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                                                       XXIV.

	God might or might not have been listening to their conversation, but an
eerie accent to Karen's prediction hit at 8:14 the next morning.  A previously
unknown strike-slip fault line deep under south Orange County gave way.  Jack
and Karen were sitting in American History class when it hit.  The first jolt
sent the desks screeching across the floor, and the power immediately went
out.  Books clattered all over the floor as the students dove under their
desks.  Karen crawled next to Jack, and he covered her with his body.  The
shaking continued for another six or seven seconds.
	"Is everyone all right?" the teacher asked when it was over.
	No one seemed to be hurt.  The students began picking up their books.
	"Should we go outside?" one student asked.
	The teacher glanced around the room.
	"Maybe that might be a good idea."
	The students filed out into the quadrangle.  Around the quad, other classes
were breaking up.  Summer and Becky walked up a minute later.
	"Wow, that was cool," Summer said.
	"Do you think they'll send us home?" Becky asked.
	"They might," Jack said.
	For about fifteen minutes, the students stood around nervously discussing the
quake.  A minor aftershock hit, causing some screams and giggling.  Then
Father Roberts appeared from the administration wing.
	"Children, class will be cancelled for the rest of the day-"
	Raucous cheering drowned out the rest of what he was trying to say.
	"-we have to inspect the buildings for damage.  Just go home, and we'll see
you on Monday."
	"What about the game tonight?" someone yelled.
	"We haven't made a decision about that yet.  You will have to call in later
today.  I expect it will go forward unless the damage is greater than we
realize."
	"What should we do?" Becky asked.
	"We could go to South Coast Plaza," Karen said.
	"Oh, that's lame," Summer said.  "Besides, everyone will be there probably.
Or it might be closed."
	"We should go somewhere weird," Becky said.  "Go on some kind of adventure."
	"How about the beach?" Summer said.  "It's too cold to swim, but we could
just hang out there for a while."
	Karen's eyes lit up.
	"We could go down to Camp Pendleton.  Jack or I could get us in.  I bet
there's a million places to hang out where no one will be around."
	"How far is it?" Becky asked.
	"Half-hour, tops.  If we all go change real fast, we could be down there by
ten or ten-thirty."

	Summer drove them all home.  Jack changed clothes quickly and packed up a bag
of drinks and chips.   He was hunting for a beach blanket when Kelly got home.
	"Isn't this cool?"
	"Yeah."
	She looked over at the bag of food.
	"Where are you guys going?"
	"They wanted to drive down to Camp Pendleton.  We're just going to hang out."
	"Oh, neat.  Can I come?"
	"Uh, you can ask Karen, but I don't think they'd like it.  Summer and Becky
are coming with us."
	Her face wilted slightly.
	"Oh.  A boyfriend-girlfriend thing?"
	"Sort of."
	Karen came down the stairs in jeans and a sweatshirt.
	"You guys are going to Camp Pendleton?"
	Karen regarded her warily.
	"Yeah.  Don't ask if you can come, okay?  It's just the four of us."
	Kelly scowled, and Karen rolled her eyes.
	"Come on, you've got your own friends to hang out with.  There isn't room in
Summer's car for five of us anyway."
	"Well, I don't want to get in the way of your beach-blanket orgy."
	Karen snorted in exasperation.
	"Oh, yeah, we're going to have an orgy in broad daylight on the beach of a
Marine base."
	"Well then why can't I come?"
	"Just because."
	Kelly narrowed her eyes at Karen.
	"I could tell Mom some things."
	"Oh, don't you even dare," Karen snarled.
	Jack got in between them, facing Kelly.
	"Whoa, whoa.  This isn't necessary, okay?"
	"Why can't I come?"
	"We just want to have a day together.  This has nothing to do with you.
Look, relax about this and I'll hang out with you at the mall tomorrow, how's
that?"
	Her eyes widened.
	"Really?"
	"Oh, give me a break," Karen said.
	"Yeah.  We can eat lunch, play video games, and flirt with your friends.
Whatever you want."
	She glanced past him at Karen and smirked.
	"You promise?"
	"Yes."
	"Okay.  Go be lovey-dovey with my sister and her gay friends."
	"Witch," Karen muttered.
	Kelly went upstairs and they went out to the porch to wait for Summer and
Becky.
	"You might want to mention this to them."
	"About Kelly wanting to come?"
	"About her knowing."
	"Oh."
	"Just to be safe."
	"They won't be happy."
	"Kelly isn't going to tell anyone.  She knows what would happen."
	"But you set a precedent just now.  She knows she can extort stuff out of us
with it."
	He sighed.
	"It runs in the family, I guess."
	Hurt flashed in her eyes.
	"You're not still mad about that, are you?  About how I started it?"
	He put his arm on her shoulder.
	"No.  It's ancient history."
	She leaned her head against him.
	"I don't want you to ever be mad at me.  I love you so much sometimes it
hurts."
	He hugged her, and they sat there until Summer pulled up.

