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Lady in Red Ch. 01

By: Harddaysknight



I've read and greatly enjoyed stories by "Magi" and "Nick Scipio". They inspired me to create my own story of teen angst, love, and loss. To keep the melodrama at a high level, there'll be some incredible feats and heroic actions. This is no ordinary pair of kids and their adventures will prove it. If Navy Seals, football stars, surgeons, glamorous actors and models, and honest politicians destroy your ability to suspend disbelief; this story may not be for you. It is a work in progress with several chapters completed and many more to come. Thanks to everyone the takes the time to read this, and to all of you that still like to dream. 

*

Paula Anderson was exhausted as she made her way back to the food court in the mall. She had been clothes shopping with her younger two daughters for the last four hours. Kate, her youngest daughter and a few months shy of 16, was determined to be the best dressed girl in the sophomore class. Paula had accompanied Kate as she spent the last three hours looking at hundreds of outfits and trying on dozens of them.

"How is it that Kate is such a slave to fashion while Gwen could care less?" wondered Paula to herself. "I don't think it took us half an hour to select Gwen's entire wardrobe for her senior year. Of course, it was much easier since Gwen still insists on those bulky, loose pants, baggy jeans, and oversized tops and sweaters. She just doesn't seem to have any interest in fashion, or boys for that matter." 

As Paula and Kate rounded the corner by the Radio Shack store, Kate let out an audible gasp and stopped in her tracks. Paula turned to look at her daughter, who now stood still as a statue with her mouth open and her eyes showing shock.

"Mom! Look at Gwen! She's got a boy sitting at the table with her. And he's gorgeous!" exclaimed Kate. "This doesn't make any sense, unless she's tutoring him or something."

Paula turned to see what had caused such amazement in her youngest child. Gwen was sitting at a small table in the food court. She had a medium drink sitting in front of her, along with the novel that she had insisted on bringing. Across from Gwen sat, what Paula had to concede, was an extremely handsome, rugged looking young man. To Paula's knowledge, Gwen had never even been on an actual date. In fact, she never seemed to have any real interest in boys. Paula was reluctant to admit it, but she was almost as shocked as Kate had professed to be. What was going on?

Kate had recovered from her initial surprise and started toward her sister, with her mother following closely. Kate's curiosity had gotten the better of her and she was determined to learn more about the hunk talking to her sister. She would have been less surprised to have found space aliens in the Victoria's Secret shop across the mall than seeing Gwen with what appeared to be a real catch. Kate had to find out more about this mystery friend of her sister's.

Paula and Kate approached Gwen's table from behind her. Thus, Gwen had no clue that her mother and sister were drawing near. For her part, Paula was unable to stop looking at the boy chatting with her daughter. His shoulders were broad, his smile dazzling, and his brown hair was cut close, almost in a military style. Longer hair was "in" these days, but Paula had to admit that this young man made a strong case for shorter hair. The most striking feature on the boy seated with Gwen, however, was the intensity of his steel grey eyes. They seemed to pull Paula in when he turned his attention to her. The young man stood as she and Kate approached the table.

"You two must be Gwen's sisters," smiled the strange boy as he displayed a breath-taking smile. "Gwen told me that she had two sisters, but she neglected to mention how beautiful you both are. I'm Steve Hammer. You must be Kate, and you're Lisa?"

Kate simply stared up at the stranger as he shook her hand. Paula felt herself blushing as she realized that the young man had assumed that she was Gwen's older sister. Could he be serious, or was he just trying to butter up the mother of a girl in whom he was interested? Then the young man extended his hand to Paula and she firmly shook it.

"Ha! That's the way to make points with my mom," laughed Gwen. "When you see my sister, Lisa, you'll never mistake my mom for her again. Mom still looks great, but Lisa is supermodel material."

"Well, I'd have to say that trait runs in the family, Gwen. I've never seen prettier girls, or a younger, more attractive mother," smiled Steve easily as he shook Paula's hand. "It was nice meeting you, Kate. You, too, Mrs. Anderson."

Both Kate and Paula stood staring at the broad back of Steve Hammer as he strode away through the crowded mall. It wasn't until he was out of sight that Kate found her voice.

"Where the heck did you find that guy, Sis? How'd you meet him? Where'd you meet him? I never knew you had any hunky friends like that!" exclaimed Kate.

"I was sitting here reading "Lord of the Flies" for English class when he just dropped into the seat across from me. He asked if I was reading it for Ms. Summer's honors English class at Sparta High," laughed Gwen. "I have to admit I was slightly nonplussed myself. His eyes just seemed to look right through me. Finally, I overcame my initial surprise and asked him how he knew about Ms. Summer's reading assignments at Sparta. He told me that he was attending Sparta this year and was half way through the book himself."

"So he started talking to you about a stupid book for English? He wasn't hitting on you or anything?" questioned Kate. "I told you to let me pick out some new clothes for you, Sis. You lost a great chance to lock this guy in before all the cheerleaders and class sluts get their claws into him."

"He must have talked to me for fifteen or twenty minutes, Kate. He asked me all sorts of questions about the school, the classes, the other students, and even about my family. That's how he knew who you were. I've no idea why he asked mom if she was Lisa. I told him how beautiful Lisa was, no offense, Mom." 

"You were right when you told him that he was making points with your mother by suggesting I was your sister, Gwen. That young man was trying to get in good with me to smooth his way with you," reasoned Paula. "I think you have an admirer, and a darn good looking one at that!"

"Mom, you're reading way too much into this," insisted Kate. "He may have bad eyesight, or he could be into cougars or something. Do you think a guy that looks like he does would go out of his way to chat up a girl dressed in a baggy sweatshirt reading some dumb book? The mall is full of el primo females of the species. He was probably just picking Sis's brains about his new school."

"Thanks for the high opinion of my allure, Kate," responded Gwen with some irritation. "Actually, he asked me if I'd go with him to the dance Saturday night at the VFW hall. It's that benefit being held for Tim Archer after his horrible motorcycle accident. The whole school, probably the whole town, will be there. You know how popular Tim is around here. His brother, Jim, is a senior and he's on the football team.

"That's this coming Saturday!" exclaimed Paula. "We'd better start looking for a nice dress for you, Gwen. He seemed like a nice young man, and he sure isn't hurting in the looks department, either. You'll have a wonderful time!"

"Before you get too excited, Mom, I turned him down. Forget the dress, and the dance," added Gwen.

"You turned down a date with that hunk, Gwen? What on earth were you thinking?" asked a stunned Kate. "Girls will kill for a date with that guy. I know I would!"

"I guess because I already knew what you pretty much just finished telling me, Kate. It would be like a fairy tale at first. Then next week, when school started, all the cheerleaders, bombshells, sluts, and half the female teachers would be drooling all over him. Then what would happen to me? He'd never talk to me again and everyone would know that I was a temporary fix until he found some girl more to his liking. Guys like that don't date girls like me. I know that and I'm fine with it, but I'm not going to play the fool for the amusement of everyone in school," concluded Gwen. 

"Gwen, I can't believe you just said that! He sat with you for twenty minutes, chatted you up, asked about your school and family, and even asked you on a date. Does that sound like something a guy would do if he had no interest?" demanded Paula. "You need to get out more, Baby. You're going into your senior year. I know your grades are important and you want to get into pre-med at Stanford, but you need to have fun sometimes, too. You'll do even better in your studies if you're happy and enjoying life. Steve seemed like a really nice young man. He didn't ask you out because of some pity he felt for you. I saw him looking at you before he realized we were headed to your table. Believe me when I say this: he liked what he saw. That much was obvious."

"Yeah, Sis. I saw it, too. I was just kidding about getting you different clothes, and him not being interested in you. I'm sorry I said that. I was just jealous that he was sitting with you instead of with me. I don't know how you could have turned him down flat. You should've left yourself some room to reconsider, like get his phone number and promise to let him know tomorrow or something." 

"Well, there is a very slight chance that I will be going to the dance with him Saturday," admitted Gwen. "He made me promise to go to the dance with him if our football team won the game Friday night. I guess he must be a member of the team. He acted awfully confident."

"If we win the game?" repeated a stunned Kate. "Gifford won the league championship last year! They beat us by thirty points in the first game of the season last year, and our quarterback and half the offensive line graduated last spring. It looks like you'll be staying home Saturday if our team has to win Friday."

"That's just what I told him, Kate. That's why I finally agreed to go out with him if they won. It was way easier than just telling him that I wouldn't go out with him," suggested Gwen. "It lets me off the hook without seeming too cold, or bitchy."

"Gwen! Listen to yourself," responded an exasperated Paula. "Not many girls your age would want to get off his hook, given the choice."

"Mother!" proclaimed Kate and Gwen simultaneously. 

"I'm just saying!" laughed Paula. "It sounds to me like he was very determined to secure a date with you, Gwen. It might be prudent to formulate a plan B for Saturday. He might win that game all by himself, just so that he can take you to the dance." 

Steve had gone to the mall to pick up a few items for the start of school. He was excited about attending a regular high school in the United States and about playing football in his senior year. He knew it would be a big adjustment, but it was one to which he looked forward. He was idly considering getting some fries at the food court when he first saw her.

Steve had seen lots of pretty girls in the mall. He recognized and appreciated beauty the same as any normal 18 year old boy would. That said, he was still pretty well flabbergasted when he saw the dark haired beauty sitting alone in the food court. She was wearing a Stanford sweatshirt and loose fitting jeans. As Steve appraised the girl more closely, he realized that the clothes could not totally conceal the nice figure beneath.

Her long dark hair was pulled back in a simple pony tail that hung more than half way down her back. Now and then she would gaze around the food court observing shoppers as they rushed about their business. More than a few times, Steve saw a small smile break out on the girl's face. She seemed bemused by the actions of the crowd. Gradually, Steve realized that it wasn't just the girl's beauty that had so enthralled him, but also her confident, good humored outlook on the world. She didn't appear to take herself, or life, all that seriously. She was comfortable being herself. Then he noticed the book she was reading and took a chance.

Gwen was killing two birds with one stone as she waited for her sister and mother to finish up their shopping. She was going to finish the final novel assigned for her honors English class as well as observe the people around her. She intended to become a doctor, hopefully a surgeon, and knew that the more she learned to notice what people were saying with their actions as well as with their words, the better she would succeed in her chosen field.

She saw him just before he pulled up a chair at her table. He had to be over six foot three and two hundred and twenty pounds. He wore his hair short. He appeared relaxed and confident. Then she looked into his eyes. 

"Hi! I'm Steve Hammer. I see you're reading "Lord of the Flies" and I was wondering if you're in Ms. Summer's honors English class?" asked the boy as he held out his hand.

Gwen had no idea how long she was immobile, but she suddenly realized that she had been staring. She broke the trance and finally noticed the hand extended to her. 

Taking the huge hand in hers, Gwen struggled to form a response. She had to replay what her mind had just heard to determine what she had been asked.

"Hi! I'm sorry about being so confused for a minute," apologized Gwen. "I was reading and you surprised me. To answer your question, I am in Ms. Summer's class. My name is Gwen Anderson. How did you know Ms. Summer assigned this novel for summer reading?" 

Steve was reluctant to release the hand of the girl sitting across the table. Her voice was strong, yet feminine and her smile was intoxicating. He suddenly realized that he had been staring and quickly released the girl's hand. He went on to explain that he had enrolled at Sparta over the summer and had been informed of the reading assignment for his English class. One thing led to another, and soon Steve had learned Gwen had two sisters, the older of which was incredibly beautiful, in Gwen's estimation. That was when Steve decided to risk rejection and ask Gwen to the dance.

"Gwen, I understand that the fund raiser for Jim Archer's brother next Saturday," began Steve somewhat tentatively. "Could I ask you to go with me?"

Gwen was taken completely by surprise. No one had ever asked her out so soon after meeting her. In fact, only a couple of guys had ever even hinted that they would like to date her and she had quickly dashed their hopes. Gwen was very accomplished in her studies and was on track to graduate first in her class. She wanted to be a surgeon and she had long ago decided that fleeting emotional entanglements would not advance her career plans. She was also an avid reader and a born romantic. She was determined to not settle for some mundane romance. In fact, she would settle for nothing less than a love like Juliet had with Romeo. The boys that had shown any interest in her thus far had simply not measured up.

"I really can't, Steve. I have to study that night," replied Gwen weakly.

Even as she said it, Gwen realized how lame she sounded. Her usually calm demeanor dissolved as she struggled to think of something that would make more sense. Steve watched her closely for several seconds, and then smiled.

"If you have a boyfriend, I'll back off and apologize, Gwen. I didn't want to put you on the spot. If you just don't want to go out with me, say so. But please, don't try to tell me that you have to study the Saturday night before school starts," laughed Steve. "I'm not very good at asking pretty girls like you out, and that sure doesn't do much for my confidence. I'm asking again, Gwen. Will you go to that benefit dance with me Saturday?" 

"Steve, the truth is that I don't think I want to go out with you. I have to wonder why a guy like you would ask the class nerd for a date. The only reasons I can think of are that either it's a joke, or that you just haven't met anyone else from our school yet. Once you do, you won't want to date me. We both know that," finished Gwen quietly.

"Okay, I see what you're telling me, Gwen. I'm an idiot because I asked out the first beautiful girl I met. She's really smart, funny, tall, sexy, and drop dead gorgeous, but I can do way better. I can probably find some blonde cheerleader with an IQ smaller than her bust line that would look good on my arm. I shouldn't try for a thoroughbred like you when I can have the horse that pulls the milk wagon."

Once again, Gwen had difficulty initiating speech. How could this boy rattle her so quickly, and completely?

"Steve, I'm no thoroughbred. I'm the plow horse. Look at me. There are only two girls in the class taller than I am, and they're both stars on the basketball team. I'm ten pounds too heavy, and I'm a braniac. Ask any guy in my class. You'll regret being seen out with me within a week of school starting," concluded Gwen.

"Or is it that you don't want to be seen with me, Gwen? Are your standards too high for me? I'm not in with your crowd? Is that the problem? Or is it my appearance? The way I dress? The way I get all goofy when I look at you?" grinned Steve.

"No! It's not you, Steve. It's me. I know what happens to girls that try to run with the wrong guys. They always get hurt. You'll be able to date any girl in our class, in the whole school. I'll bet some of the teachers will even go out with you if you ask! You won't want me after you see what's out there," asserted Gwen.

"We seem to be at an impasse here, Gwen. I propose a simple wager. We'll leave it to chance. Let the fates decide if we should go to that dance together," suggested Steve. "How about this? If Sparta wins the football game Friday night, you go to the dance with me on Saturday. If we lose the game, I won't pester you anymore."

"You do realize that we lost to Gifford by at least thirty points last year? They went on to win the league. We also had our quarterback and most of the starting offensive line graduate last spring. Sparta can't win that game, Steve. We'll be lucky to win any games this year," predicted Gwen.

"Then this should be a no brainer, especially for a 'braniac' like you, Gwen. Let's shake on it and we'll have a deal," urged Steve as he offered his hand to Gwen.

Steve and Gwen had just sealed their wager with a hand shake when Paula and Kate turned the corner in the mall and found them deep in conversation. Steve knew immediately that the two women approaching the table had to be the mother and sister that Gwen had mentioned earlier. The family resemblance was obvious. As they drew closer, it occurred to Steve that Gwen's mother would make a great ally in his, thus far futile efforts to impress Gwen. 

Friday night found Gwen sitting with her mom and two sisters in the visitors section of the stands at Gifford High. It was the first football game of the new season. Gwen had mentioned that she might drive over to watch the game to her family the previous evening at dinner.

"I guess you will!" laughed her older sister, Lisa. "Rumor has it that you have a lot riding on this game, Gwen, like a date with an Adonis that suddenly appeared in Sparta. If you don't mind, I'll ride over with you. I haven't watched a high school game since I graduated. Besides, I want to look this guy over. The way Kate and Mom talk, he makes Brad Pitt look homely."

"Just wait until you see Steve," interjected Kate. "I know you think we exaggerated, but you'll see. Gwen has the best looking guy our school has ever seen chasing after her, and she's playing hard to get! It pays to be so smart. She's stringing this guy along before she snaps him up in front of all those prissy cheerleaders. There'll be legends about Gwen handed down from mother to daughter for years to come."

"I don't know why everybody's making such a big deal out of this," lamented Gwen. "We have no chance of winning the game tomorrow. There won't be any date, so there's no reason for all of you to go to the game with me."


Lady in Red Ch. 01



"Gwen, you only went to a couple home games last year. Kate went to everyone that she could, and I attended a few with her," pointed out Paula. "It isn't all that unusual for Kate and me to go to a football game, and Lisa was a cheerleader when she was a senior, so I can understand her wanting to go. How is it that you're going to an away game now?"

"I'm a senior this year, Mother," replied Gwen somewhat testily. "You're the one that told me I should enjoy my senior year more. That's all I'm trying to do."

"Sure. You just want to watch Gifford kick our butts up and down the field. It has nothing to do with a certain stud football player that's blinded by your beauty," teased Kate.

"I don't know if I approve of you going out with this young man, especially under these conditions. No woman should be forced to do something like this against her will," reasoned her father. "Maybe I should have a talk with this Steve person and nip this situation in the bud?"

"Yeah, Dad! Every girl wants her father to "speak" to her hot date. Have you not been listening? He isn't taking advantage of Gwen! If anything, Gwen is toying with him. He'll chase her until she decides to let him catch her. Protecting Gwen from the best looking guy in her school is hardly necessary, and certainly not wanted," replied Kate with vigor. 

As the teams warmed up, Kate turned and spoke to Gwen, "Well, at least Dad decided not to come, so you don't have to worry about him giving Steve a talking to. Mom and I won't embarrass you too bad, but you know Lisa. When she sees Steve, she won't be thinking about how she's three years older than he is. Don't let her steal him away."

"Kate, I don't know where you developed such a low opinion of me, but I would never go after any of my sister's boyfriends, and I expect the same from you. We're family and we support each other, and that certainly includes keeping boyfriends!" insisted Lisa.

"I overheard Bill Johnson talking to Ken Bradley at the refreshment stand a little while ago. Their sons are on the team and both fathers felt that this was going to be a very good year for the football team. They have a new coach, a new quarterback, and a very new offensive scheme according to those two. They said tonight's game will be different than any game the team has ever played," recounted Paula. "I asked them why and they just grinned. They said that they were sworn to secrecy, but I should be ready for a lot of scoring." 

Sparta won the coin toss and elected to defend on the first possession of the game. After the kick-off, Gifford had the ball on the forty-two yard line. Their senior halfback, Will Jauron, had won the league rushing title as a Junior and immediately picked up where he had left off the previous season. Sparta's defense worked hard, but Jauron managed to average five yards with every carry. Then he carried the ball in for a score from the fifteen yard line. They tacked on the extra point and after five minutes of play, Gifford had a 7-0 lead.

"Uh-oh, Gwen! You may be home reading your novel tomorrow night after all," worried Kate. 

"I just want to know what position your Prince Charming is playing," complained Lisa. "So far, I'm not very impressed with any of the Spartan players."

Gifford kicked off and the nervous sophomore returner fumbled the ball. By the time the dust had settled, Gifford had recovered on the five yard line. Jauron ran it in for the score on the very next play. With just over five minutes gone, Gifford led 14-0. Again Gifford kicked off, but this time the kid on the receiving end managed to hang on, although he lost five yards on his attempted run back. Sparta had the ball on the 27 yard line when its offensive unit took the field.

"There's Steve!" yelled Kate. "He's number 12. He must be the quarterback! He looks hot even with a football helmet on."

Paula glanced over at Gwen to see her reaction. Gwen had her pocketbook straps twisted in knots. She was staring intently at the playing field as she tortured her purse. Paula smiled to herself and returned her attention to the game. It was pretty plain that Gwen had not been exactly truthful about her feelings for the young man that had asked her to the dance. As that thought crossed her mind, a roar went up from Sparta's section. 

Sparta's running back had managed a pretty good season the previous year. He was third in the league in rushing, and that was with a mediocre team. Everyone expected him to be the workhorse of the Spartan offense. On the first play from scrimmage, Steve took the snap and turned and tucked the ball into the halfback's stomach. The back hit the line hard and managed to gain some positive yards. That was when the fans, as well as the Gifford defense, realized that Steve still held the football. He looked left and pulled his arm back. Then he suddenly turned to his right and lofted a pass deep down the right sideline. Billy Harris was at least ten yards beyond the defender as he gathered the ball in full stride at the twenty yard line and raced into the end zone!

The Gifford section was dead silent, but the Spartan side made up for it. High fives, loud cheers, and whistles swept through the stands. Gwen realized that she was one of the loudest fans as she yelled and screamed her approval. Her sisters and mother were right next to her, showing their excitement over the turn of events.

"My God, Gwen! He must have thrown that ball fifty yards! He sure seems serious about winning this game and keeping his date," laughed Lisa. "Kate, let me have those binoculars so I can get a good look at our hero."

Lisa focused in on number twelve as he and his team mates slapped each other on the back. She quickly determined that Steve was a very popular man at the moment. He was taller than all but a couple linemen and looked every bit as strong. Then she saw him scanning the Sparta cheering section, obviously looking for someone.

"Wave ladies," Lisa instructed as she held her free hand high and whipped it around. "Our hero is looking for Gwen to make sure she saw that great play. Let him know what we think!"

With that, Kate and Paula stood up again and began waving frantically toward the Spartan bench area. Almost reluctantly, Gwen stood up and gave her best imitation of the Queen of England by moving her hand back and forth a few inches in front of her face. 

"I don't know how, but he found you, Gwen! His smile just doubled in size. Maybe Kate, Mom, and I helped a little by being such boisterous fans," suggested Lisa. "Holy cow! He's a gorgeous looking man, Gwen! You started right at the top!"

The score was tied at half time at 28. The Spartan offense managed to score every time it had the ball. Steve passed on most plays, but they did very well every time they handed the ball off to the running back. The Spartan defense had begun to stiffen and once they began to slow down Jauron, Gifford had no alternatives. They tried a few passes, but their quarterback showed poor decision making and a rather weak arm.

Sparta scored on the first possession of the second half to take the lead and never looked back. The final score was 49-31. When the game ended Sparta's faithful poured onto the field and mobbed the players. Paula could see Steve smile as fans and players slapped his back and shook his hand. 

"So, Sis. Should we go down and congratulate our newfound hero?" teased Kate. "It looks like the cheerleaders are doing just that. Look at those shameless hussies hugging Steve and kissing his cheeks! We need to get you down there to stake out your claim! Let's go."

"No, Kate. I'm not going to make an ass of myself in front of those bimbos. I told you that he'd have all kinds of pretty girls after him. It just happened faster than I had anticipated. I never dreamed he'd be such an athlete. Let's go home," added an obviously dejected Gwen as she started down to the exit.

In order to leave the stands, they had to descend down almost to the playing field, then turn and go out a runway under the bleachers. Gwen was just beginning to make the turn when she heard her name called. Surprised, she looked over her shoulder to see Steve standing near the bleachers. He was looking directly at her and pretty much ignoring all the well-wishers around him. Gwen felt hands push her toward the railing. Her feet seemed to move on their own accord as she shuffled up to the railing and looked down at Steve.

Steve smiled, reached up and grabbed the rail and vaulted up so he stood on the platform near Gwen, with the handrail between them. Those fans that had been headed for the exits all seemed to stop, and suddenly became very quiet.

"I'm going to need directions to your house so I can pick you up for the dance tomorrow night, Gwen. What time should I get there? What's your phone number? You aren't going to back out on me, are you?" quizzed Steve as a beautiful blonde girl suddenly stepped up to him and hugged him tightly over the railing.

"Give me your number and I'll get you all of Gwen's information. I'm her sister, Lisa, and you've made my day. Look at all of those cheerleaders with their mouths hanging open," whispered Lisa directly into Steve's ear. "You be good to Gwen. She's really, really smart about a lot of things, but she's new to this. Please don't hurt her."

With that, Lisa stepped back and declared, "Kate, you weren't kidding. Gwen's new boyfriend is a hunk! It makes me wish I was three years younger. Steve, can you ride back to Sparta with us, or do you have to ride the team bus?"

"Coach wants us to ride the bus. Otherwise, I'd take you up on that offer, Lisa," replied Steve as he placed his hands on the noticeably silent Gwen's elbows and smiled. "Thanks, Gwen, for giving in and letting me take you to the dance." 

Gwen felt like she was in a dream. Who knew how many people had just listened to the star quarterback practically beg her for a date! Steve's hands on her arms made her skin tingle where he touched her. She saw Lisa hand Steve her phone and he punched in some numbers and returned it to Lisa.

"Thanks for coming to the game," added Steve as he bent close to Gwen. "I'll see you tomorrow night. Call me with the time."

Steve turned and stepped back down to the field and trotted past the stunned cheerleaders and headed for the showers. Gwen felt hands turn her around and gently push her toward the exit. As she walked, she once again became aware of her surroundings. Lisa held her hand and was smiling like the cat that ate the canary. Her mother and Kate were right behind them, laughing and chatting with fellow fans. Gwen began to catch parts of the conversations going on around her.

"That kid sure took the school by storm!" laughed Ralph Smith, president of the local bank, as well as father of Tyler Smith, the team's starting tight end. "He plays quarterback like a pro, and then sweet talks the school's prettiest girl into going to the dance with him tomorrow. I'd better keep an eye on this boy or he'll have my job before Christmas!" 

"Paula, did you see the look on the faces of all the cheerleaders when that boy made a beeline for Gwen? It was so funny to watch, even though my daughter, Dawn, is one of the cheerleaders," added Dorothy Fields. "This just might help curb that entitlement attitude the girls have developed. The team quarterback going out with the class valedictorian! That is just priceless!"

The ride home was one of the best trips the family had ever experienced. All four Anderson women were laughing as they recounted various incidents that had seen and heard at the game. Gwen had been nervous and embarrassed, but the absolute joy her family felt was infectious. She couldn't help smiling as she recalled the way Steve spoke to her and the reactions it created.

"Gwen, I have to admit I had some serious doubts about Kate's evaluation of your boyfriend, but I've got to tell you, he's the real deal. Maybe you didn't notice, but I hugged him while you were in your trance. I didn't want to do it, but I had to make the arrangements for your date and you sure weren't helping. Boys do like girls that don't talk too much, but take my advice and speak to him once in a while, okay?" chuckled Lisa. "So anyway, when I hugged him, it was like wrapping my arms around a piece of steel and squeezing, except way better! He's tall, dark, very handsome and what a body!"

"I can't wait for the dance tomorrow night," added Kate. "I just want to see the faces of everyone when they see my sister with the best looking guy in the place. Maybe he'll dance with me a few times. You won't mind, will you, Gwen?"

"Please don't get all carried away, Lisa and Kate. Steve was nice to me today. I admit that it made me feel pretty darn good. But he isn't my boyfriend. You saw how those girls looked at him. What are my chances of keeping him interested for more than a week or two? I never had a boyfriend, let alone one like Steve. I'm not good at playing games, and using sex to keep him isn't even on the table. I'm not going to take a chance on ruining my reputation, or my future over some boy," insisted Gwen.

"Gwen, sex should never be used to control a partner, so I can't argue with that attitude. But it doesn't have to ruin your reputation, or your life, if you're mature and responsible," counseled Paula. "It can be a wonderful experience that adds to your life and relationship. It should never be used for revenge, control, or anything else really, except love."

"Thanks, Mom!" quipped Kate. "I think I'm in love with Gwen's boyfriend. Can he spend the night with me?"

"You know the answer to that one, young lady! We will not be having any young men spending the night with any of our daughters before they are married to them. Believe me, your father will see to that," added Paula. 

While Paula and her two younger daughters had been talking, Lisa had been active on her smart phone. Suddenly she burst into laughter.

"Gwen, I just texted your boyfriend with all of your information. I'm just not sure if you're a B cup or a C cup? I don't want to mislead the guy, but he needs to know. So which is it, Gwen?" quizzed Lisa.

"Mom! Lisa can't do that!" cried Gwen. "Nice girls don't tell guys their bra size. Now he thinks I'm some kind of desperate slut. Thanks a lot, Lisa!"

"Sweetheart, you know your sister's teasing you. Remember how she stepped in with Steve when you were temporarily unable to speak to him this evening? You really need to learn to lighten up and laugh a little, as well as to trust your sisters to always be on your side," admonished Paula. "She's definitely a C cup, Lisa. Steve will have no complaints."

"Mom! That's no way to talk in front of your daughters, especially Kate! She's not even 16 yet. You're making it sound like you encourage that sort of behavior, and besides, he'd never complain about "the girls" for any reason," laughed Gwen.

"What happened to our Rhodes Scholar and super nerd?" demanded Kate. "Suddenly she's bragging about her "girls" and how much her date will enjoy them? I think Dad needs to have "the talk" with Gwen instead of Steve."

"Getting back on my original subject," interjected Lisa, "I sent Steve our address and Gwen's phone number, so you may want to keep an eye on your phone for texts, and keep it close enough to hear it ring. Did you know that Dave Kite has appointed himself senior class historian and videographer, Gwen? He's already begun his duties. Not only does he have some great pictures of the game on his "official" senior class Face Book page, but he has a clip of Steve thanking you for agreeing to go to the dance with him on YouTube! It already has 32 views."

"I didn't even know he was there," admitted Gwen. "This is pretty embarrassing."

"Are you kidding, Gwen?" demanded Kate. "How can that be anything but extremely cool? Of course you never noticed Dave Kite. You didn't even know what planet you were on when Steve stopped you in the bleachers. I've seen zombies with better reflexes."

Suddenly Gwen's phone rang. Her face turned red as she answered it while her mother and two sisters watched and listened closely to her side of the conversation.

"Hey. Yeah, we're almost back to Sparta. I suppose six thirty would be good. Nothing too special, I guess. It's in the VFW hall and a benefit, so people won't be in gowns and black ties. I'll wear a nice dress and you can take it from there. On Willow drive, the last house on the right. I was glad to come. We all really enjoyed the game and you were really good. In fact, I think you tricked me with that bet. You knew you'd win that game. Well, if our date helped inspire you, I'm glad we agreed to it. Maybe coach will give me the game ball?" chuckled Gwen. "Okay, see you then."

Gwen finished the call and then turned to her silent, but intent family, and smiled as she shrugged, "Wrong number".

Gwen could not believe how things had gotten out of hand. Her mother's sister, Diane, along with her 16 year old daughter Stephanie, had insisted on "stopping in" at six o'clock. Then Dorothy Fields, her husband Bob, and her daughter Dawn just happen to stop by on their way to the benefit, which wasn't scheduled to begin until seven. On top of that, her mother and father decided that they were going to attend the dance. They hadn't gone to a function like that in forever, and now they had to go? Of course Lisa and Kate were planning on spying on her every move that evening as well. Gwen decided that she just couldn't be any more embarrassed, but she was wrong.

At six thirty, the door bell rang and the living room suddenly became silent. Gwen had been listening to the chatter from her upstairs bedroom as Lisa put the final touches on her coif. The sudden silence, she realized, was very unnerving. How would Steve feel about such an obvious attempt by so many people to give him the "once over"? She heard Kate welcome Steve and then she introduced him to all the characters perched in the living room. Gwen could hear Steve greet each person warmly as he repeated their names. Then it happened.

Gwen's father, normally a very quiet, intellectual sort, decided to give Steve "the talk" right in front of everyone! Gwen loved her Dad, but being a CPA, he was far better with numbers than with people. 

"Steve, I understand that you're taking my daughter to the dance because she lost a bet to you. Do you think a woman should have to do something against her will simply because of a foolish wager? I understand that she declined your first request for a date to the dance. How do justify your wager, and placing Gwen in such an awkward situation?" asked Ted Anderson somewhat pompously.

Gwen was certain that Steve would be insulted and leave the house. For her part, she had never been so mortified!

"Dad!" cried Kate.

"It's okay, Kate. Your dad has a good point there. I'll tell you this, sir. I never intended to force Gwen to do anything against her will. I would never do that, unless it was done to save her pain or injury. I asked her out and she declined, but her reasons sounded hollow to me, so I decided to press Gwen a little. I've always heard that faint heart never won fair lady. If Gwen simply tells me that she truly does not want to go with me tonight, I will leave and never bother her again. However, Sir, it is my belief and hope, that Gwen is more than willing to accompany me to the dance. Let's ask her when she comes down, shall we?"

"Okay, son. You stated your case well. We'll do that, but there are a couple other things that you need to know," continued Gwen's father. "You'll never go out with Gwen again if you use alcohol, or tobacco. If I hear that you drive unsafely, you'll lose any privileges I may have allowed. If I learn of any questionable behavior on your part, Gwen will be forbidden from seeing you. Do you understand me?"




Lady in Red Ch. 01



By this time Gwen wanted to crawl into a hole and die. She had all she could do to keep from crying as Lisa patted her hand and tried to calm her. Meanwhile, Paula was horrified. What had gotten into her normally quiet and reserved husband? She struggled to find words to diffuse the situation. What a way for a young man to be treated the first time he meets a girl's parents!

"Sir, I respect your conditions and will abide by them without hesitation," replied Steve calmly as he extended his hand to Ted Anderson. "You've done an incredible job raising your daughters and I will do nothing to bring dishonor or harm to any of them, and especially to Gwen. You have my word." 

Ted Anderson beamed as he shook Steve's hand. It was always best to clear the air in the beginning, before any misunderstandings occur. He had taken the bull by the horns and laid the foundation for his daughter's well being. It was only as he looked for admiration on the faces of the other folks in the room that he sensed something may have been awry. The silence has almost deafening. Paula forced a smile as she offered everyone more coffee.

That was the scene as Lisa descended the stairs and loudly cleared her throat. All eyes turned to her as she moved to her father and hugged him. 

"Dad, if we weren't so sure that you really loved us, we'd think you were trying to ruin our lives sometimes. As long as Steve so graciously accepted your conditions, I want everyone to turn their attention to the stairway. Prepare to have your breath taken away. I give you Miss Gwen Anderson!" 

Gwen had never been so embarrassed in her life. Her anger allowed her to lose her jitters. She would give her father a "speaking to" of her own tomorrow! As she reached the bottom of the stairs, the silence made her stop thinking about her father, and the embarrassment he had caused. Gwen looked around and saw jaws hanging everywhere. Tears were rolling down her mother's cheeks. Kate was holding her hands to her mouth. Then she looked at Steve.

He made no effort to conceal his appreciation as he stood nearly transfixed. Gwen could see his eyes move over her body and it excited her. It was far different than when the boys at school stared at her chest or made suggestive remarks. She didn't feel insulted or dirty by the way Steve so obviously enjoyed looking at every inch of her.

As Steve approached Gwen, he looked directly at her, even as he spoke to her father. "Sir, your daughter is incredibly lovely. If she'll agree to accompany me this evening, I promise that I'll do everything in my power to guarantee her safety as well as protect her honor. Gwen, I am releasing you from the wager, but I'm again asking you to go to the dance with me."

Gwen instantly gleaned that Steve was doing everything in his power to placate her father and his insensitive demands. He was actually showing her father more respect than he may have deserved after his tirade a couple minutes prior. With that understanding of Steve's motives, Gwen became more tolerant of her father. A girl's suitor should make an effort to live up to the expectations of her father, shouldn't he?

"Thank you, Dad, for putting this rogue in his place. He can't take advantage as long as I have a father like you looking after me. It's a girl's prerogative to change her mind, however. I've reconsidered my previous decision. I would be pleased to be your date for the evening, Steve."

Gwen's response to Steve opened the flood gates. Suddenly everyone was laughing and talking. Paula was hugging a very smug husband as she wiped the tears from her eyes. Kate produced her camera and insisted that Gwen and Steve pose for a few pictures. Of course, everyone else quickly took advantage of the situation and used their camera phones to capture the moment.

Gwen's aunt Diane hugged her and then hugged Steve as she whispered to both of them. "That was some of the fastest thinking I've seen in a long time. You saved Ted from a very bad moment. I think Paula was considering pouring hot coffee on his head, but you two made him look good. I'm impressed!"

It was Dorothy Fields that loudly stated what everyone had been thinking a few seconds later. "Gwen, you are absolutely stunning! I've never seen a more beautiful woman, and in that dress, it's pretty apparent that you're all woman. You have to be the best looking couple this town has ever seen!"

