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Chapter 33



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 33 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 ir

Chapter 33

	Luis Garza waited until after seven p.m. to go to the address the
'red-headed witch' provided, freshly showered and changed.  As advertized, a
black woman came to the door.

	Luis stuck to the script, "The club sent me to fuck you."

	Phyllis Horner blinked in surprise.  "Say what?"

	"The club sent me to fuck you.  That's what the red haired witch said
to say..."

	Phyllis stood there for a moment blinking.  'Who ELSE would send
someone and have them say THAT?'  "TRISH!"

	"Momma?"  Trish appeared and took a look at Luis, then looked back at
her mother.

	"Call Alyssa.  This guy says he's from the club."

	"What does he want?" Trish asked cautiously.

	"To fuck me!"

	"Oh."  Trish looked relieved.  "I'll call Alyssa.  You might as well
let him in..."  Trish went off to get her cell phone.

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	"Alyssa?"

	"Yeah?"

	"Trish.  Hey, some guy just showed up out of the blue and said he was
here to fuck Momma..."

	"Yeah?  I don't know anything about it, but I'll call Damian..."

	"I'm just glad it isn't me!" Trish gusted.

	"I'll call you back -- or someone will!" Alyssa promised.

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	"Damian?"

	"Hey."

	"Trish called me.  She said some guy showed up and said the club sent
him to fuck her momma.  Do you know anything about that?"

	"No...  MOMMA!" Damian covered the mouthpiece and yelled.

	"What?" Louise was justifiably irritated.

	"Alyssa says Trish called her and someone showed up and said he was
from the club and he was there to fuck Phyllis..." Damian related.

	"Really?"  Louise looked puzzled.

	Fred stuck his head through the door.  "Did anyone give a name?
We've been passing out incentives to get the clubhouse done quick..."

	"Did Trish give you a name?" Damian asked Alyssa.

	"No."  Damian relayed this by shaking his head.

	"Tell her I'll call around and call Trish," Louise directed.

	"You get that?" Damian asked.

	Alyssa responded with Damian's two favorite words -- "Yes, Damian."

	"Bye, Babe."

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	"Candace?  It's Louise."

	"Oh, hi -- what's up, Hon?"

	"I got this third or fourth hand -- I guess some guy showed up at
Phyllis' house and told her the club sent him to fuck her!" Louise related.

	"Hang on..."  Candace headed up the hallway.  "Toby, do you know
anything about sending someone to fuck Phyllis?"

	"I did that," Amy raised her hand.  "Part of the whole mess with
Tabitha is that Phyllis is grouchy because she isn't getting any, so I sent
Luis Garza over there."

	"Oh, okay."  Candace went back to the phone.  "It's legitimate.
Earlier today, Tabitha came to the clubhouse to live because there is a lot
of friction at Horner's.  Part of the problem is that Phyllis isn't getting
any, so..."

	"Oh.  Okay, I get it," Louise replied.

	"The guy should be that Luis Garza..." Candace began.

	"Tell her, 'just do it'!" Toby erupted.

	"Toby says..." Candace relayed.

	"No problem -- I'll handle it!" Louise declared.  "Thanks!"  She hung
up and dialed Horner's home phone.

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	"Momma!  It's for you!  It's Louise!" Lillian announced.

	Phyllis grabbed the phone.  "Louise, do you know anything about..."

	"Just do it, Phyllis -- what's so hard about it?" Louise managed to
sound put upon.  "Yeah, it's all on the up and up -- and that means you're
gonna, whether you want to or not -- but you need a little, anyway, don't
you?"

	"When you put it that way..."  Phyllis didn't like being told who to
fuck, but...

	"I've fucked him and he knows what he's doing -- so let him, okay?
Get rid of a little of that tension you've been carrying around!" Louise
pressed.

	"You fucked him?"

	"Yes.  He can be a wild man, too, once he gets going!"

	Phyllis eyed the wiry Hispanic with increased interest.  "Really?"

	"Really."

	"What am I supposed to give him?"

	"Why don't you go at it until you're both happy?" Louise suggested.

	"Yeah, well, I have to, right?  So I might as well enjoy it, right?"

	"Just exactly."

	"Okay.  Thanks, Louise!"

	"Have fun!"

