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CHAPTER TWO

Mom guided the Plymouth around a car trying to park and turned left up a hill. She drove with both hands on the top of the steering wheel, chin poked out to see every last inch of road in front of the car. I noticed a strand of hair that had come loose from her bun, wanted to push it back but didn't. She would have been irritated at my touch.

"You know I think it's just grand that your father got this contract here in Olema. Such a nice change from Billings, such an improvement." She smiled vaguely at me. "Don't you think so?"

"Oh sure… sure."

"And the trailer park isn't so bad, is it?"

"It's a nice trailer park." I looked at the passing people, watched the trees slide by. I had learned the easiest way to talk with my mother was to agree with everything and not ask questions about anything difficult.

"Well, you have your own room now," she went on, "and a girl sixteen is entitled to a little privacy. Your father and I agree on that."

"Who's this Mrs. Caruthers anyway?"

"The lady who invited me to join the church. I met her our first night in town when I was over seeing Reverend Dixon about changing our membership from the First Christian in Billings."

"And she has a daughter?"

Mother found the loose strand of hair, poked at it with her fingers. "Yes, and she's in the same grade you are next September." She turned down a tree-lined street and slowed. "They should be at the church this morning. I'll be helping Mrs. Caruthers on getting ready for the coming social."

The town of Olema seemed greener, denser than Billings. Maybe because the summers would be longer, the warm days warmer. I smelled honeysuckle and some other flower I couldn't identify. Mother glanced my way.

"Mrs. Caruthers has even arranged a date for you. Her and her daughter arranged it, I guess."

"Mom! I don't know if I want… I haven't even met this…"

"Her name's Janey and I've met her. Very polite, very sweet girl. Usually I'm very careful about the boys you date, you know that. But Mrs. Caruthers assured me that the MacInnes brothers were fine young men. Active in the church. She's known their family since she was a child herself."

"But, Mom…" I shut up. I didn't want to go on a date, not just like that. I felt like getting to know people on my own time. Maybe I really felt like hiding out in our trailer until the summer drifted by and worrying about the new school, the new kids when I absolutely had to.

"Look, there they are now!" Mom pulled to the curb so fast a tire scraped and jolted us to a stop. When the introductions were over, Janey Caruthers commented my mother's dress which I thought was pretty plain. Mother beamed. Mrs. Caruthers was a blandish woman with small breasts. And I couldn't help notice the way she eyed mine. I tried not to show a profile, felt nervous and sweaty there under everyone's eyes. Janey had small tits, too.

"Come on, I'll show you the recreation room," she said and I followed her down a flight of steps. When we were out of earshot, she studied me, pushed blonde hair out of her eyes. "So your old lady's a church nut, too, huh?"

I was too surprised to do anything but nod. "Have you really fixed me up with a date for tonight?"

"Don't thank me yet." Her long hair flopped lank and pretty around her shoulders. "You'll meet him in a second."

"What do you mean?"

"The MacInnes boys aren't really my idea of a good time," she shrugged. "But it's a ride to the drive-in anyway." Janey made the bottom of the steps before I did, and I noticed that she had a way of walking with her hips that she hadn't done in front of our mothers. It was the little pause, a hitch in her stride which made each half of her ass sway out farther than it had to go. For fun I tried to mimic her. It wasn't as easy as it looked.

Two boys were playing ping-pong when we came into the big game room. I knew without Janey telling me that they were our dates. Jimmy and Ron MacInnes. Through the hellos and shy smiles I saw Janey put her hand on Ron's shoulder, knew that my date would be Jim. Jim wore glasses that kept sliding off his short nose and when he laughed, it sounded more like a cough. His brother was taller, maybe a little older. We would go in Ron's car. Ron was the best-looking of the two except when he opened his mouth, and then he looked a little like Bugs Bunny.

We sat on the sofa and talked. Jim was eager and polite, and I liked him all right – what little I knew about boys wasn't much to go on. He asked the usual questions. Yes, my father was a supervisor working for the company putting up the new bridge west of Olema. Yes, I was living at the Happy Glen trailer park. Yes, I'd be a senior next year. No, I didn't like to play ping-pong or ride horses and I didn't think Raquel Welch was all that hot. While we talked, I kept noticing the way Janey touched Ron on the arm, on the leg, even poking him in the stomach once. She smiled and blinked her long lashes. Maybe she liked to show off her green eye-shadow. The boys decided finally to square off for another ping-pong battle as Janey and I watched from the sidelines. She leaned close.

"You'll have to show Jimmy where to put his hand tonight," she whispered.

"Oh." I swallowed. If Jimmy didn't know, I sure wasn't going to show him. I wondered how my mother got the idea that Janey was the type of friend she wanted me to associate with. There was something about her I liked though. I couldn't exactly put my finger on it.

