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Subj: "Kathy" Book III, Chapter 28 (M/F) (408 lines)
January 22, 1998

This is about the 37th section.  Although this is substantially more tame than
many postings on A.S.S.M., the usual disclaimers apply.

Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-commercial sites.  Please
inform me if you do so.

"Kathy"

(c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan.

Book III

Chapter 28

It was time to prepare for Susan's enrollment in high school.  Kathy reflected
on the events of the summer just past.  Reflecting on it, the summer was the
most pleasant she could remember.  It was exciting to get to know one's
daughter... and oneself.  She smiled, thinking of the fame they had achieved,
on the sports page for a change.

As a break from the academic tutoring she was doing, she and Susan had gone
out to the club one day to play tennis.  She had demonstrated the basic
strokes and they started hitting the ball back and forth.  The pace quickened
as she saw Susan improving dramatically with every stroke.  She developed a
vicious topspin drive in no time, lashing the ball into the corners of the
court, but always inside the chalk.  It had been a hot day, and Kathy called a
break to catch her breath.  She hit Susan with the flat of her racket when she
heard the girl murmur with a grin on her face, "The old lady's out of shape.
The legs always go first."  Kathy noticed with satisfaction that Susan was
breathing hard as she said it.

They found that the mother-daughter tournament was scheduled to begin in less
than an hour.  "Mom, could we enter?  For kicks?  You're too tough!"  She had
agreed and went to see the pro.  There was an open spot in the draw and he
wrote them in.  As she did, Kathy reflected that she and Susan had a running
athletic competition.  Inevitably, it was her experience against Susan's youth
-- their physical skills were about equal, but at a level far higher than
either realized.  Kathy looked down at her body.  Because of all the exercise,
she decided her physical condition and Susan's were perfect.

They met their two opponents in the first match.  The girl was about sixteen,
while her mother appeared to be in her forties.  While they had been waiting
for the match, Kathy had briefly reviewed doubles tactics with Susan, who
immediately understood the reasoning behind them.  Their opponents served
first.  The girl served to Kathy who hit a forehand smash down the center of
the court.  The girl, coming to net, could manage only a weak volley return
that Susan slammed into her feet for a winner.  The match was 6-0, 6-0.  In
fact, they swept the tournament without losing a game.  Kathy was proud of
Susan.  In response to a question, she claimed to have been playing tennis
since the age of six.  On the way home, Kathy kidded her about her answer.
Susan explained it.  "Six or sixteen: the difference is the one, right.  And
plus or minus one is pretty close, isn't it?"

Following their club win they went on to area matches and finally to the state
championships.  Perhaps because Kathy was so well known, perhaps because of
their shared beauty, the tourna ment -- usually reported in the microscopic
print on the sports' page with long lists of scores -- had some reporters and
photographers in attendance.  In the finals they met a team from Roanoke.  The
daughter was eighteen, and her mother was in her mid-thirties.  It was obvious
watching them warm up that they were very good and very experienced in
tournament play.  Susan served first.  Kathy thought they won the tournament
with that single serve.  Susan served to the girl who was receiving deep.  Her
serve came off her racket like a bullet and kicked up chalk as it hit in the
service box while moving at an angle sharply away from the girl.  She could
only watch it hit the screen behind the adjacent court.  In many ways, it was
a strange match.  Like the others it ended 6-0, 6-0, yet many of the points
and games were hard fought.  Their opponents were real ladies and
congratulated them warmly on their victory.  The girl expressed surprise she
had never met Susan on the state junior tournament circuit, because clearly
she was the best female junior she had ever seen.

As the mother and Kathy relaxed with drinks after the match, the woman
commented that she had never seen a mother-daughter pair like Susan and her.
"There's one thing I don't understand.  You're obviously her mother -- you two
look like twins -- but you can't be.  You look like her older sister.  And if
you'll forgive my jealousy, only slightly older.  How on earth did you do it?"
Kathy couldn't remember what she had replied but knew it was some double-talk
that seemed to satisfy the woman.  'Or else,' Kathy thought, 'she's just too
polite to pursue it.'  Their picture appeared in several Virginia newspapers
and it was played up big in Norfolk.  Susan was thrilled.  Kathy was concerned
that Susan might be recognized by some of Sylvia's former customers but
realized she had had little customer exposure, and all traces -- including her
nude photo on the bidding sheet -- had been destroyed.