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	Luis, of course, had spent the time cooling his heels, getting
angrier and angrier.  "Well?" he demanded.

	"I was a little surprised," Phyllis related diffidently.  "No, a LOT
surprised, actually.  Have you had dinner?"

	"What?"  Luis was expecting a quick -- and the way things were going,
not particularly satisfactory -- fuck, after which he would go about his
business, which included dinner.

	"Have you eaten?  We're not on a schedule, I'm told.  You may want to
stay the night..."

	Luis took this between the eyes; his anger deserted him.  "Stay the
night?"

	"Yes.  I hear that you're pretty good..." Phyllis produced an oddly
predatory smile.

	"You do?"  At this point, you could have knocked Luis over with a
feather!  "Who...?"

	"Louise Carter says you can be a wild man..."  Phyllis' eyes
appraised Luis.

	"Momma!"  Trish was scandalized!

	"You of all people know that I HAVE to do this!" Phyllis retorted,
adding, "Since I HAVE to, I may as well ENJOY it!"

	"What about Lillian?" Trish asked.

	"Is this the same Lillian who is having sex with that Mexican boy?"
Phyllis retorted.

	"So," Luis asked diffidently, "What is for dinner?"

	"Salmon," Phyllis replied.  "Do you like salmon?"

	"Yes."

	"Good."  Phyllis waved at the couch.  "Have a seat.  Let me get you a
beer."  Phyllis swayed off.  Luis watched her ass rock as she left the room,
bemused.

	'Pretty big,' he mused.  'But it's free and it comes with dinner and
a beer -- and it lasts all night...'  He went over and settled onto the
couch.

	Trish stood eyeing him for a moment and announced, "I'm calling
Bobby," heading off.

	"I want to call Gabriel!" Lillian declared, following her out of the
room.

	Phyllis met them as she was coming back from the kitchen.  "What are
you doing?"

	"I'm calling Bobby!" Trish announced.

	"After supper!" Phyllis retorted.  "Or go out!"

	"I want...!" Lillian blustered.

	"After supper!  He comes here!  You stay out of our way!  And if you
get going, you use protection!" Phyllis waved a finger at her youngest
daughter.  "Try not to rub Alonzo and Luther's noses in it!"

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	"Bobby?"

	"Trish?"

	"Uh huh.  Are you doing anything?"

	"No."

	"Can we?"

	Bobby was at the dinner table.  He looked up and caught the
expression on his mother's face as she realized that he was talking to a
female.  "I don't know.  Maybe.  Did you have something in mind?"

	"I just want to get out of the house.  Momma's... entertaining."

	"Oh.  Okay, when?"

	"Soon?"

	"I... Okay.  How long?"

	"Until late?  Overnight, even?"

	"No promises," Bobby replied.  "The timing is, um, awkward.  I'll
call back, okay, Babe?"

	"Okay."

	"All right!" Arlene Beckwith burst out as Bobby hung up, "THAT was a
girl!"

	"Um, yeah.  Mom, did I mention that I had a date to Homecoming?"

	"No, you didn't, as a matter of fact!  Robert..."  She turned to
Bobby's father.

	"What?" the elder Beckwith male erupted.

	"Were you aware of this?"

	"No!"

	Arlene turned back to her son.  "Do you have a date or a girlfriend?"

	"Uh, a girlfriend..."

	"How long has this been going on?" Arlene asked archly.

	"Uhhh..."  Bobby did the math.  "About a month.  We, uh, got together
a couple of times before school started but the guys thought I ought to try
some other chicks, so I did -- but I kept going back...  We've been steady
about a month."

	"When were you going to bring her around?" Arlene pressed.

	"Soon..."

	"So what's wrong with her?" Arlene queried.

	"Nothing!"  It was a snap, accompanied by a glare.  Arlene was
somewhat taken aback by the vehemence!

	"Well, then...  What did she want?"  Arlene went low-key; clearly,
SOMETHING was up, but she wasn't going to make any inroads using direct
interrogation.

	"She wanted to know if I could take her out," Bobby related.

	"Does she do that a lot?"  'Is she a gold digger?' Arlene added to
herself.

	"This is the first time.  Her mother has someone over and she doesn't
want to stay at home," Bobby related.

	"Why don't you..."

	"Bring her here?  Great idea!" Bobby snarled sarcastically, rolling
his eyes.

