Date: Sun, 26 Jun 2011 12:35:00 -0700
From: Flip McHooter <1977.flip@gmail.com>
Subject: So Cal Summer-1969 Chapter 9

The story below is a work of fiction, except for the location. This story
contains explicit sexual situations between high school aged boys, (and
some girls). If this is illegal, etc., well you know the drill.

Also, because it's based in the past, some of it may not be politically
correct as I have tried to be true to the time period.

Thanks to everybody who has emailed me. I really enjoy all of the feedback!
1977.flip@gmail.com


Chapter 9

We rode our bikes out the back gates of the high school, past the empty
tennis courts and into the shady glen of Victory Park. The old oak trees
with their big leafy branches had made the vast park cool, dark and
refreshing, especially on a hot and smoggy day like it was today. There
were a few people out, mostly kids playing over in the sandy playground,
but by now it was just too darn hot for even them to be running around. It
was surprisingly quiet, save for a dog barking in the distance. Once we hit
the grass, I told Jake to get off his bike so we could walk for a little
while in the shade. We didn't have to meet Lisa and Jordan for about an
hour.

"Hey Jake, hang on. Let's walk our bikes under these oak trees, where it's
shady and cooler. We can cut across the grass over there to the other side
by the old rose garden, and then go down that other street over to
Wiggy's," I said pointing to the other side of the park. Changing the
subject, I said, "Man, that talk with Coach Brian was crazy. Who would have
thought a coach would be all sexy like that?"

"No shit, Batman! I couldn't believe he just told us that he had sex with
another guy. And the part where he said he licked another guy's butthole!
Oh man, I couldn't believe it. My dick got so freakin' hard, he must have
noticed, `cause I was squirming around in my chair like crazy. Couldn't he
get into a lot of trouble for talking with us about all of that sex stuff?
I mean he seems like a nice guy and everything, but I wouldn't want to see
him get fired for doing something like that just because we asked some sex
questions to help us out."

"I guess he could, although I think that even though we were at school,
technically school wasn't in session. And besides, who are we gonna tell?
`Hey Dad, guess what? Coach just told us about licking each other's
buttholes!' Yeah, right," I joked and we both started cracking up.

"I'm just glad that he took a risk and told us some of those things that we
needed to be aware of. And the sex stuff! Man, I got so horned up sitting
in his office that I thought I was going to blow my load all over the
inside of my shorts," I said laughing. "My dick was leaking so badly that
he could probably smell it!"

"Me too. My dick was rock hard. When he told us about the porno theater I
thought my dick was going to rip a hole through my shorts! I knew they made
porno movies, because we had some theaters down the street from our old
apartment, and me and my school friends used to walk by and look at the
posters. They always showed girls with big tits and lots of lipstick on
them, but they never showed any of the naked guys. I wonder why not?
Anyway, I always wanted to check the guy's equipment out to see how big
their dicks were. I never knew that they made movies of just guys having
sex with each other. That sounds so hot. And they get paid for it,
too. What do you think the guys do in those movies? The same stuff that
we've been doing, or do you think that they do some other stuff, too?" Jake
asked.

"I don't really know. I guess they do some other stuff, but I'm not sure
what it is. But I bet their cocks and balls are probably really big and
hairy and they shoot huge loads of cum! You know what? What we've been
doing has been really hot and I really like it! We've gotta keep doing it
and figure out what those guys do, too.

"And you know what else, now that I think about it? The older guys at my
school used to pick on some of the wimpy kids and call them butt
fuckers. Do you think that it's possible to actually stick your dick up
somebody's asshole and buttfuck them?" I asked.

"I guess you could." We stopped walking the bikes, our minds spinning
around like a science project trying to think about how the mechanics of
that might work and if it would feel good or not. After a minute, he said
quietly, "This is weird, so don't laugh, OK? Sometimes my turds are as big
as my dick, so I'm guessing that what goes out can also go in. But I don't
know. That seems kind of strange. What do you think? Do you think it's
possible?"

