Date: Sat, 26 Mar 2011 17:51:19 -0400
From: steamgene@cox.net
Subject: Becky does Thirteen, story Six of the Becky Grows Up series

			    Becky Does Thirteen
				    by
			       Larry Marian
Gg, bg, Bg, Mg, oral, inter

	Becky and her best friend Nancy lay on Nancy's big bed talking.
"So what do you want to do for your thirteenth birthday next week?" Nancy,
who would be fifteen in three weeks, asked.
	"I think I'd like to have sex 13 times between now and my
birthday. "
 "You mean with 13 different people?  You haven't had sex
with that many yet."
	"No.  Like with Steve, we could fuck and suck and that would count
as two."  Becky grinned at that.
	"That's no challenge.  You could fuck Steve twice and suck him
twice and your a third of the way there.  I know you've fucked him twice in
one day before."  She smiled.  How about a boy only counts once - he can
fuck you and you can suck him, but doing again doesn't count.  A girl only
counts once - so you can eat me or I can eat you, but I only count once. "
	"Okay.  So you want to eat me or shall I eat you?" Becky asked,
beginning to remove her top.  So they did "Rock, Paper, Scissors" and Nancy
used her practiced mouth to bring Becky to orgasm before going home.  So
that was one for Sunday.
	Bud came by the house on Monday to find that Jack had gone shopping
so Becky invited him up to her room where they quickly got naked.  As a
change in routine, he stood up and she knelt in front of him and sucked him
off, then got on her hands and knees on her bed and they did it doggie
style, even barking and woofing as they laughed.  But it was still a good
fuck and she had two for Monday and a total of three.  She did wonder who
she could find to help her make her goal.
	On Tuesday after school she saw her old partner Billy that she'd
first blown when he was 12 and she was 10.  She remembered how proud he was
the third time she' d sucked him off and he'd actually had a wet cum,
instead of the dry cum he'd had the first two times.  She also remembered
she'd given him head five times before he finally went down on her.  They
hadn't messed around since she was half way through 11, but she smiled at
him and found out his folks weren't home so they went back to his house for
old time's sake.  He acted surprised when, after giving him a blow job that
had to have lasted five minutes, she lay on her back and raised her knees
to spread her legs.  So soon after cumming, it took him almost eight
minutes of screwing to cum again, a good two minutes after her first
orgasm.  So that was two more, for five.
	The next day at school she needed to see her guidance counselor and
in the hall she saw Samantha, who was called Sam and who everybody thought
was a lesbian.  Sam wore her hair very short, always wore jeans and a boy's
shirt and must wear a bra so tight you could barely tell she had breasts.
Sam was also five ten and thin.  She was in the eighth grade, a year ahead
of Becky and hung out with boys while acting like a boy.
	"Hi, Sam," Becky said.
	"Oh, hi Becky.  What's up?"
	"Look, let me ask you a question."
	"Sure."
	"I'm going to be thirteen on Sunday and I have a project that maybe
you could help me with."
 "What's that?  I'm not going to some party
and dance with boys."
	"No.  I'm wondering if you'd like to come over to my house this
afternoon with me."
	"Why would I want to do that?  We're too old to play with
dolls."
 Becky gathered her courage.  "True.  But maybe we could play
with each other."  Sam's eyes got big.
	"You mean what I think you mean?  I thought you were boy crazy."
	"I like boys.  But I like girls, too."
	"Really.  Well, you're cute enough.  Your parents won't be home?"
	"Nope.  And my brother will stay out of the way."
	"Okay.  I'll call home and let Mother know I'll be late."  Same
reached over, gave Becky a quick hug, and they parted.
	Becky had a hard time concentrating for the rest of the school day,
but finally it was over and she met Sam at the flag pole.  Sam smiled at
her.  "Mother said she was going out and I have to come home.  But you can
come with me.  There something I want to show you.  But don't ask.  It's a
surprise."
	"Jack will wonder where I am."
	"Call when we get to my house," Sam suggested and Becky nodded her
head.
	The two girls, one in jeans and a boy's shirt, the other in a white
top and skorts, waled side by side.  As soon as they were away from the
school and other kids Becky felt Sam reach out and take her hand.  It felt
sort of strange to be out in the open holding hands with a girl, but from
any distance, Sam looked like a boy, after all.
