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Chapter 17



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 17 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: mg oral ir mf rom

Chapter 17


	Randy went home after school and collected Brie -- and Lillian was
there.  "What did you tell people you were doing?" he asked Lillian.

	"Hanging out with Brie," Lillian replied.

	"Uh huh.  What did Brie tell you she was going to be doing?" Randy
continued.

	"Giving a couple of guys blowjobs," Lillian replied calmly.  "One of
them is my sister's boyfriend, and the other is Tabitha's."

	Randy scratched his head.  "You know, your sister might have a
problem with that.  It's less likely, but Tabitha might, too!"

	"Okay, I'll suck Pete," Lillian announced.

	"Pete might object -- he might worry about Tabitha getting upset,"
Randy pointed out.

	"Can I suck YOU?"

	"Why would you want to?"

	"Brie is."

	"Well...  not me!"

	"Can I just go along?" Lillian begged.

	"Okay."  Randy took the girls to Carpenter's and got them set up and
went back to school for Pete and Bobby.  Tabitha and Trish were there, so he
mentioned the issue, "Lillian is with Brie."

	"Why?" Trish wanted to know.

	"She begged a lot," Randy replied.  "She started out wanting to help,
but I think I shut that down."

	"She WHAT?"

	"Well," Randy shrugged, "We know she did Gabriel.  She probably wants
to try out something a little older..."

	"I don't think that's a good idea!" Trish declared.

	"I told her you'd say that."

	"I wasn't going, but now..."  Trish headed for the van.  Tabitha
rolled her eyes and followed.

	Randy grinned.  "She asked if she could suck Pete, too!"  Tabitha
looked back at him, but didn't say anything.

	The guys came out a few minutes later.  "The girls are in the van,"
Randy warned.

	"Why?" Bobby asked.

	"Lillian."

	"Huh?"

	"Lillian is at the clubhouse.  She asked if she could suck one of
you."

	"Hoo, boy!" Bobby rolled his eyes.

	"You know, once you're a full member, you can beat Trish's ass when
she gives you shit," Randy offered.

	"Thanks..." Bobby said sarcastically.

	"Well..." Randy shrugged.  Everyone got in the van and Randy made the
drive.

	At Carpenter's, Trish lit into Lillian.  "What's this I hear...?"

	Lillian crossed her arms.  "You do it.  Momma does it.  Tabitha does
it.  Alyssa and her mom do it -- and Brie does it.  I do it, too, actually --
I just haven't done it a lot!  What's the big deal?"

	"It's just... wrong!" Trish insisted.

	"If it's so wrong, why does EVERYBODY do it?" Lillian insisted.

	"EVERYBODY isn't thirteen!" Trish retorted hotly.

	"But Brie is."

	Bobby and Pete stood off to the side, Bobby shaking his head.  "Man,
I don't believe this..."

	"Any guy in the club that ever went to Brie's house has had her try
to blow them," Pete chuckled.  "That's what I hear."

	"You're right!" Brie interjected.  "It's a rule!  I get some!"

	The argument between the Horner sisters had reached the point of
Trish bellowing, "Because I said so!"

	"You suck!" Lillian howled.

	"That's right!  I suck and YOU DON'T!" Trish shot back.

	"What about Randy?"

	"LILLIAN!"

	"You could teach me instead of being a jerk about it," Lillian
sulked.

	"Can we get on with it?" Randy broke in, wielding the camera.

	"I'm ready!" Brie declared.  "Want me naked?"

	"Yeah, probably," Randy grunted.  "Bobby?"

	"I don't understand how you can do this with your own sister," Trish
carped.

	"Look, this is the easiest thing," Randy rasped.  "Part of why it
works is because Brie WANTS to be here -- you KNOW that!  Why do you want to
make shit hard for EVERY fucking body?"  The thunderclouds began to gather
over Randy.  "You know, I don't have to listen to this shit..."

	"Uh oh..." Tabitha bleated, "Trish..."

	Trish whirled, "Bobby..."

	"Now you've done it!" Randy rasped.  "Now you've fucking done it!
One more word and the dog pictures come out -- do you fucking understand me?
I've had ENOUGH of your fucking attitude, Trish!"

	"Dog pictures?" Bobby bleated.

	"I--I..." Trish sputtered.

