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Chapter 16


      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 16 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: mF oral anal toys MM humil

Chapter 16

	After Janice and Abigail left, Amy went looking for Jean -- and found
her in the barn, looking at lamps.  "These four are all signed," Jean
muttered.  "They're Tiffany -- the real deal, I'm pretty sure."

	"My mom will know," Amy insisted.   "She had a shop.  We had to move,
and she had to sell it, but..."

	"I bet that was tough," Jean commiserated.

	"It was," Amy agreed.  "Now, she doesn't know about the group -- and
wouldn't want to..."

	"I understand."  'Sometimes I wish I knew nothing,' Jean added to
herself.  Of course, there was the up-side -- Martin, for instance.  The baby
was gone, and that hurt -- but it got rid of the last issue between them.
There were no more conflicts -- self-imposed, or otherwise.

	"Okay, let's pack it -- VERY carefully," Amy insisted.  The pair
gently disassembled the lamp -- as far as removing the shade, anyway -- and
put the parts in the back seat of Jean's car, the leaded glass shade further
buffered in a cardboard box.  Then they drove to Amy's.

	Amy made the introductions between Jean and her mother, Sharon, and
then Jean said, "If you have a moment, I have something I'd like your opinion
of."

	"Certainly," Sharon agreed.

	Jean and Amy went back out to the car and Amy gently collected the
lamp base while Jean carried the box containing the shade.  Sharon eyed the
blown metal base oddly, then approached the cardboard box.  Looking down at
the lead glass fish lamp shade made of Favrile glass and bronze, Sharon's
eyes popped.  "Sweetheart, please bring me the base..."  Sure enough, it was
signed and numbered...  Gingerly, she removed the shade from the box and
assembled the lamp; the shade was also clearly authentic.  "May I ask where
you found this?"

	"We bought a bed and breakfast on the edge of town and are converting
it into a small social club.  I found this in storage," Jean related.

	"I think...  I think this is very valuable," Sharon said quietly.

	"How valuable is 'very valuable?' Jean asked.

	"I need to verify this, but over one hundred thousand dollars, I
expect," Sharon said, her voice shaking.  "I think I saw where one of this
series sold at auction for one hundred twenty-eight thousand!  I'll be right
back!"  Sharon's composure deserted her and she RAN to a computer in the den!
A couple of minutes later, she returned with a printed article and a picture,
"It IS!  Look!"  She shoved the paper in Jean's hand, then eyed her.  "What
ELSE is in storage?"

	Jean pursed her lips.  "Um, three more of these?"

	"OMIGOD!"  Sharon's eyes popped.

	"I'm sure there are other items, too -- there are some tall, carved
headboards for relatively narrow beds...  Roll-top desks...  I really think
one could open a shop..."

	"You could open a shop with THIS!" Sharon croaked.  "Four of them,
carefully vended, could bring a half a million dollars!"

	"Wouldn't we have to be careful?" Jean asked.  "Wouldn't quantity
decrease the price?"

	"You have a point, but there are ways..." Sharon noted.  "If you sell
one publicly, then wait a bit and just let it slip that there might be
another...  You'll be under the eye of the collectors."

	"We need an expert -- someone who knows what we're dealing in.  A
partner..."

	"What would it cost me to buy in?" Sharon asked.

	"Well, we have a barn we would be remodeling extensively to create
the shop..."

	"When can I examine things?" Sharon asked.

	"I'll have to speak to the group," Jean replied, "and get something
in the way of a partnership agreement or something.  We haven't approached
anyone else -- Amy is a member, so your name came up."

	"I'd do, well, almost anything, to get in on the ground floor of
this," Sharon husked.

	"Give us a few days.  We'll be in touch via Amy," Jean promised.  She
began gently disassembling the lamp.

	"This could still be a very clever forgery," Sharon noted as she
assisted with the packing, "but I know a couple of good appraisers.  Here,
wait a minute -- we can't risk this."  The lamp left the building in bubble
wrap, packed very carefully.

	Outside, Amy called Toby.  "My mother looked at one of those lamps
and grew long fangs," she announced.  "We may need secrecy."

