Date: Wed, 27 Jun 2012 18:10:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Boris Chen <borischen@rocketmail.com>
Subject: How I Lost My Virginity, Part-12

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How I Lost My Virginity - by Boris Chen. Chapter 12. Mid-late April 1994.


We had the movers show up on Monday April 25th. I took one day off from
school for the event. It felt funny leaving our home for an apartment but
Gram said it was just for a few months until school was over and we were
ready to move to the gulf coast.


Moving from a 2800 ft house to a 950 ft apartment was quite a
change. Luckily Gram and I are growing closer, she is really a neat
lady. She's fully accepting of my lifestyle and my relationship with Tom
but I still don't parade around naked like I did in front of mom. I did
start going shirtless on Saturday and Sunday mornings, she never mentioned
it to me.


Tom and I are talking more about moving South after school is done, but
what we really need is a road trip to investigate housing and the
school. Tom is having the hard talk with his mom who really depends on his
presence to keep up the house and also work at the business she is part
owner of. She is pushing back harder the closer we get to the end of the
school year. He says he’s read about the struggle of some
parents with the thought of the young birds leaving the nest.


Gram let me quit my job at the vet office. I think Crow likes it more when
I don't come home with the smell of dozens of dogs and cats on my
clothes. We had a small party on my last day, cupcakes, coffee, pop, and
candles for my five years I spent there. Probably part of the reason for
the special treatment was due to the friendship my mom had with the vet's
wife and him too. I think I heard her say they met in yoga class or
something.


Now that the weather is getting nicer, we're getting more sunshine and even
a few days warm enough to see some shirtless boys playing ball at the
school diamond after school hours. After talking to Gramps I started
driving around downtown and the city taking news looking photos to build up
my portfolio for school and future jobs after school.


Gram and I had an appointment with the lawyer about my trust fund where we
got a print out of the rules of what things can and cannot be paid for from
my trust fund. The short version is I still need to go to school, which the
trust pays, and there are different rules for me depending on if I am in
school or not and my grades and my living expenses. The rules are based on
tax law and my mothers will. Basically, it is designed to rule out me
adopting a retired drug oriented lifestyle, which I am not interested in
doing anyway. It also covers Gram's expenses while we live together. Our
first covered rent payment is next month. We have a spending account for
things like groceries and another for discretionary expenses, like movies,
pizza, and vacations.


I still don't discuss the trust with Tom at Gram's advice. She spent hours
talking to me about it and convinced me not to discuss it until after I
graduate from college. And to never mention it at school.


School is going okay. People treat me a lot differently since mom died. I
am more focused on school work. Gram is looking into trying to get finals
done earlier and moving to Galveston as soon as possible. I did tell Tom we
were trying to speed up my school year. Since April 1st, I have only seen
Tom about once every nine days. It feels odd to have him over, in bed, with
Gram in the very next room. Guess I never appreciated how much Mom
overlooked our stuff when she was alive. Gram never says anything but it
still makes me feel uncomfortable sometimes.


Saturday April 23rd was the private Amarillo Alternate Prom at the
Ambassador Hotel. It was open to ticket holders only, which were sold by
the PFLAG office on the West Texas A&M University campus. Tom and I went,
Daniel and Carlos did not go. I think the main problem for Dan was his age
and the cost. Tickets sold for $95 per person and included dancing, dinner,
and a live band.


Tom and I rented tuxes which I paid for out of my savings from years of
working at the vet office. Tom paid for his from his earnings at
Star’s. We drove in his car and passed on the limo option. It
was way too expensive.


The hall opened at 5:30pm on Saturday night. We arrived at 5:45 and hung
out by the entrance looking for people we know. Since the prom was open to
seniors from all schools and home schooled we discussed not seeing too many
people we knew. We saw two armed security guards at the ballroom entrance,
probably off duty Amarillo cops.


I saw eight people I knew from AHS, Tom introduced me to six people from
Caprock. I saw the vet's wife was a chaperone which made me wonder about
their teenage son I never met who was kept away from the business and went
to private school. Around 6:15 we took our seats at a table seating four
couples but two of them were single boys I never met before. We talked and
introduced ourselves long before the emcee told us to do so.


William, one of the single guys said he went to Holy Cross Catholic and the
other single guy Jason went to North Heights Alternative. The other two
couples were girls from Palo Duro High School on the north side of town. We
moved seats around so the guys were at one end and the girls were at the
other end so we could talk better. There was assigned seating but we
ignored that. While we were talking the band was setting-up on stage.