	When they got to the base, Jack and Karen flashed their dependant I.D. cards
at the gate guard.  He waved them through.
	"Is that what you're going to do, Jack?" Becky asked.
	"Jack's going to be an officer," Karen said.  "He's going to fly jets like my
dad and his dad did."
	"Why do you have to go to the Naval Academy if you're going to be a Marine?"
	"There's no Marine Corps Academy," Jack said.  "The Corps is technically part
of the Navy."
	"Oh."
	"You're going to look so cute in that uniform," Summer said.  "I can't wait
to see it."

	They found a deserted section of beach and pulled off the road into the
dunes.  Interstate 5 was still within sight, but they saw no one else in any
direction.
	The sun was out, but the breeze off the water was slightly cool.  Karen
pulled off her sweatshirt, revealing a bikini top, and lay down on the
blanket.
	"Damn," Becky said.  "I didn't think to wear my suit."
	"Who are you going to offend?" Karen said, not opening her eyes.
	Becky giggled, glancing at Jack and Summer, then pulled off her sweater top.
She lay down next to Karen in her bra.  Summer fiddled with the radio for a
minute, then lay back against Jack, who was leaning against a clump of
sawgrass.  Jack took one of her hands, and spent a few minutes inspecting her
nails and knuckles.  He kissed her fingertips.
	"I'm cold," she said a little while later.
	Jack reached into one of their bags and pulled out another blanket.  Summer
flipped it out and lay it over them.

