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All Day Tucker


***
05:52 21 Feb

     Well, apparently I wasn't going to be oversleeping today.  Damnit.
     Nicole slumbered on.

***
05:54 21 Feb

     "Ah, shower..."  It was good to be first up.  "Especially with,
what, six people in the house?  Seven with the brat."

***
06:18 21 Feb

     "What to fix, what to fix..."  I twirled a paring knife in my hand
as I looked at the inventory, and the recipe database.  "And Nicole
doesn't eat pork.  Why not?" I wondered.

***
07:02 21 Feb

     "'Cause I got sick last year on it, and I just..."  She shuddered.
"I can't eat it."
     "Got it."  I was, again, a little queasy myself, though the remains
of the ginger ale had done the usual ginger magic on my stomach.  And I
wasn't blaming pork.  "Anyway, so, want breakfast?"
     She just smiled, so big and happy that the world became a better
place.

***
07:08 21 Feb

     "Thish'gut!" Mike enthused.
     I complained, "Don't talk with your mouth full!"  I was getting
tired of the way he kept suddenly being here when I cooked lately.  I
added, "Especially not in front of impressionable young ladies!"
     Jill asked in disbelief, "Me?  Oh, right.  Hey Nicole.  This is
really good!"
     "If there's any left!"  Of course, that was why I'd made enough for
eight people; the leftover could be absorbed by either Mike or Brian, or
maybe some carry-away for nail practice.

***
07:33 21 Feb

     "No, I don't think we have time," I sighed.  I should've gotten up
earlier, if I wanted sex.  Or gotten Nicole up earlier.  Well, both,
really.
     Nicole suggested, "We could come back for lunch?"
     Mike added, "And then you could cook again."
     "Shut UP Mike!"  But Nicole was nodding.  And smiling.  Like-
"Oh," I finally caught on.
     "Dumbass," Mike said, shaking his head.

***
07:35 21 Feb

     "Oh come on!"
     "I WANT one!" she growled.  Or maybe it was the addiction talking.
     "Oh jeez-"  I checked my watch, and we were going to be late if
she-  "Nicole!"  She'd already lit up.
     "I'll make it fast," she promised in a cloud.

***
07:59 21 Feb

     I sighed happily as Nicole quickly hugged me before we ran for the
doors through the cold nasty rain.
     It was open, and Mrs. Singley was standing there, ready to lock the
doors up again when everyone got in.  'Everyone' being us two, I think.
"Good morning," she said to us.
     "Morning!" "Hi!"
     I suddenly realized that it looked rather suspicious for the two of
us to come out of one car, at eight in the morning on a weekend.  Then I
reassured myself that since Nicole didn't have a car, she could've
gotten a ride with me.  And even more so since taking the bus in today's
weather would be horrid.
     *Oh, but the hug, though.*  And Nicole was holding my hand as we
moved right along to our lab.

***
08:03 21 Feb

     "Hey, Tuck."  Jennie squinted at me.  "Did you really get your ears
pierced last weekend?"
     "Uh, yeah."
     "WHY?"
     "I was led astray by evil companions while intoxicated."
     "WHAT?!  Can't you talk normal English?"
     Nicole held my hand and beckoned Jennie over.  Jennie looked
skeptical but leaned over; after a couple of sentence, she fell back and
started laughing.  "Oh man!  You DUMBASS!"
     "Thanks, Jennie.  That's been mentioned already."
     "Well it was STUPID!"
     "That's also been mentioned, yes."  I tried to ignore my ears
heating up.  Which, I noticed, made them hurt more.  It wasn't fair.

***
08:12 21 Feb

     "You did not," Jennie stated.
     I didn't know what to say to that.
     "Ohhh, yes we did," Nicole chortled at her.
     I could've said that, but it seemed presumptuous, which is why I
hadn't said it.
     "ON YOUR PERI-  OW!" Jennie shrieked as she lurched in her seat.  I
guessed we'd both kicked her.  "Bitches!"
     "You don't need to SCREAM that!" Nicole shot back.
     Jennie looked at me like I was a dangerous pervert.  "You mean,"
she spazzed, but quieter at least, "you-"
     "I asked him to," Nicole intervened, and now Jennie was looking at
HER like she was a dangerous pervert.  Like Nicole was, not Jennie.  "It
makes me feel better!"
     Jennie's face got shocked, then twisted, then got even more
shocked.  "How do you KNOW?!" she gasped in a near whisper.
     "Found out last night!" Nicole grinned.
     Now, it looked like Jennie couldn't figure out which of us was the
sickest.
     Neither could Gabby, who I'd momentarily forgotten about since
she'd been so quiet.
     In a much calmer, and quieter, voice, Nicole asked them, "Don't you
ever get, like, horny?  I mean during?  Plus it helps me feel better."
     "Endorphins," came out of my mouth, which did not seem to help the
discussion at all.  Well, mentioning it didn't; if I'd had some to give
them, that might've worked.

***
08:39 21 Feb

     "Oh, man," Gabby sighed.  "Really?"
     I confirmed, "Oh, yeah.  I'd be at home today if I didn't have it."
Ginger was truly a wondrous thing.
     Jennie started snickering.  "Maybe it's morning sickness 'cause
you're pregnant."
     The three girls laughed hysterically at that; I did not.
     "Girls!" made them laugh harder.  "Sorry, Tucker," Mrs. Singley
added, a little late.  I waved a hand at her to tell her it was no big
deal.  The dark red polish on the overly-long tips on my hand just sort
of added something to what I was trying to say.