There was a speaker introducing this the 2nd annual alternative prom,
thanking the A&M PFLAG office for organizing the event, blah blah blah. We
mostly ignored what they were saying. The band had a hard time being quiet
during the short speech.


By 7pm we were eating fried chicken, coleslaw, baked beans, potatoes,
salad, cake, and our choice of pop. It sucked but nobody got sick. During
the last minutes of the meal the band started tuning up. Nobody at the
table heard of them, Jason said he heard they were just put together from
other bands in the area because no one band wanted to play at a gay
prom. The band was called Twist. They played a mix of dance and pop doing
songs from Elton John, Culture Club, Wham, K.D. Lang, Madonna, and Soft
Cell. There were the obligatory slow dance songs, straight songs we adopted
as our own, like Cherish by The Association and Faithfully by Journey. The
lead singer announced that the event was a success they had 290 paid
attendees and made a small profit for PFLAG and would have another one
again next year.


My big secret before the prom was I never danced before. In the car on the
way to the Ambassador I admitted to Tom I didn't know how to dance, he
assured me he would teach me, it would take all of a few minutes and I'd be
an expert. Nobody would know I was a newbie.


When the band started at 7:15 with Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go. Tonight
would be a night of lots of firsts for me. We held hands on the table when
the band started. We turned on our chairs to face each other sideways to
the table. Jason was behind me and William was behind Tom. I kept making
eye contact with William, don’t know why he was so interested in
what we were doing. We hardly ever spoke during dinner.


In the second song Tom got up still holding my hand pulling me to
standing. During the first song only a few couples got up, most of them
girls. Then in the second song, Everything She Wants, a ton of people
flooded onto the dance floor below the disco ball and colored spots moving
to the music. The band was actually rather decent. Tom pulled me to
standing, we moved to near the center of the floor where he started a
simple dance not moving his arms much, I just did what he did and after a
minute or two we were an exact match, so he added another move, which I
followed, then another and another, and before this song was over I had
forgotten that I had never danced before. My attention got focused on Tom's
wonderful face.


We were almost directly below the disco ball. He was bathed in tiny colored
squares of light beams. There was an occasional yellow spotlight that
passed over his face in a flash. The dance floor got more and more crowded
during the third song. Then the fourth one started, by Culture Club and we
were totally focused on each others eyes. Tom had this huge happy face, his
thick eyebrows were raised up giving him an excited and thrilled
expression. His wide smile and deep brown eyes pulled me in as if I was
hypnotized. I looked down a few times to check out his upper body. We had
left our Tux coats on our chairs but still had our ties and shirts
buttoned-up. I was starting to get sweaty. He was too.


During song five we headed back for the table where we took off our ties
and unbuttoned our shirts about four buttons down. I took off my cufflinks
and rolled up my sleeves. Tom kept his on.


Then the lights went down to only dim dark blue spots and the first slow
dance started. We went back to the closest edge of the floor and stepped
into each other pressing our hips together and embracing firmly. It felt
weird to be rubbing his back with a starched shirt on instead of his silky
smooth flesh. Moments later I un-tucked my shirt. He got the message and
slid his hands up the back of my shirt. We were staring closely into each
others eyes as we slowly rotated around on the dance floor. I caught a
glimpse of other couples starting to kiss, so I took the plunge and pressed
my lips into his and for the first time I kissed a boy in public. Let there
be no doubt about my gayness after tonight.


I felt totally relaxed and at peace with my eyes closed, flashes of blue
light crossing my closed eyelids from time to time as all I could sense was
Tom's front side, his mouth and tongue and fleshy thick lips gaining the
advantage over mine in the war of kissing supremacy. His tongue invaded my
mouth like a soldier entering a structure searching for any threats. He
inspected the inside of my mouth in a way he never had before. I started to
sprout a boner, not sure if he was yet. We had our groins smashed into each
others.


The song ended and the lights went off. We were still standing slowly
rotating, still sucking face. I heard the band announce taking a
break. Then I heard applause starting for something presumably for the
band. Then I caught a glimmer of light through my closed eyelids, still
sucking face with Tom. The applause kept up. I opened my eyes and was
instantly embarrassed to find we were the only ones on the dance floor, a
yellow spot directly over us was shining down on us and the entire prom was
applauding our kissing session. I grabbed Tom's hand and pulled him slowly
to our table where the rest of the couples there were standing applauding
us.