	"How valuable can it be?" Toby replied dismissively.

	"Would you believe a hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars?"

	"I'm on my way!"

	And that's how Toby got his introduction to the Winston family...
The secret was too much for Sharon to keep to herself; they barely stopped
the word from spreading like wildfire!  But they got things -- and Sharon --
under control.

	This presented another good reason for Toby to work on security and
surveillance systems.  He hunted down an electronics firm and pulled ten
thousand from various accounts so that he wouldn't have to work on it alone,
figuring that if the lamps were real, they were safeguarding at least fifty
times that amount.  People stacking and moving things in the barn were
enjoined to be careful -- without always being told EXACTLY why.  The value
of the merchandise was a closely held secret.

	But that didn't happen until Monday...

	Monday morning, Wanda was workin' it, going to school in a jean skirt
that just missed flaunting the dress code, an empire-waisted blouse with a
scoop neck that displayed a LOT of cleavage, wedgie sandals that did nice
things for her legs, an ankle bracelet, and a big smile.

	"Holy shit!" Pete Franklin muttered, "Miss Piggy..."

	"Miss Piggy has big hooters and nice legs, and I seem to remember
SOMEBODY saying she had a nice pussy!" Ray chuckled, adding, "Somebody who
owes her a couple of dates!"

	"Yeah," Pete said faintly, "I have to take it easy on her -- she IS
kind of sweet."

	"Yeah, you really ought to, since you're taking her out two or three
times over the next couple of weeks," Chuck rubbed it in.

	At lunch, Wanda showed up at the team table -- not to stay, but long
enough to lean over it and say to Pete, "I want to thank you for a wonderful
time Friday night!"

	"Uh, sure!" Pete gulped, trying to lift his eyes out of her exposed
cleavage to make eye contact.

	"My sister FREAKED over us making out in the car!  It was such a
hoot!" Wanda continued.  Pete blushed and flicked a glance at Chuck, who he
could tell was sharpening his fangs.  "Too bad you guys couldn't do something
for her and Gina's sister Bethany before they both turn into lesbians..."
Then she looked around a bit before asking, "Do you know when we're..."

	"No," Pete cut it off.  "We'll have to arrange something -- maybe a
movie, or a visit to the arcade and burgers.  I'll... talk to the guys."

	"Okay," Wanda replied, airily.  "I'm in no hurry.  I don't want it to
end right away."  She turned and swayed off.

	"Shut up!" Pete said, eyeing Chuck sidelong, "Don't even start!"

	"You made out with Wicked Wanda in her driveway?  Her sister caught
you?" Chuck announced at a hundred decibels.  "Hey, was that a hickey on her
neck?"

	"Awwww, FUUUCK!" Pete howled.  Everybody laughed.

	"Gina," Amy asked in an aside, "What's up with Bethany?"

	"Julio Vasquez," Gina replied.  "Bethany was one of his little
conquests.  He is SUCH an asshole!"

	"Terence punched him out on Saturday!" Bonita related.  "Julio said
some bad things about women -- about me -- and Terence lost his temper, and
POW!"

	"There are a lot of girls out there that would like to have seen
video of THAT!" Gina noted.  "Don't crow too loud -- some of them might start
hanging around Terence!"  Bonita's eyes popped at that...

	Amy pulled Gina aside after lunch.  "We have a plan for Cindy and
Bev.  It's... pretty bad.  Are you sure you want to play?"

	"Tell me," Gina said softly.

	"We figured that if you told them that we drew nasty slogans on you
with magic marker and took pictures -- you know, 'cum dumpster' and 'slut for
black cock' -- stuff like that -- that they might roll over and go for an
initiation.  So we would blindfold them and get them naked -- and give them
to Tyrone Baker and Otis White and a half-dozen of their buddies, instead.
And if we're lucky, we might get it on video..."

	"Oh my God!" Gina chortled.  "What if it takes?"

	"Yeah..." Amy grinned back.

	"Look, if you do something like that, don't do Mary," Gina requested.

