Chapter 22

Thoughts of Molly, Alice, and Kate were rolling around in my head all week. I saw Molly at school several times, but she was always with friends and I didn’t want her to think that I was pestering her, so I tried to stay out of her way and I had to force myself not to think of her. Alice tried to talk to me once, but I was late to a class. She looked kind of disappointed as I ran off, so I made a mental note to try and talk to her soon.

I was in my room doing homework Thursday evening when Dad stuck his head in and said, “How’s it going, Pal?” I asked him to sit for a minute and I said, “A lot happened in the last year, Dad, and I’m getting kind of overwhelmed. I don’t want to burden you with the particulars, but are there some things you can tell me that’ll help me sort things out?” He laughed a little, and then he said, “So you want me to give you some sage advice that’ll make everything better?”

I saw his point, and I smiled and said, “Yes, Dammit, you’re the dad, and you’re supposed to know about everything!” He laughed out loud this time and gave me a hug. Then he said, “I’ve watched you grow, and you never cease to amaze me. I wish that I could take more credit for the way you’ve turned out, but it’s been your mom who deserves the thanks.”

“You really love her don’t you?”

“Yes I do. She’s my whole life.”

I regretted having said them the second the next words came out of my mouth. I said, “Then how can you have sex with other women?” He said, “I wondered when we were going to have this talk, but I’m not going to lie to you. Are you certain that you want to hear the answers?”

“Yes I do, Dad.” He sat on the bed and looked at me for a minute, then he said, “Mom and I talked about this at length. We knew that it was just a matter of time before you asked, and we said that whomever you asked about it would tell you whatever you wanted to know. We have always been very sexual people. We were at a party a few years ago, and some friends asked us to participate in a group thing. We said no, but we talked about it later. We both were attracted to some people at the party, and we talked about what it might be like if we had brief affairs with them. We wondered if our love was strong enough to survive something like that, and we both thought that it would. We knew that we’d always wonder about it now that we’d talked about it, so we decided to try it.”

“I told her that I couldn’t stand to be around while she was actually ‘with’ another person, and she said the same thing, so the group thing was out and we decided to individually try it and see what would happen.” Dad stopped and sat back. I guess he was waiting for it to sink in to me, then he started again.

“We tried it, and it actually seemed to make our love stronger. We began to compliment each other more, and we both understood more about each other’s feelings. There are no rules about this kind of thing as far as I know, and I’m not recommending that you do it. I can only tell you what works for us. We don’t engage in it very often, and we’re careful about who we’re with. We always tell each other when it happens, but we never go into particulars. We immediately stop it if it looks like it might happen with one of us, and the other one doesn’t approve of the person. We agreed at the beginning that we would stop if it got to be a problem, and it hasn’t so far. It hasn’t become an addiction so we could if we decided to stop today. We never did do a lot of it, and we do it even less lately. Now, do you have any questions?”

I thought for a long time, and suddenly I realized that I wasn’t bothered about it as much as I expected. I finally said, “Has Mom been with a lot of guys?”

He said, “I promised that I wouldn’t lie or keep anything from you, Son. Are you sure that you want to know?” I knew the answer almost before he got the words out, and I said, “No, Dad, I don’t need to know. It’s not important as long as I know that you love each other.”

“Well, we do, Son, and we both love you.” I don’t know why, but suddenly I felt a little older and more mature. It was as though a page had turned in my life, and I felt better somehow.

My mind was on our final practice game the next day as I walked into the lunchroom and saw Tim sitting at a table with Amy. I sat down next to them and started to ask him something about the game, when he interrupted me with, “I didn’t know Amy was your sister?”

I said, “Yeah, so?”

“Well, I just asked her to meet me at the drive-in after the game, and she said I had to check with you!” I was surprised and a little stunned. She was staring at the table, and she didn’t look up when I looked at her. I stammered, “Uhh, yeah, it’s uhh, OK I guess.”

Tim stood up and said to Amy, “Great, I’ll see ya there.”

Then he said to me, “I gotta get to class, I’ll see you at the game.” and he left.

I took Amy’s hands in mine when he got out of sight, and said, “I’m happy for you. Tim is a nice guy, but I’m jealous.”

She looked up at me and said, “I was hoping that you would be, but we need to cool it for a while. I love my new life and my new family, and I need to spread my wings a little.” I wanted to hug her just then, but I just squeezed her hands instead.

Then a voice behind me said, “Hi, Pete.” I looked around and Alice was standing there with a tray of food in her hand. I said, “Hi, Alice, why don’t you join us and meet my sister, Amy.”

