Date: Sat, 15 Sep 2007 13:39:57 -0400
From: Sequoyah's Place <drdelmas@gmail.com>
Subject: Saga of the Elizabethton Tarheels--28

Saga of teh Elizabethton Tarheels
Chapter Twenty-eight


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Chapter Twenty-eight

Sunday morning found us at old St. Paul's, Clarisa in her usual place
and Justin and I on duty. As soon as the procession reached the
chancel, I saw Susan, John, and Bobbie had joined Clarisa. Thinking about
that Sunday morning in Key West, I hoped John and Justin managed to
restrain themselves and not announce to the world Justin and I were
having great sex, and they did. I said a prayer of thanksgiving for
Justin and his love as well as for friendship and a special plea for
Adam to understand, but silently!

After church, Bobbie said, "Susan and I have made a picnic. Thought
we'd take the boats out and picnic to gently let us down after Florida.
School's back in session tomorrow and with the prom and AP exams,
we'll not have a lot of time until summer. Well, until after AP exams,
then we'll have a couple weeks to coast."

"Smart thinking, ladies," John said, then turned to us and asked, "You
two up for a day in Tarheel waters?"

"Meet you at the marina," I said. "We'll get drinks." Justin and I went
home, changed clothes and I got covered with sunscreen, put the
cooler in the car and we were at the marina before the other three
arrived.

We uncovered the boat, put the cooler in and started motoring out of
the marina. No use waiting on the others since John's boat, even in
the "no-wake" area was still faster than my sailboat under power.
Sure enough, we had just cleared the "no-wake" area when John
cruised alongside. "To the island?" he called and Justin gave him the
thumbs up.

John opened up his boat and was gone like a shot. We could have
continued under power and perhaps reached the island in less time,
but we were in no hurry and Justin and I both like to just go with the
breeze, sailing under quiet wind power alone. While I handled the tiller,
he hoisted the sails and we moved into the main channel, heading for
the island we had enjoyed since we were old enough to be allowed to
have the boat without adult supervision.

As we approached the island, I could see Susan and Bobbie were
behind John's boat, water skiing. We had all started when we were still
in grade school and we were all good, but Bobbie and Susan were
definitely the best and they were showing it.

Once Justin and I reached the island, we put the cooler under the
umbrella the three had opened, and went back to the boat. We caught
a good breeze and sailed away from the island for a ways then tied
the tiller and drifted. I was lying in Justin's arms and he bent forward
and kissed me on the top of my head. I looked up, smiled and he bent
over and kissed me on the lips, softly.

"You want to know a secret?" he asked, smiling. Before I could answer
he said, "Lover boy, I love you twice as much as yesterday when I
loved you more than was humanly possible."

"Not true, because I am human and I loved you the same." After that
brief exchange, we were silent and just enjoyed being together and
floating with the sea.

Since we hadn't eaten since breakfast, less than an hour after we left
the marina I turned the boat and we sailed back to the island, landing
just as the picnic basket was being opened. Susan and Bobbie passed
around sandwiches as Justin opened drinks and passed them to the
thirsty, seafaring folk.

After we had eaten, we just lazed around until school intruded. "Ok,"
Bobbie said, "Tomorrow it's back to school. We have the prom in two
weeks and three weeks after the prom, AP exams..."

"So we keep being reminded," John said.

"Right, and we need to get back into the habit of studying," Susan
contributed.

"You're right and I don't want my schedule to interfere," Justin said,
"but it is going to be 6:15 before I can start. I promised I'd work until
6:00 every night except Friday when the store closes at 9:00 and I'll
have to handle closing duties. I'll close at least two other nights and
won't get home until probably 6:30, maybe a bit later."

"I'm sure we can find plenty to do until then," Susan said. "In fact, why
don't we do our regular homework before we get together? That way,
we'll have that out of the way, but still have an opportunity to help
out anyone who gets stuck. When Justin gets home from the store,
we can have supper and then do our group studying until 9:30 or later
if needs be. Leaves you doing homework late, Justin."

"No problem. I'd have to anyway. If I do homework after we've done
our group study, it should go faster. If I get stuck, Marc will have
done it and can help out."

"Ok, so we just need to make sure when we have supper at 6:15 and
when at 6:30. Can you get a definite schedule for closing? At least
know a couple days before you need to do it?" Bobbie asked.

