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CHAPTER 82

Hearing Della's voice was a pleasant surprise and another surprise was
the way she sounded. Gone was the tentative, sometimes even sullen way
she used to be on the phone. Instead, her voice was soft, confident,
and more mature. For a second it made me think of when we were
together and I felt a little twinge. But Sylvia was still on my mind
now, and I asked, "Hi Della, what's up?"
"I have a couple questions. Are you going with anyone?"
"Wow, that was sudden. No, not right now, why?"
It sounded like she turned away from the phone, and I heard her say,
"He says he not going with anyone." 
Whoever she was talking to said something I couldn't hear. Then she
came back and said, "What about the girl you brought along when you
picked up Desi?"
"We're not going together, we're just friends. What's going on?"
She turned away again and repeated, "They're just friends."
Then she continued, "The Grange is putting on a big dance in two
weeks, and this time they're supposed to have a hot band. Do you think
you might be free?"
"Why, do you need a date?"
"It's not for me; it's for this gorgeous redhead sitting next to me,
who's too embarrassed to ask you herself. Here, talk to her."
There were some muffled sounds, then a very subdued, "Hi Pete, its
Denise. Do you umm, have a minute?"
Hearing her voice after talking to Della, made me think of Cantil, and
I realized I missed the people there. But the brash, foul-mouthed
Denise I knew wouldn't have been embarrassed to talk with anyone. It
sounded like some things about her had changed for the better.
So I said, "Hi beautiful, what is this crap about you being
embarrassed to ask me something? I thought we were better friends than
that."
"I'm, uhh, sorry, I didn't want to umm, bother you in case you were
going with someone. But if you aren't, and you aren't busy, it would
sure be great if you would like uhh, go to the dance with me."
"Are you kidding? I would love to go to the dance with you. When is
it?"
"It's two weeks from now, on a Saturday night. Is that okay?"
"Yes, I umm, think so."
"Why are you hesitating, do you have something else going on?"
"No, but I have a new job. And sometimes we have to work on weekends."
"Really? What kind of job?"
"I'm sort-of in a TV show."
"What! Which show is it?"
"I'll make you a deal. You tell me why you want me to take you to the
dance, and I'll tell you about the show."
Just then, Mom got on the intercom and asked, "Pete, are you up?"
I asked Denise to hold on for a minute, and I answered, "Yes Mom, I'm
on the phone."
"Call them back later, I need to talk to you now. I'll be right out."
Denise said, "I heard. She sounds angry. Call me back later," and she
hung up.
A minute later, Mom came in and said, "Okay, what went on last night?"
"Why, did Amy say something?"
"Amy left for the office early. But your sister has been acting
strange this morning, so I know something is going on. Is she okay?"
"Yes, she's fine. But I promised her I wouldn't say anything."
Mom's eyes narrowed, then she said, "I don't want you violate a
confidence, but you'd tell me if she wasn't all right wouldn't you?"
"Of course I would, Mom. She's fine. She just got into something that
was a little over her head. But it came out okay. As a matter of fact,
I think she learned a lesson. Believe me, if it was something serious,
I wouldn't have promised to keep quiet."
"And it wasn't something that Amy could have stopped from happening?"
"No Mom. There wasn't anything Amy could have done, it was all Erin.
You know how she gets when she's, umm, curious about something."
"It had something to do with sex, didn't it?"
"Mom, believe me, everything is okay."
Mom was quiet for a while, then, with a pained expression on her face,
she shocked me by saying, "Pete, am I failing you kids as you kids as
a mother?"
It surprised me, and it took me a second before I could reply, "No
Mom, of course not. You're a great mother. Why would you even ask
that?"
"Because I don't feel a part of your lives like I used to, and I just
realized something. You just told me that Erin had a problem, and the
first thing I did, was ask why Amy didn't handle it. That was stupid
of me, and it shows that I haven't been paying attention. I know that
you and Amy talk a lot, and I know that she talks with Erin. Amy has
been more of a mother that I have."
"You're not mad at her are you?"
"Not at all, I love Amy. But watching over Erin is not her
responsibility, it's mine. I'm mad at myself for not being closer to
all you kids."
