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Chapter 4



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 4 of 57
Universe: The Pact
Summary: With Amy providing a feminine conscience, the boys clean up their
act somewhat and employ new recruiting methods -- at a new place.
Content: nosex mc

Chapter 4

	"Randy?"  Bernice, who was hiding from Tyrone Baker, eyed her cell
phone, thinking, 'What the fuck?'  Randy hadn't been pleased with her
yesterday...

	"Look, I need to talk to you -- about Miriam.  You busy?"

	"No, but..."  Bernice thought furiously; Tyrone had been stalking her
off and on all day.  "I need help.  Can you take me home?"

	Randy frowned.  "What's the problem?"

	"Tyrone," Bernice related.  "He's... stalking me."

	"I thought you and Tyrone were..."

	"It's not like that," Bernice replied.  "He's... trouble.  Toby
thinks..."

	"What?"

	"You'll think it's stupid..."

	"Not if Toby has an opinion."

	"He thinks Tyrone can hypnotize girls.  Maybe not all girls -- but
I'm... susceptible."

	Randy rolled his eyes.  'Why is THAT a surprise?' he wondered to
himself sarcastically.  "What do you want me to do?"

	"Can you, like, pick me up off the patio?  I'm hiding by the caf..."

	"Five minutes."

	"Look, if I'm not there..."

	"What?"

	"I need help."

	Randy frowned, perplexed.  "You're serious?"

	"Please!"

	"Five minutes."  Randy took off at a run for the gym.

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	"Toby!"

	"Randy?"

	"Yeah, hey," Randy puffed.  "Bernice called -- well, I called her,
but...  She says Tyrone Baker is stalking her -- and something about
hypnosis..."  He panted for a moment, then added, "What the fuck?"

	Toby frowned.  "It's... hard to explain, but, yeah, he's doing
something to her.  She was acting weird the other day and I dragged her off
to a friend who does hypnosis -- and Tyrone did something that put her head
on backwards.  We tried to undo it and made some headway, but she's still
kind of fucked up -- and if Tyrone gets her alone, he'll probably fuck her
over some more."  It was a fine mix of the truth and lies, but the best he
could do...

	"So..."

	"Well, she's not nearly the slut she thinks she is, for one thing,"
Toby told him.  "We think whatever Tyrone did initially happened at the gang
bang after your trip to the campsite with Miriam..."

	Randy blinked.  He felt some responsibility for that incident;
Bernice had apparently volunteered for her piece with Marcel, but Toby was
saying that the aftermath wasn't a case of Bernice just being loose...

	"She asked me to pick her up and take her home so Tyrone couldn't get
to her..."

	"It would be a favor to me as well as Bernice if you would do that,"
Toby declared.

	"Yeah, okay.  I'm on it."  Randy found himself trotting back to the
parking lot.  "Got to get in better shape," he puffed under his breath.

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	Bernice was around somewhere -- Tyrone could almost smell her.  But
she was hiding; what was up with that?  Tyrone's bitches didn't hide from him
-- they couldn't, once they were his!  Bernice, though, seemed to be fighting
it...  Tyrone rounded the corner of the building housing the cafeteria, his
gaze sweeping from left to right.

	A white van came rumbling up to the edge of the patio -- and Bernice
broke from the cover of the overhang and ran for it!  "Bernice!"

	"Hi, Tyrone!"  Bernice threw open the van door.

	"Wait!"

	"Bye, Tyrone!"  Bernice slammed the door, bumped the driver, and the
van pulled off.

	"What the fuck?"  Tyrone stood there, scratching his head...

	Randy flicked a glance at Bernice, "You're serious!"

	"Uh huh!"  Bernice's eyes were showing whites all around the iris.

	"Toby said you were."

	"Toby and Amy say he's doing something -- might be drugs...  Some
stuff he can put on his hands that you absorb through the skin that makes you
easy to hypnotize..."  Bernice shuddered.  "All I know is that if he comes
after me like that and he touches me, I do things -- and I don't know why..."

	"Is it just you?"

	"No.  You know Otis White, right?"

	"Yeah."  Otis was unholy popular with a couple of known sluts...

