Chapter 12

The fifty steps I took running after Tammy were not without consequence. My foot began aching and I looked at my ankle and saw it swelling. I had to sit and take my weight off my leg. Tammy saw the grimace on my face and became concerned.

"It's only been out of a cast a couple of days and I shouldn't have run after you."

"But it's swelling, we have to do something."

"Okay, help me over to the waters edge and I'll soak it in water."

She looked at me with an odd expression, "What's that going to do?"

Laughing, I said, "I don't know but we can't go back to the car. Not too soon anyway," I added and began laughing.

She started laughing, "We could if we wanted to watch them."

The look on my face must have been funny because she began laughing hard, not stopping until tears were coming from her eyes.

"Do you want to watch?" I finally asked when she calmed.

"Yes!" she cried out and began laughing again.

"What are you laughing about?"

"Your face, you had the funniest look."

"Help me and we'll walk back to the car." We were only 200 feet from the car however the brush blocked it. Half way to the car, the brush cleared and we could see Bobbie and Melinda were no longer on the blanket and Bobbie saw us, rushing to aid me.

Tammy explained what happened, leaving nothing out.

"Did you see us lying on the blanket?" she asked looking directly at me.

"Yes, we saw you on the blanket," I responded as I twisted and sat in the back seat of the car, my feet hanging out.

She turned away and I could see she was blushing.

"You shouldn't blush, I thought you were beautiful."

Tammy added, "You have a great body also."

Tammy was right; she had a shapely body, although Bobbie had a flat chest. Not exactly, however Tammy's breasts were larger.

Bobbie muttered, the words barely audible, "Thank you." She was wrapping my ankle in a towel tightly. After she had my foot wrapped, she made a trip to the trunk and returned with a plastic bag. Placing my foot in the bag, she instructed Tammy and Melinda to bring the cooler and they filled the bag with ice.

Five minutes later, I spoke to Bobbie and there was an under lying tone in my voice, "Are there many more sadists in your family or are you the only one."

They began laughing at me and Bobbie made a face, wagging her tongue at me. Damn that ice got cold in a hurry. They moved the blanket near where I sat and the girls perched on it. Over the next two hours, there was a constant chatter, each of us doing our share of talking.

I managed to get a few shots of the girls in their bathing suits, at Melinda's insistence, including a couple of special poses for each. Tammy insisted that she be included in the special photos.

Bobbie's idea with the ice helped because by the time we reached the condo, my ankle was almost back to its normal size. It was sore however. I would need to favor it for a couple of days. I didn't mind too much because Tammy took over as my personal servant, barely allowing me to use the bathroom alone. She was worse than an old hen protecting her biddies.

Mom was her old self when we returned and I think Melinda was the happiest. She became extremely upset, I learned from Bobbie, when she saw mom inebriated the night before.

"Tammy, your mom called and asked if you could spend the night here again. I told her that was fine with me, and I hope it meets your approval."

"Yes ma'am, that's fine with me." Tammy didn't pull punches and asked mom, "Did you know I spent the night here last night?"

Mom's face became pale from embarrassment, "No, I'm sorry I didn't. I owe each of you an apology. Hal, I owe you the biggest apology, I talked to your dad this afternoon. I was upset at each of you because I thought you and he were talking man-to-man and I was afraid he told you something. He said he didn't and I believe him." After her color returned, she came to me and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm sorry, I'll explain later," she whispered in my ear.

Bobby and Melinda left for Melinda's with the intention of returning in two or three hours and 'Mother Tammy' made hoagies for the three of us. Mom and Tammy cleaned up after we ate the sandwiches and chips and I went to my room to make a call.

I made a call to Archer and was on hold for almost ten minutes when he answered.

"Hal, what's up buddy? How are the limbs doing?"

"They are working great, I had the casts removed and other than my foot being a little sore, I'm fine."

"That's good news. I spoke to Ed last week and I understand you are going to meet us in Houston next week. Good timing with those casts, you can't play very hard with them." He started laughing and when he became quiet, I spoke.

"The reason I had the casts is because someone played too hard in Atlanta," I said crisply. "I don't think too much of your games." My tone expressed my true feelings.

