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CHAPTER 52

The last time I saw Bonnie was the time I was with Molly and Alice at
the hotel. I glanced nervously at Amy and said, "Bonnie! What are you
doing here?"

Bonnie saw the glance, and she went to Amy and said, "Hi, I'm Bonnie.
I'm here to make Pete pretty. You must be Pete's sister, Amy. The
people outside told me you were here."

Amy stood up and said, "Yes, I am. Uhh, you and Pete know each other?"

"Yes, Pete helped me a while back, when we did some, umm, glamour
shots with Molly Dennis. I think Molly used to go to the same school
as you, didn't she?"

Amy nodded, and Bonnie continued, "The people here told me you work
with Tomaso's crew, and that you're pretty tough. Good for you.=20
These Devon kids are okay, but their mother is a pain in the ass.
She's their agent and she represents some other people as well. She's
okay with her girls, but she tries to take advantage of everybody
else. I'm glad you're here to look out for Pete. Have you met her
yet?"

"No, not yet. But thanks for the warning."

Amy went back to the papers, and Bonnie started working on me.
Suddenly Amy said, "Damn!" and jumped up. She grabbed the papers,
said, "Be right back," and slammed the door on the way out.

Bonnie laughed and said, "It looks like the old broad had something in
there that Amy doesn't like. It doesn't surprise me."

Then she asked, "Have you talked to Molly or Alice lately?"

I told her about the conversation I'd had with Alice, and she said,
"Those were lovely girls, and they sure liked you a lot. I was sorry
to see them leave, but I was glad they got away from Delight. I saw
Alice on TV the other day, and she looked great.
She liked you a lot, you know. Actually. They both did."

"Yes, I liked them too. They left before I had a chance to say
goodbye."

"I know. They talked to me about it. They are closer then any two
sisters I ever saw, but they knew that if they didn't leave right
away, being around you would cause a problem between them."

"Hmm, I didn't realize that. I liked Alice a lot, and I liked Molly
too, but Molly is so beautiful, I was always in awe of her."

"I don't blame you. She is truly gorgeous.=20
By the way, as you know, I'm around this sex stuff all the time. But
that day you made love to Molly was the sexiest and most beautiful
thing I ever saw."

"But I thought Alice and I were alone with her."

"You were, but don't forget, there was a TV camera there too. It
wasn't as intimate as the film footage that Alice took, but it was
still awesome."

Just then the door flew open, and Amy came charging in. "Put on your
street clothes. We're leaving!"

"Wha=E2=80=A6 what's going on?"

"Never mind. Let's get out of here!"

I was confused. I was about to ask again what was going on, when a
heavy-set woman appeared at the door. The Devon girls were standing
behind her, and they looked scared. The woman came in and looked at
me, then she looked at one of the daughters. The daughter said, "Mom=E2=80=
=A6
please?"

She looked back at me, and seemed to study me for a minute, then she
walked over to Amy, jerked a paper out of her hand, signed it, threw
it on the table, and said, "Okay, but hurry his ass up!" And she
stalked out.

While the woman was there, Amy seemed to be fuming. I had never seen
her look so angry. But as soon as the woman left, Bonnie and Amy
looked at each other, they both started grinning, and Bonnie gave her
a 'thumbs-up' sign.=20

I said, "What's happening?"

Amy answered, "Oh, just a little negotiating is all."

Bonnie put a few finishing touches on me, and we went to the set.

There were a number of people standing around. The photographer and a
helper were fussing over the cameras; the director and the two guys
who were with him when we walked in were there, and one of them was
pointing a video camera at everyone. There were also two attractive
girls standing around with their arms crossed, watching everything. I
tried to get a good look at them, but the director said, "Okay people,
time is money. Let's get going."

The Devon sisters were dressed in cheerleader outfits, and they really
looked cute. They were wearing short skirts, and whenever they would
walk, or even bend over slightly, you could see they were wearing
frilly white panties that came halfway to their knees. Each had her
hair divided in the middle, with ponytails sticking out the sides.=20
They looked about twelve years old.

They came over to say hello, and they stopped about five feet away.
Both had odd looks on their faces, and one of them said, "Holy Cow."=20

I was standing there in my full uniform.=20
In my cleats, I'm well over a foot taller then they are, and I weigh
more than both of them put together. With my shoulder pads on, I must
have looked like a giant to them.