"I guess it's possible. Between you and me, one time when I shit out a
really big one it felt sorta good and I boned up. You think that's normal?"

"Yeah, that happened to me a couple times too. I don't think that's a big
deal. I mean, taking a dump isn't sexy but I can see how all that plumbing
in there is kinda connected `cause it's all so close together. One time I
heard some guys at school talking in the locker room about something they
called a `pro state'. I thought they were talking about a baseball
tournament but then they said that it helps your balls make juice, and that
this pro state thing is up in your butt hole someplace, maybe kinda like a
girls clit, but different. Maybe that's what made you bone up when you
pooped."

"I guess," I said, starting to walk again pushing my bike. "Do you think
having a hard cock up your ass would hurt, or do you think it would feel
good like fucking a girl?"

"Yeah, it just might feel good. But maybe if it was pushed in gently and it
went in real slow and you slapped some shampoo or lotion all over your dick
first to make it slippery, it just might go in and not hurt so much. Maybe
we should ask my sister, I'm sure she knows. She's probably done it a
hundred times. Anyway, as weird as this conversation is, I've got a boner
again. Look!" Jake pushed his bike back and stuck out his crotch towards
me, his hard dick poking out the bottom of his dark blue shorts again, just
like the day that we met.

"Man. You gotta watch out. What if someone sees you? Thank goodness it's so
hot no one's around. I think that this is what Coach was trying to tell us
about, to be careful and not get caught," I said, looking around. "Let's go
over there inside that baseball dug-out. I don't see anybody around here,
and I don't think anybody could see us inside there in the shade, `cause
it's so dark. And we can still see out if anybody is coming."

We plopped our bikes in the dirt and walked inside and over to the shady
part of the dug-out all of the way in to the back. I double checked one
more time that no one was around so I grabbed Jake by the shoulders and
turned him around facing me. Man, he was on fire! His body was so hot to
the touch and some of his light brown curls were sticking to his tan
forehead. I moved in and unbuttoned his shorts, reached in and grabbed his
throbbing cock and pulled it up so that it was sticking straight up,
managing to stroke it a half dozen times or so `cause it was so much fun to
play with.

Giving it a few more strokes, I stopped and said, "See, this is what you
should do when you get a boner. Pull it straight up towards your belly
button and then it won't be so noticeable to everybody when you got a
boner. And if it starts leaking dick juice it will just puddle up and run
into your pubes."

"OK. All right, Dad" he said grumpily. Then, changing his tune he asked me,
"You think we can suck each other off in here if we do it real fast?"

"Yeah maybe, but we have to do it really, really fast and whoever is
getting sucked has to be on the look-out, OK?"

"Here, sit down on the bench and let me stick my cock in your mouth. I
can't wait any longer. I'll let you know if I see or hear anybody coming
around. I'm so horny it'll only take me a second to blow anyway. And I love
it when you suck my hot cum out of my dick!" He said smiling at me.

"OK, but you better be watching out. What happens if someone sees us, or
especially if it's someone that we know? As much as I love eating your
dick, I really don't want someone to see me with a mouthful of your
dripping boner!"

"Yeah, you're right. OK. But let's hurry it up. I don't think that I can
hold my sperm inside my balls for much longer."

"One more condition. Dude, you have got to get some bigger shorts! Pretty
soon your balls are going to be hanging out the bottom of these all of the
time! And then you'll be tripping all over them, and then you'll have to
scotch tape them to your leg!"

"I know, I know. These shorts are so tight they're starting to hurt,
too. Maybe I can get Mom to give me some money and get Lisa to take me to
Sears or Penny's if they have one around here to get some new threads."

"I can come with you if you want some help," I said.

"Sure, that would be great. I wish I had enough money to buy one of those
leather vests with that dangly fringe stuff that looks so cool."

