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Chapter 50



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 50 of 57
Universe: The Pact
Summary: With Amy providing a feminine conscience, the boys clean up their
act somewhat and employ new recruiting methods -- at a new place.
Content: nosex rom

Chapter 50


	Carmela Ruiz sat on the sidelines along the wall, far from the dance
floor, her moon face dark with unhappiness.  "Well, we're here -- not that it
will do us any good," she said to Isobel Vega, who sat next to her.  She had
importuned her mother to put out the money for the obligatory black evening
dress, which displayed her expanse of high, soft cleavage -- but
unfortunately also revealed that the rest of her was definitely queen-sized.
Carmela was portly, and the dress was clearly stuffed full of young woman --
and where it left off, there was a considerable amount of heavy, rounded
thigh and calf to be seen.  One of her thick, yet shapely ankles sported a
bracelet above the black, Spanish buckled heels she wore on her pudgy but
well-shaped feet.

	"Let's make a pact to lie about it to our mothers when we go home,"
Isobel suggested, her long, aristocratic, but virtually chinless face even
longer than usual, her sad eyes dull and flat above cheeks cratered by old
acne pits.  "We don't want them to know what a waste of money these dresses
were."

	"Good idea," Carmela agreed.  "Let's go get something to drink."  She
stood and Isobel followed; they looked like Mutt and Jeff or Laurel and Hardy
heading for the beverage table, as Isobel was as lean as Carmela was portly
and bowlegged to boot.  She had a little round ass and teacup titties and
tended to strut and posture -- and it did her little if any good.

	They'd have been surprised if they'd been given to realize that they
were actually being watched...

	"Ruiz and Vega," Chuck Wilson noted.  "Joined at the hip as usual."

	Alonzo Perry nodded.  "No big surprise."

	"You know, I wonder if it would be worth it to try to bag one of
them..." Chuck mused.

	"You're shitting me, right?" Alonzo cocked an eyebrow.

	"Haven't you learned anything at the club?" Chuck asked.  "I'm not
looking for decorative -- well, not exactly, anyway.  Neither of them is
godawful -- but they're both a little desperate, I bet."

	"More like a LOT desperate!" Alonzo laughed.  "Are you talking a fuck
here, or something serious?"

	"I'd let them interview for serious," Chuck allowed.  "Either one of
them."

	"I'm off Hispanic chicks," Alonzo grunted.  "Well, except older ones,
maybe..."  'Too bad Marta is almost twice as old as I am,' he added to
himself.  "What's the plan?"

	"I'm thinking I'll drag them onto the dance floor, one by one, and
see which one will go the farthest," Chuck mused.  "Even if I pick one
tonight and find out she's a washout, the other one will come around
later..."

	"Hey, whatever," Alonzo mused.  "Thanks for reminding me, though,
about Grade B.  I'd forgotten all about the 'when you're second best, you try
harder' kind of thing."  He swept the room with his eyes and found Tina
Bettinger looking back.  Tina was a brunette with an easygoing, 'one of the
boys' type attitude, not much up top, but with a nice, rounded ass that oddly
looked better in pants than a dress.  The thick, muscular legs connected to
that ass were a bit bigger than they needed to be to support her torso, and
made her look a bit out of proportion.  She was into sports, both as a
competitor and as a spectator, and could become quite animated while
competing or watching an event.  The cool brown eyes under her thick eyebrows
regularly projected a reserved amusement that kept boys at bay.  Tina had
come to the dance alone -- which was typical for her.  She could probably get
a date -- lots of guys would like to be able to break through the wall she
put around herself -- but no one thought they had a shot, and for that
reason, she hadn't managed.  Actually, the reserve that protected her covered
a profound shyness; she could approach a guy more or less AS a guy and talk
about sports or other male-oriented subjects, but couldn't seem to let go and
be female in the presence of one.

	"There isn't any party at the club tonight, Man," Chuck reminded him.
"If you want to get it wet, you need to hunt down your own."