	"Make that dog videos!" Randy snapped.  "You wanna talk shit now,
Trish?"

	"I...  Ogod!  I can explain!" Trish wailed.

	"Not YET you can't!" Randy erupted.  "You shut the fuck up -- NOW!"
He turned to Tabitha, "Do you have a problem with Lillian sucking Pete?"

	"No..."  Tabitha knew what side her bread was buttered on!

	"You guys get undressed," Randy directed.  "YOU get down with your
sister and help her out!" he snarled at Trish.  "You understand?  You bought
this -- we could have done it the other way, but now we're doing it MINE!"
Trish, her eyes huge, nodded.

	Randy located the second video camera and the group got to work,
Tabitha and Randy doing video angles, Lillian sucking Pete, Brie sucking
Bobby, and Trish tutoring Lillian -- Brie didn't need it.

	Bobby started out tentative, and ended up amazed!  Brie was
accomplished -- that was clear!  She only took a couple of minutes to bring
him to the peak -- and then she toyed with him for a bit while Lillian
struggled with Pete.  When she quit fooling around and finished him, Bobby
was worked up to the point that he generated a flood!

	"Want some help?" she asked Lillian brightly.

	"What am I doing wrong?" Lillian asked, backing off.

	"Use your tongue more," Brie advised, eyeing Trish as if she were an
amateur.  "Don't suck so hard going in -- save it for when you're pulling off
-- and make sure your lips are on the head every time!  Here, let me show
you..."  She pushed Lillian back and bobbed a few times on Pete's dick.
"See?"

	"No.  Move Trish."  Lillian pushed at Trish.  Randy kept running the
camera, well aware that Brie looked younger than Lillian, anyway.

	The pair of them traded off from that point on, and Lillian improved
to the point that in a couple of minutes, Pete was grunting and squirting.
Randy got a shot of Lillian with a mouthful of Pete's cum and grunted, "Okay,
that's a wrap -- except..."  He grinned evilly.  "Lillian, go give Bobby a
quick suck -- just because..."

	Lillian, just as irritated with her sister as Randy was, was happy to
oblige.  It wasn't a full blowjob -- just a token -- but Trish hated it, and
that was the idea.  Bobby suffered it to happen because he knew that if he
didn't, Randy would find something else...

	"Okay, so -- dog videos?" Bobby pressed.

	"Yeah.  We got Trish and Tabitha -- and four or five others,
including Alyssa -- on video being licked out by my dog Dirk.  THAT is why
Trish crawled on your cock that first day -- because if she didn't, all we
had to do was send a picture of THAT to the cops..." Randy explained.  "You
can thank Dirk for introducing you to Trish."

	"Bobby?" Trish was all contrition.

	Bobby just chuckled and shook his head.  "One day, maybe, I'll want
to see those."

	"We don't use them as threats anymore," Randy noted.  "They're just
there to keep everybody from spilling secrets.  But Trish pisses me off
sometimes, thinking she's better than everybody else..."

	Bobby nodded, eyeing her.  "Yeah, she can be a bitch..."  He crooked
a finger.  "Come here, Bitch.  Were you gonna tell me about this?"

	"Um, yes.  Not the details..."  Trish approached Bobby diffidently.

	"I guess you'll have to be good now, huh?"

	"Yes..."  Trish's answer was tentative; was Bobby serious?

	"Everybody get dressed and let's get out of here," Randy directed.
Turning to Trish, he added, "What your momma doesn't know won't hurt her --
understand?"

	"Yes, Randy."

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	Wanda, pink-faced, panting and disheveled, staggered off the dance
machine where she'd been competing, doing the complicated steps, with Donna.
"Want to try?"

	"No," Pete muttered, "I'll just watch."  They'd been going at it for
almost ten minutes, and Pete hadn't been able to tear his eyes away.  Wanda
was wearing a bra, but Pete was sure that his optic nerves were tangled from
the gyrations his eyes went through, tracking her tits as she moved wildly
and erratically under the instructions of the machine.  What's more, she'd
won, almost every time, proving to be more graceful than Donna was!

	"Want something to drink?" Pete offered.

	"Please?"  Wanda toed back into her sandals and went with him to a
location a couple of stores over where he bought her a frozen orange drink.

