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üCHAPTERFIVE
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AprilofthatyearleftinahurryandmostofMayhurried,
too.Ididn'tgetthechancetostayoutatCharlene'sagainright
away,butIknewRogerhadn'tforgottenme.OneSaturdaymorning
therewasagorgeouslittlebookcase,justtherightsize,inthe
drivewaybesideourhouse.Itwassolidmahoganyandbeautifully
finishedandthecardtapedtoitjustsaid,"Anearlybirthday
presentforaveryspecialyounglady."Itwassigned,only,"A
secretadmirer."Ipretendedutterignorance,butsentRogera
thank-younoteonthesly.
Ididn'tgetmanychancesforadventureandIwasprettymuch
finishedwithkidsnearmyageandthereweren'tanyrealprospects
amongtheolderguysormenintheneighborhood.Iwaswalking
aroundinastateofconstanthorniness,relievedonlyslightlyby
occasionalgamesofstink-finkwithJeanne.ThatlastweekofMay
draggedonandMemorialweekendseemedtolastforever.Dadwenton
arampageonMemorialdaybecause,apparently,ofmysister,St.
AlexisthePure.
Alexisalwayswentaroundpassingjudgmentandtellingus
thingswerewrongorsins.Anything.Everything.Andhereshe'd
gottenherselfcaughtjerkingoffsomejockinaDodge.Inthe
driveway.We'renottalkingaboutaNobelLaureatehere,asyoucan
plainlysee.
OnthenextSaturday,goodol'Martycamesnufflingaround.He
hadhispermitandhisDad'soldcarandofferedtotakemefora
drive.Well,sure,Iknewwhathehadinmind,butIwassohorny
atthatpoint,Iwould'vesatonhisstickshift.Sowewentfora
drivebytheAnderson'sgrainelevator--romantic,huh?--andwe
diditandthenhedrovemehome.AndIwasstillhorny.
Finally,onthethirdweekofJune,Dadannouncedthatmy
phantomstep-brotherwascomingtovisit.Iwasdeterminedto
seducehim--andIwasgoingtohavethechance,becausehisvisit
wasgoingtocoincidewiththechurchfair.
WhenDanarrived,JeanneandI--wehadbeenexchanging
fantasiesandmakingplansfortwoweeks--wereallprepared.We
werebothgoingtodohim.Teeheehee.
Hewasevenbetter-lookingthanbefore;otherthanthat,he
hadn'tchangedmuch.Hestillsatuptillthreeinthemorning,
readingpaperbacksandanythingelsehecouldgethishandson.
We'dbeencountingonthat.JeanneandIwouldcomecreeping
downstairsatelevenorso,aftereveryoneelsewasasleep,andsit
onthefloororthecouch--anywherewecouldbesurethelight
wouldshowthroughournightgowns.Hesleptonapulloutinthe
livingroomandwe'dcomethroughthereinthemiddleofthenight,
wearingapairofpantiesand,maybeatee-shirt,maybenot.
Hewasgettingallthesenicehard-onsfromus,butneverdid
anything.SowewenttoPlanB,whichweconsideredfoolproof.
ThreenightsbeforehewassupposedtoflybacktoNewYork,Mom
andDadweregoingtoapre-carnivaldinnerforallthevolunteers,
andmybrotherswerestayingatGrandma'sandAlexishadthis
ReallyBigDate.Danwaslefttowatchoverus.Atnineo'clock,he
sentustotakeourbaths.Atnine-thirty--afterwehadspent
ÇmostofthetimeplyingYellowPageswitheachother--Icalled
downstairstohim.
Thiswasthefoolproofpart:
"What'sthematter?"
"Youhavetomakesurewe'reclean."
"What??!!?"
"That'swhatMomorDadalwaysdoes."
Hemutteredsomethingandcametrudgingupthestairs.Jeanne
andIpoppedoutintothehallwaybutt-nakedandstoodthere
wearingshit-eatinggrins,displayingallofoursleeklittle
charmsandsecretplaces.Ournippleswerehardenoughtopierce
paperwhenhetoppedthestairsandturnedtowardus.
