Chapter 5

And I like the fifteen year old fool that I am ... was ... am ... again ... still, asked, “Where is she going to sleep?”

And Mother ... yea verily ... the woman from whose loins I sprang ... who won’t let my young older sister date until she is a freshman in college, and my young younger sister date when she is 16, looked me in the eye and said, “You use condoms, I suppose.”

And Sallyanne grinned and pulled a sixpac from my ... no longer ... my purse. Condoms that weren’t in the pile when I dumped my purse on the beach picnic table.

“I was your age ... believe it or not ... when I had my first experience with a condom.”

<Mom?>. Who is this woman?

She uttered the faithful words...”With you, David. And keep it down. You know our bedroom is under yours.”

She reached out, snatched the revolver out of my hand, grabbrd daddy by his and licked his ear ... he couldn’t get down stairs fast enough. Moms blouse and bra were on the steps when we went down for breakfast.

Our night was sedate and pure ... compared to the noises eminating from the floor register.

I was considerably more experienced on my second trip as a teenager than I was the first time around. Enough that Sallyanne Baker had a grin to match mothers.

I have no idea what lies Sallyanne told the court but ... Charles William Austin, Attorney at Law, and his spouse, Vera Elizabeth Austin were appointed guardians ... not adopted ... guardians ... of one Sallyanne Baker. She had school records, straight A student, shot records, current, and a More Cars than Drivers commercial license. She had, but not needed for her new school folder, a Private Pilots License from South Korea. All her documents were from a military base no longer in existence, over run and destroyed during the police action. Her USARMY Dependent records were destroyed when the Records Repository burned to the ground.

I was called to the Assistant Principals Office and commanded ... commanded! to show Miss Baker the school.

Fuck me running ... I don’t remember the place and I have to show her around?

Walking her to her new school locker to put away her coat, hat and carry bag... My Purse, I asked her what in the holy hell she was doing.

“Hiding. I can’t go back. They are hunting Me (insert long pause) ... and you.”

“ERP”(insert longer pause) “Who are they?”

“They?”

“Yes.”

“Intergalactic Crimelords.”(insert very long pause) “I killed their courier ... you killed his backup. They want revenge.”

“Well shit!”

“Yes.”

“Well ... you’re a God ... fix it.”

She grinned. “That’s very nice of you to say ... we ... I ... had a lot of fun last night.” She shed her coat. “Hold this. Don’t look. (insert long pause) Ok ... you can look.”

“Holy Shit ... that’s going to cause problems.”

“Why?” She battedher long lashes and smiled, “I looked in your mind for ‘Schoolgirl.’”