	"Bobby!"

	"What do you expect, Arlene?  Giving him the third degree like that?"
Robert Sr. weighed in.

	"Fine.  YOU discuss this with him!"  Arlene got up in a huff and
headed for the kitchen.

	"Let's go outside," Robert suggested.  Bobby nodded and got up.

	Outside, they wandered to the driveway and leaned against Bobby's
car, relaxing for a moment before reopening the conversation.  "Your mother
is concerned about girls and sex," Robert began, whipping out a pocketknife
and using it to clean his nails.  "You're popular at school and girls will
try to attach themselves.  Some might offer sex -- and although I agree that
it's the greatest thing since sliced bread, the girl might not be."

	"We're not gonna have problems, Pop," Bobby sighed.

	"Oh?"

	"I already know about girls -- well, four or five, anyway."

	"No kidding?  Your mother will freak, but I'm impressed!" Robert eyed
his son.  "I was in college before I finally lost my cherry!"

	"It's all kinda recent -- it started just before school -- but, yeah,
I discovered girls and vice-versa.  Since then, there have been four or five
that I can think of, off the top of my head," Bobby related.

	"And you have a girlfriend."

	"Yeah," Bobby nodded, "And it isn't some deal where she offered
herself to get close to me.  We met at a party and it was kind of anonymous
-- and I had to hunt HER down and she hid from me for a couple of weeks."

	"Does she love you?"

	"Yeah..." Bobby continued to be troubled, "and she's hot and sweet,
but smart and level-headed...  Both of us have had sex elsewhere, so it isn't
that -- we're not infatuated or anything, I don't think..."

	"Come on -- out with it!" Robert pressed.

	"Mom's gonna freak -- she's black, Pop."

	Robert Senior tossed the knife away, erupting, "You dog, you!  DAMN!
No shit?  That's fucking GREAT!"

	Bobby looked at his father like he had two heads.  "Pop?"

	Robert Senior gathered himself and went hunting for the pocket knife.
"Do you have any idea how irritating the whole 'black superman' thing is?
Girls will do black guys just to see if it has any truth to it -- and, well,
sometimes it does, but a lot of times it doesn't.  But very few black girls
cross the line..."  Robert found the knife and tucked it away.  "When I was
your age, I had a thing for this black girl -- and back then, there just
wasn't anything I could do about it.  Black girls just didn't DO white guys
-- except maybe after money changed hands or during a rape -- so I had no
shot."

	Bobby was stunned.  "So you like black chicks?"

	"Some," Robert admitted.  "Your mother is peripherally aware of it, I
think, but it's never been an issue, if you know what I mean.  In a perfect
world, I'd like to try one -- but your mother wouldn't understand.  There is
swinging, but..."

	Bobby nodded.  "Guys understand swinging, and they understand sex
without strings, but girls have to be pushed -- or dragged -- generally."

	"You DO know a bit!" Robert approved.

	"Yeah, well, there have been some opportunities -- kind of a club.  I
might be able to explain the whole thing to YOU, Pop, but Mom would pop a
blood vessel, I think.  I can't let that happen," Bobby replied.  "It's one
of those things that's like the CIA -- if I told you, I'd have to kill you."

	Robert Sr. pursed his lips.  "Okay.  I suggest that you bring her
around.  If your story won't stand up on its own, I suggest the two of you
agree on something and practice it -- but we might as well nurse your mother
through the first shock."  He paused.  "I'd like to know more..."

	"Pop, I can't -- but I can ask that you be read in.  There is a price
to be paid -- we have to know that the secrets involved are gonna be kept,
and that means you're gonna have to provide some guarantees..." Bobby
related.

	"Sounds serious."

	"Well, it is and it isn't.  People could get hurt, seriously, if the
whole thing got out, despite the fact that there isn't anything terrible
about it.  It's more perception than reality," Bobby advised.

	"Let's get past the immediate problem," Robert decided.

	"Okay."

	"Go get your girlfriend.  Work out your cover story.  Bring her back
here and we'll get your mother past this thing."

	"Okay, Pop.  Pop?  Mom's gonna have to understand.  Remember that day
I came home right after the beginning of classes roughed up?  That was with
black guys -- over Trish.  I'm not dumping her."