***
09:34 21 Feb

     "Two guys?!" Jennie gasped at Gabby.  But VERY quietly, since we
were discussing porn.
     "Yeah!" Gabby shot back at Jennie.  "It's fuckin' HOT!"  Hot enough
to make her blush, anyway, haha.
     Jennie protested, "No WAY!"
     "Of course it's hot!  You're into guys, right?" I confirmed.  "You
dating 'em I mean-"
     Gabby gasped, "YES!  I'm not SICK!"
     "Hey-"
     "Don't knock it 'til you've tried it," Nicole shot back, then
started laughing even before anyone could think.

***
09:36 21 Feb

     "Kelly Bergquist?  The one that came out, back in-  Oh, that was
about the time you were in the hospital, Tuck," Nicole remembered.
"Anyway, guess who her Big Sister- the school thing, was?"  She
presented me with a hand.  "Cheerleaders thought it'd be funny."
     They were both looking at me again.
     I didn't know whether to shut Nicole the hell up - though I had no
idea how I could do that, short of snapping her neck; not a good idea in
front of so many witnesses - or let her go on.  She was definitely on my
side, but she was saying a LOT of things I wouldn't have and that I'd
rather she didn't say.  On the gripping hand, it was all pretty much
common knowledge anyway, or could be if they ever bothered trying to add
things up for themselves.  And, I had to admire, she was condensing it
well.
     "Yeah," Nicole nodded, "so don't be dissin' on lesbians in front'a
Tuck."
     "I might have to kick your ass," I agreed.
     Jennie snorted, "Yeahright!"
     "Though," Nicole said while looking at me sideways from under her
lashes, "he's more a lover than a fighter."
     We all laughed at that.  I think I was laughing for different
reasons than Jennie and Gabby were, though.

***
09:40 21 Feb

     I explained, "That's why guys all talk about two girls, or
whatever.  Of course, the sort of assumption there is that two girls
will drop each other for the right guy, which is of course whoever's
watching it.  Which is SO not true."
     Jennie looked like I'd just spit up a dead mouse.
     "Dude I gotta get me some of that gay porn," Nicole said.
     "'Cause two gay guys would totally drop each other for you?" I
teased.
     "Hell yeah!  'Cause I'm so hot!"  That made us all laugh.
     "You know, though," Gabby said, "I mean, two guys and one girl
makes kind of sense, but what does one guy do with two girls?  I
mean..."
     She got kind of red, which led me to think she meant, "One penis
and two vaginas?"  That also made them laugh, though Nicole sort of did
something with her foot on my leg which I think was some kind of caress
of approval.  I knew it wasn't a kick, anyway.  "I have NOOOO idea.  One
at a time is all I can handle."

***
11:50 21 Feb

     "Oh, JUUUST this once," I said to Nicole, "let's take them off.
That was sarcasm," I added, in case she'd missed it.
     "You'll never get used to long nails if you don't wear 'em longer
than just in class," she smirked.
     "Nicole, I babysit.  I don't need to be gouging fingernail-sized
chunks out of the toddler when I grab her."
     "How often do you do that?"
     "Daily.  I have to pick her up from day care and put her in a car
seat, for one thing, and she hates it."

***
11:58 21 Feb

     "Well, do we take them to lunch?" I asked Nicole.  "Or just leave
'em here?"
     Jennie and Gabby protested, pleading to get out of school and get
fast food, while I smiled at Nicole and she smiled back.

***
12:01 21 Feb

     "Oh, ugh; it's still raining," I sighed.
     "You could bring the car over?" Nicole suggested.
     That would mean me going out in the near-freezing rain by myself.
"Me?"
     "You're the guy," she said, and smiled.  The other girls laughed.
     "You know, I COULD just dump you two bitches, and take my lovely
friend here... anywhere," I said.
     Nicole added over their frantic protests, "Yeah, so be nice!"  Then
she beckoned me to put my ear next to her mouth.  When I did, she
whispered, "Or THEY won't get to wear pretty nightgowns."
     Now it was us laughing.  "So please?" Nicole begged, even as she
was pushing me gently out into the rain.
     "Oh, fine.  Bitch!" I called over my shoulder as I ran for my car.

***
12:02 21 Feb

     "Yeah," Nicole smirked as she put her seat belt on, "but you KNOW
you love me."
     "Until Sunday!" we both said at the same time, and laughed.
     "WHAT?!" came from the back seat.

***
12:09 21 Feb

     "So are you two actually DATING?" Jennie asked pointedly.
     I looked at Nicole who was looking at me.  "Nah," she finally said,
which was once again disappointing.  "It's way too relaxed for that.  I
haven't even dressed up nice for him once yet!"
     Knowing it was my duty, I said, "You look hot all the time anyway."
     She said, "Awww!" to me, then to them, "See?  I don't NEED to date
him!"
     As the girls laughed - and, admittedly, I kind of laughed too - I
wondered if I'd outsmarted myself.
     But as I parked at Long John Silver's, I had third thoughts; if we
weren't DATING-dating, didn't that kind of excuse me from a lot of the
requirements too?
     "No, wait; drop us off at the door again please?" Jennie asked.

***
12:11 21 Feb

     I opened the door and came in, then opened the inner airlock door
and caught a big whiff of the characteristic smell.  I hadn't expected
the nausea to come back so fast and so hard, but oh boy it did.  "Oh,
uh, no... I'll wait in the car," I said to no one before I fled.  I
might freeze to death out here, in the rain, but at least I would do it
with dignity.  Except Dad would kick my ass posthumously for dying of
stupidity.  Especially since I had a car with plenty of gas in the tank.