"But Mom, we're growing up."
"I know dear, and you and Amy are almost there. But your sister isn't.
She's just fifteen. That can be a difficult time for a girl, and I
should be paying closer attention to her."
"You know how hard-headed she can be."
"Yes, I do. But, she still needs direction, and I'm afraid if it comes
from Amy she might resent it. I'm her mother. It has to come from me."
I said, "Maybe you're right Mom," and I hugged her.
She left, and as I watched her go, I began to understand why Erin
hadn't taken Amy's advice about some things. I shook my head, thinking
about how complicated girls were. 
I called Denise back, and we talked about what was going on with the
family. She said that the twins were growing like weeds, and that Curt
had moved out and was living with his girlfriend. Della was going
steady with a college guy, and Desi had buckled down and was doing
well in school. But when I asked why she wanted me to take her to the
dance, she stalled for a while before she said, "Pete, I have a
problem at school. You know that I had an attitude problem in the
beginning, and it's taken a while for the kids to warm up to me. One
day after school, a bunch of us were sitting around in a burger place.
There was a TV there, showing a program where an actress was being
interviewed about her part in a new TV show and I mentioned that I
knew her. I recognized her, because a couple of years ago, she and her
girlfriend were extras in some movies my Mom starred in and during the
filming they had spent some time at our house. Nobody knows who my mom
is, so I couldn't tell them how I knew her, and I guess the kids
thought I was lying. Especially, since a little later in the program,
they interviewed another girl. It turned out that she was the
girlfriend of the first actress, and when I said I knew her too, they
started really getting on my case. One of the girls with us doesn't
like me, and every since then, she's been telling everyone that I'm a
liar and a name-dropper. But if I show up at the dance with you,
they'll be convinced I'm not."
"Me! Why me? How will that convince them?"
"Because you're famous!"
"What? How am I famous?"
"Are you kidding? You've been in the papers a million times. First,
when you caught that drug dealer, next, when you and Erin saved those
people in the burning car, and after that, when those pictures came
out in the tabloids, showing you, Kristen Baker, and Robert DeLucca
together. You're probably one of the most famous guys that's ever been
around Cantil."
It took a minute for what she said to sink in, and I have to admit
that I was flattered. But I was also a little peeved when I found why
she wanted me, and I said, "So, the only reason that you want me to
take you to the dance is because I'm famous?"
"Well, that's part of it, but umm, mostly because I haven't seen you
in a while, and it gave me an excuse to ask you to spend some time
with me."
I was feeling better now, and I said, "Okay, you just said the magic
word. I'll keep in touch and let you know about things at the studio."
That triggered a bunch of questions about the TV show, and we ended up
talking for over an hour. It was noon before she hung up, and when I
went into the house to get something to eat. I heard noises in the
den, and I looked in and found Mom, Dad, and Amy sitting around the
coffee table talking to what appeared to be, a young girl. 
Dad saw me standing there, and said, "Come on in, son, I was about to
call you."
When I entered the room, the girl stood up and looked at me. There was
something familiar about her, but I couldn't place her until she said,
"Hello Peter." 
It was no high school girl, it was Gail Adams, the lawyer from Mister
Martin's office. The other time I met her was in Amy's office. She was
wearing a tailored business suit then, and her hair was pulled back.
This time she was wearing slacks, her medium length hair was lying in
soft waves that framed a very pretty face, and she had on a frilly
white blouse. It was only open to the second button, but like last
time, I could tell there was plenty under it. 
I said, "Hello Miss Adams, it's nice to see you again."
She replied "It's nice to see you too, Peter," and she stuck out her
hand.
He grip was strong, and her blue-gray eyes never wavered until I
relaxed my handshake. As pretty as she is, there was something
forceful about her. I thought to myself that she could be daunting in
a courtroom. 
Surprised at the gathering, I commented, "Does anyone here, know that
it's Sunday?" 
It was Dad who answered, "Yeah, we all know what day it is, but
something has happened, and it concerns you. Amy, do you want to tell
him what's going on?"
Amy started with, "Pete, do you remember when I told you that
Solotronics had said that they wanted you to be a part of their Ad
campaign?"