	"Tyrone is his... I dunno... procurer?  The other day Tyrone picked
me up and took me to Otis -- and Toby and Amy say they both put...
suggestions... in my head.  But I could resist Otis, off and on..."  Bernice
looked at her hands.  "I'm sure you know a couple of Otis' girls -- and what
they do.  I was supposed to be in the stable -- but I went to Toby and Amy
and they... helped, somehow."

	"Okay."  Randy had seen plenty of how Toby handled girls -- and
women, for that matter.  This wasn't that unbelievable.  "Where am I going?"

	"Patterson," Bernice replied, "It's off Bridge Street."

	There was silence between them until they pulled up in front of
Bernice's house.  "What did you want?" Bernice asked.

	"It's about Miriam," Randy said.  "Does she understand?  I've been
told that she's holding out for something -- but that isn't what I got from
you.  I thought maybe you could call her..."

	Bernice grimaced.  "I feel like I'm sticking a needle in her..."

	"I need to know.  I've been told I have to do something or it will
just drag on..."

	'Shit.  I owe him.'  "All right."

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	"Miriam?"

	"Bernice?"  'Again?'  Miriam stared at her phone.  'I don't need
this...'

	"I'm sorry, but about that talk we had..."

	"What about it?" Pain made Miriam waspish.

	"Did you guys break up?  I was just trying to help..."

	Miriam sighed.  "And you did, I'm sure -- but I don't have to like
it.  No, we're not done, although someone else came to me today to tell me
basically what you did."

	"What are you going to do?"

	"Nothing."

	"Nothing?"

	"All I can do is wait," Miriam related.  "Bernice, I know you don't
understand this, but I made a commitment to Randy -- and I can't break it.
All I can do is wait and see if he does."

	"What if he just... avoids you?" Bernice asked, eyeing Randy.  The
phone was on speaker, so he was silent.

	"Then I have to continue to pretend..." Miriam muttered.  "You're
sure aren't you?"

	"Yeah.  I know he feels like he owes you and he isn't happy about it,
but I'm pretty sure he's made up his mind."  Bernice, sympathetic, watched
Randy rub his face.

	"It's been brewing," Miriam sighed, "and things happened Friday night
that leave me... unsurprised.  But I put myself in his hands in a way that I
can't just take back -- it's an honor thing.  I have to wait for him to tell
me to go away..."

	"Why don't you just, you know, tell him it's over?  He doesn't own
you!"

	"Yes, he does, Bernice," Miriam replied.  "I gave myself to him --
willingly.  But because I did, I can't take me back.  I'm property -- his
property -- until he gives me away."

	"But you're NOT property!" Bernice retorted.  "You know that!"

	"Bernice, if I walk away, then I lied.  Everything that happened
between us was a lie.  I told him I was his, but I held a piece out for me.
As bad as things are, I couldn't live with myself if I turned what we had
into a lie!" Miriam explained tiredly.  "If I do that, I ruin it ALL -- and
I'll have nothing to remember but shame!"

	"Well," Bernice flicked a glance at Randy, "He lied..."

	"No, he got in over his head," Miriam sucked in a breath and let it
out.  "He was trying something out -- and I did everything he could ever
want.  But it didn't work for him -- and it does for me -- and that's not his
fault."  She paused.  "Did you think about what I said to you?"

	"About... inheriting him?"  Bernice eyed Randy.  Was this going to
help or hurt?

	"Yes."

	"He doesn't want me."

	"Do you want him?"

	'This is AWFUL!'  "Maybe."  Bernice couldn't look at Randy.

	"Make him an offer, once we're done.  He needs someone who
understands that he's the man -- and he's a helluva man; I know you know
that..."

	"Yeah."

	"Look, I gotta go..."  Miriam's throat was closing.

	"Sure.  Bye!"  Bernice hung up.  There was NO WAY she could look at
Randy.  "Does it make sense -- what she says?  About you having to..."

	"Yeah."  Randy's croak cut her off.  "Thanks."

	"Sure."  Bernice grabbed the door handle.  "Thanks for rescuing me."
She got out.

	"No problem."  Randy pulled away as soon as the door was closed.
"This just SUCKS!" he muttered to himself.

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	Meal planning had become complicated at the Flanders home.  "Mom,
what are we doing for dinner?" Rick asked Jean via telephone.