	"Yeah, for sure," Alonzo agreed.  Both of them had been more or less
living off the fat of the land -- and older women, in many cases.  The club
wasn't flush with new volunteers, either.  Apparently, it was time they
soloed...  "I'm gonna go hit up Tina and see if she'll dance."

	Chuck grunted.  "She probably will, but she'll want three other guys
around so nobody gets any ideas..."  Tina tended to run with a crowd, thereby
keeping individual males at bay.

	Alonzo shrugged.  "You can't win if you don't play..."

	"That's what I'm thinking," Chuck agreed, and with a nod the pair
parted company.

	Carmela nearly dropped her drink when a male voice asked, "Hey,
Carmela, how come you're not dancing?"  She nearly dropped it AGAIN when she
recognized Chuck Wilson!

	"N-nobody has asked!" she stammered.

	"I'm asking," Chuck retorted.  "Give Isobel your drink and your purse
and come on!"

	Carmela turned and shoved her drink and her purse at her girlfriend,
leaving her standing there blinking, looking vaguely like an animated coat
rack.

	"Make sure we can find you," Chuck admonished Isobel, "I'm taking you
out next!"

	As she was tugged onto the floor, Carmela related diffidently, "I
don't dance very well."

	"You probably do better than me," Chuck replied, "When the girls all
get up together and dance, you get some practice -- the guys don't DO that!"
This wasn't strictly true, perhaps -- Chuck's old girlfriend Jessica liked to
dance and liked to be seen dancing with Chuck, so he'd done some floor time
-- but not lately.  The tune was a fast one and half done already when they
reached a place on the floor where they could dance, but Chuck didn't intend
to turn Carmela loose after only one dance, anyway.  Instead, he watched
Carmela bounce and jiggle -- and she did plenty of both.  Chuck had learned
that he enjoyed that kind of thing watching Terence and little Bonita go at
it, and Miriam had added a touch component during a certain memorable ass-
fuck, and Wanda Samuels had only reinforced things.  Carmela would have been
surprised to find out that she was both in competition with her friend and
already way out in front.  What she DID know was that she was enjoying
herself -- her smile got bigger and brighter as the song wore on.  By the
middle of the second song, she was trying crazy stuff -- but was surprised
when Chuck reached out and whipped her around and pulled her back against him
in a 'dirty dancing' move.  She worried briefly about being sweaty -- but
Chuck didn't seem to mind.  They did a couple of other wild things, leaving
Carmela wildly excited when the third song -- a slow number -- came on.

	Carmela stopped, uncertain what to do.  Chuck wouldn't want to dance
slow, would he?  But Chuck asked, "You don't dance slow?"

	"I never have," Carmela admitted.

	"Nothing to it.  The trick is getting in close enough that you can
feel everything the other person is doing -- then you don't step on each
other."  Chuck's eyes glinted a bit above his grin.

	"I think maybe you are trying to get away with something..." Carmela
mused.

	Chuck shrugged.  "See if it doesn't work..."  He moved in close and
wrapped his arms around her, sliding a knee between hers.  Before she knew
it, they were moving in unison.  He slid both hands around her bare upper
back.

	Carmela looked up at him.  "You ARE trying to get away with
something!"

	"Tell me you hate it," Chuck retorted.

	Carmela put her head on his shoulder, thankful that her three inch
heels allowed her to do it.  They made her a bit clumsy, but she was doing
okay.  Chuck was right -- with his leg between hers, he knew where he was
going next from the pressure against the inside of her legs -- and besides,
they weren't doing anything challenging -- mostly rocking back and forth.
Chuck slid his hands down to her hips and pulled her tighter against him and
it seemed that they were welded together there -- and she was pretty sure she
knew what that hot, hard bulge was that pressed itself along the juncture of
her mound and her left thigh -- but Carmela was FAR from taking offense at
such a thing!  Instead, she got wet -- very wet -- below, and pressed her
puffy breasts against him, rubbing his back.  Her only concern at this point?
'I'm sweating like a pig!'

	Then it was over and Chuck released her, saying, "Let's go catch our
breaths and find Isobel."

	'Have I done something wrong?' went through Carmela's head, but Chuck
held her hand as he led her off the floor.