	He realized maybe an hour later that he had dozed off.  Summer was still
laying on him, and appeared to be asleep herself.  Karen and Becky were still
sunbathing, but had gone a step further and taken their tops off.  Two sets of
nipples, erect in the cool wind, pointed toward the sky.
	"Aren't you guys cold?"
	Neither of them moved.
	"Is it that obvious?" Karen said.
	"If this were an inspection, you'd get a 4.0 for military bearing."
	Becky burst out laughing, and rubbed her hands over her breasts.
	"I'm getting dressed.  I'm freezing here."
	She put her sweater on, not bothering with her bra.
	"Wimp," Karen said.
	Summer stirred against him, growling.
	"I was asleep," she mumbled.
	"Go back to sleep," he said.
	"Mmm.  I like sleeping next to you."
	She rolled over, laying her head on his chest.  Becky got up, walking around
them, then crawled under the blanket on the other side.
	"Me too.  Move over."
	Summer grumbled, letting Jack rearrange things.
	Karen stood up, leaving her top on the blanket.
	"I think I'm going to go swimming."
	Becky looked up at her.
	"You're nuts.  You'll freeze.  Besides which you're flashing the whole
Pacific Ocean."
	Karen stretched out her arms, putting her hands on her head.
	"Which includes who?  There's no one here."
	Karen unbuttoned her jeans, and shoved them down, along with her bikini
bottoms.  In a moment, she was nude.  She smiled at them and then ran down to
the water.
	Becky reached over to nudge Summer.
	"Check out the mermaid."
	Summer lifted her head, watching Karen's naked back as she dove into the
waves.
	"God.  She's crazy.  She'll freeze to death."
	"I'll watch her," Jack said.
	Summer and Becky laid back down as Jack watched Karen swimming around in the
ocean.  She came back a few minutes later, shivering.
	"Let me under there.  I'm freezing."
	Summer squawked as Karen dripped on her.
	"Dry off first, jeez."
	Karen grabbed a towel and rubbed herself.  Jack could see every follicle on
her body standing out in a big goose bump.  She pulled back the blanket and
lay flat on Jack's chest.  Summer and Becky both yelled at her and pulled the
blanket back.
	Karen bunched herself up, shivering.  Jack sat up straight, trying to
reposition everyone.
	"Get the other blanket."
	Summer rolled over, and shook the sand out of the blanket Karen and Becky had
been using, then lay it over them.  She crawled back under next to Jack.
Karen squirmed down between Jack and Becky, trying to get warm.
	Becky began giggling.
	"This is like the slumber party."
	Becky rubbed at Karen, trying to warm her up.
	"Ooo, you're turning me on."
	"Well, you're sure not turning me on.  You're an ice cube."
	In a few minutes, Karen had returned to life, and they settled down.
	"This is nice," Karen said.
	"I wish we had an earthquake every day," Summer said.
	"Wouldn't it be neat if we never had to go back?" Becky said.  Jack could
feel her hands still moving over Karen, caressing her naked body.  "We could
all live together on the beach like this."
	"Don't say stuff like that," Summer said.  "You know it can't happen."
	"I know."
	"Becky is molesting me," Karen said.
	"You've never complained about that before."
	"I'm not complaining.  I just thought they should know."
	Karen rolled on her back, and Becky leaned down to kiss her.  Jack couldn't
quite tell what was going on under the blanket, but there was a lot of
squirming and moving around.
	Summer pulled his head over.
	"Ignore them.  Kiss me."
	He rolled over, kissing her.  He held her tightly, feeling around.  Behind
him came moans and giggles, and unidentified limbs bumped against his back.
He ran his hand up under Summer's sweatshirt and opened the front hook on her
bra.  She lay still, nibbling on his neck as he fondled her breasts.
	"Whatever happens to the four of us," she whispered in his ear, "I'll never
stop loving you.  Know that."
	"I do.  Don't worry about it.  What will happen will happen.  And I love you
too."
	He pulled back and kissed her again.  He ventured a glance behind him.  Both
girls had disappeared under the blanket, and something was definitely up.  He
went back to kissing Summer.
	When he could tell that she was getting worked up, he slid a hand down to her
jeans, unbuttoning the fly.  She slid them down a bit to let his hand in, and
he worked it under her panties.  He found the magic button and tweaked it back
and forth until she was moaning in his ear.  He used her hot fluids to
lubricate his fingers and began lightly running them over her.   About a
minute later, she convulsed, gnawing on his neck.  He kept pleasuring her,
wanting more than anything to make her happy.  She came a second time, then a
third, before pulling up on his wrist.  Then she rolled into him, snuggling in
his arms.
	He looked behind him, hearing someone-it sounded like Becky-gasping.  Becky
was out of the top of the blanket, sweater up over her breasts.  Karen was
down underneath, apparently between Becky's thighs.  Becky began to thrash,
crying out.  A minute later, Karen emerged from the blanket.  She saw Jack
watching them and grinned.  She and Becky kissed, then rolled over next to
Jack.
	A hand-he thought it was Karen's-reached down at massaged his erection.
	"Summer," she said, "it looks like you were being selfish here."
	"He didn't give me a chance."
	Karen's head disappeared under the blanket.  Becky's followed, as did
Summer's.  Three mouths were soon sucking all over him.  He found it very hard
to tell who was doing what, and soon surrendered to the confusion.  In a few
minutes, one of them brought him off.  Then they buttoned him up and emerged
from the blanket.
	He sighed, and hugged all of them.  Eventually they got up and went back to
the car.

                                                          XXV.

	They stopped on the way back and ate a late lunch.  Summer called the school
from her car.
	"The game is on."
	"Okay."
	"So we should get back."
	Summer dropped Jack and Karen off at their house around four.  Karen went to
take a shower and Jack lay down on his bed.
	Kelly leaned in his door.
	"Did you guys have fun?"
	"Yeah.  It was a little cold.  Karen went swimming."
	"She did?"
	"That's why she's in the shower."
	She came in and sat his desk.
	"I'm sorry for being bitchy earlier.  You don't have to take me to the mall
if you don't want."
	"It's okay.  We can go."
	She smiled.
	"Thanks.  I wish you really were my brother."
	"So do I."
	"You won't forget us when you go to college, will you?"
	"Of course not."
	She squirmed.
	"Can I ask a favor?  This will sound really dumb."
	"What?"
	"Would you kiss me?  It's not because I want to be your girlfriend or
anything, it's just that I've never kissed a guy before, and if Tommy Ryan
tries to kiss me at the dance, I don't want to look like a geek and do
something wrong."
	Jack laughed.
	"There's less to it than you think."
	"So can you?"
	"I'm not sure it's a good idea."
	"Please?"
	He cocked his ear to the bathroom.  Karen was still in the shower.
	"Okay.  Real quick though."
	Kelly sat next to him on the bed and looked up nervously.  He brushed her
hair back from her face.
	"You don't have to do anything.  Just open your mouth a little and don't try
to bite him."
	"Okay."
	He leaned down, and kissed her gently.  Her lips opened, and he touched his
tongue to hers, moving it slowly.  Then he withdrew.  She blushed, breathing
nervously.
	"Kiss him like that and you'll do fine."
	She smiled.
	"Thanks."
	She got up and went back to her room.

