Chapter 7

We were sitting in our usual spot, an elevated area of about twelve to fifteen feet, above the sloping area leading to the pond. Its amazing how that small amount of elevation will give you so much more viewing area, but the illusion was because of the slight slope. She actually chose it because she had a clearer view of her house, and we could also see part of the barn and Nathan's house. I guess the real reason I enjoyed it, was really something different. I was twelve feet tall here. I was bigger. I was more powerful. I had more control.

That was before. This was right now. I felt small. I was sitting here watching, in my opinion, the greatest person in the world. She looked so tiny, so frail, that was as she was sobbing. I wanted to comfort her. I should comfort her. I wanted to be the one she looked up to, the only one. As I watched her sob, intermittently, I was desperate.

I was desperate, in that I wanted to make her crying go away. I wanted her to know I made her crying disappear. I wanted to be her hero.

Looking at her crying was beginning to make me feel so small. I wanted last evening to be the most eventful day in her life, my life. As it turned out, she was sitting here now because of me. I mess up and I mess up good, I was thinking. All my planning and work had been for naught.

Rita and Nina had spent hours each night, for two weeks, teaching me to dance. The teachers were excellent, however a teacher is only as good as her student, and they had a bad one. Rita taught me proper etiquette while eating, taught me how to open a door for a lady, and that didn't mean to open the door and walk through it and hope she was close enough behind she didn't get slammed by the door, Nina had interjected. Rita taught me I could eat finger foods; hors d'oeuvres, etc, and drink while standing.

That seemed so unimportant, as I sat here looking at Gay in her current condition. I moved closer and draped an arm over her shoulder. A good sign, she didn't shove me away as she had the last three or four times I tried.

She looked up at me, her eyes puffy and her cheeks wet from the tears. I didn't have a handkerchief, as Rita said I needed to carry, to wipe the tears from her face. I tried using my shirt but it didn't work with short sleeves. Gay solved the problem however; she used her long sleeves.

I looked at her and I wanted to say something, but, where would I start? I certainly didn't want to say anything that would get her started crying again. I just looked at her. I guess she saw the pain in my face because she was the one to break the silence. She was sucking her lips, in a manner as to moisten them.

"Dan, I'm sorry," she said and the tears began forming in her eyes. "It was my fault last night and I am so sorry." The tears were now rolling down her face and striking her hands, that were folded in her lap.

"It was my--," was all I could get out before her finger pressed against my lips, silencing me. Her tears were on her finger and they tasted sweet.

"Just be quiet and listen to me. I have to tell you this, but, you need to hear it all, and don't get upset before I finish. Do you promise?" She was asking while her finger was still touching my chin, the tears were formed in her eyes and I know her vision was blurred.

"I don't know, I haven't heard it yet," I said as I didn't want to promise on something I knew nothing about.

The tears were rolling off her face freely and she was making an almost impossible effort not to start crying again. "Dan, it's my fault, I caused it, but you have got to let me tell you. Please Dan? I know you will get mad, but you have to hear me, please." She was asking. I wanted to hold her, to stop her from talking, but she pushed me back.

"Please," Gay asked again, as she started sobbing, her breathing in gasps, in an effort to stop.

She was getting to me because I could feel a tear forming in my eye and my vision was blurry, her face becoming distorted. "OK," I said. My voice was squeaky and its pitch was high.

It took her over an hour to tell me the story that follows. She had to stop numerous times, she was sobbing so hard. Other times I would get mad and stand, which stopped her from continuing until I sat back down, and one time I had to stop her so I could take a piss. The sun was up when she finally finished the story.

Once we got to the party, we were eating snacks, drinking sodas, and walking around chatting with the others. I was having a great time, and I really did not want to go, I wanted to be alone with you. I think we both went along with the others, mainly because of Lisa. We all know she is not among the 'elite' of the cheerleaders; she got the position because she is so good, not popular like the others.

We were there about fifteen minutes and Jenna Covington's father started talking to you and kept you for over half an hour. I didn't like it but I didn't interrupt your conversation, instead I walked around, alone, until I came to the pool table.

You don't remember it, lightning struck it and it burned before you came here, but that burned building across the street from my house once housed a pool table. Dad bought it when I was about eight and we played pool almost every day, especially in the winter. It was cold in there because there was no heat but it was the only game we had. I was the best pool player in our house; I even beat Joe and dad.

Anyway, I started playing pool and after a couple of games I lost. I was in the bathroom and Jenna and two more girls asked to come in. Jenna said we could make the game more exciting if we showed the boys more skin, breasts she was talking about. She said she got the idea watching me because if I leaned over really far, the boys could see my breasts.