	"You're pretty good at that," Pete noted, as they headed back to the
arcade.

	"Yeah, I'm less clumsy than I look."

	"I wouldn't have said you looked clumsy," Pete muttered.

	Wanda just smiled.  She'd loaded the dice with a low-cut top and a
bra with all of the support worn out of it.  Beating Donna was almost as
important as watching Pete watch her -- and she knew the effect she'd had on
him.  Pete was a tit man, and she HAD tits, by God...  At this point, she
KNEW he thought she was sexy, in spite of himself!  "You haven't played
much..."

	"I'm terrible tonight."  Air hockey had been a bust -- Wanda's bust.
He couldn't track the puck with her cleavage moving in front of him!  Chuck,
who was apparently only along so he could enjoy needling Pete, gave him Hell
about it, because EVERYBODY lost at air hockey to Pete!

	"I'm gonna get a couple of those to wave in front of your nose so I
can win!" Chuck had chortled, adding in a stage whisper, "Hey, I think her
nipples are up!"

	Mac had stood with Pete while the girls were competing on the dance
machine.  "Big girls..."

	"Yeah.  So what's up with Donna?"

	"She's sweet and she's cuddly and she's hot-blooded and fucks like a
mink," Mac related quietly.  "Yeah, she's got a big ass, but watching it
jiggle while I put the meat to her is kind of fun and she doesn't bitch when
I grab a handful."  After a moment, he added, "Did I mention that she's a
good kisser?"

	"You have to keep her in Kleenex, though," Pete chuckled.

	"Yeah, well...  I bet you don't have that problem with Wanda."

	That brought Pete up short.  "No, I don't," he mused.

	"You know she's making a serious play, right?" Mac murmured quietly.

	"She's been real cool about it," Pete replied, "Are you sure?"

	"What would you do if she tried to hang on you?" Mac chuckled.

	"Run."

	"You think she doesn't know that?"

	Pete grunted.

	"You know, for her size..." Mac offered.

	"Well, size is a problem," Pete rasped.

	"Is it?  She works at looking good.  She's, uh, well-presented, not
some huge tub of lard.  She's got some fashion sense.  She's got big hooters,
along with everything else -- and you'd have to be dead not to notice that
you like THOSE..." Mac chuckled.  "How bad is the extra, really?  You two
seemed to fit together okay..."

	"There's a lot of pressure," Pete related.  "Chuck is riding me
pretty hard -- I can't just roll over.  I'm maintaining my objectivity."

	"Women aren't something you want to be objective about," Mac
retorted.  "Let me ask you this -- does it creep you out to touch her?  If it
does, she's wasting her time -- but if it doesn't...  Touch is big -- I rub
my woman every day -- and I'm addicted."

	Pete grunted and retreated within himself.  NO, it didn't creep him
out to touch Wanda.  If she'd been blubbery and squishy, he wouldn't have
gotten this far, but she wasn't; in fact, she was pretty firm in most places.
Her boobs were pretty soft, but that was part of the draw.  Mac might have a
point...

	Chuck went away before they went off to Wimpy's, leaving Pete with no
requirement to justify anything.  The other couples cuddled a lot, but Wanda
didn't ask for anything; she seemed happy just to be there.  They talked
about various things -- classes they had in common and classes they didn't
and who handed out the worst homework and how the team was doing.  There were
other couples in the place, some of whom seemed to be working at being seen;
Wanda didn't do that.  She didn't make demands -- she was just... waiting.

	Donna leaned against Mac and murmured, "So, is your father going to
attack my mother again on Friday?"

	Mac chuckled nervously.  "No, he's sworn off her -- and you, too, he
says."

	"That bad, huh?"  Donna eyed Mac.  Harmon hadn't looked displeased
with her mother's performance, but he HAD tucked his tentacles away on
Saturday morning...

	"He says your momma is the revenge of the female half of the human
race for his 'love 'em and leave 'em' ways," Mac related.  "He says...  He
says she's the first woman since my mother who can make him act stupid."

	"Oh?" Donna was surprised.