	"I'm making dinner at Martin's," Jean replied.  She'd been trying to
stabilize things that way -- a couple of dinners a week and some quality time
over the weekend...  She and Martin had spent Saturday together from tennis
and swimming in the early afternoon through dinner and on into Sunday
morning; she'd left his place to go to the second gathering over moving the
clubhouse.

	"Can I do dinner at Teela's?"

	"Who's cooking?"

	"Mrs. Ho.  It's her day off from the restaurant -- which means she's
in with Poppa Frank..." Rick related.

	"Oh, okay."  Jiang Yi would cook something decent.  "Go ahead, then.
I think I'll call Martin and see who will be at the table..."  Jean suddenly
realized that Hank might have found an alternate site to consume dinner,
too...

	"Martin?"

	"Hello, Jean.  Is there a problem?"

	"No, but Rick is going to Teela's, so I thought I'd better check on
Hank," Jean replied.

	"He's upstairs -- with Maddie," Martin related.  "One moment."  He
went up the stairs and down the hall to Hank's room and knocked on the door.
"Hank?"

	There was a quiet feminine shriek, followed by a careful, "Yes, Dad?"

	"Jean wants to know if you'll be present for supper."

	There was a murmured conference, then:  "Can Maddie stay?"

	Martin relayed this; Jean replied, "I don't see why not, since we'll
have the meal planned for Rick..."

                       ----------------------------------

	So Rick had dinner with Teela and Sonya -- and, by extension, Jiang
Yi and Poppa Frank.  Jean cooked for Martin and Hank -- and Maddie.  And they
all had salmon, prepared one way or another -- even though they were unaware
of the coincidence.  Afterward, Hank reluctantly delivered Maddie home to the
Reyes residence and Rick went home to an empty house -- because Jean and
Jiang Yi both stayed the night with their men.

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	Louise spent the day making calls -- to Candace, to arrange for the
playroom, to Rico and Luis, to arrange for the other players in her grand
scene, and to Toby, finally, to ensure that when her big revenge scene went
down it was videoed from all angles.  Toby promised that it would be handled
and contacted Randy for transport -- and other subjects came up.  "So, about
Bernice..."

	"I took her home," Randy related.  "She's scared shitless of Tyrone,
apparently."

	"Was he there?"

	"Yeah."

	Toby flicked a glance at Amy, who was home with him, and clasped
hands, <Tyrone is getting to be a problem.>  Amy's agreement filtered back
across the link.  "This isn't good," he said for Randy's benefit.

	"She told me some crazy shit about possible drugs and hypnosis and
Tyrone and Otis White messing with her head..."

	Toby flicked a glance at Amy and replied, "We're not sure how it was
done, but Bernice came to me acting weird and Amy noticed.  Her mom used to
be a hypnotherapist or something and she recognized the signs."  They would
have to fix all this next time they saw Randy by expunging the lies and just
leaving the belief...  "Anyway, Bernice's head was definitely screwed with.
We undid some things -- but now she's leery of Tyrone -- and since he knows
it, we have a problem."

	"What are you gonna do?" Randy asked.

	"We can't accuse him of much because the evidence is all subjective
-- he would just cover himself.  But we need to protect Bernice."  Toby
paused.  "I don't suppose..."

	"Why is everybody shoving Bernice at me?" Randy growled.

	"What?" Toby blinked.

	"I dunno.  I fucked up Friday night and did Bernice in front of
Miriam.  Of course, there's more to it -- I was trying to keep Miriam busy so
I could avoid her..."

	Toby grunted.  "That's over, then?"

	Randy sighed.  "It will be, when I grow the balls to tell her.
Miriam has this honor thing that won't let her walk, even though she knows
already."

	"Yeah, I get that," Toby nodded.  He read Miriam like a book -- just
as he did ALMOST every other female in sight...

	"I didn't, but I do now," Randy sighed.  "Miriam's been telling
Bernice that when it happens, she ought to move in.  Now..."

	"I get it," Toby replied.  "Well, it's not a conspiracy -- or it's
not the same one, anyway.  If you don't like her..."

	"It's not that," Randy sighed.  "I'm probably just being a big baby.
You know I don't like being pushed."

	"Okay, well, I'm not pushing," Toby replied.  "It just seemed
convenient -- but I'll see if I can find someone else..."