I was somewhere between embarrassed and proud. We sat down and leaned into
each other to discuss what just happened. William and Jason patted us on
our backs after we sat down.


The emcee played a few records while the band took a break. We had drinks
and took turns walking to the bathroom. After our break we sat at our table
holding hands facing each other. Jason asked Tom in the bathroom if we had
plans for after the prom. Tom whispered to me back at the table that we
were invited to a small party in the hotel after prom. I asked what would
be going on, he said something like the one we went to before Christmas in
his neighborhood. I agreed but reminded him of my promise to mom not to get
drunk and no drugs except maybe a puff off a joint.


The band returned, we danced more and started to get tired of the volume
and the table half full of lesbians who really wouldn’t talk to
us, so we got up and walked out of the ballroom to sit in the lobby for a
time with our coats and ties over our laps.


About fifteen minutes later Jason came by and nodded for us to follow him
to the elevator which we did. Up to the fourth floor we went to room 419
which was at one end of the hallway. The room had a balcony overlooking the
pool area, two rooms one with two king size beds and another with two
sofas, presumably that folded out into twin beds too. There were snack
trays and a keg of beer and some joints laying out on the table by the
sofas.


At first it was the three of us with music from his boom box while they had
Showtime on the TV with the sound muted. We sat on the sofa holding hands
while Jason welcomed in friends he knew from other tables at the
prom. Within one hour the place was about half full of high school aged
kids about one half girls and half boys I never met before, except for
William and Jason.


Some of the girls were dancing in front of the TV after someone shut off
most of the lights. Tom and I worked slowly on cups of beer from the small
keg. We kicked-in some bucks for the beers.


It was actually a nice gathering. No fights or people getting drunk or
puking or anything like that. When I went to the bathroom I caught a
glimpse of a couple under the sheets in one of the beds going at it. I had
to wait for a few minutes in line to pee. It made me a little uncomfortable
but Jason was sitting on the counter in the bathroom smoking a joint
blowing the smoke into the exhaust fan since it was supposed to be a no
smoking room I think. I'm not one to pee in front of strangers but I
whipped it out and did it anyway. He looked down at my dick and winked at
me, I stared back watching him smoke near the fan. Reminded me of kids
sneaking smokes in the bathroom in 7th grade. The fan was doing a decent
job, I never smelled smoke in the hallway while I was waiting to take my
turn peeing.


I went back to the sofa to sit by Tom. He had taken our coats and stashed
them on hangers by the door and had his shirt unbuttoned halfway to his
waist. I could hardly resist. I un-did my shirt too then turned to suck
face with Tom. He slowly pushed me back into the sofa arm so he could sort
of lay on top of me but we were sharing the sofa with William at the far
end, next to Tom's legs.


Tom got his hands on my chest to tweak my tits, my dick started getting
hard instantly. I had my hands up his shirt rubbing his back then grabbing
his butt cheeks from outside his pants. While we were sucking face I felt a
fifth hand on my crotch but I never looked to see who it was but someone
was grabbing my boner that must have been showing from under my slacks for
all to see since Tom was sort of across my hip and not my crotch.


After a short time the hand switched to my stomach under my shirt and slid
down my pants grabbing my dick aiming it towards my stomach then it just
held me and gently tweaked the head of my dick with finger tips. I could
feel it was slimy I must be dripping pre-cum a lot. Tom didn't seem to be
aware of what was going on down yonder.


There was a click near my head but I could see even through my closed
eyelids that the room was darker now. I could hear girls giggling and
laughing in the next room and I could hear some moaning on the other side
of the living room, probably from the other sofa. Tom pulled off me so we
both looked around.


Jason was sitting on the floor right next to me with his hand down my pants
he smiled at me but said nothing. Tom was on top of me and two other guys
were on the other sofa doing the same stuff as us. There were two couples
in the kitchen making out and mixing drinks and I think there must have
been three or four couples in the bedroom judging by the sounds. The
boombox was still playing music from a local dance music station.


Jason had his left hand down my pants but was watching Showtime. Tom seemed
unaffected by the foreign hand in my pants, it felt nice and didn't really
bother me much so I pretty much ignored it, but my dick didn't.


Tom laid his forehead into mine and gently lip tip kissed me for a long
time. He was so romantic and hot at times like this. I stretched my legs
out slowly forcing Tom to re-locate a bit. I laid my feet on William's lap,
then Tom turned to lay on me too with his legs also across William's lap,
but he never said anything. Jason ended up having to pull his hand out of
my pants but stayed close-by.