"Yes, I remember you telling me about it that time at your office."
"When I went to work this morning, there were several urgent-sounding
messages on the answering machine. They want to meet with us. The odd
thing is, they want to do it tomorrow afternoon, and they want you to
be there. Are you sure you don't know anyone from that company?"
"No, I seem to remember seeing their name somewhere, but I don't
remember where, and I don't remember anyone telling me that they
worked there."
"Well, I thought this could be very important, so I called Miss Adams.
She agreed, and she came here this morning to talk about it."
Amy nodded to Miss Adams, and she looked serious when she said, "I
looked into them a while ago. Solotronics is a large electronics
company based in China. They manufacture and supply parts to customers
all over the world. But I can't seem to find a connection that would
tie them to you. I was hoping you might be able to shed some light on
the subject."
"Gee, I wish I could."
"Hmm. Something is very odd about this. This could be a huge contract,
and they seem to be set on you being their spokesperson. You are a
handsome young man, but Amy tells me you have no modeling experience.
How do they even know about you?"
"I'm sorry Ms. Adams, I have no idea."
"Well, there's even more. This could be a big deal, and large
companies like theirs don't call people on a Saturday night and leave
messages. There are negotiations first. Typically, their people meet
with agents to set ground rules before there is ever a meeting with
the principles. But Amy says she never even heard from them until now.
Someone is pushing hard for this, and I don't know who. I'll try to
reach someone in the morning and see what I can find out."
Just then, the house phone rang. Mom said, "That's probably Myrna
Devon," and she headed for the phone. 
A few seconds later my cell phone also rang, so I got up and went to
the living room to answer it. It was Marla, and her voice was
surprisingly subdued when she said, "Hi, it's me."
I answered, "Hi, are you having a good time?"
"Yeah, umm, Tammy and Monique are both terrific, and this area is
beautiful. The store is almost ready, and I may have even found a
place to stay."
"Oh, that's uhh, great. When are you going to move?"
"The store should be ready in about three weeks, but I'll be spending
a lot of time down here, interviewing people."
"Are you coming back today?"
"Yes, we're going to have some lunch, and we should be back around
four."
I was thinking about what happened with Erin and Kelly last night, and
I stuck my head back into the den and asked Amy if she was going to be
around at four o'clock, and when she nodded, I said to Marla, "Could
you stop by here on the way in?"
"Why, do you miss me?"
"Yes, but this isn't about that. I'd like you stop by here before you
go home."
"Why, is something wrong?"
"Nothing to worry about, I'll tell you about it when you get here."
She said she would, so I went back to the living room. Everyone was
huddled together, talking earnestly, but I was hungry, so I excused
myself and went in to make something to eat. I was getting a bowl out
to scramble some eggs when Erin came in, flopped into a chair, and sat
looking at the floor. 
I asked, "Do you want some eggs?" She nodded, so I grabbed a couple
more. I was standing at the sink, whipping them with a fork, when she
came up behind me and put her arms around me. I waited for a while
until, in a small voice, she said, "Are you mad at me?"
"No, I'm not mad at you, I love you."
"I umm, saw Mom go to your room this morning."
	"Don't worry, I didn't say anything. But she knows something
happened, and she'll probably ask you about it. What you tell her is
up to you. Just remember that she loves you."
"I will big brother. Thanks."
"But I'm still a little upset about the Marijuana."
She was quiet for a minute, then, "I bet you've smoked pot."
"Not that much. Besides, I'm a guy, sis. No-one is going to take
advantage of me."
"I know. From now on I'll be careful."
I turned around and held her to me for a while, then I asked, "Umm,
Sis, what about the sex thing? Are you still curious?"
She answered immediately, "Don't worry, Petey, last night wasn't any
fun. There's plenty of time for that. I promise I'll talk with you or
Amy before I do anything dumb again."
I know that right then she meant it, but I wasn't convinced. I suspect
she would do whatever she thought she could handle, and knowing her,
she probably thought she could handle almost anything.

After we ate, I stuck my head back into the den. It was empty but I
could hear Amy talking on the phone in her room, so I went there. She
stopped talking, covered the mouthpiece with her hand and looked up at
me. I said, "When you finish, can you come to my room?" 