One of them stepped forward and put out her hand to touch me, as
though she couldn't believe I was real, and she said, "Gee whiz, Pete!
I forgot how big you are."

I laughed and said, "Okay, which one are you?"

She said, "I'm Rose, look," and she held her finger to a point on her
chin.
I looked close, and there was a tiny scar that I'd never noticed
before. She said, "That's how you can tell us apart. It's where Lily
hit me with a rock."

The other girl jumped between us, and said, "I did not! You fell down
all by yourself. Quit telling people that!"

I separated them by picking both of them up by the waist, and swinging
them around. They both started giggling, and the director came over
and said, "Okay, you moose, put the girls down. We have work to do."

I glanced over, and the mother was watching me closely, so I set the
girls down gently.
=20
We started right off with the pyramid thing. They shot about twenty
pictures that way, then they positioned the girls around me in various
poses. They told me to keep a stern look on my face, but the girls
seemed to be all smiles and adoring looks. It was amazing to watch a
dazzling smile change to a serious look, right after the shutter
clicked.

Bonnie hovered close, and every once in a while she would step in and
touch up the girls or me, then Mrs. Devon said something to her. She
went to the two girls who were watching, and the three of them
disappeared.

I didn't do much but stand around, posing. The girls did all the work.
They climbed all over me and held difficult poses for long periods,
while the cameraman got things set right, and before long they were
getting tired. The director set up the shots, but Mrs. Devon was
always there, telling the girls to smile bigger, or to hold their arms
a certain way.
You could tell the director was annoyed but he didn't say anything.

All the shots at the beginning were without my helmet. Then the
director told me to me to put it on because he wanted to try
something, but Mrs. Devon stopped him. She had been watching us like a
hawk, and after one scene where I had been holding Rose on my shoulder
for a while, she said something to the director, then she came to me
and said, "Are you tired?"

"No, ma'am, I'm fine."

"Okay. Thanks for the good job with the girls. Take a break. Bonnie
will come and talk to you about the next shots."

Amy and I went back to the dressing room, and Amy was shaking her
head. She said, "I gotta tell you, you really looked great with the
girls."

"Thanks, but I don't understand something. They took enough shots for
ten yearbooks and school papers. What was that all about?"=20

"That's one of the things we were arguing about. Some of that was for
the school paper, but most of it was for the girls. They're trying to
sell a pilot to the studios. In it they play cheerleaders, and she was
trying to get you to work at a discounted rate for the school thing
and let that cover the cost for the rest of it. I told her, no way,
your minimum applied, and that was it. I knew she would come around.
She has too much invested here."

"What do you mean?"

"She's the one who's paying for the studio, the director, the camera
people and Bonnie. The school will pick up part of it, but there's a
lot of money involved."

"She did all this, just so her daughters will be able to show someone
pictures about an upcoming pilot?"

"Don't feel too sorry for her. If the pilot sells, they stand to make
an awful lot of money."

"The girls worked pretty hard. Are they going to be okay for the next
session?"

"They're not in the next session. This is a completely different
thing. Those two other girls you saw on the set are actresses that she
also represents. One is trying out for a part in a TV show that
features some football sequences and the other one is already working,
and wants some shots showing different emotions."

"But, why don't they use professionals for this?"

"Amy grinned up at me and said, "What makes somebody a professional?"

"Well, uhh, I guess a professional is someone who gets paid to do
something."

"Are you getting paid to do this?"

"Yes, I=E2=80=A6 Oh! Hmm, I guess that makes me a professional, doesn't i=
t?"

I was thinking about that, when Bonnie came in. She went to the
wardrobe, pulled out another shirt, and said, "Put this on."=20
Then she took my helmet and started working on it.

Our shirts are red and white, and have our names and numbers on them.
The shirt she handed me was all red. It had number 99 on the front and
back, but no name. Our helmets are white, with a red stripe down the
middle, and our lion logos on each side. She was covering up the lion
logos with white tape.