"Yeah, I've seen those. That would be cool. Maybe I can get some dough out
of my dad and we both can get some new threads. We're gonna need them for
when school starts, anyway. I want to get one of those peace sign
medallions. And I can stop you from buying a pair of those pretty pink
flowered hip-huggers that you've been talking about!"

"Fucker! Shut up and suck me off!"

Taking a final quick look around, just to be on the safe side, I sat down
on the bench and pulled Jake's hips towards me and opened up my mouth real
wide. His hot hard cock was already dripping and slipped right into my
drooling mouth. We must have been at a pretty good angle because I was able
to get almost all of his fleshy cock straight into my mouth without gagging
this time. I tightened my lips and started to slobber and suck on his
shaft, moving my head back and forth. I really loved the way that it
tasted.

Pretty soon we got a good rhythm going, and between my watering mouth and
his leaking dick juices, slobber was starting to run down my chin. He was
getting close, real fast, I could tell, and I peered up with my eyes to see
that he had his head tilted back, his arms up and his fingers laced behind
his neck, eyes closed and a big toothy smile of ecstasy pasted on his
face. Obviously, his horniness had won out over keeping watch for somebody
who might be going by and might catch us.

I tried relaxing my throat on each suck that went down and then he matched
me by pushing his dick in a little bit further each time back into my
mouth. It was really tasty, salty and sweet, just the way I had started to
like it. I was getting all worked up because we were doing this out in the
open in the baseball dug-out at my high school! I wondered if any of the
guys on the baseball team had ever done anything like this in here before
with each other, after the games were over and everybody else was gone.

I couldn't take it anymore and had to unsnap my shorts and pull out my hard
dick. Taking my mouth off of Jake's boner for a just a second I hocked up a
big wad of spit and carefully dropped it on the end of my dick, pulling
back the foreskin and juicing it all up, and running the slippery foreskin
up and down all over the purple throbbing head. Then I got my mouth back on
Jakes rocket and I started sucking for real this time, really sucking and
licking and swirling my tongue around his rock hard shaft.

"Dude, here it comes. Get ready for some hot Jake juice!" No sooner had he
said that then he arched his back, stick his dick in my mouth as far I'd
let him and he blasted a good couple of hot shots of creamy sperm down my
throat. I didn't even get a chance to taste it. All the while, I was still
whacking away on my hard cock and once I swallowed the rest of his load, I
didn't give him a chance to catch his breath.

Standing up, I ordered him to "Sit down and open your mouth. Stick out your
tongue!" He complied, even though his dick was still leaking out a few more
little globs of boy goo on his shorts.

I spit on my cock one more time, and this time in some kind of sex crazed
frenzy the likes that I'd never been in before, I palmed my hand around my
cock until I blasted a big glob of jizz all over his tongue, lips and one
shot hit the side of his face.

Licking his lips and swallowing most of my load, he cracked a big broad
smile and then said, "That's so fucking awesome, man. You should have seen
your face. You looked like a mad man."

We caught our breath, got dressed and cleaned up as best as we could, then
jumped back on our bikes and headed out of the park across the grass,
stopping at the drinking fountain to get some cool water and rinsing off
our faces. I put some water on the back of my neck to cool of, `cause it
was so hot outside. Thank goodness no one saw us in the dug-out because
that was really a stupid thing for us to do out there, now that I thought
about it. We went down the street toward the record store, making a left on
Colorado Boulevard.

We got there a few minutes before three, so we locked up our bikes to
another one of those old light poles. This one had all kinds of gray leafy
decorations on it and two separate lights sticking out like big wings, and
then we headed inside to find Lisa and Jordan. They were at the bins
flipping through the stacks of records, one by one. Jake wondered over to
say hi, and to see what they were looking at, while I went to the back of
the store to take a look at the rack of posters hanging on the wall.

I had seen most of these posters before, and some of them were hanging up
in either my bedroom upstairs at home or my all-time favorites were up in
the tree house. They sold the usual `black light' and `keep on truckin'
style posters, but a new one with a naked John Lennon and Yoko Ono caught
my eye. It was a black and white photo of John and Yoko standing naked in
front of the camera, their front sides on the left and their back sides on
the right. Surprisingly, he had an un-circumcised dick just like me and
Jordy, and she had pretty big tits, for a Japanese lady, but not nearly as
big as Lisa's!