	"I understand -- and I'll back you.  Go!"  Robert got up from leaning
on the car and waved Bobby into it, then headed back to the house.  "Arlene!
Do whatever it is you need to do -- Bobby's bringing his girlfriend home with
him!"

	"Oh, Gawd -- the house is a mess!  What did you two talk about?"
Arlene wailed

	"Bobby was concerned that no matter what happened, you would get
over-excited by the whole idea of him dating a girl.  I've spoken to him
about her and he's serious about her -- and they've both seen other people at
one point or another.  The girl isn't a gold digger -- Bobby more or less had
to pursue her.  Given what he's told me, you can ease your mind on that
score," Robert assured his wife.

	"When did he start dating?" Arlene wanted to know.

	"Over the summer.  I didn't get all of the details, but maybe it was
team events."

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	"I'm coming, Honey.  I've got good news and bad news..." Bobby
related to Trish over the phone.

	"Okay.  Bad news first, I guess," Trish sighed.

	"My folks want to meet you.  I was at the dinner table when you
called and Mom figured out that there was a girl involved..."

	"Oh, shit!  What do they know?"

	"Pop knows just about everything we can be honest about, but Mom only
knows there is a girl," Bobby related.

	"Your father knows..."

	"... That you're black?  Yes -- and he was REALLY cool about it!"
Bobby exulted.

	"Okay.  But your mother..."

	"She's high-strung.  She was gonna freak, anyway, which is why I
hadn't said anything -- chicken, I guess.  I have no idea what she's gonna
say about color -- you being a girl was going to be enough."

	"Okay, so I'll put something nice on..."

	"All night is probably out," Bobby sighed.

	"It will be nice when the new clubhouse is finished," Trish mused.

	"Yeah.  I'll call Toby -- I need to talk to him, anyway.  Maybe there
is a room we can use when we leave my house."

	"If things go bad, I think I'm gonna need it," Trish worried.

	"Mom will just have to deal with it," Bobby insisted, "I've ALREADY
got too much of me invested in you!"

	"Oh, Bobby!"

	"Just get ready!"

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	"Toby?"

	"Yeah?"

	"This is Bobby, Man.  Hey, look -- my dad is asking questions.  Mom
is, too, but I think we can put her off.  Dad might be interested in joining
-- but he'd have to drag Mom along to have a clear conscience, and she's,
well, high-strung..."

	"What have you told him?"

	"That I can't tell him."

	"Where are you?"

	"Going to pick up Trish.  My folks want to meet her -- that's what
melted things down.  Pop is cool with Trish, but Mom could do ANYTHING!"

	"Okay."  Toby heaved a sigh and updated Amy by the simple expedient
of grabbing her hand.  "You guys come by the new clubhouse..."  He related
the address and added, "We're not done but there are ALREADY more facilities
than there were at the old place -- except for the pool, I guess.  That's
closed for the winter, anyway."

	"Great!  Trish wants to go somewhere and snuggle after the big
introductions.  I guess her mom has a guy over..." Bobby related.

	Amy and Toby shared a glance.  <Oops!> Amy sighed mentally.  It had
all seemed so simple when she started this by sending Luis off, but the
snowball effect was a bitch!

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	Since Bobby had eaten, Trish stayed for dinner, then left with Bobby.
Lillian called Gabriel, but he couldn't get out.  Bobby and Trish headed for
the clubhouse and their meeting with Toby and Amy, carefully ironing the
wrinkles out of their official story en route.

	Meanwhile, the idea of having sex with Luis had settled in with
Phyllis.  Even before dinner she managed to sneak into her bedroom to make
sure it was ready for the evening and change into a tank top that was an
incitement to riot with her breasts swinging free underneath and a pair of
easy-access shorts.  Luis had a hard time doing anything but track those
humongous tetas with his eyes when Phyllis was in the room, which erected
Phyllis' nipples and brought on some anticipatory arousal.

	Trish couldn't wait to get out the door; Phyllis put the boys in
Lillian's care and led Luis off to her bedroom, where she pulled the top off
without ceremony and delivered herself into Luis' arms.  They were of a
height, but Phyllis probably outweighed Luis due to his compact, rangy
musculature.  Luis was clearly stronger, though; the mere feel of his arms
around her told her that.