Tom adjusted his position so he was mostly on his right side facing out,
with me laying on my back pressed into him. He unbuttoned my tuxedo shirt
the rest of the way down then un-did my pants and zipper. He laid his left
hand on my chest to tweak my tits while Jason reached down my pants. Now
that my pants were wide open he started to sort of jerk me off a little. My
pants got so wet with pre-cum it felt like I pissed myself.


He pulled out of my pants briefly. I could hear Jason taking off his
clothes right next to me. I pulled away from Tom we both turned to watch
the show. Then William got off the sofa from under our legs to start taking
off his clothes too. William was small, maybe the size of Daniel. Jason was
tall like me and also skinny like me. As best I could see in a darkened
room with only the TV behind him for light I could see a mostly smooth body
but some hairs below his inny bellybutton down to a full bush above his
very long skinny dick. His balls were large. His chest was mostly flat,
obviously not a weight lifter. He had small dime size flat tits and no
facial hair. But his dick looked to be like eight or nine inches long and
dripping like mad.


William walked up behind Jason slipping on a condom then grabbing Jason's
extra long boner from behind. Jason leaned over grabbing his butt cheeks
spreading them wide for William to push home his average size dick.


They both sank to their knees, Jason put his hands on the sofa edge while
William scooted up closer and inserted his dick into Jason's pussy. Then
Jason raised up straight as William hugged him from behind. Jason leaned
forward onto my stomach, lifted the waist of my underwear and took my now
drenched boner into his mouth while William slowly worked him from behind.


William was on his knees doing Jason from behind with his eyes closed
looking up at the wall behind our sofa. He also looked like he never
partook in sports. He was a bit flabby with a plain inny bellybutton and
large-ish puffy oval nipples even larger than Tom's. I felt compelled to
stare at his body. Tom was still tweaking my tits and Jason was just
nursing on my dick like it was a pacifier or something, he really wasn't
working it at all. But that felt good too. Tom and I started to suck face
again.


I was starting to feel thirsty again since I think all my of body fluids
were either being sucked out of my mouth by Tom or leaking from my dick
into Jason's mouth.


It seemed to go on for a while when Tom started to get off the sofa. I
watched while he took off all his clothes. I was reminded by looking at his
wonderful body that he was the only non 100% caucasian person in the
room. Tom returned to his spot on his side between me and the back sofa
cushions now with his boner sticking out into the side of Jason's head. I
reached up to tweak his tits like he had done to me for the past half hour
or so.


Jason noticed the extra meat and pulled off me taking both of our heads
into his mouth at one time now working only our dick heads. I was still
leaking profusely.


By now William was picking up speed making Jason rock front to back making
it hard for him to work both our dicks at once. Finally he took only mine
again as William slammed in hard, grabbing his sides pulling Jason's ass
hard into his waist as he started to blast his cum into the condom.


William backed off Jason. His dick was still sticking out straight into the
room. He pulled off his condom and got to his feet heading for the
bathroom. Jason was now jerking himself off while he sucked my dick with
some energy. My guess was he was now about 35 minutes of time with my dick
in his mouth. It was making my dick sore from needing to cum.


I turned my mouth to Tom's ear and whispered that I really needed to cum
badly. He moved his mouth to my ear and whispered, "me too" back into
mine. We stared into each others eyes for a moment. I love it when we do
this.


Luckily about this time Jason rose up to his knees and started to jerk off
in front of us in earnest. He was skinny and smooth and pale. He dick was
nearly the same as Tom's from what I could see. About the same length as
mine but the head sort of aims up in the very final half inch.


He worked his dick with his eyes closed breathing heavily, sweat covering
his upper body. He was biting his lip and making painful faces. Then he
started to make hip thrusting moves then shot one rope of cum onto my right
arm and the side of the sofa, the rest dribbling to the pile of his clothes
on the floor under his knees.


Just after he stopped stroking his dick Tom rose to his knees and lifted my
legs pushing my knees to my chest. He spit a few times into his palm and
rubbed it on the head of his dick, then leaned down and hocked back a big
one and spit a large hocker onto my pussy then rubbed it around with his
fingers.