I was reluctant, but they started on me. Their remarks were sharp. I should act more as an adult, not be childish, and half a dozen more. You don't know it Dan, but girls can be awful cruel to one another. Anyway I agreed.

I was beginning to play really good when I played you. I did my best to give you a good look at my breasts every shot, but you didn't seem to want to look. You were really the only one I wanted to see my breasts. You did look at Shauna, the game she and I played after you lost. Your eyes never left her chest. You seemed disappointed when Shauna lost.

A boy played next and you went off with Jenna's mom. You even danced with her, and you never asked me to dance when we had the chance.

I was mad at you and when Jenna's dad came over and played a game against me, the girls got me in a corner and dared me to really give him a good show. I did; I gave him the best show of the night. I learned, by watching Jenna, if I leaned and shook my chest, my breast would almost fall out. Dan, I shook extra hard when I leaned over for a shot, he was looking, and I purposely let my breast come out of my dress.

Dan, he was quick to say he would put it back in place, and everyone shouted "Yes, let him." I remained still and he walked around the table and lifted it and put it back in place. He didn't put it back immediately; he squeezed it, pulled the nipple, and brushed imaginary dirt from it, getting a cheer from the boys. He got the biggest cheer when he saw a spot on it and tried to lick it off. He was licking my nipple.

I quit playing pool after that and began looking for you. No one had seen you, or so they said, and when I finally found you, you were kissing Jenna, AND playing with her breasts. You were playing with her breasts and I couldn't get you to look at mine earlier. I was hurt, really hurt. I was also upset. I looked over and you were drinking a beer. I wanted to come over and talk, but the look you gave me, stopped me. I was really upset but I settled down after a couple of minutes and then you were gone.

I saw Jenna's mother, a while later, and asked her if she had seen you. She looked down her nose at me and asked, "Are you the girl he is pissed off at?" I was hurt, the way she sounded, and the look I got from her was just too much. I ran to the bathroom, and cried.

Someone told Jenna's father I was crying in the bathroom and he came in; he unlocked the door, and came in. He talked to me and said it was best if he took me home. I couldn't find you or Mark and I let him bring me home.

We were in his car and he said he had to get out of the party anyway. He had to go to his office for some papers and we stopped at the tractor place. He told me it was not safe to stay in the car and I should come in while the got the papers he needed.

When we got inside his office he grabbed me and started kissing me. I was trying to get loose from him and he threw me on the sofa in his office. He was grabbing my breasts and trying to get my panties off. He got my panties off and laid on me, with all his weight, and took his prick out. He was trying to stick it in but it wouldn't get hard so he wanted me to suck it to make it hard. He kept pushing it against my lips but I wouldn't open my mouth. I grabbed it to push it away and his stuff shot all over my face.

I was screaming and fighting and we knocked a big lamp over, the bulb made a loud pop when it broke, but it also made a big flash of light. He was sitting on me when the building got bright. There was a police car outside shining all the lights in and they told us on the loud speaker in the car to, "Come to the front of the building with your hands in the air."

There were six policemen when we went outside. They made me stand against the wall and then put handcuffs on me and sat me in a car. He was talking to the policemen and finally they came over and told me I wasn't going to be arrested for prostitution because Jenna's father, Don Covington, refused to file a complaint.

They asked him if he gave me any money yet and he said he hadn't. He said I told him he could name the price, determining what I was worth afterwards. They all laughed with him and they were joking and said I must be pretty bad because I missed my mouth. They were pointing to his stuff still on my face.

When they left he brought me home, and on the way he told me I had better forget everything that happened tonight, otherwise he would be forced to file the charge for prostitution. The police had written my name down in a notebook, they also called on the radio and checked my name.

I felt responsible for the assault she had to go through. Had I not been with Jenna none of this would have happened. I couldn't tell her this but I would know inside I was the one that was totally responsible. I didn't know words to console and I was silent. I was just holding her close.

She pushed away, where she could look in my face, and said, "I'm sorry. I wish we hadn't gone to the party."

"You have nothing to be sorry about. I am the one that should be telling you I'm sorry. I was responsible."

"Responsible for what?" The voice of Donna, Gay's mother, surprised us, causing each of us to turn a little pale.

I was speechless for a moment and before I could speak Gay tried to neutralize the situation by saying, "We were just talking about the dance last night."

"Does that have anything to do with you coming in and showering for twenty minutes, wearing a torn dress?" Donna was looking at us, one to the other, and the look on her face told me she was serious.