	"Pop...  Well, I was an accident -- and Mom wasn't capable of raising
me.  Apparently, she was a real flake -- the kind of person you have to
babysit as an adult.  Anyway, Pop got stuck with me, right off the bat.
Since then, he's been religious about protection, you know?  It was a life
lesson."  Mac paused a moment.  "Well, Pop and your mom went at it four times
-- and didn't use a rubber once, despite the fact that they talked about it.
Pop can't account for it -- he's sure she used some kind of magic on him or
something.  He says he had things under control the first time in no time and
he should have been able to keep her tied up forever with one hand behind his
back -- yet he passed up something he does by habit without even thinking
about it.  I guess she was real clear about wanting to be pregnant, too."

	"Momma's a little fuzzy on all that, too," Donna related.  "I was an
accident, and Grandma and Grandpa gave Momma Hell and made her move out on
her own.  You would think that the LAST thing Momma would want would be to do
it all over again..."  She drew pictures in a water ring on the table.  "She
wasn't protected, either.  She did this celibacy thing and hadn't had sex
since I was born, probably.  There was no reason for her to be on birth
control until your dad walked through the door..."

	"Well, Pop seems to think that if he sees her again, he'll become
addicted or something," Mac said quietly.  "That was the OTHER thing -- he
swears that she's the hottest fuck he's ever had -- and with Pop, that's
going some!"

	"Weird," Donna mused.  "Very, VERY weird!"

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

	With dinner over, the group broke up.  Pete started home with Wanda,
but couldn't seem to go there.

	Wanda noticed.  "Where are we going?"

	"Somewhere quiet," Pete replied, clearly distracted.

	They ended up at the overlook up by the camp.  Pete pulled up and
shut off the car and they just sat there for ten minutes or so.  Finally,
Wanda said softly, "What's wrong?"

	"I'm confused."

	"What about?"

	"The more I'm with you, the fewer reasons I have not to be."

	"Pete," Wanda said softly, "I'm not forcing anything.  I admit that
I'm doing my best to be desirable, but I can't MAKE you like me -- and I know
it."

	"Yeah, I know," Pete sighed.  "You've been cool."

	"What's out there?" Wanda asked.  "I can take it.  If it just isn't
gonna fly, we should just admit it and be friends or something."

	"I've been thinking about it -- and it boils down to the fact that
I'm stubborn.  I've said, publicly, a bunch of times, that you're, well,
unacceptable.  Now, if I admit that you aren't, it's gonna be pretty
embarrassing."

	"But I'm not."

	"Right.  You're not."  Pete admitted it.

	"Do you want to, well, not be public?  I'll back off and..." Wanda
offered.

	"No!  That's... rude!  I just have to grow up, I guess."

	"I'll be happy to make sure that the benefits outweigh the
embarrassment," Wanda said softly.

	"You're doing fine without that," Pete replied.  "Let's not...
tarnish things."

	"Well, I didn't mean that I would, um, prostitute myself -- but if
we're enjoying ourselves and each other, won't that take the sting out of
it?"

	"You've got a point.  I just don't want you to think you have to..."

	"I think we're moving along fine without that, don't you?  Look at
the conversation we're having!" Wanda pointed out.  "On the other hand, it's
kind of dumb to pretend that we haven't had sex..."

	"That was -- how do I put it?  Outside of a relationship," Pete
pointed out.

	"So it doesn't count?"

	"Well, it does -- it has to -- but it doesn't mean I can just make
demands or have expectations."

	"You're a nice guy, Pete -- a lot nicer than you think you are,"
Wanda declared.

	"Thanks..."

	"Did you hurt yourself?" Wanda asked, eyeing him sidelong, her eyes
dancing.

	"When?"

	"At the arcade.  Watching my breasts move."

	Pete grinned, embarrassed.  "A couple of times.  I think that's the
first time in a year I've lost at air hockey -- and to a girl!"

	"I was shameless -- but I like it that you like them."  She was quiet
for a moment.  "We've kissed, and you've touched them before -- and we're at
the overlook..."

	"Yeah.  I think that's what we're here for.  Want to practice
kissing?"

	"Sure..."  Pete leaned across and she offered her lips.

	That bra was a joke -- it was worn out and loose and barely hanging
on instead of supporting anything.  Pete surfaced from the kiss to discover
that he had defeated it on automatic while concentrating on the kiss and had
a handful of soft flesh.  "What's up with the bra?" he husked.

