Chapter 83

There was a yell, “STUART,” coming from behind us. It was Liz Minder. She got hold of Stuart’s other arm.

Shaking it off, he said, “Isabel is my exclusive girl, besides, we are married, now, Liz. I’m sorry!”

She seemed perplexed, but slapped him hard, and ran away.

“Are you all right, Stuey?” Izzy asked. “We’re exclusive? What do you say to that, big brother?”

“No problem, Sis. He can give you things I can’t.”

“Do we eat first, or ride first?” Stuart asked the group smiling like the Cheshire Cat!

“Yeah,” Princess added. “Riding is a lot more fun without a lot of food to bounce around.”

“Or boobs,” Kitten said giving hers a bounce.

“Is everybody over 54 inches tall?” I asked. Everyone looked around and we all qualified. “We have almost two hours before the place empties out at six pm, which ride do you guys want to go on first?”

“What’s the scariest one?”
“What’s the tallest one?”

“How about Superman, it goes 100 miles per hour,” I suggested. “You’re weightless for almost six seconds. It’s supposed to be really cool.”

“As long as my hubby will hold me tight, I can do it,” Kitten said.

We walked and got in the back of the line. The girls were looking up at it tremulously. I was watching as we got closer, they took fourteen people at a time. We had eight, so I found some more GSSers and got them with us.

Eventually we got there, letting some people from behind go ahead to keep our group together.

Our group was being fitted into the chairs. Kitten had her boobs squished together and poke out a little, but she didn’t mind. The guy putting her in it asked, “Are you all right ... it’s not too tight, is it?”

“She’s fine ... and she’s my wife,” Peter said sitting next to her, slapping away his hands.

Some of the girls were trying to get their hair in a ponytail, but it wasn’t quick enough...

“Whoosh...

I screamed as loud as Jennifer did. I tried to get her hand, but the trip back happened much quicker than I had expected.

“Whoosh...

As we were getting released from the ride, I asked, “Everybody OK?”

A few stumbled out, Larry lost his footing but Selena had him quickly. “He told me he was afraid of heights, but he ALSO told me he thought me being besides him might help. Go on ahead guys, we will find some other GSS members.”

Chester and Andrea stayed with us. They are a very cute couple. He plays flute, she plays cello.

Everywhere we walked, we encountered someone from the GSS. Little Pippa Macarthur, who is 10 and plays the violin, was with Peter Thomas, who was 16 and plays the viola. (No relation) Hmmmm.

We went on the Lex Luthor Drop of Doom and the Revolution, before taking an extended break to eat and relax.

Sitting down to eat, I saw William, the guy from the ticket booth. I got up and said, “I hope you didn’t get in too much trouble. I was being a bit pretentious. You were just doing your job.”

“Thanks Michael ... I did have an attitude, but you were so cool about it. No hard feelings?” he asked putting his hand up for a high five. I gave him a hard reply. He walked away, looking reasonably happy.

“I suppose if he had been a girl, we would have witnessed a make-up kiss,” Kitten commented with a smirk.

“I doubt it would have been as exciting at the kiss he gave Tiffany on the bus here,” Elizabeth spouted.

“You kissed Tiffany?” came from all around me.

“Yeah ... it was kind of strange. We talked, then she moved in and we kissed for maybe two minutes. Then she got off my lap, buckled up and was quiet the rest of the way. If I did anything wrong, she didn’t say so, but I was afraid to start a conversation.”

“She did say she was bi-sexual. Maybe, you confused her and now she’s wondering what’s going on in her life?” Kitten suggested. “She’s only 13, isn’t she?”

“No, she’s 14,” Jennifer said.

“Michael, have you taken a pill today?” Princess asked.

“That was a secret, my dear.”

“What do you take pills for, are you a drug addict?” Andrea asked.

“If you weren’t so pretty, I’d hit you for that,” Stuart said. “He’s on anti-anxiety meds.”

“Sorry honeybun,” Andrea said.

“Before this becomes a thing, Miss Henry, I’m taking a beta blocker ... it’s nothing I can overdose or get high on ... I promise!”

“Okay, honeybun,” Princess said to Stu adding a kiss to it.

I finished my food, and enjoyed watching people pass by. Jenn took out the map we got of the place and said, “Let’s go on the Tidal Wave. It guarantees you will get wet, but we will have time to dry out.”

Everyone finished up their meals and we got going towards the place in the park where the loudest screams were coming from. As we got closer, people were very wet, but most of them were smiling about it. They had lockers for your electronics.

I pulled Princess from Stuart and said, “You’re not wearing a bra, aren’t you worried?”

“I’m being ambitiously naughty today. Don’t worry, Big Brother.”

We all got on the same boat. On either side of Princess was her brother Peter and Stuart. She certainly was going to be naughty, depending on exactly how wet her shirt gets. She is currently the girl with the largest bra size in the entire GSS, a 34E! I don’t remember what size Katie is?

People were standing above on a bridge, looking like you get wet up there as well, but maybe not quite as much.

We turned a slooooww one-eighty from the direction we went up, and everyone got a little nervous. Everyone raised their hands as we started the free drop...

I got absolutely soaked, even to my socks and shoes. I didn’t see how wet any of the ladies got, until we were being pulled out of the boat.