When she finished, we walked back out to the set. They had removed the
school sign, and this time the camera was set up toward the side of
the set with several light-reflecting screens alongside it. We waited
a minute, then one of the girls who had been standing on the sidelines
came out. Both girls had been wearing jeans and had their hair pulled
back, but when this one came out, she was wearing a skirt and blouse,
and her hair was a mass of waves that hung almost to her waist.=20

She was gorgeous, and I had a hard time keeping my eyes off her. But
she didn't even say hello. The director started talking to her about
where he wanted her to stand, but she immediately began striking poses
and calling for Bonnie to touch up her hair. It went on for a few
minutes, and you could tell the director was getting perturbed.
Suddenly Mrs. Devon stepped between them and said, "Hold it!" She
stuck her finger in the girl's face and began walking toward her. The
girl got a worried look, and started backing up. I couldn't hear what
Mrs. Devon was saying, because she was talking quietly, but whatever
she said worked.

The girl came to me and stuck out her hand. She said, "I'm uhh, sorry
for being rude," and she looked at Mrs. Devon.

Mrs. Devon nodded, as I shook the girl's hand.

We got right to work. They must have taken fifty shots, and they were
all definitely about her, I was simply a prop. I wore my helmet the
whole time, and most shots were of her, standing or leaning against
me, with the focal point of the camera on her face and upper body.

Which was kind of a shame, because she had a great butt.

The last several shots were the most fun. They were from the side. She
was pressed against me, and had her arms around my waist. She was
looking up at me, and she had such an intense and sexy look on her
face, I began to get hard. My cock was pressing against her leg, and I
moved it against her, hoping she would respond in some way. Instead,
she got an annoyed look on her face and whispered "Okay asshole, knock
it off!"

My cock must have heard her, because it immediately retreated, and
when we finished, she walked away without a word.=20

Amy walked over, and Mrs. Devon joined us and said, "Sorry about her,
sometimes she can be rather unpleasant. But you'll like the next girl.
She's a sweetheart."

Then she looked over at Amy and said, "Okay, I know we had a deal as
to time, but I'd like to try a few things."

Amy replied, "How much time and what kind of things?"

"Our deal is for another hour. This next girl is going places, and
it's going to take all of it to complete what we have scheduled. But
I'd like to try some extra things. As you might have noticed, I cut
the time with the twins a little short, but it could take an extra
half hour, and I can't pay you for it."

"Do we get a full set of prints?"

"I'm sorry, a full set would cost as much as the extra half hour. But
I'll get you some stills."

"Don't bullshit me. You have a deal with the lab, and you can get them
for a fraction of that."

"Young lady, don't use that language to me, and 'No', you're not going
to get a full set of prints. You're going to do it because I ask you
to, and I don't do things without a purpose."

Amy stared at her for a minute, and finally she said, "Okay, we'll do
it."

Mrs. Devon turned to me, "Please hurry and change to your street
clothes. Bonnie will be in there to help you."

Amy and I went back to the dressing room, and I said, "What was that
about?"

"I'm not sure, but we're getting good money for this, and I think we
should go along with it."

I sat on a bench to strip off my pants, as Bonnie came in carrying a
really nice, silk shirt. She hung it up, then she dropped to her
knees, and said to Amy, "Give me a hand, we're running out of time."

The girls helped me wriggle out of my football pants and when they
came off, everything, including my cup came with them, and I was
sitting there naked from the waist down. Amy looked a little nervous,
but Bonnie acted like she didn't even notice, and she jumped up and
started helping me off with my shirt. When I stood up, I was
completely naked. Amy handed me my shorts, and after I put them on she
handed me my pants and stood there looking at Bonnie and me, grinning
and shaking her head as I stepped into them.=20

I sat back down on the bench, and Bonnie said to Amy, "Put on his
shoes and socks, I have to get his hair."

She worked on me for a minute or two, then she pointed to the shirt
and said to Amy, "Put this on him, I gotta go."

She ran out the door, and I looked at Amy. She was sitting on the
floor in front of me, tying my shoe. I pretended to get a serious look
on my face, and I said, "Hurry up young lady, I have important places
to be."

She finished tying my shoe, and she stood up. The next thing I knew,
she had my ankles in her hands and she was holding my legs in the air.
She said, "The only reason I don't throw your ass over backwards, is
because Bonnie would be mad if I messed up your hair. Now, put on your
shirt and let's go."

The next session was interesting. They had moved from the football
setting to a wall on the side of the studio. The wall and the floor in
front of it were painted blue.