***
12:14 21 Feb

     I guess Nicole figured out where I was after she ordered, or
something, because she came out - I was watching in the mirrors - and to
the car.  I lurched over and unlocked the other door when she got close,
and she threw herself in before she got too wet.
     "Aren't you coming in?"
     "The smell..."  I shook my head.  "Made me sick.  I'm sorry, I
didn't think it'd-"
     "Oh, me neither," she sighed.  "Is it really that bad?"
     "Um..."  I wasn't really sure.  *On the other hand...*  I proposed,
"Why gamble with it?"
     "'Cause you could come eat with us-"
     The surge said that was not a good idea.
     "-or just sit there and talk."
     I wanted to, but...  "No, like I said, why gamble with it?  I will
NOT impress them if I toss my cookies."  Not to mention I'd owe them for
lunch if I barfed on theirs.
     "You gonna eat something?  Why don't you go get something that
doesn't make you sick, like a drive-through or something," she
suggested, "and then we'll catch you after we're done?"
     "That'd be cool...  Well, less suck.  Nicole, I'm really sorry..."
     "Me too," she said, and her face looked it.

***
12:21 21 Feb

     Wendy's fries were okay, for some reason.  So was the chili, but it
was horribly overpriced.  Well, compared to what I could make and how it
would taste.  "Hmmm."  That actually sounded good, even though we had it
a lot in winter.  Especially if Mom hadn't done something already with a
crockpot or two herself.  "Hmmm hmm hmm."  Plus, I could get a lot of
ingredients today, and crock multiple batches and have a lot of it for
Sunday dinner, when the hordes invaded.  "Hmm hm!"
     And the rain had stopped, I noticed.

***
12:42 21 Feb

     Doors opened and girls threw themselves in, but not the one next to
me.  *Well, I knew that was going to happen,* I sighed.  As I got out,
Nicole was walking around to my side while reaching into her purse.  I
bent back down and said into the car, "Just sit there in the car; I left
the heater on max," and shut the door.  I was not going to move too far
away from the driver's side door, just in case one of them tried to
hijack it.
     "Thanks," Nicole breathed out a noxious plume.  "Man!  It's cold!"
     "No kidding.  Hey, I had an idea.  Did you want to stay for the
rest of the day?"
     "What did you have in mind?"
     "Woooooo," Jennie snarked from the now-opened window.
     I ignored her and said, "I was thinking, make a LOT of crockpot
chili, at my house, and then while it's going- it'll take about six or
eight hours a batch," I mentioned, "we could go, uh, take a nap or
something."  I didn't want to say what I wanted to do out loud.
     "Got a better idea," she countered, as the two other girls smirked
at us.  "How about we go back up to your room, screw like rabbits, take
a nap, wake up and screw som-"
     "BAHAHAHahaha!" Jennie blared, and Gabby was doing something
similar except sounding more embarrassed.
     "You're just jealous you ain't gettin' any," I said into the car.
     "They totally are," Nicole smirked.
     "Hey," I said like I'd gotten an idea.  "We could bring 'em along,
and have like a foursome."  I stopped there because they would scream.
     They screamed.
     Nicole shrieked at me, "Jeezus, Tuck!  How many girls do you
need?!"
     "Oh, lots," I growled at her.
     "You just want to see girls fucking each other," Nicole accused.
     I shrugged.  "Plus I might pick up some new techniques or
something."  That generated more shrieking from the car.
     "I don't think they know what to do," Nicole claimed.
     "What, like you DO?" Jennie shot back.  Probably to Nicole, but I
didn't see any reason not to answer it myself.
     "Fingers in pussy, tongue in pussy," I counted off on my
fingers, which were not at the moment in pussy, "breast play..."
     Before I could think of a fourth, Nicole moaned in apparent memory
of previous successful breast play.  Which sort of made MY breasts
tingle, that or the idea of successful breast play.
     "Plus watching girls masturbate is always fun," I said into the
car, catching Jennie's eye.  She flushed and bared her teeth at me.
     "You are such a perv," Nicole said as she slapped my arm lightly.
"Stop looking at her!"
     "YOU look at her," I shot back.  "And then think about HER,
moaning-"
     "Man shut UP!" Jennie shrieked as she threw herself out of the car.
Gabby was laughing her ass off, I could now tell.  So was Nicole, of
course, as she spun away and sort of bent over.
     "Jennie, chill," I said, sort of sternly at her as I held my hands
palm-out towards her, ready to parry or riposte if I had to.
     "That's fucking SICK!" she bitched at me.  I was surprised to see
she was really serious about it.
     Nicole said, "Jennie, seriously, chill out, okay?  We were just
fuckin' witchoo.  Don't take it so seriously."
     "Besides, you've been ragging on MY ass all day so far," I reminded
everyone.  "Fair's fair."
     I almost, ALMOST added, 'Plus you might like it', but I managed
just barely not to let that one escape my mouth.  She might, but not
with me, I thought; she was a little too nasty for me.  And I did not
mean that in a good way.
     "Plus everyone knows you jill off," Nicole said, and Jennie kicked
at me before turning to bitch at Nicole, which I thought was extremely
unfair.
     "Or are you going to claim you DON'T?!" I yelled over her.  I bent
down, just to give Gabby some shit too, and pointed and demanded, "You
do, don't you?"
     That stopped her laughing.  "What?" she asked, almost stammering.
     "C'mon, we're all," almost, "grownups here.  Admit it.  I do;
Nicole does-"
     "Did," she claimed loudly from beyond Jennie.  "I've been kind of
busy this week!"
     "Sheesh, no kidding," I agreed.

***
13:02 21 Feb

     "You don't really want them, do you?" Nicole asked me quietly as we
left the building after signing out and getting our time and procedures
recorded.  Just the two of us...
     "No.  Though Gabby's kind of cute," I mentioned.
     "Not itty-bitty Jennie?"
     "I'd be afraid she'd bite me."
     She laughed.  "She totally would!"