She nodded, and I went out to my place and sat down. Thoughts of
Sylvia, and how much I missed her, started running through my head, so
I stripped off my shirt and got onto the exercise machine to try to
keep my mind busy. I had a pretty good sweat going when Amy tapped on
my door. I let her in then I went into the bathroom to towel off and
put my shirt back on. When I came out Amy was on the machine and she
was working hard at it. I had the resistance set at high medium, and
she hadn't reset it. She was wearing an old pair of tattered jeans and
a tube top, and I watched in amazement as she did rep after rep. I
hadn't noticed recently how flat her stomach had become or how defined
her muscles were, and when she finally stopped and sat there panting,
I commented, "Wow! Have you been working out?"
"Yeah, there a Gym next to the office, and I go there every day."
I said, "Do me a favor. Stand up for a minute."
She raised an eyebrow at me, but she got off the machine and stood
next to it. She always had nice breasts, but they looked even bigger
and more upright than I remembered, and now that she was standing, her
stomach actually had the beginning of a six-pack. 
I said, "Turn around." 
She frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"
"I'm looking at you. Now quit being a dork, and turn around."
Reluctantly, she turned her back to me. She's always had a cute butt,
but it looked even better. As a matter of fact, in those tight jeans,
it looked fantastic. 
I said, "Please turn around." And when she did, I added, "Amy, you are
really beautiful. Why don't you have a boyfriend?"
She stared intently at me before she answered, "Would you like me to
have one?"
I surprised myself by answering, "No, not really."
"Why not?"
"I uhh, guess I'd be jealous."
She made a face, shook her head and said, "That's what I figured.
Well, don't worry, I'm too busy for a boyfriend right now. So, what's
up?"
"Marla just called, and I asked her to stop by on the way home. I
think we should tell her what happened with Kelly last night?"
"I agree. Kelly could use a big sister right now. And while we're
talking about Marla, have you thought about how you want to deal with
her?"
"What do you mean by 'Deal with her'?"
"Are you going to continue to date her?"
I stared at her for a minute, before I asked, "Okay Amy, what's going
on?"
"I just got off the phone with Tammy. We both agree that you need to
make a decision quickly."
"Why, what's the hurry?"
Amy put her hand on my arm and said, "Pete, I don't know where you got
the idea, but you did a great thing for Marla by inventing that new
identity for her, it changed her life. But she's pretty vulnerable
right now, and she thinks she's in love with you."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Yes it is. Are you in love with her?
I sighed, "No, I guess not."
"Then turn her loose. Let her down easy, tell her that you are too
young or something, and that she should concentrate on her career."
Something in her eyes made me ask, "Okay, tell me why."
"Tammy tells me that the guy who owns the contracting company who's
building the store in La Jolla has flipped over her, and he keeps
asking her out. I think that she kind-of likes him too, but she won't
go out with him because of you."
"So, you want me to let her go so she can go out with other guys?"
"Yes."
"But I like her. I like her a lot!"
"I'm sure you do, but you're only seventeen. She's almost twenty, and
thanks to you she's looking at the world a whole new way. Unless you
love her and want to be with her and no-one else, it's not fair to tie
her down. Let her go. Let her spread her wings."
"I suppose you're right."
She added, "Of course I am," and she was still talking when my phone
rang. She stopped and nodded toward it, so I picked it up. It was a
marketing person, and as I hung up on him I glanced at my phone. It
was the store-brand, combination phone/answering machine I bought at
Burgers, and something on the base caught my eye. I lifted it to get a
better look, and saw "Solotronics" stamped into the bottom edge. Amy
saw me staring at it, and when she saw it too, she asked, "Does this
mean something to you?"
I answered, "I'm not sure," but I was thinking of Nell Burger. Could
she be behind what was happening with the meeting tomorrow?
I said to Amy, "Hang on, I want to make a call," and I hit the speaker
button on the phone and dialed Nell's number. Her machine answered
with, "This is Nell, leave a message," so I left a message for her to
call me. 
Amy looked at me and asked, "Who was that?"
"It was Nell Burger, she uhh, owns Burger Electronics."
