Date: Tue, 24 May 2005 17:12:48 -0400
From: Sequoyah <sequoyah@charter.net>
Subject: Moon Watching 13

Moon Watching

Chapter XIII

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Chapter XIII

Keith was unusually quiet as we rode toward Hattiesburg, Derrick
driving. Earlier he had called the motel and talked to Janice. She told him
she'd reserve us a room and that she got off at five. Keith invited her to
a swim and dinner afterward and she accepted.

It was a few minutes before five when we arrived and Keith went to check
in. Janice had given us a two room suite with a living room area and a
bedroom. The bedroom had two king size beds and there was a pullout bed in
the sofa. When Keith saw it he said, "No way, Jose. If you two can't sleep
together without jump fucking, you'll just have to let me watch. I am NOT
going to sleep on a pullout torture rack!"

"Jump fucking?" Derrick asked.

I laughed. A baseball teammate from our freshman year had come to practice
one day all bleary-eyed and actually dropped off to sleep while the coach
was talking. "Yeager, what's the problem?" Coach asked.

"Coach, Ruth, who lives in the apartment above us, just let her boyfriend
move in with her and they have been jump fucking. You know, she lays on the
bed and he climbs on the chandelier and jumps. Jump fucking." All three of
us had the teenage giggles before Keith had finished.

"Well, I think I have a date," Keith said, as he undressed and pulled on
his swimsuit. I couldn't believe it when he was whistling before he had
completely undressed. Suited up, he grabbed a towel and said, "See you two
at the pool--before dark."

Keith was barely out the door before Derrick asked, "Tom, I hadn't noticed
Keith wearing a ring before. Did he and LaTasha have matching rings?"

"Derrick, this is going to sound crazy, but it's the truth. No, they did
not have matching rings. Keith found hers in a pawn shop one afternoon when
we were just browsing around. Keith wasn't wearing a ring when he went to
LaTasha's grave and the Micheaux brothers said LaTasha was wearing it when
she talked to them. It's spooky as hell, but I can see no other explanation
other than LaTasha gave Keith her ring this afternoon."

"Right or wrong on that point, it's spooky all right."

Derrick wrapped me in his arms and as he kissed me, I felt as though a real
load was lifted off my shoulders and I was tired. "It has been a long,
long, strange day, Lover," I said.

"It has indeed. I'm pretty bushed too."

"So am I," but not TOO bushed," I said. We lay on the bed and I guess our
tiredness and the emotional strain of the day accounted for the slow and
easy love making which followed.

An hour after he had gone to the pool, we joined Keith. He and Janice were
tossing a ball back and forth in the shallow end of the pool. When she saw
us, Janice waved and motioned to Keith and the two got out of the pool.

"Like something to drink?" Janice asked and both Derrick and I nodded. She
walked to a cooler sitting on a bench and came back with two cokes. "Keith
tells me you three had quite an adventure today."

"I guess we did," Derrick answered. "I'm not sure what we did or were
involved in today."

"You know Pearl River county is next to Louisiana and a lot of the beliefs
and practices of that part of the world are to be found in the country
where you were today. Best thing to do is just accept it. Otherwise, you'll
drive yourself nuts."

"Ok, but I really would like to know one thing," Derrick said. "Keith, I'd
like to know where you got the ring. Both Micheaux brothers said they had
TALKED to LaTasha and said she was wearing that ring or one like it. They
described it perfectly. Did LaTasha give it to you today?"

"She did," Keith said. "I know she did, but I was kinda sitting by her
grave talking to her as if she was there and then, suddenly, I was sure she
was kneeling beside me. We talked and she told me she had released all the
pain and hatred her step-brothers had caused in her and she was at peace
now. She talked to me about my life and my need to get on with it. We
talked for what seemed like hours, then she kissed me and disappeared. I
felt as if all the pain and anger I had felt vanished and then I saw the
ring, lying on the stone marking her grave. Make of that what you will."

"I'd say LaTasha appreciates the love you gave her and have for her, but
she wants you alive and living" Janice offered.

"I think you're right," Keith said. "Now it's six-thirty. How about another
swim and then Janice is taking us to a swanky place she knows about for
dinner."

"Yeah, swanky, don't know where he got that," Janice laughed.

"I suspect Keith is just blinded by your beauty..."

"Wow, why didn't I think of that?" Keith said.