As promised to Admiral Stark, she had been seen and examined by the best
gynecologist in the area.  She told him that she had been told as a teenager
by a physician that she could never have children.  The doctor gave her a
thorough examination.  He had a sense of humor and laughed when he saw the
now-faded stamp imprint.  When she was again fully dressed, he reviewed the
examination with her in his office.  "Mrs. Stark, we like to think of medicine
as a science.  To the extent we know certain things, it is.  However, there
are still far more things we don't yet know.  The process of conception is one
that we still don't know a great deal about.  Frankly, I see dozens of women
who are physiologically sound, whose husbands are potent, yet who fail to
conceive for whatever reasons.  Clearly, there must be a psychological or
neurological element involved, because it's not uncommon for a woman to give
up on ever having a baby, adopt one, and then become pregnant.  I will say
this, however: I don't know who the doctor was who said you could not have a
baby.  I do know I found absolutely nothing wrong with your reproductive
system.  He may turn out to be correct, but to do so he used astrology,
numerology, or something of that sort.  He did not use medical science.  He
could not have found anything that would make that a physical fact.

"I would add only one more thing.  It is rare that I get to examine a woman
who is as beautifully prepared for motherhood as you are.  Barring
complications, there should be no problems.  My only advice to you and your
husband is to keep trying.  Whenever you mention him, your eyes light up.  I
commented earlier on your...  markings.  I conclude you enjoy a very active
sex life and clearly you seem to enjoy it.  Continue to have fun trying to
make a baby."

'He's got that right!' Kathy thought.  'Just the thought of making love with
Ken makes me hurt.'  She realized that her fun with Susan had helped her get
through what would otherwise have been an unendurable separation.

Then her thoughts returned to a call she received from Sam Stark a few weeks
ago.  She recalled it vividly in her mind's eye.  "Kathy, it's Dad.  Remember
when you were up here, you turned around, bent over, and wanted me to kick you
in your brains?  Well, I was sure you just wanted me to admire that lovely
little rear of yours.  I was about to say so when I remembered you're the best
pistol shot in the state, and you're armed.  Anyway, if you think you sit on
your brains, I must be walking on mine!

"It appears that your husband was a real hero.  I'm still tracking down the
details, but here's what I have so far:  He was in command of one of those
river gunboats we were using out there and they were evacuating a group of
Vietnamese from an encircled village.  You were also correct on the timing.
It was when everything was coming unglued all at once.  At any rate, most of
his crew were ashore helping to organize the evacuation, and then all hell
broke loose.  North Vietnamese regulars attacked the village to try to
collapse the defense perimeter before they could evacuate.  A couple of Ken's
guys were hit, and they were all cut off.  He took a weapon and singlehandedly
fought his way to them and then got them out.  The flotilla commander had been
killed in the first attack, so even though he was wounded Ken took command of
the force.  They held off the enemy until the people he came for were boarded
and on their way to safety.

"Kathy, I'm trying to speak as an admiral and not as Ken's dad.  What he did
that day deserves a very big medal.  We're talking the Navy Cross or possibly
even the Medal of Honor.  Anyway, I don't know why Ken never said anything.
Perhaps it's because we left with our tail between our legs while he was still
in the hospital.  I don't know.  However, the record is being reconstructed
from various information sources, and we're trying to locate some
eyewitnesses.  We have names of guys who were there and we know where to look
for them, so it's only a matter of time.  Kathy, thank you.  I'll keep you
posted, and I'm glad your brain still works."

Kathy told him she had kept her part of the bargain and reported what she had
been told.  "So, Dad, it's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it.  Ken and I
will just have to work harder when he gets back!"

Finally, she thought back to the day she and Susan visited the State Police
barracks and saw Will Stockdale.  She had been greeted by the troop commander,
Captain Collins.  Lieutenant Pinkney, who had arranged the escort for Susan,
was there as well.

"Captain Collins, it's a real pleasure to meet you.  I have you to thank for
the escort to my apartment provided by Trooper Stockdale on my wedding night.
It was very thoughtful of you.  I'm afraid you've been hearing a great deal
about me over the last year or so, and not much of it could be good."

