Chapter 6

Tuesday, October 5, 1976

Bonnie and I were at the Volkswagen dealership when they opened. We went in and a salesman was immediately on us. He started what had to be a canned sales pitch, but Bonnie cut him off.

"Mr. Carruthers, we are going to buy a Volkswagen bug today. The only question I have is, what colors do you have on your lot that we can have by Friday?"

"Ma'am, we have several. We have a light blue, a dark blue, and a dark green for sure. I'll check what else we have."

"There's no need for that. If you have the dark green, we'll take it."

"But there are options you should consider. Let's see... there's..."

Bonnie cut him off again. "We'll take whatever is on the dark green one."

"But..."

"No buts. If you don't want to sell it to us, I'm sure one of the other salesmen here would be happy to do so."

Shopping for a Volkswagen with Bonnie was a gas. She steamrollered the guy. She even got him down an additional $500.00 less than what he said was their best price.

She told the guy we'd pick the car up on Friday morning, and she was sure he'd make sure it was in perfect condition.

After we left the dealership, we went shopping for party supplies. We had a ball, and got some nice gag gifts, and some party favors suitable for a five year old.

Practice was boring. Sharon wasn't there.

Wednesday, October 6, 1976

I was waiting inside the cafeteria door at lunch on Wednesday when Sharon walked in. She turned on her million watt smile, and I almost melted. She grabbed my hand and we went through the line talking as if we hadn't seen each other in a year.

This time, Sharon slid in beside me instead of sitting across from me. We talked and held hands and tried to eat the institutional food. She told me she knew exactly what she wanted to get Beth for her birthday.

"You don't have to get her anything, you know."

"Yes, I know, Silly. I want to though. I just have to figure out a way to get to the mall before Friday."

"If you want, I'll take you after practice."

Sharon grabbed my arm and hugged it to her breast. God, it was nice. I was glad I was sitting down, otherwise I would have embarrassed myself.

"Sharon, we need to talk about something," I told her.

"Okay, Mike."

"I don't know how to say this without scaring you, but I have to say it. We've only been talking for a couple of days now, but I think... no, I know I'm falling in love with you."

Sharon was silent for over a minute. Finally, she said, "Mike, I've liked you for years. At least I thought I did. Something happened to you this summer that changed you. Since then I've realized I don't just like you. I love you too."

"This may get us in trouble, but I just have to kiss you," I said.

She smiled and we leaned together. The kiss was much like the one we shared the other night. This time, though, we had an audience. We must have held it a little too long because someone started applauding. By the time it registered with us that it was us they were applauding, almost the entire lunchroom had gotten into the act.

We were both blushing when we broke apart, and Sharon hid her face against my shoulder. We managed to get out of there with no teacher realizing there had been a public display of affection going on under their noses. Evidently we were the talk of the students though because Beth harassed me while she was at lunch.

Sharon was waiting for me after practice. "Are we still on for the mall?" she asked.

"Yeah, we'll have to drop Beth off at home first. Would you like to go with me to get something to eat before the mall?"

"That would be nice. Do you want to get a burger again?"

"No, I was thinking of something a little nicer. Do you like Chinese food?"

"I love it."

"Okay, I know just where to go."

Beth came out and she gave us a big grin before we all climbed into the Suburban. "So, what's this I hear about you guys playing kissy, kissy in the lunch room?"

"Oh for goodness sake, Beth. It was just one kiss," Sharon said.

"Yeah, but I hear it went on for twenty minutes."

"Oh for God's sake," Sharon said with mock severity, then she giggled. "It couldn't have been more than eighteen or nineteen minutes."

"So, are you two a couple now?"

Sharon looked over at me, and I could see a touch of fear in her eyes.

"Yes, nosey sister. We are a couple. That is, if Sharon will have me as her boyfriend."

"In that case, Beth. Yes, we are a couple."

"Good!" Beth said.

When we pulled into the driveway, Beth asked if we were coming in and I told her Sharon and I had some things we had to do.

"Well, you two be careful. If you'll kiss for twenty minutes in front of a crowd, it's hard to tell what you might do if you're alone."