As soon as things calmed down, Paula watched Gwen take Steve's hand and tug him toward the door. It was a small gesture, but it reassured Paula that Gwen was finally in control of her thoughts when she was near Steve. As the door closed, Lisa hugged her mother and wiped away tears that found their way down her cheek.

"Mother, did you see how beautiful Gwen was? I had to talk her into wearing my red dress. Now I'll never be able to wear it again after seeing how she looks in it. She's been working out, Mom. The dress was a little loose in her waist and tight in the bosom! My little sister sure has grown up and I'm so happy for her. Let's hurry up and get to that dance. I need to find out if I can still break hearts. Gwen's made me feel old and ugly all of a sudden." 

"Steve, I'm sorry about my Dad," began Gwen as soon as Steve pulled out of their driveway. "He heard us talking about the bet and somehow came to the conclusion that I was going against my will. He felt that since I had declined once, it should have been the end of it. He's a pretty good father, but he doesn't always understand the women in his life."

"Gwen, I think you should be proud of your dad. I admire how direct and to the point he was. He made it pretty clear what was expected from me when I dated you. As far as I'm concerned, he did exactly what a good father should do. There is nothing to apologize for, and a lot to be proud of, if you ask me. You have a wonderful family."

Gwen was surprised both by Steve's response to her apology and his declaration that she had a great family. She thought it over and realized that she'd never given much thought to how lucky she was to have the family she did. Lisa had loaned her the red dress and spent hours helping her prepare for her first real date. What more could you ask from a big sister? Gwen also realized that she knew almost nothing about Steve and really needed to learn more. It then occurred to her that was the very reason people dated. Maybe she had underestimated its value.

Steve had spent some time with Jim Archer in an effort to know what to expect at the benefit dance. It was important to Steve that he make friends and be accepted in his new town. He didn't want to ruin things because he didn't understand customs in the area. He felt as prepared as he could be for what he expected to be a very memorable evening.

As Gwen and Steve entered the VFW hall, a tall thin girl approached Gwen and hugged her as she looked at Steve. She wore a forced smile and appeared to be intimidated by Steve.

"Gwen, I saw the YouTube spot and still had a little trouble believing this. You're making all of your friends proud. You look like a fashion model and your date is incredible. I guess you'll be sitting with the jocks from now on. Bev, Mark, Barry and I are sitting over by that wall, so stop in and say 'hey' if you get the chance."

"Charlotte, this is Steve Hammer. Steve, meet Charlotte DeVries. She'll be in our English class. She's really funny. She makes any class fun. I don't know where we'll be sitting, Charlotte. Steve and I haven't given it a thought yet, but I guess we'd better now," replied Gwen while nervously looking at Steve.

"Gwen, I'd be happy to sit with your friends, if there's room for us. Remember that I'm new here and haven't met anyone but the guys on the football team. I see plenty of them in the showers and on the practice field. If there's no room for us, could you at least introduce me to them?" replied Steve. "The showers, Steve?" asked Charlotte as she arched her eyebrows several times. "Maybe you can help me find the man of my dreams. I could tell you what I'm looking for, and you could tell me who, if anyone, fits the bill."

"Charlotte! You can't expect Steve to help you with that! You'll just have to interview them the old fashioned way," laughed Gwen.

"In case you haven't noticed, Gwen, I'm not exactly beating them off with a stick. I can't suddenly show up with a tiny red dress that shows off all sorts of treats that men like in women. I'm stuck with these," lamented Charlotte as she briefly hefted her small breasts. "I haven't conducted any "interviews" yet in my entire high school career and it doesn't look like that's going to change. That is unless you introduce me to your fairy god mother that transformed you from our conservative valedictorian to a smokin' hot seductress."

"Do I look bad, Charlotte? I trust you to be honest. I was worried about wearing this dress, but Lisa insisted that it looked good. Do I look cheap, or foolish?" questioned Gwen quickly.

"Gwen, you may look like a million bucks, but you're still working through those insecurities, aren't you? You're the classiest looking girl I've ever known and you look great tonight. Don't ask me again because if this were a movie, I'd be the sarcastic, skinny friend that's thrown into the mix for comic relief. I can't keep reassuring you all the time. God, I wish I had your problems!"

Gwen's friends were deep in conversation when she and Steve approached the table. Charlotte called to them, "Hey, guys! Get a load of Gwen, as if you need any encouragement. I want you all to meet Steve Hammer. He's my date for the night, so you boys had better behave or he'll break you in half. Don't be sneaking any feels of my assets."

"You'll have to point out the aforementioned assets so we know what to avoid," teased Charlotte's friend Mark. "Good to meet you, Steve."

Gwen was more than a little surprised at how well Steve interacted with her friends. She could tell that her friends were pleasantly surprised as well. Within a few minutes, he was chatting with them as if they had all grown up together.

The hall had filled quite rapidly and it appeared that the benefit would be a success. Gwen spotted her family and their friends seated at a table across the dance floor. They didn't appear to be able to stop looking her way and Gwen made a mental note to mention that fact to them before the evening got too much older.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm Johnnie Dee and I'll be your host and DJ this evening. As you all know, this is a benefit for Tim Archer. That means we're going to try to raise money, which means that I'll expect everyone here to do their part. To start with, is there anyone here that would refuse to allow me to auction off a dance with them, or their partner? If so, please step over against that wall by the picture window? No one? Great! We'll be getting under way in a couple minutes. Later, you'll be hearing from Tim Archer to thank you for your generosity, so give until it hurts, Ladies and Gentlemen!" pleaded the DJ.

Steve couldn't help but appreciate how cleverly the disc jockey had placed everyone at the dance in a position to be auctioned off. A lot of people would have not raised their hands if volunteers had been sought, but by asking them to move to an area, they would have had to be proactive in not participating. People too shy to participate would be reluctant to be seen removing themselves from the fray. Steve had already learned something useful for the future.

"Okay! We're ready to begin the dancing. Please be sure to obey the rule that absolutely no one under the age of twenty one is to have any alcohol. There are no exceptions. Break this rule and you'll be asked to leave immediately. As I mentioned before, I'll be auctioning off dances with various attendees over the course of the evening. All proceeds will go to the Archer benefit and it's all in good fun. The winning bidder can select the music that I'll play for them, if I have it, and I can't imagine any song I don't have," boasted the DJ. "Let's begin the night with bidding on this young lady, and remember, cash only. No checks or IOU's!"

Suddenly the lights dimmed and a small spotlight shone on Gwen. She looked around in surprise and squeezed Steve's hand. For his part, Steve smiled and whispered to her that she was expected to go up to the stage. Still blushing, Gwen rose and gracefully proceeded to stand next to the DJ.

"You can all see why we selected this lovely young lady to begin the festivities. My sources tell me that she will be attending Sparta High as a senior this year. Do I hear an opening bid for the first dance with Miss Gwen Anderson?"

Steve couldn't tell who made the first three bids because the bidders were not in his field of vision. The first bid was $20, the next $30 and the next $40. Then Steve saw Gwen's dad offer $50. Then things became interesting. A man in his early twenties stepped forward and calmly issued a bid of $100! A buzz went through the crowd.

"That's Mort Governs." whispered Charlotte, "His father owns a bunch of car dealerships and it looks like he just bought the first dance with your date."

"We have $100," repeated the surprised DJ. "Are you fellows going to let her go that cheaply? Do I hear $125?"

Steve rose from his chair and raised his hand. "$200 here!"

"Now we're talking!" enthused the DJ. "Remember this is all for the benefit of the Archer Fund. Who wants to offer $250?"

Gwen was stunned at the amount of the bidding. She was pleased that Steve had made a high bid and quite flattered that Mort Governs had made such a strong bid. Her sister, Lisa, had dated him a couple times back in high school. He was now out of college and running one of his father's dealerships at the age of twenty four. Then she saw Mort raise his hand and bid $250! Steve instantly raised his hand and bid $300!

Mort Governs looked at Steve and then shook his head and returned to his seat. Steve pulled out his wallet as he approached the small stage. Taking out three bills, he handed them to the disc jockey as he whispered something in his ear.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, what a great start to the evening! We've already raised $300 for Tim Archer and we've barely begun. Now for the dance. The winning bidder has requested an extremely appropriate song. I ask that all auctioned dances be done here on this stage so that everyone can enjoy watching. Everyone else can use the dance floor. I present Gwen Anderson and Steve Hammer in the first dance of the evening!"

Steve stepped up to Gwen and offered his hand. Gwen accepted and he led her to the center of the small raised stage as the music began. The lights around the stage dimmed and the small spotlight shone on them. Steve placed his right hand on Gwen's back as she placed her left arm on his arm and shoulder. He took her right hand in his left and stepped with the music. 

Once again, Paula felt the tears stream down her cheeks as "The Lady in Red" began to play as her daughter danced with Steve. She couldn't have been any prouder as Gwen seemed to glide over the floor. Kate was standing on a chair with her trusty camera pointed at her sister.

"Look at them, Mom! They look like professionals! And Steve bid $300 for the dance! I hope some great looking guy bids like that for me someday. Gwen is so beautiful. Isn't this really cool, Mom?"

"It appears that you've danced before, Mr. Hammer," stated Gwen through her smile as she looked up at Steve. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you? I hope you're not expecting anything extra for the $300 you just donated to a very worthy cause." 

"What more could I hope for than to hold the prettiest girl in the state in my arms for a dance? This is a great bargain for me. I would've gone a lot higher if need be," revealed Steve. "Can I assume that you've had some dance lessons as well, Madam?"

"Aunt Diane actually teaches dance. I've had more than a few lessons, but I feel like a beginner with you," laughed Gwen. "A beginner at life it seems. You're making me learn fast."

"I never will forget the way you look tonight, Gwen," whispered Steve as he sang with the song and pulled Gwen slightly closer.

"Careful, Big Boy," chided Gwen. "Remember 'the talk' my father gave you. He's watching us right now. You don't want to face his wrath, do you?"

"I think I'd risk almost anything for you, Gwen, but not your reputation. Can I give you a brief kiss when the song ends?" asked Steve. "It would be very quick and no one would notice."

"Yeah, right, you silver tongued devil. If you're willing to face the ire of my father, go for it, Tough Guy. But don't say I didn't warn you," advised Gwen.

As the song ended, Steve bent over and briefly kissed Gwen on the lips and then quickly pulled back from her. To his surprise, the entire building broke into applause and cheers! There were more than a few whistles and cat calls as well. Men slapped him on the back as he led Gwen back to her seat. Steve was surprised to find both Charlotte and Bev in tears.

"That was the most beautiful, romantic thing I've ever seen!" sobbed Charlotte. "It looked like a scene out of "Pretty Woman" or something."

"Sis, can I dance with this guy?" interrupted Kate. "I was going to wait till later, but that was so hot! Can I have the next slow one with Steve, please, Sis?"

That was how the rest of the evening went for Gwen. When she wasn't dancing with Steve, she was besieged with requests from other girls, and women, asking her for permission to dance with her date. That was totally new ground for Gwen and she decided that she liked it. Almost everyone accepted that her approval was required. Steve even told the girls so bold as to ask him for a dance that he was with Gwen and her permission would be needed. Strangely, Gwen felt equally as good dancing only with guys that asked Steve first. Even her father received Steve's permission before he led Gwen onto the floor.

The auctioned dances were fun, but nothing came close to the $300 that Steve had bid for Gwen. That is until Steve had the spotlight fall on him. Gwen was amazed at the spirited bidding by several of the town's more respected ladies. The bidding started at $50 and hit $500 before Gwen could even try to determine how much cash she could spend. Dorothy Davis was the top bidder when the dust cleared at $650. She was a forty something widow whose older husband had made her his second wife. That was just a year before he died from a massive heart attack. She was wealthy, bored and determined to buy the dance with Steve.

For his part, Steve felt embarrassed standing there as the bidding escalated between several ladies he did not know. He felt like a prized bull at auction. When it was all over and Mrs. Davis came to the stage to claim her prize, she requested "MacArthur Park", which Steve thought was a strange selection. Eventually he determined the reason for its selection by Mrs. Davis.

"May I call you Steve?" asked Mrs. Davis as she stepped into his arms and pressed her impressive chest against his stomach. "You can call me Dorothy. I loved watching you with your beautiful girlfriend earlier. I put a bug in the DJ's ear that he'd really help this benefit by enlisting you in an auction. I didn't realize that those bitches would be willing to go so high, but it's for charity. I can write it all off. You dance so well, Steve. Have you had lessons?"

"Yes, Ma'am," responded Steve. "My mother made sure that I was exposed to arts and culture. She said that she didn't want me to be social moron when I went out into the world on my own."

"She was exactly right, Steve. My goodness, you're strong! I hope you have good stamina. This song lasts for seven minutes. That's why I requested it. That means it cost me less than $100 per minute," laughed Mrs. Davis. "If you should ever break up with your girlfriend, I could offer you a very good position with my company, if you understand my meaning, Steve. Somehow, you seem like the type that would be a very loyal friend, so I won't even suggest that anything ever come between you and your lady. I just want you to know you have options if your romance goes south. Oh, it seems that my song has ended already. That was a very fast seven minutes!" 




Lady in Red Ch. 01



Steve bowed and thanked Mrs. Davis and returned to his table. This time there were friendly jibes and smirks tossed his way. Gwen was seated, waiting for his return.

"Tell me Steve, how did you enjoy that dance? It looked like her "girls" were attached to your stomach. Do you like older women?" quizzed Gwen.

"Gwen, please believe me. I tried to hold her back without being too obvious, or seeming too rude. She was pretty determined," explained Steve.

Suddenly everyone at the table burst into gales of laughter. Steve realized that he had been teased and that Gwen was not angry and he felt immediate relief. 

"You should have seen yourself, Steve. The more she tried to lean into you, the more you leaned back and grimaced. You acted like her boobs were hot irons being pressed against your stomach," chuckled Mark. "I can't imagine how much you must've suffered." 

"You're exactly right, Mark," confessed Steve. "It isn't easy having two giant implants pushed into your abdomen. Not many men could have taken that sort of punishment, but since it was for a good cause, I took one for the team."

"Did you take one, or did you take two for the team?" quipped the usually very quiet Bev. "It sure looked like two. I bet they look like torpedoes when they're turned loose. She probably has to be careful to not get her nipples caught between her toes when she showers."

Some of Steve's football teammates would stop by the table and chat with Steve, but they seemed uncomfortable hanging around too long. His new friends noticed it and made comments about it from time to time. They felt that the jocks looked down on them for being smart and getting good marks. 

"It really works both ways, guys," observed Steve. "They probably think that you look down on them for not being as smart as you are. That discomfort they show could be caused by fearing that they'll say or do something you feel is stupid. It's all a question of communication and insecurities. We all have them and we need to understand that fact."

"What in the world could you be insecure about, Steve?" asked Charlotte. "You're big, strong, good looking, athletic, apparently pretty smart, and a hell of a dancer. I don't think you have any insecurity at all."

"Charlotte, just how dumb do you think I am? If I told you my weaknesses, you'd be able to reduce me to a quivering mass of Jello. I'm not about to give you that kind of power over me!" admitted Steve.

"You're just afraid that I'd force you to let me have my way with you. I've asked some of the guys on the football team about the showers tonight and I hear that you're the guy I should interview!" replied Charlotte as she once again moved her eyebrows up and down several times.

Everyone had a fun time and the evening was drawing to a close when the spotlight fell on Gwen's sister, Lisa. Being a good sport, Lisa made her way to the stage smiling to all. Since it was the last dance of the night, everyone knew the bidding would be spirited among those that still had some cash left. It began at $50 and soon escalated up to $200. A rather loud, portly man of about forty was waving his cash as he glared around to see if anyone was going to bid higher.

"Oh, dear," worried Gwen. "It's that awful Mr. Briggs. He's always half drunk and bothering the girls when they stop at his business. He owns the music and video store on Main. He has great prices, but he creeps out the girls. I hate to ask you this, but do you have any money left, Steve? If you can save Lisa, I would be really grateful, and so would she. We'll pay you back."

At that moment, Gwen's dad, with more than a little obvious urging from his wife and daughter Kate, raised his hand for a $250 bid. "I've got $350 left in cash," slurred Briggs. "I'm bidding it all for a dance with that blonde cutie!"

Gwen and Steve watched her father quickly count his money and then shake his head to Paula and Kate. It was apparent that Ted Anderson did not bring enough cash to save his daughter from the clutches of Samuel Briggs. Briggs saw the situation and started for the stage.

"$400" called Steve above the din as he stood and waved his hand to get the DJ's attention. The crowd let out a collective sigh. Lisa's face went from a grimace to a huge smile. Gwen quickly patted Steve's hand before he left the table to make his way to the stage. 

"To quote The Lovin' Spoonful, "Son, you'd better go home and make up your mind!" laughed Johnnie D. "Steve Hammer has just paid $400 to dance with a second Anderson sister! How's that for nerve, Ladies and Gentlemen? He's spent a total of $700 on these sisters, and I understand there's one more present tonight? Should we go for the hat trick?"

Steve did his best to ignore the yelling and laughter from the crowd and handed the DJ four bills and made his musical request. Then he took a grinning Lisa by the hand and led her to the center of the small stage. He took her into his arms as Eric Clapton's "Wonderful Tonight" filled the hall.

"So, did my sister ask you to save me from that awful man?" asked Lisa. "I really was worried about dancing with him."

"It's more like Gwen gave me permission to bid on you. I didn't need any encouragement," responded Steve as he effortlessly guided her around the stage. 

"Well, I'm sure glad that you did, Steve. This is a beautiful song and you're an excellent dancer. Is there no end to your talents? I've never seen Gwen shine like she has tonight, to quote the song you chose for her. It was simply perfect. She's worried that you'll forget about her when school starts and you meet all the beautiful girls in your school."

"Lisa, how can I respond to that? I've never had a girlfriend. I can't imagine any girl looking better or being more interesting than Gwen. The truth is she'll probably grow tired of me long before I ever give up on her. A girl like Gwen can have any guy she wants. It won't be long before she realizes that fact. Then we'll see where it leaves me. But enough of this kind of talk. I'll cherish every minute that I can spend with her, and her beautiful sisters," added Steve. 

As the song ended, Lisa pulled Steve face down to her and kissed him soundly on the lips. She then turned with a huge smile and waved to the cheering crowd. Lisa hurried over to Gwen and embraced her. The two sisters held each other as Steve stood near them smiling. Once again Charlotte and Bev were in tears. Soon Kate was wrapping her arms around her sisters. They drew her into the sister hug. Suddenly Steve felt arms around his neck and was surprised to find Paula Anderson hugging him tightly as Ted Anderson shook his hand.



Lady in Red Ch. 02



Half an hour later, Steve and Gwen pulled into the Anderson driveway. At least they pulled into the bottom of the drive, as it was full of cars. Gwen looked the cars over and turned to Steve.

"I'm so sorry. It looks like every relative and friend my family knows has decided to meet at our place. I think it may be to inspect you and maybe grill you as boyfriend material. I'm not saying you're my boyfriend or anything, but I know everyone inside will say it. I have to invite you in or they'd give me the devil, but you can leave if you want. I wouldn't blame you," admitted Gwen.

"For some reason, you don't seem to understand that I really enjoy your family. I'd be glad to meet all your family and friends. In fact, I want to meet them, if you're okay with it."

"Okay, but don't say that I didn't warn you. They'll talk like we're getting married next week and ask all kinds of embarrassing questions. The Inquisition was a walk in the park compared to an evening in our house when you're dating one of the Anderson girls," warned Gwen.

As Steve and Gwen reached the door, Gwen turned to Steve and leaned into him. Steve bent down to kiss Gwen when the door opened. 

"Oops!" gasped Kate as she quickly slammed the door shut again.

"Oh, no!" cried Gwen. "Could you see if anyone was looking at us?"

"It wasn't too bad," soothed Steve. "It looked like it was just your sisters, parents, Aunt Diane, and a few other people I don't know. All of them were looking at us. Other than that, I think we went unnoticed." 

The door slowly opened and Paula stuck her head out and grimaced. "Gwen, Kate is so sorry! She saw you coming up the drive and was so excited to see you and Steve. She thought you were going to walk right in, so she hurried to the door to welcome you. She wasn't trying to be cruel. She's just so excited she couldn't contain herself. Steve, will you please come in for awhile and meet everyone. It'll be fine. We were all young once."

With that, Paula swung the door open and gestured for Gwen and Steve to enter. Every person in the room was straining to keep a straight face, except Kate. She had a look of utter dread. Steve grabbed her and pulled her to him.

"What should I do with a little sister that tries to ruin my night? Are you ticklish? Maybe afraid of heights?" joked Steve as he gently tossed her into the air and caught her with no apparent effort. "I guess I'll just have to spank you then."

"That's supposed to be punishment?" laughed Kate. "Sis, I'm really sorry about opening the door on you. I wasn't thinking clearly. I should have known you'd want a little private time with Steve. That was unforgivable. Will you forgive me?"

"That sounds like a paradox, Kate. If something cannot be done, it follows that I cannot do it. So you're not off the hook," threatened Gwen. 

"Now that Kate's back on the floor, if not in her sister's good graces, we can show you two the videos of the evening's activities," offered Aunt Diane. "We can watch on the big screen. Ted hooked his laptop up to it so we can all watch it. Your classmate, Dave Kite, is doing an amazing job of catching things on video and posting to YouTube. "The Lady in Red" dance already has 120 views. We were just getting ready to watch it when you pulled in, walked up the drive, and for some unknown reason, stalled on the porch." 

Ted hit the "play" icon and Gwen was amazed at the sight on the screen. She and Steve were dancing in high definition on a 55 inch screen and it looked amazing. She realized what a great job Lisa had done with her hair and makeup. Gwen had been transformed her into a princess, a curvy princess with cleavage! When the camera focused on Steve, Kate let out a whimper and Paula sighed. He was simply amazing. No one could call him a pretty boy, but he looked great in a very masculine way. Once again the room was silent as the dance ended, until Kate called out for her dad to play it again.

After watching it several times, Ted played the video of Steve dancing with Mrs. Davis and everyone had a big laugh. When the video of Lisa and Steve dancing together ended, Kate once again told her father to play it over. Paula was wiping her eyes when the lights were turned back up.

"Steve, I was caught short this evening, much to my embarrassment. I'll write you a check to cover what it cost you for the dance with Lisa," offered Ted. "You really saved her. Paula was calling me every name in the book when that fat bastard, excuse my French, started up to the stage to claim his dance with Lisa."

"Sir, I'm sure that as a gentleman yourself, you'll reconsider what you just suggested. I didn't dance with Lisa to save her. Gwen simply indicated that she'd be fine with me winning the bid for the dance with Lisa. That's all it took. It was my great pleasure and honor to share that dance with Lisa. Please don't suggest otherwise," concluded Steve.

Suddenly, Lisa was back in his arms hugging him like her life depended on it. "Sis, I don't know how you found this guy, but I hope he's got a brother. He's a keeper!"

As Steve knew would eventually happen, the conversation turned to his family and background.

"Steve, did any of your family go to the dance tonight? I didn't see anyone that appeared to be related to you. Were your parents there?" asked Paula.

"My parents are deceased, Mrs. Anderson," responded Steve with as little emotion as he was able to show.

Gwen gave an audible gasp and moved to hug Steve as she admitted, "I've been so selfish, Steve. I should have shown more interest in your family situation. If your parents have passed on, where do you live, and with whom do you live?"

"My father's uncle has a small place downtown and I live with him. I turned 18 this summer, so I don't really need a legal guardian, except the school requires it for their records. He's kind of a recluse, but he welcomed me into his home and treats me well enough. He just refuses to go out unless he really must. I don't try to change him and he doesn't interfere with my comings and goings, so it works for us."

"Steve, I'm so sorry to hear about your parents. Would I be too insensitive if I asked how they died?" questioned Paula. "If it's too upsetting, you needn't go into it."

"It's okay. My mom died when I was 14 in a car accident. My father died almost a year ago. He was in the military and died in combat. We traveled a lot and I received most of my education in the schools in embassies and military basis around the world, along with some home schooling and private tutoring. I haven't attended a school in the states since I was nine. Going to high school here is quite exciting for me, although I worry about keeping up with kids like Gwen," admitted Steve.

"I've got a rather personal question, Steve," stated Gwen's father, Ted. "Can you actually afford all that money that you spent on the girls tonight?"

"I honestly can, Mr. Anderson. My parents had life insurance and a trust that went to me. I can't spend like that on every date, but it wasn't a problem for a special occasion like tonight," revealed Steve. "Thanks for the hospitality, everyone, but I should get going. There's nothing worse than company that overstays its welcome." 

Paula jumped to her feet and nudged Gwen, as Steve started for the door. "I'll walk you out," volunteered Gwen.

"And I'll keep the door closed!" promised Kate with a laugh.

Gwen was smiling as she pulled the door closed behind her. She stood with Steve on the front porch for a while before she spoke. "We're having a Labor Day pool party here Monday afternoon. Would you like to come, Steve? It's okay with my folks. In fact, Mom insisted that I invite you," confessed Gwen.

"How do you feel about it? Do you want me to come? Your mom is great, but if I come, it'll be mostly to see you," stated Steve frankly.

"You like to bring me out of my comfort zone all the time, don't you? Okay, then. I was trying to invite you without seeming all needy and desperate, so I used Mom as an excuse. I'm inviting you to the party because I want you to come. I want you to come to spend time with me. Is that direct enough?" asked a surprised Gwen as Steve stepped close and kissed her lips just as she finished speaking. 

"Should I take that as a "yes" then?" smiled Gwen as she looked into his grey eyes and saw his desire.

"Do I need to repeat it, Gwen? I will, if you're unclear about my response," promised Steve.

"You'd better not. I wouldn't be surprised if more than one set of eyes is trained on us at this minute. Please don't force my father to thrash you within an inch of your life. He will if he has to. You know that, right?" chuckled Gwen.

"Gwen, I will try to never give your dad cause to thrash me, although the temptation you create for me is tremendous. I'll see you Monday afternoon," promised Steve as he retreated down the driveway, and then added. "This was one of the best nights I've ever had."

Gwen opened the door and stepped back into the house. The women in the living room were looking at her with huge smiles pasted on their faces. 

"I'm going to bed now, everyone. I persuaded Steve to come to the Labor Day Party, Mom, so you can stop worrying about that," offered Gwen as she made her way to the stairs.

"You have some very remarkable powers of persuasion!" called Lisa, eliciting laughter from the other women present.

Steve had to park his car down the street because the Anderson driveway was filled to capacity. Kate greeted him with a hug as he walked up the driveway.

"I'm so glad you came, Steve. I've got a few girlfriends here, and I kind of told them we're real close since you're dating my sister. I'm not going to embarrass you or Sis, but it would be greatly appreciated if you'd act like you really liked me," begged Kate.

"Kate, I really do like you, but let's make this clear. I like you like the sister that I never had. I may start loving you like the sister I never had, but it's always going to be like a sister, okay?"

"Oh, Steve! You'll be my big brother? I never had one before, but I think I'm going to enjoy it a lot! That sounds perfect. I'll be sure to tell Sis that I'm not trying to steal you away. Thanks so much!" squealed Kate in delight as she led Steve around to the pool area behind the house.

"I think this guy is stalking me!" called Charlotte as she walked up to Steve and gave him a hug. "There's a lot of eye candy here today. Mark and Barry have been drooling since they arrived. Your girlfriend and her sisters could make a good man go bad, but I don't have to tell you that. You've already gone bad! The grape vine indicates that there are some disappointed cheerleaders trying to figure out where Gwen got that body, and how she found you first. Everyone always thought she was just a regular nerd that dressed conservatively to hide a plump figure. Boy! Were they wrong!"

Steve had been looking around, trying to find Gwen when she stepped out of the house with a six pack of soda and placed the cans in the cooler. Then she walked over by the corner of the pool area and looked out over the fence.

"She's looking for you, Steve. She didn't see you walk in with Kate. You should stroll over and tell her she can stop scanning the street." Charlotte laughed before she added quietly, "She's my best friend and a really great person, so don't take advantage or hurt her, okay? She's got it bad for you, and you're her first boyfriend." 

Steve slipped up behind Gwen as she surveyed the driveway, and as much of the street as she could see. 

"What are you looking for, Gwen? Maybe I can help you find it," offered Steve innocently.

Gwen whirled around and blushed fiercely as she recognized Steve. Then she slapped him lightly on the shoulder and smiled as she answered, "I was looking for Sam Briggs, if you must know, wise guy. I just can't get him out of my mind. Come on. Let me introduce you to all the girls. They've been asking every five minutes if you were really coming"

Steve and Gwen spent the next few minutes going around making introductions. Just as they completed that task, Kate ran up to Steve and insisted that he race her in the pool. She was wearing a fairly modest bikini, but it was evident that Kate was destined to be another statuesque Anderson sister.

"Okay, Kate. How many laps and how much of a head start do you want?" asked Steve. "Are there any rules and what does the winner get?"

"You sound pretty cocky!" observed Kate. "I've been swimming since I could walk. Gwen is the only one here that can beat me, and I'm getting closer to her every time we race. How about five laps? If I win, you have to be my partner in some chicken fights later on."

"Sounds good! Let's make it that the loser carries the winner in those chicken fights. We'll win as long as your legs hold out," teased Steve.

"Okay, we have a deal because I know that I won't lose. Everybody move back from the middle of the pool. Steve and I are racing five laps," declared Kate as she dove into the pool and began swimming furiously.

Calmly, Steve pulled his shirt off and watched Kate until she reached the far end and started back. Then he dove into the water while barely disturbing the surface. Gwen had been standing next to Steve as he pulled his shirt off. She only managed a brief glance before he joined the race with Kate, but what she had seen astounded her. 

"Good God!" explained Diane to Lisa and Paula. "Did you see that boy's body? He could model for Michelangelo! The way your tongues are hanging out, I'd say that you saw what I saw. You'd better get Gwen on the pill, if she isn't already, Paula. Just looking at the boy gets me hot. Look at Kate's friends. They're speechless."

Steve never broke the surface until he hit the far end and kicked to start his return. He seemed to expend very little effort but he was moving extremely fast. He was halfway back as Kate made her turn. By the time Kate reached the far side again, Steve was a mere five yards behind her. They were neck and neck the rest of the race. On the final lap, Kate pulled ahead to touch the pool deck just before Steve.

Kate climbed up the ladder and exited the pool laughing as she called back to Steve, "I won! I wooo...."

Kate stood watching Steve climb up the ladder and step out of the pool. Water streamed down his torso and his muscles glistened in the bright sunlight. The act of climbing the ladder had flexed Steve's upper body and arms. Chiseled didn't begin to describe his chest and abs. The silence became obvious and Steve began to feel self conscious.

That was when Charlotte launched herself at Steve. She jumped into his arms as he stood near the top of the ladder. As they tumbled backward into the pool, Charlotte yelled, "He's mine. All mine!" before they dropped below the surface of the pool.

Soon they both came to the surface with Charlotte still clinging to Steve. Steve walked to the shallow end and carried Charlotte up to the deck and gently placed her on a chair. As he released her, Charlotte made a swooning sound and pretended to pass out.

By this time, everyone has laughing heartily. Gwen walked over to her friend and felt her pulse. Then she turned to the group and cried," Someone dial 911! This poor girl is all twitter-pated!"

Charlotte's clowning around had succeeded in relaxing Steve and gave everyone time to recover, at least until Gwen took off her cover up a few minutes later. Steve had asked if she wanted to go for a swim and she agreed. She slowly pulled an oversized shirt over her head to reveal her amazing curves. This time all the males at the pool began drooling.

"My God!" exclaimed Diane again. "Can you imagine how beautiful their kids would be? Look at those two standing there. I've never seen anything like either of them. Together, they're incredible!"

Steve had been watching Gwen as she pulled off her shirt to reveal a bright red bikini that covered all of the important areas. He wasn't prepared for the amazing figure that Gwen displayed. Her breasts were larger than he had expected and stood high on her chest. Her stomach muscles rippled as she pulled the shirt over her ponytail. At five foot ten, her legs were long and toned. Steve stared, much like all the other boys at the pool.

"Is something wrong, Steve?" asked a worried Gwen. "Is something showing that shouldn't be? Am I too fat?" 

Shaking off his momentary stupor, Steve quickly grabbed Gwen and easily tossed her into the pool. Then he jumped in after her. It was several seconds before they broke the surface next to each other. Gwen had her hands on Steve's shoulders as she shook her hair and laughed.

"Mom, Gwen has it bad, but so does Steve," Lisa whispered so only her mother and aunt could hear. "And I can't blame her. Look at them. I've never seen a better looking couple, not even in the movies. Gwen always raves about my looks, but she's drop dead gorgeous and doesn't even realize it, but Steve does. He knew it even when she was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and jeans at the mall. He saw it before we did. This is going to be a romance for the ages!"

Gwen had never been so nervous about the first day of school. She took a seat next to Charlotte and waited for attendance to be taken. The homeroom teacher, Ms. Angela Walker, looked over the room as she waited for quiet, and then she began. 

"Thomas Acker?" was the first name on her list. She glanced at him when he signaled that he was present. "Gwen Anderson, also known as "The Lady in Red"? You seem to be living a double life. By day, you're a meek, mild mannered straight A student, and by night a ravishing enchantress. I saw that video on YouTube, Gwen. I was very impressed. You both are very good dancers. I thought I was going to have your new friend in my homeroom, but it appears not. Perhaps the principal decided ...."

"I apologize for being late, Ms. Walker. I had to pick up some paperwork at the office. I have a written excuse from the principal," offered Steve as he burst into the room. "I'm...."

"I know very well who you are, Mr. Hammer. Your fame precedes you. So, I'm going to have the pleasure of Gwen Anderson and Steven Hammer in my homeroom this year, after all? In all honesty, I'm looking forward to this year. I've been a teacher here for twenty years now, and somehow I think this'll be a very remarkable year. We even have our self appointed class videographer in this room, don't we, Dave Kite?"

Steve had taken an empty seat as Ms. Walker spoke to Dave Kite. Out of curiosity, he turned to see what the fellow looked like. Steve was surprised to see that he recognized the kid. He had been at the pool party at the Andersons! Steve made a mental note to pay more attention to boy's names when he was introduced to them.

"Yes, Ms. Walker. I'm really glad to be in this homeroom. I try to keep my camera close at hand. This morning, I got around to posting some video that'll probably get even more views than the "Lady in Red" dance video. Thanks to a pool party the other day with our "Lady in Red" and her new boyfriend. I've posted a disclaimer on my YouTube and FaceBook pages. I'll make it available to everyone in the school. It states that anyone the may opt out of being in any photos and/or videos I post on the web. If people don't opt out, it'll mean that they're in. I don't know how legal it is, but I'm doing it. After all, I'm just a kid."

"Since there's just a half day of school today, and since I'm the senior class advisor, I'm asking all seniors that are able, to remain after school for a short meeting. I especially want you, Dave, as well as Gwen and Steve. I have a feeling this will be a year like no other," added Ms. Walker. 

Gwen had debated whether to dress in her usual style, or rather lack of style, or to attempt to be more fashionable now that she had a boy interested in her. In the end, she had decided that Steve first met her dressed down at the mall so he shouldn't be surprised or disappointed by the way she looked. If he didn't like her as she was, then he should find someone else to date!




Lady in Red Ch. 02



For his part, Steve wasted no time catching up to Gwen as they left homeroom for their English class. Gwen felt a tingle of pride to have Steve walk her down the halls where the other students could see for themselves that the star quarterback was, indeed, walking with the class "braniac".

Steve took a seat directly behind Gwen, who sat in the front row. Charlotte sat across from her in another front seat. Mark, Bev, and Barry came in together and sat nearby. Steve saw a very attractive, petite blonde girl enter and look around at the gathered students. 

"You're Steve Hammer? Did you receive the required reading list for this class? If so, did you have time to read all four novels? Will you require any extra time to complete the assignment," quizzed the pretty girl.

"I'm on the last chapter of the fourth novel. I'll have them all read by tomorrow morning. Thanks for asking," replied Steve politely, but with some confusion. "How about you? Did you read all of them, or will you need more time?"

The entire class broke into laughter as the petite blonde cracked a huge smile. "I'm sorry, Steve. I should have introduced myself. I'm your instructor, Ashley Summers. I had everyone else in this room in my English class last year, so I know them all, and they know me. You're not the first person to mistake me for a student. I think you'll enjoy this class, but probably not as much as you enjoyed last Saturday night. I saw the video, probably about twelve times. It was remarkable. We have some real talent in this class."