	Isobel was back at their remote table when they went looking for her.
She looked at Chuck bug-eyed, as if he'd grown two heads and muttered, "Hi,"
as he settled into a seat to her left, with Carmela beyond.

	"Thanks for watching things," Chuck ventured.

	"You are welcome..."

	Carmela felt a sudden twinge of jealousy at Chuck turning his
attention on Isobel -- but before the thought 'He's using me to get to her!'
fully formed in her mind, he was back, asking, "Did you have a good time out
there?"

	Caught flat-footed, Carmela replied, "Yes..."

	"Good.  We'll do it again," Chuck announced.  "I need a drink -- does
anyone need a refill?"  The girls had just gotten theirs when Chuck took
Carmela out and Isobel had been so busy watching them that she hadn't had
any.  Nonetheless, she put her hand over Carmela's before telling Chuck, "Not
yet, thank you."

	"I'll be back," Chuck announced, and headed off.

	"What was that all about?" Carmela asked.

	"Don't let him get you drinks," Isobel warned, "He could drug them
and take advantage of you!"

	Carmela looked back and nodded -- but she was thinking, 'He wouldn't
NEED drugs!'

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	'Caught!' flashed through Tina Bettinger's brain as she locked eyes
with Alonzo -- but he turned away to speak to Chuck Wilson after a moment, so
she decided that she was safe.  The boys were staying away, repelled by
something or other, as usual -- and while it eased her fears, it wasn't as if
she was enjoying standing there, watching others having fun...

	She was passing the time, talking to Sherry Neilson, when suddenly, a
male voice asked, "Hey, Tina, why aren't you dancing?"

	Tina jumped a foot and spun to discover Alonzo standing there.
Caught flat-footed, she mumbled, "Nobody asked..."

	"I am.  Come on!"  Alonzo gave her hand a tug.  He was pleased with
himself -- Chuck's line had worked perfectly on Carmela and Alonzo had been
in earshot, so it replaced the lame "Do you wanna dance?" he'd been planning
on whipping on Tina.  The question put the ball in the girl's court -- but
they didn't seem to be able to catch, so they passed it right back without
thinking...

	Tina was on the dance floor before she realized it, nearly spilling
the drink she'd been carrying.  "Hey, wait!"

	Alonzo, not wanting to lose control of things and seeing an
opportunity to make sure that Sherry didn't become a problem, took Tina's
drink and shoved it into Sherry's free hand, saying, "Here -- watch this for
her, will ya?"  Sherry stood there, blinking, a cup in each hand, and Alonzo
resumed tugging a bewildered Tina onto the floor.

	And then they were dancing.  Since Tina really WANTED to dance with
Alonzo, it would be stupid to put up a fuss, so she capitulated and began to
dance.  How she'd gotten there was still a blur, but did that matter?  It
must have been that look they'd shared...  Tina worried that she'd totally
outed herself -- she thought the hunky half-Puerto Rican half-black football
player was VERY hot, but she couldn't EVEN tell him and he hadn't seemed to
have any interest, anyway.  Here they were, though...  Tina's secret was that
football had NOTHING to do with her interest in Alonzo; Mrs. Farragut, the
English teacher, had embarrassed Alonzo in class on a couple of occasions by
reading aloud excerpts from his assignments that made him appear to be a very
romantic person -- and THAT was what had captured Tina's attention.  Tina
related to boys using sports -- but they were her defense against intimacy,
not a means by which to approach her closely.  The keys to her heart were a
secret -- but Alonzo might just hold them...

	Alonzo was on his 'A' game.  Knowing that Tina was skittish, he
didn't take Chuck's approach.  Instead, he took things slowly, but
confidently, not trying any 'dirty dancing' moves or invading her space too
deeply but making the occasional touch in areas that were less than
threatening.  When the slow dancing started, Alonzo didn't rush in and try to
fit himself against Tina, but rather put his hands on her hips and didn't go
wild on her.  Tina would dance dirty with him and she would cling to him and
attempt to merge with him -- but it wouldn't be tonight, and it wouldn't be
until she had some confidence in Alonzo.  If they became a couple, Alonzo
fully expected Tina to become a wild child -- but it would be with him and
with him alone.  Oh, she was a party animal and might get a little crazy in
public -- but again, it would be against a backstop -- him.