	"Nah, fuck it.  We're all tied up, anyway.  What should I do?"

	"Keep an eye on her.  Help her hide from Tyrone.  If you're going to
break it off with Miriam, maybe you can cover her and hold Tyrone off by
pretending you're her boyfriend -- it doesn't have to be real, and if it
looks that way, everybody will probably get off your back.  You can shut it
off when we figure out how to stop Tyrone."

	"Okay.  The girlfriend scam is an idea but it might backfire."

	"What's the worst that could happen?" Toby chuckled.

	Randy chuckled back.  "It's not as if she isn't a good fuck...  What
happens if Tyrone gets to her?"

	"Call me.  Better yet, call Amy.  We'll try to hook up a rescue.  Got
Amy's number?"

	"Yeah."

	"Thanks, Man.  See you tomorrow."

	"Okay."

	Amy rolled her eyes.  <You guys and sex!>

	<Hey...> Toby shrugged.

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	Tuesday came a lot earlier than anticipated for some people -- around
three a.m., in fact.  Jean got up to pee, sliding out from under Martin's
burly arm.  They'd made love -- gentler love than was their wont, actually,
as both of them tended to attack the sex act with some urgency -- and fallen
asleep entwined.  The decision to abandon the relationship with Toby hadn't
come easy -- these things never did with her because her intellect was a
thinner layer over her emotions than she liked to think it was -- but the
decision was made and she was living comfortably with it -- which was more
than she could say for her suddenly upset stomach...  She sat for a moment on
the toilet while the cramp went away, then gathered paper to wipe -- and
gasped at the result!  "Martin!  Help!  I'm bleeding!"

	The flurry of early calls started with 911 and moved on to Rick, then
to Toby.  It was all over but the crying when Toby arrived at the hospital.
"Jean has miscarried," Martin related.

	"How?" Toby asked.

	"We don't know yet.  She didn't fall or anything."

	"This sucks!" Rick erupted.  Everyone present was in full agreement.
Granted, in a couple of days, everyone would realize that it was all actually
for the best, but this morning, the big issue was Jean's misery.  She'd been
committed to that child...

	Word spread like wildfire in the group; Beth and Louise visited Jean
while on shift after Martin and the boys were forced to leave for school.
"I'm sorry, Baby," Louise consoled.

	"Thanks," Jean sniffled.

	"So what happened?"

	"The doctor says he thinks it was the fact that I went straight from
the bench to pregnant -- and that maybe the pills I took in the interim
weren't a help," Jean related.

	"Can you do it again if you want?" Beth asked.

	"He thinks so."

	"Do you want to?" Louise asked gently.

	"Don't ask.  Not today."  Jean turned her head away.

	Louise muzzled any commentary about how fortuitous it really was --
and so did Beth.  So did Candace, for that matter, when she came in to relate
the counter-offer on the bed and breakfast.  "Ninety-five thousand."

	Somewhat glad to be able to think of something else, Jean offered,
"Why don't you tell them seventy-five then?"

	Candace grinned.  "I already did."  She turned to Louise.  "Is the
Big Show still on?"

	"Yes."

	"Good, because I'm going to want ONE of your boyfriends to look at
this place, at least!"

	"What's going on?" Jean asked.

	"Louise is going to get her pound of Fred's ass tonight," Candace
informed her.  "I'd bring you the video, but the hospital staff would
probably freak."

	Jean turned to Louise.  "You know, I REALLY don't understand."

	"Neither do I, sometimes," Louise sighed.  "He's ready, though --
he's bent the neck, or whatever.  We're gonna get it over with and try to
move on."

	"Why don't you just call it off?" Jean asked.

	"It would set a bad precedent," Louise replied.  "It would say I'm
soft in the heart or in the head -- or both.  No, it's better that we do it."
Jean just shook her head.

                       ----------------------------------

	Friday night was history -- and headed for ancient history.  Jasmine
had a fine memory of great sex with Isaiah, but she hadn't heard from him
since -- and Janice had less than that -- well, she'd had oral sex, but Mark
hadn't relieved her of her virginity, despite her request.  "Well, hey,"
Bernice commiserated, "I've been around a couple of times, and all I get is
gooey..."