The rest of the morning was a blur for Steve. He had to leave Gwen after English class to go to his math class. Gwen's schedule called for History in the room they had just used, so she remained behind as he wandered into the hall. His hesitation prompted Charlotte to offer her help, which Steve gratefully accepted.

"I hope you realize that I'm risking my reputation for you, Steve. Half the school thinks I must be a dyke because I'm thin, smart, sarcastic, and have never been seen with a boy. The latter is not by choice, I might add. I'm afraid I like boys better than they like me. I don't have Gwen's figure. In fact, I never knew that Gwen had Gwen's figure! Anyway, I'm not a dyke, so don't believe anyone that tells you differently, okay?"

"I know better than to believe crap like that. I won't listen to anyone bad talking one of my friends, Charlotte. I value loyalty in others and try to be loyal to my friends in return. You're an attractive girl, so why no dates? Think guys are intimidated by your brains?" asked Steve as they walked through the halls.

"Hey, Steve! Don't tell me that you're hanging with that scarecrow now," joked Billy Marsh, the football team's center. 

Billy was a big, likable kid that carried more than a few extra pounds. Steve and he had become friendly over the weeks they had practiced together on the team. Steve worked to conceal his irritation at Billy's insensitive remarks.

"Billy, my class room is here. Charlotte was kind enough to show me how to get here and I appreciate her help. To answer you're surprisingly cruel comment, I'm going to be hanging with Charlotte quite a bit. Is that a problem? I happen to think she's a very bright, friendly, nice girl. I want you to walk with her to her next class and use that time to apologize for being such an ass. I'll be seeing her at the class meeting later today and if she gives me anything but a glowing report about how contrite you were, I'll be doing a prostate exam for you every time you snap the ball to me," threatened Steve quietly as he stopped by his classroom door. "Show some pride, for God's sake, and treat the lady with respect." 

Charlotte was amazed to see Billy Marsh blush at Steve's remarks and even more surprised when he hurried to catch her as she walked toward her classroom. 

"Charlotte, I was being a jerk. I know I was and I'm sorry. I'm not good at talking to girls the way Steve is, so I try to make a joke of everything. I'm just not smooth with pretty girls like you. I really didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I wish I was more like you instead of a ball of lard like I am," revealed Billy.

Charlotte stopped in her tracks and turned to Billy. "Did you just call me pretty, Billy? We've been in the same class for twelve years and you've never said a single nice thing to me, even after I helped you pass that biology test two years ago. I thought you hated me, or thought I was gay or something."

"Naw, I know you're not gay. I was just too shy to say anything that might let you know that I liked you," confessed Billy.

"But why would I ever think that you liked me? You've never done anything but call me names, like scarecrow. Believe me, that isn't the way to get a girl to like you."

"That's why. If you knew that I really liked you, you'd laugh at me. Heck, you've called me "fat boy" all through high school. I know girls don't go for guys like me, so I pretend that I don't care. If I asked you on a date, you'd tell everybody what a lame clown I was, so I settle for our little name calling battles. I'm really sorry for being such a jerk to you Charlotte. A nice girl like you deserves a lot better," added Billy as he turned into his classroom, leaving Charlotte to her confusion.

Steve's third class was quite far from his math classroom, so he asked a random guy if he could direct him to it.

"I'm in that class. I'll walk you there," interrupted an attractive red headed girl that had been standing nearby. "I'm Rachel Burdick. I saw the football game Friday and you were amazing, Steve! You're so tall and strong. Everyone thought we'd never win a game this year until they saw you play. Now we might win the league."

The red head was still talking to Steve when they reached the physics classroom and walked in together. Gwen had been turned in her seat so she could chat with her friend Mark when she saw Steve and Rachel walk through the doorway laughing.

"Hey, Gwen! I guess you must know Rachel. She's in my math class and this physics class, too. Rachel, you know Gwen, don't you?" asked a clueless Steve as he wandered into the room and took a seat near Gwen. 

"Hello, Gwen. I was just telling Steve how pleased I am that he's going to our school. The football team looks way better this year and he's the biggest reason why," gushed Rachel.

"I feel the same way, Rachel, and told him so Saturday night while we were dancing," replied Gwen with a fake smile. "He's very modest and a bit naïve at times, but he sure can dance, as well as play football."

"You were dancing with Steve Saturday night? I went away with my family Saturday morning and got back late last night. I guess I missed more than I realized," reasoned Rachel.

"Not a problem," chirped in Charlotte. "Just search YouTube for Dave Kite's page. To be more specific, search for "Lady in Red". I just did that very thing. The dance is on there, along with Steve tossing Gwen in the swimming pool yesterday. Both videos have a lot of hits, but the swim suit issue appears to be headed for immortality. You really should watch both videos!" 

Gwen flashed her friend a smile as she considered the situation. Rachel was a beautiful red head with a great figure and she dressed to show it off. Steve had to have noticed. Was this the beginning of the end? Could she keep Steve's interest with so many beautiful girls trying to reel him in? Relationships weren't easy!

It was just before one PM when Ms. Walker called the class to attention. "As you all know, I'm your class advisor. I won't take too much of your time. I just want to cover the basics this afternoon. Every year, the senior class picks a project and raises money for it. At graduation, the school board and principal will dedicate the project and place a plaque with the class year on it for recognition. Last year the seniors bought a new score board for the football field.

"I'm not here to dismiss their efforts, but at the time it struck me as a bit shallow. Can't we come up with some cause better than a scoreboard, or a few new computers? Then it came to me as I was reading over the list of students in this year's senior class. I'm going way out on a limb with this, but we'll either set this place on its ear, or we'll go up in flames. I want to raise money for the hospital, and I'm not talking about a heart monitor or a few stethoscopes. I want this class to start a fund to expand the hospital!"

"Ms. Walker! That would take hundreds of thousands of dollars, at least!" protested Ed Miller, the class president. "The most any class has ever raised is about four grand. That wouldn't be enough to pay an architect to draw up the plans."

"You're quite correct, Ed. We can't raise enough, so why try? Maybe we can buy the baseball team new uniforms. That would be nice, wouldn't it? That's the suggestion I found in my mailbox this morning. You kids decide. Would you like to start something that would make a real difference to this community, or work to help some sports team feel better dressed?"

"Ms. Walker, I'm for your idea 100%," declared a surprisingly assertive Charlotte. "I want to be a doctor and the hospital we have here is way too small. They have trouble recruiting good staff because they have so few beds. Doctors have to split their time between here and Benson General in the next county. I think we should start a fund, and be the first donors, for a children's wing. That's what the area really needs! That's how we can do the most good for this community!"

It was off to the races after that. Some students felt it would require far too much time, money and effort, but the idea took root and grew. By the end of the meeting, each student pledged to do as much as they could for whatever fund raisers they attempted. Even if the money were left in a fund of some sort that was earmarked for a children's wing, it would be a start and others may be encouraged to contribute over time.

"There's just one more thing, and then I'll let you go. I told you that I had the idea while reading the names of those in this year's senior class. The name that caused me to dare this folly was yours, Gwen. You practically have a lock on valedictorian. You want to be a surgeon. And lately, you've been garnering a great deal of publicity, all of it good, by the way. You're limited only by what you can imagine. I want you to be the chairperson for this year long fund raising project, and the sky is the limit. Work with Dave Kite, or at least be sure he is aware of your schedule and plans. He's done a marvelous job of developing a web presence for us. Let's use it to our marketing advantage. We'll try anything if it isn't illegal, or obviously immoral. This class will the very best this school has ever had!" predicted Ms. Walker to the enthusiastic seniors. 

Steve congratulated Gwen as everyone filed out of the auditorium. He then turned and headed for the locker room to prepare for football practice. Gwen and Charlotte walked together to Gwen's car.

"Thanks for helping set that red headed witch straight about Steve," began Gwen as they walked. "It isn't easy trying to live up to what I need to be to keep him interested in me. There's a lot of very good competition walking those halls and I feel like they're all after him."

"Let me tell you a few things, Gwen. They are after him! The girls are going to be careful what they say in front of you, but they're all setting their sights on your boyfriend. But," added Charlotte before Gwen could voice her displeasure, "you've got nothing to worry about. I've been getting to know Steve better and he's big on honesty and loyalty. He's also mesmerized by "The Lady in Red". Did you see the video of you and Steve at the pool yet?"

"I didn't even realize that Dave had his video camera with him," admitted Gwen. "It sounds like we'll have to assume that everything we do is going to be on YouTube and conduct ourselves accordingly. What video did he post of the pool party? Did I look fat?"

"I've told you before that I'm not going to spend all my time trying to build up your self esteem," chided Charlotte. "If you thought the dance looked great on YouTube, wait until you watch Steve and you in swimsuits. 'Hot' is the word that comes to mind."

The first week of school, two and half days actually, sped by for Steve, He was determined to do as well as possible in his school work, excel at football, and keep Gwen interested in him. He found that the girls in his classes were overly friendly. Most flirted shamelessly and a few were even more direct. On one level, it was amusing. Steve knew that being the team quarterback as well as the new kid in school made him a target for the more romantically inclined. He also knew it would fade with time. After all, he was just another senior in a class of almost three hundred. The novelty would wear off before long. On another level, Steve found the attention distracting and annoying. He had his sights set on Gwen and didn't need any rumors or stories getting started. He struggled to be patient, polite, and firm when dealing with the girls. They just didn't interest him.

For her part, Gwen was quite busy. She always spent time studying, but now she had the responsibility of the fund raising chairperson, and she had no idea how to proceed. She spent time searching the internet, as well as consulting fellow students and teachers. Ms. Walker's goal was to raise a substantial sum to put toward a new wing at the hospital, but how much would be enough, and how would they raise it? Most senior classes were lucky to donate a couple thousand dollars when they graduate. Added to all of that was her burgeoning romance. Steve was always considerate, but the groupies that he managed to attract were getting to Gwen. Some extremely attractive girls were quite obviously vying for his attention. 

Friday night's game was at home, against Oxford High. They had lost the first game of the season by twenty points and Sparta anticipated little problem defeating them. Steve sat the bench for the last quarter of the game after building a 52-12 lead. The final score was 52-26 as the Sparta coach emptied the bench part way through the last quarter. Gwen, Kate, Paula, and Ted all enjoyed the game as well as the attention they received from friends and neighbors. They had always been popular in their home town, but it seemed as if everyone knew that Gwen and Steve were an item. It mostly increased the warmth of the greetings they received. Lisa had returned to college for her junior year, so she did not attend with the family.

"Gwen, it looks like your boyfriend is going to shatter all the passing records at Sparta by midseason," observed Ralph Smith as they filed out of the stands. "He's good enough that a lot of colleges will be taking a long look at granting him a scholarship. I don't know if schools like Stanford will be interested, or not. They play with the big boys for the national championship. Still, he could land a scholarship to a state school and have a free ride in college."

"Mr. Smith, I haven't talked to Steve about colleges, but believe me, Stanford would be foolish to think he can't play with the "big boys" next year," replied Gwen with some emotion. "He'll be able to pick and choose schools by the end of the season. You can take that to your bank!" 

Ralph Smith and Ted Anderson exchanged glances with each other at Gwen's strong support of Steve. Paula just patted Gwen's back and smiled to herself. Her daughter was growing up.

The school gym was the setting for the after game dance. Gwen met up with Charlotte and Bev and went inside. Gwen knew that Steve wouldn't be there for another fifteen minutes or so. To her surprise, boys started asking her to dance as soon as the music started. The dances were fast ones and she knew the boys, so she joined them on the floor. She couldn't help think about dances that she had attended in the past where she sat and wished some boy would ask her for a dance. Being taller than many of the boys had always made Gwen self conscious, but since she had been with Steve, she paid less attention to it. Gwen realized that the reason for that was that she used to be looking at dance partners as possible boyfriend material. Now that she had that item taken care of, the height of her dance partners really didn't matter very much. Steve was at least five inches taller than she was.

During a lull in the activities, Gwen was approached by Ms. Walker. "I was wondering, Gwen, if you would be willing to dance to "The Lady in Red" with Steve this evening? Dave Kite just told me that his YouTube videos of you and Steve have so many hits that Google has contacted him for permission to advertise. Dave has promised to donate all proceeds to our senior class building fund. It won't be much right now, but I've a hunch that you and Steve will achieve great things and the more exposure you receive, the better it'll be for the fund. I know this will sound strange, but would it be possible for you to wear red as often as possible? I think it'll help marketing the two of you on the web. "Lady in Red" will become synonymous with Gwen Anderson, dancer, scholar, swim suit model, and who knows what else by the end of the year!"

"Sure, as far as the dance is concerned, Ms. Walker. I'm not all dressed up tonight so it won't be a glamorous video or anything. As far as wearing more red, I'll talk to Mom about it. Once I explain your idea, she'll probably go along with it. She wanted me to get a flashier wardrobe anyway. I'm just not certain that I'll provoke that much interest. I never have before. I think it's Steve that draws the attention. As long as I'm with him, I look better than usual," confessed Gwen. "The rest of the time, I'm rather nondescript."

"That has always been your perception, Gwen, but not everyone else's," assured Ms. Walker. "You have a presence like I've never seen before. Steve radiates it. When you two are together, sparks fly, and people notice. I'm simply trying to take advantage of the heat you two generate, not to sound too metaphorical."

So it was that when Steve made his way across the floor to Gwen, Ms. Walker insisted the DJ play "Lady in Red" for them. She had called the DJ the previous evening to be sure he would have that song with him. By the time Steve and Gwen finished the dance, tears were showing on many teenage girls' cheeks. Ms. Walker smiled as she looked around the gym. 

Sparta won its next two games against quality competition. Steve Hammer was becoming known as a passing quarterback like few high schools had ever seen. His height, strength, and calm demeanor allowed him the time and ability to find his targets downfield. At the half time of the first home game in October, Gwen was crowned homecoming queen and he was the king. The gym was packed to the rafters that evening when Steve and Gwen danced to "Lady in Red". Of course, Gwen wore a beautiful red gown and the video was quickly viewed by hundreds. 

The local TV station had a small satellite office in Sparta, as well as a young reporter, Amber Stahl, stationed there. As the team became known as a football power, Amber found herself assigned to the team's home games, mostly so she could send the station some video highlights of the team's play. It was the night of the homecoming that she first heard about "The Lady in Red". She had been standing on the sidelines watching the crowning of the homecoming queen and decided to video the ceremony in case the station would like some human interest shots. That's when she overheard a conversation.

"Gwen sure does clean up good, doesn't she, Ralph? I hear she and Steve are performing their "Lady in Red" dance again tonight at the homecoming dance. I've watched the first one a couple dozen times already and I'll be watching tonight's dance tomorrow. Dave Kite will probably have the coronation on YouTube before we get home. These are some good kids in Tyler's class."




Lady in Red Ch. 02



Amber Stahl, with the zeal of a young reporter, smelled a story and decided to hang around after the game. If she was noticed videoing the first dance by the homecoming queen and king, it wasn't mentioned. Half the crowd had their phone cameras pointed at the couple. She just had time to get her report back to the station in the state capital before the eleven o'clock news. It was a slow news night and the lady sports director quickly scanned the video to glean the highlights. Her curiosity aroused, she played more slowly the highlights that interested her. Then she called the news director over to view the video from Sparta. 

"Ms. Walker, my YouTube videos had a real shot in the arm Friday night," revealed Dave Kite as he took his seat in homeroom. "Channel 4 carried highlights of our win over Crawford, the crowning of our homecoming Queen and King, and at least fifteen seconds of their first dance of the evening. Somehow they found out about our class YouTube account and mentioned it. The hits are around ten thousand, with the top one still being the swim suit edition. The senior class is actually getting some cash into its building fund, but a few videos and some car washes and bake sales haven't exactly put us over the top." 

"I never said that it would be easy, Dave," responded Ms. Walker. "We are gaining momentum, thanks in large part to your efforts with the internet. We have to keep marketing every good deed, every accomplishment, and every newsworthy action by any senior. Then we'll start hitting the local businesses for contributions, or even marketing deals."

Gwen heard Dave Kite's observation that the building fund was pretty much floundering and decided she had to be more proactive to raise monies. "Charlotte, after school today we're going to stop in at some businesses. We have to make them aware of our goals and try to get them to consider helping us in some way, preferably with cash. I think we'll stop at the bank first and talk to Tyler's dad. He should be willing to help since his son is a senior."

"So that's what we're trying to do, Mr. Smith," finished Charlotte as she and Gwen sat back to listen to Tyler's dad express his opinion.

"Tyler mentioned all this to me a few weeks ago. It's a very ambitious endeavor. Building wings on hospitals is extremely expensive. The big thing that you have going for you is that everyone in town would like a bigger, better hospital. I'd love to help, but I have to be conservative with how I spend the stockholders money," worried Ralph Smith. "We're only allowed so much for advertising and that's pretty well spent for the year. We'll have to determine some way that the bank can obviously profit by the publicity. I'll mull it over a few days and get back to you two. I have to admit that I'm very impressed with the professional manner you two ladies presented yourselves, as well as your goals. I know you both have plans to become doctors, but if that doesn't work out for some reason, look me up. I can always use smart young ladies in the bank."

The next stop for Gwen and Charlotte was the Ford dealership next door to the bank. "That's our goal, Mr. Governs," stated Gwen as she wrapped up their presentation. "Do you think Governs Ford would be interested in helping us in some way?"

"Gwen, I've asked you to call me Mort," responded the young businessman while ignoring Charlotte. "I wouldn't be surprised if we could think of a few possible ways to help your project. Let me pick you up tomorrow evening and we can discuss it over dinner."

Charlotte barely concealed her shock as she listened to Mort Governs ask Gwen out to dinner. He had to know about Steve! He was at the dance. Heck, he was the guy Steve outbid for the dance with Gwen that pretty much created the whole "Lady in Red" phenomena. She waited for Gwen to set the guy straight.

Gwen kept a poker face when Mort Governs asked her out to dinner. She felt stressed about chairing a successful fund raising committee. She saw Mort as an up and coming businessman and Gwen thought he could benefit the project greatly. A simple dinner to work out a strategy wouldn't hurt.

"Okay, Mr. Gov....I mean Mort. I'll be ready at six. I can't stay out too late since I have school the next day. We should be able to formulate a workable plan. Thanks, and I'll see you tomorrow at six," smiled Gwen as she stood to leave Mort's office.

"What the hell are you thinking, Gwen? That guy wants to get into your panties. He's twenty five or six! He's been around the block. I've heard rumors that he's quite the ladies' man. I know you've heard them, too. What about Steve?"demanded Charlotte as they climbed into Gwen's car.

"This is just a dinner meeting. Steve doesn't even have to know about it; at least not until we start getting some decent sized donations to our building fund. He'll be proud of me for being so resourceful. Besides, he trusts me, which sounds like more than you do. I'm not going to sleep with the guy or anything. He's a successful business man and I'm networking. That's all."

"For your sake, I hope that's all, Gwen. I don't think that you'll get anything from Mort until you give him something in return, and this project isn't worth it," reasoned Charlotte. "Things are going so well right now. Don't screw it up!"

That same afternoon, Steve ran into Dave Kite on his way to football practice. "Steve, I received an email today to the YouTube account. It was from an Amber O'Leary and she asked for your phone number and/or email address. I don't give that stuff away, so I told her that I'd give her email address to you. To that end, here's her email. Do with it what you will."

After practice, Steve sent an email message from his phone. A short while later, his phone rang. "Steve! It's me, Amber,... Amber O'Leary. I've been visiting my parents here in Monroe and saw you on television Saturday night. I had no idea you were even in this state, let alone so close. I've got some business down that way and I was wondering if we could meet for dinner tomorrow night, my treat."

"I'd be glad to see you, Amber, but I'll buy dinner. It's the gentlemanly thing to do," laughed Steve. "There's a nice Italian restaurant just off exit 58 on I-37 called Dominick's. I'll meet you there at six."

"Steve, you've got a date, but bring your "Lady in Red" anyway. I knew you'd land on your feet, but wow! That girl's a beauty by any standards. I want to tell her all about her boyfriend!" giggled Amber.

"And that's exactly why I won't be bringing her, Amber. She doesn't know anything about that part of my life and I'm not sure how she'll take it. I'm hoping to break it to her gently, not have a gorgeous red head blurt it all out at once. I don't think she needs to learn my story from a beautiful woman," stated Steve. "I'll see you tomorrow at six." 

"So you think I'm beautiful? Thanks, Steve! You sure know how to butter a girl up," cooed Amber. "See you tomorrow at six!"

"Sis! I can't believe this!" groaned Kate as she watched her sister putting on her makeup. "You've got the guy every girl wants and you're risking it for this daddy's boy? What happens when Steve finds out? I hope this guy seems worth it to you, but I can't see how he can be. Steve is the best guy ever!"

"Kate, there's no reason for Steve to find out, unless you or Mom tell him. This is a business dinner. We're discussing ways Mort can help the senior class raise money. That's my job as the chairperson of the project," insisted Gwen. "Don't make such a big deal out of it."

"Don't make a big deal out of it?" repeated the stunned Kate. "You're not the only one that can suffer here. What if Steve doesn't want to have me around anymore when he breaks up with you? I like having the team quarterback and school hunk treating me like something special, even if it's only because he's dating my sister."

"We won't break up, so don't worry about it. But if we do, it sounds like you'll be first in line to catch him on the rebound. Maybe he'd settle for the younger sister. You're beautiful and he already knows your family," laughed Gwen. "Dad won't have to give him "the talk" again."

"Sis, that's not funny! If Steve dumps your cheating ass, I'll be all over him, and I'll treat him right! That is if he'd have me." Kate retorted hotly.

Paula Anderson was torn. She really liked Steve. She even harbored her own secret fantasies after seeing Steve in swim trunks at the pool party. He had transformed Gwen from an almost reclusive scholar into a confident, lovely young woman. Paula knew that Steve wasn't responsible for Gwen's beauty or ability, but rather the confidence to show the world some of the many things of which she was capable. 

On the other hand, Mort Governs was educated and financially secure in a very good position in his family business. Most parents would be quite pleased to have their daughter dating such a fine young man. Paula held no illusions that Gwen was going on a business dinner. Mort was a red blooded male and Gwen was enough to make any man's blood race. Gwen needed more experience in relationships and one of the best ways to gain that experience was to date more than one man. Still, Paula felt dread for her daughter, but knew that the decision was Gwen's to make and that she could not interfere.

When Mort arrived at the Anderson house, he sat in his car in the driveway, hoping that Gwen would simply walk outside and get into his car. He wasn't anxious to chat with Gwen's parents. He remembered Ted from the two dates he had with Lisa several years ago. When Gwen didn't appear, Mort took a deep breath and walked to the front door and rang the bell. It was immediately opened by Gwen's younger sister.

"Come in, Mr. Governs," invited Kate politely. "Gwen will be ready in a minute or two."

"Thank you," replied Mort in his most gracious manner. "You're another beautiful Anderson sister. I'm trying to recall your name. Was it Kathy?"

"Actually, it's Kate. Gwen tells me that you may have some ideas on the class fund raising project?" stated Kate with a questioning inflection.

"That's what we're going to discuss this evening, Kate. I think I may be able to help her efforts to raise money. I own a very successful dealership and we sponsor a lot of worthy causes."

"Here comes my Dad, Mr. Governs. He probably has a few things to say to you. It was nice meeting you," added Kate more politely than she felt. 

"Hello, Mort. You remember me? We met when you dated my oldest daughter, Lisa. I sort have developed a short speech I like to give young men that date my daughters. It helps clear the air and avoid any misunderstandings," asserted Ted. "Do not use alcohol or drugs at any time in my daughter's presence. Always drive and conduct yourself in a responsible manner or I will not allow my daughter to go out with you. Treat her with respect at all times."

Gwen and Paula were putting the finishing touches on Gwen's hair when they heard Ted give his spiel. They looked at each other and smiled as they listened to Ted recite his rules. Gwen had far less concern than the first time she heard her dad give his little talk. Mort would understand that her dad was a little overprotective. 

"We're just going on a dinner meeting, Ted. Don't get all bent out of shape," replied a surprised Mort. "I'm not some high school kid you have to lecture. I think Gwen's quite capable of deciding who she wants to go out with, so just chill." 

"I realize that you're a bit older and worldlier than most high school boys, Mort. That's exactly why I'm telling you that drugs and alcohol are not an option and Gwen is to be treated with respect. This is not a request. It's a condition of Gwen being allowed to go out with you," retorted Ted with some heat.

"I'm ready!" announced Gwen as she hurried down the stairs in an attempt to diffuse the building hostilities. "I'll be home early, Dad. Don't worry!"

Gwen grabbed Mort's hand and quickly led him out the door. As he started his car, Mort turned to Gwen and expressed his annoyance at her father's words. "What the hell's up with your father? He must be used to fuzzy faced boys taking you out. You just don't speak that way to a man, and certainly not to me!"

"Let's not let it spoil the evening, Mort," soothed Gwen as she inwardly seethed at his harsh words for her father. "We'll have a nice dinner and try to brainstorm while we eat. Dad is just protective of his girls. Don't let it worry you."

Gwen and Mort were seated at a table with a great view of the distant mountains. They had just ordered appetizers when Gwen saw a strikingly beautiful woman enter the restaurant. The maître d quickly led her past them to a small table in the corner. Gwen was stunned to see her greeted by Steve Hammer as he moved out from the corner to welcome the red headed beauty. They shared a very long and tight hug before the girl reached up and kissed Steve's cheek. The two took their seats and immediately engaged in what appeared to be an intimate conversation.

Gwen was hard pressed to determine which emotion had greater control of her feelings. She felt the pain of intense jealousy, along with overwhelming guilt. Steve was dining with a beautiful woman! Was she a lover? She looked several years older than Steve, but older women could easily be interested in a man like Steve. Then there was the concern that Steve may have recognized that Gwen as she sat with Mort! How could this happen? How should she proceed? Mort had watched the beautiful red head until she passed behind him. He never saw Steve greet her. Gwen decided that she needed to cut her loses and leave quickly.

"Mort, I just remembered that I'm allergic to garlic. I can't eat here. Can we go someplace else? Just the smell can trigger it. I'll wait outside!" promised Gwen as she turned and quickly exited the restaurant. 

Ten minutes later, Mort and Gwen were seated at a steak house. "I'm sorry about the garlic thing, Gwen. I had no idea you had that condition. I hope this place is okay," worried Mort.

"This is fine, Mort. I should have mentioned it to you. When we went into that restaurant, I thought I'd be able to fight off any adverse effects, but I quickly realized that it was getting to me. But, enough about that. Can you give me any ideas about how you could help the seniors raise substantial sums of money?" quizzed Gwen.

"I thought of a couple of ideas. It's too cold this time of year, obviously, but I was thinking that you and some of your better built girlfriends could do several weekend car washes in our lot when the weather improved," suggested Steve. "Or we could get a group of the better looking girls in your class and have a benefit where we auction off the girls for an evening of dances. That would give guys the chance to spend some quality time with the girls and maybe get lucky later on. I have quite a few friends that would participate gladly."

Gwen almost spit her Pepsi out when she heard Mort's brilliant ideas. Too late, she realized that Mort wasn't really going to be any real help to her. Charlotte was right in her opinion of Mort.

"Those are a couple of good ideas, Mort," lied Gwen. "I'll have to bring it up with the other girls and let you know what we decide."

By the time they had finished dinner; Mort had consumed four beers and was becoming increasingly obnoxious. Gwen decided to chalk the evening up to experience, and to never have anything to do with Mort Governs again. 

Gwen was preoccupied thinking about Steve and the mysterious red head as Mort drove her home. It wasn't until he stopped the car in a dark, secluded area that she became aware of her surroundings.

"What are we doing here, Mort? I thought you were taking me home," stated Gwen. "Please start the car and take me home now."

"Now Gwen, you didn't think that I usually drive a big car like this all the time, did you? This is my "love machine". Doesn't that big back seat just call to you?" asked Mort as he quickly leaned over the console and began kissing Gwen. 

Gwen was stunned for a few seconds before she reacted. As she attempted to push Mort back, he slipped a hand down her blouse and inside her bra! He squeezed her nipple as he took advantage of Gwen's total surprise. Gwen overcame her initial shock and shoved Mort back hard, so hard that his head bounced off the window.

"What the fuck!" bellowed Mort as he shook his head and started for Gwen again. "All I was doing was playing with those big tits of yours. There's no reason to get rough, or do you like it that way? By the time I get done with your tits, they'll know I've had them, by God! I don't waste time on cock teasers!"



Lady in Red Ch. 03



Gwen knew real fear as she looked at Mort's face and heard his intentions. She threw her door open and ran into the woods. She heard Mort curse and then the engine started. Headlights lit up the forest, forcing Gwen to flee farther into the night. She remained quiet until she was certain that she heard Mort drive away. She had the presence of mind to listen carefully so that she could determine the direction of the nearest highway. Gwen had her phone, but until she could establish her location, calling someone for help would only create unneeded worry for her family.

Not one to whine, Gwen began walking in the general direction of the highway. Half an hour later, Gwen found herself on a county road. Having grown up in the area, she only had to walk a half mile or so along the road before she was able to identify her location. With a sigh, she used the speed dial on her phone.

"Charlotte, I need you to pick me up. I'm stranded on Henderson Road, about halfway between the river and the farmer's market. I'll explain it to you when you get here. Just hurry, please," implored Gwen, as she drew her jacket tighter. "Go slow and I'll step onto the side of the road when you get close."

In a surprisingly short time, Gwen saw Charlotte's lights as she drove down the now abandoned highway. As Charlotte approached, Gwen stepped from the darkness and waved. The car pulled to a stop next to her and Gwen opened the passenger door.

"Thanks, Char... ," began Gwen until she recognized the driver. "Steve! What're you doing here?"

"Charlotte called and said you had a problem. She seemed to think that I could handle it better than she could. What happened, Gwen? Why are you walking on this deserted stretch of road? What happened to your blouse? It's ripped!" observed Steve with eyes blazing. "Gwen, tell me what's happened. Did someone do this to you?"

"Take me home, please. I don't have to answer your questions. If you can't respect that, I'll get back out and call someone else," retorted Gwen hotly. "I'm not going to answer any questions, but to be fair, I won't ask any either. That should make you happy!"

Gwen realized that she had to look a mess. Her walk through the woods in the dark had disheveled her and Mort's manhandling had torn her blouse. Somehow, Gwen knew that if she told Steve that Mort had harmed her in any way, Steve would do something drastic, and probably illegal. Steve must never learn the truth about her evening!

It was pushing eleven when Paula heard the door open. It was pretty late for a school night and Paula had expected Gwen home by nine. Paula heard Gwen speak to someone quietly and then she became louder.

"Steve, I am not inviting you in! Please go away! Leave me alone!"insisted Gwen loudly as Paula hurried into the living room to find Steve and Gwen in a heated exchange.

"I want some answers, Gwen! Somebody did this to you and I want to know who!" demanded Steve.

"Steve! Gwen! What's going on? What happened to you, Gwen? Are you okay?" asked a perplexed Paula as Kate came rushing into the room followed by her father.

Ted took the scene in, and started for Steve. "Young man, I warned you what would happen if you mistreated my daughter!"

With that, Ted pulled a fist back and punched Steve on the jaw. For his part, Steve never even flinched. He slowly brought his hand up to his jaw and rubbed it. Gwen was horrified. This was exactly what she had been hoping to avoid. What a horrible ending to a horrible night. Her father had just struck Steve. Now there was no doubt that she and Steve would never be together again, not that she wanted him back after his cheating and lying.

Gwen suddenly burst into tears as Paula wrapped her arms around her and yelled at Ted. "Damn it, Ted! Steve didn't do this to Gwen! Get your head straightened out and apologize to him! Men think every problem can be solved by fighting, and that's without even knowing what the problem is. Steve, sit down and tell us what happened to Gwen while I put her to bed. She's in no state to be questioned, or abused!"

"Sir, if I had done that to Gwen, you'd have been within your rights to beat me to a pulp. Charlotte called me and told me that Gwen needed help, so I went to help her," offered Steve as he considered his actions of the past few minutes. "She wouldn't tell me anything about how she wound up in that situation or what had happened to her. I thought the same thing you did, that some guy had tried to take advantage of her, and I was even angrier than you are, but she refuses to tell me what's going on."

"Son, I flew off the handle. I had no reason to strike you and I sincerely apologize. Imagine my feelings when I see you bring my daughter home in that condition. I heard you two arguing and I assumed that you had harmed her. It's a good thing you didn't strike back, Steve. My fist still hurts," grinned Ted ruefully. "It must have been that damned...".

"Dad!" Kate almost yelled at her father. "Gwen didn't want to tell Steve what happened and it would be wrong for you to say anything. She probably has some very good reasons, Dad. Why don't you go check on Gwen while I tell Steve good night?"

Kate was surprised at how quickly her father acquiesced to her suggestion. Over the years, Ted had learned to listen to the women in his family. He loved them dearly and hated to see any of them hurt in any way.

"Steve, things are a little screwed up tonight," began Kate as she walked over and dropped into Steve's lap. "At some point, Gwen will thank you, as will Mom and Dad. It's pretty obvious to me that Gwen doesn't want you to get into any trouble over this. She's probably ashamed of herself and scared to death that you'll go off half cocked and get into a bad situation. Then she'd feel even worse. Please, be patient and forgiving. Gwen's worth it."

As she finished speaking, Kate kissed Steve quickly on the lips and jumped off his lap and laughed. "I really, really wanted to do that forever! You were so serious and quiet, so I took advantage of the situation. Now go home. This'll all shake out before too long, but it's best if everyone has the opportunity to calm down. Gwen really likes you and so do I. You're the best big brother a girl could have!"

After Steve left and Kate locked the door, she turned to find her mother standing in the doorway. "Young lady, I heard everything you told Steve just now, and I'm proud of you. That was wisdom beyond your years. If Steve knew that Gwen left here with Mort Governs, he'd probably be over there right now and it wouldn't end well for either of them. You called Steve your big brother, Kate. How did that start?"

"He pretty much told me that he'd never be able to be romantically interested in me. I blame that on Gwen, by the way. He has it bad for her. He added that he likes me like a sister and could love me like a sister. You know what, Mom? That's a pretty good way to be loved and I'm going to be very content to have his love that way. It's uncomplicated and it feels great," added Kate.

Gwen had taken that moment to descend the stairs and heard the end of Kate's comments. "You think Steve loves you, Kate? How could you be so foolish? He doesn't even know what love is. He's like all men; he loves pretty faces and big tits!"

"You owe your sister an apology, Gwen!" insisted Paula firmly. "She was telling me that Steve likes her like a sister and if things progressed with you, he could love her like a sister. Kate is NOT trying to steal your boyfriend. Now tell me why you have such a low opinion of men in general and Steve in particular. What actually happened tonight? Are you angry at Mort Governs and blaming the whole gender for his actions?"

"Oh, Kate, I'm so sorry," cried Gwen. "You're a great sister. I know that. I've had a really bad night. Mort was a total ass at dinner. His ideas for fund raising involved girls in swimsuits and girls being auctioned off for an evening of dance. The way he described it gave me the creeps. Then, when I wasn't paying attention on the drive home, he pulled off the road, parked, and started groping me. I'm ashamed to say that he got his hand down my bra and squeezed me till it hurt!"

"Wow, Sis! It's a good thing no one told Steve about that! He'd be over there right now breaking Mort into little pieces. He'd be in jail by morning. How did you wind up with Steve if he didn't know that you were with Mort Governs?" questioned Kate as she hugged her distressed sister.

"I jumped out of Mort's car, which he called his 'love machine' by the way, and ran into the woods. He drove off after a little while and I walked in the same direction he drove. I found I was on Henderson Road so I called Charlotte to come pick me up. For some reason, she called Steve and asked him to do it instead. I'll chew her out tomorrow for that!" promised Gwen. "What was she thinking?"

"If she knew that you were going out with Mort Governs, she may have been thinking you needed the aid of a strong young man that would do anything to keep you safe," offered Paula. "Is that a possibility? Two young women could still be accosted in the darkness by a deranged suitor. A woman with Steve Hammer next to her would have no such worries."

"That's the other problem. Mort took me to Dominick's for dinner. While we were waiting to order dinner an incredibly beautiful red headed woman around twenty five walked in. She was shown to a table back in the corner, and guess who her date was?" sniffled Gwen. "None other than Kate's big brother!"