"Mrs. Stark... but may I call you Kathy?  Around here you're only known by
your first name.  There are so many Kathy stories floating around the
barracks, I couldn't count them.  They're all respectful and -- pardon me for
saying it -- loving.  I hope it's not too painful a memory for you, but I
remember vividly the morning last year that the call came over the police
radio net that 'Kathy's down.  Somebody shot Kathy.'  No last name, just
Kathy.  With Virginia law enforce ment that's all the identification you
need."  He finished with a warm smile.  "I don't believe I've had the
pleasure," he said turning toward Susan who had been listening to this senior
officer greet her mother with such respect and love.

"Captain, I'm very proud to introduce you to my daughter, Susan.  Susan was
the one who was injured when Lieutenant Pinkney provided the escort."

"How do you do, Susan?  It's a real pleasure!  I don't think you know this,
but the greatest pride we have had in our fellow officers was when we learned
a Norfolk policeman had killed that sadistic matron who shot at your mother.
You see, your mother spent a brilliant career making law enforcement agencies
look very good.  Mostly, we just stood around and cheered while she did our
job for us.  It was long overdue for us to do something for her.  Kathy, if it
wouldn't be too much trouble, could I see those famous badges I've heard so
much about?"  Kathy smiled ruefully and took them out.  Susan's eyes widened
as she saw the gold.  The captain looked at them carefully, looked at Susan
and smiled.  "Young lady, from the look on your face -- and on your mother's
-- you've never seen them before."  Susan shook her head.  The Captain looked
at Kathy with a question.  She nodded, and he handed them to Susan.

"Susan, as far as I know, those badges are unique.  Your mother is the only
law-enforcement officer with dual jurisdiction -- both State and Federal.
She's also the finest pistol shot in the state.  Kathy, I can tell you're
looking for someone, and it can only be Will Stockdale.  Am I right?"  Kathy
nodded.  "He's around somewhere, I'm sure.  Let's find him.

"I'm right here, Captain," said Will from behind.  "I'm delighted to see you
women here today.  He looked particularly at Susan.  "Miss Stark, if I may
say, you are looking particularly beautiful.  I'm so happy there were no
lasting effects.  We heard what had happened to you.  I shouldn't say this, I
suppose, but it's a good thing that woman is dead."  Turning to Kathy, he
said, "Now what can I do for you?"

"Will, could we go somewhere and talk?"  They found a quiet corner in the
troopers' lounge and sat down.  "Will, I have a problem I think you can help
me with.  You know how big a city Virginia Beach is.  You really need a car to
get around and Susan is starting high school next month.  She'll be a junior.
She just got her driver's license and...  Well, she drives like me."

"Kathy, are you serious?  Is she really that good?"

Kathy smiled and nodded.  "She really is -- probably better.  Why?"

"Well, ma'am, as you know -- but won't admit -- you're a legend around here.
And that most particularly includes your driving.  We have a training track
out back here.  Well, I asked the Captain if we could get you behind the wheel
of one of our cruisers.  He thought about it, but finally said no.  He said
you're too big a name in this state, and he wanted no embarrassment.  But if
Susan would be willing?...  If you'd let her?..."

"May I, Mom?  Please?  If the captain says it's all right?"

The captain said it was fine with him if Mrs. Stark approved.  Kathy nodded
and smiled at her daughter.  The whole troop off duty went out to the track.
Will fitted Susan with a crash helmet and a Nomex driving suit and drove her
around the track.  It combined a high-speed track with both a skid pad and a
slalom course.  First, Will drove the course with Susan riding beside him.
When they got back to the starting point, Susan prepared to make her run.
Kathy asked what the track record for the course was.  She had been observing
the car as Will had driven the course.  Turning to the Captain she asked, "Are
you a betting man?  I'll wager Susan breaks that record by at least one full
second.  If we lose, you and all your troopers who are off duty will be our
guests for dinner tonight.  If we win, you have to have us as your guests here
at the barracks."