***
13:05 21 Feb

     "Shopping?"
     I corrected, "GROCERY shopping.  For the chili?  And I was thinking
a salad, too."
     "Oh, man-  Hey, how do you pay for all this?" she wondered.
     "Parental debit card.  Matched with the receipt I have to give them
when I get home, or I get fined, and possibly flogged," I added quickly,
in case she thought we could go shopping for fun stuff with it.
     She pouted, which I could understand, but I didn't like anyone
enough to try chicanery with The Card, not even me.

***
13:32 21 Feb

     The question was, how many batches did I want to make?
     *And, how much of the recipe do I remember?*
     Well, I could just improvise.  'Chili' was not something that
demanded precise ingredients.
     "Oh, Tuck?" Nicole said.  "Grocery shopping does NOT count as a
date."
     "Cooking does!  I thought-"
     She made a face, then said, "Yeah, I guess... but SHOPPING for the
food you're going to cook, doesn't count.  I mean, unless you cook the
food.  No," she corrected, "unless _I_ get to EAT the food."
     "Oh, well, duh!"  I made a face.  "Were you thinking, I was
thinking of grocery shopping as a DATE?"
     Now she looked kind of embarrassed.  "Wellllll..."
     "I am NOT that lame," I assured her.  Then I remembered something,
or thought of something, or my virtual Mike told me something, and so I
said, "Besides, just being with you is good; we don't have to call it a
date."
     She got this sort of amazed smile on her face, and then said, "You
sit around and think this stuff up when you're alone, don't you?"
     I had to laugh.

***
13:58 21 Feb

     "Wha-"  *Oh, cellphone.*  I sighed, because it was going to cost me
money to answer, and...  "Tucker."
     "'S Debbie.  I've got your package in," she said, "and your pay for
the week; are you home?"
     "Actually I'm out grocery shopping," I said, checking my watch.
"Um... about three o'clock?  Were you gonna-"
     "Bring it over, yeah, that'd work well.  Seeya!"  She hung up.  I
wished like hell that billing was in shorter increments, to take
advantage of calls like this; but that was exactly why it wasn't.
     "Oh, hey," I remembered as I stuck the cellphone back in my belt
pouch, "did you need, uh," I rolled my eyes, "'feminine hygiene'
products while we're here?"
     Nicole snickered into her hands.  "Um, no...  No, seriously, I'm
good for a while."
     "How many do you go through in a day?"
     "Oh, like five or six pads or tampons-  Plus pads at night."
     "Right, to prevent toxic shock," I said to show her I'd been paying
attention.  I vaguely recalled something like this from a 'health' class
waybackwhen, but it had naturally stuck much better in my mind when
Nicole was telling me about it.  And when I was sort of looking at it
while she talked.
     "Maybe six or seven, at least at the start.  Who was that?"
     "Debbie.  She..."  *What package?* I finally wondered.

***
14:52 21 Feb

     "Because, I'm cooking, I went shopping, this'll take hours, we
might have enough to send home with people," I explained patiently to
Mike, who was for some reason hosting a gaming party in my basement.
Well, I guess technically Jill was hosting it but anyway.  "Although
probably not, now that I think about it."  I'd only gotten enough for
eight crock-loads, after all; that was all I could really fix before
tomorrow at nineteen-hundred.  "Anyway, so you can start sending out
admission information."  Which is to say, ingredients they should bring
so's to replenish our inventory.
     "Dude, they're your friends too," Mike said.
     "No they aren't!"

***
15:03 21 Feb

     "Oh great, thanks," Debbie said like she meant it, as she put the
bag with her cleaned clothes in it down by her feet.  "And so," she said
as she presented me with an anonymous largish brown cardboard box.
     "What is it?" I asked Debbie as she handed it to me.  I had to
stuff the pay envelope in my pocket, but that was my bad planning; I
should've taken the package first.
     "Your clothes - I washed 'em - and...  Remember, you ordered
something Sunday night?  Or Monday morning," she frowned for a bit.
"Whenever."
     "Uh..."  I had no idea.
     I started to get my pocketknife to open it when she snapped, "Do it
in your room!"  I looked up to tell her where she could stick it, and
her face was unexpectedly urgent and not nasty.  *What-*
     "OH!"  This was undoubtedly the sex toys she'd talked me into
ordering.  "Oh, oh-"
     "Yeah," she nodded, looking kind of relieved, "in your room.  I
took the deduction out."
     "Hey, Deb," Jill said as she appeared from the basement.  "You
coming tomorrow?"
     Debbie glanced at me.
     "Sure, why not?" I said graciously.  "We're making chili.  Some of
it vegan.  Cornbread, salad, dunno."
     "I...  No," she said with a frown, "I've got something scheduled.
It's seven P.M. right?"
     "Yeah."
     "Yeah, so no," she declined.  "Thanks though."
     "Bring some ingredients and we'll give you some to take home,
though," Jill said.
     "What ingredients?  Mind if I come in for a minute?"
     I bowed out and let Jill deal with her; I had to cook.
     No, I had to put this box up in my room, right this instant-
     Debbie was handing Jill another, smaller box.
     "Um, want me to put that in your room for you?" I offered, and Jill
glared at me as she started to blush.  *That's what I thought it was.*
     Then Jill apparently noticed MY box.  "Wait, YOU-"
     "Show and tell later," I suggested.
     "Not!"
     "Whatever!"