	Donna, Misha, Anita -- and, in particular, Amy -- eyed the trio with
some sympathy.  Lightning had seemed to strike for Janice and Jasmine,
anyway...  "They took your cards, right?" Anita asked.

	"Well, not really," Jasmine admitted, looking uncomfortable.  "We
just kinda let each other know who we was..."  She slid a glance at Janice,
who shook her head.

	"I was stupid," Janice muttered, "I kind of balked at having sex.  I
went back on it, but..."

	"I'm sure you worry too much," Amy assured the pair -- but she
reached out mentally...

	Both of the boys were wondering why the girls hadn't come around.
Mark, in particular, wasn't a whole lot more confident than Janice.  Both
were under the impression that the girls were going to show them something in
the way of interest -- and, of course, it hadn't happened...

	Toby came over to hug Amy.  <Hey, what's up?  I thought they were
hooked up -- all but Bernice, anyway.>

	<They did, too -- but the guys haven't come around.  Mark and Isaiah
seem to be unsure whether they made an impression or not.>

	<No kidding?>  Toby released his girlfriend and walked off -- leaving
Jasmine wondering why they didn't even say anything to each other; he just
cuddled her for a second and left...

	"Hey, I thought you guys were hooked up?" Toby descended upon the
team table.

	"I did, too, but..." Isaiah rumbled.

	"But what?"

	"She hasn't, like, come around..."

	Toby shook his head.  "You know, they made the big leap Friday night.
You might want to, you know, let them know it worked out?"

	Mark blinked.  "They're waiting on us?"

	"Chicks do that..." Toby murmured.

	Tad snorted.  "You guys...  What have you done that makes them think
they did anything right?  They probably think they..."

	Clint elbowed him.  "Too much information..."

	"Yeah."  Tad flicked a glance at the cheerleaders' table.

	Ben grunted.  "You just reminded me of something."  He got up and
went over to the cheerleader's table.  "Gina?"

	"Ben?"

	"You should come over and sit with us, I think."

	"I'd be happy to!"  Monday, Bev and Cindy had made Gina's life Hell
-- and no obvious recognition had come in from the team.  Gina had been left
wondering if she hadn't gone through all that stuff Friday night for nothing!
She snatched up her tray and hurried to follow Ben, settling next to him and
smiling triumphantly for the benefit of her enemies -- but her eyes were wet.
"I was so worried..."

	"Sorry, Princess," Ben rubbed her back.  "I fucked up.  I'm not
domesticated or something."

	"It's okay..."

	Damian rolled his eyes, but Ben HAD fucked up -- they wanted to stick
it to those two cheerleader bitches constantly and he'd almost missed an
opportunity!  Given the venomous glares flashing across the gap between the
tables, though, it wasn't too late...  Turning around, he taunted, "Fuck up
and see if you don't get suspended AGAIN!"  Then he turned a warning glare on
Gina, who ducked her head but gripped Ben's hand tightly under the table.

	Mark and Isaiah exchanged glances and got up from the table...

	Tad looked around for a second and turned pink.  "I'm an idiot, too,
huh?"  He got up to follow Isaiah and Mark.  Chris and Mac shared a glance
and got up to follow.

	Terence eyed the table next door.  "Better drag that over here."
Pete Phifer and Bobby got up and merged the tables.

	Anita looked up and blinked.  "Incoming!"

	Jasmine turned around and rocked back to look up as Isaiah, hovering
over her, rumbled, "Y'all gonna come and watch practice?"

	Mark rolled his eyes, "That's boring, Man..."

	Isaiah thought about it, reddening a bit.  "Yeah, but it tells 'em
why we haven't done nothin' after school."  Isaiah might not be out of the
hole he'd dug for himself, but he was working on it, seriously.

	"You want me there?" Jasmine asked softly.

	Isaiah flicked a glance at Mark that transmitted some confusion and
grunted, "Well, yeah..."  'I asked her, didn't I?  Was that a trick
question?' he wondered.

	Mac addressed himself to Donna over Isaiah's shoulder, "Hey, y'all
sittin' over here talkin' about us?"

	Donna looked back and forth along the table and crossed her arms.
"Like dogs."

	"I figured," Mac chuckled.  "Gimme your tray and come sit where I can
keep an eye on you."

	"Or a hand," Donna muttered, "Or two."  But she was smiling as she
handed Mac her tray.

