Chapter 7: Jane & Peggy: Daytona Bound

June 9, 1966

While Tina’s struggle continued, life went on, and after her Parents had her committed, we resigned ourselves to the loss of a good friend. We also were determined to seek justice for the young girl.

I was with my attorney in Tallahassee, trying to get answers about how Tina had been taken. That’s when the Clark twins relocated from San Francisco and changed the dynamics of our small-town swim team. Jane and Peggy Clark came to us from the famous Santa Clara Swim Club and were nationally ranked. They were surprised when the two girls were welcomed not for what they brought to the swimming team, but for who they were as people.

They were even more surprised when Barbara invited them to the house to hang out. The two girls were stereotypical twins and looked exactly alike---except for the fact that Peggy’s right ear lobe was just a fraction larger than her sisters---in every way even finishing each other’s thoughts. Peggy was the leader though it was barely noticeable. The day they came over, I was in the back yard with Barbara and Tammy---all dressed in karate gi’s---who were throwing me around the yard with wild abandon.

“I never expected to find Kung-fu masters in small town Florida.”

I laughed. “It’s Taekwondo and were anything but masters. I’ve learned a bit when I lived in Rochester. The girls asked me to show them the little I know. I’m more proficient in Krav Maga, and have been passing that on, along with a little Aikido.

“Hi, I’m Tom Hardy.”

“We do Tai Chi, almost every day. Hi, I’m Peggy Clark, that’s my sister Jane.”

I grinned. “Tai Chi, that’s great, maybe you can teach us, especially those in our group who aren’t into the more aggressive martial arts, the moves are remarkably similar and can easily transfer to most forms, except Brazilian Capoeira. You have to be a good dancer for that.

“Personally, I prefer Krav Maga, it’s more street fighting and not as disciplined. With traditional forms of karate you don’t actually fight with it, you use the muscle memory developed through the repetitive forms to adapt and respond in a crisis.” We spent the rest of the afternoon getting to know each other.

“You two should let Tom take you out.” Barbara was talking to Peggy.

“I thought he was dating one of you guys.”

“Oh, we’ve all dated him, until he taught us what we needed to know. Then we pass him on to the next deserving girl.”

“And you think one of us are deserving of the honor?”

“You guys know I’m sitting right here, don’t you.”

“You don’t think I would talk about you behind your back, do you.” Tammy turned back to Peggy. “Anyway, Tom is someone you have to experience to understand.”

I had to laugh. “Now you’re making me feel like a carnival ride.” Both Barbara and Tammy broke out laughing, grinning at each other.

Peggy looked at them like they were crazy, then got a sad expression. “We haven’t had very good experiences with boyfriends. The only guys that are interested in dating us seem to think we are trophies to win. Or they don’t know how to handle the two of us. Evidently, we are an acquired taste.”

Tammy howled. “That pretty much describes every girl this lunkhead has ever dated for more than a week or two. I promise you can trust Tom.”

I tried to sink into the couch until Barb poked me in the ribs. “Peggy, Joan, it would be my pleasure to take one or both of you out. I could take you to Orlando and show you around.”

June 11, 1966

That Saturday we left early and headed to Orlando and had a great Time. They were surprised when they mentioned that they would have to come back to do some shopping. “Why not now, consider me your chauffer for the day. I really enjoyed watching them try on clothes, both had a wicked sense of humor, and as far as I could tell, had a good fashion sense---but then I’m a guy, what do I know.

There was a Benihana’s Japanese steak house that had just opened, and we enjoyed the show. I made mental note to bring the rest of the girls, it would be a blast. Heading back through Apopka we stopped at the teen disco I had taken Tina to on our first date. I hesitated at first because it brought up how much I missed Tina. No one could stay down though, with these two perpetual motion machines on the dance floor. We ended the night with hugs. I think it shocked both of them that I didn’t at least press them for a kiss.

The next day, Barbara said that the twins asked if they had done something wrong. She just laughed. “Not at all, we told you that Tom was different. If he didn’t go for a kiss, that means there is something special that he sees in you both. Don’t be reluctant to let him know what you want.” While that embarrassed me, it also flatered me that my girls would say that.