***
15:08 21 Feb

     "Hey, Tuck," Mike asked as I came back downstairs.  "Wanna game?"
     "It's not the regular-"
     "Naw, something else.  One-shot."
     "Um, no," I said.  "I have a guest of my own."  To feed, I
remembered, and went into the kitchen.
     He shook his head as he followed me.  "Man, you're letting this...
thing go to your head."
     "We had to get up early to fix breakfast, take showers, and go to
practice," I pointed out.  "We didn't get to eat breakfast, go back to
bed, lie around until eleven and then have a nice wakeup until noon."
     "Ten-thir- You roundeyed fuck," Mike complained as I laughed at
him.
     "'Sides, want chili?"
     "Oh man," he sighed.  "My mom's gonna kill me."
     "Call her?"
     "Maybe ask her to bring something.  Like ingredients."
     "Considering how much you eat-"
     "I could make her a pie," he realized.
     "Good idea.  Maybe two?  Oh good," I breathed, because Mom had
candied some of the cooked-out ginger, and I'd just discovered it.

***
16:02 21 Feb

     "Ah," I sighed as I shut the door to my room.  "Alone at last."
     "Wannafuck?" Nicole grinned.
     "I had another idea..."  And some fresh batteries.

***
16:05 21 Feb

     "Oh my fucking god," Nicole giggled while muffling herself with her
hands.  "Oh my god."
     "What?  It's just a vibrator."  Not like I'd actually seen that
many.  Like, two, I thought.  But I wasn't going to tell her that.
     This one was execrable (SAT word) bright pink, but was the usual
not-quite-a-penis shape, 'jelly' which meant it had a softish covering,
waterproof, and took 2 AA batteries.
     "Oh my god.  Did you get that for you?" she squeaked in this little
tiny voice.
     "Oh.  Well...  Not really.  Okay, actually I don't remember what my
pathetic excuse for reasoning was at the time; I WAS pretty drunk.  But
what I figured was, put a condom on it," which I vaguely recalled asking
whether I could do that; I'd gotten a scornful yes-and-duh, "and then I
could... try it out on you."
     "Oh my fucking god!" she squealed, though thankfully it was into
her hands and didn't alert the house.
     "Want to try it?"
     "Oh my god," she whispered.

***
16:38 21 Feb

     I had been right; watching a girl masturbate WAS fun.
     Though watching two of them at the same time would've been too
distracting.  I could concentrate on watching Nicole.

***
17:02 21 Feb

     She presented the vibrator to me, still wrapped in its condom and
rather... unclean.
     But, that was why I'd put a condom on it.

***
17:06 21 Feb

     "Hey, Nicole?"
     "Hnnnh?"  She wasn't too awake.  But she seemed happy.
     I waggled my penis at her and made barking noises.  THAT woke her
up.

***
17:37 21 Feb

     "Not really," she said, though she was smiling.  "I mean, I got OFF
earlier..."
     "Well, yeah."  Many, many times.  Maybe I should've made her wait
to try the vibrator until after she and I had had intercourse.
     "You know what?  Now I know why women have sex if they don't orgasm
during it, I mean intercourse," she said.  "I...  I like it, with you."
     I assured her, "I like it with you!"
     She laughed.  "Yeah, I kinda guessed!  You don't have to stop,
y'know."
     I admitted, "Can't talk and screw at the same time," which also
made her laugh.
     "So stop talking!"

***
17:56 21 Feb

     And the afterwards cuddle might be the best of all, I thought.

***
20:30 21 Feb

     "Bee-doop!"
     *Oh, fuck you,* I thought.

***
20:31 21 Feb

     "Bee-doop!"
     *Oh, fuck you,* I thought.
     "What is that?"
     It took a while, but I managed to say, "Alarm clock."
     "I thought it was a computer."
     "It's a Mac Plus; it's not good for much besides a clock nowadays.
That thing's almost as old as you are."
     "It's cute."
     "That's why people bought 'em," I claimed.  I wasn't going to
mention 68000 assembly, or SCSI, or the advantages of a tightly-
controlled base hardware set, or a number of other actual Mac
advantages.
     I was drifting back to sleep when Nicole asked, "Do we have to get
up?"
     *I hate you.*  "For food, yeah."
     "Oh good, I'm hungry," she said, while I discovered that I was not.
At least, the nausea was masking any hunger interrupts.

***
20:36 21 Feb

     "Want to watch me put it in?" Nicole challenged.
     "Oh, sure, why stop now?" I asked, and we both chuckled.
     "Okay, see," she said as she unwrapped the tampon, "I have to get
it at the right angle, so I have to put a leg up..."  She did, onto the
toilet seat.
     "Aren't you-  Okay, this sounds really bad," I said, "but, I mean,
do you worry about dripping?"
     "Oh, well, usually it's not that much.  I mean, it's just for a
minute!"
     "Oh, okay."

***
20:42 21 Feb

     A little ginger alchemy had allowed me to get downstairs without
vomiting, as Nicole took advantage of timing to go shower.
     Mike and crew were still in the basement, judging by the noise, and
there was a third crockpot going - probably Mike's mom's; we only had
two - and at least one pie in an oven, judging by the smell.  Also,
someone had baked cookies, and Mom had cooked ginger beef, I thought.
She'd definitely left me a paper note, mentioning that if I was planning
to reheat a crockpot or four of chili for the ravenous hordes that would
show up tomorrow to freeload - not exactly her words - that I should
reduce cooking time by about half an hour, so it could be reheated in
the pot without overcooking.  I was a little skeptical; since when could
you overcook chili?  But, she knew such things.
     If I hurried, though, I could cook some egg noodles, I thought.

***
20:45 21 Feb

     Just before I was going to do something irrevocable, though, I
smelled something suspicious; I checked, and someone, possibly Jill, had
added a pan of cornbread to an oven.
     Not like I was going to complain; I threw the water in the sink and
put the noodles back in the jar.