She sat down and we small-talked for a while, until Amy said to Alice, “Some of us are meeting at the drive-in after the game tonight. Why don’t you join us?” Alice smiled a big smile, that suddenly stopped, and she said, “Gee, I just remembered, I have to work tonight.” I was about to turn away, when she said, “But I don’t have any plans Saturday night.” Her face was so hopeful that I couldn’t resist. I said “Great! How about a movie?”

The next thing that happened was funny. Alice said to Amy, “Do you have a date Saturday?” Amy said, “No, but I could probably scare one up, why?” Alice’s face was like an open book, and I knew exactly what she was going to say. She was happy that I asked her out, but she was a little flustered, and she was going to ask Amy to double date with us as a courtesy, but she was hoping that Amy would refuse. And sure enough Alice asked her.

She said, “Well, if you get a date, why don’t we double?” Amy surprised both of us by saying, “Well, let me see what happens and I’ll let Pete know,” when Alice said it. Alice realized that she made a mistake, and her face fell.

My heart went out to her all of a sudden. Here was a pretty girl, who obviously didn’t have a lot of dating skills and she was digging herself a hole. So I turned to Amy and I said, “Hold it! I’ve been trying to get this girl to go out with me for a long time, and I want some time with her alone now that she’s said yes!”

I thought I saw a cloud come over Amy’s face For a split second, but it went away just as quickly as she grinned and said, “OK, Alice, but be careful; I hear that he’s not to be trusted.” Alice grinned and we went back to class.

The game that afternoon started off fine. We won the coin toss, and I took their kickoff and ran it back for a touchdown, but it all went downhill from there. They had apparently scouted us, and people were all over me for the rest of the game. We were down by a field goal with a few minutes left, and I was running a cross-field pattern, when Vince threw a long lazy arch that hit me right on the numbers. I dodged a tackler and was headed for a sure score when it felt like a building landed on me. Two of their guys had hit me at once, and the ball flew out of my hands to one of their guys, and we lost the game.

I was stiff and sore when I went into the locker room, and I lay on a bench for a while and rested before I took a shower. Everybody was gone by the time I took a shower and got dressed. I was walking down the empty halls on the way to the car, and I heard a noise as I passed Ms. Garmin’s room. I stopped for a minute and it sounded like she was complaining about something. I listened closer, and I heard her say, “No! Please stop!”

I ran to her door and it was locked, but I grabbed the handle, twisted hard and it flew open. Lenny had Ms. Garmin up against the wall. He was trying to pull her clothes off and she was trying to fight him off. I started toward him with my fists clenched, and when he saw me, he cowered, and backed into a corner. Then he started yelling, “Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me!”

I went to Ms. Garmin. She was crying and I held her and glared at Lenny. I guess Lenny thought that the best defense was attack, because he started yelling, “That’s it, Bitch! I go to the principal Monday and tell him that you fucked me, and this kid too. He’ll fire your ass in a minute!” I said, “He’ll never believe you! I’ll tell him you tried to rape her!” He said, “It don’t matter, they’ll fire her anyway just to keep things quiet, and probably kick you out of school as well. I don’t give a shit if they fire me, I’m leaving town anyway.” I was mad now, and I started towards him, but he ran around a desk and out the door.

I went back to Ms. Garmin and she was straightening herself up, but she looked very sad. She said, “He’s threatened me before, but I think that he means it this time.” I tried to hold her, but she took my hands and kissed them both when I reached for her, and said, “Thank you, Pete. It’s probably just as well.” I can’t spend the rest of my life worrying about Lenny Maxfield. I have work to do,” and she sat down at her desk. I said, “What are you doing? Aren’t you afraid that he’ll come back?”

“No, he won’t be back. It’s Friday night. He’ll spend the rest of the night at Clancy’s Bar trying to pick up one of the women who hang around there. I have some paperwork to do here, and whatever happens Monday, happens.” She looked very dejected sitting at her desk, and I was sad for her.

Everyone was eating, and Erin was talking with Amy about her “date” while Mom and Dad smiled and looked on when I got home. I cornered Amy after dinner and said, “I know that you’re meeting Tim at the drive-in. Would it bother you if I showed up if I promised not to cramp your style?” She looked at me about half seriously and said, “Hey, big brother, this isn’t really a date, and it wouldn’t bother me at all if you showed up. Besides, you can knock him on his butt again if he gets out of hand.” We both laughed and I went into my room to rest for a while.

