she sees it."

"She's going to have to find it first," Eric commented and 
Brian laughed. They found a little boutique that did free 
ear piercing with a purchase of studs. The girl at the 
counter asked if they needed any help. "I want to get my 
ear pierced."

"Right one," Brian whispered. "Left means you're gay."

"My right ear, please." Eric picked out a single silver 
stud from the display. The girl made him sit on a padded 
stool and he winced. The girl cleaned his lobe with 
alcohol, then used a felt-tipped pen to mark where the 
earring would go through. She held a gun up and slipped the 
lobe between the earring and the backing.

"This will pinch and it's all done." The stud went through 
his flesh quickly and Eric didn't feel a thing. She wiped 
his ear again with alcohol. Eric paid out the $15 for the 
earring and some cleaning solution. He memorized the girl's 
instructions about the care of his new piercing. Brian and 
Eric were walking out the store when she called, "We do 
belly rings, too!" and winked.

"I don't know how you stand it! Man, I'd be taking up that 
offer!"

"Most women couldn't see past my handicap when I was 
paralyzed. Don't ask now. I swear I'll tell you soon." 
Brian just shook his head. The guys found Brian's dad 
sitting near the fountain. "Know a good place for an 
engagement ring?"

Brian's dad, Roger, chuckled. "The jewelry store?" The trio 
went into the one by Sears and Eric checked over the 
selection of rings. Most were a set of three: the 
engagement ring and his and hers wedding bands. Christi 
would help decide on the wedding bands. The engagement ring 
was all Eric's choice.

Christi liked things a little off center. Diamonds were on 
par for engagements but they had gotten so cliche. Brian 
yelled at Eric, "I think I found a good one!" Eric went 
over and looked through the case. In the center of the 
display was a lovely, teardrop shaped diamond with a single 
diamond chip on either side. The gems were set on a gold 
colored band.

The clerk came over and asked, "Can I help you gentlemen 
find anything?"

Eric pointed at the ring Brian found. "I'd like to see that 
one, please." The man unlocked the case and pulled it out.

"It's a beautiful, pear-cut diamond at two carats."

"What size is it? I need a 7."

The man checked the tag and smiled. "Size 7 exactly."

"I'll take it." Eric pulled his wallet out of his hip 
pocket. The clerk just stood there staring.

"Ah, sir, this ring is priced at $2400. Are you sure you 
want it?"

"I'm sure." Eric flashed his credit card. "Charge it." The 
clerk led him to the cash register. Eric prayed the card 
cleared, even though he knew he had enough credit. 
'Approved' came up on the register's display and the clerk 
gingerly placed the ring in a velvet box. Eric signed the 
receipt and thanked the man.

Roger said, "I can't believe you paid that much."

"Christi's worth every penny." The men left the mall and 
the Ekhardts dropped Eric off at his house. He phoned his 
parents and told them the news about passing driver's 
education. His dad said Eric could use their car and that 
he would be by tomorrow a little before ten in the morning. 
Eric hung up and slowly ascended the ramp to his room. He 
placed the bagged ring in his sock drawer and got in bed. 
He thought about how Christi was fairing in jail. Was she 
okay? Did they feed her? Is she lonely for him? He decided 
to visit her after he (hopefully) got his license Saturday.

End

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{Poster's postscript: If you liked these stories, there's a 
third 'chapter' waiting, called "Learning to Fly" - it 
should be available near its 'sibling' stories.  It's also 
considered good form to send a 'thank-you' email; though 
Dancer isn't online, you may send compliments to the 
address given on the "From:" line - I'll pass your kudos on 
to her.}


Michael Jackson's first hit was with his brothers as The 
Jackson 5 in 1972 or 1973 (the correct year eludes me for 
the moment) with 'ABC'.

Eric Clapton and Jimmy Page were both in The Yardbirds. 
Jimmy replaced Eric and renamed the band Led Zeppelin.

The Northwest Territories was split in 1999, creating a 
third territory {Nunavut} for the Inuit people.  If you 
thought Canada still had two territories, you're old 
enough, though not very up on current events...