	Luis kept having to shift his approach.  He'd arrived expecting the
interlude to be something like a visit to a whorehouse, and the initial phase
of things hadn't even looked that good -- but then Phyllis had abruptly
rolled over and started treating the evening as a date.  Now, with her in his
arms, the interlude was approaching romance -- should he kiss her?  Eh, why
not?  He brought his lips to hers and she accepted them and they moved
immediately to serious osculation.  He let his hands roam her back and ass
and got no complaints; clearly, she was there for his pleasure.  'What kind
of power does the red-haired witch hold over this one?' he wondered
distantly.

	What had really happened was a complex mixture of things.  Phyllis
had been positively dazed when this wiry Hispanic with slightly evil-looking
features had showed up on her doorstep, announcing that he was there to have
sex with her, but he grew on her while she waited for the telephone tree to
get back with a response.  Even his obvious anger provoked a reaction from
her.  When Louise rubbed her nose in the fact that she really needed the
attention, anyway, it cemented things for her -- there was no need to act
stupid and every reason to wring as much pleasure as she could from the
encounter.  When placating Luis put him totally off-guard, she realized that
his anger had its roots in an unending series of slights from women who
dismissed his unprepossessing looks, and that all she had to do to turn
things around was not follow the pattern.  Louise's description of his sexual
capabilities made him even more interesting; he might have proven them in
action, but she would have gone into the encounter expecting less and that
would have reduced the impact.  Now, she had smoothed things and they had all
night and just feeling his rangy musculature as he clutched her to him told
her that he would make love like the Energizer Bunny -- and she was looking
forward to it with eager anticipation!  Who gave a damn how he got there?

	Phyllis' huge tetas sagged -- if they didn't, it would have been a
sure sign that they were not real -- but a pair of rubbery nipples was poking
Luis in the middle of his ribcage.  Luis worked a hand up between himself and
the black woman and took one in his fingers and started twisting it gently
like he was tuning a radio and Phyllis moaned into his mouth in arousal so
obviously genuine that Luis' erection hardened to the texture of steel!
Grabbing a big handful of her ass, he crushed his cock against her pubic
mound.  Phyllis' clitoris was up and engorged and flashed fire to points all
over her body at the contact, while triggering a wash of wetness that
dampened the crotch of her panties.  She released Luis' lips so she could
pant, "Oh, Gawd..."  Luis shifted his lips to her neck, but it wouldn't last,
because Phyllis' next words were, "I want it!"

	She pushed him gently, and he allowed it, instinctively realizing
that a woman doesn't say what she'd just gasped into his ear and then push a
man away.  He was right, too -- Phyllis settled to her knees and started
fighting with Luis' belt.  Luis had changed from his habitual work boots to
shoes for the evening -- 'shit-kickers' with pointed toes and a bit of a heel
-- which he toed out of, now, while Phyllis fought with his jeans.  In
seconds, he was naked below the waist -- and Phyllis' soft fingers were
wrapped around his aching, swollen cock.

	Phyllis held the sinewy shaft in her hand while rubbing the pre-cum
that had oozed from the tip over the mushroom head with her thumb.  The thing
was... perfect!  It was plenty long and VERY hard and would undoubtedly find
every nook and cranny of her depths without bringing her pain.  She'd had
bigger -- Lillian's father, for one -- but they tended not to get as hard and
they tended to end up bringing her pain by pounding her cervix.  She moved
her thumb and rolled her lips over the fat mushroom head and Luis hissed in
pleasure, running his fingers through her tightly kinked hair and kneading
her scalp -- the sensations from which brought another wash of fluids from
her depths.

	Luis gasped, "We have all night?"  Phyllis nodded over his erection.
"Suck it."  Phyllis moved her hand and took in four inches of shaft.
"Aaaaahhhh!" Luis gasped.  Phyllis' lips were soft, and her tongue knew the
underside of a cock and her mouth was liquid heat -- he wasn't going to last
long!  Phyllis needed no guidance, but Luis needed something to do with his
hands, so he continued to massage her scalp, timing the movements to her
pattern of suction -- something Phyllis found to be almost unbearably
sensual.  Encouraged to provide even further effort, Phyllis did so, bringing
Luis rapidly to a boil...