The other girl came out and introduced her self as Margo. Her face was
familiar. I'm sure I'd seen her on TV. She was in her mid- to
late-twenties, and very pretty, but she had more than that. She was
sexy, but not nasty, and she had an air about her that made you feel
good just being around her.=20

The shooting was about her, but I was in all of the shots. The
director would say, "Loving look!" And she would look up at me with
such love in her eyes it was startling. I found myself breathing hard,
just being near her. They shot her touching my chin, running her hands
through my hair, standing beside me, leaning against me, and holding
me at arms length.
We took a five-minute break, then they brought in a stool, and she
stepped up on it. I stood in front of her, put my hands under her
arms, and she put her hands on my shoulders. Then she leaned against
me and looked down. It looked and felt like I was holding her up. The
camera was low and slightly behind us. They took a lot of shots that
way, and her expression changed many times. Sometimes it was loving,
sometimes sad, and everything in between.=20

Then Bonnie came over and rolled up my sleeves. The director said,
"Put pressure under her arms." We took a few shots that way, and I saw
Mrs. Devon and him talking. He came to us and helped Margo off the
stool, then he said to me, "Take off the shirt."

When I did, he looked at me for a minute, then he said, "Can you do
push-ups?"

"Sure."

"Do twenty."

"What!"

"Do twenty! Do it right now, and do them fast."

I had a pretty good idea what he was after, so I dropped and started
doing them. The first ten went fast, but with no stretching or
build-up, the rest went slower, and by the time I was finished, I was
winded, but my arms and shoulders were pumped. Bonnie rushed over with
a spray bottle, and sprayed my arms and back a couple times. I guessed
it was supposed to look like sweat. Then they brought Margo back to
the stool.
Margo and I started posing again. The lighting guy and the camera man
set and reset things a number of times, clicking away every time. Then
the director said to me, "Can you actually hold her up that way?"

"Yes, sir."

They carefully removed the stool and I held her, while the camera
clicked away from a distance. They moved all around us, and took a
bunch of shots. The director kept saying, "Put her down if you get
tired," But she only weighed about 110 pounds and part of her weight
was on my chest, so it was no problem.=20

Suddenly Mrs. Devon said, "Stop. Put her down."

Bonnie came over and helped Margo straighten her dress and touch up
her hair, and Mrs. Devon said to me, "Could you hold her up like that,
and move around like you were dancing?"

"Sure, no problem."

The camera man brought out a movie camera. The light guy set up
another light and repositioned the reflectors, and the director said
"Go!"

I lifted her, and we began moving around in a circle like we were
dancing to music. The director said, "Both of you, smile!"

We did, and at one point Margo threw her head back and began laughing.
It was wonderful watching her. I knew she was acting, but even as
close as I was, it looked real.=20

My hands were in her armpits, and my wrists were pressing against the
sides of her breasts. She was holding her upper body away from me, but
her stomach was tight against me. It was exciting before, but now that
we were moving around, it was even more so. The lights were warm and I
began to perspire for real, and I could feel her body getting warmer
as well. I was actually enjoying this, and I was starting to get hard
again, when the director called, "Cut!" and told me to put her down.

Bonnie came running over with some towels. She threw one to me, then
she began dabbing at Margo. I wiped myself down, and when I finished,=20
I noticed a couple of furtive glances from Margo. It looked like she
was enjoying herself. I know that I certainly was.

The final shots were close-up stills. Mostly from the side; with the
lens pointed directly at her. In several, she had her head on my
shoulder, and in a few, her face was just an inch or two in front of
mine.
I knew she was acting, but it was disconcerting being that close to
her.
I could feel her breath on me. It was sweet and she smelled like mint.

We shot several that way, then the director said, "Okay, relax."

He and Mrs. Devon talked for a minute, then he nodded at Bonnie, and
she came over with something in her hand and said to me, "Open wide."
I did, and she sprayed something into my mouth.=20
It had a minty taste, and smelled like what was on Margo's breath.

Everyone got very close this time. The director, Mrs. Devon and Bonnie
were just a few feet away and the camera man was standing practically
on top of us when the director said to me, "Take her in your arms."