	Alonzo was well aware that Tina was feeling a little threatened, even
while enjoying his attentions.  As the second slow dance in a row began, he
could almost feel her nerving herself up to come out with something inane
like, "So, how about those Lakers?"  After that, things would go one of two
ways -- they would talk sports and the wall would go up or he would pass it
off and she would try to shift her attention to someone who was interested in
carrying on the conversation -- and away from him.

	That being the case, it was up to him to make the next move.  That
could be hairy -- but he had to say SOMETHING and it couldn't be about
sports...  After a moment's thought, he beat her to the draw by murmuring, "I
love your hair -- those little pearls make it look like you stuck your head
into the wind and collected stardust..."

	Tina had her hair pinned up in a style that cascaded from the right
side of her head but was pulled back on the left, and pinned in place with
pins with tiny false pearl heads.  Catching her as he did, just nerving
herself to put up a wall between them, he hit her right between the eyes with
the compliment.  She stared up at him, wide-eyed, her mouth open, only moving
automatically because his hands were on her hips.

	The results of his effort were a little scary to Alonzo, but he just
smiled down at her and waited.  After a moment, she closed her mouth and
said, "Thank you" -- and pressed herself close to him, tucking her head into
his shoulder to hide her embarrassment at being caught short.

	The net effect of all this, of course, was that they were now dancing
closer...  Alonzo took advantage of her move by holding her closer and
rubbing her bare back -- the dress was strapless.  He still took no undue
advantage, however, knowing that Tina wouldn't handle it well.  He held her
close until they finished the dance, then led her back to Sherry, saying,
"I'm going to get something to drink, then I'll be back..."

	"You guys looked pretty tight that last dance!" Sherry exclaimed.
"What happened?"

	"He, well, I don't know, for sure.  He keeps coming out of
nowhere..." Tina mused.

	"So he's grabby?"

	"No, I embarrassed myself and I cuddled up to hide my face -- and he
just didn't seem to see any reason to back off," Tina mused.  "I didn't,
either, I guess."

	"Yeah, okay, but Alonzo?" Sherry prompted.

	"What's wrong with Alonzo?" Tina flared.

	"Uh, jeez, nothing, I guess," Sherry backpedaled.

	"Good!"  Tina glared around the room, but no one was looking at her.
Sherry decided that pointing out that Alonzo wasn't exactly white wasn't a
good idea.

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	Chuck returned from the beverage table before Alonzo set out; Alonzo
and Tina were still dancing when he returned to Carmela and Isobel.  "So, are
you having fun?" he asked.  Isobel just looked at him, but Carmela replied,
"Yes."  'I am now!' was the thought going through her head, but she didn't
voice it.

	Things hadn't changed for Isobel, however, so Chuck zeroed in on
that.  "I guess you're not."

	"Well, I'm not dancing..." Isobel replied.

	"We can fix that," Chuck replied confidently.  Dropping his cup on
the table, he collected Isobel's hand, "Come on!"  Isobel, shock making her
look like a gaffed fish, let him tug her from her chair and onto the floor
just as a fast dance began.

	From Chuck's perspective, the swap worked perfectly.  Isobel settled
down almost immediately and began to dance -- but a look over at the table
revealed that Carmela wasn't all that happy.  Well, there was only one of
him, and if the pair got into competition, Chuck would be the winner.
Fortunately, the dance cycle was similar to what Chuck had with Carmela,
which gave Chuck and Isobel one fast dance to settle in, one fast dance to
try something a little daring, and a slow dance that allowed Chuck to see
what Isobel would let him get away with -- which was quite a bit, actually.
Isobel was arguably the better dancer, and she lit up and became vivacious --
but it didn't help her with Chuck; for him, something was missing.  He
couldn't put his finger on it, but Carmela had it and Isobel didn't.  Well,
that was okay -- the interlude with Isobel made her happy, and Chuck could
tell by the look on her face that when Carmela got her next chance, she would
be aggressive about it.