"Kathy, did I hear you say you would buy food for this whole army at a good
restaurant, or we feed you what passes for food here?  Is that the bet?"
Kathy nodded.  "Then Kathy, it's a bet!"  He raised his voice, called the
troopers over, and explained the bet.  A couple of troopers ran to set up the
electronic timing equipment they would need.  Soon they were all ready.
Meanwhile, Will was busy making side bets with his buddies at very attractive
odds.  It was pointed out to him that the record holder had spent nearly three
years bringing the time down to its present level.  Will just nodded, smiled,
and took the bets.

When everything was set, a light ahead of Susan went from red to amber to
green.  At the instant the light changed, she was off with her rear tires
smoking from the wheel-spin.  Kathy watched impassively as Susan found the
perfect line on the banked track and took it with the cruiser running flat
out.  Jaws dropped as the cruiser roared around the track for the three laps
agreed, flew out onto the skid pad and executed the required maneuvers,
including a bootlegger's turn at very high speed.  Will muttered, "Damn!  I
forgot to bring out the speed gun!"  Finally, she roared through the slalom
while the cruiser rocked like a bathtub with its tires at the very limit of
their adhesion in spite of its special suspension designed to minimize body
roll.  She roared across the finish line, spun another 180 degree turn and
stopped on almost the precise spot from which she had started.

The captain had been watching in utter amazement.  He turned to Kathy and
asked, "How long has Susan been driving?"

Kathy grinned at him.  "I apologize, Captain.  That was a setup.  Will has
told me I'm pretty good.  Susan's only been driving for three months, but
she's probably better than I am.  She's very good with cars."

"How much did she beat it by?" the Captain called out.  The answer was by over
five full seconds.

Susan got out of the car and ran over to where they were standing, stopping
just long enough to shed her helmet and driving suit.  The Captain put out his
hand and shook hers.  "Susan, that was utterly amazing!  We're going to get a
plaque with the time on that run.  I know you're only in high school, *but*...
Young lady, we're always trying to recruit young women into police work.  Not
many are interested.  Of the few that are, some are unsuited.  Unfortunately,
too many of the remainder aren't very good.  You are *very* good!  If you ever
look for a job, there's one here for you."  He had another idea.  "Susan, have
you ever shot a pistol?"  She shook her head, no.  "Your mother is the finest
pistol shot alive.  She says you are good at all the things she's good at.
Would you like to shoot a few rounds on our pistol range?  Maybe your mother
would like to shoot, too?  Would you, Kathy?"

Kathy grinned.  "I was afraid you'd never ask!  I would love to.  Susan, would
you get that case from the back seat, please."  Susan came speeding back with
an aluminum carrying case in her hand.  They went to the pistol range where
they found the targets arranged in sets of three.  The targets would spin,
back to front, on a pivot controlled by the rangemaster.  At the start, there
were three black silhouettes.  When they spun so the shooter could see them,
they were combina tions of felons: targets to be shot, and civilians: not to
be shot.

They decided they would fire it from the draw position.  Kathy opened the case
Susan had brought.  In it were loaded cylinders for her LadySmith which
dropped in quickly to reload.  Kathy went first to show Susan how it was done.
She went out to the shooting position with her purse in her left hand.  After
putting on sound-absorbing ear protectors, she waved ready.  The targets spun:
all bad.  Her weapon sounded like a continuous thunderclap after a draw the
officers admitted they never saw.  Six bullets fired, two each into the ten
spot marking the heart location on the targets.  She continued in her unerring
fashion.  She came back to the line and reloaded the now-empty cylinders while
the targets were being scored.

Susan had been watching her mother's movements carefully.  She took the
unloaded weapon, and Kathy showed her the sighting patterns.  Then she put a
loaded cylinder in to get the feel.  Finally she was ready.  If there had been
videotapes made, the two images would have been duplicates.  When it was over,
she had lost to her mother by one point.  She had a single nine with all the
rest tens.

The Captain spoke to his troop.  "You have now seen a demonstration of how to
shoot this course.  We will forgive Miss Stark her miss.  After all, this is
the first time she has ever held a gun in her hand, let alone fired one.  Also
like her mother, she put two bullets into each target.  The other bullet was,
of course, a ten.  One bullet in the heart is as lethal as two, but then we
know Kathy -- and her daughter -- believe in being sure.  Susan, you shot the
highest score on this range ever!  We won't mention how your mother did.  I
hope this serves as a model to you men.  A girl fires this score within
minutes of holding a weapon in her hand for the first time.  It really isn't
so hard, is it?