"Should be no problem," Justin said. "By the way, Bobbie, where did
you bury the cotton-candy-for-brains cheerleader?"

"I believe it was called Garden Key. Yeah, and I didn't have to swim
seventy miles to reach freedom. All right, I'm glad I woke up, ok, really
glad and would do it again. But I did love the big baby and I still do.
Doesn't mean I'll go crawling back and that's the only way I could get
back right now, but also doesn't mean it doesn't hurt."

"Yeah," Justin said and that was all anyone said for a couple minutes.

"Alright, next problem," Bobbie finally said. "Transportation. With
Justin's new schedule and Adam out of the picture, the old system is
not going to work."

"I can still take Justin to work as I go to tutor," Susan said.

"But he'll have no way home," John said. "I was thinking about it last
night. Susan can pick Bobbie up in the morning and Justin will be
coming with Marc..."

"No pun intended, I assume," Bobbie said as innocent as could be.

"Just a factual report," John responded as serious as he could be, but
with a "jackass eating briers" grin on his face. "In the afternoon, I'll
drop Marc and Bobbie off, Justin can drive Marc's car and Susan will
have hers."

"Fine, except what about Bobbie? There's no Adam to bring her to
study hall," I said.

"I'll pick her up on the way back from tutoring..."

"Could the kids use another tutor this late in the year?" Bobbie asked
Susan.

"It's never too late and there are never enough tutors," Susan
responded. "You volunteering?"

"Why not? Would solve a transportation problem and I think doing
something worthwhile with my time would be good for me."

"Another problem solved," John said. "Next problem is Bobbie's date
for the prom," John said. "Justin, Marc, any volunteers?"

"Sure," I quickly answered.

"Nothing doing," Bobbie responded. "I think you two should go as each
other's dates."

"Only if we want to get beaten to a pulp," Justin responded.

"Bobbie, don't get me wrong. I don't want to push someone off on you,
but if you want a date, I think I can handle it. My cousin, Kenneth
Thurmond, lives in Raleigh and last year his sister needed a date for a
big country club spring dance. I agreed to go and he owes me one.
Hate to say this, but he makes me look pretty drab and ordinary, has
a great sense of humor, is a great dancer and, right now, he's free.
He finally got his fill of his perennial date after the third time she
passed out drunk and he got blamed. How about it?"

"John, I don't have to have a date and sure don't want someone who is
doing a duty."

"Well, of course, he will be in a sense, but I can guarantee he will be a
great date. How about it?"

"Let me think about it. I'll let you know in a day or two, if that's
alright."

"Sure, fine."

"The Clan solves the problems of the world -- well, their very, very
little world -- again," Justin announced as the sun was just above the
horizon and it was time to pack up and go. The girls went for one last
spin on the water skis as Justin and I turned the sailboat toward the
marina.

Clarisa had already gone to her apartment when we got back. We
raided the fridge and then went up. As soon as the door closed behind
us, I went to the nightstand and removed the package. "Play time!" I
said and watched a silly grin cover Justin's face.

We read the "instructions" from our friends in Florida. As we were
reading, Justin started laughing like he had flipped out. Finally, he was
able to speak and said, "You know, I don't think most folks need
instructions for sex. Does that mean we are too dumb to know how to
have fun?"

"Bet a lot of folks wish they had got instructions. Even with
instructions, I'm kinda nervous about this."

"Don't be," Justin said, swept me in his arms and held me close as he
covered my mouth with kisses. Still holding me, he reached out, took
a bottle of lube from the box and handed it to me. "I'm not nervous --
well, maybe just a tiny little bit."

I started lubing his rosebud and after playing with it for several
minutes while we exchanged kisses, slipped a finger inside. No need
for a play-by-play description, just let it be said that we were learning
and the lessons were enjoyed by all.

Monday dawned as I knew it would. Breakfast was waiting when Justin
and I came down after showering and dressing for school. Clarisa
joined us, of course. Breakfast finished, we were heading out the door
when Clarisa said, "Be careful and keep your eyes open. You don't
know what Adam's been up to."

We pulled into the parking lot and parked beside Susan. We had just
parked when a red BMW convertible, top down, cruised in and parked
beside Susan. As John turned off the car, Susan said, "I see, more
hand-me-downs," and laughed.