"Because you are too conceited," Derrick answered. "Anyway, Janice, if we
are going to a swanky place, we hardly have clothes for it."

"You'll do," she answered.

We swam and played in the pool for about an hour and then went to the room
to get dressed.

"You have found one classy lady," Derrick said and he gave Keith a bop on
the arm. "Too bad she's in Mississippi and you're headed for North
Carolina."

"Besides, she's too old for you," I said. "She's a college woman and you
are a high school boy."

"Rising junior MAN," Keith said. "And what's with this boy shit?"

Derrick was ready to jump to my defense and I knew it so I said, "Hold it,
Derrick. I know the taboo against calling an AFRICAN-AMERICAN boy." Derrick
relaxed. "Keith and I have had fun with the boy bit since we were three, I
think. I called him a boy and he objected--neither or us had the slightest
idea why--and I said, 'If you're not a boy, what are you?' Old Keith was at
a loss and finally said, 'I'm a girl.' Been a joke with us ever since."

"You know, at times I am jealous of you, Keith, because you know so much
more of the man I love than I do and at other times I am jealous of both of
you because you have been friends for years. Tom asked me once if I had
ever been in love and I had to say no. I mean before I fell in love with
him. He asked about having a friend, a real friend, I had to say no to that
question as well. Same with your families. Sure, Tom will get a talking to
when he gets back, but there'll never be any question but what that's
because his parents love him. Yours love you too, Keith."

"Guess we need to be reminded how lucky we are from time to time," Keith
said.

We at least had clean clothes and when we were dressed, we went to the
lobby to meet Janice. She was dressed in a simple summer outfit, but like
everything else she had been wearing, looked wonderful in it. Bet Keith
really did wish he was older.

We put the top down and turned the stereo up, but not excessively loud and
drove through the streets of Hattiesburg in the early evening. Janice was
showing us the town and we were, all four, having a good time. I kept
thinking, "Keith is born again."

Finally she directed us back to the motel "so you can get your bearings as
I won't be coming back with you" and then we headed back to town. Janice
was insisting Keith write down every turn so we could find our way back.

We finally pulled into a street that reminded me of College Park. The
houses were about the same vintage--just post-WWII. "Turn in the next
drive," she said as we crossed an intersection.

"This is a restaurant?" Keith asked.

"Not at all," Janice laughed. "It's my granny's house. She raised Josh and
me after our mother died in childbirth and our father left for parts
unknown. He drank himself to death some years later, but we never knew
him. I told granny about you three and she said, 'Bring them to dinner
tonight. I'll try to make it swanky,' so here we are."

Mrs. La Fayette was a woman, I'd guess in her sixties, very attractive. It
was easy to see where Janice and Josh got their good looks. She made us
feel like honored guests very quickly.

Over dinner we learned she had been principal of an elementary school, so
she and I had things to talk about. She was also very interested in the
car. When Derrick told her it had been a real eyesore when he first saw it,
she was very interested in the fact that all three of us were in a
science-math program, honors students and still took vocational
classes. Keith told her the difficulty we had in getting to do that.

After dinner we moved to a screened porch overlooking a well-manicured lawn
and beautiful, if small, garden. When Keith and Janice went to serve
coffee, Mrs. Lafayette said,"Maybe you can get to see Josh and Janice this
fall. They will be at Spelman and Morehouse."

"I thought they were in college already," I said, "since they have summer
internships."

"No, they both graduated this past spring, but as your school is math and
science magnets, they managed to get into a hospitality industry sponsored
program in their high school. They got the internships on the
recommendation of their sponsor."

I glanced at Derrick and we both got a sly grin on our face. Old Keith may
have really lucked out and not known it.

When we got ready to leave, we thanked Mrs. Lafayette for a wonderful
evening and Derrick and I walked to the car. Keith and Janice came behind
us and I noticed they were holding hands. When they reached the car, Janice
gave Keith a quick kiss and said, "Goodnight, Keith. Sleep well and maybe
we'll meet again."

Keith got in the car and as we drove off, said, "Man, that is some woman!"

Janice had told Keith she would be at Spelman in the fall and said she
would call him.

"Keith, she is a college freshman, you're a rising high school
junior. Don't you think she's a little old for you?" Derrick asked.

"Hey, if I said I'm twenty-four and she's twenty-six, would you be saying
that?"