	The song ended and Chuck delivered Isobel to the table -- but as
before, the next song was a slow one.  Chuck decided not to waste it, putting
out his hand and saying, "Carmela?"

	Carmela bumped the table a good one rushing to rise and take Chuck's
hand, nearly spilling the drinks.  Isobel was still pleased with things, not
having sat through several songs without a dance partner, so the exchange
went smoothly -- and Carmela immediately closed in tight.  Her crotch seemed
to be glued to his erection and she rubbed his back -- but kissing him on the
neck was a dead giveaway!  Chuck almost laughed as he returned the favor and
listened to her soft moans of pleasure.  'Somebody is going for it!' he
thought.  He let his hand drift over Carmela's sizeable ass -- and she
reacted not at all...

	Carmela had watched Chuck and Isobel with some consternation -- her
girlfriend was stealing her man!  Maybe it wasn't as simple as that -- maybe
she'd just had her shot and failed -- but as she watched Isobel dance with
Chuck, she couldn't help but make comparisons -- and jealousy flared.  Isobel
danced better and her long, slightly prune-face lit and she started smiling
and showing her buck teeth and Carmela sorrowfully began to wave goodbye to
her momentary happiness.  Chuck had moved on...

	But he hadn't!  He delivered Isobel to the table after one slow dance
and called for Carmela!  'I may not be as pretty or as skinny as Isobel, but
there are other things!' Carmela promised herself.  'I will let him know that
his attentions are welcome!'  She withheld nothing, moving in close and
pressing herself against him -- especially that hard bulge in his pants --
and let his hands roam freely while hers rubbed his back.  Did he want to
play with her butt?  Huh!  He would be the first!  Would she stop him?
Absolutely not!  He smelled wonderful -- was it cologne?  Getting brave, she
lipped his neck.

	The response was immediate -- his lips drifted over her neck, causing
mild worry that it was sweaty mixed with a groan at the goose bumps the
action raised.  Carmela resolved, 'He must NOT go to Isobel!  What can I do?'

	What Carmela didn't know was that Isobel was out of play!  Not only
had Chuck made his choice, but someone had come along after they left for the
dance floor and collected Isobel, and she was dancing a few feet away!  With
her face tucked into Chuck's neck, though, Carmela wasn't going to notice
that...

	Chuck did, though.  It simplified things, so he was well-pleased.  In
the meantime, Carmela was sticking to him like glue, which worked for him
just fine...

	The song ended, to be replaced by a faster tune.  Chuck held onto
Carmela and they began to move to the faster beat, separating but staying
close.  That's when Carmela discovered that Isobel wasn't at their table and
began looking around for her.  Isobel was up, dancing with another boy!
Perfect!  'Now we are no longer in competition!' Carmela realized, 'He's
MINE!'  The realization that she still had to hold onto him followed
immediately, but didn't crush her enthusiasm.  'I can do this...'  They
shifted to some of the more salacious moves, duplicating those of several
couples around them.  Chuck wanted to rub that hard lump in his pants in the
crack of her ass?  No problem!  The fact that most of the other couples were
just pretending didn't bother Carmela a bit, either.  A sweep of his hand
that was supposed to look like he'd touched her breasts became the real thing
-- and Carmela didn't complain.  Yes, she was acting slutty -- but the
benefits outweighed the risks.  Carmela seldom got any opportunity to act
wild -- but on this night she had the opportunity and she had PLENTY of
motive so she let herself go...

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

	Meanwhile, Tina and Alonzo were trying conversation -- and were in
heavy weather.  Tina, not wanting to push Alonzo away, avoided sports -- but
she was habituated, and really didn't have much else to go with.  Alonzo had
NOTHING -- and was aware of it.  Sherry sat watching, waiting for the whole
thing to collapse so she could say, 'I told you so!'  Finally, Tina ventured,
"So, you like my hairdo?"