"I know, and I'm awful sorry about that. Look, I'll make it up to you in Houston. We'll do something special. Now, what do I owe this call to?"

I explained Janet's situation and asked for a recommendation and his help.

Without another question, he replied, "I'll make a few calls, keep you cell phone near. Anything else you need?"

"No, that's it."

"Great! As I promised, we'll have a ball in Houston. Keep your cell phone near." The line went dead.

I looked up and mom was standing at my door. She had apparently been standing there long enough to hear me explain Janet's status. "When did this happen?"

"Last night," I replied. That's why Janet called and asked if Tammy could spend another night."

"Poor girl, I like her mother. Her father is something else and I have never liked him. He's not my problem; I'm not married to him. I just feel sorry for Tammy."

"Mom, why don't you like him? Has he come on to you, or done anything to make you think he is not on the up and up?"

"Not to me, I just don't like the way he looks at the young girls, your sister included."

Our conversation stopped abruptly when Tammy knocked on my door. "Mrs. Stewart, there is a phone call for you." Mom walked from the room and Tammy asked, "Can I come in?"

"Sure, but I'm finished my business. I was going to join you in the family room. Do you want to watch a movie?" I said as she walked in and sat on my bed.

"Yes, no war stories though." She laughed and jumped up, rushing to my aid.

She chose the movie and pushed me over in the recliner, making room to sit beside me. We were laughing during the comedy she chose and I heard mom laughing also. She was standing at the door waiting for a break before speaking over our laughter, watching also.

"I'm going to Claire's for a while. Melinda and Bobbie will return soon and you kids can have the run of the house for a while. I've put more sodas in the fridge and snacks on the table. Don't leave a mess," she laughed at her comment and not at the movie.

Mom gave a finger wave and left the room.

We watched another few minutes of the movie and Tammy reached for the remote, turning the VCR and TV off. Turning to me, she elevated her body and placed her lips on mine, kissing me lightly and raising her head and staring at me.

I looked into her eyes and saw excitement. Lowering my lips to meet hers, I returned her soft tender kiss. We played cat and mouse with our kisses for ten minutes, each kiss getting a little longer, harder, and a little more tongue after the second meeting of our lips.

"Hal, I meant what I said this afternoon, I won't break."

I rose from the recliner, lifting her ninety-five pounds, and started for my bedroom.

"Let me walk, you're going to injure your foot."

I didn't let her walk instead I carried her to my room and lay her on my bed gently. Removing my shoes and unbuttoning my shirt, I knelt on the bed. She centered herself, leaving me plenty of room to lie beside her. I didn't lie beside her, instead I half covered her small body with mine, throwing one leg over her legs. When our lips met, our tongues were as active as our minds, searching for the unknown.

By no means was I an expert; however, I had a little more experience than she did in the kissing department, although she became a fast learner. A few minutes of aggressive kissing was fine, however we were each looking for greater fulfillment. Our hands became busy and she pulled at my shirt, removing it; I pulled her blouse, removing it likewise.

What a disparity the situation makes when you look at something. I photographed Tammy's small breasts earlier in the afternoon, beside Melinda and Bobbie. At the time, I had her image in my lens, her breasts were attractive, and erotic I must admit. Lying on my bed, her small breasts appeared as though they were centerfold materiel. My breath became shortened, my pulse rate increased, and my heart began pumping lifeblood at a much greater pace. I was amazed; the scene was almost a duplicate although the situation was entirely different. My prick became erect and hard, and my body began begging for relief.

I was aware her breasts weren't fully responsible for my present state; however, they were responsible for the erotic images my brain was receiving and converting into desire. I wanted to, I had to, it was imperative I see more.

"Hal, suck my tits, pull my tiny nipples, make them hard please. Please Hal; put your mouth on my tits!"

Yet to touch her small breasts, I forego the pleasure for the moment, desiring to see the remainder of her beauty before I began engaging myself in pleasure. I was tempted to go for the small mounds, the tiny points so inviting, however I resisted. I wanted the entire bundle at one time; I didn't want it piecemeal.