"Yeah, I can see your point, but you're going on seventeen and she's going
on nineteen. Hummm, even that doesn't sound too bad; but you're in high
school and she's in college, that does sound like there's a real
difference."

"Well, I have seen her twice and she said, without actually saying it,
'Don't call me, I'll call you, ' so we'll see."

I called Mom and Dad and talked to them for a good long time. I told them
what we had found out, but not the spooky part. I assured them we were
getting to bed and getting a good night's sleep before we took off in the
morning. Dad suggested since we were traveling anyway we take in sights if
we saw something worthwhile. "We'll see you when you get here," he said.

I suggested Keith talk with his parents as well, but he was
reluctant. Finally he said he would if he didn't have to talk with his
dad. "You know how he is," Keith said and I nodded as I had seen
Mr. Anderson go off at the snap of a finger. He always apologized and after
he had gone off over Keith having a pistol, had gone in to an anger
management program.

We finally agreed Derrick would call Keith's place and get his mom on the
phone before turning it over to Keith. Turns out that was not necessary as
she answered the phone and she and Keith talked for well over an hour.

When Keith finally hung up, he said, "I didn't realize it, but Mom and Dad
had both been concerned about my mental health. Even more surprising, it
was Dad who noticed it first and talked to Mom. They planned to get me in
counseling as soon as I got back to Callypack," using the run together way
College Park often sounded among uneducated residents. "May still do that,
but don't think it's really necessary."

The trip back to Chattanooga took almost exactly the same amount of time as
did the trip from it to Hattiesburg had. Keith was driving first and simply
set the car on seventy-nine and kept her there. Derrick did the same when
he took over after lunch.

When we reached Chattanooga, we decided we would take in the Tennessee
Aquarium. Man, it was great. We all found it especially so since the whole
exhibition started with the mountains of Appalachia and ended when the rain
from the mountains found it's way into the Gulf of Mexico. Derrick was
certainly in no rush to leave the mountain exhibit since he began to make
connections with our place in North Carolina.

Keith drove again until we got to Ocoee. We stopped at the visitors center
and walked around a bit. I had always been fascinated by the whole TVA
project and the Ocoee power stations were part of it. Now the dams, river
and lake serve a new purpose. They are prime recreational areas. In fact
the 1996 Olympic white water sports were held there, miles from Atlanta.

With our stops in Tennessee it was almost 11:00 when we turned into the
drive to our mountain place.

Mom and Dad greeted us warmly, but I knew that was an expression of their
love for the three of us and not a way of saying all is well. Supper was
great since our trip to Mississippi wasn't mentioned but as soon as we had
eaten and the table cleared, Mom put the kettle on. I knew what that
meant. As soon as it was hot enough, we all made a mug of tea and went
outside and sat on the porch.

The air was so clear the stars looked as if you could touch them. The night
sounds which ordinarily sounded so peaceful now seemed to be anything but
peaceful.

As soon as we were seated, Keith said, "Mr. and Mrs. McCarter, I know you
were very upset with Tom for driving to Mississippi and I can understand
that. Maybe if you had been here, you would have seen what he and Derrick
saw and told him to go, I don't know. But I'm not exaggerating, Tom saved
my life--again." Keith then talked for half an hour or more with the only
interruptions being those seconds when he stopped to sip his tea.

Keith finally wound down and just before he finished, he said, "Maybe,
Mr. and Mrs. McCarter, you have a son more adult than we thought."

Dad agreed and said, "Not sure his mom would agree, but the truth of the
matter is, had Tom asked permission, it would not have been given, so if
the trip to Mississippi was necessary, I can't argue with you all
going. Given the outcome, I can't say anything about it was wrong. I would
like for all three of you to think about what might have happened had there
been an accident." Mom nodded in agreement and that was it.

Time for bed, Keith went to the guest room and closed the door without
commenting on the fact that he felt ok with being alone. I was very glad I
wasn't in bed alone and let Derrick know that.

Mom and Dad didn't leave until Monday morning early and the three of us had
another week in Carolina before we had to go back. I never used all my cell
phone minutes and since they rolled over, I had a pile of them at the
beginning of the week and none by the time I got home. Derrick said the
same call was made so many times the telephone dialed the number as soon as
someone picked it up. Keith talked to Janice every morning for at least an
hour and she called him and talked equally as long each night.