"Oh, no!" gasped Paula. "Are you sure that Steve had a date with her? Did he see you with Mort? What happened then?"

"I gave Mort some lame story about being allergic to garlic and we left and had dinner at the Road House. She hugged him and kissed his cheek, Mom! Unless he has a whole bunch of girls that want to be his sister, I'd have to say it was a real date. He's a liar. I guess all men are liars, except for Dad. They just want to play with "the girls", get their rocks off, and move on to the next conquest. Steve's no different."

"That's not true and you know it, Gwen! Steve is a good guy. He's way better than that asshole you were with tonight! Sorry, Mom," apologized Kate when she saw her mother's face when she swore. "Has Steve ever groped you or forced himself on you in any way? Let me rephrase that. Has he ever groped you in a way that you didn't want to be groped? He's a gentleman."

"He's never laid a finger on me that way, if you must know, Kate. The fact remains that he's dating a beautiful, older woman without giving me as much as a hint about it. We aren't going steady or anything, but that's still a pretty low thing to do!"

"That's what I was trying to tell you earlier this evening when you were getting ready to go out with butt-head," pointed out Kate. "You weren't going to tell Steve about Mort if you could help it. I guess all women are liars and cheats and really want men to play with their "girls". That's probably exactly what Mort believes."

"Besides," added Gwen, ignoring Kate's observation, "Dad punched Steve tonight when he saw my torn blouse and Steve standing there all angry. That's enough to keep Steve away forever."

"Ha! I'll give you odds that Steve will be back as soon as you invite him. He'll even apologize to Dad for making him so upset that he felt he had to hit Steve. Did you see how Steve just rubbed his chin and looked at Dad? I don't think Dad will be popping him in the chops again anytime soon," chuckled Kate. "But it was great that Dad was willing to mix it up with Steve for his daughter's honor."

Steve had no idea what to expect when he entered the homeroom the next morning. He had left Gwen on a pretty bad note. She was very upset with him, and her father had been so angry he actually punched Steve. That was a pretty brave thing for a man that worked as a CPA to do. Steve had to acknowledge an increased respect for Ted Anderson.

Charlotte was sitting at her desk when Steve entered. Gwen had not yet arrived, so Charlotte asked him about the previous evening.

"I found her right where you said she'd be, Charlotte. She was very nicely dressed, but her blouse was torn and her hair was a mess. She refused to tell me what happened. By the time we got to her house, I was all pissed off and was demanding that she tell me who did that to her," recounted Steve. "My behavior was unacceptable in another man's home and Ted Anderson heard me. He took one look at Gwen's condition and smacked me right on the chin. He's a really good father. I deserved it and he administered it. That calmed me down, but I never did find out what happened. Do you know what's going on?"

"Steve, I won't betray Gwen's confidence. You wouldn't like me if I did. She needs to be the one to explain everything to you. I know that she really likes you a lot. She's new to this dating thing and you need to be understanding and patient with her. It'll all work out," assured Charlotte as Gwen entered the room and took her seat.

"Ah, Gwen! I have some news for you," revealed Ms. Walker. "I've been contacted by two different organizations. One would like you and Steve to demonstrate your wonderful 'Lady in Red' dance for them. That one is the Rotary Club. Their president, Ralph Smith, called me this morning and asked me to approve it. He said that you had approached him the other day at the bank about your fund raising efforts, and he drew a blank. When he mentioned it to his wife, she immediately suggested that you two go to a Rotary meeting and dazzle the members with your skill and beauty, and then give a pitch for the class project."

"Mr. Smith set us up with the Rotary?" repeated Gwen. "That would be a great place to network! When is the next meeting, Ms. Walker?"

"Wednesday afternoon. I'd have to get permission for you both to leave school so you can attend the luncheon at the Holiday Inn, but that'll be no problem. So, are you two willing to put your best foot forward, pun intended, to move this project further along?" quizzed Ms. Walker.

Gwen suddenly knew doubt. She had fought with Steve the previous evening. He might decide she wasn't worth the trouble, or want to get even for her treatment of him after he made the effort to rescue her. Not one to shirk her duties, Gwen slowly turned to face Steve.

For his part, Steve was not going to make it easy for Gwen. He sat without expression as he waited for Gwen to speak.

"Uh, Steve, do you think you want to go to the Rotary luncheon and perform that dance with me, if you aren't too busy?" asked Gwen timidly. "It could be a great boost to our fund raising efforts. All the business people in the area are in the Rotary Club."

"Gwen, I'd be delighted to escort you to the luncheon. Will we be in costume for this performance? What do you want me to wear?"

Angela Walker noticed the strain in Gwen's voice and actions, but chose to remain quiet and wait to see where it would lead. "I was also contacted by the local volunteer fire company, of all organizations. They're having a casino night fund raiser on the first Saturday evening in November and asked if about a dozen or so seniors would be willing to serve as waiters and waitresses for the event. They will be serving alcohol, so they want the seniors to be eighteen years of age, and you will NOT drink any alcohol. It's a very low budget effort, but they want the patrons to get the feel of Vegas or Atlantic City right here in our town. In lieu of a big stage production, they asked if you two would do a few dances on a small, raised platform. Again, it's a really good way to network with people, and the fire department is always the one of the most worthy non-profit organizations to help."

Again, Gwen turned to Steve. He smiled and nodded when her eyes met his. Gwen's relief was apparent to both Steve and Charlotte.

Steve never seemed to be able to be alone with Gwen in the days that followed. He knew she was avoiding him and it bothered him more than he cared to admit. Since the rotary luncheon was at noon, Gwen had decided to spend the morning preparing for the dance. She had decided to give the Rotary the very best she could. She told Steve that she would meet him at the Holiday Inn a few minutes before the luncheon.

"Gwen, you're just beautiful!" gasped Paula as she watched Gwen put the finishing touches on her makeup. "This'll be a great opportunity to reconnect with Steve. You've got to talk to him to get past the situation you had the other night. The worst thing for any relationship is lack of communication. Please talk to him."

"Mom, while we were dating, the following things took place. I went on a date with a man that practically tried to rape me. Steve went on at least one date with a gorgeous woman, and who knows what they did! My father punched Steve in the face. We argued. He demanded that I tell him who I was with, as if he had that right! I refused, which a good girlfriend really wouldn't do. I think we've pretty well screwed things up between us, don't you? Now we're just going through the motions for the class project." 

"Okay, if you insist," relented Paula. "He's sure going to regret his actions when he sees how beautiful you are today."

"Yeah, if he isn't having some afternoon delight in one of the rooms at the same Holiday Inn with that supermodel he's dating. He probably won't be able to concentrate on dancing today, for thinking about getting laid later on!"

"I imagine that at least part of his mind will be on sex," admitted Paula. "But, I doubt that any redhead will be involved in his fantasy."

"That's my point, Mom. Sex is always on their minds," lamented Gwen. "What's wrong with them?"

"My dear, that doesn't have to be a bad thing," laughed Paula. "Why do men do things for women? Why is society the way it is? Because men want what we have! That gives us power. You just have to learn to wield that power wisely. I've kept your father in line and interested for well over twenty years, and it wasn't just my good cooking that did it."

"How do you know whether you have a good guy like Dad, or a letch like Mort?" asked Gwen.

"It doesn't usually take too long, if you watch the clues," assured Paula. "Mauling you in a parked car against your wishes is an obvious deal breaker. You shouldn't have to experience that to find out what sort of man you're dealing with. Watch how he treats his family, his friends, strangers, and people less fortunate than he is. You'll learn a lot about a person that way."

"I seem to have a problem telling the good guys from the bad ones. Mort was a huge mistake every way imaginable. It looks like Steve was, too. I guess I'm batting 1000% in bad choices."

"As far as I'm concerned, the jury is still out on Steve," replied Paula. "Both of your sisters think he's the cat's pajamas. To be honest, I have to agree with them. You can't be sure he was dating that woman you saw him with, at least not until you give him the opportunity to explain himself."

Steve was surprised when Ms. Walker told him that she would be attending the luncheon and that he could ride with her. "I hate to be nosey, Steve, but I am. What's up with you and Gwen? Am I going to have a problem with my star attractions? Did you two quarrel?"

"I'm not comfortable talking about it, Ms. Walker," admitted Steve. "Let's just say that I played the fool in front of Gwen and her family. I was hoping that I'd get a free pass, but it doesn't look like that's going to happen. She avoids me as much as possible, so I can't say how this will all play out. You can be sure that I'll do my part. I'll do whatever I can to get back in good with Gwen."

"Okay, Steve. That's all I can ask from you. I'll talk to Gwen to see what she's thinking. I'm going with you today so I can lobby for the hospital fund. This could be a great chance to get this project off the ground."




Lady in Red Ch. 03



Steve and Ms. Walker were seated when Gwen arrived. Steve immediately stood and helped Gwen with her chair while Ms. Walker smiled her approval. Gwen once again wore the amazing red dress that Lisa had loaned to her. Steve wore a sports jacket over a dark mock turtleneck that emphasized his broad shoulders and powerful chest.

Ralph Smith addressed the group. "Folks, we're in for a real treat today. In case any of you've been living in a cave for the past couple of months, you need to know that our high school football team is undefeated, and much of the credit for that goes to this young man, Steve Hammer, team quarterback.

"Even more amazing, at least to many of us men, is the fact that Steve has teamed up with this truly beautiful young lady, Gwen Anderson, who happens to have the number one GPA in her class, to entertain and amaze people with their dance skills. If any of you haven't already done so, I encourage you to search for Dave Kite's YouTube page. That young man has done a very impressive job recording and promoting senior class activities this year. For obvious reasons, the videos featuring these two class members have received the lion's share of attention; over four thousand views on a couple of them and the counter is going up daily.

"The fact that these two have agreed to give us a private audience today is the reason that so many of our wives have decided to attend. I know that's all that my wife, Nancy, could talk about the past two days. Enjoy your lunch. Then Miss Anderson and Mr. Hammer will trip the light fantastic," concluded Ralph Smith.

The luncheon was extremely well attended with as many, or more, women than men. Gwen, Ms. Walker, and Steve had seats at the table with the Rotary officers and their wives and had a pleasant meal as they listened to Ms. Walker extol the virtues of building a children's wing on the hospital. Everyone agreed that it would benefit the area, but more than a few questioned the feasibility. Could a town of less than twenty thousand support such a hospital?

That was when Gwen joined the discussion. "Why would we assume that only the people within the city limits would use the hospital? If we had a strong, reputable hospital with good staff, people from the entire area, well beyond the town limits, would gladly use it for their health care. There are no really good medical facilities within a couple hours drive. This hospital should emphasize that it's for the entire area's benefit and draw from all of the outlying areas for support. This cannot be a "Sparta only" hospital. Maybe they should change their name from Sparta General to something that embraces a much larger target area. Look at all the how big an area the school district draws from. Our school teams are called the Spartans, but that covers more than this town. It's the entire district."

Ralph Smith nodded his head as he listened to Gwen's reasoning. Then he turned to Ms. Walker with a big grin. "Angela, you sure knew what you were doing when you put Gwen in charge of this project. Seldom do I see such maturity and sound logic from anyone, let alone a high school student."

When it came time for them to dance, Gwen seemed a bit tentative at first. "Gwen, relax!" whispered Steve. "You look fantastic and everyone loves you. Let go and feel the music. We can do this right."

Gwen looked up at Steve as he spoke. She was again struck by his rugged good looks and engaging smile, and she felt his eyes could look into her very soul. Without conscious thought, Gwen moved closer and allowed herself to follow Steve's lead, trusting that her partner wouldn't make any mistakes. By the end of the dance, Gwen was relaxed and smiling. The applause was surprising in its duration and volume.

"That was beautiful!" gushed Ralph Smith's wife. "You two look so perfect together and move so well. I've been after Tyler to take some lessons with Gwen's Aunt Diane, but he always claimed it was for sissies. Now I've got some new ammunition. Steve sure doesn't look like any sissy-boy, and look at the beautiful woman he gets to hold in his arms when he dances."

Steve and Gwen knew that they were there to make friends and tried to greet everyone warmly. Steve saw that suddenly change when Gwen came face to face with the guy that bid against Steve for that first dance. She tensed up noticeably, and clung tightly to Steve's arm.

"Gwen, that was beautiful. You dance so gracefully," praised Mort Governs. "Have you given any thought to my suggestions for fund raising for your project? I'd be happy to discuss them with you anytime."

Everyone within hearing was stunned by Gwen's terse response to one of the area's leading businessmen. "I've given it a lot of thought, Mr. Governs. I've decided that it'll be a cold day in hell when I have business of any kind with you!"

The silence was deafening as everyone waited for Mort Governs response to Gwen's brutal dismissal of his offer. "If that's the way you want it, Gwen. You're the one that came to me asking for ideas and suggesting that you'd do anything to meet your goals for the project. I really hate to reveal your not-so-admirable side, but I..."

Steve had heard enough and stepped in front of Governs and put his mouth down close to Governs' ear and spoke as quietly, and with as much intensity as he could. "So it was you! Say one more word about Gwen and I'll rip your heart out, and show it to you right before I shove it up your ass! If you don't turn around and leave right now, I'll have to assume that you want to mix it up with me, and there's nothing I'd like better. You decide, Asshole. Fight or flight?"

Mort Governs lost all color as Steve snarled into his ear. No one else in the room could actually hear what was said, but everyone watching knew exactly what Steve was telling the young dealership owner. Mort had said enough to embarrass and offend those within hearing. He turned quickly and strode from the room.

"I apologize to everyone for my display of temper," offered Steve, "but no one will speak to Gwen like that as long as I'm near enough to prevent it. If I've offended anyone, I'm sorry. I'll leave now."

"I don't think so, young man!" stated Nancy Smith as the rest of the assembled group remained silent. "I want you and Gwen to demonstrate some of your skills in slow motion so that we can watch and see exactly how you two move so gracefully. Don't give another thought to that spoiled little pompous ass. I'm not sure what you said to him, but I strongly suspect it was direct and appropriate for the situation. A man should always defend his lady's honor, and you did an admirable job."

Gwen had caught enough of Steve's threat to Governs to realize how angry he was. His voice had sounded more like a growl than anything human. The speed at which the color drained from Governs' face reinforced her impression that Steve had issued a very strong threat and was more than willing to back it up.

Suddenly, everyone was laughing as they told their impressions of Steve's meeting with Mort Governs. The ladies carefully watched Steve and Gwen demonstrate s few steps. Steve was amused that a few simple steps seemed so impressive to the ladies. Soon he was taking each of the ladies through the basic steps. It was one thirty when Angela Walker explained that the students needed to return to class. There was a lot of back slapping as Steve thanked the Rotary for its support.

"Holy crap! I thought you were going to slap that stupid little shit!" exclaimed Ms. Walker as they drove out of the parking lot. "That would have complicated things, but no one would have blamed you, Steve. He sure had it coming! Imagine speaking like that to a girl like Gwen, in front of a guy like you! As it turned out, I think your reaction actually benefited our goal. You are now known as an athlete, dancer, and defender of lady's honor. The latter will go a long way with the wives of the male Rotarians, not to mention the females in the Rotary."

Gwen had explained to Ms. Walker that she was not returning to school since she had to change her clothes. Her dress was not appropriate for the classroom. Her mother was descending the stairs as Gwen entered the house. She watched as Gwen dropped into the recliner and let out a sigh. Paula stood in front of Gwen waiting for her report of the day's events.

"Well, Mom, the cat's out of the bag," Gwen stated simply as Paula sat down next to her and waited for Gwen to continue. "For some reason, it never occurred to me that Mort Governs would naturally be a Rotary member. He's a mover and shaker in the community. He make some comment about how he'd be glad to discuss his so-called ideas for fund raising with me anytime and I told him, in no uncertain terms, that it'd be a cold day in hell when I had anything to do with him.

"Then he said that I had approached him and told him that I'd do "anything" to meet our project goals. Then he started to reveal what he called my not-so-admirable side," recounted Gwen.

"Started to, Gwen?" asked a worried Paula. "Did something prevent Governs from smearing your name in the dirt? Was that something well over six feet tall and pretty angry by this time? Did Steve get into a lot of trouble?"

"You think you're so smart, Mom!" groaned Gwen. "Steve moved in real close to Mort and said a few things that I couldn't make out very well. No one else was close enough to hear a word of it. I did hear something about Mort being 'the one'. Then there was something about 'Ripping a heart out'. 'Shoving it someplace'. Things like that, but Steve snarled it so low it sounded more like a rumble than human speech. For some reason, Mort turned on his heel and practically ran from the room."

"I think, Gwen, that you're getting to see the difference between the good guys and the bad guys. What did the other Rotary members say? Was there a problem?" questioned Paula.

"Truthfully, it seemed to make their day. They kept us there showing them the few simple dance steps that we do. You'd think we'd invented the moon walk or something. It was mostly the ladies and they couldn't wait to have Steve take them in his arms and show them the simple steps. I've never seen so many sexually repressed women in my life. Ms. Walker called an end to it before they managed to get Steve to show them some other moves that he's probably already used on that redhead."

"That reminds me. Diane said that she would be happy to help you and Steve perfect a few more dances for that Firemen's benefit," remembered Paula. "I think my little sister wants to see how it feels to be in Steve's arms, if just for a little while. You'll probably think she's another sexually repressed woman. Your boyfriend seems to do that to us mature ladies."

"Did you just include yourself in that group, Mom?" demanded Gwen. "Do I have to worry about you and Diane now?"

"Honey, every woman that sees that boy is a potential competitor, if you're intending to keep him as your boyfriend. If you're going to break up with him, it shouldn't matter. As far as Diane and I are concerned, we're older and married, and want to stay that way, so we'll limit ourselves to a few harmless actions and fantasies," laughed Paula. "But if you want to keep Steve, there isn't a girl or woman around that can steal him from you. I've seen the way he looks at you. He's yours if you want him."

"Then why was he out with that long legged redhead?" asked Gwen. "Why do I feel totally out of control here?"

"I can tell you the answer to that second question, but you won't want to hear it, at least not yet," responded Paula. "Ask Steve about the redhead if you really want to know. It isn't rocket science, Gwen. It's called communication. You sometimes seem better versed in rocket science than in relationships."

The football team continued to win. Steve managed to post very impressive statistics. The regular season ended with Sparta undefeated, and league champions. The team needed to win three more games to claim the school's first ever state title. The first Saturday in November was the district championship against Carver High. Then would come the regional championship game the following Saturday, if Sparta beat Carver. The state title game was scheduled for the Saturday before Thanksgiving.

The team had developed a strong fan base and a great deal of press coverage. Sparta was buzzing with talk of a state title. Never before had its football team reached the big game. Many of the articles in the local paper featured Steve and mentioned the videos Dave Kite had posted on YouTube. Views of the videos eclipsed ten thousand by early November. Donations to the hospital fund, many unsolicited, had begun to arrive in the mail.

Steve had always been the hardest working team member in the weight room, but half way through the season, Billy Marsh came alive. He worked harder and longer than Steve. By the last league game, Billy was obviously thinner around the middle and wider in the chest and shoulders. He and Steve had become fast friends. Billy always gave the same answer when Steve asked what had happened to cause such a drastic change in Billy's attitude.

"Somebody has to block and make you look good. I want to be part of a state championship team, and saving your ass is the way to get there. When the college recruiters come to see the famous Steve Hammer, they'll have to notice the no-longer fat putz that centers the ball, and pass blocks like a pro. Those guys are smart and they'll see the real reason for your success," grinned Billy.

Gwen's relationship with Steve remained complicated. She still danced with him. In fact, they spent more time together than ever as they worked on a couple new dances for casino night. Diane suggested that a tango would dazzle the audience and a dance with a couple lifts would be a real crowd pleaser. Although many purists felt that lifts had no place in ballroom dancing, spectators loved to see them.

"Paula, that boy is amazing! We both know that I'm not as light as I used to be, but he's able to lift me like I was a child. He can toss Gwen around with no effort. He's graceful, a fast learner, and very polite. I had him lift me a couple times and slowly lower me. I had a low top on and he kept looking away, which didn't do much for my self esteem," admitted Diane. "I finally told him in that dance, he was the leader, the alpha, and he had to not only look at his partner's assets, but do it obviously and sensuously. The next time he lowered me he looked right into my cleavage and blew into my top! My nipples were hard for the next hour.

"I don't know where Gwen gets her self-discipline. She wears those sweaters and sweatshirts to practice and hardly interacts with the guy, even when she's in his arms. I know she's pissed about him supposedly having a woman on the side, but if I were her, I'd be doing my level best to make him forget the other woman. And Gwen has the equipment to make him forget!"

When the arrangements were made for Casino night, no one had considered the football team playing that same day for the district title. Luckily, Sparta played early in the day and everyone had time to return to Sparta and participate, as promised, in Casino night at the fire hall. The fact that Sparta had won 42- 21 made for a festive occasion. The members of the Fire Company, firefighters and ambulance crew, had a large sign proclaiming Sparta district champions on the wall.

"Wow, Charlotte! You look great. I guess if college doesn't work out for you, there's always the option of being a cocktail waitress," teased Steve as he admired how well Charlotte looked in a little black dress.

"Thanks, Steve. It's always good to be appreciated! I'm hoping that a certain waiter here tonight will like what he sees and stop being so darn hard to attract. I blame you for that, too. You made him walk me to class and apologize. He did such a good job of it, I can't stop thinking about it, but he acts like he hardly notices me."

"If we're talking about a guy that's dropped about thirty pounds of lard and added about twenty pounds of muscle since the start of football season, he's noticed you, believe me. He doesn't talk about anything else! "What if she still thinks I'm too fat? What if she doesn't like me?" are two of the whines I hear five or six times a day," complained Steve. "In case you haven't figured it out, he's talking about you, Charlotte."

"Who's talking about me, Steve? How do I know who's lost weight? I need to know that we're talking about the same guy!" giggled Charlotte. "Point him out!"

"Okay. He's the guy standing by the men's room pretending to be reading the sign that says "men's room." Now he's looking at his shoes. Now he's checking to be sure his fly is all the way up," revealed Steve. "Does that help give you an idea of which poor schmuck has it bad for one of the smartest, prettiest girls in the senior class?"

"Now who are you talking about? I was hoping he was interested in me!" lamented Charlotte with a sad, pouty little smile.

Steve managed to pull Gwen aside a short while later. "Gwen, I know you're upset with me for that stunt I pulled that night I picked you up walking on that dark road. I've tried to apologize to you, but you won't listen. I was wrong to think that I could demand that you tell me something, or make you do something just because I wanted you to do it. I know now that it involved that Governs jerk, and that he did something to upset you pretty badly. I behaved like an ass and your dad was right to paste me one.

"I'm new to all of this, Gwen. I've never had a girlfriend. My mom died a few years ago and I'm kind of weak in my relationship skills with females. I just don't know what you want me to do, Gwen. How can I get you to forgive me?" asked Steve sincerely. "I've learned a lot from that incident. I'll work to be more understanding and less demanding."

"Steve, I went out with that jackass! We had dinner. I thought we would be discussing ways he could help in our fund raising, but deep down, I knew what he was after and I went with him anyway. That's not a very good girlfriend, is it? I thought I'd just keep it from you and it wouldn't hurt anything," admitted Gwen sadly. "The truth is all relationships have to be built on honesty and I wasn't being honest with you.

"I appreciate that you helped me out, but I was too ashamed to admit what I had done. That's why I wouldn't tell you anything. That and the fact I was afraid that you'd do something to that ass that would get you into big trouble. To answer your question, you need to absolutely tell me the truth all the time. It has to be the whole truth and not half truths to keep my feelings from being hurt. The only thing that stands between us is that I don't think you've been completely honest with me."

"Okay, I see where that can be a problem. I guess I need to explain myself better. I'll work on that from now on. I've become accustomed to keeping things to myself the past year or so and it's become a habit, a bad habit at that," conceded Steve. "I just worry that if you know too much about me, you'll feel pity or something, and I don't want that. I just want to be a normal, average senior in a normal school that just happens to have a super beautiful girlfriend. Is that too much to ask?"

"It is if you want to keep me around, Steve. You'll have to drop that beautiful girlfriend," replied Gwen more seriously than Steve realized. "My sister Lisa was drop dead gorgeous since birth. I've grown up being compared to her and it wasn't always kind. My self esteem wasn't the greatest, so I threw myself into my schoolwork. I'm determined to become a doctor, a very good doctor. This past summer I started working out on my dad's weight machine and walking a few miles a day. I felt like I was improving and then you arrived on the scene and seemed interested in me when no else ever has been. The really crazy thing is that you're a walking wet dream for every girl in school, so I wonder why you spend time with me.




Lady in Red Ch. 03



"I don't know what you've heard about me, Steve, but I'm not going to have sex with you, if that's what you're after. I guess all males are, and you're certainly all male. Now for the weird part. I won't have sex with you, but I won't be with you if you're having sex, or any type of intimate relationship, with some other girl, or woman. I know that sounds crazy, or selfish, but that's how I feel. I'd rather not have a boyfriend than feel pressured to do something that I'm not ready for, or don't want. I have long range plans and I'm not going to do something stupid and screw them up. Now that you know all of that about me, maybe you'll want to find somebody else. I'll understand."

Steve had listened to Gwen with great interest. This was the first time they had actually shared real feelings and hopes. He felt like he had just learned more about her in a two minute conversation than in the previous two months.

"Gwen, I realize that you're right. I haven't been totally honest with you, and you've been keeping things from me. You just laid it out there for me to see. I need to start telling you the truth and not hold things back. It really isn't fair. I didn't realize how determined you were to become a doctor. I didn't know how you felt about sex, dating, honesty, and fidelity. Now I do."

Just then, Charlotte rushed up to Steve. "Have you said anything to him? Did he say anything about me?"

Gwen gave Charlotte a puzzled look as Steve grinned. "Okay, so I'm a little desperate, Gwen. Steve probably told you already. I'm kind of, sort of, in a way, interested in Billy Marsh. I know he's not exactly another Steve Hammer, but he's a pretty good guy, comes from a good family, and I think he likes me, at least a little. We can't all be beautiful, voluptuous sex goddesses like you, so don't be making fun of me!"

"Charlotte! I like Billy. He's a cool guy. I never knew that you two had anything going on, and Steve never mentioned it. I certainly won't make fun of you. In fact, I'll do whatever I can to help. Were you expecting Steve to do something to advance this budding romance?" asked a very surprised Gwen.

"I thought that the two of you would have a plan, or a scheme, or something like that by now. What the heck were you two talking about, if not my problems," wondered Charlotte. "Don't tell me that you're working on your own romance! How selfish, Steve!"

"Charlotte, they're getting ready to open the doors. Let me figure out something to get Billy moving. In the mean time, use that smoldering sexuality of yours to persuade the patrons to spend more money on games of chance," finished Steve.

"Smoldering sexuality? Me? I like the sounds of that. What do you think, Gwen? Should I use my smoldering sexuality to lure some suckers into spending money in a good cause?"

"By all means," laughed Gwen. "I see you have 'your girls' on display tonight, Charlotte. Don't be giving me any crap about showing off my assets from now on. Just get out there and smolder!"

"We have to get ready for our part of the show, Steve, but you've got to tell me how this thing between Charlotte and Billy got started and your part in it. We can still dance together, can't we, even if you decide that you want a different girlfriend?" asked a suddenly worried Gwen.

"No, Gwen! We can't dance together if I get another girlfriend! I may not understand much about the fairer sex, but I do know that no girl on the planet will have the confidence and faith in me to let me hold you in my arms on a regular basis," proclaimed Steve with certainty. "But I haven't given up on you, so be warned."

Gwen felt relief at Steve's so-called warning, but disappointment that he did not confess his date with the redhead. She had made it pretty clear that she wasn't going to have sex with him, yet she expected Steve to forsake other girls if they were going to be dating. She wondered if that was even possible. Girls everywhere fell all over Steve, and who could blame them? He was the epitome of what a girl looked for in a boyfriend, or a lover for that matter. Would Steve give up his chances with so many pretty girls for a pretty much platonic relationship with her? Would she be able to believe him if he said he would? She knew that she would not, at least until he disclosed that he was dating another woman. It was up to him to correct their relationship now. She had been completely honest and now it was his turn to do the same.

It was another night of firsts for the seniors. Perhaps the most surprising thing for many of the students working as the waiters and waitresses came as the evening wound down. A few kids from the local community college had shown up. It was obvious that they had been partying before they arrived. Every now and then one or two of them would leave the fire hall for a few minutes and then return. It seemed likely that they were outside drinking since they were not yet twenty one. They knew the firemen would never allow them to buy any drinks inside without proper ID.

One of the bigger college guys had targeted Charlotte. He constantly asked her for drinks and tried to chat her up. For her part, Charlotte made it clear that he needed ID and that she wasn't interested in an inebriated community college party animal. Steve was talking with a couple EMT's when Gwen rushed up to him.

"Steve! That dumb ass college kid is really bothering Charlotte. He just dragged her into the men's room! You've got to help her!" urged Gwen.

Steve wasted no time rushing to the bathroom to help Charlotte. When he pushed through the doorway, he stopped in his tracks. Charlotte was standing by the sinks, holding the top of her dress up and sobbing softly. Across the room, Billy Marsh had her attacker pinned to the wall by the urinals with one hand. The other hand was pulled back in a fist. Quickly, Steve grabbed Billy's fist and held it.

"Not here. Not now, Billy!" cautioned Steve. "He isn't worth the trouble it'd cause. Let him go and let the firemen handle this. Charlotte needs your attention. Help her get out of here. Take care of Charlotte, Billy!"

It was obvious that Billy Marsh was in a rage. Steve knew from experience how difficult rational thought was at times like that. He held Billy's fist and kept repeating that he needed to look after Charlotte. Reluctantly, Billy released the guy and made his way over to Charlotte. He gently wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her from the bathroom.

"Thanks, Steve," spoke the EMT behind him. "That was close. I wouldn't have blamed Billy if he clocked this bozo, but he'd probably be crying to his mom and lawyer before he hit the floor. Billy's the one that would be in trouble. I told Kim to call the cops. They'll be here pretty soon. I'll handle it from here."

Steve left the bathroom to see his classmates huddled around Billy and Charlotte. She was wearing Billy's suit jacket and looked very small in it. Gwen gave Steve a big smile as he approached the group.

"Thanks, Steve. It sounds like you arrived just in time. Charlotte told us that Billy looked like he was going to kill that jerk. What a mess that would've been. I told Billy to take Charlotte home. I promised that you and I'd double as wait staff when we weren't dancing. I don't think you have to make any plans to get those two together. She won't let go of him now!"

"Kids, we're sorry about that situation. The police are outside talking to those college kids now. They won't be any further problem," promised Nancy Burns, the ambulance captain and best EMT on the squad. "Do you feel up to finishing the night with us? We have another half hour left, at least. That little bit of excitement has stirred the crowd up. We want to get every nickel we can tonight. Will you kids stick with us?"

"Nancy, we're Spartans," laughed Gwen. "Billy's taking Charlotte home, but the rest of us will stay until the end. We made a promise and we'll keep it. Steve and I'll fill in for Billy and Charlotte, until we do our last dance."

"That would be great, Gwen! You guys have done a great job for us tonight and we'll be sure to let the school know how much help you've been. I know for a fact that quite a few of the people remaining here tonight are waiting for you two to deliver that last dance. They can't wait to see what you're going to show us. What a great idea it was to have you two perform here tonight! Can you tell me what you have planned so I can whet the appetite of the crowd?" asked Nancy.

"We're going to finish with a tango, Nancy, but I'm not sure that it'll be as well received as that last dance, or the first dance, for that matter. The crowd really seemed to love those dances. They may be expecting something better than we can do," worried Gwen.

The fire company had Gwen and Steve wait until the night was officially over to perform their tango. The reason was simply to hold the crowd as long as possible. There was a loud round of applause when their choice of dance was announced and then complete silence as Steve and Gwen performed it under a soft spotlight. Gwen was concerned that it was a flop when they finished and no one applauded. She and Steve stood still to take a small bow as they looked over the audience with some trepidation.

Then the hall erupted into cheers, whistles and loud applause! Gwen saw her mom, Kate, Diane, and Ms. Walker standing to one side clapping and whistling with the best of them. She hadn't even known that they were there. She wondered if they had watched all three dances without Gwen ever seeing them. Gwen and Steve gave their best smiles and bowed to the crowd. The applause was almost embarrassing for Steve. They had to remain on the small stage and bow several more times as the crowd yelled its approval.

"Saturday was one of the best days this class, and this school, has ever had, in my estimation," began Ms. Walker. "For the first time in Sparta's football history, we're the district champions. Congratulations to the seniors on the team and good luck in your next game on Saturday. Your efforts Saturday night on behalf of the fire company were greatly appreciated. You all impressed our local volunteers no end. They almost doubled the take from last year and the crowd left the building in awe of the final performance by our own Gwen Anderson and Steve Hammer. I received several promises for donations and many promises to spread the word about our efforts to raise money for a children's wing to the hospital.

"I have to once again thank our videographer for his amazing work. His football highlights were extremely well done. His coverage of casino night was unbelievable, including, but not limited to, his short clip of Mr. Marsh giving a rowdy patron a lesson in etiquette. I have no idea how you manage to be around everything interesting or exciting that happens the way you do, Dave. It's a knack, that's for sure."

As Sparta's success increased, so did Amber Stahl's exposure on the local television channel. She was assigned to every game and finally had her own camera man during those tilts. Everyone in Sparta knew her by name and appreciated that she reported the team's successes so well. She was given ten minutes of broadcast time on the Saturday evening that Sparta won the regional title and qualified to play for the state championship. She had interviews of the coaching staff and players, including Steve. After a few football related questions, she sneaked a question about Gwen and their popular dance routines.

Steve tried to remain calm and listen carefully to the questions so that he wouldn't sound like an idiot when he responded to the reporter's questions. He was somewhat surprised by the question but managed what turned out to be a great response. "That was something that just sort of happened. Gwen Anderson is a brilliant student, destined to become a great surgeon. She's not only a great dancer but she's the chairperson of our class fund raising project. She's working really hard to raise money for a children's wing for our local hospital, at which she'll someday practice medicine and save lives. If my dancing with a beautiful woman helps raise money for a great cause, I'll do it as long as she'll allow me that honor."

"Did you hear that, Gwen?" asked Kate as the Anderson family watched the local news. "I didn't hear Steve mention any long legged redhead. He talked about you and smiled all the way through it. He has it bad for you."

"So you claim, but he still hasn't mentioned that woman or why he was out with her. He's keeping it from me for a reason. That's why I'm home tonight. I told him I didn't feel like going anywhere, even through there's several parties celebrating the team's victory today. He says he's being more open, but there's an awful lot that he's not telling," reasoned Gwen. "He always seems to clam up when anyone asks questions about his family or where he went to school or what he studied. He never mentions other girls."

"I can tell you from experience that mentioning other girls is never a good idea," laughed Ted. "I made that mistake when I first started to date your mother, and I never made it again. But I wasn't dating anyone else when I was with your mom, either."

The football team was scheduled to travel Thursday afternoon to the state capital for the title game on Saturday. The plan was to have a Friday morning and an afternoon practice in the big stadium that was the scene of the tilt. The coaches felt the team would be less nervous if they were more familiar with their surroundings. To that end, school was canceled Thursday so that the students could assemble for a huge rally and send off for the team.

The rally was to be held on the grounds of a large trucking company working out of Sparta. There was a huge amount of parking space and everyone anticipated a large crowd, far more than would fit in the school's gymnasium. It was a sunny day with the temperatures in the 40's when people began arriving. By noon, the team members were standing on a large flatbed trailer waiting for the activities to begin. A microphone and speakers were in place for the various dignitaries to orate. That was the scene as Barbara Tucker pulled into the entrance of the parking lot with her twin sons strapped into their car seats in the back of her SUV. Her younger brother, Glen, was a defensive back on the team and she was anxious to show her support.

Because it was rather chilly, Barbara made the decision to leave the twins in the car where they would be warm and comfortable. She would only be a little ways away and for a short period of time. In her haste to hear the entire program, Barbara failed to put the transmission all the way into Park. As she started toward the impromptu stage, she heard the crunching of gravel. Turning, she saw her SUV backing down the incline and gaining momentum! Barbara broke into a run but soon realized that she would never catch her vehicle before it struck the rail barrier at the bottom of the hill. Beyond the barrier was the Emerson River. Not knowing what else to do, she dropped to her knees and screamed her agony to the world.