	"Mary?"

	"Mary Vargas.  She doesn't deserve it -- and I think she likes Ray,"
Gina related.  "She's a little chicken about it, though."

	"Okay.  Will you play?  I know it's rough, but..." Amy asked.

	"Yeah, I'm in."

	"Be real reluctant -- but we would like to do it Friday night.  In
particular, we all want to be somewhere else, if you know what I mean..."

	"Yeah, cool."  Gina nodded.  "Too bad you couldn't screw that asshole
Vasquez!"

	"Well, he's made himself a target...  Give us a little time."

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

	Nicky Mangia was hiding from Vince -- and it all came back to
breakfast at his house way back on Saturday morning...

	Nicky's mother Myra came out in a slinky-looking nightie and robe
combo and started cooking up eggs and stuff, asking Vince if he had a good
time and so on -- and when she turned around to serve, she looked over at
Nicky and said, "Your father was a top, you know."

	"Wh-what?" Nicky gasped.

	"I see that you know what one is.  Vince is a top, clearly.  He gave
you a pretty good ride last night, didn't he?"

	"Uh...  Mama?  What are you talking about?"

	"I waited a little while before taking that sleeping pill, Dear --
long enough..."  Myra spooned out eggs onto the three plates.  "It sure took
me back, watching Vince slide his cock in and out of you.  Your father was a
serious jock and worked out every day, but he had a weakness for booty.  Back
then, you couldn't come out, so he needed an alibi -- and I don't have much
on top and look a little twinky and I LOVE anal sex, so..."  She shrugged.
"I got him to try the other hole every once in a while and voila!  Nicky was
born."

	"Uh, maybe I shouldn't know this," Vince mumbled.

	"No, it's time Nicky knew and I think it's probably a good thing that
you're here," Myra argued, forking breakfast sausage onto the plates.  She
looked back up at Nicky and said, "I'm sorry Dear -- you took after my side
of the family a bit too much.  You were a disappointment to your father -- he
wanted you to be buff like Vince, here, and it was pretty clear by the time
you were five that it wasn't going to happen.  Of course, that was only part
of it -- the call of the wild was pretty strong.  Your father discovered T-
girls when you were about three -- I lost out to a black chick with 'C' cups
and an eight-inch cock..."

	"Oooohhhh...."  Nicky was SURE he was going to die of embarrassment!
Then Myra turned around and flipped up her nightgown and robe, baring her
ass, and asked, "Vince, Dear, what do you think of my ass?  Is it okay, do
you think -- you know, as a sort of dickless twink substitute -- or does it
need to be more muscular or something?"

	"I, uh..." Vince stammered.  "Why don't we, uh, look into that after
breakfast?"

	But of course they didn't, Vince ate quickly and all but ran out the
door.  Nicky couldn't decide whether he should be hiding or trying to
apologize or what...

	Vince didn't know, either.  Nicky's heritage was a little
embarrassing, but probably not a surprise -- but his mother...  She had to be
the first woman ever to bare her ass in his presence like that and more or
less ask him if girls' asses were different than boys'.  They were, of course
-- or at least, some of them were.  Nicky's was pretty girlish -- but it took
a dick well, and Nicky liked it.  What the Hell did you do to a girl while
you were fucking her ass?  Maybe they just rubbed themselves off...

	Eddie Ray had gone over to the Dark Side, apparently -- maybe that
old chunky woman gave up her booty to him like Nicky's seemed to be offering
to do for Vince -- they'd been talking about it, after all...  Nicky didn't
know -- and Vince didn't, either.  Eddie Ray seemed perfectly normal at
school -- but then how would anyone know the difference until he started
drooling on some girl?

	Eddie Ray knew.  For the first time in his life, drooling on a girl
was an option.  He and Iris (Flower had told him her real name) had done this
and that and had a great time!  He'd fucked her big ass and she'd used a
dildo on his and rimmed him and they'd fucked again and taken a long soak in
a tub full of bubbles while he played with titties slick from bath oil and
she played with his cock.  Young chicks were still questionable, but Iris was
a blast!