"Yeah, while we were gone, Lacy decided we had no use for that van
and traded it in on a very sedate Buick sedan. She gave me a choice,
knowing, I'm sure, she was going to be just another lady at the club
with a Buick."

While we were talking, Adam came roaring in, and I do mean roaring in.
It was obvious he had spent a good part of the weekend -- and his
allowance -- on a new exhaust system for his car. If loud was good,
his was top of the line. "Guess Mr. Sanford lost a round," John said.
We had all heard Adam complaining because his father insisted he
have quiet mufflers on his restored Chevy.

When Adam parked, he gunned the engine a few times in case
someone had missed his arrival. Car parked, Adam and his three jock
buddies, Arnold Blake, Bear Gordon, and Kev Jenkins piled out. I was
surprised when Kev's brother Sandy crawled out of the car as well.
Kev was a fullback on the football team and built like a tank. I guess
he got all the brawn because Sandy was slim and trim. Not scrawny,
he had a swimmer's or runner's build. I had seen him in gym and he
was a lot tougher and stronger than he looked, but he was definitely
out of place with football types and that involved more than his build.
Unlike the other three, he got out of the car and headed inside,
almost as if he was afraid someone would think he was a part of the
loudmouths he came with. Any conversation about Adam and his
friends was cut short by the morning bell.

Our first class was small -- there were only twelve people in it -- and
included the whole Clan. I wondered how Adam would handle that since
there were none of his jock buddies in any AP class. While there were
only twelve people in Mrs. Powers two AP classes -- one junior and one
senior, American history and world history, respectively -- they were
in her regular class room with twenty-five desks. Since the class was
essentially discussion of materials we had read and researched, we
usually circled our desks with Mrs. Powers in the circle with us. When
Mrs. Powers gave the signal for us to "circle up," we did. When we
had, I noticed Adam was missing. A split second before the tardy bell
rang, he walked into class and took a seat in a desk at the back of the
room.

Mrs. Powers is not known for suffering fools gladly and I had heard
her argue pretty forcefully for the use of sarcasm in the classroom.
I'm sure we were all braced for what was sure to follow. "Now, let me
see if I can understand this, Adam. You are sitting back there as if
you'd like not to be noticed, but then that can't be true. I, along with
half the county, heard your arrival this morning. Just in case someone
might have missed your grand entrance, you gunned the motor to
show off your new exhaust system.

"So it can't be you decided to sit in the back of the room to avoid
being noticed. Oh! You've dropped out of AP world history and you're
sitting back there waiting for the paper work. But no, I haven't had a
drop slip from the office. I'm very confused, Adam." Adam didn't
respond beyond dragging his desk in to the circle, making sure he was
as far from Justin and me as possible. "That's more like it." He was,
typically, one of the most vocal in the class, but he didn't say a word
the entire period and as soon as the bell sounded, he shot out the
door.

Second period was math for all of us, but Susan was in AP calculus BC
which was a stiffer course than AP calculus AB which John, Marc and I
had. Adam and Bobbie were neither math whizzes and were taking
algebra II. Since the math hall was just down from social studies, we
were in no rush to get to our lockers and stash the history texts and
pick up our math books. As we strolled down the hall, Adam half ran
by, tossed his history book into his locker and grabbed a math book,
slammed the locker closed and ran before we reached our lockers
beside his. "You'd think we had some disease from the way Adam's
behaving. Surely he knows we're not going to bite," Justin said, a
bitter tone in his voice.

"Look, he drove in this morning with Arnold Blake, Bear Gordon, and
Kev Jenkins. What more do you need to know?" I responded, but
thought Adam was pretty dense not to know who his real friends
were. The rest of the day was the same with Adam avoiding us. I only
wish his jock buddies had done the same. A couple of them said
something to Bobbie when they passed her in the hall, but she said
nothing about it until later.

When the five of us gathered in the parking lot after school, Justin
remembered he would be working until 6:00. "I'll try to work out a
regular schedule so we can plan around it."

"Ok," John said, "let's just make sure we know what's what. Bobbie,
you're going with Susan, right?"

"Right."

"Marc, you're coming with me and Justin's driving your car, right?"

"Right," I said, "and everyone at my place for supper at 6:30? Study
after?"