I drove over around nine and tried to park, but there wasn’t anyplace close, so I parked a block away and walked over. I passed a parked car on the way. The radio was playing loudly and I heard Gladys’s drunken voice say, “Hey, it’s the fumbler,” when I went by. I looked into the car and she and two guys were sitting with beer bottles in their hands. She said, “Hey, Fumbler, I’d offer you a beer, but I’m afraid that you’d drop it like you did the ball at the game today!” They all laughed as I walked away.

The drive-in was packed when I got there. I didn’t see Amy anywhere, but I spotted Bill sitting with some guys and I sat with them. We were talking and laughing and looking at girls when I spotted Tim and Amy. They were holding hands and laughing and they made a cute couple. I thought about it for a minute, and it started to bother me, but I put it out of my mind when somebody mentioned Ms. Garmin. It was something about the swimming team, but it called to mind what had happened tonight, and I sat thinking about it. Gladys staggered in around ten o’clock. Her hair was mussed, her shirt was half off, and she was drunk. I got an idea. I asked Bill to step away from the table, and I asked if he had his camera with him when I got him alone. I asked him if he had any Quaaludes when he said he did. He gave me a shocked look and said, “Uhh, Gee, I didn’t know you were into those, Pete!”

“Do you have any or not?” He said that he did, and I told him my plan. He attentively listened, and he got a big grin on his face towards the end and said, “Let’s do it!” We waited until Gladys made the rounds. She was teasing the guys, annoying the girls, and trying to make sure everybody that was looking at her tits. Then we got her in a corner. I said, “Hey, good looking, are you busy?”

She didn’t even hesitate; she immediately reached down and started rubbing the front of my pants, and she said, hey, didn’t you and me” ... I interrupted her before she had a chance to continue and said, “How about my friend here?” She reached over and began to rub Bill too. I leaned close and said, “How’d you like to do us a favor?” “She grinned and said, “Anytime, Guys; ya got any beer?”

I said, “Well it’s not for us, it’s for a friend of ours. It’s his birthday and we want to get him a, uhh ‘present’.” She looked around and said, “Where is he?” “He’s at a place down the street, do you have your car here? She said, “Sure, but what’s in it for me?” I said, “Show her Bill.” and he pulled out a handful of Quaaludes. Her eyes got big as saucers and she said “ALRIGHT” and reached for them, but I grabbed her hand and said, “Huh uh, not until you do us the favor, and I said, “C’mon, Bill, follow us.” I spotted a school jacket hanging on the back of a chair on the way to her car. It belonged to a guy on the team, and I asked him if I could borrow it for a few minutes. He said OK and I threw it over my arm. We got into her car and Bill followed us to Clancy’s. We parked her car in the dark behind the bar, and Bill parked his around the corner.

I handed her the jacket, and said, “Take your clothes off, and put this on.” She began to complain that this was getting complicated, so I nodded to Bill and he handed her a Lude. Bill stared wide-eyed as she took her shirt off and those huge tits lunged at him. I finally had to poke him and say, “Go get Lenny.” We had talked about what we were going to say, and Bill went into the bar and found Lenny sitting at a table talking to an old woman. He went to him and whispered, “Hey, one of the bar girls says that she can fuck your brains out.” Lenny looked drunkenly around, and said, “Who?”

Bill said, “She’s out back, in the car,” and walked toward the back door. Lenny got off the stool and followed him as best he could. His eyes got big as saucers when he got to the car and saw Gladys wearing a school jacket and nothing else. He wasted no time dropping his pants when she leaned back, the jacket fell open, and those huge tits popped out.

I stepped around to Bill’s car and got the camera when I saw them come out of the bar. I waited till Lenny got in the car and I went up and handed it to Bill. We waited a few minutes before I yanked the door open. Lenny was on top of her. His bare ass was toward the camera, and he looked around just as Bill clicked the shutter. There was a bright flash and arms and legs started flying around. Bill hit it again as soon as the flash recharged. The camera was only a few inches from Lenny’s face this time, and he was temporarily blinded. He couldn’t see how to get out of the car, and he sat rubbing his eyes while Gladys was trying to scramble out from under him. She had almost made it when Bill clicked again. The jacket, her tits, and Lenny’s dick were clearly visible in this shot.

They started yelling and asking what was going on when they finally untangled themselves. I grabbed Lenny around the neck and dragged him, kicking, away from the car and up against the back of the bar. He started to scream, so I backhanded him across the mouth, and put my face close to his.