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

	Wanda hunted down Amy before the end of the school day to ask, "Do
you have to be in school to go to the club?"

	"Why?" Amy asked.

	"Well, Sis might like to do the dark room thing..."

	"I'll, um, ask," Amy replied.  "I really don't know..."  It could be
real tough getting someone male in that room after someone had a run-in with
Kelly...

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

	Brenda and Bonita were in the stands at football practice, just
behind the bench.  Toby overheard Bonita say to Brenda, "You know, Julio
should fall in love -- and it should be very embarrassing for him."  Toby
grinned and shook his head...

	Toby had to get out early to talk to the electronics installers, so
he left things to Hank.  Amy met him at the work site, just to spend some
time.  "Do we have some kind of limitation on who comes to the clubhouse, as
long as they obey the rules?" Amy queried.

	"I don't know -- why?" Toby asked

	"Wanda wants to know if her big sister Kelly could use the dark
room," Amy related.  "I guess it would be a real charity thing..."

	"I don't know," Toby grunted.  "Wanda was pushing it.  Who would we
get to go in there -- and not come running back out?  Once the word got
out..."  Toby had a mental picture of Kelly gleaned from Wanda earlier when
she related the whole necking episode with Pete.  He touched Amy's hand to
pass it to her, and there was some bleed-over.

	<She must weight three-fifty,> Amy mused.  <What was that?>

	<What?>

	<Something Bonita said?>

	<Oh, yeah.  She said her brother Julio ought to fall in love -- and
it ought to be embarrassing.>

	<Hmmm.>  Amy grinned.

	<Yeah.>  Toby grinned, too.

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

	There were just too many balls to keep in the air, so Toby went to
Randy with the initiation requirement.  "Can you put Cheesecake and Bobby and
Pete in a room and get some video of it?  I'm maxed out!"

	"Yeah, no problem."  Randy could stop hiding; Miriam was with Frank
and seemed happy about it.  That left Bernice as an issue, maybe, but he
could handle that, one way or the other -- probably on the fly.  Maybe she
could help with this whole video thing...  "Is tomorrow still good?"

	"Yeah, fine."

	"Okay, I'll hook it up," Randy promised.

	But Brie threw Randy a curve, "Can Lillian come?"

	Randy frowned.  "Lillian isn't a member, Cheesecake."

	"I'm just honorary.  Trish is a member and Trish's mom is a
member..."

	"Trish's mom won't like it."

	"So?"  Brie gave him the eye.  "You can handle THAT, Big Bro!"

	"What's she gonna do?"

	"Suck.  Same as me."

	"You're gonna share, then?" Randy teased.

	"She's my friend," Brie replied seriously.

	"What about Gabriel?"

	"It's JUST a suck!" Brie rolled her eyes.

	"I guess, then, if she wants," Randy mused.  "She doesn't HAVE to do
anything, though."

	"Okay."  Brie bounced off.

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

	The missing plumbing and fixtures had been replaced and the heating
plant modernized and Fred had a team going through the house bringing small
things up to code for the building inspector by the end of the day.  Candace
had been on the work site all day.  Jiang Yi was there, too, but the kitchen
renovation was a separate project and would require cabinetry and appliances
and other items not yet ready for delivery.  Everybody wanted a certificate
of occupancy ASAP, after which they could proceed with Phase II.

	They were replacing the old plaster and lath walls, insulating and
sheetrocking in the servant's quarters, along with new electrical circuits to
handle the surveillance equipment -- and where there was sheetrock, there was
Luis.  Luis took advantage of the situation at his first opportunity,
dragging Fred off to 'discuss scheduling' which translated to a session of
taunting Fred while receiving a blowjob.  Otherwise, though, he'd behaved
himself.

	That was enough to sour Fred on sex for the day, though.  Candace
offered at quitting time and Fred waved it off.  "Not while I'm being crapped
on."