"Sis, the tickle monster is lurking. You can expect a visit in your near future."

I put the Suburban in gear and left her laughing her beautiful ass off in the driveway.

Sharon and I had a wonderful dinner at the China Garden. We talked and flirted. Sharon taught me how to use chop sticks. I was beginning to feel like I had a girlfriend.

When we got to the mall, Sharon dragged me to a jewelry store. "There's this ankle bracelet Beth was showing me the last time we were in here. It's really neat."

The bracelet was nice, but it was almost a hundred dollars. Sharon was devastated. "I had no idea it was so much. I can only afford about $20.00."

"That's okay, Sweetheart. I'll pay the difference."

"I can't let you do that, Mike. I'll just get her something else."

"No way, Sharon, My Love. This is what she wants, so this is what she gets."

She finally agreed if I would let her put my name on it too. While they were wrapping and boxing it, I saw something that really caught my eye. It was a necklace that had four interconnected gold hearts. In the center of each heart was a heart shaped ruby. I called Sharon over and asked her if she thought Beth would like it.

"Like it! It's fantastic. Did you see the price tag though?"

"Yeah, almost a thousand. It'd be worth it. I think I'm going to get it."

"Mike! You're a junior in high school. How can you afford something like that?"

"Ut Oh. Sharon, I hoped this wouldn't come up until we'd been together for a while. I don't want it to affect how you think or feel about me... I have money... A lot of money. Mom trusted my judgement enough that she allowed me to invest the money that was set aside for mine and Beth's college."

"But, Mike. You don't want to spend that money."

"I know, Sharon I've already replaced it all. Our broker tells me we're worth over two million dollars now. I expect that to be over ten million within the next five years."

"Oh God, Mike. I had no idea. You have to believe that. I don't want your money. It's you I fell in love with."

I took he shoulders and looked her straight in the eye. "I know that, Sharon. It's you I fell in love with as well. I didn't even want to, but it happened anyway." I pulled her to me and kissed her. This time there was passion in the kiss. We'd probably still be kissing, but the jeweler cleared his throat to get our attention.

"I'd like this necklace as well," I told him. "If you could box and wrap it as well, I'd appreciate it."

I didn't wait for an answer, but turned back to Sharon and kissed her again.

Thursday, October 7, 1976

Thursday was a dreary day. It rained. I mean it rained in buckets. The only thing that made it worthwhile at all was lunch with Sharon.

Beth and Bonnie gave me an even rougher time that night. Finally, I had had enough. I grabbed Bonnie by the legs as she sat on the sofa. I pulled her knees apart, and lowered my mouth to her delicious pussy. God I love the taste of her pussy. She tried to keep up her constant tease, but she didn't last thirty seconds before her words were replaced by moans.

After she had screamed through her fourth orgasm, I turned to Beth. She pretended to fight, but her pussy was so wet from watching Bonnie, it was a token resistance at best. I entered her, and we were both in heaven.

Friday, October 8, 1976

I had just gotten out of home room on Friday morning when I heard, <Mike, have you seen Sharon?>

<No Sweety, not since lunch yesterday.>

<You need to get to room 304 right away, Mike. Someone has beaten her up.>

I started running toward the East stairway. Someone shouted, "No running in the halls!", but I ignored them. I took the stairs two at a time and ran to the second door on my right. I burst into a class, already in session and looked around. I saw her in the first row, center seat, and ran to her.

She looked up at me when she heard me coming. She was a mess. She had one black eye and a split lip. There was a cut above her right eye that was probably made by a blow.

I fell to my knees beside her, completely ignoring her teacher, and asked, "What happened, Honey?"

"I'm okay, Mike. Really I am. Go to class and I'll talk to you at lunch."

"No way, Love. Get your books. We're getting out of here."

She didn't say a word, but tears were running from her eyes as she started getting up.

About that time, her teacher grabbed my shoulder. "You can't come in here disrupting my class, young man. You're coming to the principal's office with me."