June 18, 1966

The next weekend we went to Ocala, and I took them to Silver Springs, and Six Gun Territory. We went to Six Gun first and they were amazed at how many of the cast came up to me to talk. “What’s the deal? Are you famous here as well.”

“I worked at all three of these attractions for two summers.”

“What did you do here?” I took them into the saloon and pointed up to a balcony where three cast members were staging an argument. When the two bad guys attacked the hero, one did a header down a flight of stairs while the other went through a break away railing onto a table. “You’re shitting me, you did that!”

“He sure did, meet Tommy the Kid, he did that four times a day for the entire season. Usually the high action stunt guys only last a couple of weeks, before they need a break.” A cute blonde saloon girl came over. Hey Tom, I see you have added to your fan club.”

“Come on Casey, I don’t have a fan club.”

“Tom is right, he has a harem. We are trying to apply as associate harem girls.”

“Well they would be crazy not to have you two join their gang, you’d look sexy in a couple harem costumes. He still saving Damsels in distress?”

My mood sank, “Sorry Casey, sore subject, can we drop that.”

Casey looked at the twins before shrugging and wrapped me in a hug. “I know you Tom Hardy, what ever happened, there is no way you didn’t do everything you could to resolve whatever it was.”

“Thanks Case, if you’re ever in our neck of the woods again, come by and see Barb, I know she would love to see you.”

“I’ll swing by there after the 4^th, you know that’s our busiest time. All hands-on deck and all that.” She turned to the twins. “So I guess he hasn’t told you what he did at the other two places here, of course he didn’t.”

“Come on Casey, give me a break.”

“Well if you’re so reluctant, she has to tell us now.”

“His working at the Springs itself was pretty normal until you watched him, and Ross Alen wrestle a twelve-foot anaconda, then there was how often he milked rattlesnakes.”

“You actually milked snakes?”

“It’s not that big of a deal, Mr. Allen has done it several times a day for years as has Bill Haas in Miami. You just get them to bite down on a glass and collect the venom. It’s used to make anti-venom and a lot of other medical applications.”

“You just happened to leave out catching Rattlesnakes, Coral snakes, and Cobras by hand, along with the fact that they have almost died from bites. What I never got is why you would never go near the alligator pond.”

“Are you crazy, have you ever seenI gently guided myself into her and after getting a rhythm pulled Peggy the teeth on those monsters, no way.” The twins cracked up.

They were fascinated when we went through the Ross Allen Reptile institute as well as the Seminole Indian village.

When we simply hugged at the end of the night, they both looked at me like I had two heads. We went to the movie that Wednesday and we held hands, with them on either side of me. When I took them home this time there was no way I was getting away without a kiss. They were both great kissers but there seemed to be something lacking when Joan kissed me. I couldn’t put my finger on it.

That Saturday we went to the drive-in, as usual they had on matching outfits, tight in all the right places. The guys drooled and the girls were green with envy when we hit the concession stand. When we got back to the car, Joan looked around. “So what’s the deal with this miracle car of yours.”

“Yeah, when we ask Tammy and the other’s just smile and say we have to experience it to understand.” When the seats went down, they were surprised, then the screens went up and a cool breeze was refreshing. I laid out the blanket and we sat back to enjoy a Frankie Avalon and Annette Funicello double feature.

“Barbara said that we should tell you what we want, but I think you already know.” Peggy kissed me then Joan. I tried to give each equal attention, slowly exploring their body’s as I removed each item of clothing, ending with my head between Joan’s legs, finally I found a definitive difference in the twins, Joan’s clit was an electrical switch, hit it with your tongue just right, and the fireworks were instantaneous. Peggy’s trigger was after I slid my cock into her and started a slow rhythm. The movie was soon forgotten, and we agreed we needed to have more privacy.

When we got to the submarine races, they wasted no time in getting naked. Peggy took me into her mouth and slowly brought me to its former status. Joan kissed me and nibbled on my body but kept an eye on her sister. When Peggy thought I was properly primed she relinquished her ownership of it to her sister, who lay down and guided me into her, still keeping her eye on her sibling.