	"Yes," Alonzo agreed.  "It wouldn't do for everyday, I don't think,
but it is beautiful under the lights.  The little pearls are very pretty and
it exposes your neck on that side in a very, um, vulnerable manner -- and the
little wisps that have escaped from the pins add to that..."

	Sherry's eyes got as big as saucers!  THAT -- from a jock?  She
flicked a surprised glance at Tina -- but Tina was busy...

	Tina was smiling brightly.  "Really?"

	"Oh, yes!" Alonzo nodded, thinking, 'I sound like a hairdresser --
but she's eating it up!  Besides, it's true -- I'd LOVE to kiss that neck...'
"It's... beautiful -- not that you aren't beautiful already..."

	Tina giggled.  "I had no idea that you were such a charmer!"

	"I'm just telling the truth!" Alonzo disparaged.

	"Oh, come on!  I'm just one of the guys, most of the time!" Tina
chided.

	Alonzo leaned in and locked eyes with her and said with great
sincerity, "No one I know of has EVER mistaken you for a guy."

	Tina blushed from her hairline to the tops of her breasts as the
shock washed through her, bringing an electric prickle.  Alonzo's eyes seemed
to glow -- and she got wet looking into them!  She took a breath, but could
find nothing to say...

	"One of the most wonderful things about you is the fact that you do
not seem to realize how beautiful -- how desirable -- you are!" Alonzo
insisted passionately, then stopped and cocked his head.  "But there is a
reason for that, I think..."

	Tina sat frozen, her mouth open in shock!  One good stab and poof!
The walls were down!  He was looking at her defenses from the inside!  "I--
I..."

	Alonzo reached out and cradled her neck in his hand and said, "I am
the LAST person you need to fear..."

	"Wow!" Sherry erupted.

	Alonzo frowned.  Tina didn't even look away from him as she croaked,
"Go away, Sherry."

	"Maybe I should hang out," Sherry insisted, "You might need shark
repellent!"

	"I don't WANT shark repellent!" Tina husked.  "Go away -- or be quiet
-- one or the other!"  To Alonzo, she whispered, "I'm not beautiful."

	"You know better," Alonzo replied.  "Besides, beauty is in the eye of
the beholder -- and in MY opinion..."

	"I'm all out of proportion," Tina insisted.

	"You mean you're different?  So?  I tell you what, when you wear
pants, I could follow you up and down the hallways all day long..." Alonzo
insisted.

	They were leaning closer and closer.  'Oh, God, I think they're gonna
kiss!' Sherry gasped to herself.  'Then again, if he was looking at me like
that and saying those things...'  Sherry's parents would KILL her if they
caught her with a boy who wasn't white, but Alonzo had it going on...

	Tina was nonplussed.  "You like my ass?"

	"Love it!"

	"And my big legs?"

	"They are athletic.  That's not a bad thing..."  The implication that
sex was a somewhat athletic activity hung out there without being touched by
either of them.

	"I'm not big on top..." Tina pointed out.  They were inches apart,
seeing nothing but each other's faces.

	"More than a handful is a waste..."  Alonzo bored in.

	"Mmmmmph."  Tina grunted softly as their lips made contact, and then
opened her mouth.  Alonzo's tongue slid right in and began wrestling with
hers.  Everything else slipped away...

	Sherry sat back, sighing.  'I feel like a Peeping Tom,' she thought.
'Who knew that Alonzo had it going on!'  She sat looking around, wondering
who would notice that Tina had shed her reserve and was actually kissing a
guy!  Well, after a couple of minutes, someone did...

	Leaning forward, Sherry tapped Alonzo.  "Wakey wakey!  Trouble at two
o'clock!  Mrs. Carmody is coming!"  The assistant principal was bearing down
on the table, having been attracted by 'inappropriate behavior.'

	"Huh?  Oh.  Thanks, Sherry!  Come on, let's dance!" Alonzo proved
himself to be quick on the uptake.  He and Tina headed for the floor, where
there was a fast dance in progress; Mrs. Carmody, seeing that the situation
had resolved itself, went off to look in on some others...