Baseball camp was pretty much a bust. If I had been most kids parents, I
would have demanded my money back. After the first two days, the camp was
overrun with scouts looking at Derrick and three other guys. It would be
two years before Derrick could consider going professional and while the
other three were a year older, they were still too young for scouts. The
rest of the camp was a kind of backdrop for the four.

Derrick was really angry and at the beginning of the second week demanded a
conference with the camp director. He asked the director to address the
camp and apologize for the slipshod way it was being run, but nothing came
of it. As soon as we got back to College Park the three of us called our
baseball coach and told him about the camp. I don't know what else he did,
but he switched a couple of guys he had signed up for later sessions of the
Tennessee camp to another one.

Summer school is summer school and that means it's not regular school. No
discipline problems because if a teacher has to speak to you the second
time she says, "Enough, out!" No principal, no parent conference, just,
"Enough, out!"

Two classes a day, one from nine until eleven and one from eleven-fifteen
to one-fifteen. There was a ten minute break in the middle of each, but
otherwise they were two hour classes. To tell the truth, I think most of us
liked it.

The first day of summer school, Marc and Kent came walking across campus
and, sure enough, they were holding hands. As soon as they saw us, they
started running and when they were within speaking distance Marc called
out, "Keith! Tom! Derrick! Glad you three are here!"

"What are you guys taking?" I asked.

"Can you believe it? We're doing Algebra Two," Kent laughed. "You available
for tutoring?"

"Sure," Derrick said. "Get up with us after second class. Maybe we can grab
some lunch."

That first day set the pattern for the rest of summer school. We had class,
then the five of us went to Lunch on the Corner, a small place that served
lunch only, and had lunch. With Derrick's being recognized for his
baseball, his mother and stepfather were sending him a larger allowance so
he had his own lunch money. But anyway, he wasn't as touchy about Keith or
my buying things for him as he was at first.

Each day we ate lunch; then all five of us went to the College Park
library--it was air-conditioned and that was a necessity in July
Georgia--and did our homework. Marc and Kent didn't have to have a lot of
help, but we were there when they did. It was usually about 2:30 when we
finished. Made for little time to loaf, but as Keith reminded us, we'd have
it easy during the regular school year.

One thing about attending summer school, it made the time fly and soon it
was time for the last day. It only lasted long enough to get our report
cards. All five of us had two As and that would really look good on Marc's
and Kent's record. They were getting themselves in a good position for
college.

When I got home that afternoon, Mom and Dad were busy packing, getting
ready for their trip to Vegas for an educational conference of some
kind. They were leaving mid-morning. I was planning to drive them to the
airport, but they suggested I drop them off at the MARTA station. Suited
me. Hartsfield could be a nightmare.

While they were finishing packing, I finished packing myself. Originally
Keith, Derrick and I were going to North Carolina, but Keith told us at
lunch he wouldn't be going. "Guess I'll come up with your mom and dad,
Tom."

"And just what is more exciting than being with your two best buddies?"
Derrick asked.

Keith actually blushed, I think, as he got a wide grin across his face. "I
have another invitation and I had to think about for ages--a whole
nanosecond--before I accepted. Janice called last night..."

"Man, that must have surprised you," I laughed.

"Well, it did because as soon as I answered she said, 'Keith, Josh wants to
talk to you.' When Josh got on the phone, he said he had talked to his
grandmother and she agreed that he had put in enough time with that jerk we
met. Josh talked to the restaurant owner and he said he'd give Josh a good
writeup for the summer. 'He told me working with the jerk was good
experience because there were plenty of them in the industry, then told me
to enjoy the rest of my summer,' he said. So Josh invited me down for two
weeks. I suggested he and Janice come back with me since I'll have the
truck to bring their stuff. They'll have only a day before they get all
involved in freshmen orientation at Spelman and Morehouse. While they are
doing that, I'll go to North Carolina."

"Sounds like you've got it bad," I said.

"Sure feels like it," Keith replied.

I dropped Mom and Dad off at the MARTA station Saturday morning and went by
to pick up Derrick. I had called Joe a couple days before and learned he
and Trey were both home over the weekend. I had invited them to go to North
Carolina with us, but they had other plans.

When we learned Keith would not be going to North Carolina with us, I
talked to Derrick and we decided to talk to Joe and Trey some more about
making love--you know, the physical part of it. When I called and told Trey
what we wanted he suggested we have lunch with them. "Come when you get
your parents on their way," he had said.