"I certainly am," I said, getting to my feet. "We're going to talk to him about how you totally ignored an obvious victim of child abuse sitting in your classroom. Then we're going to talk about how you assaulted me by grabbing my shoulder. When we're finished, I'll have my attorney file a suite against you and this school that will set a new record for damages. I'm ready. Let's go talk."

The man actually crumpled. I'd never seen anyone do that before. He fell into the chair Sharon had just vacated. "I am very sorry, young man. I truly hadn't noticed miss Mayhew's condition. Is there anything I can do?"

"Yes, you can give us a hall pass so we can get to the counselor's office. We'll call the police from there. You might also call Mr. Andrews' office and ask him to meet us there."

I didn't even wait for an answer, but took Sharon's hand and we started out. He caught up with us by the time we reached the door and handed us each a pass.

"Was it your father?" I asked.

Sharon nodded.

<Beth, get hold of Mom and get her here.>

<Already taken care of, Big Bro. Where will you be?>

<Ms. Richards office. Ditch class and meet us there, please.>

<On my way.>

I burst through Ms. Richardson's door without knocking. She looked startled, the she looked at Sharon.

"My God! What happened?"

"Her father used her for a punching bag last night. Could you call the police for us please?"

She was picking up the phone before the words were out of my mouth.

I looked at Sharon again and gave her a hopeful smile. "It's going to be okay, Honey. What set him off?"

"He came home early from his trip. He said the house was a mess and that I was grounded for a month. Mike, I think he'd been drinking. I knew not to argue with him so I just went up to my room. It was around 10:00 PM when I came back down stairs for a glass of milk. He saw me and started yelling at me. He said he'd told me to stay in my room and I had directly disobeyed him. I tried to explain to him he had just grounded me and hadn't told me to stay in my room, and he hit me. I started to cry, and he hit me again. when I fell down he started kicking me. I thought he was going to kill me."

By now Sharon was sobbing uncontrollably. I held her until she calmed down, then she went on. "I don't know how long he kept on kicking me, but finally he stopped. Then he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to my room."

Beth burst through the door before she could say anything else. By this time I was so angry I was shaking. <He's dead meat, Beth.>

<Okay, Mike. Calm down. We'll talk about it later.>

<I'm going to kill the motherfucker. I'm going to do it with my hands.>

"Mike, don't do it please. I don't want to lose you," Sharon wailed.

<Mike, she heard you!>

It took me a minute to figure out what Beth was talking about, but when I did, I was gobsmacked.

<Sharon, if you can hear me, nod your head but don't say anything.>

Sharon nodded her head.

<Sharon, I love you. I'm not going to have your father using you for a punching bag. We will do something about him if the police don't. I won't kill him, but I'll see that he never hurts you again.>

Sharon smiled and nodded.

<Sweetheart, think something at me. Beth will be able to hear you too.>

<I love you, Mike. Did you hear that?>

<Yes, love.>

<I heard it too. You guys are sick.>

<I heard it too, Sharon. Don't let Beth give you a rough time. She's just jealous, > Bonnie chimed in.

<Where are you, Mom?> I asked.

<Just coming through the front door. I'll be there in a minute.>

"Ms. Richards, did you get hold of the police?" I asked.

"They're on their way, Michael. I also called Dr. Franks and Dr. Nichols, our school physician. They're both on their way as well."

"Thank you. Ms. Richards. Mom is on her way here too. She'll be here any second."

"Why is your mother coming?" She asked as Bonnie came through the door.

"I'm here because I'm Sharon's godmother. Her mother asked me to take care of Sharon if anything ever happened to her. I have a paper at home to prove it if I need it."

<What?>

<What?>

<What?>

<Stay with me kids. Don't act surprised. Follow my lead and agree with me when asked.>

<Are you staying with us, Sharon?> I asked.

<Yeah. We need to talk about this.>

<I know, Sweetheart. I love you.>

<I love you too, Mike.>

<Aaawww, ain't they cute, Mom?>

<Shut up Beth.>

I was holding on to Sharon's hand when two rather large policemen entered the office. It was becoming rather crowded by now, and they were more than a little intimidating.