"How do you know her?"
"I met her in Las Vegas, and we got together once in her house here in
LA."
Her eyes got big and she said, "You went to Nell Burger's house! Was
there like, a party or something?"
"No, there was just she and I."
Amy raised an eyebrow and fired, "Did you sleep with her?"
"I uhh, guess so."
"YOU SLEPT WITH NELL BURGER!"
"Uh huh."
She began pacing the floor and shaking her head, then she said, "I've
read about her. Isn't she married to a cousin or something?"
"Yeah, but I think it's a convenience thing. He seems like kind of a
dork." 
"You met him?"
"Uh huh."
"Does he know that you, uhh?"
When I shrugged, she went on, "She's supposed to be extremely
intelligent, but the newspapers are always hinting about her, uhh,
adventures. But what does she have to do with Solotronics?" 
"I don't know."
"I have to talk to Gail Adams about this." 
She was headed for the door, but she stopped when the phone rang. I
hit the speaker button again, and when I said hello, Nell said, "It's
about time you called."
"I called before, but you're never home."
"Yeah, I've been on the road a lot. I'm actually in Chicago right
now."
"You called back quickly."
"You have my private line. It rings through to my cell, but I was
busy."
I joked, "New boyfriend keeping you busy?"
She laughed, "Ha! No, I was in the bathroom, touching myself and
thinking about you." 
I glanced over at Amy when she said it. She was frowning when I said,
"Yeah, I'll bet you were. Hey, I gotta ask you something. What do you
know about Solotronics?"
"So they contacted you?"
"Yeah, what's that all about?" 
"I'll be back in town Wednesday evening. Come on over. I'll fix dinner
and I'll tell you all about it. In the meantime, just show up and do
what they ask. But do me a favor. I'd like you to call me every night
and tell me what's happening."
"Uhh, okay, but why did they pick me?"
"Maybe it was because of that luscious, big cock of yours."
"C'mon Nell, I'm serious."
"I am too. I'm lying on the bed, naked, thinking about it right now."
"Nell! Cut the crap and tell me what's going on."
"I'll tell you all about it on Wednesday. Now let me go, I need to go
get a towel. I want to finish what I started in the bathroom, and I
don't want to get the bedspread all sticky."
She was laughing as she hung up and when I looked at Amy, she had an
eyebrow raised, but she was grinning when she said, "Wow, she sounds
like quite a woman."
"Yeah, she's uhh, different all right."
The smile was gone when she said, "Something is going on though. I
have to get hold of Gail and talk to her."
When she got to the door she stepped through it, then she stopped and
turned. The smile was back when she said, "Luscious big cock eh?"
She pulled it closed just as I threw a pillow at her.

The minute the room was quiet I thought of Sylvia, and my stomach
began to hurt, so I hit the exorcise machine for a while. Then I
sighed and opened my science textbook. It's always been a favorite
subject of mine, but it seemed to be getting a little ahead of me, so
I spent a while catching up on things. It was almost five when Marla
tapped on my door, and when I let her in she rushed to me and hugged
me, but when I tried to kiss her she seemed reluctant. So, as gently
as I could, I said, "Okay, tell me what's going on."
Her eyes were brimming when she looked up at me and said, "Pete, do
you love me?"
I stroked her head for a few seconds before I answered, "Yes, I do.
But it's probably not the way you want me to."
"That's what I was afraid of, what does that mean?"
"You're a beautiful girl, and you have a career now. You need to
concentrate on that."
"You've been talking with Tammy, haven't you?"
"Why, is that what she said?"
The tears were real now, and she stammered, "Yes, but she doesn't know
how I really feel about you, and she has no right to interfere."
I pulled her head to my chest, and said, "Shhh, I know. But she's a
good friend, and she doesn't want us to make a mistake. She knows your
potential, and she knows that you deserve more than a high school
kid."
"Oh Pete, you're so much more than just a high-school kid. Because of
you, my whole life has changed, and you have never asked for anything
in return. How can I thank you for what you've done?"
"Well, you can kiss me."