The ticket on the bottom said it was called `Two Virgins' and I thought to
myself, "Yeah right, if they're virgins then I'm a girl!" Yoko didn't do
anything for me at all, and he really didn't look all that great either,
with his big hairy bush covering up his small ball sack, but I hadn't ever
seen a picture of a naked guy before. They both had saggy butts which was a
total turn off. I thought it was odd to see two famous people standing
there totally nude for the whole world to see. It felt kind of weird
looking at them out here in the open where anyone could see me, and it made
me feel sort of like when the Coaches would stare at me and the other guys
through their office windows while we were taking showers in the locker
room. So I left the racks and headed over to Lisa, Jordan and Jake to see
what they were up to.

"Hey you guys. Are you almost ready to go?" I asked.

"Hi Ryan. Look at the great records Lisa is gonna buy me!" Jordan said
jumping around and waving a pile of LP's.

"Wow. You're gonna get all of these?" He showed me albums by CSN (Cool),
Tom Jones (Yuck), the Hair Soundtrack (Maybe), and a new Who album called
`Tommy' (Right on!). He had a couple of 45's, too, but not his favorite
song of the week, Sugar, Sugar, because the clerk said it wasn't out just
yet, but that the word was it would be soon.

"Yeah, some are hers. She's going to give her mom the `hairy' one because
it's her favorite and she likes it." Sometimes Jordy was so funny.

"Lisa, are you ready to go? Ryan says he needs to get home."

"No I don't. You're the one who needs to get home, `ya wiener."

"Oh my gosh. You boys are so weird," Lisa said looking at me for a second
and then turned and asked her little brother, "Can't you keep it in your
pants for just a minute?" Then, staring at him a little bit closer, she
said, "I guess not, judging by what's on your face, Jake."

Man, did we both turn red.

"Actually, no, we can't," Jake said challenging his sister, and pawing at
his cheek.

"Keep what in their pants?" asked Jordan.

"Our keys. Can I have the car keys to the microbus, please?" Jake said,
starting to get mad.

"We're going to put the bikes in the back while you guys are paying for
your records. We'll be waiting outside."

"All right. Here you are. You don't have to get snippy." Turning to Jordan,
she said, "Little man, you ready to go?"

"You bet your sweet bippy I am."

"You boys! I should become a god damn nun," she said.

"Can you see my sister as a nun?" Jake asked me as we headed out the front
door of the store and towards our bikes and the microbus. "If she was like
Sister Bertrille, her big boobs would make her crash every time she flies."

"No kidding. She'd look like one of those big new Boeing 747's with those
gigantic engines that I saw in one of my dad's science magazines last
month!"

We both started laughing at the thought of Lisa flying around like a
plane. After unlocking our bikes we opened up the back door to the bus and
put our bikes in the back. Then we climbed in and sat in the back seat,
waiting for Laurel and Hardy. We didn't have to wait very long as Lisa and
Jordan came out of the record store soon after that.

"Shotgun!" Jordan yelled.

"Jordy, we're already in the back. You don't have to yell that out if
you're already going to be riding in the front," I said. "Hey Lisa. Are you
a good driver?"

"Of course I am," she said having calmed down. "Jordy and I got here in one
piece, didn't we? This thing is no Plymouth Barracuda, so I can't go very
fast. And it barely makes it up the hill to our new house. But don't worry,
you won't get hurt."

The four of us joked all the way home, telling jokes and goofing around,
Jake having stopped being mad at Lisa a while ago. One time we were all
laughing so hard that I really did think that Lisa was going to crash into
the curb. All of us, including Jake, even sang the Sugar, Sugar song for
the benefit of the little man. He was in heaven and was real happy that
Jake sang along with him too, even though Jake didn't know all the words
and kept mixing them up.