I gently guided myself into her and after getting a rhythm pulled Peggy in for a kiss then guided her hand to her sister’s breast. At first, she tried to pull away, but a smile from me reassured her that it was OK, and she joined me in making love to her sister. We swapped before I came and the dynamic with Peggy was totally different. While I was slow with Joan, her sister demanded power, with her sister straddling her face. Joan had her arms wrapped around me when her first orgasm hit her. She was repeatedly whispering “I love you sis.” over and over. She was on her third or fourth orgasm when Peggy and I came together.

We switched places, with me on my back enjoying Joan’s flavor, and her sister riding me. After we were temporarily sated, Peggy said she had to go out to examine one of the orange trees, leaving me holding her sister in my arms.

“Does your sister know that you’re not really into guys?” I whispered in her ear, she tensed up. “It’s OK, believe it or not I understand.”

Joan started to cry. “You don’t understand, we’re twins, I have...”

I kissed her forehead. “You are your own person. You can’t allow yourself to rely on your sister for your happiness. It’s not fair to her, or especially you. I know you don’t mind me like this, but I don’t believe this is who you are. Your sister has a right to know, and you have a right to be who you are in here.” I touched her heart

A minute later Peggy got back into the car. Joan latched onto her sister and started to wail. Looking at me accusingly Peggy asked. “What the hell did you do to her.”

Before I could say anything, her sister pulled back. “It’s OK sis, Tom helped me understand who I am. I’m not like you. I’ve failed to be the perfect twin. Can you forgive me?”

“Tom, what’s she talking about?”

“That’s for Joan to say, it’s not as bad as it sounds. I’m going to check out a few trees myself and give you two some privacy.” I grabbed my pants and went to the edge of the lake. In the distance I could see a couple gators, their eyes glowing in the moonlight. I looked up to the stars and marveled at my life, most of the times were good, some heart wrenching, but it was at times like this I was glad to be alive.

It was about fifteen minutes before Peggy called me back into the car. “Joan told me that she really isn’t into guys, and I assured her that it doesn’t change the fact that she is the perfect twin. In a way it resolves a lot of issues I thought we had. I don’t need to hunt for a guy we can both fall for. Well actually that was already taken care of when we met you. Your girls kept saying you were different, I just thought they were blowing smoke up my skirt. But they are right.”

“You helped me understand that being my own person makes us stronger as sisters.” Joan wrapped her arms around me and kissed me tenderly.

Leaning my head back. “You don’t have to do this.”

“That is exactly why I want to. I may never be with another guy again, but tonight I want to be with the one guy that saw the real me and didn’t care. You accepted me for who and what I truly am. This is for me.” We made love late into the night, one on one and all together.

Barbara was first to notice a change in the twins. “I don’t understand how, but they seem closer than before. They are more intimate with each other, at least around us. I guess you’ve been up to your magic again.”

I smiled. “That’s not for me to say. Isn’t there a set of fraternal twins over in Umatilla?”

“Yeah, both are backstrokers.” She got a big grin on her face. You think I should invite them over. Maybe we could all head to Daytona this weekend.”

July 2, 1966

The next weekend Barbara, Tammy, Kelly, and myself were in my car, and Peggy, Joan, Fran, and Dan Orster were in Dan’s Impala, heading to the beach. We had gotten an early start and were driving toward the south end of the beach by seven. The south end of the beach was an undeveloped section that was the unofficial nude beach. It was also where gays could just be their selves without too much hassle. The local authorities turned a blind eye to the area unless there was a problem, then they were forced to clear it out, patrol the area for a couple of weeks before letting life go back to normal. As a result the regulars tried to police the beach their selves. Because the sand was not as firmly packed as the more populated sections, there was a sign warning of poor driving conditions. This was the demarcation line.

We chose a spot just outside the warning sign. None of us were actually into the nudity scene, plus we were all under eighteen which banned us from that area without our parents being there.