	"I needed to be able to say I was wearing one," Wanda whispered back.
"It sort of covers my nipples..."  Pete's fingers had her right nipple
between them, toying with the stiff, rubbery nub.  Wanda, hungry, pulled his
head back to hers.

	They spent a while immersing themselves in each other.  Pete didn't
try for more territory -- he had plenty, and they weren't going to do
anything in a car.  There was a lot more romance than sex to what they were
doing, which might be described as 'pure' making out -- the vast majority of
it was kissing, although each of them explored the other thoroughly above the
waist.  Wanda's bra rode above her breasts, which got plenty of attention,
but weren't the sole target.

	Finally, Pete husked, "We probably ought to..."

	"Yeah."  It was approaching nine p.m., and Wanda hadn't told her
parents that she planned to be late.  Pete backed the car out of the parking
area and headed down the mountain toward civilization.

	"So," Wanda murmured, "Am I...?"

	"Are you what?"

	"Unacceptable?"

	"Shut up!" Pete looked irritated and flicked her a glance -- just
momentary, due to the requirement to concentrate on his driving.  "That's a
stupid question."

	"Well, a girl likes to know..."

	"You don't?  After that?"  'What does she think I am?' Pete wondered.

	"Well, I'm PRETTY sure..."

	"Okay..." Pete rolled his eyes.  "You're not unacceptable.  In fact,
you're TOTALLY acceptable!  Okay?"

	"Okay."  Wanda looked pleased.  "Was that so hard?"

	"Huh?  I was stating the obvious."

	"Girls like to hear things."

	"If I spend an hour kissing you and feeling you up..."

	"There are guys who would do that -- and more -- and not talk to me
the next day," Wanda insisted.  "It's the way things are."

	"That would take a real prick!" Pete grunted.

	"Uh huh."

	"You can't tell the difference?"

	"If we all knew what was going on in everyone else's head, the world
would be a lot happier place maybe," Wanda replied.  "I think guys know a
loser when they see one, as long as it's another guy -- and I know when a
girl sucks -- but we make mistakes all the time on both sides, so it just
isn't that simple."

	Pete grunted.  "I could lie."

	"But you didn't."

	"Could you tell?"

	Wanda smiled.  "You wouldn't be so pissed if you had."

	"Yeah, well..."

	"I'm sorry."  Wanda rubbed his shoulder.

	They went into another clinch at Wanda's, without discussing it; Pete
just leaned across and they spent ten minutes kissing.  Wanda hadn't even
adjusted her bra -- and didn't until afterward.  "I'll see you in the
morning," Pete said as she got out.

	"Okay."  Wanda grinned and waved.  "Bye!"

	"Him again?"  Kelly met her at the door.  "You DO realize that it
isn't two a.m. and Dad's awake, right?"

	"Jeez, Kelly!  We were just kissing!"

	"I don't think Dad would say 'just'!  And what was that with the
bra?" Kelly demanded.

	"It's old."

	"THAT's a great excuse!"

	"You're just jealous!" Wanda accused.

	"Well, you're out ahead of me -- that's for sure!"  Kelly led the way
upstairs.  "So tell me -- have you done it?"

	"Maybe."

	"That's a yes.  Shit!  Who with -- him?" Kelly demanded.

	"Pete and I are still necking and stuff," Wanda replied.  "We've just
started dating."

	"But you've done it."

	"Yeah."  Wanda pursed her lips.  "Want to?  Do you care who with?"

	"Well, I suppose I could trip some smelly old wino..."

	"How about a football guy?"

	"What?"

	"Okay, look.  Last week, I joined a club.  The club has a couple of
purposes, one of which is to meet guys," Wanda explained.  "I really can't go
into it much, but suppose you were in this totally dark room and a guy was to
come in..."

	"And you just fuck?"

	"Yeah.  There are other ways and other things they do, but this one
works at least as far as being able to say you've been with a guy.  For me,
they had this deal that if a guy likes you he says so and they tell him who
you are -- and he has to date you, in public.  I don't think that's going to
work for you -- we're just looking at the basics."

	"Is that how you met this guy Pete?"

	"No.  We met during a whole different thing," Wanda related.  "Look,
there are limits -- secrecy, you know?  I'm about at the wall for what I can
tell you.  But I asked, specifically, if I could bring you around -- and they
said yes, but no promises."