	"I cum!" he gasped, "NOW!"  He didn't think to release Phyllis' head
-- and Phyllis didn't care -- she just sucked the product down without even
thinking about it.  Somehow, Luis didn't impale Phyllis' throat -- which was
an option for him, given what he understood of the situation.  Phyllis'
attitude was another matter and it just didn't seem smart, not that Luis
analyzed it rationally.  It just didn't seem like the thing to do to a woman
who had fed him and was doing a fine job of sucking his cock.

	Once he was done, though, he pulled her to her feet and jerked her
shorts down.  "Get naked!" he directed, and Phyllis got rid of her panties
while Luis whipped his shirt over his head.  Then he pushed her back to the
bed.  When the backs of her knees hit and she had to sit, he gathered her
legs before she had time to move.  Phyllis thought he was going to just slide
his cock into her -- and she was prepared for it -- but instead, he dropped
to his knees and stuck his face in her pussy!

	'There is NOTHING like the smell of wet pussy!' Luis thought as he
knelt up.  As women got older, it got more aromatic, but it still stirred the
blood...  He bored in, going directly to Phyllis' clitoris -- and Phyllis bit
a knuckle to keep from screaming!  She was on the ropes immediately, and in
less than fifteen seconds she grabbed Luis' head to keep him from going
anywhere while she thrashed and bucked and poured a flood of secretions onto
his face!

	She let go as she came down, and Luis chuckled, climbing to his feet.
"NOW, we fuck!" he announced, driving her back onto the bed so he could crawl
between her legs.  He pinned back Phyllis' knees, pressing them to her
shoulders, penning her breasts between them, crawled forward and pressed
himself home in her, experiencing no problems with lubrication at all as he
drove his cock in to the root.

	Phyllis grunted, "HUNNH!  OGOD!  YES!" and Luis set up a trip-hammer
stroke that was everything Phyllis expected it to be -- and more!  "OH,
BABY!!!  FUCK!  FUCK!"

	Luis bared his teeth in a carnivorous smile and proceeded to do just
that!  His pounding attack, positioned perfectly to rub Phyllis' G-spot on
every stroke, brought a second orgasm in under two minutes!  Luis pounded
right through it, but he erupted during her third peak, three minutes later.
Phyllis knew he'd done it -- she felt the pulses and the flood lubricated
things to the point that the urgency backed off a bit for a few seconds --
but Luis kept going, his pounding cock pushing the flood beyond her cervix
and pulling the remainder past her opening to drip on the bed, and in no
time, the rollercoaster was departing the start point again!

	This time, Luis lasted over fifteen minutes -- and Phyllis was wall-
eyed by the time he let up!  The second flood came in concert with what
Phyllis thought was her sixth orgasm -- but might have been her seventh --
she lost count!  All she knew was that when he collapsed atop her, she was
grateful, because she didn't have it in her to go on!  She was perfectly
happy to lie there with Luis atop her -- he wasn't heavy, in his relaxed
state, and he'd CLEARLY gone to sleep...

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	Meanwhile, Trish and Bobby, after a stop to check in with Toby and
Amy, a quick tour of the clubhouse, and some 'suggestions' as to how to
handle Bobby's parents, were just entering the lion's den.  "Looks like
they're here," Robert Sr. announced.  "Are you ready?"  He'd done what he
could to prepare Arlene without letting at least one cat out of the bag...

	"I'll go get the coffee..."  Arlene headed toward the kitchen.

	Robert Sr. found himself hoping that someone didn't get burned, but
the die was cast...  Opening the door, he waved the couple in and took
Trish's hand, saying, "You must be Trish.  I'd like to be able to say I'd
heard a lot about you, but it didn't happen that way."

	Trish smiled and nodded, unsure of how to reply.  Bobby's dad didn't
seem any too upset about her color -- just as Bobby had described.  That was
one down...

	Arlene came through the door from the kitchen carrying a tray, took
one look at Trish and froze.  Robert Sr. turned toward her, hoping that he
could catch the tray...  "You're b--!" she yelped, then spun on Robert Sr.,
accusing, "You knew!"

	"Well, only for a little bit," Robert Senior acknowledged.

	"Why didn't you...?"

	"I was hoping that the surprise might get you past some other
adjustments," Robert Sr. replied.

	"You mean if I made an ass of myself over her color, it might give
her the upper hand in general?" Arlene snarled.