They asked what the problem was, and Bonnie told them that her goddaughter's father had beaten her. "It's the first time he has beaten her, but he's been abusing her for some time, officer. We need to get something done about him, and we need to get Sharon moved in with us so she'll be safe."

"Ma'am, I'm going to need a statement from the young lady, then we'll call CPS (Child Protective Services). They'll be the ones who decide about living arrangements."

Sharon gave them as detailed an account of what her father had done to her as she could remember. Some things blurred a little in her memory, and she honestly told them so. By the time she'd finished her narrative, Ms. Richards told us that the doctor had arrived.

"Officer, Dr. Nichols is here and he needs to examine Sharon. With your permission, I'm going to take her to the nurse's office for the examination."

"That's fine. Bring her back as soon as possible. In the mean time, we'll talk with some of the rest of you."

"Come on, Sharon," Ms. Richards said. "Dr. Nichols is a very nice man and I'm sure he'll be able to give you something for the pain."

I helped Sharon to her feet, and when she started for the door, I went with her. "You'll have to stay here, Michael," Ms. Richards said.

Before I could open my mouth, Sharon grasped my hand hard enough to cut off circulation. "Ms. Richards, If Mike can't go with me then I'm not going."

"Sharon, you told us that your father kicked you. The doctor is going to have to examine your body, and probably take pictures for evidence. Mike can't be there for that."

"If he isn't then I won't be either," Sharon told her coldly.

Ms. Richards looked frustrated. Finally she said, "Okay, we'll let the doctor sort this out. Come on."

Sharon and I followed her to the nurse's office.

Sharon basically went through the same argument with the doctor and his nurse. It went on for some time and I stayed out of it completely. Finally, the doctor decided Sharon wasn't going to budge so he reluctantly agreed to my presence as long as the nurse was present at all times.

The nurse took us into an examining room and told Sharon she would need to get undressed and get into a paper gown she handed her. I started to turn my back to her when Sharon said, "Mike, would you help me with my blouse, please? I'm really sore."

I started unbuttoning her blouse when Sharon said mentally, <Mike, my love, I am sorry you're going to see my body this way for the first time. I had some very large bruises this morning and I'm sure they're worse now.>

<Sweetheart, your body will be beautiful to me, bruised or not. Besides, I plan to see a lot of it in the future.>

I must have said the right thing because her million watt smile turned on.

I unbuttoned her blouse and helped her slip it off her shoulders. "Undo my bra please."

The nurse looked shocked, but didn't say anything. I looked at Sharon's upper body before I did the bra. She had am impressive array of bruises, some small and others as big as my hand. I unhooked her bra and the two most beautiful breasts I have ever seen spilled out. They had to be a "D" cup and were firm with very little sag.

<Absolutely beautiful!> I told her.

Again I was treated to that wonderful smile. "My shorts and panties please."

I didn't even hesitate to see what the nurse thought. I grasped the waistband of her shorts and pulled them off, along with her panties. I stepped back and looked her over. There were several large bruises on her lower abdomen and on her hips, some of them overlapped.

<You are the most gorgeous creature I have ever seen, Sharon.>

<I don't feel gorgeous, Mike. I just feel bruised.>

"You need to put on the gown, Miss," the nurse told her.

I picked it up and shook it out. I had it figured out in a few seconds and held it so Sharon could slip her arms into the sleeves. I snapped it behind her neck and the nurse told her to lie down on her back.

Sharon grabbed my hand as the nurse called the doctor in. He made Sharon go through the story of how everything had happened again as he started feeling of her head and looking at her face and neck. He used a little light to check her pupils, then a device to look into her ears.

The doctor started to ask me to leave again, but Sharon cut him off short. After he had thoroughly examined the front of her body, the doctor asked Sharon to turn over so he could look at her back. When she was settled I said mentally, <Sharon, you have the most beautiful butt I have ever seen.>

Sharon giggled and the doctor looked at her like she was crazy. When he had finished his exam he said, "Miss Mayhew, you are a very lucky girl. You have a lot of bruising, but you do not have a concussion. You have a couple of ribs that may be cracked, or they could just be badly bruised. We could send you to the hospital for x-rays, but the treatment would be the same either way. From the position of the bruises it doesn't look like any internal organs were damaged. If you or your guardian feel you should, you can go to the hospital for x-rays to give us a better idea about your organs, but unless you start feeling bad, I don't think it will be necessary."