	The game that night was against the weakest team in their conference.  Jack
had three sacks and an interception by halftime, and spent the rest of the
game on the bench.  He saw Kelly sitting with her friends, and walked over to
flirt with them just to make her happy.  She was sitting with a blond-haired
kid who turned out to be Tommy Ryan, and Jack talked to him for a minute or
two.  He seemed decent enough.
	Karen saw him standing with Kelly and her friends, and the cheerleaders
teased him about it for the rest of the night.
	"I guess I've been dumped for a bunch of freshmen," Summer said.
	"Oh, the indignity of it," Becky replied, pretending to comfort her.

	Sacred Heart won 49-7, and they all went over to Billy's with the rest of the
team to celebrate.
	Jack was coming out of the bathroom when he found Joe Dickson waiting for him
nervously.
	"Joe."
	"Hey, Jack.  You got a minute?"
	"What's up?"
	Joe glanced around and led him into one the bedrooms, shutting the door.
	"Look, I want you to know that I'm not going to tell anyone what happened
with Corinne.  It was a dumb idea, and I really wish none of it had happened."
	"Okay."
	"But the problem is that I'm not the only one who knows about it."
	"What do you mean?"
	"Randy knows.  Because, um, he was there that night."
	"Oh, shit."
	"Yeah.  I wanted to tell you in case he tells someone.  If it gets out, it
wasn't me, okay?"
	"Okay.  Don't worry about it.  Things may be happening that will make all
this irrelevant anyway."
	Joe looked confused for a second, then his eyes widened.
	"Oh, man.  Are they going to come out?"
	"They might.  But that's confidential, okay?  Same as the other stuff."
	"Yeah.  Sure, no problem."
	Joe went down stairs, and Jack debated about whether to relay his revelation
about Randy.  He decided to sit on it for now.  Even if he was able to
intimidate Randy as he had Joe-which was unlikely-Randy was his friend, and it
wouldn't be a very nice thing to do.  Even mentioning Corinne and Michelle
would raise questions about how Jack knew what had happened.

	When he and Karen got home, they spent a minute or two kissing and fondling
each other in the darkness on the front porch.
	"I hope you're not in the mood for romance tonight," she said.  "I don't feel
so hot."
	"What's wrong?"
	"I just feel tired and achy."
	"I hope you didn't catch something swimming today."
	"Me neither."
	"It's okay.  Go to bed."
	"Thanks."

	Jack undressed and went to bed.  But about half an hour later, just as he was
falling asleep, Karen slipped into his bed.
	"Change your mind?"
	Not waiting for her to respond, he rolled over and kissed her.  She did seem
a little hesitant, so he guessed she wanted to take it easy tonight.  He
kissed her for a minute or two, but lacking her usual enthusiasm, she just lay
there and let him.  He slipped his hand under her pajama top and began
caressing her breasts.  Her nipples were as stiff and erect as they always
were, but something felt wrong-she was bigger, almost a handful, definitely
more than she had been two nights earlier.
	Realization flooded into him, and he withdrew, cringing.
	"Oh, shit."
	"I'm sorry," Kelly said.
	He flopped back onto the bed, putting his hands over his face.
	"It's my fault," she said.  "I should have announced myself."
	He had been making out with her for several minutes at least, and she hadn't
done anything to stop him.  He didn't want to think what that might mean.
	"Do you want me to go back?"
	"It's okay."
	"It's no big deal.  I just wanted to come in and talk to you."
	"What happened to Karen?"
	"She's asleep.  She said she felt sick."
	She was quiet a moment.
	"Are you mad at me?"
	"No.  I should be asking you that."
	"I didn't mind.  It felt nice.  I've never gone that far before."
	He sighed.
	"What did you want to talk about?"
	"I wanted to thank you for how nice you've been to me lately.  I know being a
senior, the last thing you want to do is hang out with the freshmen.  And I
really appreciate all the help with math."
	"No problem.  I never had any brothers or sisters, so I'm trying to learn as
I go along."
	"You're doing a great job.  I'm going to miss you when you go off to
college."
	"I told you I'll come back."
	She rolled over next to him, putting her head on his shoulder.
	"Is it okay if I stay here a little while?"
	"Yeah."