	Sam's house, a brick rancher, was only five or so minutes from
their school and they were soon inside.  Sam showed Becky the phone and she
called her brother and talked briefly to him, then hung up and turned to
Sam.  Sam smiled at her.  "So you really want to do stuff?  You have before
with a girl?"
	"Yes.  And yes," Becky said and Sam stepped to her and put her arms
around her and kissed her on the lips.  In a second Sam's tongue darted out
and Becky opened her mouth to it.  They kissed for several minutes, each
letting her hand rub the other's butt.
	 Then they parted for air, Sam took Becky's hand and led her down
the hall into her bedroom and shut the door behind them.  The room looked
like a boy's with pictures of men on motorcycles and pictures of female
film stars, but teens and women.  The bed had a masculine looking red
bedspread.  Sam led Becky to the bed and sat down, pulling Becky with her.
	Becky, who had always been at least an equal partner with Nancy
wondered about how aggressive Sam was, much like Pete or Steve.  But this
was fun.  Sam put her arm around Becky and they kissed again.  On the
second kiss, Becky felt Sam put her hand on Becky's right breast, so Becky
did the same.
	"Not my chest," Sam said, drawing back.
	"Funny, boys always like it when I touch their chest," Becky
retorted.
	"They do?"
	"Yeah.  Try it.  You'll like it."
	"Maybe.  I'll tell you if I want to try."
	"Okay," Becky said and tried to gain some control by starting the
kiss.  They tongue dueled for a few minutes while Sam touched Becky's
breast under her top and bra while Becky rubbed Sam's back, feeling no bra
straps.  As the kiss broke, Sam began to unbutton Becky's top, which came
off rapidly.  Feeling daring, Becky's hands left Sam's back, reached
behind, and unhooked her bra, dropping it on the floor.
	"Nice tits," Sam said and reached for them.  As she did, Becky
reached for Sam's shirt buttons, worried that Sam would stop her, but she
didn't so they rapidly came undone, revealing an undershirt as Becky took
the shirt off. Sam continued to tweak Becky's nipples, even when Becky
tugged the t-shirt loose from Sam's jeans and began to work it up.  Sam
briefly stopped and pulled off the t-shirt, revealing an almost completely
flat chest, but hard nipples and a tiny areola.
	"I could suck on your nipples," Becky said and Sam nodded.
	"You can suck on something else, too" Sam said firmly and opened
Becky's skort button, then unzipped them.  Becky did the same with Sam's
jeans and the two girls pulled the other's down almost at the same time.
Becky discovered that Sam wore, not panties, but jockey shorts!  But then
the two girls were soon totally nude, lying on the big bed.  Becky also
noticed faint hair in Sam's arm pits, just like boys of their age had.
	Becky sucked on Sam's nipples for a minute or two, then taking her
new parner's suggestion began to work her way down to Sam's cunt.  "Oh just
get to it, bitch," Sam said, shocking Becky a bit, but she moved down and
saw Sam's pussy's puffy lips from which protuded at the top an enormous
clit, at least an inch long, which she took between her lips at once.
"Yeah.  Suck my girl dick," Sam said and began to twist and hump under
Becky.  "Damn, bitch, you are good," she said, running her fingers through
Becky's hair.  Becky worked her tongue around Sam's clit thinking that it
was almost like a cock.  It was much bigger than either Susan's or her own.
But why did the girl call her names?
	"Damn, whore, you're getting me close, fast.  That slutty tongue of
yours is going to make me cum.  Oh, fuck, yes!" she almost screamed and
shoved her wet pussy into Becky's mouth, then grabbed Becky's shoulders and
pulled her up, kissing Becky's pussy juice saturated lips.
	"You sure talk dirty," Becky said when the kiss ended.
	"Fuck, yeah.  Makes me feel good.  And you suck great.  I bet the
boys love it when you get their cock in your mouth."
	"They do.  I like it to.  But I like to screw, too."
	"I bet you do.  We'll see," Sam said, moving around and sitting up.
You wait here a second," she said and got up to go to her walk in closet,
turning on the light and going inside where Becky couldn't see her.  "Hey,
`ho, lie down on that bed and spread those legs for me," she said.  Becky
shrugged her shoulders and did so, though this was now six and that's all
it could be.