Dantookonelookatus,blushed,staredmerightintheeye
andsaid,"Getdry,getdressed,gettobed--anddon'teverpull
thisshitonmeagain.Getmoving!"
Wemoved.Somuchforfoolproofplans.
[What?No,Ithinkhelikedwhathesaw.Remember,Ihada
terrificlittlefigure--26-19-25--andJeannewasjust
sprouting,soshewasn'ttoohardtolookat,either.Buthe
thoughtofusas"kids"firstand"females"second.Seemspretty
obvioustome.]
Anyhow.
Martyhadbeencallingacoupleoftimesadayandaskingme
tocometothis"party."ThedayafterJeanneandIpulledour
foolproofplanonDave,Martyfinallyadmittedwhatwashappening.
Y'see,MartywasjuniorvarsityfootballatRossfordHighandhe
wastryingtobuddyuptothein-crowdwiththevarsity.Theparty
wasgoingtoconsistofMarty,threeguysfromthevarsity--and
me.Getthepicture?Right:agangbang.ItoldhimtocallDana-
-sincethatwasmoreherspeed--buthesaidNo,hewantedmeto
doit.Hestartedtogetrealpushyaboutit.Itupsetme,butI
didn'ttellanyone.
Sothenextevening,aboutfive-thirty,Iwasoutonthefront
porchwithLisaandDanwassittingtherereadingtheToledoBlade.
Martypulledupwithhisthreewould-bebuddies.Martyandoneof
them--Eric,thehalfback--gotoutandcameuponthetheporch
withhim.MartyhadfilledoutandEricwasjustbig.Iremember
therewerecloudscominginandthewindhadstopped.Icouldfeel
thethunderinthesky,justwaitingtostart.
IintroducedMartytoDan--hejustwavedandwentbackto
thehissportspages;hewasarealbaseballnut--andMarty
introducedErictoLisaandDaveandme.Ericwaswearingamuscle
tee-shirtandhehadtherighttowearit.Iwaswearingapairof
shortsthatweretoosmallandaloosebluepullover.Iwaswishing
I'dwornabra,sincemynippleswerehardandpushingagainstthe
fabric.
"Well,areyougoingtocomewithustotheparty?"Marty
asked.
ItoldhimthesamethingI'dsaidonthephone:"Idon'twant
to,Marty.Getsomeoneelsetoplaywithyou."
"WewantYOU,"Martysaid.
"Cutegirllikeyoucouldhavearealgoodtimewithus,"Eric
said.
Danturnedthepageonthesportssection.
Ç"Ijustdon'twantto,"Isaid.
"Sureyoudo,"Ericsaid.Hewasstaringrightatmytits.
Danfoldedthepaperandsetitdownonthefloorboardsofthe
porch.
"No,Idon't!"Isaid."Whydon'tyouguysgoontoyourold
partyandjustleavemealone?"
Martyputhishandonmyarm,justabovetheelbowandstarted
toleantowardme,whisperingsomething.Ishookfreeandbacked
away."Ithinkyoubettergo,Marty."
Danwassittingtherewithhisfeetupontheporchrailand
hishandsfoldedacrosshisstomach,justwatchingus.Iwas
backingupandbackedrightintoEric.Hegrabbedmyforearmsfrom
behindandpulledmebackagainsthim.Ifelthisdickrubbing
againstme.Itriedtogetloose.Hedidn'tgetshakenoffas
easilyasMarty.
"Shesaidtolethergo."
Danwasstandingandhewasclose.Thetopofhisheadwas
barelyevenwithEric'schin.
Ericturnedtowardhim,stillholdingmyforearminonehand.
"You'renotbeingpolite,"Dansaid.
"Andwhat'reyou--"
Heneverfinishedwhathewassaying.Iwasmaybeafootaway
whenDanhitEricintheface.Itwasaweird,shortpunchsofast
thatIhardlysawhishandmoveanddidn'tevenreallyseethe
punch.LaterIlearneditwassomekindofkaratepunch.Atthe
time,though,allIknewwasthatEricwasstaggeringbackwith
bloodalloverhisface.Hewentbackabouttwostepsandfellflat