***
21:04 21 Feb

     "You didn't taste anything!" Mike complained.  "And that was six
hours ago!"
     "Dude, trust me, okay?  This'll do."  One small bowl of chili-and-
cornbread plus one medium salad, plus the pathetic remnants of ginger
beef Mom had made.  "Hey, why aren't you eating more?" I wondered.  He
could usually be counted on to eat like he'd missed a meal, even if he'd
just had one.
     "Your mom kindly fed us earlier," Jill said.  "And, showed me how
to make ginger beef.  Man that is AWESOME!"
     "It totally is," I agreed.  "Did you make the cornbread?"
     "Yeah," she grinned.
     "We're just a bakin' tag team," Mike said, with a smile at Jill
that almost made me gag.
     Nicole sort of floated in, carrying a bowl of chili-and-cornbread
plus a bowl of salad, plus one goofy grin.
     "Dear god, Tuck, what're you-"  Jill choked.  We stared at her, or
I did until I could tell she was breathing, then went back to my food.
With a sinking heart.
     "Hi," Nicole said, which buoyed my heart back up.
     "Hey.  Try some chili?"
     "Thanks..."
     Some cooking alarm went off and Mike got up.  "Pie," he said.
"C'mon Jill."
     Which was probably the real reason he wasn't eating chili; he was
going to scarf some pie.
     Nicole looked at me sleepily, now sitting at the table with one
elbow and associated arm holding her head up.  "Can I move in too?"
     "No room," I sighed.  "Unless you can kill Brian and take his
place."
     "Oh, he's okay.  I could fit in your room?"
     "With all your clothes?"  Not that I'd seen her closet, but I could
guess.  I HAD seen what she wore to school and practice, of course.
     "I don't have that many!"
     "Too many to fit in my closet!"
     "Well, stop buying things like nightgowns!"
     "Do WHAT?"  I looked over, and Book was staring at me like I'd just
ejected a dead rodent from my mouth.  And George was starting to choke,
with Dan immediately initiating recovery procedures on George's back.
Plus there were a few fish back there too.
     "Ooops," Nicole burbled.  She looked amused.
     "Yeah, 'oops'.  I bought a nightgown," I told the gang, "that would
fit most women, in case I have a guest overnight that didn't bring one."
     They looked at Nicole, who was looking very amazed at me.  Then
some of them looked at me.
     I added hastily, "And if you guys start being assholes, no pie."
     "Dude," George shot back instantly, "it's HIS pie, not yours."
     "Trust me, if you're being an asshole to a lady-guest, he will
withhold pie."  I might have to go to Mom to get her to afflict Jill
which would piss Mike off to the point George wouldn't get pie; but I
would if I had to, and Mom would enjoy ruining someone's fun.
     "Man!" George whined like I was ruining his fun and unreasonably
interfering in his life.  Which I was; I just did not feel bad about it.
     "Now," I gloated, "everyone say nice things to Nicole, or you don't
get chili tomorrow."
     While they embarrassed her, I ate, feeling smug.  And ignored.

***
22:10 21 Feb

     Nicole put her hand over the mouthpiece and said, "Yeah, Mom said I
should come home."
     "Darn," I said, though it wasn't unexpected; she'd been here over
twenty-four hours already, which was admittedly kind of long for a
fifteen year old girl.  Verging on excessive.  Well, if you weren't
Kelly.  "Tell her, about half an hour, or whenever we can drive over
there.  But I have to take Kelly home too," since I'd agreed to already.

***
22:19 21 Feb

     "Oh, so; what were you and Kelly talking about?" I wondered as I
paused at a red light.
     Kelly said, "Oh-"
     Nicole said, "I was-  Remember Jennie earlier, and the lesbianism
thing?  Since Kelly came out at school, I thought I could ask her some
stuff, since, uh," she twisted in her seat, "no offense or anything, I
just never met a lesbian like I was sure was one or anything, so I was
asking her about lesbian stuff, like how she knew and what she did and
stuff like that."
     I managed an, "Oh."  Nicole, I was finding, could dump a whole lot
of words at one time, when she really got going.
     She continued, "I mean I wasn't like making fun of her or anything,
right?"
     "No, it's okay," Kelly agreed.  "I mean..."
     "I was just curious.  Plus, you know," Nicole said to me, "you kind
of got me thinking about it, and I just wondered.  I hope I didn't upset
you?" she threw over her shoulder.
     "No, it's cool," Kelly agreed.
     I checked, "Kelly, you sure?"
     "Yeah, it's-  I mean, she was asking-  Kind of like your friends,
the-"
     "Not George!"
     "No, not him, your female friends."  That was a definite relief.
She frowned.  "George isn't that bad, though.  I mean, he's an asshole,
but, I mean, he's not like torturing me for it or anything."
     "No," because if he'd been evil we wouldn't have been friends with
him, "but him being an asshole-  He's really the best at being an
asshole we've ever met," I said.  "Olympic class asshole."