Gwen was standing with her friends waiting for the festivities to begin. Almost every kid in the school was there, along with a great many adults. It was looking to be a real hoe-down! Gwen watched the football players climb onto the flatbed trailer. She saw Steve look over the crowd until his gaze fell on her.

"It looks like that two-timing Romeo only has eyes for you," whispered Charlotte into Gwen's ear. "He kept looking at the crowd until he found you. You really need to tell him what's bothering you, Gwen. For a smart guy, he's clueless on this one. Look at his cute friend up there. He's waving to me!"

Steve and Billy were standing next to each other as they scanned the crowd for Gwen and Charlotte. They knew that where they found one girl, her friend would be close by. Billy was grinning and waving to Charlotte and she waved back. Steve watched Gwen look back at him and offer a small smile, which he found encouraging. Gwen had been distant lately and Steve wasn't able to determine the reason. Then they heard the scream. The crowd turned as one to determine the source.

Steve turned in time to see a black SUV appear to back rapidly down the incline, cross the highway and strike the guardrail with considerable force. The vehicle slowed down noticeably but still disappeared over the edge and out of sight. Everyone knew that the river was some eight feet below the protective railings and the car had to have gone into it. The river made a wide bend at the point where the car entered. The area was known as Jones Eddy. The current was slow on the curve, and many a fisherman had caught their limit from that river bank.

Amber Stahl had managed to get her camera man a good position to film the rally. She was going to be reporting live from the scene and was excited about the opportunity. They were just setting up when Amber heard the scream and saw the crowd turn. She watched in horror as the car hit the barrier, then crashed through it and dropped into the cold waters of Emerson River. Years later, people would still recall the icy chill that went through them as the young mother began screaming that her babies were in the car!

Gwen, like everyone around her, was horrified when she heard the young mother cry that her babies were in the car. The crowd rushed toward the river bank and she and Charlotte were swept along. As she ran, she noticed the TV reporter next to her, along with a large man carrying a big camera.

"Get over to the side!" directed Amber. "We need to be able to see the water and the crowd. Set up on the back of that parked pickup. The extra height will help. I'm calling the station. We'll be going live in the next couple of minutes, so get things set up quick."

The crowd reached the area where the vehicle had gone over the bank. Nothing was visible but water! Groans and cries became common as more than a few spectators broke into tears. Gwen heard the cameraman swear and point his camera farther upstream. Gwen's heart stopped when she realized what he was videoing. Steve Hammer stood on what appeared to be an observation platform. As she watched, he stripped off his coat and shirt. Then he kicked his shoes to the side and peeled his jeans off. It was obvious to Gwen what Steve planned, and suddenly her fear increased tenfold.

By this point, all of those assembled realized Steve's intent and suddenly went silent. Steve said something quickly to Billy Marsh, then strode to the edge of the platform, and dove into the icy waters of Emerson River!



Lady in Red Ch. 04



"Holy cow!" yelled Amber Stahl as she watched in awe. "Tell me you've got that on video, Stan! Keep recording. We're looking at high drama here. I'm going on air in thirty seconds. I want the camera on me until something happens in the river."

"Hello, Keith," began Amber as she spoke to the station anchor sitting in the studio, as well as thousands of viewers. "What was supposed to be a celebration and send off for the Sparta football team has suddenly turned into a struggle for life itself. A car with two toddlers just rolled off that hill and crashed into the river, taking the children with it. The mother is inconsolable. Just now a young man, Steve Hammer, the team quarterback, dove into the waters, presumably to search for the children. He must be down there over a minute already and the kids half a minute longer. How long can anyone survive under these frigid waters? Nothing is showing on the surface."

Charlotte and Gwen heard the newswoman's broadcast as they huddled nearby. "Oh, Gwen! Those kids! And now Steve!" cried Charlotte. "No one can hold their breath that long! If he doesn't come up soon, I don't think he'll make it!"

Gwen had heard and seen enough. Charlotte was right! No one could stay under water that long. Steve could be floating to the surface soon and she was determined to be ready to pull him from the icy waters. She wouldn't let him die!

For her part, Kate Anderson reacted to the horrors by calling her mother. "Mom! A car just crashed into the river with two kids in it," cried Kate into her phone. "It's on TV! Steve dove into the water a long time ago and he hasn't surfaced yet! We can't see anything down there! I'm scared that he won't make it, and neither will those two little kids!

"Oh no! Mom! Gwen's taking her clothes off! She's down to her bra and panties. She just jumped into the water! You saw her, too? What can she do?" cried Kate. "This is horrible!"

Meanwhile, Steve had been shocked by the painfully cold water as it enveloped him. He angled his dive to take him toward the area where he believed the car should be and he quickly found it. It was settled slightly on the driver's side with the front end lower than the rear. As he grabbed on the door handle, Steve actually heard crying! Looking in, Steve realized that a pocket of air had been trapped inside the vehicle. One baby was almost entirely out of water while the other had water approaching its chin. He knew that he couldn't open the door on the upper side until the water replaced the air in the vehicle. The driver's side wouldn't open because it was tipped and the door was jammed against the river bottom. Looking around, Steve quickly found a rock slightly smaller than a volleyball. He was in desperate need of air as he smashed the rock into the driver's window. The rock fell through and onto the seat as Steve quickly swam inside, crawled over the seat to reach the air pocket. Gasping for breath, he saw that the twin on the lower side was now under water!

Forcing himself to not panic, Steve unbuckled the restraint and lifted the child into the rapidly diminishing pocket of air. The infant gasped and began to cry, much to Steve's relief. With his other hand, he unbuckled the second baby as water reached its chin and held him up to the ceiling. He considered the situation as he turned his face upward to again draw air into his tortured lungs. He had to be certain that the water pressure was equalized on both sides of that door before he tried to open it. He would have to keep the infants in the air pocket as long as possible, then open the door and swim as fast as he could to the surface.

Steve placed both babies' little shirts in one hand, took a deep breath, and dropped down to try the door while holding the children above the water level. The door refused to open. Realizing it was probably locked, Steve fumbled for the release. His lungs began to ache again and the babies no longer had any air pocket from which to draw oxygen. Steve forced himself to remain calm; knowing the lives of the infants depended on his actions. Finally, he managed to unlock the door and shove it open. He swept the kids into his arms and pushed for the surface.

Gwen, too, had been shocked by the low temperature of the water as she splashed into the river. She knew that she needed to keep moving or she'd be of no help to anyone. Suddenly Steve appeared to her right! He held the two babies above the water with one hand. Gwen swam to him and tried to take a child from him, but Steve wouldn't let go!

"Steve! It's okay! Let me have the baby," urged Gwen as she tugged on the child. Steve relaxed his grip and she swept the baby to her chest and swam over to the bulkhead near where the car had gone into the water. A metal ladder was somehow hung over the wall and it extended down into the water. A policeman stood on the ladder, water up to his knees and Gwen handed the baby over and swam back to Steve. She took the second child and swam that one over to the policeman. When she turned for Steve, he was gone from sight!

When Gwen had entered the river, Amber Stahl's voice showed her absolute amazement and awe as she described Gwen's courage as she leapt into the icy waters. Viewers were literally sitting on the edge of their seats as they watched Gwen swim back and forth in the icy waters. Onlookers had pulled a ladder off a pickup and tied ropes from it to the pickup and hung the ladder over the edge. A young policeman removed his hat and coat and climbed down as others worked to hold the ladder steady.

Suddenly, Steve broke the surface, well over three minutes after he had disappeared into the river! When he held up the babies, the crowd erupted into cheers. They watched Gwen pry the infants from Steve's grip and deliver them to the policeman, who gently passed them up. The first baby was actually crying! Grown men felt tears streak down their faces as they watched in stunned wonder. Gwen handed the second baby up and turned in the water.

"He's gone under!" cried an onlooker. "He lasted long enough to save the kids! Then he ran out of air."

Gwen dove down and swam toward where she had last seen Steve. Unable to find him, she surfaced for a quick breath and dove again. This time she found Steve and pulled him to the surface. Realizing that getting a big guy like Steve up the ladder would be nearly impossible, Gwen began swimming toward the opposite shore. The river was about two hundred feet across and Gwen was tiring as she struggled with Steve's weight. As she finally reached shore, she realized it was too steep for her to pull Steve up!

Billy Marsh had stood watching and worrying about the situation, but unsure of what he could do to help. He was a mediocre swimmer, at best. He saw first Steve, and then Gwen fearlessly dive into the icy waters and risk their lives to save another person. He cursed himself for not having the courage that they exhibited so easily. When Steve remained under water for such a long period, Billy began to doubt that Steve would survive. Then he saw Steve surface and Gwen hand off the two infants. Billy felt immense relief. Suddenly Steve went under and Gwen, all alone, pulled him to the surface and started for the far shore. Billy had fished the river many times and knew that Gwen would never manage to get Steve up the bank. Thinking that the time had come for him to man up and grow some balls, Billy stripped down, jumped into the river and swam to help Gwen.

"Here, Gwen, let me take him," spoke Billy Marsh as he swam up to her, grabbed Steve under the arms and with tremendous effort, dragged Steve out of the water. Gwen immediately dropped down and placed her hand on Steve's neck.

"He has a pulse!" sobbed Gwen as she bent over Steve, tilted his chin up, pinched his nose and forced her breath into his mouth.

Amber Stahl was delivering riveting commentary as the struggle for life was waged before her camera, and the eyes of thousands of viewers. When Billy hoisted Steve onto the shore and Gwen bent over and began rescue breathing for Steve, Amber's voice was breaking as she spoke. "Gwen Anderson's now performing rescue breathing for Steve Hammer! His life now hangs in the balance!"

The cameraman had zoomed in. Viewers watching on TV could see the situation with far more detail than those standing on the far side of the river. Initially, he had zoomed in to show Gwen bending over Steve and feeling his carotids for a pulse. Wearing only wet panties and a red bra, her cleavage was ample, and quite revealing. The cameraman realized that a shot like that may not be what the station wanted to show, so he zoomed even more and caught Gwen press her lips against Steve's as she forced air into his lungs.

Diane had been visiting Paula when Kate called to reveal the desperate turn of events at the rally. At Paula's behest, Diane turned on the TV. As Kate gave her running commentary to her mother, Paula and Diane's eyes were glued to the television. What they saw frightened them to the core.

"Come on, Gwen! Get him out of the water! Look, Billy's pulling him out of the water for Gwen. God, look at Gwen now! The damn cameraman must be trying to show her boobs! Look at all of that cleavage, and on TV yet! Steve must have a pulse, Paula, Gwen's breathing for him, but she's not doing CPR. That's a good thing," assured Diane. "Look! Steve's moving! He's breathing! Look at Gwen cry, Paula. She was afraid that he was going to die. Wow! Look at that!"

Gwen gave Steve several breaths, all the time praying silently that he'd recover. Her heart felt colder than the waters she had so recently left. What if he died? She decided she'd breathe for him for hours if that's what it took. Suddenly she felt Steve cough. She quickly moved her lips off his and tilted his head to the side. A surprisingly small amount of fluid spilled from his mouth. Then Steve gasped for breath. Gwen watched Steve take several large breaths. Then, with tears streaming down her cheeks, she leaned back in and kissed his lips gently. She then pulled his head to her chest and hugged him as her tears of joy rained down on his face. Then she saw the blood!

Steve's stomach was crimson as blood flowed down his abdomen and dripped onto the frozen ground. Gwen reached down and felt the red fluid, trying to convince herself that it couldn't be blood. As she rubbed it between her fingers, she soon realized that it truly was blood and it was coming from lacerations in Steve's stomach and chest!

"Gwen, put this blanket on and let us take care of Steve. You've saved his life, but we need to get him to the hospital. You can ride with us," promised Nancy Burns as she and her crew, seemingly coming from out of nowhere, moved quickly to professionally care for the patient. "We'll backboard him and transport him as fast as we safely can."

The throng that had come for a football rally, stayed to watch their volunteer ambulance crew provide the best possible care for the team's star quarterback. The viewers at home had the same opportunity, but with a far better view. Gwen hovered nearby and even assisted when she could. Billy, with a blanket wrapped around his middle, was a great help in lifting one side of the backboard that held Steve. He assisted the crew as they carried it up the incline to the waiting gurney. It only took a minute for the crew to secure Steve in the gurney and load him into the rescue vehicle. Gwen nimbly climbed in the rear of the ambulance before the doors were closed and the vehicle sped away.

Charlotte saw Billy standing alone, watching the ambulance as it sped away. She ran to the platform where he and Steve had shed their clothes and gathered all of their belongings into her arms. Then she made her way toward Gwen's pile of clothing, only to find Kate already there.

"Kate, we'll go get Billy and drive to the hospital! Your amazing sister may want her clothes, although she sure got out of them fast enough. That was the most incredible, and heroic thing I've ever seen!" babbled Charlotte as she raced Kate to her car.

Paula was beside herself as she watched her semi clad daughter climb into the ambulance. "Come on, Diane! We're heading for the hospital. I have to take some clothes to Gwen. You can make phone calls on the way, just get in the car," urged Paula.

"Paula, Do you believe what we just witnessed on TV? Your cell is ringing every few seconds. I bet all our family and friends either saw that rescue, or have heard about it by now. I can't believe what happens when those two kids get together. It's like some sort of cosmic event or something," offered a still amazed Diane.

Amber Stahl had wrapped up her live coverage of the event and was helping her cameraman pack his equipment into their van when her cell rang. "It's the station, Stan. Hello, Frank. Yes, it was even more incredible in person. Yeah, we're headed to the hospital right now. Thanks! I just said what came to mind as I watched the most amazing thing I've ever seen. These kids are unbelievable. We should have a crew follow them around all the time!"

Charlotte, Paula, and the TV van pulled into the hospital parking lot at almost exactly the same time. "Mom!" called Kate as she joined her mother racing for the entrance. "Did you see Sis? She saved Steve's life, and he saved those babies! Has anyone ever had a cooler big sister, or big brother?"

After opening the stubborn car door, Steve could remember starting for the surface with the two children in his arms. His lungs were in agony as they practically screamed for oxygen. He remembered nothing after that until he felt warm water dropping onto his face and soft lips forcing air into his tortured lungs. He coughed and immediately felt his head being turned as he spit up fluids of some kind. He opened his eyes and saw Gwen's face very close to his as she brushed his lips quickly with her hand. Then she kissed him and clutched him to her chest!

Steve was surprised that she had no shirt on, but he wasn't about to complain. He was taking deep breaths and trying to return to normal. He felt Gwen touch his stomach and then heard the ambulance crew talking to Gwen. He was undecided if he was in a dream, or if it was real. Then he began to feel very cold and started shivering. He was able to answer direct questions, but remained silent otherwise, as he was back boarded, carried up a hill and placed on a gurney. Steve saw Billy looking at him with tears in his eyes as he was being loaded into the ambulance, so he winked, drawing a huge grin from his friend. The ambulance crew quickly placed a mask over his face and Steve began to feel a lot better.

By listening to the conversation between Gwen and Nancy, he learned that Gwen had saved his life. He had given Gwen the two children and then he had slipped under the surface. If Gwen had not already been in the water and prepared to help, it was doubtful if Steve, or the children, would have survived. Gwen minimized her role, but it was evident that Nancy believed her actions were extremely heroic, and told Gwen so repeatedly.

As soon as he had been placed in the ambulance, Steve was given oxygen from a non-rebreather mask. Nancy gently cleaned some of the blood from Steve's chest and stomach as Gwen assisted her. It seemed like they had just left the scene when Steve felt the ambulance stop and back up. The doors swung open and several men carefully released the gurney and rolled it to the rear of the vehicle and lifted it off.

At the hospital, Dr. Laura Masters had been between patients when she saw the nurses and staff crowding around a television. Out of curiosity, she joined the group and watched in fascination and amazement as events unfolded. Laura saw the incredibly beautiful girl perform rescue breathing on the young man. Then Laura was paged. Two infants involved in a near drowning were due within minutes. As she prepared to treat the children, she considered the situation. The one baby had been crying on camera, so it likely would be healthy. The second child was the concern, although she had only seen them momentarily on the screen before they were whisked away by the first ambulance on the scene.

When the crew entered the emergency room, Laura knew immediately that the children would be fine. They were both wide awake and crying. She gave them a quick examination and then ordered x-rays since they had been involved in an automobile accident. Serious injury appeared unlikely, but that was the reason for x-rays. Laura knew that she couldn't always see broken bones. Laura spoke to the parents as she examined the children.

"I saw some of this on the television. I've got to tell you that your children are extremely fortunate. I'll have them x-rayed because they were in a serious accident. We'll also keep them in the hospital overnight for observation, but it appears, on my initial examination, that they're doing pretty well. It's especially amazing when you know they were under water for several minutes. That young man must have kept his cool and somehow managed to get these two some air in that car."

"Thanks so much, Doctor! I'll never be able to thank Steve Hammer enough for saving my babies. I just hope he'll be okay," sobbed the infants' mother. "The team was supposed to be on the bus right now to get ready for the big game. Now I hear they're staying home tonight to see what happens with Steve. Coach Watkins really cares about his players. That's why they play so hard for him. When they bring Steve in, please take real good care of him!"

It was only a few minutes later that Laura was notified that the second ambulance was nearing the hospital. The patient's vital signs were strong. He was, however, bleeding from numerous cuts and abrasions. When the door to the emergency room slid open, Dr. Laura Masters and the nursing staff watched a tall, beautiful young woman in a red bra and panty set, smeared with blood, and hair dripping wet, walk along side a gurney and hold the hand of the young man wearing a weak smile, and very little else.

"So, "The Lady in Red" and her dance partner decided to save the lives of two infants that were pretty much given up for lost?" greeted Laura as she directed the gurney to an empty bay, picked up a pair of scissors and deftly cut Steve's muddy, wet underwear into several pieces.

She tossed the remains in a trash can as Steve attempted to cover himself with his hands. "I'm Dr. Laura Masters and I'll do everything in my power to get you back in the game, literally, Mr. Hammer. Let's check your vital signs. Ms. Anderson, I understand that you expect to become a doctor and practice here, after you raise enough money to expand this hospital and add a children's wing. Why don't you wash up over there while a nurse finds a set of scrubs for you to wear? Then I want you join me, and we'll take care of our hero together. I've wanted with speak with you for some time."

Dr. Masters saw Gwen blush as she tossed Steve's underwear away. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to embarrass either of you. If you're going to be a doctor, you'll see everything. I've seen and heard so much about Gwen Anderson and Steve Hammer the past month or two that I assumed you two were very close, if you know what I mean."

Dr. Masters interviewed and examined Steve closely. Satisfied that Steve showed no obvious neurological problems, Laura ordered x-rays, and then spoke to Gwen and Steve. "As soon as we can be sure that Steve has no broken bones or spine issues, which I doubt, we can allow him to move around safely. It looked like he'll need some stitches to close some of those cuts, but then he wouldn't be able to play football and he's got a pretty big game coming up Saturday. From what I've seen, the team will never stand a chance without him. I think we can dress those cuts well enough so he can play in the big game. I can stitch him up the next day."




Lady in Red Ch. 04



"Sure, that'll work for me," agreed Steve gratefully. "I'm really worried about not being allowed to play. Coach is a stickler about not allowing players to risk any unnecessary injuries, or playing hurt. He'll make you swear on a bible, Doctor, that it's okay for me to play. He's tough."

"Now, Steve, could I ask how you managed to stay under water so long and survive?" questioned Laura. "You were down there for a few minutes, and the twins even longer. Was there some air trapped in the car? Did you receive those cuts from the car windows? Tell us how you managed to save those kids."

"It wasn't that big of a deal, really," suggested Steve modestly. "I could hear the kids crying when I swam down to the car and could see an air bubble inside. I broke a window that was below the air space in the car so I wouldn't release all of the oxygen from the vehicle. I swam in, unbuckled the kids, waited until the water was high enough in the car to open the passenger door, and grabbed the babies and pushed for the surface. I don't know where I got these cuts. That's all I remember until I felt Gwen's lips on mine."

"What a way to wake up!" laughed Laura. "You make it sound so simple, but I doubt if many other men could have managed to do what you did, and darn few would have the nerve to attempt it."

"Gwen, you really look like a doctor with those scrubs on. All you need now is a stethoscope around your neck," joked Steve as he changed the subject. "No offense, Dr. Masters, but she'll be the most beautiful doctor I've ever seen."

"Don't worry, Steve," laughed Dr. Masters. "I can usually hold my own in almost any crowd, but Gwen looked like a Victoria's Secret model on the catwalk when she entered the ER in her little red unmentionables. I'm sure the guys that saw it will be talking about it for years.

"Gwen, I was told that your mother and sister are in the waiting room and want to see you. Could you set them at ease and then come back? I've got so much to discuss with you and Steve once his x-rays are completed."

"Sure, Dr. Masters. I should've realized that they'd be concerned and gone out to see them sooner. But I was worried about this guy, and interested in watching you work," confessed Gwen.

Gwen was surprised to see the waiting room packed with people. All eyes turned to her as she entered. Questions flew so fast she couldn't understand most of them. Finally, in frustration, Gwen raised her hands for quiet.

"Let me say a few things that should answer a lot of these questions," began Gwen. "Most importantly, Steve is doing fine, pending anything that the x-rays reveal. He has some nasty lacerations on his chest and abdomen, but Dr. Masters feels that she can dress his injuries temporarily so that he will be able to play in the big game. Steve and I have to thank Billy Marsh for his timely assistance at the river. I don't want to even think what the outcome would have been without his help. He's our hero.

"We're ecstatic that the two infants are doing so well. We've all seen the kids at a couple of the victory celebrations and have come to love them. We're pleased that Glen will be able to have his nephews to enjoy for many years to come.

"I think that we all need to stop and consider what Steve Hammer risked, as well as what he accomplished this afternoon. I've never before seen courage like he displayed. He told me a little about his time in that freezing water as he worked to save those children. He had to break a window and probably received those lacerations as he swam through the opening. There was some air trapped in the car and he and the infants were able to survive because of it. There's a lot more detail, but Steve will have to fill them in for you some time in the future."

"I have a few questions," called Amber Stahl from the side of the room. "Can you tell us how deep the water was where the car went down? Can Steve Hammer play well enough to lead his team to victory after all of this drama? He almost drowned and he was obviously bleeding a lot."

Gwen faced the reporter and saw the cameraman for the first time as she framed her response. "I can't state the depth of the water. I can tell you that Steve will be ready to play, and play very well on Saturday. Just this afternoon, we all had a glimpse of what Steve is capable of doing. Did anyone else attempt to dive in to save those kids? Would anyone else have succeeded, or even survived, if they had tried? Don't bet against Steve Hammer!"

"How about you, Gwen?" asked the reporter. "How do you feel? You were seen on live television saving your boyfriend's life. How is the fame going to change you?"

"I don't know that it'll make much difference, but if it does increase my ability to influence people, I'll be asking for donations to add a children's wing to this hospital. Seeing Steve pull those two darling babies from the water has made me want to work even harder to provide a haven for hurt and ill children in the area. I want the best health care for the children of Sparta, and for all children. That's my goal."

Paula was standing next to Kate, Diane, and Angela Walker as Gwen addressed the room. She marveled at how well Gwen spoke and how much she looked like a doctor in the scrubs she wore. Her command of the situation and her presence in front of people was impressive.

"Paula, your daughter is amazing," stated Angel Walker. "I've never seen her equal. She's the whole package. When she's together with Steve, incredible things happen. Those two kids have some sort of special bond and it's getting stronger all the time. There's no telling what they'll accomplish."

Gwen approached her mother after answering the reporter's questions. "Mom, I'm sorry about letting you wait so long. Dr. Masters is a really good doctor and she's letting me watch and learn. This is definitely what I want to do. Would it be okay if I stayed for awhile? Dr. Masters wants to speak to Steve and me, and I want to sure Steve is okay. Do you believe what he did today? Words fail me."

"If Angela would give Kate, Diane, and me a ride home, I'll give you my car keys, Sweetheart," responded Paula as she hugged her daughter. "I'm so proud of you, Gwen. Stay as late as you want, but call and let me know what's going on if it gets too late. Not that you need them, but Kate will give you the clothes you stripped off, on live TV."

"Gwen, I need to speak to the doctor," insisted Coach Watkins as Paula stepped back from her daughter. "I'm going to have to be convinced that Steve can play football Saturday. I saw the whole thing today. He almost died on the banks of that river. He was bleeding like a stuck hog! How can he be approved to play the day after tomorrow?"

"Coach, I'll let Doc Masters know that you want to see her. Be ready to be convinced," promised Gwen. "She's very capable and extremely persuasive. You'll see."

Charlotte and Billy had stayed in the background until Gwen had assured everyone that she and Steve would be fine, and the crowd began to leave. Gwen turned away from Coach Watkins and hurried over to greet her friends.

"Billy! I'm so grateful you were there to get Steve out of the water! I know how strong you are and how you still struggled to do it. I would never have made it without you. Thanks for being there when we needed you," stated Gwen with a great deal of emotion as she wrapped her arms around Billy and hugged him as hard as she could. "Charlotte, this is one great guy! Treat him right."

"You've embarrassed him, Gwen. Look at him blush! He sure did come through, didn't he?" agreed Charlotte as she handed Steve's clothes to Gwen. "Billy and I are going to go get something to eat, but we'll talk tomorrow in school. I'm so proud to be friends with you and Steve and Billy. Mom called me and told me that she watched it all on TV. She said my friends are absolutely welcome in her home any time of the day or night. She was crying when she said it, and Mom isn't that emotional. You were great, Gwen!"

Gwen made her way back to the E.R. and explained to Dr. Masters how Coach Watkins insisted on seeing her and why. Dr. Masters excused herself and headed for the waiting room and a discussion with Steve's coach.

Once his x-rays were completed and read, Steve was wheeled back to the ER. Gwen pulled back the curtain and stepped alongside his bed.

"Gwen, I'm not sure how to say this. I owe you my life," began Steve as Gwen stood near his bed and listened. "I'll always be available for you. If you ever need anything I have, or anything I can do for you, just let me know. I'm serious as a heart attack. I feel a tremendous debt to you and I'll spend the rest of my life trying to repay it."

"That's hardly necessary, Steve. I'm just glad that I was in the right place at the right time. I have no idea how you dared dive into that water and then go into that submerged car. Weren't you afraid?" asked Gwen.

"I was terrified, Gwen. But I was more afraid of how I'd never be able to look in a mirror again if I didn't do my best for Glen's nephews. I'm an exceptional swimmer and I knew that the job fell on me. Besides, there are worse things than dying. Living in shame is one of them."

"Okay, kids," interrupted Dr. Masters. "Coach Watkins and I had quite a discussion. He's a stubborn man. Long story short, I promised that I'd dress your injuries right before the game and be prepared to provide medical assistance during and after the game. I guess I'm like the team doctor now," laughed Laura Masters. "I've gone to some of your games, but now I'll have a better seat, near the bench. Is your coach single, by any chance?"

"Yeah! He's single! He has a house on Parker Street. His sister and her two kids live with him. He dotes on the kids. Coach is a good guy," assured Steve. "You could do worse!"

"Don't tell him that I asked, okay? Now I have to bandage you up. The bleeding has stopped and I can see several places that require stitches. As I said earlier, you wouldn't be allowed to play with new stitches in your chest and abdomen. They'd never last through a grueling game of football, especially if Windsor's defense is as tough as their fans think. Let's see how we can get you bound up so you can throw a football without bleeding all over the field. You'll help me, won't you, Gwen? We'll step out so you can pull your jeans on, Steve, but it looks like you'll have to go Commando the rest of the day," grinned Dr. Masters. "The x-rays turned out fine. I see no need to keep Steve once we get him bandaged."

It only took a minute for Steve to don his jeans. Soon Dr. Masters was showing Gwen how she wanted to treat Steve's lacerations. "Gwen, most patients will be a bit easier to treat. This guy seems to have an awfully broad chest and shoulders. Plus these muscles really make it difficult for a female doctor! I'll need your help before the game, and I'd like you to sit with me during it. I have a couple reasons to ask that.

"First, I may require your help working on Steve. Secondly, you want to raise money for a wing for the hospital. You really should enlist the help of the staff here at the hospital. When we first heard about your project, we were pretty skeptical, but you two are bringing people around. I graduated from Jefferson Medical College in Philadelphia and thought that I'd do my residency in this little jerkwater town and then go back to Philly. Like most of my plans, that one went south. I like it here. If it expands and supplies the area with better health care, I want to be part of it. I want in," declared Dr. Masters. "I can use the publicity of being seen with you two, and you'll gain some credibility by being with me. I think it's a win-win situation."

"We never even thought to ask the hospital staff to help with our project! That's pretty embarrassing, really. I'd love to hang with a real doctor when I can. I can see where it could help the project. Let's plan on riding to the game together Saturday morning, Dr. Masters," suggested Gwen.

"Okay, but only if you both call me Laura," replied the young doctor. "That, and find ways to get your coach to notice me. He seems pretty stubborn, but he's genuinely interested in his players' welfare. That's a good trait in a man."



Lady in Red Ch. 05



After leaving the room and making a quick call to her mother, Gwen returned to tell Steve, "Mom said to bring you home for some of her good home cooking. It feels like we've been in this hospital for days, but it's only five o'clock in the afternoon. I don't know about you, but swimming in icy water and making a spectacle of myself on live TV has given me quite an appetite."

"You don't have to feed me. I can stop somewhere and get something quick. Besides, your dad may not be too happy to have me stop in. Maybe you've forgotten that he popped me on the chin last time he saw me," recalled Steve. "I really don't want to have a problem with your dad. He was right, and I was wrong. I had it coming."

"You let Mom and me worry about Dad," replied Gwen with a grin. "He feels pretty bad about that incident. He jumped to conclusions and he regrets it, but let it be a warning to you, Mister. Do not harm Ted Anderson's daughters in any way, or he'll flog you within an inch of your life."

Ted Anderson was standing in the living room when Gwen brought Steve inside. The two men looked at each other tentatively and then Steve extended his hand and Ted accepted it. "Sir, I owe you an apology. My behavior the last time we met was inappropriate. I respect you too much to make you uncomfortable in your own home. If you prefer, I'll leave right now, and I'll understand the reason."

"Leave now? That's the absolute worst thing you could do to me!" laughed Ted as he shook Steve's hand. "My wife and daughters would have my hide. I wouldn't have a moment's peace. We were both a little worked up that night, but this is a new day. Let's forget it and eat. You two can tell me about your day. Anything unusual or interesting happen?"

As they dined, Gwen filled in Paula, Ted, and Kate on the things they didn't already know about the water rescue of the two toddlers. Steve remained silent for the most part; content to allow Gwen the opportunity to describe events to her family while he enjoyed one of the best meals he ever had.

"The phone has been ringing off the hook. In fact, I took it off the hook so we could have a peaceful meal. You two have really created quite a stir. The cable news channels picked up the video from Channel 5 and have played it about a thousand times today. I have to admit, it's a very remarkable story," added Paula. "You two can plan on a lot of people asking a lot of questions about this afternoon. I wouldn't be surprised if the local newspaper and TV stations ask for interviews. Everyone that's called has been extremely complimentary about both of you. Ted, Kate, and I are awfully proud of you two. So is Lisa, now that I think about it. She said everyone at her university is talking about it. She's a mini-celebrity because she's your sister."

"Thanks, Mom. I guess we need to discuss what we'll tell people when they ask about it, wont we, Steve? We need to be on the same page, especially with the media. I don't know how you feel, but I think we can use this to help the hospital fund," reasoned Gwen. "Let's go into the living room and kick it around awhile."

Paula watched Gwen and Steve sit down on the couch. She noticed that they didn't sit real close together, but they seemed quite comfortable with each other. She marveled at Gwen's will power. For her part, Paula had never seen a better looking, more virile male. Not many females could keep him at arm's length like Gwen seemed to be doing. And even fewer would want to keep Steve at arm's length!

A few minutes later, Kate motioned for Paula to take another look at the two kids on the couch. Steve had fallen asleep and had slid down so his head was resting on Gwen's chest. Gwen was turned so that she faced Steve and was gently stroking his neck as he made low snoring sounds. Paula went into a bedroom and found an Afghan blanket and brought it out for the two exhausted heroes. Gwen had also fallen asleep by the time Paula reached them. Paula smiled at Kate as she gently covered them with the blanket. 

Murmurs gradually seeped into Gwen's consciousness. She opened her eyes to see Charlotte, Billy, Kate and her mom sitting around the living room, speaking in hushed voices. She started to sit up, but felt the weight on her chest. Looking down, she saw Steve opening his eyes. Slowly, he looked at the part of Gwen's chest that his head wasn't covering. Then he turned his eyes to Gwen's. She tried to look upset, but was unable to hide her smile. Steve appeared relieved as he slowly extricated himself from Gwen's firm, but so very comfortable breast.

"That makes twice today that you woke up in Gwen's arms," laughed Kate. "In fact, you were in more than just her arms. You sure looked comfortable. Sis makes a pretty good pillow, doesn't she?"

"I can't speak for all of her, but the parts I've had my head on today are really soothing, I must admit," grinned Steve as he ducked the pillow that Gwen flung at him.

"We're sorry to wake you two sleeping beauties up, but you can't believe the atmosphere in town today," stated Charlotte excitedly. "The guy that owns the Big Boy Burger place insisted on feeding Billy and me for free because he recognized Billy as the guy that dragged Steve up that bank. People were stopping us on the street and raving about the courage and daring you guys displayed. I tried calling, but every phone in this house is turned off, or disconnected, so we stopped in to see how you were doing. It looked like you were doing great, especially Steve, as long as he doesn't get a stiff neck from being poked like that."

Just then the doorbell rang. Paula stood and left the room to answer the door. Soon she returned with an obviously excited Amber Stahl. Amber greeted everyone and then got down to business.

"Gwen and Steve, the Channel 5 anchor wants to do a live interview with you tomorrow morning! He's willing to come here and conduct it from the Anderson's living room. I don't have to tell you that this is a great chance to get your story out and promote your cause. Will you do it?"

Gwen's face lit up, but Steve held a hand up to caution her as he spoke to Amber. "That's real big of the guy. He's willing to 'slum it' for the story? Get your boss on the phone. I want to talk with him," stated Steve firmly.

Amber dialed her cell, identified herself to her boss and handed Steve the phone. "Sir, this is Steve Hammer. I understand that you'd like a live interview with Gwen and me tomorrow? We can do that, but there are a couple conditions. We want Billy Marsh and Doctor Laura Masters included, if she's available. The other condition is that Amber Stahl is the newsperson conducting the interview. She's become pretty well known and liked in Sparta. She's been here for us from the start. This is her story, and we want her to have it. If you can live with those conditions, we'll be ready whenever you want us," concluded Steve as he handed the phone back to a stunned Amber.

"No, sir, I didn't put him up to this! I just heard it for the first time. Sure I'll do a good job. I always do. You won't regret this, Frank," promised the obviously excited newswoman as she ended the call.

"Oh, Steve! You've given my career a huge boost. This is going network! I'll be doing the interview on the morning show!" squealed Amber as she wrapped her arms around Steve and hugged him.

The sharp intake of breath from Steve alerted everyone in the room that his injuries were far from healed. Amber released him in a flash and immediately began to apologize. "I'm so sorry! I forgot how badly you were injured! Will you be able to play in the title game on Saturday?"

"This'll be our little secret," replied Steve softly as he worked to slow his breathing. "We can't let the other team know I'm a little tender or they'll be all over me. As far as anyone's concerned, I'm doing great and I'm ready to play. That includes you, Amber, okay?"

"I won't tell, Steve, but I don't think I'll have to. Once they tackle you a few times and they see how much it hurts, they'll be trying twice as hard to knock you down. Plus Coach Watkins will never allow you to play in that kind of pain."

"You caught me by surprise, Amber. I'll be ready when we play. You'll never know that those scrapes even bother me at all," predicted Steve with an unconvincing smile. "Tell us where this interview will take place."

That was all it took to get the subject changed, although Gwen maintained a concerned look for some time. It was decided to place a recliner next to the couch so all four people had a comfortable seat. Amber would sit across from them in a kitchen chair, asking the questions. Billy was both pleased and frightened to be included in the interview, claiming he had done very little and deserved no special attention.