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

	Tuesday, things started to shake out a bit.  Things weren't operating
at a breakneck pace the way they had been on Monday.  Construction work
stopped until the inspectors could come through, and the electronics firm
concentrated on the barn.  Fred's people were generally elsewhere, as they
didn't want the building inspector balking because something wasn't finished
-- but several were on standby for as soon as he cleared the building.

	Abigail Fremd got up, got Tom and Janice out the door, and went
through the yellow pages looking for a lawyer.  At ten, she called her father
to tell him the news.

	"I'm leaving Tom, Daddy," she announced.

	"After all this time?  Why?" her father blurted.

	"We should never have been together this long.  Daddy, we hate one
another -- you KNOW that!  If you had to live in this house...  It has...
twisted us -- Janice especially.  But Tom's resentment knows no bounds and
he's become an active threat to Janice."

	"What do you mean?"

	"I really don't want to explain it.  Tom is... abusive.  Until now,
his focus has been on me, but Janice is coming of age..."

	"Do you have a lawyer?"

	"I've made some calls.  Do you have a recommendation?" Abigail asked.

	"I'll get one -- we'll take Tom to the cleaners..."

	"No, Daddy.  Tom has suffered enough.  Something small in the way of
alimony and some college money for Janice is all I want.  I've got something
in the way of a job and a place to live lined up and we have modest needs.
Don't you understand, Daddy?  Forcing us together all this time is what
caused this!  We should have done things another way..."

	"I was looking out for your welfare," her father said quietly.

	"I know, but..." Abigail sighed.  "It's been costly.  I think I'd
rather have raised Janice on my own.  I think we'd all have been better off."

	"I'll arrange the lawyer.  When do you plan to tell Tom?"

	"Soon -- very soon.  Tomorrow, maybe.  I'm only waiting for the
remodeling work to be done at the place I'm moving to."

	"Janice is going with you?"

	"Yes.  If I left her here, she would CERTAINLY suffer Tom's wrath.
No, she's why I'm doing it -- I couldn't do it just for myself," Abigail
replied.

	"All right.  Let me know when you're settled.  My lawyer will call
you later."

	Abigail was outside the house at one o'clock when the building
inspector drove away.  She got out of the car and approached Candace, "How
are things?"

	"We just got rid of the inspector."  Candace eyed her.  "Does this
mean...?"

	"When can I move in?"

	Candace shrugged.  "Now."

	"Why don't you show me what needs doing so I can make sure we're on
schedule?" Abigail asked.  Candace introduced her to Fred and they went
around with the plans and Candace and Fred talked about what they were going
to do where.  Abigail was amazed!  The place was going to be a regular den of
iniquity -- and she was going to live there!  Could she countenance this?
Yes -- in fact, she needed to see how the other half lived!  Janice had her
boyfriend, and according to Candace, while there was some sleeping around,
once they settled on one boy it was usually just open sex with the one
partner.  For the older women, however, limitations were self-imposed -- she
could do whatever she felt up to -- and Abigail anticipated that she might go
a little bit wild...

	Abigail's in-briefing lasted well over two hours; Candace,
discovering that Randy and Toby had already sampled her, took her for a walk
through the inner circle membership -- who was who and what they were up to
and what the linkages were, the history of the group -- everything.  Abigail
was amazed!  "So the purpose of the clubhouse is..."

	"It gets the club out of my basement -- out of my house in general,"
Candace replied.  "The members tend to have sexual relationships, and they
need a safe place to continue that.  There are three types of activity we're
looking at -- relatively public parties, the swing parties and other
activities that offer a sexual outlet and an opportunity for some anonymous
experience -- and in some cases a shot at a boyfriend for girls who would
never get noticed, otherwise -- and finally, a place to relax and do kink and
whatever for the inner circle.  Oh, and occasionally, we take on a special
project or two -- some of those can be hairy..."

	After that came the mechanics; Candace wanted to know Abigail's needs
-- furniture, bedding, entertainment, and so on -- so that her quarters would
be properly prepared.  Candace did the whole Human Resources thing with
Abigail, setting her up as an employee of the non-profit and handing her a
charge card.  "Go to a furniture store and get what you need.  Have them
deliver it.  Move in on your own schedule over the next couple of days."
Then she sat back.  "We have a... custom, I guess... of offering the workmen,
um, rewards or incentives.  Are you up for that?  Toby seemed to think you
were."