***
22:37 21 Feb

     "Watch the car, okay?"
     Kelly nodded, so I got out so I could walk Nicole up to her door.
     I thought I could smell cigarette smoke from halfway up the
sidewalk.  *Jesus...*  Well, some of that might have been persistent
contamination on Nicole's clothing.  *Maybe I could get her to try some
DS2...*
     We stopped at the door, which wasn't open, which was why we
stopped, and Nicole turned around to face me.  She was smiling.  "Man, I
had a great time tonight," she smiled.  "Today.  And last night..."
     "And another present," I grinned.  I'd remembered, finally, why I'd
gotten TWO vibrators.
     She giggled for a long time after that, but eventually threw her
arms around me and hugged me, still giggling.  "You are like the best!"
     "But we're still not dating," I checked.
     She let go enough to look me eye to eye.  "I don't want to mess
things up!  I mean..."  She shook her head in wonder.  "This is GREAT!"
     "But we really have to sit down and talk about what we're doing, at
some point," I mentioned.  "Like what's allowed and what's not, what's
expected and what's not...  Otherwise, my friends are going to beat me."
     "Really?"
     "No, worse; they're going to ask lots of questions, and when I
don't have some kind of real answers they're going to call me an idiot.
Even if I tell them it's none of their business, they can tell when I've
been getting answers, like," I tilted my head, "whether or not you and I
are DATING-dating?  Or just friends with sex, or whatEVER," I finished
over her giggles.  "So, y'know, think about it, okay?  The faster you
can give me some kind of answer, the less I'm gonna be interrogated."  I
sighed, because now would not be a bad time to talk about it, for me,
except Nicole had to go (or come) home.
     "Okay, I-"
     The door opened, surprising us both, judging by the squeak Nicole
let out.  "Mom!"
     "Standing in front of the door does not actually count as coming
home, Nicole," Ms. Petersen said, but she seemed like she wasn't
actually mad about it.  "Good evening, Tucker."
     "Uh-  Good evening, Miz Petersen," I copied, hoping it would be
okay.  She was actually that big, and that intimidating; I'd apparently
toned her down in my memory.
     "Did you two have a nice time?"
     Nicole started giggling, while I was sort of paralyzed.  *Oh fuck
what do I-*
     "Would you like to come to our house for dinner tomorrow night, Miz
Petersen?" came out of my mouth.
     Pause.
     *Why does my mouth say these horrible things?!*
     "Uh," I explained, or tried to, "Sunday dinners, there's a lot of
people there, and-"
     "Oh!  Mom, he cooked chili tonight, that's for tomorrow too right?"
she asked me.  "And cornbread, and- like Jill or Mike?  They're dating
right?  They fixed PIIIEEEE!"
     "Peach pie tomorrow," I remembered; I'd sort of put in an order, as
it were.  "Maybe more spring rolls, if Sally shows up again."
     "Sally?"
     "Sally Shu?  She brought 'em last-"
     "Oh right," Nicole nodded.  "Mom, it's REALLY good.  Can we go?
It's both of us right?"
     "Oh yeah," I nodded.  "Kelly might show up too-  Well, hell, most
of 'em show up," I grumbled.  I mentally shook myself; I probably
shouldn't be complaining about all the people that showed up when I was
inviting my girlfriend's mom.  "Oh, and if you have a husband or
boyfriend, or girlfriend or whatever, you can bring them too."
     "Girlfriend?" Ms. Petersen asked as her eyebrows went up, and
Nicole burst into laughter.
     "Uh, well, I didn't want to be rude or assume or anything..."  Ms.
Petersen also burst into laughter.
     Maybe I could just die.  No, Mike would just commit necromancy and
pull me back; and then my body might've decayed while I was out.

***
22:40 21 Feb

     "I just invited her mother to dinner tomorrow night?" I said,
dazed, as I fell back into my car seat.  The only reason I hadn't
invited her mom's boyfriend is that he was out of town.
     "Is she going to come?" Kelly asked.
     All I could do was nod.

***
22:46 21 Feb

     Driving helped restore my morale, or my wits, or something.  I
finally remembered to ask, "Hey, Kelly?  I mean, was Nicole being
obnoxious or anything to you?"
     "Oh, no, she was alright."  She shook her head.  "I mean, I'm kind
of glad she was asking questions instead of just, y'know..."
     "Being a cruel bitch to you?"
     She nodded tiredly.  "But she wasn't...  What were the two of you
talking about?"
     "Oh, it came up today in practice.  I think there's at least one
girl in the class that's either afraid or bigoted; she's made some kind
of sharp comments about me.  But Nicole- well, you talked to her," I
stated the obvious, "and then there was this other girl that wasn't
really that upset with it.  She's straight, I think, 'cause she was
talking about looking at gay male porn."
     "Oh."  Then, "Why?"
     "Oh, if you're into one sex, or gender of partner, which I think IS
'sex'- or 'sexual orientation'... um."  *Where was I going?*  "Oh, if
you like one, then you kind of like seeing two of them going at it too.
Like, I guess, you'd enjoy seeing two women having sex.  For porn
purposes, I mean."
     "Porn purposes?"
     "I really need to get some sleep," I realized.  "Yeah...  Because,
no bullshit, porn is just sort of a visual aid to masturbating.  And
some people like it.  I...  I don't know, I'm not actually that into it,
I guess," I said.  "Not much."  Not now, anyway.
     "Maybe 'cause you're actually doing it?" Kelly suggested.  "I mean,
doing something..."
     "Probably," I agreed.  "Oh, hey, I didn't know this until last
weekend.  Debbie can order and get sex toys, which is technically
illegal for us under-eighteens; so if you want to order something, she
can show you... some company's catalog," I remembered to insert; it
wasn't like it was DEBBIE's catalog.  I thought.  "... and you can order
stuff from it, pay her, and she'll get it and give it to you."
     "Oh."
     "I think I just missed your turn," I realized.  "Damnit."

***
23:27 21 Feb

     Oh, man, I did not want to make more chili.  But the word had
probably spread already, and there would be copious bitching tomorrow if
I didn't have it.
     On the other hand, it wasn't like it was hard to make; it just took
forever to cook.

***
00:06 22 Feb

     I also had a number of 'dirty' sheets, some old now-bloody towels,
a pair of panties I didn't think were mine or Jill's, a dress that was
mine, a nightgown and robe, and then the rest of my usual laundry in my
room, ready to be washed.  And that was just what was here; I probably
ought to get the Valerie stuff soon too.
     "Oh, man..."

***
05:43 22 Feb

     I was beginning to think that five hours was a lot of sleep for me.
Well, it wasn't like I didn't have things to do.