	Then Sam walked out of her closet wearing a strap on black dildo,
at least eight inches long and thick.  "You ever have meat like this in
your pussy, slut?"  She opened a Vaseline jar on her dresser and smeared
some on the sex toy.
	"Where did you get that?" Becky said.  She'd heard of such things,
but where could a 13 year old middle school girl get one?
	"My mother bought it for me.  She's a dyke and doesn't see why I
can't have fun."  She walked over to the bed, looked down on Becky and
smiled.  "You think you can take this meat, `ho?"
	"I think I can.  I've fucked a senior with a real eight inch cock,"
feeling a bit slutty the way she talked.  Then Sam got on the bed between
Becky spread, raised knees and guided the fake dick into her pussy and
began to push it in, slowly.  Becky felt it enter.
	"I bet that's about how much you can take, little `ho," Sam said
and kissed her.  In response Becky raised her hips, feeling it penetrate
further down her tunnel of love.  Sam kissed her deepr and Becky put her
feet between Sam's legs, pulling her down, then put her hands on the other
girl's butt cheeks and pushed.
	"There's another boy with a thick seven inch dong I've laid.  I'm
okay with this fake one."  With that Sam began to move faster, going deeper
with each stroke while Becky continued to push it in, too.  On Sam's
downstroke as her hips rose to meet it, she felt Sam's crotch brush hers.
She'd taken the whole thing!
	Sam continued to fuck her with the dildo until she began to feel
her cum approaching.  "I'm about to cum," she said.  "This is doing it for
me.  Oh, wow.  Yeah.  I'm cumming! Yeah," as waves of passion rippled
through her almost 13 year old body.
	"Ah.  That whitebread pussy likes my black nigger dick," she said.
Then Sam hugged her hard.  "Good for me, too," she said, then got up, the
black dildo glistening with pussy juice.

* * * * * * * * * * *

	Back home, Becky got on the phone to Nancy at once, describing her
experience with Sam.  "So, I ate her out and she really screwed me with
that dildo until I came.  So shouldn't that count as twice?" she asked and
there was silence for a minute.
	"I guess so.  Wow.  That must have been a sight.  Maybe I can talk
to Sam, too."
	"Why not?"  So the count was seven, she was half way to her goal
and it was Wednesday.  After she said good bye to Nancy, she called Pete to
find out if he could come over Thursday after school.
	He could and they went up to her room at once where she enjoyed
sucking his fat seven inch cock to his cum, then riding him for his second
and her first cum, to bring the count to nine.  She explained what she was
trying to do and he laughed.  "Don't call Steve for tomorrow.  I'll have a
surprise for you instead," he said as he moved so he could go down on her
and lick his cum from her damp pussy.
	The next day she went to school with her hair in pigtails and
wearing a belted dress that buttoned down the front up to her neck.  It was
a dress her grandmother had given her and until today she only wore it when
she saw her grandmother.  Too childish, she'd thought, but Pete had been
specific about what to wear for the surprise and she wouldn't have time to
change afte school he'd said.  Sam saw her and almost freaked out.  "I
fucked you yesterday and you're wearing that today?" she'd whispered.
	"Well, the next time we get together, I won't wear this," she
whispered back.  But Sam was not the only one to look strangely at her
during the day.  Still, she hurried home and not three minutes after she
entered the door, the bell rang.
	She answered it to see a blond headed, blue eyed boy, who wasn't
much more than 5 foot 8, but had broad shoulders and a big grin on his
face.  She glanced down and it seemed that his khaki pants were a bit
tented.  "Is your sister Becky home?" he asked.
	She smiled back.  "I'm Becky," she replied.  "Are you Pete's
surprise?"
	"Yeah.  Can I come in?"  A shadow of doubt crossed his face.
	"Sure," she said and stepped back to allow him passage.
	"Are you alone?"
	"Yeah.  My brother is messing with his friend Bud and my folks
won't be home for at least two hours.  You want to sit down in the den or
just come to my room?"
	"Let's go to your room," he said, so she led the way and waved him
in, shutting the door behind her.  Unlike every other time a boy had
entered her room, her old teddy bear and two dolls rested on her pillow.
	"Wow," he said.  "This looks like a little girl's room.  That's
great," he said.  "Just how old are you?"
	Normally she'd have maybe lied and said "thirteen," but Pete had
been specific.  "I'm 12.  How old are you?"