Tears were formed in Gay's eyes as she retold the story to her mother, leaving out the part where Don Covington, Jenna's father, had tried to get Gay to suck his limp prick, or the fact he came in her face.

Donna's eyes were full of tears as she listened to her daughter and when the story was finished her arms were wrapped around Gay firmly. "I don't know what to tell you, baby. Don has so much power, in town, it would be your word against his if we went to the police. YOU CAN'T TELL YOUR FATHER ABOUT THIS." She was upset as she almost shouted the last part. "He would go crazy, he would try to kill Don." She sounded truly concerned about Frank's reaction to the attempted assault.

Mother and daughter were talking between themselves and ignored my presence. She was leading Gay towards the house and Gay pulled from her, running back to me, "I love you," she said meekly, kissed me lightly and ran back to her mother. I watched until they climbed over the fence. Donna made it look easy, even though she was showing pretty good, at her sixth month.

I walked back to the house and noticed it was almost nine as I walked up the steps to my bedroom. I heard Rita and Ida in the kitchen but I didn't feel like talking at the moment. I removed my shoes and socks and lay on the bed. Nina rolled over, her arm draping over me, and I was out.

I was awakened at one by one-hundred and five pounds sitting on my stomach. "Mom needs to talk to you," she said as she pulled her halter top down as she shook her breasts, allowing one to fall out. "Would you like to brush the dirt off, and, oh yeah, I have a spot here, you might want to lick it off," she said as she pressed against the nipple.

It took a moment and I realized, she had seen Gay the evening, rather earlier that morning, when she exposed herself to Don Covington. I pushed her off me, rather roughly, and said, "I need to speak to you later." I had to stop this before she let Rita and Ida know what happened at the party.

I showered and went downstairs. Rita was dressed for town and Ida and Nina were preparing me something to eat. Nina may be a pest at times but she was also a real great friend.

As Ida sat a cup of coffee in front of me, Rita said, "I am going out of town until Tuesday evening. Your lawyer called and he will be here next Friday to see you and Frank and Joe who just left. They want to talk to me when I get back. They said they needed to talk about something important. Do you know what it is?"

"Where are you going till Tuesday?," I asked, sipping from the hot coffee cup.

"Mr. Knight, -- Walter, to you, -- is taking me with him to look at some property. They are building another store," she said sharply, and then stuck her tongue out at me.

"You mean the bag boy?" I asked, "That young guy?"

"He just looks young, he is months older than me," she replied, the tongue coming out again, "And he is not a bag boy, his father owns the beer barn, and six more like it. He is going to look at property for another one." She tilted her head and was looking coyly at me.

I drank some more from the cup and smiled at her. She was feeling good today because she only stuck her tongue out at me on her really good days.

"You liked him, didn't you? I know you only met him for a while, but don't you think he's nice?" She was looking for my approval.

I think it would have spoiled her day if I had said I didn't like him and I didn't want to spoil her day. "Yes, I thought he was pretty nice, and he even opened the door for you."

"He is a gentleman, and treats me like a lady," she said, a big smile on her face.

"I think he is trying to fatten her up., He sent her a big box of chocolates," Ida piped in, and started laughing.

Nathan walked in and asked, "Who are we fattening up now?"

Ida was laughing as she said, "Rita. Her boy friend thinks she's skinny."

Rita jumped up from the table, and said, "You people!" and rushed from the room.

I sat for a minute staring at my cup, before I got up and followed her. She was trying to be serious, and they were clowning with her. She took it badly so I guessed she was pretty serious about Walter. I did like him; I enjoyed the few minutes we were together. He sounded smarter than many she had dated before.

She was standing before the window, and I could see her shadow through the material of the dress; she wasn't heavy. I slipped my arms around her waist and pulled her to me, kissing her behind the ear lightly. "We were just playing with you. I do like him, and," I grabbed her waist with my hands, "you are by no means fat, nor do you need fattening. You are perfect." I kissed her behind the ear again.

She turned, wrapping her arms around me and squeezing lightly, said, "Thanks. It means a lot to me that you like him. He spoke very highly of you the other night. Perhaps if the two of you get together you would get to really like each other." She was looking at me with those eyes that would melt your heart.

Rita was right. Walter was pretty nice. He was late picking her up and after he did arrive he and I had talked for an hour, Rita finally dragging him off. I found him pretty knowledgeable about his father's business. When he opened Rita's door for her, I stuck my tongue out at her when his back was turned. She responded with a quick flick of hers, a smile coming on her face.