	"If they want something and don't care about getting it from a
skinny, ugly old woman, I think I'd be pleased," Abigail replied.

	"Talk to Fred, then.  He has the schedule.  The plumbers have gone --
and we owe them -- but they'll be back.  There is the work on the pool and
the big baths and steam room yet to come.  Buy an extra bedroom set or two,
so you don't have to do it in your room -- unless you want to, of course.
Get kings, now -- not doubles or queens!"

	So Abigail went home and waited for Janice, then they hit the
furniture stores.  Janice was amazed at her mother's apparent level of
commitment -- it was clear that they were moving, period!  Abigail, intent
upon making sure that she put the needs of the group first in making her
selections, but didn't go institutional.  She got promises of delivery for
the following day.  After that, they went shopping for linens and other
necessities.

	They were late getting home, of course.  Tom was in an uproar!
"Where the Hell have you been?"

	"Shopping," Abigail replied.  "We needed a few things."  She dropped
a take-out pizza on the counter.  "I picked this up, or you can go out..."
Janice was amazed at how unperturbed her mother seemed to be.  Tom glared
around some, but he tended to go out for a few hours on Tuesday night, so
after ranting and raving a bit, he headed out.

	Once he was gone, Janice started asking questions.  "Momma, you seem
to be totally committed to this move thing.  Why?"

	"Because it's time, Honey," Abigail replied.  "Because you need to be
out of his sphere of influence -- and because the pieces are falling into
place.  And last but not least, because I discovered that I actually have
something to look forward to!"

	"Momma?"  Janice blinked -- that last comment...

	"You remember how messed up I was on Sunday after our visit?" Abigail
asked.

	"Yes..." Janice eyed her mother.

	"A couple of the boys, um, validated my desirability as a woman,"
Abigail related, "something your father has been careful to avoid for some
time."

	"I, uh..."  Janice looked perplexed.

	"We had sex, Honey.  I haven't had satisfying sex for I don't know
how long -- your father had basically ruined things for both of us, the way
he handled things -- but a couple of the boys in the group..."  She stopped
talking and stared off into space.

	"Momma?"

	Abigail returned to Earth.  "Sweetie, I have never, EVER had the kind
of experience those two gave me!  It was crazy, it was kinky, it was amazing
-- I had four orgasms!  Four!"  She shook her head.  "Basically, I asked them
if they really thought they might want to have sex with a scrawny, ugly old
woman, and to my surprise, they not only said yes, they proceeded to haul me
into an empty room and PROVE it!  I just..."  She was off again, reliving it.
"There were people wandering around -- we could have been discovered at any
moment.  One of the boys was black -- can you imagine?  I'd really never been
with anyone but your father -- and that's never been that good, even at the
start..."  She locked eyes with her daughter.  "You may want to pretend you
don't know me, because I think I'm going to go hog wild!"

	"Well..."  Janice focused on the practical side of things.  "The move
-- is it going to work?"

	"Oh, yes -- the rooms are ready!  By the time you get home from
school, I will probably have moved all of our clothes and things..."

	"Tomorrow?"

	"Tomorrow.  I spoke to your grandfather today and I have an
appointment with a lawyer tomorrow.  I'll be telling your father tomorrow
night," Abigail reported, her voice full of commitment.

	"Okay..."

	"Cheer up!  You'll be able to see your boyfriend any time you want!"

	"Oh?  Really?"  Janice perked up.

	"You won't even have to leave the house..."

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	At school, the usual lunchtime gathering sprouted several issues.
Chuck applied pressure to get something going and Pete unbent and went to see
Wanda.

	"Hey..." Pete muttered.

	Wanda was again pushing the limits of her wardrobe, doing the two
tank top thing -- but even the modest one wasn't THAT modest, so Pete's
eyeballs started to drift into the valley as he stood above her.

	"Hi, Pete!"  Wanda was all smiles.  If Pete wanted to ogle her boobs,
it was fine with her!