When Derrick and I arrived, Joe and Trey were sitting on a side screened
porch and called to us as we started up the walk. We walked into a small
garden and took the path to the porch from there. "Come on in," Joe called
out. The two were seated at a small table, glasses of lemonade in
hand. They were dressed in shorts and tank tops which showed off their
great bodies to excellent advantage.

"Saw your straight buddy drive by this morning," Trey said, then
laughed. "I guess I should say I heard him drive by. He gave a blast on the
big horns as he drove by."

As I had done, Keith had souped up his truck and had nice exhausts that
played a sweet tune of power, not loud, just gutsy. The horns were another
matter. He had a "town-country" switch and the horn he used in town was
close to normal, but powerful enough to let you know he meant business. His
"country" horn didn't ask you to let him pass; it blew you out of the way.

"I'm surprised he didn't just fly over to Mississippi. His feet were far
enough off of the ground that a few flaps of his arms and he'd be
airborne," Derrick laughed.

While we were talking, Joe had poured lemonade for us and we were just
relaxing with good friends and a cool drink. Now that we were here, I
wasn't exactly at ease knowing why we were with the two.

"Queen Joyce in the royal chambers?" I asked since I'd seen no evidence of
her being around, but there was nothing unusual about that. She had meant
it when she said she didn't want the men messing in her business and she
wasn't about to mess in theirs. However, Joe and Trey did do some messing
in her business when they thought she was endangering her health.

"She surprised us both," Trey said. "She hung around here trying to occupy
herself and failing until one day last week Joe had enough--since I was
gone all week I was spared--and asked her what had she not seen that she'd
like to see. She started rattling off a list of things."

"The next day I called a person I know who works for a travel agency," Joe
said, "and asked her what she could cook up. I dropped off the list I had
made of Queen's 'want to see' and gave it to her. We had forced Queen to
get a passport ages ago telling her, rightly, that we kept one up-to-date
in case an opportunity arose to use it. The travel agent put together an
"Around the World" package which included many things on Queen's list and
took care of travel, guides, accommodations, everything."

"Queen balked at the cost until Joe reminded her she had few expenses and
her pension was not that slim," Trey said. "She dragged poor Joe shopping
and I thought I had escaped that, but the next day I was home, I got
dragged. She packed enough to last a lifetime, but there would be porters
and, as you know, the Queen goes in style.. Right now she's in Peru and
will be going to Machu Pichu, one of the places high on her list."

"Yeah, we reminded her she had altitude sickness in Mexico City, but she
said she had been getting accustomed to the altitude and, "...besides, if i
poop out, it's ok by me. I've decided there are things I want to see before
I die and if I die before I complete the list, I'll know it was my time to
go," Joe chuckled. "She doesn't know it yet, but we're joining her in
Fiji."

Finally, after we had been just chatting for half an hour or so, Joe said,
"I guess you guys are a little shy so I'll just asked. What do you want to
know about?"

Derrick looked at me and we both blushed. With my complexion there was no
hiding the fact--I turned bright red.

"Well, we've been--I hate calling it giving each other a blow job or
sucking each other off," I said.

"Yeah, and fellatio sounds like some Italian dance or something," Derrick
added.

Trey started laughing like a fool and when he regained some control said,
"I bet a lot of Italians have done that dance." Then, when he was calmed
down, said, "Cocksucking, whatever. You don't have to call it anything
since Joe and I know what you're talking about. Problems?"

"Well, we did kinda get hold of a gay porn DVD and the guys in it...."

"Hold it right there," Joe said. "I can enjoy a few minutes of a gay fuck
flick occasionally, but after that it's boring. Those guys do that for
money and you are going to be in bad shape if you expect to do all they
do. Some of it you don't WANT to do, but anyway, what's your problem?"

"Well, I gag when I try to take all of Tom in my mouth," Derrick said.

"Any complaints from Tom?" Trey asked.

"Well, no," Derrick said, "but..."

"Tom, any complaints?"

"Hell no, Trey, man oh man no," I answered. "Besides, he's getting better
all the time. That man's got a magic tongue."

"How about you, Derrick, any complaints about Tom's technique?"

"Well, no, no, none at all. He's got a wicked tongue too."