	"I just turned 20," he said.
	The oldest I've ever been with, she thought.  "Nice," she said.
"Well, want to sit on my bed?"
	He nodded and they walked over and sat on her bed and looked at
each other for a moment.  "Say, Pete didn't give me your name.  What is
it?"
	"I'm George.  Pete said I could help you with a project.  I'd like
to if you'd like my help."  She smiled and nodded her head.
	"I'm ready when you are," she said lightly.  With that she turned
her head towards him and lightly rested her hand on his shoulder.  He took
the hint and kissed her, closed mouth.  It lasted just a few seconds, then
he put his arm around her and they kissed again, longer, but still closed
mouth, though she opened her lips a bit.  Finally, on the third kiss, she
felt his tongue leave his mouth and she welcomed it into hers, darting her
tongue back out.  He's worried about my age, she thought.  She might have
to be a bit aggressive.  The fourth time they kissed, open mouthed from the
beginning she waited and his hand stayed on her shoulder, so she took it
and brought it down to her breast, which he cupped and then began to gently
squeeze.
	They parted, she looked at him as he continued to stroke her
breast.  "I can barely feel that,' she said.
	"You want to go futher?" he asked.
	"If you do," she said demurely.  With that his hands went to her
buttons and began to undo the many small buttons until he arrived at her
belt.  She knew he could see the slip under the opened dress.  She undid
her own belt and he drew the dress off her shoulders.  He cupped both
breasts and kissed her as she put her arms around him, rubbed his back
gently, then took his polo shirt, pulled it out of his pants and began to
ease it off him.  He took his hands off her still covered breasts to allow
her to pull it off and drop it on the floor.  He smiled, then took the
skirt of the dress and pulled it up.  As he did so, she rose up off the bed
to allow him to ease it off of her.  With that she stood up and pulled off
her slip, dropped it on the floor while draping the dress over the chair
next to her bed.  Then she reached out and touched his nipples, then ran
her fingers through the light blond hair on his chest.  With that, he
reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, and drew it off, revealing
her small, pale nipples to his obviously eager sight.
	"God," he said.  "I've never done this with a girl younger than
fourteen," as he gently tweaked her nipples.
	"Well, you're the oldest guy who ever has touched them," she
replied.  "That's nice."  With that he leaned forward, kissed each nipple,
then sucked gently on first one breast, then the other.  She put her hand
on his leg and slid it up until she could feel the bulge and felt him
tremble.
	"God," he said, and seemingly encouraged by her forward action,
reached for the waist of her pale blue panties and pulled on them.  She
raised her hips allowing him to slide them off, then lay down on the bed as
he lay down beside her.  She reached for his belt buckle and as she undid
it, he worked his zipper down.  As it came down she undid his waist button
and began to slide his pants down.  "My wallet.  Condom," he said, almost
desperately.
	"You don't need one.  I've been on the pill for two months.
Besides, wouldn't you like me to suck you?"
	"Christ, yeah.  The youngest who ever did that to me was 17!"  At
that point Becky pulled his pants down and then grabbed his tented boxers
and pulled them down, too, to reveal to her startled eyes a relatively
short erect cock, but hugely fat with a massive bulbous head.
	"Wow," she said, and sat up, turned so she faced his cock and
leaned down to lick the round tip, kissed it, then ran her tongue along the
piss slit before taking the shaft length ways between her lips and running
her mouth down towards his balls, covered in pale thick pubic hair.
	"Oh, yes," George moaned as her mouth touched his ball sack and she
took his balls one by one into her mouth, then retreated back towards the
massive bulbous head.  Opening wide, she began to slowly draw the short,
obese hard cock into her soon to be teen aged mouth.  She found it
impossible to lap it with her tongue; it was enough to take it into her
willing mouth and begin to bob on it.  "Oh, Christ," George moaned.
"You're making me cum now," and his hot, sweet cum flooded into her already
full mouth so that some leaked out before she could swallow.  But swallow
she did as he shot into her mouth before stopping after she'd swallowed
three times. Now was the trick.  Would he allow her to kiss him?  She
raised her head, looked at him and kissed him.  His tongue came out to
explore her cum tasting mouth.  Then he began to roam down her almost teen
body until she felt his tongue play with her clit as his fingers entered
her pussy lips.