Not only was Princess’ shirt wet, her nipples looked rock hard. Stuart looked flustered. Peter, on the other hand, whispered to her and she pulled her shirt away from her chest. All the guys within sight of this were hooting and hollering at her. A few phone cameras came out, I hoped she did her best to correct the ‘problem.’

Fortunately, it was still warm enough for her shirt to possibly become opaque again. Maybe I should talk Stu into buying her some thicker T-shirts!

“Sorry,” I said. “She told me she was feeling naughty just before we went on the ride.”

“Don’t be,” Stuart said. “My girl is just as hot as yours is.”

That got him quite the kiss from Princess.

“Should I take off my bra and go again?” Jenn said.

“If you do, I will be right by your side ... probably kissing you the whole time.”

“Good answer!” she said.

Peter was still looking at his sister, although Kitten was smiling at his looks back to her. She seemed not to be upset.

We did the Cyclone 500 and the Road Runner Express with Princess’ shirt completely drying and all the guys in our group, except Stu, weren’t embarrassed. His first girl, his first wife, and her (great) rack.

The crowd was starting to thin out leaving the park to ourselves. As we walked by the Wonder Woman Lasso of Truth ride, Peter stopped in his stride, saying, “Where did they get the picture of my wife to paint that?”

“I would love to have that much wavy hair ... maybe I can get some extensions. Would that be all right with you, Petey?” Ms. Chapman said.

“Anything I can do for you, consider it already done, sweetheart,” he said back to her.

“That’s so sweet,” Isabel said to Stuart, adding, “I do have narrower hips than Katie!”

Stu stopped and they kissed again, I mean really kissed. She had her hands on her head and gave out a ‘big whoop’ after it was over.

“You know I love you, don’t you?” she said to him.

“Yeah,” he replied. “I have been waiting to kiss you like that in front of others, for a very long time.”

They hugged really tightly, as they became real ... right before our eyes.

“Let’s get something to eat, I’m hungry again,” Peter said.

“I’m through going on anything too stomach churning,” Kitten replied.

“I found some different choices over by the Cyclone 500 everybody,” I said.

Jennifer complained about her feet being sore, so I got her on my back and we walked to the place.

We all split up to get our food, but sat together. Many went to where I went, Johnny Rockets. The others spread to the Waterfront, another burger place or the Soda Shack, where Peter and Kitten came back with a large order of nachos and Slurpee’s to drink.

Looking at those walking by again, I saw as many employees as I saw fellow GSS members. Some were taking the quiet time to get on the hair-rising rides and we were quite content laying back and eating. I was through with my food rather quickly, but taking time to finish off my strawberry milkshake.

“This was a great idea today,” Stuart said. “Everybody relaxing and letting off some steam.”

“Yeah, we went a whole day without anybody saying, ‘Let’s sing a song?’” Princess said.

“That’s usually you doing that, Squirt?” Peter said to his beautiful younger sister.

We heard, then saw James get up, with Joanie. He was humming the Jet song walking in stride with the rhythm.

Peter, Stu, and I got our girls to their feet and we followed behind matching the stride.

PETER started it...

When you’re a Jet,
You’re a Jet all the way
From your first cigarette
To your last dyin’ day.

When you’re a Jet,
If the spit hits the fan,
You got brothers around,
You’re a family man!

Every GSS person, we encountered, joined us

You’re never alone,
You’re never disconnected!
You’re home with your own
When company’s expected,
You’re well protected!

Then you are set
With a capital J,
Which you’ll never forget
Till they cart you away.
When you’re a Jet,
You stay a Jet!

Now, the Sharks, and their girls, were joining us!

When you’re a Jet,
You’re the top cat in town,
You’re the gold medal kid
With the heavyweight crown!

When you’re a Jet,
You’re the swingin’est thing
Little boy, you’re a man;
Little man, you’re a king!

The Jets are in gear,
Our cylinders are clickin’!
The Sharks will steer clear
‘Cause ev’ry one of them’s
a stupid lousy chicken!

Here come the Jets
Like a bat out of hell.
Someone gets in our way,
Someone don’t feel so well!

From other lanes of foot traffic, the rest of our gang joined up with us, as we all headed out of the park, fifteen minutes early.

Just like
Here come the Jets
Little world, step aside!
Better go underground,
Better run, better hide!

We’re drawin’ the line,
So keep your noses hidden!
We’re hangin’ a sign,
Says “Visitors forbidden”
And we ain’t kiddin’!

Here come the Jets,
Yeah! And we’re gonna beat
Ev’ry last buggin’ gang
On the whole buggin’ street!
On the whole!

Ever!
Mother!
Lovin’!
Street!
Yeah!

Catching up at the end was Charles and Shirley. Just outside the boundaries of the park, Miss Neff, being taller, gave him quite the kiss. We did the count, I waved goodbye to those employees who were there ... and they all waved back, including William.

As we drove away, I asked around if anyone else received the trouble we had getting in.

Jorge Diaz said, “Something happened, and we all got in for free. Thanks for that Michael ... you are the best.”

Mr. Scarsdale was a softie after all.

We had a few adults on the bus with us. I went over and talked to Mom.