"But now I have some bad news.  I made a wager with Kathy and lost.  Mother-
love triumphed.  She bet me that Susan could turn the track at least one full
second faster than the best previous recorded time.  You all know the results.
Therefore, the only honorable thing to do is to pay up.  Accordingly, under
the terms of our wager, we must host the two women at dinner here in the
barracks this evening!"  The troopers cheered, and the Captain turned to
Kathy, "There you see true Virginia gentlemen: paying a lost wager with a
cheer!"  He grinned at her and winked.

Kathy looked at him speculatively.  "Captain Collins, could I make a
confession?  I thought that something like this might happen, and I know that
the state doesn't go overboard on your food budget.  If you keep quiet, I've
made arrangements to have dinner tonight catered for you and your men.  It can
be canceled on a phone call, of course, but actually, I was planning to take
you and your men out to dinner in your own barracks.  May I still?  Please?"

"Kathy Stark, you are a piece of work!" Collins said with a grin.  "I wasn't
kidding when I spoke earlier about all the Kathy stories.  Collectively, they
are forming a legend.  Needless to say, you and Susan added to the legend this
afternoon.  We would be honored to accept your gracious hospitality."

Kathy found Susan talking with Will.  "Mother, do you know what Trooper
Stockdale has just done?"

Kathy grinned at them both.  "No, I don't know what Trooper Stockdale has just
done... but I can guess.  But Susan, I do think he'd like it better if you
called him Will, wouldn't you?"

"Susan, I would appreciate it very much if you would.  I call your mother
Kathy, and she isn't much older than you are.  May I call you Susan?"

"Of course, Will, and I would love it!" Susan replied, with a smile that just
about melted poor Will to the ground.

Kathy continued, "Back to your question.  I think Will has probably just about
cleaned out his barracks mates for the next couple of months or so.  Will, I
think it's only fair that you buy Susan a dinner sometime soon.  If you did
what I think you did, you cleaned up!"

"Kathy, it was unfair, I guess.  I know how you drive.  When you say Susan's
good, she's *good*!  Then o' course, they went double or nothing on the range,
some of them, and that's all she wrote!  Susan, it would be a great honor to
take you out to dinner.  After next payday, I expect to get about half the
barracks' entire pay, so any place at all."

"Will," Susan replied, "I would be truly delighted!  Please call and let me
know what date would be convenient."  She gave him another of her smiles.
Kathy recognized it as a duplicate of her own.

"Now that the business is taken care of, I would like to get back to our
conversation about Susan.  Will, do you agree that Susan's a bit better than
your average beginning driver?" Kathy asked.

"Ma'am, you're joshing me!  She could drive the tracks at Darlington,
Charlotte or Daytona, she's that good.  Yes, ma'am!  If it's got four wheels
and an engine, Susan can drive it!  And I'm not real sure she needs all four
wheels, either.  Susan, I've never seen that slalom driven better!  Now,
Kathy, what do you want me to do?"

"Will, I was thinking about a car.  I think Sue needs one to get to school.
It's not a question of money, but I don't want her looking all that different
from the other kids.  On the other hand, I can't stand anything mechanical
that doesn't work well... *very* well.  I want to get Susan a car that looks
like the basic high-school junkie, but good.  Do you think you can help?  I
know you have friends I suspect do this for a living.  Am I right?"

"I caught your drift at the beginning Kathy, and I've been thinking.  I want
Susan in a car that won't mess her up too much.  Air conditioning, for
example, understand?  I have an idea.  Mazda makes a car, the 323 GTX.  Now
it's a real pocket rocket, with a turbocharged engine, all-wheel drive, Recaro
seats, three spoilers on the rear -- the whole nine yards.  Now, what if you
bought one new?  I have friends that could take off the spoilers, paint it a
standard factory color, that sort of stuff.  It would look like Susan's
driving a 323 which is sort of an econobox.  Now, Kathy, make no mistake.
Susan would look like she's driving a new 323 you can pick up for less than
$10,000.  The additional work isn't much.  How does it sound?"