	After a minute of his ministraions she began to move, thrusting her
hips up to his mouth.  "Put it in me.  George.  Do it.  I want it."  And he
moved up and slid his massive bulbous prick head between her eager vertical
lips and pressed himself down into her.  "Ah," she moaned, as he began to
rise and fall over her and she responded, wrapping her legs around his.
	She worried that he'd cum fast again, but the first fast cum from
being sucked drained him enough that he lasted long enough to bring her to
the edge.  She came as his blasts began to taper off.  So that was nine, no
matter what else might happen with this great guy.  Only four more to go.
She might not have to blow her brother.
	As she let George out the front door she said, "If you want, come
back next week and you can do a 13 year old."  He nodded his head, kissed
her, and left.
	"Fucked and sucked by a 12 year old.  Hot damn," were the last
words she heard.  Obviously he'd had as good a time as she'd had.
	Steve picked her up from the Mall Saturday morning and drove her to
his house in the Mercedes with the darkened windows, feeling her up as they
went.  When his hand touched her boob she said, "Wait a minute," and pulled
off her top and removed her bra, then pulled his shirt from his pants so
she could play with his nipples.  After two minutes of playing with her
tits, his hand went to her pussy, so she pulled down her shorts and
panties.  When the car stopped and the garage door closed she noticed that
the other two spots were empty.  "Parents gone?" she asked and he nodded as
he reached for her boob and pussy.  So she kicked off her sandals and
pushed her shorts and panties off before opening the door to get out of the
car nude.
	Once inside she didn't even wait to get to the family room, much
less his bedroom.  Instead she turned to him, dropped to her bare knees on
the kitchen floor, unzipped his fly, pulled his hard, thin, eight inch
pointed cock and took it into her eager mouth.  He surprised her by cumming
in less than two minutes, then they went to his room where they both took
off his clothes, jumped on the bed and caressed briefly before he spread
her legs and took her.  After they rested he got between her legs and ate
her out, surely drinking some of his own cum.  Then he turned on his back,
letting her see his flag pole and she sat on it.  "This is the last time
you get to fuck a 12 year old," she said as he shot his diminished load
into her.
	"I'll see you next week.  Maybe I'll be the first to fuck a 13 year
old."  She didn't tell him she hoped not, that he was eleven, since the
second screw and being eaten out didn't count.  Even if she had to blow
Jack, that would only be 12, not 13.  She might consider sucking off her
brother, but screwing him was out of the question, she was sure.  Well,
there were four boys other than Jack and Bud at her birthday party the next
afternoon.  Surely something would happen with one of them.  Or maybe one
of the girls might turn out to like girl on girl sex.
	The next afternoon the guests began to arrive as invited, at two.
She'd invited four of her classmates, pluse Jack and Bud and four other
girls.  She was sure she could get it on with one of the boys.  After all,
three of them had flirted with her for two years now and she'd even made
out lightly with two of them.  But three of the boys latched on to three of
the girls and Jack and Bud chased after the other girl, who was fourteen
already.  That left only shy, young, little Jordan left for the birthday
girl.
	Now she thought Jordan was cute.  He had wavy brown hair and
sparkling gray eyes, but his brilliant mind put him in the seventh grade at
11 and he'd just recently turned 12.  He was a good inch shorter than Becky
and looked young.  But, as she danced with him, she thought he might do.
He danced surprisingly well.
	As the party wound down, and guests began to leave it became
obvious to Becky that she was left with Jordan.  What to do?  Then his
parents called to say they were sorry, but they'd be late picking him up.
Then her parents announced they were going out for an hour or two, but Jack
would be there so it was okay for Jordan to remain.
	As soon as their parents left the house, Jack and Bud headed for
his room and Becky knew they'd be sucking each other for awhile.
	"Let's go to my room," Becky said.
	"Is that okay?"  Jordan asked and Becky nooded, then took his hand
and led him to her room and closed her door.
	"I like you, Jordan."
	"Thanks.  You're cute.  You surprised me asking me to your party.
That was nice of you," and he appeared to blush slightly.
	"Let's sit on my bed," she suggested, took his hand and led him to
the bed to sit down.  He sat down beside her and moved close to her.
	"Is it okay if I sit this close to you?" he asked.  She laughed and
put her arm around his shoulders.