A few minutes later, as we rounded the bend up to the top of the hill
leading to our houses, I spotted a strange black car with a sloping roof
that I had never seen before parked in front of Jake's house. Before I
could ask what kind of car was that, both Jake and Lisa said at the same
time:

"Fuck!"

"What's my dad doing here?" asked Jake.

"If he's in there fighting with Mom, I'm going to release the fucking brake
on that stupid fucking car he loves so much and let it fucking roll down
and crash into that fucking hill. I can't believe that he fucking found us
so fast," Lisa said, pulling the VW into the driveway and slamming on the
brakes.

"This sucks. I really don't want to see that asshole. Ryan, can we go over
and hang out at your house?" Jake said.

"Sure, let's go," I said.

I looked over at Jordan who was starting to look scared and had no idea of
what was going on, and I'm sure was wondering why everyone was so upset all
of a sudden and saying all of those bad fucking words.

We all climbed out of the bus just in time to hear frantic yelling and the
sound of breaking glass coming out of Jakes living room. Forgetting all
about our bikes in the back, and all of Lisa and Jordan's new records, Jake
and Lisa took off running towards the front door, followed closely behind
by Jordan and me.

"Jordan, go home and get Dad, right now!" I told him just before we reached
the steps. He took off running across the front lawn, a look of panic on
his face as he headed straight for our house. I wasn't really scared, but I
wanted my dad to be there just in case Jake or Lisa caused a scene, or got
into trouble, or if someone was hurt. My dad had a way of calming people
down, since he used to be a MP in the army and was usually pretty
cool-headed.

We burst through the front door, slamming it open against the wall, just in
time to see Lulu launch a bottle of booze across the living room at who I
guessed was Jake and Lisa's dad, Ace. Luckily, he ducked right at the last
minute, just before the bottle would have smashed him smack in the
forehead, and instead it crashed point blank into the center of the wall
right behind him. The smell of alcohol filled the room.

"Get the hell out of our house! This is not your house! Get Out! Right
now!" Lulu yelled at the top of her lungs. "How the fuck did you get in
here anyway, you mother-fucking-cock-sucking bastard?"

"Mom. Dad. Stop it. Stop it right now! What are you doing here?" Lisa said,
walking in and getting between her parents and angrily looking at Ace. Jake
and I got over in front of Lulu to not only protect her but keep her from
firing another round of alcohol missiles at this creepy intruder.

"I just wanted to come by and see where you all had moved. And to see my
kids and to make sure that you're OK," Ace said with a creepy yellow toothy
smirk. He didn't look at all like I expected. He had pasty skin and
blood-shot eyes with dark bags under them. He was wearing a not-to-clean
dark gray pin-striped suit, with a wide burgundy tie and had his graying
dark hair slicked back with a lot of Brylcreem. Apparently, a little dab
didn't do him. He looked like a combination of a lawyer and loan shark,
kind of sleazy. Surprisingly, neither Jake nor Lisa looked like him.

"How did you get in?" Lulu asked, this time her voice somewhat calmer.

"The door was open."

"No it wasn't, god-dammit," she shouted. "I locked it after the kids took
off to go shopping. So, Ace, I'll ask you again: How did you get in here?"

"I knocked, but nobody answered."

"Horse shit! I would have heard it. One more time and don't fuck with me
again: How did you get in?"

"I used my key."

"YOUR KEY!" Lulu, Lisa and Jake all shouted at once.

"How did you get a fucking key?" asked Lulu, this time back to a quieter
voice.

He seemed to mull over his answer for a while, rubbing his forehead and
trying to think, while the living room went quiet as we waited for his
answer. Obviously he was hiding something. This scene was starting to look
like a really bad midnight movie.

"I don't have a key. I picked the lock," Ace finally said quietly under his
breath.

Just then, my dad walked through the door, followed by Jordan and
Sloan. "What's all this commotion about?"