Before we parked, Dan and I spread out a canvas tarp that had been the side wall of a circus tent. We spread it partially out and backed our cars over the edges so that the tarp actually was in front of the car by a few feet. We then pulled the tarp up over the back of the car and over the cars roof, running ropes through the front and rear windows of both cars, stretching the tarp, and giving us a place to hang wet towels and suits. Using a of couple old aluminum tent poles we extended the tarp enough to shade the front window and still be able to see out it. Then we piled sand under the extra flap on the ground to attempt to keep sand off the mat and a shallow tub of water to rinse our feet off. No one liked laying in sand if they could help it. It wasn’t perfect, but better than nothing. The girls seemed to appreciate the attempt. Other than the tarp, the only thing I could fit in my trunk was an old truck rim that made a good fire ring and grill, and a bag of charcoal. Luckily 62 Impalas had massive trunks that held almost everything else, except for a cooler which went in the rear seat by the passenger side, making Joan and Fran sit almost in each other’s laps, I don’t think they minded at all. I reclined the seats in my car and rolled out the pad, for a makeshift bath house.

As soon as we were set up the girls changed. What came out of that car had Dan and my eyes bulging and tongue hanging out. Come to find out Fran had a passion for Fashion design and created a suit for Barbara. It was a thin satiny white string bikini accentuating her assets spectacularly while hiding nothing, especially her perky nipples, I was extremely proud of her and the way she had defeated her self-consciousness over her breasts. The rest of the girls wore something Peggy also created, made from white bandanas, it was barely three strips of cloth fastened by dental floss. Dan wore a speedo and me, I was in a pair of tight-fitting baggies that Kelly had picked out. By her decree it was either that or a speedo and no jock strap. Even Joan seemed to be disappointed when I chose the former.

After setting up we all hit the water. The California girls were all accomplished board surfers but said they had never boogie board, or body surfed before. Florida surf usually is not considered a great board surfing location, though many top ranked surfers---including Kelly Slater---came from the area in future years.

It was a good day to catch some waves. Offshore winds were lite, and the waves were about four feet with a good shape, that broke far enough out to get a decent ride. One by one the girls had Dan and me hold them up to make sure they knew how to hold their body to catch a wave. These were accomplished swimmer’s and divers. Did they really need me to hold their wiggling, barely clad bodies? Who the hell cares, it was a blast, The comments from the peanut gallery made it hilarious. Evidently the two sets of twins had taken every opportunity to get to know each other since they were first introduced to each other. At first Dan was hesitant, after all Peggy was his date and Barbara was squirming around in his arms, Peggy came over, gave him a toe curdling kiss, and whispered something in his ear and he seemed to raise out of the water, he then proceeded to eagerly apply himself to the task at hand. Fran also hesitated when it was her turn to have me give her lessons, but Joan gave her the same treatment and assisted in making sure my hands were situated appropriately---or maybe that should be inappropriately---giving Fran encouragement, little kisses, and a hand where she thought it was needed. Dan was laughing so hard at his twin’s dilemma, I thought he would go under and drown. I thought it strange that every girl caught a great ride on their first wave. Dan and I must be great teachers.

When everyone else decided to get out, I tried to stay in for a while. Barbara threatened to drag me out by my ear. Walking out garnered a chorus of hoots and cat calls---Did I ever say I hated my dick---It was all in good fun though. The ladies moved their towels out into the sun, and of course only Dan and I could apply suntan lotion to acres of beautiful naked flesh. It’s tough being me (you can’t see the big grin on my face)

About ten, we decided on an early lunch and had sandwiches Nancy had made and were relaxing when a couple of bikers came cruising down the beach toward us. “Heads up ladies.” They had to walk sitting on their bikes, they were moving so slow, checking out each of the girls. They turned around and headed back up the beach. “They’ll be back.”

About an hour later, we could hear the low rumble on the road beyond the dunes. I had asked Fran and Dan to head up to the nearest lifeguard station and tell them we expected trouble. While we laid out a plan of action. “Remember, stay by the cars, and don’t let them circle behind you. We’ll let things develop before we take any action, they may just try to intimidate us.”

“Do you honestly think that’s possible?”

“I have a better chance of gold in the next Olympics.” That got a chuckle from the group, relieving tensions. It didn’t take long before we could hear the rumble of several bikes out on the road that stopped, six men came fumbling over the dunes a few minutes later. Barbara and Tammy were leaning against the hood of Dan’s Impala. With Peggy, and Kelly against the front passenger wheel well of mine. I was out by the fire ring, in front of, and between the two cars.

The bikers split up, each heading for a girl and two headed toward me. “Nice setup, you have here, real cozy like.” The one guy I pegged as the leader said as he walked straight at me, the other started to circle around to my left to get behind me.

