The Trailer Park: The Fifth Year: Part 1: Words And Music
Copyright© 2007 by Wizard
Chapter 43
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 43 - The sixth book of the Trailer Park series finds Tony, Tami and Robbie starting their junior year in high school. More football, More Parker, more complications for Tony's life. (This book follows The Trailer Park, the Second Year, the Third Year, the Fourth Year and the Road Trip. I strongly recommend reading them in order.)
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Teenagers Consensual Romantic Heterosexual
I looked at Peter, curled up in his sleeping bag on my floor almost like a puppy. I think he really missed his mom and dad today, though being a grown-up freshman he couldn't show it. But on Thanksgiving even grown-up juniors feel just a little closer to their families.
Peter and Traci had taken to following along when Tami and I took our walks. Not intruding, but creating their own little ritual. I wondered if they'd last. They were awfully young.
Damn, now I knew what Mom felt like when Tami and I talked about being in love.
Still, I could do worse for a brother-in-law. Peter was good people. And that'd make Kelly and Mikee sisters-in-law, or sisters-in-law once removed. I wasn't sure. And Alana. I'd be related to Alana. Since she was a goddess, I wondered what that made me. Out of luck, probably. Alana had decided not to go back to school, at least not this year, and was in New Zealand doing a lingerie photo spread for Vogue. I made a mental note to pick up a copy.
Maybe I could get Robbie's sister Samantha to write Alana. She seemed to combine modeling and school and had a lot of fun doing it.
Of course, that would make Kenny a relative too.
I sighed, 'cause I knew I was stalling. Tami and I had talked about the letter on our walk, but now...
I swivelled in my chair and looked at the blank screen on my computer. It would only take a few minutes, and I needed to do it.
I had a little extra money saved up. I could log onto Buy dot com real quick. Check out their specials. They had some great buys. Maybe I could pick up one of those flat LCD's. I'd have so much more room on my desk. Or...
I was stalling again.
I put my hands on the keyboard and started typing.
Mrs. Morganthal.
I'm tempted to write, "Hi. How are you? I'm Fine. Tony "
This is one of those times that there's so much to say and no words to say it. But I'll try.
I've been thinking a lot about Zoe lately. No, that isn't true. I think a lot about Zoe everyday. She was an amazing girl and made an impact on me and everyone who knew her that can't be measured. But lately, she's been even more on my mind.
You may remember that last year, just after you moved here, the high school had a play contest.
We performed three plays, then sent the winner, Leslie Villier's Inherit the Wind, to the state competition, where she won. Our group performed an original musical that came in second. Zoe talked a lot about going to all three and the differences in how we staged them. She loved the theater, and it's too bad we didn't know or she could have been part of our production. She also told me that she voted for Leslie's play, but I never held that against her. It was better.
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