"Thank you doctor. Is there anything you can do for my chest? It hurts pretty bad."

"We'll tape you up before we go. It will help by supporting you. It will also help with the pain. I'll also give you a prescription for some pain medication."

While they were taping her ribs, Sharon sat there with those magnificent boobs pointing right at me. I couldn't help but look, and she noticed the direction of my stare. I could see her glancing down at my crotch, and I knew she could tell I was as hard as a rock.

<You know you're a nasty little girl, don't you?>

<No, I'm a nasty young woman who's as horny as hell because I know you're looking at me.>

<Horny, huh?>

<Yes, horny. Mike, I've never been with a boy. I've never even seen a boy, and you are the first one to ever see me. I've never felt this way before, but right now I wish you could get up on this table with me and make me a woman.>

<So do I, Sweetheart. Right now we need to get you feeling better though.>

When we got back to Ms. Richards' office, the police were just wrapping up. They asked Sharon a couple of more questions, then told Bonnie that CPS would be in touch with us. I told Ms. Richards we were leaving for the day, and we went home.

When we were all seated in the living room with soft drinks Sharon asked, "Okay, so is someone going to tell me why I can hear all of your thoughts?"

<It's a long story, Sweety. Can you still hear me?>

<Yes, > she told me, squeezing my hand. <I don't care how long the story is. Tell me.>

So, we did. We didn't mention our lovemaking, but Sharon is a very intelligent young woman. It didn't seem to bother her that I had changed bodies.

<Mike, I knew something had happened to you. It's the you, as you are now, that I love.>

<Thank you, Sweetheart.>

<So how long have the three of you been having sex?> she asked calmly.

Bonnie laughed and Beth giggled. <You don't let much get passed you, do you?> Bonnie asked.

<Bonnie, I don't, or rather didn't know anything. It's just that if I were as close to anyone as you guys are from the telepathy, I don't see how you could not become lovers.>

<It's been quite a while now, Sweetheart.>

<Well, I know I should be upset, but somehow, I'm not. So where does that leave me?>

<Where would you like it to leave you?> Bonnie asked.

<I'd like for it to leave me as Mike's girlfriend. I'd like for it to leave me as Beth's best friend. I'd like for it to leave me as a member of Bonnie's family.>

<So be it.> said Bonnie. <That's the way it is and there's no reason for it to change.>

<But, Bonnie, I don't see how that can be. I love Mike. I'm going to want him to make love to me.>

<I know you are, Sweety. Mike loves me and makes love to me. Mike loves Beth and makes love to Beth. Beth and I both love Mike. We had to learn to share. It's the only way it would have worked. It's been working for about four months now. We all knew that some time one or all of us would fall in love with someone else as well. We all knew we'd welcome that person into our lives.>

<But, aren't you and Beth jealous of each other?>

<No. Beth and I love each other too. We also make love to each other. We didn't at first, but we all sleep in the same bed. When Mike was making love to Beth, I could see how good it made both of them feel, so I couldn't be jealous. I started enjoying kissing Mike as he was loving Beth. It made his pleasure even better. It wasn't long until I was kissing Beth as well. It made her feel better to. That led us on to other things.>

<Would I be expected to make love to you and Beth too?>

<No, you wouldn't be expected to. You are only expected to do what you want to do.>

<Would I be sleeping in the same bed with all of you?>

<If you wanted to, Honey. We'd all love to have you there.>

<Mike, do you love me as much as you love Bonnie and Beth?>

<Sharon, I love you every bit as much as I love Bonnie and Beth. My love for them grows every day and my love for you does the same. You can love more than one person at a time. I didn't realize that until this summer, but you can. When I reach an age where I can get married, you will be the one I marry.>