I pushed down like taking a crap and he easily slid himself deep inside me
then laid his weight on my ass, legs and chest. He took one of my
protruding nipples into his mouth and started humping me with lots of
energy. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride. I love it when he fucks me
hard, makes me moan from the intense pleasure. My moaning seems to
invigorate him making Tom hump harder.


Jason had left the room but William returned. I held out my hand motioning
him to come closer like a little child would. He walked up and kneeled down
next to us. I slid my hand over his smooth body and his large puffy nipples
which really drew my attention. He leaned a little, it seemed like he liked
having his tits played with.


I slid my hand down to his tummy sticking my bent thumb into his
bellybutton. It wasn't very deep. So I went back to rubbing his chest. I
could feel a few hairs in the center of his chest.


Tom started moaning and tossing his head back and forth, then he paused and
started to cum in me. Jason walked in the room, the three of us watched as
Tom groaned in pleasure as his orgasm rocked his body and made his ass
muscles twitch. When he was done, raised his head opening his eyes to look
around to see five of us watching and smiling he smiled back so we all
started to applaud him. He looked embarrassed but happy.


After a few minutes Tom climbed off, we headed for the bathroom to clean up
and drink bunches of water. We discussed heading for home. He told me he
had two beers the last one was about two hours ago and that was on a full
stomach so I assumed we were safe to drive home.


He stood at the sink washing his dick and crotch watching me piss into the
toilet, then we swapped places and I washed my butt crack while he pissed
and I watched. When he was done I turned to the door but he grabbed my
boner pulling me back to the sink, then standing close to my side, he
jerked me off onto the countertop. It only took me about 90 seconds to
cum. I shot one rope a foot long then the rest in a puddle. He grabbed a
foot of toilet paper and wiped up the mess then we walked back to the
living room to get dressed and say our goodbye wishes to the rest of the
guys and our host who I think was Jason.


William was sitting on the corner of the sofa in his underwear, I patted
him on the back of his head, he smiled up at me. I reached down for his
chest, I couldn't resist a few more tweaks of his wonderful tits.


I lead the way to his car. We talked about him sleeping at our place. He
agreed and with the greatest care we drove back to my apartment. Enroute he
mentioned that the same car was following us most of the way home. I told
him I thought he was being paranoid. We made it back to the apartment and
an anxious Great Dane. We walked Crow in the apartment dog run, which was
way too small for a Dane. But it had to do for a short time. Crow seemed
resigned to his fate not knowing why all these changes were taking place.


Tom spent the night and left the next morning after a short breakfast where
we told Gram some G-rated versions of the prom story that I’m
sure she knew wasn't the entire story but she was willing to act pleased.


Sunday I spent the day relaxing and reading. I checked my email
hourly. Gram and I had a conversation about the transition to college and
moving to the coast. She suggested I move into their spare room for a time
until I could find a place of my own and get settled into school and find
out exactly what would happen with Tom and school. There were still seven
weeks of school, a lot could change between now and then. I agreed with
her. She called Gramps to tell him about our talk. She has a way of
convincing me her ideas are the best. I really seem to trust what he tells
me. The more we talk the more I can see my mom in her eyes.


I emailed Tom with the suggested plan and asked him to consider doing the
same thing. Gram did allow for the possibility that I may eventually have a
roomie and they were willing to accommodate the two of us short term.


Sunday evening Tom emailed back saying he had another heated discussion
with his mom, who was still in denial about him growing up and moving
away. He said he still need to work on her.


School was like normal on Monday except the alternate prom was all the talk
in the hallways and classrooms on campus. I saw some fag graffiti on empty
blackboards in some classrooms. Rumor was our prom was better than theirs,
but ours was also twice the price of theirs and excluded all the fighters
and druggies that exist freely in the public schools.


I pretty much kept my mouth shut about that prom and ignored anyone
pretending to be my friend asking me if I went. I stayed mostly in the
study cubes in the student commons reading and doing this weeks homework
ahead of time keeping a low profile.


Daniel and I had lunch outside where I told him some of what happened in
the after party. He said there was a rumor about the CIA watching the
school because of me and I was some sort of spy. I laughed and reminded him
that my recent possession of dope and underage drinking probably would have
excluded me from being a spook for any government agency.  We both laughed.


I rode the public bus back home since my car was low on gas and I didn't
have much money left from my monthly $100 allowance Gram gave me. One older
guy on the bus kept on staring at me, so I opened my history text book and
pretended to read the rest of the way home. Inside the book I had one of
the 5x7 photos of Tom in his underwear on the boulder on the beach in
Galveston. I smiled at the photo and thought of how much I loved everything
about him.