She came to me like a lover, and somehow she just fit. It was hard to
imagine that I had met her just a few minutes ago.
The lights were mostly on her, so she stood there with her eyes closed
while the director pushed and prodded us into a position that he
liked. Then he said, "Okay," and she looked up at me.=20

It was like an electric current went through me. My whole body was
pins and needles. She was beautiful, and she was looking at me as
though I was the only person in the world.=20

The director said, "Move closer," and she moved her head toward me
until our lips were almost touching.

He said, "Get ready," and she closed her eyes and parted her lips.

I felt his hand on my arm and he squeezed it hard! He said, "Relax,
she won't bite you. Don't look so alarmed! Think of her as your
lover."

The camera moved closer to her and clicked several times, then it
pulled back. It was there again! The look in her eyes was love! She
closed them and her lips parted once more. It surprised me, and I must
have pulled my head back, because I suddenly felt a hand on the back
of my head, trying to push me closer to her.=20

I turned to the director and said, "Wait a minute! Tell me what you're
looking for."

Margo stepped back from me, shook her shoulders, and waited.

The director said, "This is what we want. This is about her, but I
think we have all we need. But you're doing pretty well, and I'd like
to see what the two of you look like together. If I tell you exactly
what I want you to do, do you think you can do it?"

"Yes sir, I can."

He said to Margo, "Okay with you?"

She nodded, and he said, "Take her in your arms again, look down at
her and pretend she's your one true love."

I was more relaxed now, and this was getting to be fun.

I held her again, and stood looking at her. The light guy did a few
things and the camera started clicking.

The director said, "Okay, Margo, close your eyes." She did, and he
said, "Pete, move in until your lips are almost touching, and stop."

I did, there was more clicking, and he said "Hold it, right there.
Don't move!"

He said, "Silhouette." To the light guy, and out of the corner of my
eye, I saw him quickly pull the light back and slide a screen in front
of it.=20

Then he said, "Margo, tongue," and her tongue came out and touched me
lightly on the lips."

The camera clicked a bunch of times, the director said, "Great kids!
Thanks," and it was over.

Margo immediately turned away and began to talk with the director and
Mrs. Devon.=20

I actually felt a sense of loss. It was as though I was suddenly
invisible.
A minute ago I was holding a beautiful girl in my arms, and everyone
attention was on us. A few seconds later she had turned away as though
I was a total stranger, and everyone else was busy doing other things.
So I went back to the dressing room. I washed up and put my shirt back
on, and I was about to go look for Amy, when there was a knock on the
door. I opened it and Margo was standing there. She kissed me on the
cheek and said, "Nice meeting you, Pete. You did great out there," and
as she turned to leave, a guy put his arm around her and they walked
away together.

I was kind of stunned. I had been very close to two women in the last
few hours. They had both looked at me with expressions of love on
their faces and in their eyes. Now they were gone, and I probably
wouldn't see either one of them again. I suddenly had much more
respect for actresses' abilities.

Then something hit me! I wonder if all women could do that?

Bonnie came by a minute later and said, "Pete, something maybe coming
up soon. Can I get your phone number?"
I wrote it down and she waggled her fingers at me and left.

A minute later, Amy came by waving a check. We jumped in my car, and I
said, "Well, how did we do?"

"Not too bad. How does five hundred sound?"

"Five hundred!" I barked. How did you manage that?"

"We were there for over five hours, it should have been more than
that!
Which reminds me, I'm hungry. Do you have a date tonight?"

"I'll be glad to take you to dinner. But I haven't talked to Karen,
and she might want to come along. Would that be a problem?"

"No, not at all."

When we got home I headed toward to my room in the garage, and on the
way I got a strange feeling. Home was only a few feet away, but I felt
like I didn't live there anymore. I stood in my doorway and I could
see Mom moving around through the kitchen window. I wanted to run in
and hug her. I shook myself and went inside and checked the phone.

There were messages from Karen, Tammy, and Bill.=20
Karen said that she was out with her Aunt that night, and she'd call
me the next day. Tammy was returning my call and said she'd call back
later, and Bill said to call him Sunday.=20

I grabbed a jacket and went into the house. Mom and Dad were in the
kitchen. I put my arm around Mom and asked her how she was feeling,
she said, "Fine," and said that Amy had told them how the shoot went,
and congratulated me on a good job. I went to Amy's room, and on the
way I passed Erin's room. She and Kelly were in there, and as I
passed, she yelled, "Hey movie-star, do we get an autograph?"=20

I flipped her off.