"Honey, how does it sound to you?" Kathy asked Susan.

"Mom, could we?  Really?  A car of my very own to drive to school?  Fantastic!
It sounds fantastic."

"Okay, Will.  It's a deal.  I'll order the car tomorrow.  Does it matter what
the original color is?"

"No, ma'am, but a light color would be good if they have one.  Now, the car
comes with some things like a sunroof, rear wiper, and the seats that aren't
available on a normal 323, but I don't think anyone will notice.  My friends
will deliver it back to you a week or ten days after they get it.  Okay?"

"Will, it's a deal!" Kathy said.  "Now, let's see about dinner, shall we?"

The dinner was a spectacular success.  Later, while driving home, Kathy said
to Susan, "That was beautiful driving, dear.  And beautiful shooting."

"I'm my mother's daughter!  What more can I say?" Susan responded.  "Mom,
you've been holding out on me.  At dinner I learned that you've killed three
men with that weapon in your purse.  At our table all they could talk about
was your shooting.  'Five shots fired.  Four in the heart, one in the brain.'
That's true, Mom, isn't it?"

"I'm afraid so.  I don't really know why I still carry that thing, but it's
been very useful.  Susan, how would you like one with a bra holster?"  They
both laughed at the thought.

	* * *

Kathy and Susan went together to meet the educationists at the high school.
They had an appointment with an assistant principal named James Worthington.
After they were shown into Mr. Worthington's office and took seats, Kathy
began, "Mr. Worthington, I've come in this morning to enroll my daughter,
Susan, as a junior in your school."

"That's fine, Mrs. Stark.  May I have a copy of the transcript from her
previous school?"

"Mr. Worthington, there is no previous school.  Susan has had private tutors
in the past.  She has decided that she would like to meet more young people so
she is enrolling in the public schools.  Now, what is the procedure?"

"Why, Mrs. Stark, this is highly irregular.  Surely, she has a transcript."

"From her tutor?  One could be prepared, I suppose, but it would look like no
transcript you've ever seen before.  Should we bother?"

"But... Well... How do we know Susan is equipped to do the work?  I mean...  "

"Why don't you give her an admissions test?" Kathy asked.

"Why that's ridiculous!  There are no admissions requirements.  This is a
public high school."

Kathy had had enough.  With her eyes blazing blue fire she declared, "Mr.
Worthington, you have three choices.  First, admit Susan as a junior and we
move ahead to discuss her course of study.  Second, give her an admissions
test.  Her scores will blow your mind and then we discuss her course of study.
Third, do not admit Susan.  Then I call the Governor and you think about where
you might be able to get a job next year while I go through this again with
your successor who is likely to be more agreeable.  Do you understand the
alternatives?"

He nodded, looking like the canary about to be eaten by the cat.

"Wonderful!" Kathy said.  "Now, which of the alternatives would you like to
pursue?"

"Admit her as a junior?" he said tremulously.  His statement was made to sound
like a question.

"That's great!  Now that Susan is a junior, let's talk about her courses,
shall we?  Oh, I will see that a transcript of her prior work is forwarded by
her tutor.  She will need it for her college applications."

On the way home, Susan looked at Kathy strangely.  "Mother, that was cruel.  I
have never seen you act mean to a living soul.  Ever!  Yet you terrorized that
poor man.  Why did you do it?"

Kathy looked thoughtful and finally responded, "Susan, there are certain
people I loathe.  Occasionally it shows.  Usually, when I don't like a person
I go out of my way to be extra nice.  But Mr. Worthington is in the first
group.  He stood between my beloved daughter and her education, an education
she underwent a brutal beating to try to get.  I'm sorry, Honey.  I blew my
stack.  Was I really that bad?"

Susan was giggling.  "I'm sorry, Mom, but he was in such terror!  And you are
so beautiful.  I think of the story of the Amazons.  It's just so funny,
remembering.  Mom, will Dad be home soon?  I can't wait to meet him."

"Very soon," Kathy answered.  "But, dear God, it can't be soon enough!  Susan,
you can't believe the extent of my love for your father.  I absolutely worship
the man.  But I guess you'll see that for yourself pretty soon."

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