“Yeah, we’re pretty comfortable here. But the beach seems to be getting crowded.” I needed to get this moving while they were still assessing the situation.

“We just thought you might need a hand with these pretty young things here.”

“Sorry but the cars are not for sale.” He knew that I was aware the cars weren’t the issue here.

The guy walking towards Barbara whistled. “Will you look at the titties on this one.” She let him get just inches from her, holding off as long as she could, so my two guys could get into position, before stomping on the thug’s instep which didn’t do much damage to the booted foot, but stalled him enough for her to bring her knee up between his legs, sending him to the ground, all thoughts of big breasts the last thing on his mind. When the guy going to Tammy turned to see what happened to his friend, Tammy kicked the side of his knee tearing the tendons. He fell, two down. When the guy going for Peggy lunged, she dodged to the side, and grabbing a hand full of greasy hair slammed his head onto my hood hard enough to make a dent. Joan head butted her attacker while Kelly who had been hiding in Dan’s car hopped out and started to go at him with a tire iron.

The leader, hearing the commotion behind him pulled a gun out of his belt and stuck it right in my face. I swept my left arm up, as I stepped to the right and drove a knuckle forward punch to his larynx, following through to grab the gun arm and take the weapon. “Don’t make a move.” The last man standing dropped to his knees. We were lucky as sirens could be heard on the other side of the dunes.

“You kids were extremely lucky you know. We have been after these punks for over six months.”

“We were lucky you guys showed up when you did. We might have stopped them, but holding them if you took longer was iffy at best.”

“The young lady over there said something about some fancy Kung Fu.”

“All of us study Taekwondo but that isn’t what stopped those guys. Martial arts trains muscle memory the same as boxing, in a tight situation like this there is no fancy choreographed moves. That shit will get you killed. But the mind says what needs to be done and the body responds with the moves learned over hours of practice, it’s really no different from throwing a left jab or an uppercut. if you haven’t trained your body to do it you can’t get any power from the move. We also study an Israeli martial arts form called Krav Maga. That is pure fighting, no frills down and dirty. Those girls over there are getting really good at it.”

“What are you guys doing way down here and not up by the boardwalk?”

“Have you noticed what my girls are wearing?”

“How could we not have.”

“Do you really want them walking around on the boardwalk like that.”

“I see your point. The morality patrol would have raised hell and I would have to bust the lot of you for indecent exposure. You said these are ‘your girls’ you want to explain that?”

Barbara walked up to us. “Officer, he means that all the girls here, and a few more have more or less adopted this lunkhead. He’s stuck with us; he’s our token guy, and we declare ourselves his girls.”

“Trust me officer, you don’t want to be around if they think I look at them any other way.”

“I feel for you. I have all I can do to handle a wife and one daughter. But getting back to your current situation. I’m afraid you can’t move your cars until tomorrow. You will probably need to get a ride home.

“No problems, We’ll get rooms at the Hawaiian Inn for the night. Don’t worry, the girls have something less scandalous to wear around polite society.”

“You seem to be prepared for just about anything.”

“What can I say, I was a boy scout. And it’s a tough job ... etcetera and so on. If you have any questions after were gone you can contact us though our Chief of Police. You might also like to talk to him about how their martial arts program is going.”

“I’ll do that.”

By one, all parents were notified. Nancy arranged for adjoining rooms, and we were catching rays besides the pool at the Hawaiian Inn. While everyone was wearing acceptable swimwear---Kelly even let me get into an acceptable pair of trunks---the girls still turned heads everywhere we went. It wasn’t that they were playboy level gorgeous---except Barbara of course---It was the outfit combined with the way they carried themselves.