Sloan moved over by the side of the multi-colored velvet couch a few feet
from Ace and let out a big "WOOF!" in Ace's direction. She never does that!
She must have sensed that this guy must be a real slime ball. Then
everybody started talking all at once, and by the time Dad had it all
figured out, Ace was starting to inch towards the door, trying to make a
run for it.

"WOOF!"

"Hold it right there, mister. I'm going to make you an offer, and you
better take it. Get your ass out of here right now and never come back, or
stick around and wait for the Pasadena Police to show up and haul your
sorry ass to jail."

"Who the hell are you, her new boyfriend?" He said with a leer.

"No he's not. And if you know what's good for you you'll leave right now. I
just got off the phone with the police department and they should be here
any second," my mom said walking in the open front door and stood next to
my dad, crossing her arms and giving Ace a nasty glare.

"Fine. I'm out of here. Get your god damn dog out of my way. I don't care
if I ever see any of you again. So much for caring about my loving family,"
Ace shot out, as he headed for the front door. But just before he reached
the opening, he looked over his shoulder one last time to look at Jake.

"Jake," he said so softly that we could barely hear him.

Everybody started yelling again, mostly telling Ace to beat it and to get
the hell out. Even Jordan was yelling and ran over to protect Lisa, and
Sloan let out another bark or two as I held on tightly to her braided
collar.

We followed Ace out the door to his car, which Jake told me later was a
Citroen DS, something you don't see around here every day. He climbed in,
started it up and then shot down the street and around the corner, leaving
skid marks and smoke all the way. Wow, he really was an asshole!

We could just barely begin to make out the shrill sound of the sirens
coming up the hill, but Dad heard it and turned around and told us four
kids to take Sloan and hurry to our house so we wouldn't have to get
involved with the police. They had enough problems on their hands and
didn't need for us to be involved.

"C'mon guys, let's go to the pool house. Jordy take Sloan and hurry up!" I
said. "Jake, Lisa, let's move it!"

We hustled over to our house, slamming the front door to my house shut just
in time as a black and white squad car was pulling into the driveway and
parking next to the microbus. Shit! I don't ever remember anything
happening like this on our street before. I bet all of the neighbors were
looking out their windows, just like Mrs. Kravitz does on Bewitched.

"Let's get something to snack on out of the kitchen and then go out to the
pool house and catch our breath. What are you guys hungry for?" I asked.

"Just something to drink, I'm too nervous to eat anything," Lisa said.

"A Coke for me is fine, Ryan," Jake said with a sigh. "Thanks for being
there with us, man. You too, Jordy. I'm sorry you had to see what a
shithead my dad is, but it was good you guys had our backs. That scene
could have gotten nastier, and I'm glad we got there in time before Mom
hurt that mother-fucking asshole. Then she would be the one in in a
shit-heap of trouble, and she might have been hauled off to jail."

"Yeah, I agree. Thanks boys. I really appreciated you standing up for
us. Usually it's just Jake and me, and it made me feel better that you boys
were there," Lisa said, walking over to Jordan and putting her arm around
the little guy. Turning to Jake, she asked him, "Do you think he's going to
come back?"

"I sure hope not. But I don't know. He went to a lot of trouble to find
us. That explains that remark that dopey moving guy said. And I'm sure he's
really pissed at Mom for throwing that bottle of scotch at him. He's
probably going to be mad at Wiley for kicking him out, too. You know, he
barely even looked at us. Maybe he just wanted to know where we moved, and
now he'll leave us alone."

"I hope you guys are right. Grab one of these Cokes and let's book. Jordan,
get Sloan out of the trash can, will you?"

"OK. C'mon Sloan-puppy. Let's go, girl," Jordan told Sloan as he grabbed
her by the collar. "Hey guys, wait for me!"

The four of us and a trash eating mutt wandered quietly out of the kitchen
and around the pool, making our way towards the pool house, drinks in
hand. As everybody filed through the sliding glass doors, I pulled Jake by
the arm and motioned to the tree house.