	"We were thinking about going to the arcade for a while after school,
then maybe Wimpy's..." Pete ventured.

	"Uh huh.  That sounds nice..." Wanda smiled, nodding.

	"You wanna go, then?"

	"Sure.  Who's going?"

	"Mac and Donna, I'm pretty sure.  Tad and Anita, Chris and Misha,
Frank and Miriam..."  'And a couple of guys who just want to embarrass me,'
Pete added to himself.

	"Hey, sounds wonderful.  You'll wait for me in the parking lot?"
Wanda asked.

	"It'll be after practice."

	"Oh, of course!  Good, I can do my homework.  Can you get me at home,
or should I wait here?"

	"What's better for you?" Pete asked, with a sinking feeling he knew
the answer.

	"Well, home, actually.  Besides..."

	"Kelly?" Pete interjected.

	"Yeah.  You don't mind, do you?" Wanda blushed.

	"No, I guess not.  It'll be a little after five, then, okay?"

	"Sure."  Wanda grabbed his wrist before he could move off and looked
up at him.  "Thank you, Pete!"

	"You're welcome."  Pete smiled a little nervously.  Wanda let go and
he moved off.

	Several girls at the table contrived to get up and wander over to
Wanda's table.  "So, how did it go?" Donna asked.

	"He was a perfect gentleman -- well, all but his eyeballs," Wanda
related.  Anita snorted a giggle.  "I'm sure glad I've got these things,"
Wanda added, peering down at her chest.

	"So what are you thinking?" Misha asked.

	"I'm thinking that if I work at it a little, Homecoming won't be our
last date," Wanda replied.  "Pete's having a tough time -- his eyeballs are
on my side.  If I get a chance to remind his dick..."

	Anita cracked up, her snorting giggle echoing in the room.  Pete
looked up and blushed, then looked away.

	"That's it -- get me in trouble!" Wanda snapped.  "Fat lot of help
YOU are!"

	"Sorry!" Anita got a grip.

	"Well, don't screw me up!" Wanda insisted.  "I'll see you guys at the
arcade!"  The girls filtered back to the table, where Chuck was needling Pete
again.

	Amy hung back.  "About Kelly..."

	Wanda looked up expectantly.  "No, right?"

	"We're gonna take a run at it," Amy replied, surprising her.  "I'll
need to talk to her first.  I mean, I hate to sound like a jerk, but I don't
think she'll find love..."

	"I think she would be happy to find sex!" Wanda replied.  "She's used
to having diminished expectations."

	"Well, hey, you never know..."  Amy left it at that.  There were
other pieces of the puzzle to put together first...

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	Bev hit Gina up after cheerleading practice.  "So, are you gonna give
me a break?"

	"I dunno," Gina muttered.  "If they find out..."

	"Who's going to tell them?  As far as they'll know, I'll be going in
blind..." Beverly cajoled.  "Come on..."

	"Okay, well..."  Gina made a production of glancing around.  "They
blindfold you and take you to some place and they make you get naked and then
they write stuff on you -- you know, stuff like 'cum dumpster' and 'slut' --
and they talk a lot of trash and some of the guys come out naked wearing
masks and they take pictures of you with the writing on you and them standing
around.  I mean, it takes a couple of days to wash off, and it the pictures
ever get out, they would be pretty embarrassing, but nothing HAPPENS -- it's
all for show, you know?"

	"That's it?"

	"Yeah.  It's pretty scary at the time, because you don't know how far
they're going to go, but think about it -- what CAN they do, really?  What if
word got out?" Gina insisted.  "Besides, if everybody knew what the
initiation was, then it wouldn't take any guts..."

	Beverly grinned from ear to ear.  "Yeah, so we would want to keep the
fact that we KNOW quiet -- just among us, you know?  That way, no one would
get upset..."

	"Yeah..." Gina left it at that.

	Cindy had the entire tale in minutes, of course.  The pair of them --
Cindy and Beverly -- made plans for their humble inquiry into membership to
be made the next day.


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