	"Something like that," Robert Sr. eyed his wife coolly.

	The look Arlene gave her husband should have turned him to ash on the
spot, but didn't, somehow.  Still, he knew that he would pay for this...
Arlene gathered herself and placed the tray on the coffee table, eyeing her
son, "Now I know why you were so secretive -- and defensive.  Please sit,
Trish.  Welcome to our home."  She waved at the couch.  Seating herself, she
added, "How did you two get together?"

	"Trish came out to football camp at the end of the summer and was
helping out.  We just... clicked," Bobby produced the official story.  "Trish
was concerned about the whole race thing, so it took a couple of weeks to
convince her that I was serious, but..."

	Trish smiled, embarrassed, looking at the tray, thinking, 'Having sex
with him on the massage table might have had something to do with us
clicking...'  But there had been more than that, she knew.  Bobby had
admitted that when he exhibited an apparently unhealthy fascination with her,
Toby and the team had exposed Bobby to not one, but several other girls --
and it hadn't kept Bobby from hunting her down...

	Arlene sat eyeing the black girl.  She was hefty and had big breasts
-- and a big butt.  Undoubtedly, she was going to get even bigger -- and
Bobby had to know that.  "Are we the last ones to know?  Have your parents
met Bobby?"

	"Yes, Ma'am."  Trish dragged her brown eyes up to meet Bobby's
mother's blue ones.  "They've met.  Several times."

	'He knows, then -- undoubtedly, her mother is big...'  Arlene shifted
her regard to her son.  "I think you underestimated us.  I think you
underestimated ME!"

	Bobby looked uncomfortable.  "It was not thinking, mostly, not
anything deliberate.  But I did worry that you might be upset..."

	"That you have a girlfriend and you kept it from me?  Yes.  Over her
race?  No," Arlene insisted.

	"Prejudice is still out there," Robert Sr. noted, "They'll have some
difficulties.  But I think it is very adult of both of them to look past the
stereotypes."

	"I agree," Arlene noted.  Eyeing Bobby, she said, "Homecoming is
Friday, isn't it?  What were you going to do?"  She turned to Trish, "I
assume that he's taking you."

	"I am," Bobby retorted, a little miffed.  "What's the big deal?
We're going to a dance..."

	"When were you going to tell ME so I could get you proper clothing?
When were we going to discuss the things you should get for your date?"
Arlene asked archly.

	"Uuuhhh..."

	Arlene rolled her eyes and looked at Trish.  "Men!"  Trish burst into
giggles.

	Ten minutes later, the situation had polarized; it was females
against males, not couple against couple -- and as usual, the males were in
heavy weather.  Trish was under no delusions -- she was still being evaluated
-- but she wasn't operating under any handicap.  The men withdrew to the
driveway to regroup.

	"She's sweet," Robert Sr. ventured.

	"She's probably smarter than I am, Pop," Bobby sighed.

	"She's kind of..."

	"Big?"

	"Yeah."

	"It's never been a problem," Bobby passed it off.  "She's... fairly
athletic."

	Robert chuckled.  "Okay.  I probably shouldn't comment on..."

	"Her boobs?" Bobby grinned.

	"I was obvious, huh?"

	"Yeah.  Mom is probably gonna give you shit."  Bobby grinned.
"They're real sensitive, too.  Most girls would just slap your hand away, but
if you can get a hand on one and rub it a little, Trish will crawl right into
your lap..."

	Robert chuckled.  "THAT's a picture!"  He paused, then:  "About the
other thing..."

	"I can give you a name and a number," Bobby muttered, "But I don't
see Mom rolling over."

	"There are ways.  Your mother's stubbornness and temper CAN be used
against her."

	"Well...  I can't go far, here.  It's a club.  It's secret.  There
are members of all ages.  They cover themselves -- there is an initiation,
and when it's over, they'll have something to use to keep you quiet.  But
it's a good thing and nobody has ever wanted to rat it out that I know of."

	"So, a swing club?" Robert guessed.

	"Sorry, Pop.  I've hit the wall."  Bobby handed his father a slip of
paper.  "Call and arrange a meet, if you want."

	"Would you think less of me if...?"

	"...You didn't involve Mom?  That's your call, Pop.  I know how it
is."  The men headed back inside.

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