When I got home there was a police car parked next to mine. Gram was
crying, there were two officers in the front room just leaving as I walked
in.


Gram told me to sit down. She then told me that the results of the autopsy
on my mom came back. She explained what an autopsy was and when they were
done and who decided when they were to be done. She said there was evidence
that she was poisoned while in the hospital and they had no leads or
suspects but were reviewing the security tapes and told us the local police
patrols would resume like just after she died and we might notice the
surveillance but should not pay any attention to it. I sat in silence. We
both sat in silence.


Two weeks later was spring break, for a four day weekend. That was it
really. Amarillo schools really are not a huge participant in spring break
fever. Town is far enough south that we've already had some summer like
weather for some time now. But we don't have a big beach to party at so the
richies head for Florida but the smart ones head for Galveston, the other
spring break hot spot after Florida and San Diego. Galveston isn't as
raunchy but has it's share of nude beaches and beach parties east and west
of downtown. The police don't get involved as long as there are no injuries
or property damage.


I got permission to fly down to visit Gramps. For the first time in my life
I boarded a plane by myself and flew from Amarillo to Dallas and then to
Galveston where Gramps was waiting outside the airport in his SUV that I
recognized right away. We drove downtown, since I was nicely dressed he
introduced me to his friend the editor of the Galveston Daily News. He
handed me a copy of their intern brochure and told me to call when I
moved. Then we went to the school campus where he had me meet another guy
he knew who was the Dean of the School of Language Arts where the
journalism students were. He took us around that part of campus and urged
me to consider their school. I told him I was thinking about the community
college, he said their English and journalism classes were held here on the
university campus! `No escaping this guy' I thought to myself.


We finally made it to the Davis bunker on stilts. The place hadn't changed
except they had an electric lift installed on their outside stairs because
of Gram's knees. Gramps said he only uses it once in a while and it's great
for hauling groceries to the top. I wondered if Crow would look at it and
think it he might refuse to take the steps. Either way it was a potentially
large problem.


After dinner we hung out for a while but I went to bed early. I called Tom
from the phone in the guest room, the place where I lost my virginity last
Christmas. I called Tom after locking the door. We talked for about an hour
and even jerked off together on the phone. We never did that before, but it
was really kinda hot.


Sunday morning I flew home after Gramps spent the weekend showing me how to
navigate around school, Galveston, and the two primary escape routes off
the island to the mainland. He also demonstrated the storm shutters that
rolled down by hand in case we were getting storms. He said they have been
used twice since they moved here in 1980. He said they get a big tropical
storm about every other year but hurricanes have been in 1983 and 1989 and
the house survived both just fine but their neighbors got bad damage. He
said their house is literally a bomb proof above ground shelter. He said
the guy who designed it and built it then lived in it for five years worked
for the weather service hurricane monitoring center.


Gram picked me up at the airport Sunday morning because Tom was working. We
hugged and had a long talk about the trip but I started to feel like she
already talked to Gramps after I left the island and he already filled her
in on everything that happened!


School Monday was like any other day. I got word when I got called to the
office during lunch that I would be allowed to test early from all my
majors if I really wanted to. I got the time, date, and location. It was
the same place across the street from where Tom goes like I did after the
funeral. Testing out would get me out of school three weeks early. It would
allow us to get moved and me to find a job in Galveston before their school
year ended and the jobs all disappeared. While I was there Gramps suggested
a couple places to try to get a job. One was a photo studio that also did
contract work for the newspaper.


Tom and I talked by email and phone during the week and spent Saturday
night like past ones, sitting in his car in the parking lot of the movie
theater, never seeing the show!


I got print outs in all my classes of what chapters in our text books would
be covered in finals. I gave it to Gram, so we spent one night making a
list of what I needed to learn and what I needed to review to pass finals
with all A's. Before May we had it all mapped out. Gram helped and I
crammed for tests. Tom was working on his mom with some success he said,
instead of her screaming in Spanish at him now they discussed plans for
visiting, relatives in Galveston, and job possibilities. He does not know
much about my trust fund, except that it exists. We still have no idea of
the exact amount of mom's estate. And now with the news of a possible
murder investigation money was the farthest thing from my mind.


We just lived a simple healthy happy lifestyle in a small two bedroom
apartment along a busy street in South central Amarillo. I'd give it all up
to get my mom back.


Life was slowly getting better.


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