	"Sounds like bullshit," Kelly grunted.  "I don't need to be
somebody's bad joke."

	"I did this," Wanda insisted.  "It's how I lost my cherry!  I don't
even know who I lost it to, but I have an idea -- and it wasn't Pete, by the
way."

	"Wanda..."

	"Bethany's sister Gina is a member!"

	"WHAT!?"

	"You heard me!"

	"She's a cheerleader!"

	"They're not popular with the team," Wanda replied, "Cindy Simpson
and Beverly Ellis are running things and they're bitches.  I hear they gave
Gina Hell before they let her join!"

	"Does Bethany know?"

	"No.  Gina can't tell her.  What part of 'secret' do you not
understand?"

	Kelly thought this over -- and it matched up with what happened when
she asked Bethany to probe Gina about Wanda's activities pretty well.  "I
have to talk to somebody?"

	"Yeah.  I'll have them set up a meeting.  You might want to keep
Friday night open..."

	"Yeah, I'm REAL busy on Friday nights..." Kelly muttered
sarcastically.  But she wandered off to think about the whole thing.

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

	Wednesday morning, Wanda chased down Amy before school; she was with
Toby, but somehow, that was irrelevant, oddly enough.  "I talked to Kelly and
she's interested.  When can you talk to her?"

	Amy and Toby shared a glance.  "Lunch?"

	"Okay.  I'll call her, but she should be home."

	"What do you think she wants?" Toby asked.

	"Anything is better than nothing."

	"Well, no promises."

	"I told her that."

	Toby chased down Randy and collected the videos from the previous
evening and the van keys.  Randy ranted a little about Trish; Toby let him
vent.  As for Trish, they'd cut her a lot of slack, so Toby didn't feel bad.

	Lunch time found Amy and Toby meeting Kelly at a burger place and
stuffing her in the back of the van.  Toby kept his assessment to himself,
but Wanda had gotten the looks in the family in his opinion, among other
things.  Kelly was one unhappy chick and there were some pretty good reasons
for it -- she had never gotten a break and would probably never get one, all
things being equal.  When you added her almost permanently unhappy expression
to everything else, things didn't look good at all!

	They went to Carpenter's and Kelly thudded down the stairs behind
Amy.  "What's this?"

	"It's our current meeting site," Amy related.  "We're working on a
bigger place, but this is it right now."

	"What's with all the weird shit?" Kelly waved around at the exam
table and other furnishings.

	"Some of the members like to do things kinky."

	"Yeah, I bet!  Is that what I think it is?" Kelly wandered over to
the pillory.

	"It's a pillory."

	"Wow!  Why are you showing me this stuff?"

	"We're thinking that you figured that your sister might not be
serious," Amy explained.

	"What are those?" Kelly peered at the booths.

	"Go in the end one," Amy invited.  Kelly did so.  "Now open one of
the holes."  Kelly flicked the latch and the center hole dropped open.  Toby
took a rubber cock from the toy box and stuck it through the hole.

	"Oh... My... GOD!" Kelly gasped.  "Are you shitting me?"

	"It's kind of a trainer," Amy related.  "Lots of girls have never
seen the real thing up close, never mind sucked one or played with one.  This
is totally anonymous -- the guy just comes up to the wall and sticks his
through.  You never see anything but his cock, and he never sees you at
all..."

	"Has Wanda...?"

	"Yes, actually.  She got good at it fast, as I remember," Amy
replied.

	An image appeared in Kelly's mind and Toby picked it up and ran with
it, making one of his first comments of the trip.  "The group is color-blind
-- half of the football team is black, probably."  Kelly shivered -- and it
was excitement, not disgust.

	"Could I do this?" Kelly asked.

	"I don't see why not," Amy replied.  "You could do both, if we get
everything set up at the new site before the weekend."

	"What happens if you don't?" Kelly asked.

	"We'll do things here," Amy related, "but we've outgrown the place,
really."

	"What do I have to do?"

	"Well, promise never to reveal anything that goes on to anyone
without permission, for starters," Amy replied.

	"Okay!"

	Toby took that as permission to apply blocks.