"We'll be there," Susan said.

When John dropped me off, I grabbed a glass of juice and sat down in
the kitchen where Clarisa joined me. "Guess we need to talk about the
new schedule, Clarisa. Justin will be working until 6:00 every night now
-- he's training to take over as assistant manager of one of the
stores," I said. "Couple nights week, he'll close and won't be home until
6:30 or later. Friday nights, he'll work until nine and then close."

"I hope he's not taking on too much," Clarisa said.

"I'll keep an eye out," I responded. "We're going to do our homework
before supper, eat at 6:30 and do group study after. Think we can
work with that?"

"I'd say you need to think about that some. 6:30 may be too early if
Justin's working until 6:00."

"You're right. How about aiming for 6:45 until we see how it's going to
work?"

"Sounds reasonable."

"Well, I'm on homework."

"By the way, dinner tonight's special and Monday nights will be, so
Justin needs to make sure Monday is not a late night."

"I'll tell him." I went upstairs and, before I started on homework, called
the store and left a message for Justin about Monday nights. There
was, as usual, a shitload of homework, but nothing difficult. I was
finished before time for the others to arrive, so I checked my e-mail
and had a great note from Martha. She congratulated me on my love
and said things were going well with her, "but still no Prince
Charming."

Justin was not home when the other three arrived, and the four of us
immediately fell to work helping Clarisa finish up supper and set the
table. "Set the dining room table, if you would," she said and gave very
specific instructions as to how the table was to be appointed. Supper
in the dining room meant a new dish was in the offing. Turns out a
new dish couldn't touch it!

When Justin arrived, he gave me a huge smile instead of the kiss I
wanted. We had agreed that a kiss was probably all right since Clarisa
had already said so long as we knew what belonged in the bedroom,
she had no objections to expressions of affection. I knew she had
problems with Adam and Bobbie's carrying on, so kisses were probably
borderline and maybe over the line when other than family was
present. Anyway, we'd talk more about that but, tonight, I just got a
Justin smile and that was definitely not to be sneezed at!

Justin ran upstairs to wash up and when he came down, Clarisa said,
"Dinner is ready. John, if you would." I think we were all kinda
confused, but John said the blessing and Clarisa continued. "German is
being featured tonight. We will begin with Grundonnerstagssuppe --
Maundy Thursday soup. The entree is Sauerbraten mit Spaetzle --
German pot roast with egg noodles; and sides of Rotkraut nach Art
des Hauses -- traditional German red cabbage; Karotten in Bier
Gedunstet -- carrots in beer; and for dessert Apfelquarkkuchen --
apple and cream kuchen, accompanied by Kaffe mit
zartbitterscholade -- coffee with semi-sweet chocolate. If you would
be seated." I guess we were too stunned to do anything but obey.
Clarisa went to the kitchen and returned carrying a soup tureen from
which she served our bowls, the beginning of a definitely different
meal that we all enjoyed.

After dinner, we cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher, then
went to the library for dessert and coffee. "Wonderful dinner,
Clarisa," Susan said. "What inspired you?"

"There will be more. I got to thinking about the people in this town and
all of you. Lot of self-satisfied people and more bigots than humans,
I'm afraid. I wanted some way to expand all our horizons and hit up on
this ethnic food idea after the sessions I attended in Asheville. Yeah,
expand our horizons, something which is definitely needed in this
town."

"If what follows is like tonight, our waistlines may expand more than
our horizons," Bobbie laughed. "But the books call."

When we got upstairs and were ready to get down to studying, Bobbie
said, "John, I think I'd like to take you up on your offer of your cousin
as a prom sacrifice."

"Great! I didn't want to show you a picture until you had made up your
mind, but have a look."

We all crowded around to see a picture John pulled from his notebook.
"Wow! He looks good enough to eat," Bobbie said.

"Don't say things like that in front of my boyfriend," Justin laughed,
"but he is one good looking dude."

"Yeah, I'm sometimes jealous. He's not only good looking -- even as a
straight dude I can see that -- but he's also very intelligent, charming,
has a wicked sense of humor and is a really, really nice guy," John
said.

"If that's all, I don't see why you should be jealous," Susan said. "After
all, you are good looking, intelligent, have a wicked sense of humor and
are a really nice guy," and we all agreed.