"Let's have a little smoke to relax, before we have to listen to your
sisters and Jordy's funky music. Besides, we need to lighten the mood," I
said.

"Great idea," Jake whispered to me. "Hey, Lisa. We're going to run up to
the tree house for a second. Try and pick out some halfway decent music
this time, pu-leese?"

"Bastards! You're not going to do that again are you? Oh, sorry, I know
what you're going to do. What about me?"

After thinking for a second, I looked at my watch and told Lisa, "Wait five
minutes and meet us at the bottom of the tree house. Tell Jordy that you're
going to go get us and have him find some records or a game or something to
keep him busy while you're gone. I'll have a little something waiting for
you, OK?"

"All right. I think I can keep the little man occupied for a few minutes."

"OK. See you in a few." As Jake and I headed out of the pool house, I shut
the sliding glass doors behind me so that Sloan wouldn't come running after
us. We walked quietly around the hedges and apparently Jake wasn't afraid
to climb up to the tree house anymore because he was halfway up the trunk
before I even got there. All I could do was stand at the base of the tree
and look at his fine bubble butt in his too-tight shorts as he reached up
to climb like a monkey in the jungle.

I hurried and followed him up into the tree house and started to rummage
around for my stash box. While I loaded the pipe I leaned over to Jake and
said quietly, "After all of the shit that just happened, don't think that
I've forgotten that your ass and my tongue are going to meet for the first
time tonight, just like Coach was talking about. I plan on sucking your hot
tasty cock, like we just did in the dug-out, and then suck on your juicy
balls, and then lick your `parellium', and then stick my tongue between
your ass cheeks and slobber all over your butthole. What do you think of
that?"

"Oh, man. That sounds so freaky cool. I can hardly wait," Jake said. "I was
so horned up from thinking about all that sex stuff Coach Brian was telling
us about earlier, and what we just did at school, but once we got home I
sorta forgot about it because of all that shit that was going on with my
dad. But now you're making me bone up again, man. When do you think we can
fool around?"

"We'll have to wait for the cops to leave. I don't want them or anybody
else to catch us. Maybe after dinner."

"Cool."

We each took a couple of quick hits, and then headed back down the tree to
meet up with Lisa. Just as we reached the bottom of the tree, Lisa came
walking up the slope.

"Hey guys. We have to do this pretty fast. Jordan is really scared and he
wouldn't leave my side. I really had to convince him that I'd be right
back."

"Yeah, I know. This whole thing with your dad is kind of freaky," I said,
handing Lisa the pipe.

"Don't worry Ryan. We're done with him. I don't think he'll be back," Jake
said.

"I hope not. I feel bad for you guys. You guys can share my dad with me if
you want," I said with a grin.

"That's a great idea," Lisa said, blowing out a puff of smoke. "I like
you're dad a lot. C'mon, let's go listen to some music and have some
fun. I'm so tired of that asshole ruining our life. Thanks Ryan, for the
smoke, and well, everything else I guess. We haven't known each other very
long, but you seem like another brother to me. And I'm glad that you and
Jake have become such good friends. We didn't have too many close friends
where we lived before. I'm glad we all met." She reached over and put her
arm around my waist and pulled me tight to her. "Thanks."

"No problem-o. And I'm glad you guys moved in next door, too," I said,
putting my arm around her small waist and squeezing her tight. "I think
we're all going to be good friends."

"Jeez. Stop getting all damn mushy. Let's get back before the little man
starts freaking out," Jake said.

We walked back down the slope to the pool house just as Jordy was walking
out the door and starting to look for us.

"Where were you guys? I was starting to get scared that something
happened."

"It's all right Jordy. We just had something that we had to do. Did you
find a good record to play?" I asked him.

"Yeah I did." He went around behind me and up to Jake and grabbed his
hand. "C'mon Jake, we're going to wait for the radio to play Sugar, Sugar,
and then I'm gonna make you learn ALL of the words!"


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