"Ok, important rule: The standard by which you judge your love making is
what your partner says, not gay porn, not some web site, not what Trey and
I say or do. Ok? It's you and your lover. Sure, your technique is getting
better and will get better. That's the reason you practice baseball, why I
go to the pistol range and why I keep tuned in to Trey. Practice makes love
making better and your partner can, without ever speaking, let you know
when you are good and when you are excellent. So long as you watch the
teeth and don't bite, your lover's hot mouth and tongue on your cock is ok
now and will be better."

I thought I was sure of what Trey was saying, but I wanted to be sure and
we talked about communicating with your lover when you are having sex for a
good long time.

"But I suspect you didn't want to come and talk about Italian dances," Trey
said and started laughing again.

"Well, see, Tom and I have been talking and we have two weeks to ourselves
in North Carolina and we thought it might be a good time to, you know..."

"You mean that Irish dance, analingus?" Joe asked.

"I don't think so," Derrick said. "What's that?"

Joe replied that it is commonly called "rimming' and what it
entailed. Derrick said it may entail something, but not his tongue. Trey
said he agreed. "As much fun and pleasure as it might be, they be some
weird little bugs down there," he grinned.

"Well, I don't think we should tell these two what to do or not do--I mean
beyond making sure you two know that no means no, even when your lover says
it," Joe said. "I know some couples who are really into rimming and if you
what to try it, be my guest--after you make damn sure you are protected
against hep A and B.

"Hep?" I asked.

"Hepatitis A and B, serious liver diseases."

"We're talking about making love." Derrick objected, "not some health
thing. What's all this disease stuff?"

"Look, making love, like anything else, carries risks. I don't want you to
get all hung up on the disease thing," Joe responded. "You are both
virgins...."

I gave Joe a sharp look. See, as much as I was in love with Derrick, I
guess I hadn't trusted him enough to tell him about Shawn. Joe returned my
look and stopped talking.

"Well, I guess that leaves anal intercourse," Trey jumped in. He guessed
what was going on, I was sure. "If you think fellatio's street names are
bad, anal intercourse's are probably worse, but we all know what we are
talking about, don't we?"

Derrick and I nodded.

Joe asked if we had been playing with our lover's "back door," and we told
him we had.

Well, we talked awhile, but nothing was said that we hadn't read on
Internet sites. Trey said, "Love is required and foreplay essential."

Joe added, "Too much lube is almost enough and slow and easy is the rule."

Trey and Joe both started to talk at once, but Trey stopped and Joe said,
"And remember, stop means stop!"

"Look, you know all you can learn without practice," Trey said. "And
remember, if either of you doesn't like being top or bottom, then you say
so and your lover respects that. Respect covers a very large part of being
lovers as it does being friends and I know you two are both."

"Anyway, Joe and I know several couples who simply do not like anal
intercourse. Again, the porn flick would have you believe everyone does it,
everyone likes it and that you can just shove it in and pound away. If you
want to watch a porn flick now and then, no harm done, I'd say, but
remember they are about pumped up sex, not love making. I guess people do
those kinds of things, but it's just getting your rocks off. "

"Yeah," Joe said. "It's not love when you stick your cock through a hole in
the wall for a blow job or when you bend over and take a stranger's cock up
your ass. There's no such thing as "safe sex" when every Tom, Dick and
Harry pokes a cock up your ass. The vice squad found a thirteen year old
kid last week with a man's cock in his butt. The man was old enough to be
the kid's grandfather. The old bastard was HIV positive. Kids don't seem to
learn."

That ended our talk about sex and love making and we all relaxed and talked
about any old thing which came to mind. Once again, Derrick and I had a
great visit with our mentors. I invited them to North Carolina and they
said they hoped they could get up, but would have to wait and see what the
week brought.

As we got ready to leave, Joe and Trey told us to hold on a minute, went
inside and came out with two boxes, Joe handed me one and Trey gave Derrick
one. Written in large letters on each was, "To be opened in North
Carolina."

I was all packed and ready to head to North Carolina, but Derrick had
somethings he needed to do for his grandmother so we decided we'd leave the
next day. "Ten o'clock," I told him as I dropped him off. "I want to sleep
late."

"Ten o'clock," he said and started leaning toward me for a kiss when I
caught a glance at a guy walking down the street. I got really pissed when
we thought we had to straighten up--when it was very wise to straighten
up--and pass on exchanging a kiss. If it had been Keith and Janice, they
could have been doing all kinds of nasties and it would be ok.

Derrick sensed I was unhappy and simply said, "Save it for when we get to
North Carolina," as he gave my hand a squeeze.