	"The team is going to get out after the game, so it could be nine-
thirty or ten before anyone is around, but we'll try to get you in earlier.
We have some older members -- mostly women -- who can keep an eye on you.
We'll arrange something and let Wanda know.  It will probably be the van.
This is easy, of course, but the dark room thing isn't a given.  If the guy
says no, then it won't happen," Amy related.

	"What are the chances?" Kelly asked.

	"We have a couple of older members who are pretty good sized -- and
got theirs in places where they were fully visible, so you're probably okay,"
Amy opined.  "We just can't make guarantees."  She looked at her watch.  "We
have to get back now."

	"Okay.  Hey, thanks!"

	"Thank your sister.  Besides, you might end up doing us a favor," Amy
replied.

	"Oh?"

	"Sometimes we're short-handed."

	The ride back was uneventful; they parted company pretty quickly in
the parking lot, then Toby took the van through the drive-thru to get the
pair of them lunch.  "It's kind of sad..." Amy mused.

	"Part of her problem is glandular," Toby related, "but she eats for
comfort... Well, she did..."

	Amy smiled.

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

	Meanwhile, Wanda was in the cafeteria doing lunch.  After getting her
tray, she looked longingly at the team tables, but went off to her usual
place a few tables away.  She was just getting ready to bite into her
sandwich when a shadow appeared over her.  She looked up...

	"Pete?"

	"You don't sit over here anymore.  Come on."  He grabbed her tray.

	"But..."

	"No buts.  Well, you can bring yours..." Pete grinned.  "I don't
spend half the night making out with a girl and then pretend I don't know
her."

	Numbly, Wanda followed Pete back to the team table.  There were
whistles and catcalls, but it was all good-natured.

	"So what happened?" Donna asked.

	"I stopped being stupid," Pete replied.  Wanda managed to find a way
to wipe her eyes without drawing too much attention and ate her lunch.  By
the end of the lunch period, everything seemed normal...

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

	Cindy Simpson seethed, however.  "Wanda Samuels?  My God!  What next?
Who do we have to see, Bev?"

	"That geeky trainer guy, Toby, I think." Bev related.  "He doesn't
seem to be around..."

	"Well, after lunch.  He'll probably be around at practice.  We'll
knuckle under and let them play their silly little game and draw pictures --
and then I'm gonna wire that Anita's braces shut!" Cindy swore.

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

	But Toby and Amy appeared just before the bell -- and after nothing
more than a couple of significant looks at Wanda, they pulled Terence and
Bonita away from the table...

	"There are a lot of people who are pissed at your brother Julio,"
Toby ventured.  "Would you get upset if we had some fun with him?"

	"What kind of fun?" Bonita asked carefully.

	"What if we got video of him having sex with some really big
girl...?"

	Terence snorted.  "I like it.  I bet he only takes ten seconds,
anyway!  I'd love to be able to prove THAT!"  Terence's normally forgiving
nature had clearly departed him where Julio Vasquez was concerned!

	"We were thinking about doing the dark room thing," Amy supplied,
"but put a really big girl in there and use night-vision cameras.  It would
be pretty embarrassing -- especially if it got out..."

	"It might not be nice for the girl," Terence mused.

	"We're going to fix things for her -- she'll be fine," Amy assured
him.

	"What do you want?" Bonita asked.

	"Just dangle the bait for Friday night -- oh, and maybe help make
sure we have a room ready," Toby supplied.

	Terence looked at his diminutive girlfriend.  "Do you mind?"

	"No..."  Bonita smiled.

	"What were you thinking?" Terence asked.

	"Get him to catch you making an offer to Gabriel, so he thinks he's
horning in.  We're thinking we want to make him promise not to speak.  We'll
make no promises regarding the girl -- but I bet he bites, anyway," Toby
opined.

	"Yeah, that's smooth.  I'd have never thought of that!" Terence
chuckled.  "And Gabriel?"

	"We don't want to break up him and Lillian," Amy murmured.  "Sure,
they're young and all that, but they need to have this experience."

	"Yeah," Terence agreed.  "I'm with you on that.  If it's gonna crash,
it should be because they can't make it fly, not because somebody shot it
down."

	"Exactly."  Toby nodded.

	"Guess I'm going over to your place tonight..."  Terence looked put-
upon, then grinned from ear to ear.  Bonita punched him in the shoulder.

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