"He doesn't kiss worth a shit, either," Janey laughed, "but then neither does Ron." She puckered like a fish, laughed again. The bays smiled our way, batted the ball across the net like a couple of wild men.

"Your hair sure is pretty," I said, trying to change the subject.

"So's yours." Smiles. She was looking at my tits. Darn big tits!

"I guess they look pretty funny, huh?" I felt myself reddening. "I mean, me being so tall and kind of skinny…"

Janey looked amazed. "You're not skinny! Jesus, I wish I was…" She touched palms under her small boobs, tossed her head. "But I got a nice ass, anyway." We laughed together. Yes, I did like her. And was a little scared of her, too. I looked at Jimmy. At least he didn't scare me, not in the least.

Ron parked in the wrong spot twice and Janey complained so much about not being able to see the screen that he moved to the front row. It didn't matter to me. I'd seen the movie once before in Billings. When the boys got out to go to the snack bar, Janey could hardly wait to lean over the back of her seat and start talking about them.

"Did you see Jimmy shaking hands with your dad?"

I had to laugh. "Yeah."

"I thought he was going to pee his pants."

"My dad's pretty big."

"Kind of mean-looking, too." Janey lifted her eyebrows.

"He's not really mean." I frowned. "Except when he gets to drinking too much." I was embarrassed for having said so much. Janey seemed not to mind. She turned the rear-view mirror down to look at herself. With the low-cut peasant blouse and blue corduroy hip-huggers she looked adorable. And Ron obviously thought so, too. I was wishing I hadn't worn a dress. Jim couldn't seem to keep his eyes off my bare knees. If he so much as laid a hand on me, I knew I'd freeze up like a block of ice.

"Hey, beeyootiful!" A long-haired boy in a black T-shirt leaned his head in Janey's window. She bounced ecstatically, put her arms around his neck.

"This is Farley," Janey announced, telling me like he was somebody very important. Another boy stood behind Farley; blonde; ranger. There was a blond stubble on his chin and a folding knife in a leather sheath at his belt. Farley looked my way, took in my tits and the way my jersey was pushed out.

"So you all are cuttin 'round town with the MacInnes twins, are ya?" I squirmed under his gaze.

"This is my friend Lorrie." Janey tossed her hair around like a mare in heat. "She's new in town."

Farley laughed like hell. "And you fix her up with one of the MacInnes jerks?"

"You know my old lady won't let me date you, Farley." Janey bit her bottom lip, winked. "You're just too baaaad a dude." She pushed his thick, curly hair back from his forehead. Then she looked at me, eyes slitted in thought. "I just had the most terrific idea! A really wild idea!" Farley's lanky friend edged closer, leaned his elbows on the edge of my window.

"I bet it's the same damn idea I got." When he grinned, I saw there was a tooth missing at one side of his mouth. But he was still better-looking than either of the MacInnes boys.

"Come on!" Janey was already opening the car door. "No, wait. I'd better leave them a note."

I leaned up. "Janey, we can't. I mean, we came with Jim and Ron and…"

"Shhhhh, I gotta think what to write."

"I know my mother wouldn't like…" Farley's laughter cut me off. He was looking at my tits again. So was his friend.

"My name's Phil," the friend said. He shoved a callused hand through the window and I took it and quickly let it go. There was something about his eyes that scared me. Like he'd seen more of life than he was old enough to use. Janey was scribbling something with an eyebrow pencil.

"Ron worships me too much to make trouble. Come to think of it, I did this once before – the night of the junior prom." She giggled, stuck the note on his speedometer with a piece of chewed gum.

"I don't think I'd better go," I said.

"Did you forget your mother said it was okay for you to spend the night with me?" Janey tilted her head, tongue at the corner of her mouth.

"I could just say I decided I didn't want to and Jimmy could drive me…"

She made a face. "You'd mess up the whole thing. Come on!"

Farley's car was parked back by the snack bar. It was big and black and long, and when I got into the back seat, I smelled something funny. Like weeds had been burned there. Phil shoved over beside me and curved a long arm around my shoulders. I closed my eyes. What had I gotten myself into? I was scared, knew there'd be trouble from Mom when she found out. And she would find out. She had a way about her, a special talent for smelling out lies.

"We just gonna get us some more beer," Farley drawled, "and head out for the old Sutton Place."

"Oh, yeah," Janey bubbled, "that creepy old house out on Paxton Road." She turned, took my hand. "It'll be cool, Lorrie. Nobody'll know the dif."

"You sure?"

She nodded, licked her lips. "Anyway, it's my idea."

"Mine, too!" Phil said. He squeezed my shoulder a little tighter. I clenched my fists and tried not to press against him as Farley spun gravel and roared out of the slot and towards the exit.