	Typically, Janice was afraid to turn around; she watched Jasmine out
of the corner of her eye, then was distracted by Anita and Misha, who got up
in response to Tad and Chris' hand signals.  'I'm going to be alone, here...'
She looked down at the table top.  Then a hand touched her shoulder --
causing her to jump about a foot!  "Oh!"

	"Seems like you jump a LOT!" a recently familiar voice murmured.
"Busy?"

	Janice contorted herself so that her wide, watery blue eyes locked on
Mark's soft brown ones.  "Uh, no..."

	"Where you been?" Jasmine asked Isaiah.

	"Stupidland," Isaiah, rumbled.  "I figured you were gonna come over
to our table and all I had to do was pat a seat beside me."

	"Next time, maybe," Jasmine muttered.

	"Yeah, well..."  Isaiah turned to Mark.  "What did Ben say?  'I ain't
domesticated yet.'"

	"Yeah, that was it," Mark agreed, his eyes on Janice.  He slid his
hand down her arm toward hers.  "Come on..."  Janice staggered up.

	"Shit," Bernice muttered.  The table was emptying.

	"You come, too," Isaiah rumbled.  "If nothin' else, it'll piss off
Bev and Cindy."  Tad snorted and nodded.  Amy followed, having already gotten
the high sign from Toby...

	Isaiah was right; Bev and Cindy were absolutely incensed!  They were
gone within five minutes...

	Conspicuously absent from this byplay was Miriam...

	Randy had stewed overnight and been worthless in class all morning.
Finally, he'd called Miriam.  "Meet me after school.  I'll pick you up from
the patio."

	Miriam had limited herself to "Yes, Randy."  There really wasn't
anything else to say...

	Tyrone was standing there when Randy pulled up and collected Miriam.
"Hey, Rain Man -- how many women you got, anyway?"

	"None of your business!" Randy replied shortly, pulling away.
Bernice was attached to the girls' group in the bleachers at the football
field -- largely due to Amy's influence.  She was perfectly safe there...

	Randy just drove for a while.  Finally, when the silence had
stretched to an impossible limit, he rumbled, "I fucked up."

	"No you didn't," Miriam replied tonelessly.

	"You don't deserve this."

	"Are you sure?  Who said you were supposed to meet MY expectations?"
Miriam shot back.  "What I got and what I thought I was getting were two
different things -- but they were close enough to one another that it wasn't
obvious for a while.  Mama says the first one always hurts -- but overall,
I'm pretty happy with it.  I have some incredible memories..."  Tears leaked
down her face.

	"Me, too."  Randy's voice shook -- and his eyes filled, too.  He
pulled off the road to park.  "You..."

	"I know.  It was just... fast..."  She squeezed his hand.

	"I don't want to, but we both know it's busted," he muttered, choked.
"It'll only get worse."

	"And that would ruin everything that was good about it," Miriam
agreed.

	"Okay."  Randy turned to her.  "You're not my Sweet Bitch any more.
You're A Sweet Bitch, but you're not mine."

	Miriam sucked in a long breath.  "Yes, Randy."

	"Frank came bugging me about you..."

	"Do you think he's the one?"

	"Doesn't matter what I think," Randy replied.  "But he seems to have
the attitude."

	"You should see Bernice," Miriam countered.

	"So I hear," Randy grunted.

	"She's sweet on you -- but she won't press.  I saw her the other
night, cuddling.  She can give you what you want -- and you can do the same
for her."

	"I'll think about it."

	"Take me home."

	"Sure."

	The next ten minutes were without speech -- which ended as Miriam
backed out of the van.  "Friends?"

	"You bet!"

	"Bye!"  Randy got out of there -- and didn't use his mirrors, not
wanting to watch her cry.

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	Amy and Toby sat on the bench, watching the team work out.  "What's
next?" Toby muttered.

	Amy put her hand over his.  <We need to neutralize Tyrone.>

	<Maybe we can use him,> Toby mused.