	As he had the last time Kelly had shown up in his room, he fell asleep before
she left.  He dreamt about a day at school with Summer.  They were in the
library discussing Corinne and Michelle's impeding marriage.  Joe Dickson
showed up and told them he had been asked to be an usher because they thought
he had provided the push to make them come out of the closet.  Jack and Summer
both agreed that was a good idea.  Summer reached out to put her hand over
Jack's.  She touched his fingers once, then twice.
	Jack drifted awake to the sensation that something was moving next to him.
Gradually he realized he was still in bed next to Kelly.  During the night, he
had thrown his arm over her waist, and it was now resting on her bare stomach.
	Her stomach was moving up and down, and she seemed to be breathing more
heavily than she should have been.  Something touched his fingers again, and
he realized it was her right arm.  It was moving back and forth slowly.   Her
left elbow touched his arm, and she seemed to have it crossed over her chest.
It too moved slightly.
	Her felt her stomach twitching, and the twitches seemed to coincide with her
intakes of breath.  All at once, he realized what was going on.
	The temptation to do something was overwhelming.  Had this been part of her
plan all along?  Or had it been a sudden impulse caused by her proximity to
him, or his mistaken attempt to make love to her?  He had a feeling it was
probably the latter.
	He wanted to pretend to roll over in his sleep.  He was still half asleep,
and he moved his arm slightly before he realized he had done it.
	All movement next to him, including Kelly's breathing, ceased instantly.
Well, that at least confirmed that she had been up to something.  But she knew
he was awake now, and she was probably dying of embarrassment.  Unless he did
something to relax her, she might bolt back to her room and hide there for the
next year.
	He brought up his arm, discovering on the way up that she had unbuttoned her
pajama top to expose her breasts, and began gently caressing her face.  He
leaned over and kissed her forehead.   She began to breathe again, but her
body was still as tight as a bowstring.  He moved down and kissed her on the
lips.  Her mouth opened, and she let him kiss her.  Slowly, she began to
unwind.
	He moved his hand over her body, figuring that the only way to resolve this
was to finish what she had started.  He played with her breasts for a few
minutes, deciding that she felt somewhat like Becky.  She was bigger than
Karen, and though not as big as Becky, had the same firm shape to her. 
	Kelly relaxed, dropping her arms to her sides and surrendering herself to
him.  He slipped his hand under pajama bottoms, finding her already wet and
ready.  She gasped, tensing up, when he slipped a finger between her lips.
She was very tight, and unquestionably a virgin.  Though a little mischievous
voice in the back of his head was suggesting that she would probably let him
make love to her if he wanted to, that was clearly out of the question.
	He stroked her gently for a few minutes, speeding up only when she began to
convulse and thrash beside him.  She shook, and her right hand shot over to
grip his wrist tightly.  Toward the end, she squeaked and jerked his hand
away.  She lay twitching next to him for a minute or so.  Then they rolled
together, and he held her until they fell asleep.

	When he woke the next morning, she was still in his arms, pajama top still
open.  The top sheet was off, and if anyone came in, the situation-his arm
across her naked breasts-would be impossible to explain.
	Gently, he woke her up.  She stretched, starting when she realized she was
exposed.  She pulled the sheet up and looked at him, still clearly embarrassed
about the night before.
	He brushed her hair back from her forehead, looking into her pretty hazel
eyes.
	"Everything is all right.  But what happened can't ever happen again, okay?"
	She nodded, looking away from him.
	"You'd better go before someone comes in."
	She buttoned up her top under the sheets and slid out of bed.  She peeked
into the bathroom, then slipped inside, glancing back at him one more time
with a nervous smile.  He listened for a few minutes, and hearing nothing,
decided they had dodged the bullet.


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