When I got to Amy's room she was putting on her jacket. I said, "Hurry
up, you don't want to keep a big star waiting."

She flipped me off.

Amy and I went to one of the million little restaurants on Hollywood
Boulevard. On the way I stopped at an ATM. I deposited the check and
took out some money for tonight, and when I got back in the car I
handed Amy fifty dollars, and said, "Here's your ten percent. All of
us big stars pay our debts right away."

She scrunched her face up and shook her head, but she put the money in
her purse.

The restaurant wasn't fancy, but dinner was great. We found the
quietest table we could, and we talked the whole evening. She was
smiling when she told me how well her brother was doing, and there was
sadness when she talked about her mom's failing health. She said how
excited she was about working with Tomaso and Kristen, and we shook
our heads about Tammy and Tony. We talked about school, and where we
thought we'd be this time the following year, and we talked about
Erin. She told me something I wasn't aware of. She said that Erin was
doing extremely well in school, and was at the top of her class.=20
Then she mentioned something about Kelly.
She said, "Kelly seems like a nice girl. Are you worried that her
sister might be a bad influence on her?=20

"Like what?"

"One of the senior girls told me that she knows some people who go to
Marie's high school, and last year, right before she graduated, she
got caught by the principal having sex with the entire baseball team.
She heard that the only reason they let her graduate was because her
grades were so high."=20

"I'm surprised! She was at Big Bear, and she seemed nice."

"Well, it's just high-school talk. The truth is probably something
else or maybe the whole thing is a lie."=20

I thought about the time that Kelly came into my room in Big Bear, and
the times that she and Erin had approached me about sex, and it made
me wonder if some of the curiosity stemmed from Marie's actions.
I don't want Marie to be a bad influence on the girls, so I decided
that the first chance I had, I'd discuss it with her.

Amy saw me thinking and she said, "Problems?"

So I started to tell her about the times that Erin and Kelly had come
to me for information about sex. But I had only said a few things,
when I noticed she was smiling.

She said, "The girls and I are pretty close. I know all about it.
Kelly even told us about what happened in Big Bear."

"She did? She told you that I didn't, uhh, do anything, didn't she?"

"Yes, she told Erin and me everything. She told us how she surprised
you that night, and that you didn't know it was her. She even
mentioned that silly story you told her about not wanting to continue
because she might break your heart. We all thought that it was very
sweet of you to try to let her down easy."

A little disappointed, I said, "She seemed pretty sure of what she
wanted that night. I was surprised she left without complaining more."

"She WAS sure. She came there fully intending to make love to you.
She's always had a crush on you. But it would have been her first
time, and she was also very scared. I, uhh, know how she felt. I
remember how it was the first time we were together. So it didn't take
much for you to talk her out of it."

I reached across the table and touched her cheek. "I remember our
first time together too, and I remember how wonderful and exciting it
was."

She stared down at the table for a minute, then she looked up and
said, "By the way, who did you think it she was with when she came
into the room?"

"I don't know. Tammy I guess, or maybe Marie."

"Have you been having sex with Tammy?"

"No."

"Good. What about Marie?"

"No, I barely know her. I never even talked to her much before we were
in Big Bear. She actually seems like an okay girl. It's hard for me to
believe that she would do something like your friend said, but I guess
people do strange things sometimes."

The words were barely out of my mouth, when I suddenly remembered the
time I was with the dancer and her sisters in Mexico, and how it would
sound to someone who wasn't there. And I vowed to myself that I
wouldn't make judgments about people without knowing more about the
situation.

Then I thought of something, and I said, "What about Erin? Is she
having sex?"

Amy, frowned and answered, "I'm going to answer this just once!=20
At this time I don't believe so, but don't ask me again. This is a
private matter. If she wants to talk to you about things, she will.
The only time I will ever talk to you about her sex life again is if I
think she's in danger, or about to do something terribly unwise."

"Okay, what about you? Is there anything you want to talk to me
about?"

"No, not really. I've never been so busy, or so happy in my entire
life. This thing with Tomaso and Kristen is taking a lot of time, but
it's fascinating.
I guess it would be okay to have a boyfriend, but to tell the truth,
my new family is all I need right now. How about you? Is Karen
somebody you're really interested in?"