We had been by the pool for a little over an hour when we started thinking about where to go to eat. I knew of this little French restaurant just up from the boardwalk which brought the cry ‘We have nothing to wear.’ I had pulled out the emergency cash I kept hidden in my car. I held out enough to cover dinner for eight and waved goodbye to the rest as Kelly led the herd to the concierge desk to find out where the best stores were. Surprisingly they were back in record time. After calling down to housekeeping for sewing supplies, Dan and I were ushered out of our room and told to be back around eight. We hit the boardwalk arcade, had a good time comparing notes on swimming and the girls in our life. It turned out that he and Fran had a similar problem to that of Peggy and Joan. Fran could never find a guy that she was interested in for more than one date. Around New Year’s she confessed she was more interested in the girls that Dan dated than any guy. They hadn’t found anyone that they felt comfortable enough to approach. That is until Peggy and Joan. He spent a lot of time trying to figure out the dynamics of my relationship with the rest of my girls, and how he almost freaked out when we were giving body surfing lessons, when he wound up with his hand on Barbara’s breast until Peggy calmed him down. “Are they always like that?”

“I think they are kind of doing it for Peggy, Joan, and you guys. Oh, they’re having fun as well, especially getting under my skin. Just roll with it, you won’t be sorry.”

At the appointed time we arrived back at our room to find complete outfits laid out for us, consisting of Hawaiian shirts and tan slacks. fifteen minutes later we were knocking on the adjoining door to the next room. What we saw could only be thought of as a miracle. Six girls---no make that women---in form fitting ankle length halter style dresses, all in a Hawaiian print, slit up the right leg almost to the hip. All were backless and showing impressive amounts of cleavage. Simple shell necklaces and earrings with three-inch heels completed the ensemble.

Barbara, Fran, and Joan led our little procession, followed arm-in-arm, by Tammy, Dan, and Peggy. Kelly, and I trailed the parade for the six blocks to the restaurant.

The one thing my birdie taught me that I rebelled against was her instance that I learn to dance the ‘old fashioned’ way. I looked to the stars several times that evening, thanking my mentor. We ended our evening out with flaming bananas foster.

When we arrived back at the hotel, we all gathered in the same room.

“So, exactly how did you guy’s pull off these outfits, they are amazing.”

“We stopped into a fabric shop and saw these Hawaiian prints. Fran decided we could just make our own dresses. We thought she was crazy.” Barbara laughed.

Fran shrugged. “These are a one-time wear. Your literally going to have to cut us out of these dresses, but I think you have a preview of what we will be wearing to the prom this year.” All the girls agreed. “Of course we’ll have to use a bit more material to make sure they will let us in.” Fran handed Joan, Dan, and myself a pair of scissors.

Dan gave his sister a questioning look. “What are these for?”

Peggy came up to her new boyfriend and gave him a bone rattling kiss. “You should listen to your sister closer. You don’t expect us to cut ourselves out of these dresses, do you?”

Dan looked to Joan and me. “A boyfriends work is never done.” We just grinned at each other, then I broke out in laughter and couldn’t stop.

Barbara slapped the back of my head. “What’s wrong with you fool.”

Trying to catch my breath. “These, make me think about ... Wanda’s girdle.” That got everyone except our new friends laughing. With great effort I sobered up. “It’s a story for another time. Right now maybe you four would like to go to the other bedroom for more privacy.”

Joan looked at Fran, who looked at Dan, who looked at Peggy, who all nodded. “Actually the four of us owe our meeting up to you guys. The moment we met it was like we found a missing part of ourselves.”

Fran took over. “Joan’s right, we seem to complete each other. We would kind of like you guys to be with us as we make this official.” We nodded, no longer giggling. Joan handed her scissors to Dan who in turn handed the pair he had to his sister. I couldn’t help but think it was like ring bearers handing over wedding bands. I was also surprised when they each went to their respective siblings and very slowly literally cut them out of their dresses.

I sat against the headboard on the bed and pulled Barbara between my legs, with Tammy and Kelly on either side of me, as we watched this ceremony unfold.

The two first cut the halter strap, exposing Peggy’s and Frans breasts, spending a good amount of time making sure nipples were hard and ready to receive the attention from their new lover. They would take turns whispering things to their other half that made them almost vibrate. When the dress finally hit the floor the two were standing in heels and white lace bikini panties. Dan knelt down before his sister and slowly brought his sisters panties down her legs telling her how happy he was that she would have the lover she deserved, and they would always remain twins connected forever. After removing her heels he ran his hand along her inner thighs and spent a minute with a finger between her vaginal folds. He brought his finger over to Joan who accepted it greedily, cleaning every bit of his sister’s fluids of his offered finger. Then Joan repeated the process on her sister.