"Billy Marsh!" snapped Gwen loudly. "You saved Steve's life. Does that seem like a small thing? Did you see anyone else jump into that water to help? You'd better get accustomed to being a hero, to being my hero. I was in total despair when I realized I couldn't get Steve up that bank and suddenly you appeared next to me and took over. If you weren't so brave and strong, things would have turned out a lot worse. Don't insult Steve, or me, by telling people it was no big deal, because it was a very big deal!"

Everyone was surprised by Gwen's vehement defense of Billy's bravery. Nothing was said for half a minute, until Charlotte began to laugh. She wrapped her arms around Billy and told him, "You are a hero, Billy. You're my hero, too."

"Now that we have that settled, I've got to call Laura and ask her if she can make it early tomorrow morning for the show," stated Gwen. "She said she wanted more exposure and Steve's making sure that she gets it. I wonder what she'll say when she hears this?"

Gwen spoke to Laura for a couple minutes and then returned to the living room. "She's in! She was surprised at how quickly we took her up on our promise to include her in more promotions, but really pleased. Mom, I was thinking maybe Steve could sleep in my room tonight so he'd be sure to be here and ready for the interview in the morning. Would that be okay with you?"

Paula turned pale and stuttered as she searched for the words she wanted. "I, your Dad and I, we don't think, Kate's just sixteen and shouldn't see, what about birth control and..."

"Mother!" interrupted Gwen a bit shrilly. "I'll sleep in Lisa's room! I wasn't asking that Steve and I spend the night together. How can you think I'd even suggest that I'd do something like that?"

"I would!" interjected Kate. "No need to mess up so many linens, right?"

"Sorry," added Gwen with a straight face, "Steve needs his energy for the big game. He has to remain celibate and focused."

"Actually, the game's not until Saturday and I could use a little something to pick up my spirits and put me in the right frame of mind," admitted Steve with a quick smile.

"I bet you could," laughed Gwen, "but it isn't happening, unless Billy wants to stay over, too."

"How could I refuse an offer like that?" quipped Billy. "It's bad enough being his center. I don't want Steve to think it's any more than that; at least not until he buys me a ring!"

"Billy, I honestly appreciate what you've done for me, and I love you, Man, but believe me when I say there'll never be a ring for you, except the championship ring we'll win Saturday."

"This makes a great human interest story!" observed Amber. "Stars and star crossed! I can't wait to interview you two guys tomorrow. Inquiring minds want to know this kind of stuff."

"I think it would be a good idea if Amber went over the questions she's going to ask us tomorrow morning," declared Steve. "It seems wise to have time to prepare our responses, and to be sure she doesn't reveal Billy's 'softer side' to the public."

Everyone was assembled in place in the living room by 5 AM the next morning. Gwen and Laura looked fresh and lovely. Steve and Billy appeared slightly less chipper. The local station had decided to air a live interview for the local news before they went national at seven AM.

After Amber introduced everyone she began, "I'm sure most of you have seen the dramatic video of the two children rescued from the submerged SUV by Steve Hammer and the subsequent rescue of the rescuer by Gwen Anderson and Billy Marsh. Billy, let's start with you. Weren't you worried about jumping into the freezing waters to help your friends?"

Billy blushed slightly and then collected himself and responded. "I was real scared, to be honest. But after seeing Steve, and then Gwen, risk everything to save those kids, I felt ashamed that I was standing and watching instead of helping. Steve and Gwen are the real heroes. It comes naturally to them, like breathing. I'm not very heroic. I was afraid, but I was even more afraid that they wouldn't survive without help. I was a little late getting started, but I finally saw my duty and I did it."

"Gwen, we all saw you jump into the frigid waters when nothing was showing on the surface. How did you know that Steve would surface with those kids, and that he'd need help when he did?" questioned Amber.

"I was concerned that Steve and the children had been under the water for so long. I knew that if there was any chance for them, they had to surface soon and that they'd be in dire straits after such a long time under water. I've served as lifeguard and I'm a very good swimmer. I just couldn't stand by and watch any longer without trying to help. It was just something I felt I had to do. I would like to add that the children were treated at Sparta Memorial Hospital. Our senior class is having a year-long fund raising effort to modernize and add a children's wing to this valuable community asset. Donations of any kind are gratefully accepted. Help us help the children of the area."

"Steve, you dove into the waters with the intention of rescuing the children. Why did you feel you could?" asked Amber.

"I happen to be a very strong swimmer and I've done some diving. I felt that I was probably the best swimmer in the entire crowd that day. That made me the best chance those kids had. I didn't know what was going to happen. I just knew that I'd never be able to look into a mirror again if I didn't try. I was pretty frightened when I had those two infants in my hand and couldn't get the car door open. I sure didn't feel like a hero. I don't remember anything after starting for the surface until Gwen brought me around on the river bank. I owe her and Billy my life. I'll never forget that. The hospital was great and I have to thank Dr. Masters. I hope she'll be working in the new wing within a few years."

"Dr. Laura Masters, you treated the children at the hospital, as well as Steve when he came in. How are the toddlers doing? Will Steve be able to play quarterback in the state championship game tomorrow?"

"I watched you deliver your commentary as these heroes worked to save lives, Amber. I was quite surprised when I examined the children. They were wet and cold, but in excellent health. I had just seen them plucked from icy waters after being submerged for over three minutes and they were crying and healthy. We x-rayed them and kept them overnight for observation, but they're fine this morning, thanks to the quick thinking and courage of these students. Steve must have been cut across his chest and abdomen when he swam through the driver's window after smashing it with a rock. Other than that, he's in great shape. He lost a little blood, but we saw his courage and determination yesterday. A mere football game should be a walk in the park for him. However, at the insistence of his coach, I'll attend the game and be prepared to lend medical assistance if Steve, or any player, requires it. Coach Watkins places safety above winning, which is a bit unusual in football these days, but very admirable.

"Our hospital is small, but we always strive to give the best care possible. The idea of a new wing seemed like a farfetched dream a couple months ago. Now these kids have made me a believer. The area, especially the children, deserve the best health care possible. These kids have the courage to work toward that goal and I'm pledging my support any way possible. We need better equipment, more room, more doctors, and more supplies if we want to truly serve the area properly. Yesterday's near tragedy demonstrates how quickly bad things can happen. A better hospital will make us a safer, better community."

"So there you have it," concluded Amber. "Two toddlers strapped into car seats are in a car that plunges into the frigid waters of Emerson River. Because of the quick actions of these three Sparta students, this story has a happy ending. It was a tragedy averted by their courage and daring heroics. And these kids are working hard to improve the local hospital. Think about the quality of youth this area is producing, and be proud. Thank you all. And good luck in your game tomorrow."

Gwen drove Steve to school after the interview was concluded and walked with him to the players' bus. Kate had ridden with them and was watching as Gwen stopped Steve before he boarded the bus. She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him long and hard on his lips as the other players cheered and whistled.

"I can't stay mad at you, Steve," whispered Gwen. "When I thought you might die, I realized that I was being foolish by treating you so poorly. I hope that kiss keeps those big breasted cheerleaders away until tomorrow. I'll be there cheering for you on every play. Just be careful. I worry about those cuts."

Steve grinned and rubbed Gwen's nose with his. "I never noticed any cheerleaders, Gwen. Where are they? All I can see is you. I'll never do anything to hurt you, Gwen. Trust me on that. See you tomorrow!"

"Where's my sister? What've you done with her?" demanded Kate as she joined Gwen. "A couple months ago you were the girl that didn't date. You weren't even interested in boys. You wore bulky sweaters and loose jeans and slacks. Now you strip down to your bra and panties in front of a TV crew, wear really cool outfits that are mostly red for some reason, and have a hit dance video and a swim suit video that makes men drool. You grab the best looking guy in the school, the star quarterback, and kiss him hard in front of his teammates and the whole world, including several very jealous cheerleaders. How did you change so much, so fast?"

"Maybe I shouldn't have kissed Steve in front of everyone, but I couldn't help myself," admitted Gwen. "Sometimes I can't believe that a guy like Steve could be interested in a girl like me. He's gorgeous, smart, athletic, strong, brave, and polite. He could have any girl he wants."

"And that should tell you something, Sis. Steve can have any girl in the school, maybe the whole world, he's that cool. Why would he want you? Could it be that you're gorgeous, smart, athletic, strong, brave and very polite, most of the time? Is it possible that he did go for the best girl for him, and that the best girl happens to be my big sister?" asked Kate. "That kiss was perfect, by the way. You need to mark your territory. Let those hussies know that he's your guy. I think that kiss quelled any possible doubts."

Steve smiled at the good natured teasing of his teammates. He knew that they thought Gwen was beautiful and he was a lucky guy. Once the bus was under way, Coach Watkins explained that the team would arrive in time to have a practice in the stadium in which the title game was scheduled. He also cautioned the players about making any hard contact with Steve during the practice. He warned that if Steve showed any signs of injury, he would be replaced immediately. To a man, the team knew that scenario guaranteed defeat.

That Friday at school was like no other Gwen had ever experienced. Every student she came in contact with expressed their admiration and appreciation for her part in the rescue of the two infants, and then Steve. When she entered a room, talk would suddenly stop. Then everyone would rush to speak to her and be as friendly as possible.




Lady in Red Ch. 05



"Gwen, you've dried out and warmed up, as well as covered up since yesterday," observed Ms. Walker when Gwen entered homeroom. "I have to tell you that I've never seen anything close to being as remarkable as that rescue yesterday. I still get chills when I think about it. Dave Kite has some amazing video posted, but with the news channels playing it so much, he hasn't had as many views as I'd expect. Our 'Lady in Red' is becoming a national treasure, rather than just a Spartan gem. Your interviews, both at the hospital and again this morning on national TV, were perfect."

Saturday morning found Laura, Kate, Paula, and Gwen traveling together in Paula's SUV. The conversation had been light until Gwen asked, "Laura, would you be able to prescribe birth control pills for me. I'm just asking if you would, not if you will, yet."

Laura looked back at Gwen and picked her words carefully. "Has Steve been pressuring you? I can prescribe birth control. I have many times, but I always interview girls your age thoroughly before I do. I need to know why you would feel you need them."

"No, he hasn't pressured me in any way! Steve and I are hardly ever alone, let alone think about sex. He'd never suggested anything like that. He's only kissed me a few times, but I can't stop thinking about him. When I look at him, I feel weak. You have no idea how he affects me when he takes his shirt off. He seems so masculine, yet gentle and kind. It's hard to describe," concluded Gwen.

"I know exactly what you mean. Do you think I'm made of stone or something? He's incredible, Gwen, but what you feel, what I feel, what Kate probably feels is normal lust. I wouldn't be surprised if some married women and mothers feel it, too, when they look at him. He's way beyond the normal, everyday, run-of-the-mill jock," chuckled Laura as she glanced at Paula. "But that's no reason to have sex with the guy. You can't win a man, or keep a man simply by having sex with him. Sex makes your bond stronger when everything else is in place. It strengthens love, but has been the ruin of many a person, male and female, when used for the wrong reason. When you decide that you love him, he loves you, and you want more than a kiss and a squeeze from the guy, let me know. Then, if your mom agrees, or you're living away from home, I'll prescribe the pills. Until then, no sex, and that's your doctor's orders!"

Paula remained silent as she considered her daughter's description of her feelings for Steve. She had to admit that it was no surprise that Gwen found Steve so attractive. Paula had been concerned for her daughter when she seemed uninterested in boys. She worried when she appeared to be unaffected by Steve's magnetism. Now she learned that Gwen was not immune to Steve's charms. A whole new list of concerns had been introduced into the equation. Gwen was turning into a woman and Paula resolved to do her best to help Gwen through the transition with as little pain, embarrassment, and heartbreak as possible.

The difference in her daughters also crossed Paula's thoughts. Lisa never spoke of birth control until Paula found a package of the pills in Lisa's suitcase when she came home for the Christmas break her freshman year of college. Gwen had always been one to meet a situation head on. If she wanted something, or to do something, she would face her parents with it and try to use reason to support her stance. Lisa had always been less confrontational. She practiced the philosophy that it was easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission.

"I told him that I wasn't going to have sex with him, even though he never indicated he wanted it. He seemed okay with that. I thought he'd probably drop me like a hot potato, but he still likes me. I'm amazed that he does," admitted Gwen. "But I've decided to work a little harder to keep him interested in me."

"A few kisses like Gwen gave Steve before he got on the bus this morning should go a long way," laughed Kate. "That redhead with the legs had better not show her beautiful face around Sparta again. Gwen's determined to make Steve forget she exists, and she has what it takes to do that. I didn't see any redhead pull Steve out of that river!"

The group arrived at the football team's hotel a few hours before kick-off. The ladies carried Laura's medical supplies to the room Steve shared with Billy. Billy opened the door when Laura knocked, and showed his relief.

"I was worried you guys would get here too late or something. Coach is watching Steve like a hawk. Steve winced a couple times in practice yesterday and coach was all worried about him. He has to be ready to go this afternoon or we're in big trouble. Coach would rather lose the game than risk any kind of serious injury to a player," finished Billy.

Laura quickly cut away Steve's bandages and the wrap that held it in place. She carefully cleaned the cuts and asked Gwen to gently rub some antibacterial ointment over them. Gwen flushed momentarily and then picked up the ointment and began her ministrations. As she worked on Steve's chest, he thanked Gwen and Laura.

"You two are the best. How many guys get such beautiful women to dress a few cuts? Coach said he wants you nearby for the game, Doctor ... I mean Laura. I was going to ask if it was personal or professional, but he's wound way too tight to joke around with today. He's going to the big dance in his first year as head coach and he's feeling the stress," worried Steve. "You need to convince him that I'm okay and a little blood's not a life threatening situation."

Paula watched Gwen treat Steve as he spoke to the young doctor. Small wonder Gwen asked about birth control pills! Paula felt her own face get warm and noticed that Kate was squirming in her seat as she watched Gwen work on Steve's chest.

Steve was taped and bandaged to Laura's satisfaction just as the call came for the team to board the bus for the stadium. Gwen made a point of kissing Steve in front of her sister and mother and wishing him luck.

"Mom, how can Gwen change so much? Two months ago she didn't even speak to boys. Now she's kissing the school stud every chance she gets. Did Steve do this to her?" wondered Kate quietly as Gwen walked with Steve to the bus.

"It's a part of her expanding her horizons and growing up. She's always been a mature thinker for her age. Now her body and mind are on the same level and she's becoming more confident and accomplished every day. Your sister's headed for great things if she continues like this. Steve seems to be the catalyst that draws out Gwen's strength, courage, and confidence," reasoned Paula. "The next few years are going to be a real trip."

The Windsor Warriors were the defending state champions. They had not lost a football game in well over a year. They featured a brutal defense that punished its opponents. The offense was mediocre, but with the defense constantly providing them with great field position, it was sufficient. Windsor players and coaches read the papers and watched the news, the same as everyone else. They realized that Sparta relied heavily on the strong right arm of its big quarterback, and their plan was simple; neutralize Steve Hammer.

As the players warmed up, the spectators began to file into the stadium. Lisa and two girlfriends joined her family as they entered the arena. The game was being played on the home field of Lisa's university. The huge television screens hanging at either end of the field gave some of the fans a few seconds of fame as their faces were displayed.

Shortly before the start of the game, Laura prodded Gwen in the side and pointed at the huge screen. To her amazement, Gwen saw herself and Steve performing their signature dance. She then watched the video of the water rescue as it played on the big screen! The fans were cheering and whistling as they watched. Sparta colors were everywhere on the east side of the stadium and the fans were pumped up and yelling approval. As she watched, Gwen saw her face fill the screen and she broke into a huge smile as the crowd cheered even louder.

The game itself turned out to be a defensive struggle. Steve spent almost as much time on the ground as he did on his feet. His offensive line was badly overmatched by Windsor's defense. He had to throw quick passes to the tight ends and the running backs before being hit by blitzing linebackers or the two big defensive ends. Still, he managed to lead Sparta downfield for a tying touchdown just before half time.

Every time Steve left the field, Coach Watkins was in his face, asking him how he felt and if he was experiencing any pain. For his part, Steve always shook his head and smiled back at his coach, telling him that he felt fine.

Halfway through the third quarter, Steve found Derek Johnson racing down the left sideline with a perfect pass from Sparta's ten yard line. The TV announcers insisted that it traveled well over sixty yards in the air. The extra point was blocked, so Sparta led for the first time, 13-7. The lead held up until Tyler Smith coughed up the football at midfield after making a circus catch and trying to run for more than was there. A Windsor helmet hit the ball under his arm and dislodged it. Windsor recovered and scored a touchdown just before the quarter ended. After three quarters of play, the score was 14-13, Windsor.

As the teams switched sides for the final stanza, Gwen felt Kate pulling on her sleeve. She turned to face Kate, only to see Kate staring at the huge screen hanging over the end zone area. There, in full glory, was the bitch that Gwen had seen meet Steve at the restaurant! Gwen watched in shock as the announcer identified her as Amber O'Leary, the daughter of the governor-elect! She was attending the game with her parents, Patrick and Janice O'Leary. Kate watched her sister's face turn dark. Somehow she had known this was the woman that Gwen had described in such detail over the past few weeks. Gwen's appearance confirmed Kate's suspicion. By this time all of the Anderson women, as well as Laura, had seen Gwen's reaction to the woman on the screen.

Gwen forced herself to return her attention to the playing field and smile, but no one was fooled. Gwen was close to tears and her sisters moved closer to her to show support. Then the fourth quarter began and everyone's attention returned to the game. Sparta received the kick-off and moved the ball for two first downs. Then a blitzing linebacker avoided the attempted block by the running back and hit Steve at full speed. Somehow, Steve managed to hang onto the football, but it was ten yard loss and Steve was slow getting up. A murmur began going through the crowd.

"Hear that?" asked Laura. "Steve has blood leeching out between the numbers on his chest! Look! You can see his jersey isn't very white in front. I doubt if it's anything serious, but Coach Watkins won't like this one bit."

As Laura predicted, Steve's replacement came running onto the field, signaling for Steve to go to the sidelines. Knowing better than to disobey the coach, Steve trotted off the field and up to Coach Watkins. The fans could see the two engaged in a lively discussion. Meanwhile, Joe Lent, the replacement quarterback lost two yards on the next play and three more on third down. The punting team was sent in. After a very decent punt and a five yard return, Windsor had the ball at midfield again, with less than five minutes to play.

Steve turned to his teammates as the defense prepared to take the field and yelled, "Guys, you've got to hold 'em and get the ball back! We can win this! Get the ball back in our hands!"

The players stopped to stare at Steve as blood blotted out most of the number 12 on his jersey. Steve was waving his helmet and urging his teammates on.

"Holy shit!" muttered Will Stevens, the captain of the defense. "That guy's giving his blood for this team. Maybe we better stop these bastards and get that ball back!"

Dr. Laura Masters had made her way to the coach's side and was engaged in a very animated conversation with him. The Sparta fans found it almost as interesting as the game. They couldn't hear what was being said, but could tell that it was emotional, and quite frank.

"Get your head out of your ass, Coach!" yelled the young M.D. "He has lots of blood. It always looks worse than it is. I positively guarantee that he'll easily be able to finish the game. Think of the damage you're doing to these kids. They've worked their asses off to get here. They deserve a coach that stands behind them and gives them every chance to win. You pull Steve now and you'll forever be known as the goddamn wimp that lost the only championship game Sparta ever reached. The kid is ready to play. He wants to play. His doctor is telling you that he can play. How much time will be left if you get the ball? A couple of minutes? Give the kids the chance to walk out of here winners!" pleaded Laura.

Windsor managed to run the ball for a couple first downs. After the next first down, the ball was on the ten yard line. Two running plays later and with the ball on the seven yard line, the two minute warning was given. After the warning, another running play netted another yard. Windsor lined up for the field goal attempt. It fooled no one when the place holder tried to run around the left end for the touchdown. Every kid on the Sparta team had seen Windsor run the same play on the videos they had studied. The runner was pushed out at the five yard line. Sparta got the ball back on downs with a minute and twenty seconds left on the game clock and no time outs.

"Steve, I want you to use three receivers and keep everyone else in to block. We're just 95 yards from victory. Now go get it!" yelled Coach Watkins to Steve and the other players.

Steve quickly explained the play and calmly walked his team to the line of scrimmage and looked over the defense. Billy snapped the ball and Steve dropped three steps and looked right. His line held the defenders at bay so Steve had time to turn and throw a pass to the left side. Derek Johnson was racing deep down the left side when he suddenly turned and broke for the sideline. As soon as he made his turn, the football was in his chest and he ran out of bounds for a 25 yard gain. The crowd cheered the play but quickly turned quiet as Sparta lined up again. This time, Steve looked right, looked left and then rifled a pass back to the right. Jeff Wander had started deep then faked toward the center of the field and then turned as the football hit his chest. His momentum carried him out of bounds at the 45 yard line of Windsor. With just over a minute left, Steve once again stood over center and called the signals.

This time Steve looked For Derek Johnson, but two defenders were covering him. Jeff Wander had become tangled with a Windsor safety and the two went down in a keep. As the protection broke down, Steve swung the ball out to his running back, Les Turner. Les ran across the width of the field to elude tacklers and then headed down the far sideline. He was shoved out of bounds at the 25 yard line with four seconds remaining in the game.

Sparta's field goal kicker was their weakness. He was unlikely to make anything over 25 yards and this attempt would have been around 45 yards. Sparta was left with only one option. They had to go for the touchdown.

Steve quickly called the play and strode to the line. Once again Billy snapped the ball and Steve dropped three steps and looked downfield. Everyone knew it would be the last play of the game and Sparta had to put the ball in the end zone. Windsor had six men play back to prevent a completed pass in the end zone. As Steve scanned the field, he saw the middle linebacker knock a blocker down and head for him. As he prepared to try to duck the rush, Billy Marsh suddenly came from the left side and delivered a block on the linebacker that jarred him to the ground.

Suddenly Steve saw Tyler Smith drift to the left side of the back of the end zone. Two defenders were sprinting toward him when Steve made his decision. He could get the ball to Tyler if he threw it hard enough. Steve pulled back the ball and fired it as hard as he could to Tyler Smith, who was standing in the back corner of the end zone, about 40 yards away.

From that moment forward, when someone spoke of "The Pass" in Sparta, they were referring to the 40 yard bullet Steve Hammer drilled into Tyler Smith's stomach. When someone referred to "The Catch", it was Tyler Smith wrapping his arms around the football in his stomach and falling backward in the corner of the end zone. When they spoke of "The Drive" they were referring to the four play, 95 yard drive, that Sparta put together in a minute and twenty seconds against the state's top ranked defense to win the state title.

There was a stunned silence for a few seconds. Then the officials held up their arms to indicate a touchdown. Bedlam ensued. Fans screamed, whistled, and yelled as they streamed onto the playing field.

Gwen had been watching the final drive with her family and Laura, and Lisa's friends. "God, is he cool or what?" asked one of Lisa's friends. "He acts like it's a day at the beach. That's some boyfriend your sister has there. He's a way better player than our team's quarterback, and he's 23 years old!"

When Tyler Smith clutched the football to his stomach and fell to the ground in the end zone, Gwen was on her feet with every other Sparta fan, momentarily too stunned to speak.

"We won! We're state champs! What a pass that was. I hardly saw it; it went so fast. How did Tyler ever catch it?" yelled Kate.

"Come on, Gwen. Your boyfriend needs some attention I can take care of the medical stuff but you're the only one that takes care of the rest. Let's go tend to our star!" urged Laura.

They found Steve surrounded by players and fans that reluctantly parted for his girl friend and the lady doctor. Laura was surprised at how red the front of Steve's jersey was. She quickly grabbed his hand to lead him from the crowd. Before he took a step, Steve reached down and took Gwen's hand in his. Then he followed Laura to the locker room.

"They'll be celebrating for quite a while, so we should be able to get Steve cleaned up and re-bandaged without many distractions," asserted Laura as she sat Steve down on the bench in front of the lockers and began peeling his bloody jersey over his head.

Gwen gasped when she saw how much blood had soaked into his bandages. "It isn't as bad as it looks. Blood always looks magnified. He'll be fine. We need to cut these old bandages off and get him cleaned up."

Laura pulled out her scissors and began cutting the bloody wrappings as players and fans began entering the locker room laughing and celebrating. As soon as they saw Steve, they went quiet. Laura ignored the onlookers and worked on removing the dressing with Gwen's help.

Gwen heard the telltale sound of high heels. She turned in time to see Amber O'Leary, with a concerned look on her face, striding directly toward Steve. With no conscious thought, Gwen stood up and purposely stepped between the redhead and Steve. Amber O'Leary came to a sudden stop as she looked Gwen over from head to toe.

"So, it's the incredible Gwen Anderson herself," began Amber as she raised her eyebrows, and smiled slightly. "Also known as 'The Lady in Red', and the 'Heroine of the Emerson River Rescue'. The same girl that's trying to raise enough money to expand a hospital; and all of this as a senior in high school. It appears that you're trying to keep the daughter of the next governor of this state away from Steve Hammer. It even looks like you're ready to fight, if necessary. All of this for that bloody guy sitting behind you, Ms. Anderson? Or may I call you Gwen?"

A couple of the onlookers gasped at Amber's declaration and Gwen's defiant reaction to her presence. Other than that, there was total silence in the locker room. Gwen raised her chin and took a small step closer to the redhead. The two women were about the same height and build. They stood chin to chin with Gwen's chest now rising and falling rapidly, and her hands clenched as she awaited her adversary's next move.



Lady in Red Ch. 06



Steve had been sitting still, eyes closed and relaxing as much as possible as Laura and Gwen worked on removing his bandages. He never realized that Amber O'Leary was in the room until he heard her speak to Gwen. His eyes popped open and he began to rise until Laura placed her hand on his chest and gently pushed him back. He saw Gwen step in front of Amber in an obvious attempt to keep her away from him. What a time and place for Gwen and Amber to meet!

"You're an amazing woman, Gwen," laughed Amber as she stepped forward and wrapped Gwen in a tight embrace. Steve felt some relief that Amber was working to defuse the situation, but wondered if it would be good for him in the long term. How would Gwen react to Amber's stories of their meeting over a year ago?

"You must realize that I can't steal that guy from you," whispered Amber into Gwen's ear. "I already have a great guy and he'll probably propose to me at Christmas. I want to be your best friend, or at least one of them. Steve is an amazing guy, but you're perfect for him. You're even willing to fight for the guy! I really like that."

As Gwen digested Amber's words, her arms came up to return the embrace. "I'm sorry if I acted a bit possessive, but you're so beautiful and I saw you have dinner with him at Dominick's a few weeks ago. I hate to admit it, but I was really jealous. You're so beautiful!"

Steve was close enough to hear the two women's conversation. Gwen had seen him with Amber? That was news. Small wonder Gwen had been so aloof the past few weeks! Thinking about it, he was lucky she still cared enough to drag his ass out of the river. She thought he was seeing Amber for a romantic date! Amber was at least 24 and wouldn't be interested in a kid like him. How could Gwen even think he and Amber would be involved in any way?

"Gwen, I could use a little help here," called Laura. "Steve really needs to take a shower before we bandage him again. Let's get this off him and get out of the locker room so these kids can shower. The testosterone is getting pretty pungent in here."

Gwen quickly returned to Laura's side and helped her remove the bloody bandages from Steve's torso, as Laura spoke to Steve. "Take a nice long shower and get some pants on. After everyone's done, call Gwen. We'll come back in and wrap you up one last time before I stitch you up tomorrow at the hospital."

Coach Watkins cleared his throat to speak. "I know it's a bit unusual to have so many people in the locker room, especially females. But this is an unusual situation. We're the state champions! The next governor of our great state is here, along with his wife and daughter. Our local reporter, Amber Stahl is here, as is Dr. Laura Masters. Many of the players' parents are here, and proudly so.

"As you may, or may not know, after every victory, it's been our tradition to award the game ball to the person the team felt contributed the most to our victory. During the regular season, a player could only win the honor once. For the title game today, all bets are off and everyone has been considered.

"It's a real honor for me today to present the game ball for the championship game. This honor is an unanimous choice by our team. We've had an exciting season and the past few days have been a roller coaster ride. How this team was able to put aside all the distractions and focus on the game, I'll never know.

"I've given a lot of thought to the events of the other day when Glen's nephews where trapped in that submerged car. In the entire crowd of hundreds, and perhaps thousands, only one person committed himself to diving into that cold water to save those kids. That was Steve. Only one person jumped into the water to help Steve even before he surfaced. That was Gwen Anderson. Only one person realized that Gwen would not be able to pull Steve up that bank and jumped into the icy waters to help her. That was Billy Marsh.

"I've been kicking this around since the whole thing happened. What was wrong with me? With the other parents, and the other players? Why is it that none of us risked our lives to help those kids in that car, or even Gwen and Steve afterward? Am I a coward? Are all of us cowards? I've done some soul searching about this. I've finally reached the conclusion that most of us all acted in a normal human fashion. We stood there horrified and uncertain as to what we should do. There are a few people that do not think through situations like that. They simply decide what needs to be done and take action. Steve is one of those rare types.

"It doesn't make the rest of us less human, or less brave. It simply shows that Steve has certain rare qualities the bulk of humanity lacks, especially under stressful situations. Gwen has those qualities. Billy Marsh exhibited them as well. Any of us could have attempted to do what they did, but we watched. Our reaction was the average, or normal reaction. Don't beat yourself up over it, but appreciate greater than average courage when you see it. And we sure saw it!

"To get to the point, the team has decided to award the Sparta State Championship game ball to Gwen Anderson! The team believes that her actions two days ago saved Steve Hammer, and our football season."

Steve had been watching Gwen as Coach Watkins delivered his speech. She blushed at the mention of her name for saving the children and Steve, but when the coach handed her the game ball; her mouth fell open in stunned amazement. Tears formed and rolled down her cheeks. She accepted the ball in one hand and hugged the coach with the other arm as everyone cheered.

Then Jared White, the big defensive end, stepped up to Gwen with open arms and declared, "You owe us all a hug, Girl!"

Without hesitation, Gwen rushed to him and gave the burly black senior a kiss and a hug. Soon she was hugging and kissing every player that stepped in line. The tears never stopped, even as her smile seemed to grow with every hug.

Jared eventually moved next to Steve and slapped him on the back. "That's a great girl you've got. I always thought she and her smart friends felt they were better than us, but she's a regular girl. Well regular, except for nicer tits and a prettier face than anyone else in the school."

Just as Jared finished his statement, Gwen appeared in front of them. "I heard that, Jared White! Don't think you're going to get away with that kind of talk!"

"I'm sorry, Gwen," apologized Jared. "I was just joking..."

Gwen quickly pulled Jared's face down and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. As she released him she laughed, "Don't make a habit of talking about me like that, but I'll take it as a compliment today, Big Guy! I'm too excited to be upset. Now for your hug and kiss, Steve!"

Steve marveled at Gwen's ability to control the room with her warmth and personality. He stepped up to her, and warned, "You'll have to wait for that hug. I'll get blood all over your clothes, but I'm sure ready for that kiss."

Gwen leaned in as Steve bent down to kiss her. Knowing the whole room was watching, they made it quick, but there was no mistaking the sparks that flew. Once again, Coach Watkins cleared his throat, and Steve stepped back from Gwen.

"I have to ask all visitors, especially females, to leave the locker now. These guys have a lot of dried sweat and dirt to scrub off before we board the bus for Sparta. Thank you, everyone for your support. Special thanks to Dr. Laura Masters, who you may have noticed, performed a neat piece of surgery on me near the end of the game. She somehow managed to get my head out of my ass. That was her professional diagnosis and she managed to correct the problem, at least temporarily."

"Gwen, would it be okay if I gave your boyfriend a quick kiss, before we have to leave?" requested Amber O'Leary.

Gwen beamed as she nodded her head. As long as Amber referred to Steve as her boyfriend, and asked permission for any special interactions, Gwen could be friendly with the older girl. Gwen helped Laura collect her things as Amber gave Steve a pretty substantial smack on the lips. Gwen smiled as she realized that Steve had just seen her kiss nearly every guy on the team. It seemed that a lot of girls wanted to kiss Steve, and apparently the guys were finding Gwen rather acceptable these days.

As the fans began leaving, Jared once again spoke to Steve. "Gwen has totally changed from last year! She'd never have hung around athletes, never would have kissed one, let alone a room full of them, and she kissed us black players, too. She treats all of us the same. She's come a long way. You're good for her, and she sure isn't doing you any damage either! You'd be at the bottom of the river if it weren't for that girl. You're a lucky man."

Paula, Kate, Lisa and her two friends, had waited around outside the locker room for Gwen. Angela Walker had joined them as they talked about the game and how great it was for Sparta to finally win a state title. They were there when the fans began filing out of the locker room. Lisa was the first one to spot Gwen wiping her eyes as the daughter of the governor hovered near her.

"What've you done?" demanded Lisa, as she strode up to Amber, stopping only when their faces were inches apart. "You had no business being in there. You can't hold a candle to Gwen! Steve knows that. You think having a famous father makes you special? Let me tell you..."

"Hello to you, too," laughed Amber. "You must be one of the beautiful Anderson sisters, probably Lisa. Steve told me that you and Kate were drop dead gorgeous, but I thought he was probably exaggerating a little. I can see now that he was right. He did neglect to tell me just how tight your family is, however. You're ready to fight for your sister, and she was ready to fight for Steve."

Lisa was flummoxed. She had verbally attacked the girl and insulted her eye to eye. She expected yelling, cursing, maybe even a catfight, but not laughter and compliments. Suddenly Kate was at Lisa's side.

"Steve said I was drop dead gorgeous? Did he really say that? I'm Kate, Gwen's other beautiful sister. Did Steve tell you about us the night Gwen saw you having dinner with him at Dominick's? I knew he wasn't running around on Gwen. Are you Steve's cousin or something?" finished an exuberant Kate.

By the time Kate finished her rant, all the women, including Lisa, were laughing. "Everyone, I want you to meet my friend, Amber O'Leary. This is my sister Lisa, my sister Kate, my mother Paula, my teacher Ms. Walker, and Lisa's friends, Donna and Susan. Amber is our future governor's daughter and, as it turns out, a friend of Steve's, but not that kind of friend!"

"Why are there tears on your face?" asked Lisa. "I thought that Amber had pulled some kind of stunt in there that upset you. I'm sorry for what I said, Amber, but I still don't understand what's going on."

"You missed it, but it'll probably be on YouTube now that I think about it," replied Gwen with a smile. "I was ready to tear into Amber almost as bad as you were, Lisa. Then she told me she had a boyfriend that would soon be her fiancé. That relaxed me real fast. I was all teary-eyed just now because the team awarded me the game ball! I'm still all emotional about it. They gave the game ball for the state championship game to me! It'll probably be in a trophy case with my name on it. Can you imagine that?" 

"Let me see if I have this right," interjected Angela Walker. "In the last half hour or so, both you and your sister, Lisa, have practically threatened the daughter of our next governor with bodily harm. Now that same young woman is one of your best friends. The football team that just came from behind in the last seconds of state championship game to win its first ever state title, and awarded you the game ball. Does that pretty well cover it?"

"Except that Gwen hugged and kissed just about every guy on the team, especially her hunk of a boyfriend, after helping remove his bloody bandages to expose that amazing body, ... upper body, that is," laugher Amber.

"I'd say that it's been a pretty full day for you already, Gwen. The rest of the day will seem pretty boring after all of that," suggested Ms. Walker.

"Only if you consider having dinner with the incoming governor of this great state, and his family, boring," boomed Patrick O'Leary as he walked up behind Amber. "I've reserved a room at a local restaurant for dinner this evening. I already spoke to the coach about allowing Steve to remain behind while the others travel back to Sparta on the team bus. He's agreed, providing someone is willing to offer Steve a ride home. Would any of you consider doing me that small favor?"

"We will!" responded Gwen and Kate simultaneously, before breaking into laughter.

"That's settled then," chuckled Patrick O'Leary. "Now, will you ladies join me for dinner once Steve is dressed? I understand that Dr. Masters and Ms. Anderson are going to bandage him up one final time this afternoon. Hopefully that won't take too long, and then we'll meet for dinner."

Gwen and her family and friends were standing near the locker room entrance when Jared White and a couple of other players strolled out. Seeing Gwen, he headed in her direction.