"I don't really know. She says that she wants to keep things low-key.=20
Part of me wants to take things farther, because she's a really sweet
girl, and unlike Kristen, I can depend on her being around for a
while. But with what's going on with her dad and Clair, and with Mom's
operation coming up, another part of me is kinda glad."

"I understand what you mean. Dad was talking with Mom the other day
about what Mr. Gilroy is going through with his wife. Mr. Gilroy and
Dad are friends, and I guess Dad is concerned for him.

A picture of Dad and Mrs. Gilroy watching Mr. Gilroy making love to
someone that night in the garage crossed my mind, and I wondered if
she knew just how good friends they were.

Then Amy said, "What about Kristen? Do you miss her?"

"Sure I do! I didn't want her to leave. But she was never really mine
to keep. I always had a feeling that one day she'd realize I was just
a school kid, and she'd be gone."

"I don't think so. She and I talk a lot, and she told me that if you
had asked her, she would have given it all up."

"Sure, and what about a year from now when she was sitting around,
wondering, 'What if?'"

"You're right. You did the right thing. But she still misses you."

This conversation was bumming me, so, to change the subject I said,
"Did you and Bill have a good time at the show last night?"

She laughed and said, "I knew it! That was a set-up, wasn't it?"

"Uhh, yeah, I think he likes you."

"Well, he seems like a nice guy, but he's not for me. But Tess seems
interested in him. What do you think?"

"I don't know. I'll ask him."

Someone said, "Ahem!" and when I looked up, the waiter was standing
there. I looked around and glanced at my watch. It was almost one in
the morning, and the place was empty.

We were both yawning on the way home, and when we got there, I pulled
into the spot behind the garage. We sat there for a minute and Amy
said, "Gee, it's like you don't live with us anymore. I got kind of
used to you being just down the hall."=20

She kissed me on the cheek, and I watched her walk into the house.
Although she would be less than thirty feet away, I felt a sense of
loss.=20
I went in and brushed my teeth, then I stripped to my shorts and
crawled into my new bed. It was a waterbed, but it's sort of a wooden
box, so it didn't slosh around at all, I just sort of float on top of
it. It was different, and I was beginning to enjoy the new sensations,
when there was a tap on the door.

Amy was standing there in pajamas and a bathrobe. Without a word, she
came in, took off the bathrobe, and got in bed facing the wall. I
closed the door, crawled in behind her, put my arms around her, and we
lay quietly. I don't know how long we lay there, but I was wide-awake,
and I could tell she was too. Finally I said, "Do you uhh=E2=80=A6 want t=
o=E2=80=A6?"

She interrupted, "No, Pete, Please just hold me for a while. I want to
get used to the idea, that, even though you're not in the house,
you're not far away. Plus, I've never been in a waterbed before, and I
was curious how it felt."

"Is that all?"

"Okay, there's one other thing. I know there's going to be lots of
girls in this bed. I wanted to be the first."

I lay there thinking about how dear Amy is to me, and how right this
felt.=20
I was in an unfamiliar place, in an unfamiliar bed, but because she
was here, it felt like this was home.

I don't know when I dozed off, but when I woke up it was still dark,
and she was gone.

Sunday

Erin started banging on the door about nine in the morning. She told
me to get ready, because Kate and Ben were coming over, and we were
all going out for breakfast. I showered, and as I was putting on my
clothes, I was thinking that the breakfast thing was because Mom was
going in for her operation that week, and would be laid-up for a
while, and I began to get a little anxious. Than there was a tap on
the door. It was Mom and Dad. They wanted to know how it felt to be in
my new quarters, and I was telling them, when the phone rang.

It was Karen, saying that her aunt had just left and she was wondering
what I was doing that day. I told her that the family was going out
for breakfast, and when Mom heard me say it, she said, "I heard that
her dad's out of town for a while, so she's probably alone this
weekend. Have her join us if you'd like. The more the merrier.=20

So I asked Karen, and she said she'd be right over.

When I hung the phone up, I said, "She'll be here in a little while.
Her aunt was in town, but she left this morning."

When I said it, Dad suddenly looked at the floor. Mom glanced at him,
then she said, "Oh, so Nicole was here!"=20

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