	... And prominent on that list were Chuck and Carmela.  "Hey!  You
two!  Keep it clean!" Mrs. Carmody announced herself from within inches of
the couple.

	"Oops!  Sorry!"  Chuck grinned unrepentantly but backed off.  Carmela
actually glared at the assistant principal.

	"Not at school!" Mrs. Carmody waved a finger at both of them.

	"Yes, Ma'am."  Carmela was as close to surly around authority as she
got.

	Mrs. Carmody rounded on her.  "What would your mother say?"

	Carmela leaned in close and whispered, "She would say, 'Good!  You've
found a man!'  THAT's what she would say!"

	Mrs. Carmody grunted.  "I doubt it.  You keep those moves for the
Dance Machine, not Homecoming."  She waved her finger at Chuck again and
headed off.

	"Spoilsport!" Carmela snarled at Mrs. Carmody's retreating back.

	"Well, we were getting a little wild," Chuck grinned.

	"I want to BE wild!" Carmela insisted.  "Chuck, do you like me?"

	"Of course."  Chuck looked around shrugging, transmitting, 'Would I
be here if I didn't?' without saying it.

	"No, I mean do you REALLY like me?"

	Chuck recognized the question for what it was.  He could say, 'Oh,
sure!' -- but Carmela would assume that he just wanted in her panties.  Well,
maybe he did -- but chances were that he wanted to visit more than once --
and that took a different approach.  Taking her hand, he said, "Let's go out
on the patio where it is quieter."

	Carmela nodded and let him lead -- this seemed to be the way things
ought to go.  They threaded their way to the table, where Carmela collected
her purse from under Isobel's chair, then headed out to the patio.  She
didn't bother to look inside it -- other than her student ID and some makeup,
there was nothing in it -- her money was in Isobel's car.  Outside, on the
patio, there were a couple of guys smoking and a couple of couples kissing.
Someone murmured, "They show up about every five minutes."

	Chuck pulled Carmela into a corner, "What are you asking?"

	"I..."  Carmela couldn't go there.  Sex didn't scare her; she'd been
quite fetching at twelve, before she began to bulk up, and had been the apple
of Uncle Ramon's eye during a visit to relatives in Puerto Rico.  Uncle Ramon
had been gentle and romantic and persuasive -- and quite satisfactory.
Nearly six years later, sex was MORE than welcome.  But it wasn't JUST about
sex...

	"Is this about dating, maybe?" Chuck asked.  Carmela nodded, wide-
eyed.  "Are you maybe worried that after dragging you all over the dance
floor and nearly having sex with you there, I might pretend I don't know you
tomorrow?"  Carmela licked her lower lip, regarding him with glowing eyes and
wondering if he could read minds.  "Are you wondering if we go further than
we have, will I be serious about it or just looking to put a notch in my
gunbelt?"  Carmela held her breath, looking up at him, and finally nodded.

	Chuck sighed.  "Those are all good questions.  Some of them could be
hard to answer, but I don't think they are.  Yeah, I like you.  You were
gutsy out there and I like that.  Maybe we went too far, and maybe it seems
like I might disrespect you, but we were having fun and I didn't see the harm
in getting a little wild.  I'll be honest -- at the start, I didn't know
whether I wanted you or Isobel -- and I didn't know what for, exactly.  But
when I took Isobel back to the table, she already wasn't in the running --
there's just no chemistry.  If you're acting wild because you think you have
to, don't -- you don't have to.  We'll go out again.  If you're acting wild
because you feel like acting wild, go for it.  How am I doing?"

	"Oh, oh, oh!"  Chuck found himself backed against the wall while
Carmela pressed herself to him -- crying, apparently.  He rubbed her wide
back and let her get his shirt collar wet.  He enjoyed himself -- she was
soft and pliable, but not mushy.  After she'd sobbed for a while, she
whispered in his ear, "I want to be wild tonight, Chuck.  I want to be REALLY
wild..."

	"Carmody!" somebody hissed.

	"DAMN!" Chuck erupted, and dragged Carmela off him.  Taking her by
the hand, he led her to a picnic table and sat on the table while leading her
to an attached bench.

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