	<What for?>

	<Cindy and Bev?  Clint's mother?>

	Amy frowned.  <Are we in the vengeance business?>

	<Depends on who you ask...  Bev and Cindy are barracudas -- and
Tyrone and Otis are sharks.  It's a match made in Heaven.>

	<Or Hell!>

	<The Bitch has made Clint's life Hell since he can remember -- he
needs his day in the sun...>

	<Do you have a plan?>

	<Not yet.>

	<What about Bev and Cindy?>

	<What if we gave an initiation and nobody came?  Or nobody from the
team, at least...>

	<Tyrone and Otis?>

	<And Marcel and six of their best buddies...> Toby's smile showed his
teeth.

	<And that's it?>  She sensed that it wasn't.

	<No.  Tyrone and Otis keep them.  They'll have their highly visible
boyfriends...>

	<That's EVIL!>  But Amy was smiling.

	<Can you shut Tyrone off?> Toby asked.

	<I think so.  WE can, I bet.  Except for the smell thing.  He's
already confused over Bernice.  If it stops working, he'll give up trying,
eventually.>

	<Well, he can keep the smell thing -- we just need to stop the
brainwashing.>

	<When?>

	<Homecoming, at the absolute latest.  I think we need to have a
really, REALLY big party for Homecoming...>

	<And the Bitch?>

	<... Should be invited...> Toby smiled.

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	Several rows up the bleachers, cell phones were being handed around.
"Momma?" Janice bleated.

	"Janice?" Abigail eyed the clock; where had that girl gotten to?

	"Momma can I get a burger with my girlfriends?"

	Tom wasn't home...  "And who else?"

	"Him."

	"Is it just him?"

	"No, Momma."

	"I'll cover for you.  See to it that you come home with girls -- and
you're not TOO happy."

	"Yes, Momma!"

	Abigail sighed; it was starting already...

                       ----------------------------------

	Anita got the Third Degree, as usual -- but her mother could hear the
other girls in the background -- and approved the outing.  "Not too late --
it's a school night!" Leslie Shepherdson warned her daughter.

	"Yes, Mom!"  Anita rolled her eyes.  They had no place to go, anyway;
Donna had related pieces of her run-in with Mac's father -- nowhere NEAR all
of what went on -- and Anita and Tad weren't going to be taking THAT kind of
chances!

                       ----------------------------------

	The attendance slowly grew until it verged on being a team function
-- but it never quite slipped over the peak.  Hank asked Toby to hold the
fort as the guys started hitting the lockers, and after handing out a few
towels, he and Maddie headed home.  Amy hung out with the girls, but she and
Toby didn't plan to go to Wimpy's; they were going to Toby's.  Beth was
cooking for them -- and Robert.  Terence and Damian WERE going; Momma had let
Damian know that neither she nor Pop were expected home and that he should
take his big brother somewhere that he could stay busy for a while.

	Misha and Chris didn't go -- they went to Misha's.  Nobody was going
to get laid at Wimpy's, or afterward -- and Misha wanted hers, BAD!  She was
addicted -- and she didn't care who knew it!  Iris was already wondering if
she would succumb to the urge to attend the next little party the team put
on...

                       ----------------------------------

	At Carpenter's, Lon was hanging on the edge of the pool, having done
his laps.  Sally was squatting before him, nude.  Lon had attached some
little round bells to her lock and was playing with them, making them ring by
flicking them with a finger.  "Is this thing out of hand?" he asked Sally.
"Are WE out of hand?"

	"I don't think so," Sally replied.  Lon made demands of her -- abused
her, periodically.  But most of the time, they were just a couple -- as long
as she didn't cross certain lines -- and there was love there...

	"What about the group?" Lon asked.  "I started it, but..."  The thing
had morphed -- and more than once!

	"It's fine," Sally opined, then paused a moment before adding, "I
wish..."

	"What?"

	"You've burned your bridges," Sally said carefully.  "Toby was a
friend.  So was Rick."

	"They still are."

	"Not like they were.  You don't... participate.  I feel like I've
ruined something."

	"Rick doesn't either," Lon replied.  "It's turned into a football
thing."

	"Rick does more than you've seen," Sally replied.  "So has Teela.
They're usually at the parties when you send me -- and even when you don't."

	"What do you want?"

	"Just... don't throw it away.  Talk to Toby.  Maybe we should all go
out or something.  Toby has Amy now..."

	"Okay.  Do you like your bells?"

	Sally smiled down at him.  "Do you?"

	"Yes."

	"I love them."

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