"I was going to try to talk you into forgetting Steve and going out with me, but now that I see your three sisters standing here, I don't know which one of you to ask," revealed Jared shaking his head sadly. "This is a real problem."

"Three sisters?" asked Gwen as she followed Jared's eyes. "I have two sisters. Who did you think was my other ... my Mom?"

"Your mom?" replied Jared, as he tried to act surprised. "I thought she was your sister."

"You guys are all alike! You've seen Mom at tons of school events. You knew she was my mother. You're a smooth tongued devil, Jared! I'm going to have to warn Steve about you."

"Just don't tell your father," chuckled Jared. "I almost forgot, the locker room is empty now. You ladies can tend to your ailing superstar. How one guy can attract so many babes is beyond me!"

The Anderson women, Angela Walker, and Dr. Masters all laughed as they headed for the locker room. Lisa's two friends had declined the dinner invitation knowing the governor wanted to meet with the group from Sparta, and had gone back to their dorm. Steve sat on the bench in front of his locker when the group entered the room. He was wearing his sneakers, jeans, and a smile.

"I've missed you more than you'll ever know," stated Lisa, as she rushed to be the first to Steve. She carefully sat on his lap and gently touched his chest. Then she kissed him on the lips and stood up, wiping her eyes.

"When I watched that video of the river rescue, my heart was in my throat. We came so close to losing you. Gwen would've been destroyed. Kate and I wouldn't have been much better. Thank God that Gwen was there and so determined to keep you safe," cried Lisa quietly, before sniffling and turning to her family. "Now let's get this guy trussed up so we can feed him."

Paula had been surprised at the depth of Lisa's emotions when she saw Steve. It had been obvious that Kate had a big time crush on her sister's boyfriend, but Lisa surprised her. She was older and had gone out with quite a few boys over the years. Still, it was obvious that Lisa was drawn to Steve. If Gwen were not her sister, realized Paula, she'd be working to make Steve hers.

Steve had begun to stand up when Lisa had hurried up to him and dropped into his lap. He saw the concern mixed with sadness in Lisa's eyes as she leaned in to kiss him. He knew that if he hadn't fallen so fast and so hard for Gwen, Lisa would occupy all of his thoughts. She was sexy, smart, fit and amazingly beautiful. With the exception of Gwen, Steve had never seen Lisa's equal, although Kate was rapidly getting there.

As Laura and Gwen worked on getting Steve bandaged, Kate decided to quiz him. "Did you tell the governor's daughter that I was drop dead gorgeous? Did you mean it? Do you really think that, or did she make it up?"

Steve blushed a little, then smiled. "I did mention that Gwen had some attractive sisters. I don't know if I used the term 'drop dead gorgeous' or 'supermodel looks and figures'. I know it was one or the other, or maybe even both. Are you upset at me for talking about you, Kate?"

"Yeah, I'm pissed!" responded Kate. "I'd have your babies right now if I could!"

"Kate!" scolded her shocked mother. "Ladies don't talk like that! You were way out of line. You've probably embarrassed Steve with that outburst."

"This is quite a family unit," laughed Laura. "It's a good thing your daughters are so close to each other or there'd be hell to pay. This guy's managed to cast a spell over three gorgeous sisters. Normally, that's a formula for disaster, but I've seen how Lisa and Kate stick up for Gwen, and how proud they are of her. That puts this whole thing on a different level. It's quite touching, actually."

Steve had been surprised at Lisa's emotions, and was stunned at Kate's declaration. Kate had made no bones about her feelings for him, but his talk about treating her like a sister should have solved that situation. He realized that he had to always be careful to not mislead Lisa or Kate. He'd do anything for them, but Gwen was the sister for him. Of that, he was certain.

"Okay, Steve you can put your shirt on now. Sorry, ladies," grinned Laura. "Let's get to dinner so we can all find out how it happens that Steve's on a first name basis with the governor-elect and his family. Maybe he'll fill us in during the ride to the restaurant? No, scratch that idea since Angela will be driving her car, and she won't want to miss this soap opera."

Steve had no illusions of keeping anything from the Anderson's and friends any longer. Amber had given him enough time to talk to Gwen. As it turned out, Gwen had seen Amber and Steve having dinner that evening. That caused her to be less than eager to be alone with him. It was only in the last couple days that Gwen showed signs of forgiving him for a sin he didn't really commit, but which had upset her greatly.

Patrick and Janice O'Leary greeted them warmly as they entered the private room he had reserved. "Thank you all for coming! I'm so excited to meet all of you. Steve has really done well for himself. That's no surprise. He's made some wonderful friends in a relatively short time. Of course, he did have a lot of promotion. Dancing and swimming with the lovely 'Lady in Red', saving small children from a watery grave, leading his football team to the state championship, and shattering all sorts of records in the process will garner more than a little attention."

Steve had been warmly greeted by Amber again as she hugged him hard and then kissed him on the lips. He was a little surprised at how warmly Janice O'Leary greeted him. She was a very attractive woman approaching fifty, with red hair and fair skin, like her daughter. After hugging him, she also planted a very friendly kiss on his lips and then hugged him again.

This did not go unnoticed by the Anderson party. Paula and Lisa exchanged glances while Angela Walker worked to conceal her disapproval. Gwen simply reached out and took Steve's hand and squeezed it, signaling to the other women in the room that he was her man.

"I see that you can tell that both Janice and Amber are fawning all over Steve. You're wondering about it, so I assume that Steve didn't find the time to tell you about our trip to Afghanistan last year. Please be seated. We'll order our meal and then you'll get to hear a little story that should clear up quite a few questions you may have," promised Patrick O'Leary.

Once the orders had been given, the future governor began his story. "I was a Congressman last year at this time. I was on a congressional committee that has oversight on matters concerning foreign relations. Along with several other Congressmen, I was scheduled to visit Afghanistan to view firsthand the progress our forces had made there. Somehow, Janice and Amber convinced me to take them along.




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"In my defense, I did ask the state department if it would be safe and I was assured that it would be. Several other Congressmen also brought some family members. We landed in Kabul on a Tuesday afternoon and were scheduled to tour north of the city the next day. The state department advised that it wouldn't be wise to take any of our family on that trip, as it was an 'unsettled' area.

"To demonstrate how well the Afghan forces were doing in their training, a couple dozen were assigned to protect our families while we were touring the northern area. It happened that we ran into Bill and Steve Hammer while we were there. Bill was a Navy Seal Commander and Steve was his son. They had just returned to Kabul on a flight from Germany. Janice, Amber and I had the great pleasure of dining with them the evening we all had arrived."

Kate had gasped when she heard that Steve's father was a Navy Seal. The rest of the group managed to keep their reaction under check. Steve had told them that his father had died in combat over a year ago. Now they were hearing that the O'Leary family had met Steve and his dad in Afghanistan.

"Steve was a big kid, even a year ago. He was well over six feet tall and well muscled, as I'm sure you ladies have noticed. His dad was an older version of Steve. One had only to look at Bill once, to know that he was a very capable man. We shared stories over dinner, including the fact that we were going north the next day and leaving our families in the capable hands of the Afghan military, along with four American Marines."

Gwen had been holding Steve's hand under the table and she felt it tense up as Patrick O'Leary got deeper into his story. Steve was very still and a fine bead of sweat appeared on his brow.

"As I now recall the situation, Bill's jaw seemed to tighten up when I explained the security plans. I later learned that he was very concerned about the lure of American VIP's to terrorists. He didn't want to alarm us, nor did he want to cause an incident between governments by making statements that insulted or demeaned the Afghan government," concluded the soon-to-be governor. "I see our dinners are being served, so let's eat. I'll bore you some more with my story soon enough."

"Dad feels strongly that the close friends of Steve's should know more about him and his past. He's not keen on talking about himself, or his experiences," stated Amber to the gathering as they ate. "My fiancé has been in two tours in Afghanistan and seldom speaks about it. Men that have gone to war don't usually enjoy talking about it. That doesn't mean that they don't think about it. Mom and I know a little about that. You'll understand and appreciate Steve even more after Dad finishes his story."

Steve ate quietly as he wondered how revealing his past would help him in the future. He had seen a little of the problems relationships can have when meaningful things were not revealed. Lying by omission was still lying, but telling the truth isn't always easy. Was it important for those people he cared for to know about his experiences half a world away? How would it affect their opinion of him? Wasn't it better to be judged by what you do and say, and not by something that happened a lifetime ago?

"Okay, I'll take up where I left off a while ago," began Amber's father. "Our junket boarded a convoy headed north the next morning. We were gone almost ten hours. When we returned to our hotel, armed Navy Seals and Marines were everywhere. We all rushed inside to find out what was going on. To our horror, we found an actual war zone. Everything was shot up. Blood was everywhere. Bodies with tarps over them were strewn across the lobby and even up the stairway. We were quickly ushered into a large meeting room in the rear of the hotel and reunited with our loved ones. You can imagine my relief when I saw Janice and Amber stand to greet me. They were dirty, covered in blood, and crying softly, but they were okay.

"It's taken me the better part of a year to pry everything they witnessed from Amber and Janice. It seems that about an hour after we departed, the Afghan troops assigned to guard our loved ones were, for some unknown reason, summoned to the other side of the city. Luckily, Bill Hammer was still at the hotel. He immediately notified the four Marines to be vigilant and put in a call to people he knew, strongly urging that Seals be sent to the hotel to protect American lives.

"Just before noon, Bill noticed unusual activity outside the hotel. He quickly notified all the American guests that they were in imminent danger and asked them to move to an upstairs meeting room. This hotel had just two floors. He and Steve dragged desks and other heavy pieces of furniture into the room and then asked the guests to stay behind them. Janice and Amber watched Bill give a handgun to Steve and then tell him that he was the last line of defense. If any terrorists made it through the door, his orders were to shoot to kill, and he was just barely seventeen."

Gwen felt tears begin to stream down her cheeks. She looked around the table to discover that she was not the only one with that problem. Kate and Lisa were crying openly and Paula was holding a napkin to her eyes. Laura was wiping her eyes with her hands while Amber and Janice were clutching each other as the tears poured down their faces. Ms. Walker had her head bowed while Steve sat like a statue, staring at his plate.

"The Taliban came through the front door, the side doors and the back doors, thinking they'd catch the four Marines by surprise. You just don't catch US Marines by surprise. Janice and Amber told me the shooting was so fierce and long that it sounded like a continuous roll of thunder. Finally, the shooting became sporadic and then it stopped. They told me that the silence was more frightening than the actual shooting. The families huddled behind the barricades praying that it was over.

"Suddenly the doors were smashed in and three Taliban rushed into the room firing assault rifle. In the mirrors that were hanging around the room, Janice and Amber saw young Steve Hammer stand with his handgun and return fire. As quickly as it began, it was over. The three Taliban that had burst into the room lay dead, each one shot twice through the head. Steve was coolly replacing his magazine as blood from a couple of relatively minor wounds began staining his shirt and pants. He cautioned everyone to remain where they were as he went to investigate.

"What Steve found were three dead Marines and a dead US Navy Seal; his own father. He rendered first aid to the badly wounded Marine after determining that the fight was over and the Taliban that were only wounded were disarmed. It was a short while later that a helicopter landed in front and a dozen Navy Seals poured into the building. They found seventeen dead Taliban and six wounded. They also found Steve saving the Marine's life as he worked to stop the bleeding.

"By the time our junket had returned, the dead Marines, Steve's father, along with Steve and the wounded Marine, had been evacuated from the premises. The blood on Amber and Janice was Steve's, since they had hugged him dearly before he was taken away. To avoid embarrassing the new government, the whole incident was downplayed. We were told that it would serve American interests better to not go public with the events of the day. Reluctantly, everyone agreed to go along with the story. What difference would the truth make? It wouldn't bring back those Marines, or Bill Hammer. So the public never heard of that battle in Kabul, or the bravery of those Marines and Bill Hammer. And that's why I feel you need to know Steve's history and why he's so reluctant to talk about the incident.

"We never saw Steve again. At least not until Amber saw a sports report one night a month or two ago describing the record setting efforts of the quarterback, Steve Hammer. Then she searched on YouTube and watched 'The Lady in Red' video, probably a hundred times. She couldn't wait to tell us that she'd found Steve, that he was well, that he was going to high school and playing football. Then she showed us the video. Janice cried like a newborn baby and I have to admit a few stray tears dripped down my cheeks, as well."

Gwen leaned over to Steve and kissed his cheek. Then she tucked her face in his neck and softly cried. "I think we'll all need time to digest that story, Mr. O'Leary," stated Ms. Walker. "It answers a lot of questions that I never thought to ask. Steve has assimilated very well into our school. He's well liked and respected, and he's a very capable student. His courage certainly can't be questioned. I suppose that in the long run, it's best if some of us that care about him understand where he's been. It's just a very surprising story. Who would've guessed that Steve's been combat tested already?"

"I wondered a little about those small scars on his left arm and right hip," admitted Laura. "But a strong, active young man, especially a football player, is likely to have a few scars and abrasions. Steve sure has his share now."

"Allow me to change the subject, if I may," replied Patrick O'Leary. "The inaugural will be on January 7th. That's a Saturday. I want to invite all of you to attend as my guests. That will include your husbands, boyfriends, significant others, or whomever you care to bring. Please plan on attending the Governor's Ball. Janice, Amber and I were hoping that Gwen and Steve would delight the crowd with their dance skills. Will you consider it and get back to me by Thanksgiving, if not sooner?"

"Sir, I would be honored to attend. I hope Steve feels the same way," smiled Gwen as she wiped away her tears. "We're trying to increase awareness of our senior class goal to raise money for a new wing to Sparta's hospital. This would be great publicity for us, and a tremendous opportunity to pitch our cause. What do you think, Steve?"

"Are you asking me to escort you to the Governor's Ball? If we went together and danced together, everyone would think that you're my girlfriend, and I'm your boyfriend," reasoned Steve, with the first smile he had shown all evening. "Are you willing to risk that, Ms. Anderson?"

"Actually, Mr. Hammer, I think I should be able to tell everyone that you're my boyfriend. In return, I would expect you to assure my sisters, all long legged redheads, big breasted cheerleaders, doctors, aunts, and mothers that you're my boyfriend, and that you're off limits. Can we agree to that?" asked Gwen.

"That means no more kissing the whole football team, the physics class, the seventh fleet, or anyone else, unless I'm present and consent to it. If you agree to those terms, we have a deal, although I sure hate to give up on sisters, and long legged redheads," laughed Steve.

"Gwen, you mentioned the hospital in your town," interrupted Amber's father. "As governor, I plan on making health care and all that goes with it a priority. I can't promise anything, but the state may be able to offer incentives, grants, low interest loans; things of that nature. We'll look into every angle and possibility to help your hospital expand."

"Sir, we'll hold you to that," asserted Laura. "Our hospital is small but we service a lot of people over a wide area. We're way too light on supplies like blood and plasma, as well as staff and equipment. We're fine for the occasional car accident, but a major incident, like a bus crash, would probably overtax our resources. Gwen's class has hit on a very real need in our area. I'll be coming up with Gwen and Steve to shake the trees for funds for the hospital every chance I get."

As dinner was winding down, Amber broached a new subject. "I haven't mentioned it, but after getting my undergraduate degree in marketing, I studied at a fashion institute in New York. Watching Gwen and Steve on video and in person makes me believe that I could design a line of clothes featuring you two. I would call the label 'Lady in Red', and it would feature mostly clothes for young women, but have some clothes for men, more or less intended to match with the outfits of the lady. I'd begin with swim wear and evening wear since Gwen has demonstrated how great she looks in both. I'd try to market it to a major retailer, even if they just carried it locally at first. We could earmark a percentage of the profits for your class hospital fund. Maybe Kate and Lisa would be willing to model some clothes for us as well. I think I'm pretty good at designing clothes that young women will want, and you Anderson women are just gorgeous.

"Would you be willing to meet with me on this? We'd need to form a company and agree on a lot of stuff, but essentially, I'd be working to enhance my career and you'd become household names and faces, and the hospital would get the bulk of the money, when it starts coming in. We'd be taking enough from the enterprise to cover expenses and the hospital fund could have the rest. Would you do it?"

"I will!" declared Kate immediately. "I'd love to be a model!"

"Wow! I'm so surprised," admitted Gwen. "This sounds like a great opportunity. Do you really think people would buy the clothes you made for us? We aren't rich and famous. I know you'd do a great job designing things, but would we be the best models? Lisa is incredible and Kate is really blossoming, but I've never modeled or anything. I'm not sure I could do it. What do you think, Lisa? Mom?"

"Sis, I saw you peel off your clothes on TV. I saw you show a mile of incredible cleavage when you leaned over Steve and saved his life on the banks of Emerson River. I saw you dance that first night, remember? So did thousands of other people when they watched the videos. I bet there're stills taken from those videos plastered on walls in garages all over America. I know Kate and I will do well at modeling, but you're the engine that would drive this venture. You're 'The Lady in Red'. I should get credit for loaning you my red dress that started the whole thing. Would Kate and I get to pose with Steve, by any chance?"

"We'll discuss this with Ted tomorrow," reasoned Paula. "We'll want a lawyer to assure us that the kids will be protected and the venture is grounded in good legal principles. We won't allow nudity, or have the girls exploited in any way. If we can fit everything inside those parameters, Ted and I will probably okay it."

"Is anyone interested in my feelings?" asked Steve. "I'm the one that could be forced to pose with these Anderson girls while they're wearing evening gowns and swim suits. How can you determine what sort of compensation I should get for that type of work?"

Angela Walker shook her head as she considered the events of the past few days. The water rescue had garnered all kinds of positive publicity. The football team won the state title. Now the governor-elect was promising to help the hospital raise funds, and his daughter was attempting to market the kids in a clothing line intended to assist the hospital fund! This thing was really gaining traction!

When dinner was over and everyone had thanked the governor-elect and his family for their hospitality, Angela Walker, with a twinkle in her eye, suggested, "Since I have an empty car and you're pretty full, Paula, why don't you let me give Steve a ride back to Sparta. I really don't mind."

"Thanks, Angela. That would give us more room. What do you girls think?" asked a grinning Paula of her daughters.

"I'm not riding back to Sparta, Mom, so it won't matter to me. I think Gwen might have something to say about it though. Sis, lend me that gridiron hero for a long kiss goodnight!" requested Lisa, as she stepped up to Steve and kissed him hard on the lips as Gwen looked on. "If you hadn't found this guy first, I'd be a cradle robber by now. Have a good trip back everyone."

Kate and Gwen made certain that Steve sat between them in the back seat. By the time Paula reached the interstate, Steve was asleep. Gwen turned sideways and gently pulled him to her so that once again, Steve was sleeping with his head on her chest. Gwen smiled as she stroked his temples and ran her fingers through his close cut hair.

Paula and Laura glanced at each and chuckled when they heard Kate ask, "Can I hold him for awhile if you get tired, or get a cramp or something, Sis?



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It was after eleven when the Andersons pulled into their driveway. Laura had been dropped off at her car in the hospital parking lot, and Steve had agreed to spend another night in Gwen's bed, without the pleasure of Gwen's presence. Steve had just nicely crawled into bed when he felt someone sit on the mattress near his head.

"Gwen? Is something wrong? Your dad wouldn't like you being in here. What is it?" asked Steve with concern.

"You're my boyfriend and I don't know anything about you. I just learned that you were in Afghanistan, and in a shootout with Taliban. I never dreamed you could've been in anything like that. I need you to tell me everything about your life. Will you be totally honest with me from now on?" asked Gwen quietly.

"Yes, I will. I realize that I've kept things to myself. It's a habit I've gotten into the past year or so. I've been alone a lot. I didn't know how you'd feel about that war story and kept putting off telling you, replied Steve. "I don't think this is a good time, or place to go into my life story. Your dad has some strong feelings about my behavior toward you. Having you alone in a bedroom with me, in the dark, at midnight sure doesn't fit with what he expects."

"You're not really afraid of my dad! You're way bigger and stronger than he is. That night he socked you, it looked like you hardly felt it. Why do you pretend to worry so about my father?"

"I don't pretend to worry. I do worry. He's your father. That means he deserves my respect. I would never go against him physically, no matter how many times he struck me. I like him, his way of caring for his family, and his love for his wife and kids. Your dad is the head of the family, even if you girls run all over him. That's because he allows it. If something serious came up, your father would take full control of the situation. You have a wonderful family, Gwen. Your mom and sisters are the best, but never sell your dad short. He's a man that takes his responsibilities seriously. I fear his anger, as well as respect his authority."

"Wow! I wouldn't have ever guessed that you thought my dad was such a good guy," admitted Gwen. "He sure put you through the wringer that first time you came to pick me up. Mom said later that if a boy is serious, he'll put up with almost anything the girl's father throws at him. I guess you must be very serious. I'll just give my boyfriend a goodnight kiss and leave. It's hard to believe that I'm really your girlfriend."

"It's hard for me to get my head around it, too. You're amazing. Give me that kiss and go dream about me; like I will about you."

Gwen leaned down and held her lips to Steve's for a few tantalizing seconds. "Time for bed, Young Lady," came Paula's voice from the dark doorway. "And that means Lisa's bed tonight. Good night, Steve."

Gwen drove Steve to the hospital the next morning and assisted Laura in preparing Steve for the needed stitches. Then she watched as Laura carefully sewed Steve's cuts closed. "You both understand that this really should have been done a couple days ago? However, having the state title in Sparta required that we postpone it. That was a great game. People are still all excited about it.

"Notice how close together I'm making the sutures. We don't want Steve to walk around like Frankenstein or something out of the 'Walking Dead', do we?" asked Laura rhetorically. "He should be totally healed in a few weeks with very little scarring, if any. Compared to the bullet holes here in his arm and hip, they'll look great.

"You kids have done a wonderful job promoting the hospital fund. We're getting calls about it now. We're setting up an account for the donations, and we'll acknowledge that they are a result of the senior class' efforts. You'll be able to add them to your class total. I'm becoming a minor celebrity just from being near you two. Do you think Coach Watkins would go to the Governor's Ball with me?" blurted Laura.

"You need to ask him, but I'd think he'd be delighted to attend an important even with a beautiful, single doctor on his arm," replied Gwen. "You're an M.D. Don't tell me that you're shy?"

"I'm not shy, but I've had some less than successful relationships. I want to do better than I did and I worry that asking the guy out will make me look desperate. It's not good for a woman to look too needy. Can you help me, Steve?"

"Sure, I'll see him today and plant the seed. He'll think it was his idea and be delighted when you accept his request for a date. I'll get him to ask you out on a date and let it take its natural course from there to a romantic night in the state capitol after the Inaugural Ball," grinned Steve.

"Do you think yelling at him to get his head out of his ass will make a difference," questioned Laura. "I was a bit harsh."

"Are you kidding? He's a football coach. You were speaking his language. If anything, it'll help your cause!" laughed Steve.

Sparta decided to hold a victory rally Sunday in the relatively safe confines of the school gym. When all the bleachers were extended and folding chairs set up on the floor, there was seating for several thousand. By noon Sunday, the gym was packed. Upon their arrival, Steve and Gwen were ushered to a small stage set up at center court. Most of the football team was already there and those they weren't, soon filed in. The festivities began shortly after noon with the principal leading the Pledge of Allegiance. He then turned the microphone over to Coach Watkins.

"Thank you everyone for coming out to show your support for the State Champions! The first order of business; however is to give the microphone to Edward and Barbara Tucker. They have something they'd like to tell us," stated Coach Watkins as Ed and Barbara Tucker worked their way to the stage.

"Everyone here knows what happened the other day," began an emotional Ed Tucker. "Our two kids were in a car submerged in the icy waters of Emerson River. They could have died. They would have died if not for the heroic efforts of Steve Hammer and Gwen Anderson. What they did was incredible! We have no wish to embarrass them with all kinds of praise and promises, but we, my wife and I, are indebted to them. We will never forget that. If our kids grow up to be like them, we'll be the happiest couple on the planet. Thanks, guys!"

The couple then walked over to Steve and Gwen and embraced them as the crowd cheered and whistled. Gwen and both Tuckers frequently wiped tears from their cheeks as they waved to the crowd. Steve somehow managed to keep his composure.

"Thank you, Ed and Barbara Tucker! That was an afternoon that none of us in attendance will ever forget. Now I want to introduce to you the person that was awarded the game ball for the Sparta State Championship game. This is awarded to the person the team feels did the most to help the team win the game. This vote was unanimous. The game ball goes to Gwen Anderson!" announced Coach Watkins as he held the ball in the air and waved Gwen to the microphone as the assembled fans hollered their approval.

"Thank you!" shouted Gwen to the wildly cheering crowd. She repeated it several times until the crowd began to quiet. "I've been given this tremendous honor because I helped the real hero of the game out of a tough situation last Thursday. He's the guy that led the team on 'The Drive', and threw 'The Pass' in the last seconds of the game. I'm just a girl that wasn't willing to give up her first boyfriend without a struggle."

The crowd roared with laughter at Gwen's remark. "Thanks so much for this honor. I realize how much it means to the team. Believe me when I tell you it means a great deal to me as well. What's most important is that those kids are okay, and that Steve is doing fine. Winning the state title is icing on the cake. Way to go, Sparta!!"

It took a few minutes for the coach to quiet the crowd down. He called each team member's name and asked if they wanted to speak. Several players advanced to the microphone to say a few words. Many were intimidated by the size of the crowd and said very little. Tyler Smith was a different story. When asked if he wanted to speak to the crowd, he strode forward to the front of the stage. Then he slowly raised his shirt so all could see his stomach. Just above his navel was a round purple looking bruise about as big around as a baseball. It took a few seconds for the crowd to realize what they were looking at before cheers and whistles erupted anew.

"Don't try to tell me that was an easy play!" hollered Tyler to the crowd. "If anyone here ever wants to try catching a Steve Hammer bullet pass, I'll help set it up for you!"

Finally, Coach Watkins asked Steve to come to the front and say a few words. Steve grinned and waved as the fans once again sounded their approval. He gathered his thoughts for a few seconds and then began.

"When I came to Sparta last summer, my goal was simply to get to play football on a regular team. I never had that chance before. I've played a lot with friends of my father's, and other service kids, but never in a real game with uniforms and equipment," admitted Steve as he considered his past. "Eventually, I came to realize that I was really hoping to find here was something entirely different. I wanted a hometown, a place I can tell people that I'm from. I wanted to be able to know kids, teachers, and parents. I wanted to be a normal kid with a normal life. I especially wanted to make some friends, some people with families that would accept me and make me part of their families. I didn't want to be alone anymore. This town, this school, these guys on the team, these teachers, and these students have been great to me. I feel like I've finally come home! Thank you Sparta! Thank you Billy and Gwen for pulling me out of that river Thursday. Thanks to everyone that's allowed me into their lives, and into their families. It means more to me than I can ever say."

Steve quickly wiped his cheeks with the back of his hands and moved to go back and stand beside Gwen. Gwen rushed into his arms and hugged him as the crowd once again cheered loudly. More than a few players on the stage found their eyes watering. Most of the ladies in the crowd and more than a few of the men had to blow their noses and dab at their eyes.

"That pretty well concludes our festivities here today," announce Coach Watkins once the din had lessened. "I'm proud of these kids and this school. No one thought we had a chance to even win the league, but we went all the way! Thanks everyone for all of the support throughout the season, and especially in the championship game. You're the reason we were able to do it! Thanks, and as you leave, check out the trophy case in the lobby!"

As the crowd began to leave and the players climbed down from the small stage, Steve approached his coach. "I have it from some pretty reliable sources that the single, and very attractive, Dr. Laura Masters would love for you to repay her efforts for the team with an expensive dinner at a nice romantic restaurant. If you want her to help next year, you'd better treat her right, Coach. Here's her phone number," added Steve as he handed a small slip of paper to his coach. "Call her soon, or she'll be all over my case."

"Thanks, Steve!" was all a stunned Coach Watkins was able to manage as Steve hurried away. Steve had seen his Uncle Joe in the last row of bleachers! He had never been able to get him to leave his apartment for more than a few minutes and was shocked to see him sitting in the gym.

"Uncle Joe!" called Steve as he hurried up to join his uncle. "I didn't think you'd come, but I'm so glad you did. What did you think? Did you see my girl? She's a beauty, isn't she?"

"Yeah, she sure is, Steve, and she's standing right behind you," chuckled Steve's uncle. "I kept seeing all this hullabaloo on TV. She's saved your ass a time or two and I wanted to meet her, so here I am. If you aren't too ashamed of me, would you introduce us?"

Before Uncle Joe could complete his sentence, Gwen had flung herself into his arms and hugged him tightly. Joe was taken by surprise, but soon found himself smiling as he patted Gwen's back.

"Girl, you sure make an old man feel good. I'm Steve's uncle and I've been watching you on TV. I had to meet you to thank you for saving Steve the other day. For a boy with the Navy in his blood, he didn't swim as well as he might have. I don't know what I would have done if something happened to that boy. I've grown pretty fond of him over the past few months."

"Uncle Joe, I'm so glad to meet you. Steve told me that he had an uncle, but that you didn't go out much, so I never thought to insist we go meet you at your place. I'm so sorry! You deserve to be treated a lot better than what we've done. Will you come to my parent's house for Thanksgiving Dinner on Thursday? You can bring your nephew, too."

"Ah, Miss, you don't want some old man ruining your dinner. Steve can go and I'll stay home and watch football on TV," replied Joe.

"Then we'll get some pizza or something and have dinner with you! We're not going to let you be alone on Thanksgiving, are we, Steve?" demanded Gwen.

"You see how she is, Uncle Joe. I can't argue with her and you won't have any more luck than I do. She's stubborn, headstrong, and thinks she's always right. Ever know a girl like that?"

"Your mother comes to mind," revealed Joe. "This lass reminds me of her. Not so much her looks, though your mom was a beauty, too. The way she carries herself and her personality is so much like Jen's. I can see why you picked her out at that mall that day, Steve. This girl's a 'stayer'. She doesn't have any quit in her; just like your mom."

Gwen wrapped her arm around Joe's and began to lead him from the bleachers. "Uncle Joe, maybe you can tell me a little about Steve's parents and his childhood. He isn't one to talk much about himself."

Steve shuddered a little as he followed Gwen and his Uncle down the bleachers. He knew how his uncle loved to tell stories. Gwen would charm him until he told her everything he knew and he'd even make up a few things to improve the tale.

The following morning at school was a memorable one for Gwen, Steve and Billy. The local volunteer fire company had requested a brief assembly first thing in the morning to honor the trio for their daring rescue of the Tucker twins. Steve, Billy, and Gwen were awarded medals and made honorary members of the company. When the fire company finished, the principal gave a brief speech about how the school had benefited from good publicity in the past few weeks. The school and its students were making state and national news for positive accomplishments. That was every school's goal and Sparta was doing it far better than any other school in the state.

When Steve and Gwen walked past the school trophy case, they had to stop and stare in surprise. The game ball with Gwen's name printed on it perched on a small pedestal. Hanging on the back wall of the case was Steve's football jersey with the number 12 barely discernible because of the blood that had soaked through it. Next to the jersey was a placard that simply stated "Spartan Blood".

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Steve arrived at the Andersons' home shortly after noon on Thanksgiving Day. As he guided his uncle up the driveway, he counted the cars in the drive. "There's going to be quite a few people here today, Uncle Joe. Don't let it bother you. They're all friends and some of the best people I've ever met. Mrs. Anderson is a fantastic cook. You'll have a great time."

"I hope you're right," replied Steve's uncle. "I don't like crowds very much. You know that. If that sweet talking girl of yours hadn't made such a big deal of it, I'd have stay home. I go out once to see my nephew after he wins the state football title and the next thing you know, I'm a regular globe trotter."

"We're only a few miles from home. Gwen and her family would've been really disappointed if we didn't come. Try to have a good time. I know you'll love the food," promised Steve.

When Steve rang the doorbell, the door was opened by an attractive woman in her sixties. "You must be Mrs. Anderson's sister. I'm Steve and this is my Uncle Joe Hammer. We're invited, Ma'am," added Steve as the woman stood in the doorway without indicating they should enter.

"Mrs. Anderson's sister? The girls told me you had were a smooth one, but you're better than I expected. I know Gwen told you her grandmother would be here. You know that's who I am. What you may not know is that I'm not as shy as my daughter. Give me a hug!"

Steve hugged the woman and picked her off her feet and swung her around. "Ma'am, you've got the best looking family I've ever seen. Your daughter's a beauty and your granddaughters are incredible; and it looks like they all get their looks from you!"

"No wonder Gwen's so wrapped up with you! I've never seen a stronger, better looking, more discerning young man in my entire life. Call me Caroline. Now come right in and meet everyone, including my husband. He's the man green with jealousy, over by the TV."

Steve made the rounds introducing his uncle to everyone he knew and being introduced to those he didn't know. Lisa greeted him with a solid kiss on the lips. Kate jumped into his arms and showered kisses all over his face. Paula smiled as she hugged him and then kissed him on the cheek.

"Gwen, your sisters seem to be awfully pleased to see your sweetheart here. Are you going to greet him properly or are you willing to let one of them steal him away?" chided Caroline.

Gwen stepped up to Steve and kissed him quickly on the lips. "Now girl, Lisa and Kate did way better than that. I saw you kiss him better on the national news. You were just telling me that he's your first boyfriend and how you worry about some other girl stealing him away. That little kiss isn't going to get the job done, is it Kate?"

"No, Grandma, it sure isn't. I think Gwen's a little shy in front of you. I've seen her do a lot better. Maybe she should watch Lisa and me again for pointers," suggested Kate as Steve marveled to himself at how much Kate was like her Grandmother, physically as well as in their attitudes.

"Okay, Grandma!" muttered Gwen as she pulled Steve down for a long, slow kiss.

"Mom! Look what you talked Gwen into," complained Paula. "That's no way to greet any man in a public place. Gwen, go to the kitchen and mash the potatoes or something. Mom, you go help her! Kate, stay away from Steve. Dad, can't you do something about your wife?"

Dinner was served on a huge table that expanded to seat around twenty. Paula's sister, Diane, and her family had been invited, along with a couple aunts and uncles. Steve kept a close eye on his uncle for the first half hour or so. It wasn't too long before Joe and Gwen's great uncle Howard struck up a conversation about the old days that seemed to last the rest of the afternoon.

"Mrs. Anderson, Mr. Anderson, I just want to tell you both how much Uncle Joe and I appreciate your hospitality. You've been very good to me since the first time I picked up Gwen for that dance. You know that Joe is all the family I have and it's a great feeling to have Thanksgiving with a close family like yours, where everyone respects and loves each other. Thanks," concluded Steve.

"You must have forgotten how Dad made you promise to preserve Gwen's honor that first night, and how he had to pop you on the chin another night," laughed Kate. "Mom told us that if you kept coming back after all of that, you had to be serious about Gwen. And you've kept coming back."

That caused questions to fly and soon Kate was telling the story of Steve's first date with Gwen, how Ted had cautioned him against everything fun, how she had opened the door on Steve and Gwen as they were preparing to kiss, and how Steve brought Gwen home one night in such a state that Ted flew off the handle and popped Steve on the chin. The stories prompted more questions and a great deal of laughter from everyone, young and old. Steve was a bit embarrassed by it all, but at the same time, felt a sense of belonging and family that had eluded him for some time.




Lady in Red Ch. 07



"You want to know what's really weird about all of this?" asked Gwen during a break in the conversation. "The other night, Steve told me how much he feared, and respected Dad. He said Dad's a great father and he's raised a wonderful family. He has every right to expect Steve to follow his rules! What kind of boyfriend sticks up for a girl's father?"

"A boyfriend that's in it for the long haul," responded Gwen's grandmother. "That's one sign of a young man with proper upbringing. He respects your father's authority. That tells us a lot about your young man."

"Steve and I are going to take a walk after we clean up and the men start watching football. I haven't had much alone time with him and I want to have him to myself for a little while. I can't be fighting off my sisters, cousins, aunts, mother, and grandmother all the time just to talk with him."

"Don't be gone too long," cautioned Paula. "We're going to be watching videos of you two at half time of one of the games. I want you both here to watch them with us."

A short time later, Steve and Gwen strolled down the sidewalk away from her house. "Steve, I haven't been alone with you very much in the last week or so. It was just a week ago that you dove into Emerson River to save those two kids."

"And you pulled me out in the nick of time. I'll always be in your debt. If you ever need something, or help with something, just let me know. I'll do just about anything for you, Gwen."