	"That's great.  Have you ever kissed a girl, Jordan?"  He looked at
her and shook his head in the negative.  "Would you like to?  It's my
birthday and nobody has really kissed me."  With that she briefly allowed
her tongue to part her lips and lick them.  He nodded his head, so she
leaned forward, put her other arm around him and kissed him, flicking his
lips with her tongue.  She knew she shocked him, but his mouth opened to
receive her tongue and after a minute or so, she felt his tongue slide into
her mouth.  They kissed for several minutes before she drew back and said,
"You're not bad."
	"I've never done that before.  My tongue sort of hurts"
	"Yeah, that can happen," she laughed.  "So maybe we should do
something else besides kissing," she said while she put her hand on his
chest and began rubbing it.  "That feel good to you?"
	"Oh, yeah.  It feels great."  She wormed a couple fingers between
his shirt buttons and rubbed again.  "Oh, wow, Becky."
	"It feels good to me to," she whispered.
	"You mean you rubbing me?"
	"No.  If you rubbed me."  She took his hand and put it on her
breast.  He squeezed it and she said, "Be gentle," and began to unbutton
his shirt and pull it from his pants.  Then she pulled his undershirt loose
and ran her hands up it, to his nipples and began to tweak them.  He kissed
her again, then began to rub her breasts.
	"Your under my shirt," he said, the shock and pleasure showing in
his breaking voice.
	"I know.  Feels good, doesn't it?" she breathed.
	"Yeah," and something clicked in his brain and he began to tug her
top up.  She helped him remove it, then felt his arms go around her back
and his fingers begin to fumble with her bra hook.  After a minute she
moved his arms away, reached back, undid the hook, and shook the straps off
and tossed it to the floor.  He touched them gently as she eased his shirt
off and then lifted his t-shirt as he raised his arms to allow her to draw
it off.  She took his shoulders and they sank to the bed where he began to
feel her.
	She figured that Jordan knew this was as far as it was going to go,
so she needed to be even more forward if she was going to get to thirteen
today.  She leaned forward and began to suck on his nipples and he groaned.
With that she put her hand on his leg and ran it up to his crotch, feeling
his erection.  It wasn't real big, but it was sure hard.  "Oh, Becky," he
moaned.  She responded by kissing him, then beginning to undo his belt.
Once that was loose she eased his zipper down while he lay there, almost
shaking.  His waist button came undone and he moaned again.  "I can't
believe this," he said softly.
	"Believe it," she said.  "You've never done this before have you?"
	"No.  I played house with a girl when I was ten."
	"Yeah," she said while she thought that when she was ten she'd
sucked her first cock.  She began to tug his pants down.  He just lay there
and she said, "Raise your hips a little," and he did, allowing her to draw
down first his pants and then his childish boxers to reveal a hard three
inch prick with a pencil head sticking straight up from a hairless nut
sack.  Cute she thought as she took the whole package into her mouth.  She
sucked it in and she felt him cum immediately, but nothing entered her
mouth.  He wasn't even making sperm yet.  But this was number 12.
	"Oh, God, Becky.  That felt great.  Great."
	"Let's see what else feels great," she said as she began to remove
her slacks.  With them off, she removed her thong, took his hand, and
placed it on her slit.  "Rub gently," she instructed.  "You can put your
finger inside and go up and down."  He did, a look of bliss on his face
before she kissed him again.
	"You're wet down there."
	"Its lubrication," she explained and toyed with his cock, which was
stiff again.  "You ready?" she asked even as she eased up to sit on it.
With one hand she parted her lips and with the other she guided the hard
three inches into her love shaft.  "You should last longer this time," she
said.  After that huge dildo worn by Sam, that fat tool George gave her,
and Steve's familiar shaft she almost feared that Jordan's cocklett would
be lost in her teenage pussy, but she felt it as she began to sway and
bounce.  "Hold my titties," she said and his hands obediently took them,
giving her more balance, as she rode him.
	Becky was right.  She rode him for two minutes before his cock
twitched and he thrust upwards in his glorious orgasm.  But she continued
for another minute before she, too, came; her first teen cum and number 13
on her 13th birthday.  So much for bad luck, she thought.
	Becky showed Jordan out the door to his parent's ring wearing just
her bathrobe, standing back so she wasn't seen by his mother waiting for
him.  Then she headed for Jack's room.  She was sure Bud could get up one
more time for her and Jack could for Bud.