The kiss was wonderful. She pressed herself tightly against me, and
although I tried not to, by the time she pulled away I was hard as a
rock. She obviously felt it, and she reached down and began rubbing
me. But we were interrupted by a knock on my door. Marla jumped back,
and I was 'arraigning' myself, when the door opened and Amy stepped
in. She opened her mouth to say something, then she looked at Marla as
she was wiping her eyes. She hesitated a second before she said, "Hi
Marla, has Pete said anything yet?"
"About what?"
Amy looked at me and I said, "Why don't you tell her." 
Amy started at the beginning and went through what happened last
night. 
When it was over, Marla had a resigned look on her face when she said,
"Well, I suppose something like this was bound to happen. It's great
that you guys were here. This is my fault. I spend all that time at
the clinic, and I should have spent more time with her, warning about
this kind of thing. I, umm, haven't been much of a sister to her, have
I?"
Amy replied, "She's a strong-willed girl, but its not too late to give
her a bit of guidance."
Marla stared off in the distance for a while before she said, "God, I
hate to think of what could have happened to her. It reminds me of --" 
Amy glanced at me before she surprised me by saying, "And it wasn't
her, umm, first time."
I said, "AMY!"
Amy looked at me and said, "Pete, if she talks to Kelly it's going to
come out anyway, and it should come from you first. Tell Marla what
happened."
I asked, "How do you know what happened?"
"Erin told me."
Marla didn't look around, she just said, "If its about her and Pete, I
know about it. I'm the one who sent her to Pete's room."
Wide-eyed, Amy said, "You sent her there to have sex with Pete?"
"Yes. I knew how curious she was, and I thought she would learn enough
to stop something like last night from happening. I wanted her first
time to be with someone gentle and careful. Besides, he didn't know it
was her."
"Erin didn't tell me everything. Who did he think it was?"
"He thought it was me."
"I don't understand. Were you having sex with him?"
"Not yet. I wasn't in love with him then."
"How did you know he was the right one?"
"I could tell. I saw what he did for me and how he treated me."
I broke in with, "Didn't Kelly tell you that we didn't have sex?"
"Yes, but I knew better. It was obvious what happened when she came
home."
Amy shook her head and said, "Well, this is not what I expected."
Everyone was quiet for a minute, then Marla went to Amy and said,
"Amy, I really appreciate what you and Pete did for her. I'll talk to
her when I get home." 
Amy said, "You're not going to be too hard on her are you? I think she
learned a lesson last night." 
"Kelly is my sister. I love her, and I know how to handle this. But
this has been a busy weekend. I have a lot to do and I need to talk to
Pete for a while. Do you mind?"
Amy replied, "Of course not," and she left. As Marla watched her head
to the front house, she said, "Wow!"
I asked, "What's the matter?"
	"I know she's smart and that she's a good person, but I forgot
how beautiful she is."
She came to me, put her arms around my neck and looked at me for a
minute before she said, "What are we gonna do about us?"
"I want to say that we should jump in bed together and forget about
making decisions. But I won't. What you should do is, go play with
people your own age. I hear that there's a guy in La Jolla who follows
you around with his tongue hanging out."
She grinned, "Yes, and he's cute, too. Are you jealous?"
"Yes I am, but I'm also going to give my friend Jay your number. Jay
is loaded, and from what I hear, so is the guy in La Jolla. These are
the kind of men you should be hanging with."
"Not some dumb high-school kid, eh?"
"Right."
"Even though the high-school kid gets me wet whenever I stand close to
him?"
I was trying to think of an answer when mom's voice came over the
intercom, saying that dinner was ready. 
Marla looked at her watch and cried, "Damn! I gotta go too. I have to
unpack, do some washing and get ready for tomorrow. I have to be at
the Beverly Hills store when they open in the morning."
We kissed again and she started to leave, but when she got to the door
she turned and said, "I'm not finished with you yet."
I said, "Good," and she closed the door behind her.

After dinner, everyone sat around the table and talked for a while.
Mom kept glancing at Erin, but Erin seemed like her old self, and
started telling about something funny that happened on the set last
week. After that, we watched TV for a while, and I found myself
drowsing, so I excused myself and went to bed.

I went to sleep quickly, so I don't know what time it was when someone
slipped into bed beside me. 

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