I said, “OK, Asshole, we have witnesses and pictures of you fucking a sixteen year old girl. You’ve been bragging about how you’re going to leave town. Well, you’re going to the school and quit Monday morning. You’re not going to say a word about Ms. Garmin, and you’re going to quietly leave town. The first thing I’ll do if you’re not gone by Monday night, or if you say a single word about Ms. Garmin, is beat you to a fucking pulp, then I’ll turn the pictures over to the police, and you’ll go to jail for a long time! Understood!”

I knew I would never actually beat him up, and I was pretty sure Gladys was older then sixteen. But he didn’t, and he started shaking. He started to try to apologize and try to reason with me, but I grabbed his collar and pulled him almost off the ground. I said in my meanest voice, “Shut the fuck up. Go home and start packing. I’m going to have some guys sitting outside your house. I’ll come looking for you if you’re still here Tuesday morning.” He tried to take off running when I let him go, but his pants were still around his ankles, and he did a comical run-skip-jump, trying to get them on.

I was trying to figure out how to calm Gladys down as I walked back to the car, but I stared in surprise when I got there. Bill was in the back seat and Gladys was giving him a blowjob. He grinned, flipped me his car keys, and said, “I’ll see you back at the drive-in.” I was sitting in a booth talking with some guys when they pulled in. Gladys walked to me and handed me the jacket when they got out of the car, then she winked, gave me a ‘thumbs-up’ sign, and walked away. I asked Bill what was going on, and he said, “I told her that we were working an undercover ‘sting’ operation for the cops, and that she was a heroine.”

“Is that why she gave you the blowjob?” “No, that cost me the rest of my ‘Ludes’. Which reminds me. You owe me twenty bucks.”

“Is that all?” He grinned and said, “I gave you a discount because of the blowjob.” I asked about the pictures, and he said that he could develop them, and they would be ready tomorrow.

The light was on in Amy’s room when I got home. The door was open, so I stuck my head in. She was lying in bed reading, and she patted the covers when she saw me, and I sat on the bed. I said, “Did you have a good time?”

She said, “I had a very good time, Pete. Tim is a nice guy and I can’t tell you how great it is to be able to have a good time, and not be worrying about things at home.” I was tired and sore from the game, so I hit the sack early because I had to be up early the next morning for the motorcycle-training course.

There were about fifteen other guys and five girls taking the course when I got there in the morning. They told us that today would be mostly classroom stuff in the morning, and a little riding in the afternoon. Tomorrow would be the opposite, with some classroom in the morning, and the rest of the day on the bikes. We would get a certificate that we could take to the DMV if we passed everything, then we could take a written test and they would issue a license if we passed that.

The classroom stuff was mostly basic safety rules. They talked about how the rules related to motorcycles after lunch, and they showed a short film about motorcycle safety, then we went next door to a large parking lot where a bunch of motorcycles were lined up. We had been told to wear over-the-ankle boots, a leather jacket, and to bring our own helmets. They pointed each of us to a bike when we got dressed, and we spent the rest of the day riding around the parking lot. I was surprised at how easy it was. It was almost like riding a heavy bicycle. The only difference was you had to shift it. It wasn’t all that hard. I got pretty smooth at it after a few tries, and it really started to be fun.

The day broke up around three and I drove over to Bill’s. He invited me into his garage where he had a rather elaborate photography setup, and showed me the pictures that he had taken. He had blown them up to eight-by-tens, and they were amazing. There were only three of them, but they were sharp and clear. The last one was the best. It showed Lenny sitting, rubbing his eyes. His pants were down, his cock was sticking in the air, and Gladys was crawling out from under him. You could see her tits and her pussy, and best of all, you could see the school name on the jacket. I said, “Are these all the prints?”

He grinned and said, “Well, I made an extra set ‘just in case’.” I said, “Gimme” and I asked him for the negatives. We shook hands and I drove over to Ms. Garmin’s house. Ms. Garmin answered the door. I asked if her husband was home. She said no, so I stepped inside. I told her what we had done to Lenny and that he wouldn’t be bothering her anymore. Then I said, “I want you to see something,” and I handed her one set of the prints. She stared at them wide-eyed, then she said, “I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done, Pete. It’s a huge load off my mind, but why are you showing me these?” I handed her the negatives and said, “A school custodian is a government job. It doesn’t pay as much as your husband used to make, but it’s secure and there are a lot of benefits. I’ll bet that they would jump at the opportunity if you showed those pictures to the right person at school, and said that you would give them the prints, and save the school from scandal by not showing them to the newspapers, if they hired your husband to replace Lenny.” Her eyes narrowed, and I could see the wheels turning.