***
06:36 22 Feb

     With the second batch of chili in the refrigerator, the third batch
of chili in the pots, and the ingredients for the fourth batch prepped
and readied, I could go back to bed, if I was willing to let the second
load of my laundry sit in the washer.  Which I totally was; it wasn't
like someone was going to steal it.

***
08:26 22 Feb

     I really wanted Nicole back.  Sex, I thought, might make me sleep
better, but it sure made me want to get up more.  Well, up enough to go
to the bathroom, come back, cuddle, maybe have sex, and go back to
sleep.  Which I thought ought to count for something.
     I wished I could figure out what was making me nauseous, though.
*Oh, god, I hope it's not Nicole's smoking.*  That would be about the
right timing... and I had no hope that she'd give up smoking for me.  I
wasn't THAT good in bed... and I'd just given her a vibrator.  *Oh, god,
don't let it be that...*

***
08:32 22 Feb

     "Eugene," Mom said, "ni-  Wha-  Did you get your EARS PIERCED?!"
     "Yes," I sighed.  "Last weekend.  BECAUSE I WANTED TO," I lied,
because there's no way I could get away with claiming I was too drunk to
fend Debbie off four times in a row.  Luckily, I'd had some time to
think about this over the week since it had happened.
     "What the HELL do you think you're DOING?!"

***
09:09 22 Feb

     Then again, maybe it was Mom that was making me sick.  After all, I
hadn't thrown up around Nicole, nor had she actually said anything to
induce vomiting.  Even HER mom hadn't quite set my stomach off.

***
09:51 22 Feb

     "Hey," I waved, not feeling good about the whole thing.  Mike had
graciously taken Jill to the Gay Cafe for breakfast earlier, so I'd been
by myself but hadn't made anyone late.
     "You know, I was kind of thinking," Kim said, "if you were-  I
mean, this DOES kind of cost money, to eat here," she mentioned, like I
hadn't noticed.
     Jill caught it and said, "Oh, just come over and get Tuh-Val to
cook breakfast?"
     I countered, "Then we'd have my mom to deal with.  No."
     "Did she get on your case again?"
     "She noticed the earrings," I told them.  "And, of course, had a
shitfit.  Dad had to pull her off of me.  I don't know what the fuck her
problem is...  SHE'S got pierced ears.  SUSAN has pierced ears."
     "JILL's got pierced ears," Mike contributed.
     "Thanks Mike," I sighed.  "Great help."

***
11:31 22 Feb

     "Oh.  Right," I agreed, and shut the laptop momentarily and got up.
     "You look nice," Sheila said to me as we went back to her office.
     "Yeah... thanks."  I was wearing a dress again, and my low heels.
"I just..."

***
11:47 22 Feb

     "I hadn't even thought about telling her," I replied.  "I guess...
it just hasn't come up yet.  I mean, I don't want to take her
babysitting..."
     "Well, that sounds like a good idea.  I mean, not taking her,"
Sheila agreed.
     "Yeah, I mean, Mike understands the difference between work and
recreation, at least enough to handle babysitting."
     "What about Travis?  Did he?"
     That hurt.  But I had to admit, "Yeah, I guess he did too.  We
never did anything there that would've upset-  Well, we might've kissed
a couple of times...  Except I'm not even sure we did that.  Not when I
was working, anyway.  On the sidewalk after I got off doesn't count.
Right?"
     "Oh, no," she agreed.
     "So, um..."
     "Well, it's just that, you seem to have had some problems with-  I
mean, it's been difficult enough with you having a double life, as it
were; and trying to keep the two sides separate, you said you found it
stressful."
     "Oh, yeah," I nodded.  "So, like, maybe I should tell her, and then
I wouldn't have to hide it, right?"
     "That's one option," she agreed.
     "Yeah...  I mean, I can either A, tell her, or B, not."  I thought
about it.  "I don't really have any other choices, do I?  Oh, well, I
could sort of not be friends with her or not date her, except," I
realized, "that would sort of imply B anyway.  I mean, logically," which
Sheila didn't always get, "I CAN'T do both, and think those are the only
two at-all-possible choices."
     "Telling her, or not?"  I nodded.  "I...  I think you're right,"
she agreed.  "There's different ways to tell her, though."
     "Oh, yeah, and I could tell her different things."  I shook my
head, but couldn't keep from grinning.  "Like I could try getting her to
believe I was my sister, or that it was from brain damage, or a split
personality, or some kind of BS like that.  But..."

***
12:13 22 Feb

     "No, I agree with you," Sheila said.  "It could easily damage your
reputation, which you've said you're already having problems with."
     "'Damage' is not the word."
     She nodded.  "So, it's just sensible to wait on trusting her until
you're more sure of her, and how she'll react.  I have to say, it sounds
like she's more inclined to be favorable, from what you've said.  Now,"
she warned, "that doesn't mean-"
     "-That she actually IS, I know," I interrupted.  "Or that she'd
take it well or anything else, it just sort of leans that way, right?
WE think," I emphasized.
     "Right," she nodded.
     Pause.
     "But if I brought her in here," I said, "you could hypnotize her or
use truth serum on her and find out, right?"
     She smiled politely at my fantasies.  "I wish I could..."
     "Not, for this, NEARLY as much as I do," I told her.

***
12:59 22 Feb

     I did kind of wish, though, that Nicole would be trustworthy enough
to keep the secret.  And, further, that she'd like me like this, because
I thought I looked pretty good, today.
     For a girl.
     And, damnit, I wanted someone to appreciate my appearance.

***


Mal: "We're not gonna die. We can't die, Bendis. You know why? Because 
      we are so... very... pretty. We are just too pretty for God to let 
      us die." -- Serenity, Firefly pilot episode


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