"I'll take you up on that. You'll have me around a lot, so save my life sometime and we'll be square. Saving lives seems to be a habit of yours anyway."

"Hello, Kids!" called Mrs. Henderson from her doorstep as the couple passed in front of her home. "I hope you're not going for another swim, Gwen! Is this handsome boy the one you saved last week? I'm Cynthia Henderson, and you've got to be Steve Hammer. Would you please come in for a minute and say hello to my family? They've heard all about my neighbor's daughter being the 'Heroine of the Emerson River Rescue". I kind of bragged that I knew you pretty well, Gwen. Please come in and meet my family."

Gwen looked at Steve and he shrugged as if to tell her it was her decision. "Okay, but only for a couple minutes. My family is expecting us back pretty soon."

As soon as they entered the home, they were besieged with well wishers. Steve answered questions about the football game, while Gwen covered the river rescue as quickly as she could.

"You're 'The Lady in Red'!" gasped a middle aged lady sitting in a recliner. "I love that video. You two look so vibrant, and in love. I've watched it a few dozen times. I didn't realize that you kids were the same ones from the river and the football team. I heard that you danced at the fire company's casino night. I wish I had known that you would perform. I'd have been there for sure. When do you think you'll be dancing again? I'd love to be able to see it."

"Actually, Steve and I'll be dancing at the Governor's Ball in January. Mr. O'Leary invited us the other day. It seems that Steve is a pretty good friend of his. I'd be willing to bet that it'll be on YouTube shortly afterwards," predicted Gwen. "Thanks so much for the hospitality, but we need to get home for dessert and football. My boyfriend loves his football!"

Gwen and Steve made it by two more houses before some kids from school trotted down the sidewalk to chat with them. "Come on in and meet my parents and aunts and uncles," coaxed a girl Steve knew as Sue. "They're dying to meet the guy that threw 'The Pass' and danced with 'The Lady in Red'."

Gwen and Steve soon realized that their walk was destined to be more of a tour, than a stroll. By the time they returned to the Anderson home, they had been invited into five homes to meet relatives and friends, besides the many people that greeted them on the sidewalk.

"What were you two doing for so long?' demanded Paula as she hustled the couple into the living room. "We expected you back an hour ago. Do I dare ask what took so long?"

"Mother! We kept getting invited into people's homes to say hello to friends and relatives. We never made it past Hickory Street. It took an hour to get that far and another forty minutes to get back. Everybody wanted to meet the guy that led 'The Drive' and threw 'The Pass' and saved two kids from drowning in the icy waters of Emerson River."

"I thought they were all asking to meet 'The Lady in Red' and "The Heroine of the Emerson River Rescue'. It seems that Gwen Anderson has become a source of great pride among the residents of this development," responded Steve, before he added. "Actually, the whole town loves their heroine."

"Well, I'm not surprised," stated Paula's mother. "She's just beginning to show her potential and you're helping a great deal with that. When I was here last Thanksgiving, Gwen insisted on going to her room to study after dinner. I was concerned about her being so reserved and introverted. Then I turn on the TV the other day and see her strip down to her bra and panties and dive into icy waters to help save two children and a very brave young man. I was amazed at how she's blossomed. Let's watch the videos and I'll tell you all about it."

The family was just finishing the videos when Paula asked Steve to help her serve dessert to everyone in the living room. Once she had him away from the others, she quickly let him know the actual reason she wanted him alone with her.

"Steve, I've watched the girls of mine when they're near you and I have a serious favor to ask of you. Please promise me that you'll try to never cause a rift between them. I'm afraid they're all falling in love with you. I worry how that could affect how close they are to each other. I've always been proud of the girls and how they supported each other and protected each other. Please don't give Gwen reason to resent Lisa or Kate."

Steve was dumbfounded. He blushed as he sought the right words to respond to Paula's request. "Mrs. Anderson, I've never tried to mislead the girls. Gwen is my girlfriend. I respect her. Kate and Lisa are absolutely beautiful, but Gwen is the daughter I want. I'll never do anything to harm Gwen in any way. I can promise that."

"I know you haven't misled them, but they're drawn to you like nothing I've ever seen before. I see how Lisa and Kate kiss and tease you. Gwen has to see it, too. Don't let their enthusiasm and beauty cause you to slip up. It would destroy Gwen and possibly this family," finished Paula.

"Mrs. Anderson, I promise that I'll not betray your trust, nor will I ever do anything to harm your daughters in any way. Kate and Lisa are like sisters I never had. Gwen is all I want. It should help relieve you to know that she told me that I could be her boyfriend, but there would be no sex. There's no danger there," assured Steve.

"I have your word. That's all I ask. You haven't learned when a girl says 'no' she often means 'yes'. You're an extremely handsome, desirable male. My daughters are all falling in love with you. Kate and Lisa love Gwen and they'll try to be good sisters to her, but I know the temptations they face. If you're very careful to show them boundaries, they'll probably respect them, but it won't be easy for them," worried Paula. "You're a wonderful young man and I couldn't be happier with the way you've helped Gwen. You're part of the family. I'm just not certain how big a part you are, or will become. Thanks for listening to a worried mom," finished Paula as she hugged Steve warmly.

"Mom! Is that why you needed Steve to help with the pie?" asked Kate as Paula quickly stepped back from Steve. "Next time, I'll bring in the dessert with Steve and you can listen to Grandma tell everyone what a heartbreaker she was way back when. I was kidding, Mom! You know that, right?"

Paula had left the room as Kate spoke. Kate looked after her and then swung around to Steve. "What was that all about? Did you say something to Mom to hurt her feelings?"

"Kate, your mom was just asking me to not hurt your feelings, or your sisters' feelings. She thinks that maybe you like me too much. You can understand her concern. It would be really bad if something should ever come between you and your sisters."

"Something like a big, handsome stud? I admit that I flirt a lot with you, but I thought you were safe since you love Sis so much. I like you an awful lot, but I know better than to expect you to fall for me. Do you want me to stop flirting? I will if you ask, but I really like being honest around you. I've never felt so free around a guy before. A lot of it's because you're Gwen's boyfriend. I think you'd cut off your arm before you'd hurt her."

"Kate, you're right about how I feel about Gwen. As long as you know that I'm truly falling in love with you, but like a beautiful little sister, we'll get along great. Be sure that Gwen understands our relationship, and maybe try to explain things to your mom a little better. She's afraid that I'll hurt you, or Gwen, or Lisa, or all three of you. I admire how much you three love each other and I'd feel terrible if I ever messed that up."

"Gwen knows how I feel, and how you feel. She's real smart. As long as you love her and always show her that you do, she'll never worry about me. A girl can hug, love, and tease her big brother, can't she?" asked Kate as she hugged Steve. "Gwen and I'll always be close and you're just making it better. I'll talk to Mom and have Lisa and Gwen do the same. She still thinks of us as little girls."

"So that's why we haven't been served our pie!" laughed Lisa as she came into the kitchen to find Kate in Steve's embrace.

"Mom told Steve that she's worried about him breaking our hearts, or even breaking up us sisters. I was telling him that as long as he loves Gwen, there'll never be a problem. She knows how much we like him. She also knows that we sisters stick together and he's safe with us, except we're going to hug and kiss him like a brother. Actually, not quite like a brother, but more like a sexy brother."

"Kate's right! We think the world of you, but Gwen's our sister. Mom should know better. You're Gwen's boyfriend. I've never seen anything like the way you two belong together. If you love Gwen like I think you do, Kate and I could never come between you, and we'd never want to. That said, I want some of that hug!" laughed Lisa as she moved under Steve's left arm to join Kate in Steve's strong arms.

"No wonder we're not getting any dessert!" came a calm voice from the doorway. "I leave you guys alone with my boyfriend for a few minutes and you're all over him. To think I was going to blame Mom for keeping him in the kitchen. Where is Mom?"

"Remember when Dad gave Steve 'The Talk' the first night you two went out?' asked Lisa. "Steve says that Mom just gave him another version of 'The Talk'. She's worried that this handsome, athletic, dancing, life saver will cause us sisters to argue and bicker and maybe even split apart the family. Mom seems to think that Kate and I will try to steal him away, or jump into bed with him or something. We were just telling Steve that we think the world of him, but you're our sister and we'll never do anything to ruin our sisterly bond. We told him that you're fine with us kissing him and hugging him as long as we all understand that he's your boyfriend. Why have such a handsome man in the family if we can't take advantage of him?"

"Mom was worried? About you and Kate liking Steve too much? About us having a falling out over him? I thought she understood us better than that. Listen to me, Steve.

"My sisters mean everything to me. I love them without reservation and I think they feel the same way toward me. It makes me feel really good when they show how special they think you are. It helps reinforce my faith in my judgment. They'll never have sex with you as long as you're my boyfriend, or mean something to me. I know that. They know that. It doesn't mean that they can't love you. We'll all love each others' boyfriends, husbands, significant others, or whatever they're called at the time. That is unless one of us falls in love with a jackass; then the other two sisters will let her know that fact immediately. We need to explain this to Mom."

"You just did, Sweetheart," sobbed Paula from the back door. "I was worried about you girls, but you're miles ahead of me. I'm sorry, Steve, for making a big deal out of something that was only a problem in my head. Let's get that dessert out before my mother shows up looking for us."

As the others enjoyed their dessert, Gwen revealed the schedule for the following day. "Amber O'Leary called a few minutes ago. She wants us to travel to the capitol tomorrow and plan on spending the night. She wants to get all of our measurements, including Steve's. Amber plans on having at least two new gowns for each of us girls for the Ball. She has the designs pretty well done but they need to be sure of our sizes, and then make the clothes. The hope is that her people will have at least one outfit done for us to try on Saturday, just so she knows she's in the right ballpark with cuts, colors, accessories and make up. Steve's tuxedos will be coordinated with my gowns, which should look incredible."

"Aunt Diane, could you work with Steve and me on a dance we can do at the ball?" asked Kate. "I don't want to be the ugly step-sister that sits around like a bump on a log. It would be cool if he and I had a special dance, if it's okay with Steve."

"I was thinking the same thing, Kate. Each of you should have a number that you can do at the dance that will be your own. We don't have much time and since you all have the same partner, you won't be able to practice together. Are you willing to work a lot of over time for this, Steve?" questioned Diane.

"Football is over so I have a lot more time now. If long hours holding the Anderson bombshells in my arms and dancing with them will help humanity, I'll give it my best shot. That's the kind of sacrifice I'm willing to make."

A bit later, Gwen's grandmother asked Steve to carry some dishes out to her car. "While I have you out here, I have a favor to ask. Paula's daughters are beautiful, confident young women. I don't have to tell you that. I'm worried about Diane's daughter. Stephanie is a lot like how Gwen used to be; only even more reserved. I watched her look at you with Gwen, Lisa, and Kate. She's feeling pretty lonely, ugly, unloved, unnoticed, and ignored. I can tell. I tried to get Diane to talk to you about it, but she felt it was unfair to you.

"Could you make it a point to notice Stephanie more and to make her feel more involved in everyday life, at least when you're around her? God knows that I don't need another granddaughter falling head-over-heels for you, but it doesn't seem to be hurting Gwen or her sisters, even a little bit. I'm not asking you to romance Stephanie or anything, but a few little actions on your part could make a big difference to her. Would you do that for the grandmother of your little harem, or whatever it is you have going with my granddaughters? It's hard to believe that I'm asking you to bring another granddaughter under your spell, but I worry about her."

"Ma'am, I don't know that I can be much help, but I promise that I'll make an extra effort to include Stephanie in things when she's around. I apologize for ignoring her. There's no excuse for rude behavior. I'll do my best."

"Young man, if I were forty years younger, you'd be in trouble! No wonder Paula's girls love you so much," praised Caroline as she hugged Steve and kissed his cheek.

"Pretty much what we suspected, isn't it, Sis?" observed Kate to Gwen as they came down the walk. "Grandma, it looks like you've joined the Steve Hammer Fan Club. Can you tell us what flimsy excuse you used to hug and kiss our guy?"

It was a little later that evening when Steve and his uncle were saying goodbye that Steve asked Diane, "Would it be okay if Stephanie and I worked on a dance we can do together? I hope to see her at a lot of affairs the next few years and I'd like to fool people into thinking I know what I'm doing. Since she lives with you, it shouldn't take too much scheduling. She could even fill in for one of the other girls if they couldn't make a practice. That way, I'd still be able to work on my steps. That is, if Stephanie's okay with it. What do you say, Steph? Will you help me learn a dance or two?"

Gwen and Lisa broke into huge grins while Kate's jaw dropped. Diane worked to keep a straight face as the women turned to look at Stephanie. She sat with the 'deer in the headlights' look for a few seconds.

"Well, I'd be glad to help you learn the dances, and it'd be cool if we had one we could do together. I'm not beautiful or big chested, but I can dance pretty good. I'll be able to help you out now and then with their dances as long as mom lets me watch you work with them," conceded Stephanie before another thought came to her. "Will I get to kiss and hug you all the time like Kate does?"

Steve was pleased with Stephanie's response, but surprised at her last question. "Don't you have any mirrors in your house, Diane? I thought I just heard Steph say she wasn't beautiful. Maybe she needs eye glasses? As far as hugging and kissing me like Kate does, I'm all for it, but Gwen may be jealous. Your folks might have an objection as well. Ask them."

"Stephanie, you're like a sister to us and you can hug and kiss that guy as much as you dare. I don't blame you. He's hard to resist! How about you, Aunt Diane? Are you willing to allow Stephanie to make a spectacle of herself like Kate does when Steve's around?"

"That's a tough question, Gwen," responded Diane with a smile. "Stephanie has to promise to not steal Steve away from you and to not be quite as exuberant as Kate. Other than that, she's free to torment him anyway she chooses."

"Are you kidding?" demanded Kate. "Stephanie doesn't have the nerve to kiss and hug Steve. She'll probably shake his hand or something. And I don't make a spectacle of myself, do I?"

Steve strode over to where Stephanie was seated on the couch, leaned down and easily plucked her from her perch. He held her up and gently spun her around and set her back down, only to have Stephanie jump back into his arms and hug him fiercely.

"I like when you call me 'Steph'. Thanks for asking me to dance and for making me feel like a regular part of the family," whispered Stephanie as she hugged Steve before loudly declaring. "Let me the first one to give you a goodbye kiss!"

With that, Stephanie gave Steve a resounding kiss on his cheek. Then she smiled at everyone and kissed him on the other cheek. Then she laid her head against his chest and clung to him.

"Stephanie, we all need to say goodbye to Steve," laughed Lisa. "Whose idea was it to introduce another beautiful girl into this mess, anyway? You have to let the guy go so the rest of us can say goodbye properly."

"I didn't know how strong he feels and how good he smells!" admitted Stephanie to the laughter of her family. "I'm going to love dancing with him. Thanks, Gwen!"



Lady in Red Ch. 08



Friday found Paula Anderson, her daughters, and Steve in the living room of the O'Leary residence. Amber had greeted them warmly and after a quick sandwich led them into another room to take their measurements.

"Here's the thing, girls. My helper, Ann, and I need to get some very detailed measurements from you. The gowns will fit perfectly, but we're also going to start on swim wear soon and that really needs to be made to order to fit the best way possible. That means I'm going to have to ask you girls to strip down to just your underwear. Would you feel more comfortable being measured separately, or can I do it while you're all in the room?

"I think we could all be in the room at the same time," deadpanned Steve. "No reason for modesty now."

"I bet you do!" laughed Paula, "But that isn't going to happen. You will not be in the room while the girls are measured."

"Sorry, Steve. I think you would've enjoyed the scenery, but Mom can be really strict," complained Kate. "No getting naked in front of boys! What kind of rule is that?"

It was almost an hour before Steve was summoned by Amber. The Andersons were all laughing as he stepped into the room. "Now it's your turn. Take your shirt and jeans off. You can leave your underwear on, however."

Sure thing," replied Steve as he looked at Gwen and saw her and her sisters smiling. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Next he turned his back to the Anderson family and began to lower his jeans. Unknown to anyone, Steve had hooked his thumbs into his underwear as well and lowered them with his jeans for a short distance.

"Actually, I went commando today and don't have any underwear on. I hope that doesn't make any difference, Amber," stated Steve with a straight face as his butt slowly came into view.

Steve watched the mirror in front of him and saw a shocked look on Paula's face. Gwen and Lisa blushed while Kate just licked her lips and leaned ahead for a better view.

"Stop right there!" shouted Paula. "Girls, leave right now!"

Before anyone could take a step, Steve pulled his jeans down, but kept his boxers on. He stepped out of the jeans and tossed them aside. Then he turned laughing to face Paula and her daughters.

"Young man, you almost gave me a heart attack!" admitted Paula. "The girls were all set to tease you about stripping in front of them, but you were so willing, the joke sort of died. It looks like the scars on your chest are healing pretty well."

Amber and Ann moved closer to Steve with their measuring tape. Ann held the tape but seemed unsure as to where to begin.

"Amber, I've measured a few guys before, but none of them looked like this! I don't know if the tape's long enough to go around his chest. You'll have to do his inseam. I don't dare get that close."

Paula felt herself flush as she watched the two girls run the tape around Steve. She glanced at her daughters and wasn't surprised to see Kate squirming in her chair. Gwen's face was glowing and Lisa had crossed her arms over her chest.

Steve realized he was in trouble when Amber kneeled down to measure his inseam. She was wearing a low top and a good portion of her breasts was on display when he looked down at her. He felt his cock begin to stir! Just a few feet away were his girlfriend and her family and he was starting to tent his boxers!

"Do you have any water?' asked Steve as he stepped away from Amber and turned his back to Gwen's family. "I'm suddenly very thirsty."

"Steve, I only have one more measurement to make. Why did you ... oh!" gasped Amber as she knee walked around Steve and raised her tape back toward his crotch. Amber was eye level with Steve's raging erection. She suddenly went silent. Behind her, Ann's eyes seem to bulge as her breathing sped up.

"What's going on?" asked Kate. "Did something happen?"

From her vantage point, Paula was able to detect the front of Steve's boxers extended in front of him farther than would seem likely. It only took her a second to realize what had transpired.

"Okay, girls. Let's go get an early dinner and check into our hotel. Come on, we've got lots to do. We'll wait for you in the kitchen, Steve. Kate, get over here. We're going to the kitchen!" insisted Paula.

Gwen was mystified by Amber's sudden silence and her mother's demand that everyone go to the kitchen. She knew something had happened, but had no idea what it was. As she was passing through the doorway, she took a quick glance back. Steve had turned away from Amber as soon as he saw the girls leave the room, but in his haste to remove his embarrassment from Amber's eyes, he spun around before Gwen was completely out of sight.

Paula heard Gwen's audible gasp and knew exactly what had prompted it. She turned to see how Gwen was reacting, only to find Lisa smiling broadly, while Gwen blushed furiously.

'What happened?" demanded Kate again. "Will someone tell me what's going on?"

"Kate, it was just a normal male reaction to a situation. We didn't want to embarrass Steve by hanging around and making it worse. Now let's get ready to go. I'm sure Steve will be out in a few minutes."

"I'm no expert, Mom, but I don't think you can really call that reaction 'normal', or at least not average," quipped Lisa.

Meanwhile, Steve was trying to apologize to Amber and Ann. "I'm sorry, ladies. I didn't mean to do that. I'm not some pervert of anything. I'm just..."

"A hetero male with a healthy libido!" laughed Amber. "No need to apologize. I'm flattered that I could manage that reaction from you. We won't say anything to anyone, but judging from the way the other ladies fled the room, you may have been busted already. We need to be sure to include a jock or something for you when you pose with a swimsuit and those scantily clad beauties. You could hurt someone with that if you're not careful. Use that power only for good!"

A few minutes later a red-faced Steve joined the Andersons in the kitchen. It was obvious that he was nervous and uncertain what to say or do. Lisa came to his rescue.

"Steve, don't be so embarrassed. I just wonder what took you so long. That Amber is a beautiful woman and that outfit was no accident. She was teasing you, and you succumbed to her charms. You sure made her day!" laughed Lisa as she hugged Steve and then whispered into his ear. "I hope I have that effect on you now and then. That was so cool!"

Kate was silently watching Steve and Lisa interact. She still hadn't determined what had just occurred but was hesitant to appear too childish by asking questions about things she should already know. She did know that she wouldn't rest until she determined what she had missed.

Steve and Gwen were quiet as they ate their meal. Kate took up the slack by talking steadily about how great their gowns would look and how anxious she was to attend her first inaugural ball.

"Kate, you have to realize that most people never get to attend a single inaugural ball and you talk like you plan on attending one every year or two. Enjoy your first, because it may well be your last," warned Paula.

"Mom, we're friends with important people now. We'll be invited to more. Maybe one of us will get elected governor or something. We'd invite each other, wouldn't we?" reasoned Kate.

After dinner, Paula dropped Lisa and Kate off at her dorm. Kate was staying with Lisa for the night, while Gwen, Steve, and Paula were renting rooms at a hotel.

"Steve, would you carry our bags up to my room?" asked Lisa with a brilliant smile. "I want the other girls on the floor to see you carrying my stuff for me."

"Lisa! Who's you friend?" called a skinny blonde girl as Steve followed Lisa and Kate down the hall.

"This is my younger sister, Kate. She's spending the night with me," responded Lisa.

"Okay, Smart-ass, who's that hunk carrying your suitcase? Don't you think you should introduce us? It's only polite."

"Ladies, this guy is way too good a guy to hang around a bunch of over sexed college girls. I'm having him drop off my bags and leaving as fast as possible. It isn't safe for a handsome hunk like him around here," laughed Lisa as she pressed against Steve and gave him a lingering kiss. "Now go before you get in trouble!"

Steve watched TV for awhile after checking in. He was still embarrassed about his dick thinking for him earlier in the day. He wondered if the entire Anderson family knew about his 'boner'. Should he stop in and visit Gwen, or was she upset with him?

His desire to see Gwen finally overcame his embarrassment, so he went next door and knocked on the Andersons' door.

"Mom? Is that you?" called Gwen through the door.

"It's Steve," he responded. "Isn't your mom with you?"

"I'm not dressed, so I can't let you in. Mom went back to the car to get her phone. She should be back pretty soon, though. She left a few minutes ago," replied Gwen.

Steve didn't feel comfortable that Paula went back out to the car in the dark. They were in a reputable hotel, but the parking lot was inadequate and they had to park in an overflow area a little farther from the hotel. It had less lighting and wasn't even paved. Not one to stand around and worry, Steve started for the parking lot.

He expected to meet Paula on her way back, but she never materialized. Steve walked all the way to the car without seeing Paula so he paused to consider where he may have missed her. She could have gone to a gift shop or stopped in a rest room. He noticed a coat sleeve near the rear end and walked back to investigate. He found Paula's coat behind the car!

Then he heard a muffled cry from behind the last row of cars. Steve headed for the source of the sound at a trot. Behind the parked cars was a depression, and that's where Steve found them. Two men held Paula. She was struggling furiously and Steve heard the ripping of fabric.

Paula had not worried about going back to her car until she realized how poorly lighted the area was. By the time she reached her vehicle, she knew that she had made a serious mistake. Two tall men approached her as she opened her car door. She tried to jump inside and close the door, but one of the men had grabbed the handle and held the door open. The other man grabbed Paula by the hair and yanked her from the vehicle. She had not bothered to zip her coat and he quickly pulled it off her shoulders. He half dragged her back to the depression behind the lot and pushed her down the embankment. His buddy followed with Paula's purse.

By the time Paula had regained her footing, the two men were on her. The man behind her grabbed her hair and pulled her head back while the other man grabbed a hand full of material and quickly cut it off her with a long knife. Paula was suddenly naked from the waist up!

"You need to leave now", commanded Steve as he approached the two men. "Just drop the pocketbook and let her go. I won't tell you again."

Surprised, the two men dropped Paula to the ground and turned to face Steve. Even as they watched him approach, they scanned the darkness for more people.

"There's nobody else here, Frank. It's just this one kid. We'd better take the money and get out of here," reasoned the taller of the two.

"Are you kidding? Look at those tits! That's some prime pussy there and I want a piece of it," declared his partner. "I'll take care of this asshole and then fuck her brains out."

The man started at Steve with the knife held down low and in front of him. Steve watched the man as he slowly approached him.

"This is assault with a deadly weapon," stated Steve calmly. "I may have to use deadly force to protect myself. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

"Yeah, you're scared shitless," muttered the man as he lunged at Steve. It was a simple matter for Steve to deflect his attacker's knife hand. Then he lashed out with his foot into the man's knee. Paula heard the horrible sound of bones snapping from her position on the ground. The man dropped the knife and clutched his newly destroyed leg as he screamed in pain. Steve kicked the knife into the darkness and turned to face the other man.

This guy was burly and Steve quickly estimated him to weigh around two-fifty. The man took a swing at Steve's chin. Once again, Steve blocked the blow with his left arm. He then held his hand flat with fingers extended and drove it into the second attacker's throat. The man went down like a rock. He gripped his throat as he lay on the ground making gurgling noises.

Steve walked over to Paula and gently helped her to her feet. Her breasts were fully exposed but Paula was far too upset to consider it. She wrapped her arms around Steve as she cried into his chest. Steve held her with one hand as he pulled out his cell phone with the other. He dialed 911 and requested police and two ambulances. He watched the two assailants for a couple minutes to be sure they wouldn't be trying anything else while Paula sobbed into his chest. Certain that the two men were truly out of commission, he gently picked Paula up in his arms and carried her up the bank.

Gwen had gotten dressed and was surprised that her mother had not yet returned. She went to ask Steve to go with her to look for her mom, but got no response when she knocked on his door. Concerned, she headed for the car, expecting to meet her mother at every turn. When she reached the car without finding her mother, or Steve, she became more worried. Then she saw her mother's coat lying by the back of their car.

Just as police cars, with sirens blaring, began pulling into the parking lot, Gwen saw Steve emerge from between two parked cars. He was carrying her mother in his arms and she was naked from the waist up!

The two police cars pulled to a screeching halt and cops jumped out with guns drawn as Steve walked past their headlights.

"Hold it right there! Stop and put the lady down! Do not try to leave with her!" warned one of the officers.

"Gwen, give your mom her coat," ordered Steve. "She doesn't need to have all these cops staring at her. Paula, I'm going to put you down now. You need to let Gwen help you with your coat, okay?"

Paula sobbed again as she nodded her head. Steve placed her so she was standing with her back to the police and Gwen immediately held her coat so Paula could slip it on. Then Gwen reached down and zipped it closed. Steve turned to face the cops.

"This lady was just assaulted by two men," began Steve in an even tone. "They tried to rob and rape her. You need to arrest them."

"Where did they go? Did you get a license number or a description of their car so we can call it in?" asked the older cop from the closer car.

"No, I didn't. Why don't you go ask them what car they drive," replied Steve with a straight face. "They're over there, down an embankment behind those parked cars."

Three cops quickly disappeared into the darkness while the other cop approached Paula. Gwen had taken her in her arms and was trying to sooth and calm her down. Paula was still sobbing.

"Can you tell me what happened, Ma'am?" asked the officer. "Do you require medical assistance? The rescue squad is almost here. Are you hurt?"

"No, no, I'm not hurt and I don't need an ambulance. Those two bastards over that bank will! Steve smashed the one guy's leg and probably crushed the other one's larynx. They dragged me by my hair from my car. They cut off my clothes and were going to rape me when Steve stopped them. The first guy attacked him with a knife. Steve brushed the knife aside and then kicked him extremely hard in the knee. I heard the bones break," revealed Paula.

"The second man went after Steve with his fists and Steve just blocked his swing and then slammed him in the throat. He won't be talking anytime soon.".

Gwen was stunned as she listened to her mother describe the events of the past few minutes. She had been attacked and Steve had saved her. He fought with, and defeated two men! Then one of the officers returned from the darkness.

"We need the ambulances pretty quick, Bob. The one guy's leg is bent at a weird angle and he's going into shock. The other guy is making gurgling noises and can't talk. He can barely breathe. What the hell did you hit them with?" demanded the cop as he turned his attention to Steve.

"The lady just gave a brief account of the struggle. She says he kicked the one guy and used his hand on the other. Did you happen to find a knife anywhere at the scene?"

"No, but we found a pocketbook. Frank has it. We'll bring it up when the ambulance takes those two away. They're pretty messed up for just running into an unarmed school kid," added the cop suspiciously.

Gwen looked in her mother's car and found the keys on the floor mat. "Come on and sit in the car, Mom. I'll warm it up for you. You don't need to get sick over this. We'll be staying warm in the car, officer. Let us know when you need us."

Gwen helped her mother into the passenger seat and then dug out her cell phone. "Lisa, you'd better get over here to the hotel. Can you get a ride? Mom's had a problem. She's okay, but bring Kate and come over. Mom's going to want to see you. Steve's here, thank God. Yeah, he was a big help. I'll tell you about it when you get here."

The ambulances arrived and the medics spent some time preparing the two thugs for transit. Lisa and Kate jumped out of an older car when it pulled to a stop not far from the ambulances. Both girls ran to the ambulances, fearing the worst. Confused when they saw two strangers being prepared for the trip to the hospital, they turned as Steve approached them.

"Steve! Where's Mom? Is she hurt? Is she in the hospital?" questioned Lisa. "Where's Gwen?"

"Calm down, Lisa. Your mom's okay, but she needs you to be calm and reassuring. Don't be too emotional or you'll get her crying again. Your mom was attacked by two men. They dragged her down the embankment and were trying to rape her when I found them. I got her away from them. She's okay, but she's badly shaken. You girls need to reassure and love her. She's in your car over there."

"There's more to this story, isn't there? I see two dirtbags being loaded into ambulances over there. I bet you had something to do with that, didn't you," demanded Kate. "You beat the hell out of them, didn't you, Steve?"

"Come on, Kate," insisted Lisa. "We need to take care of Mom!"

Steve patiently answered the questions asked by the police. He explained in detail how he came to be looking for Paula, as well as how he found her and what her attackers said. Finally, he demonstrated how he disabled Paula's attackers.

It was approaching midnight when the police told Steve that they were done with him for the night, but that he and Paula would have to stop at the police station the next day to make official statements and answer any questions that may crop up.

The girls had already escorted their mother to her hotel room long before Steve returned to his. He crawled into bed and was almost asleep when he heard a tap on his door. He opened the door to find Lisa waiting.

"Steve, please come over to Mom's room right now. She wants to see you. I'm so glad you were there when Mom needed you. I can't even imagine what we would have done if something horrible happened to her."

"Just let me slip my pants on, and I'll be right over. I'm just really glad that I was able to help her. Your mom is one of my favorite people," responded Steve as he stepped into his jeans.

Paula, Gwen, and Kate were waiting for him when he entered the room. Paula stepped up to Steve and brushed his face with the back of her hand. Her eyes were red and a stray tear trickled down her cheek.

"I was so frightened when those bastards held me and cut my clothes off! I was praying that you'd miss me and come, and suddenly you were there. When they dropped me and went after you, I feared that I'd placed you in danger. Then I saw how easily you handled those men and I knew everything would be okay. You saved me, Steve. You risked your life for me, even if your skills put the odds in your favor. To think I was worried about you breaking my family up. I'm so sorry about ever mentioning that stupid idea. You're a very good young man, capable, strong, and so very willing to help those in need. Thanks so much!" cried Paula as she buried her face in Steve's chest and sobbed.




Lady in Red Ch. 08



Gwen and her sisters stood silently as Steve held their mother and patted her back until she cried herself out. Finally, Paula stepped back from Steve and wiped her eyes.

"Kate and I are staying here tonight. Since there're two beds, we'll double on them. We want Mom to feel safe, so we're all sleeping in this room. Knowing your next door really helps a lot. I don't think any of us has any doubt where you'll stand if we have a problem. Thanks so much, Steve," whispered Lisa as she kissed him briefly.

"Yeah, Lisa's right. I feel safer when you're around, and taking care of Mom sealed it for us girls," admitted Kate as she gave Steve a subdued kiss. "Gwen's your girlfriend, but we all think the world of you."

"I'll walk you to your room," volunteered Gwen as she grabbed Steve's hand and pulled him out the door. She then led him into his room and closed the door behind them.

"Kiss me!" was all she said as she leaned into his arms. For the first time ever, or so it seemed, they were alone in a room together. Steve made the most of Gwen's suggestion as he pulled her tight to his chest and kissed her long and hard. They would stop and look at each other for a few seconds and then press their lips together again.

"Oh, my! Is that the same creature that made its appearance this afternoon when Amber was showing you her breasts, while supposedly measuring your inseam? I'm surprised that she didn't try to measure something else while she was down there."

"That was so embarrassing!" admitted Steve as his face reddened. "Some things are beyond my control. I'm not trying... , I mean I won't... , it's just how it is. You have an effect on me. I freely admit that, but it doesn't mean that I'm going to attack you or lose control or anything. I'm not some weird pervert of anything."

"No, Lisa says you're reactions are normal, but well above average," laughed Gwen. "What do you suppose she meant by that?"

There was a tap on the door and Kate's voice could be heard as she stage whispered, "Sis, you're supposed to get back over to our room. None of us are going to be able to sleep as long as we know you're in there with Steve."

The next day was a busy one. Steve and Paula traveled to the police station to make their statements, and then promise that they would return when needed to testify. Gwen, Kate, and Lisa went along for support.

"Those two are going to be spending some time in the hospital," stated the officer taking their statements. "They both require surgery. Not many high school kids can inflict that kind of damage to men as big as those two are. Did you take karate or something?"

"Maybe having a dad in the US Navy Seals might have something to do with it?" suggested Kate. "Those two scumbags attacked my mother. They deserved what they got, and worse!"

After the stint at the police station, the group made its way to the O'Leary residence. Shortly after their arrival, the girls were modeling their dresses. Amber had done an amazing job and the Andersons couldn't stop complimenting each other. Steve was awe-struck.

"Pull that tongue in and go put this tuxedo on, Big Guy!" laughed Amber as she watched Steve's reaction to the sisters' outfits.

It was the girls' turn to be speechless when Steve returned dressed in a tuxedo. Amber had tinted the lapels to go with Gwen's dress. She also had it tailored so the waist was drawn in to accentuate his broad shoulders.

"James Bond has nothing on you!" blurted Lisa when she saw Steve enter the room. "You look like you were born in a tux. Amber, you outdid yourself with Steve's outfit! He looks great."

The ride home was relatively quiet. It had been a long night and no one had slept very well. Lisa didn't have class until Tuesday, so she returned home with her family rather than stay at her dorm. She wanted to be certain that her mother would be okay. Paula had insisted that Steve drive. They had all agreed to not mention the incident to anyone else as it made Paula very uncomfortable to discuss the incident.

"Dad's coming back from Chicago a couple days early," revealed Gwen. "He's really upset about what happened to Mom. He wanted to come back last night, but couldn't get a flight. He'll be home by late tonight. He wants to talk to you before too long, Steve. I think you've made yourself a friend for life. Dad would do anything for Mom and us girls and he's happy that you will, too. He was really choked up when Mom told him what you did to help her."

The week after Thanksgiving was relatively tranquil, until Friday morning when Steve walked into his homeroom. "I was just telling Ms. Walker that I received a phone call from the Lifetime TV network last night. They want to make a TV movie about us. Ms. Walker has a lawyer to do the negotiations, but it could mean over $20,000 for the hospital fund!"

"That sounds great, Gwen! I don't know if it'll be anything like the real situation, but more money for the hospital is our goal. This'll give us a real shot in the arm."

"And then Nick Fallen called me! He's going to play the part of you. He wants to meet me and ask all about the rescue and the dance, and everything. He's such a hunk. He was amazing in "Tears of a Clown". He'll probably be a real big star in a few years and he wants to meet me!" repeated Gwen. "I can hardly wait!"

Suddenly, Steve lost his enthusiasm for Gwen's news. He had seen Nick Fallen in a few movies. He had been a child star at Disney and was in the process of changing his child actor image to that of a leading man. He was tall, dark and handsome. Steve wasn't too keen on Gwen meeting him, but how could he ever tell her? He'd have to admit his insecurities. He couldn't be around Gwen all the time. She was bound to meet guys, especially as beautiful as she was. Her increasing fame would afford her all sorts of opportunities.

That night Steve and Gwen went to a movie and stopped for a late snack with friends. Gwen's cell rang and she excused herself as she walked away from the group.

"If I hear one more word about Nick Fallen, I'm going to vomit," promised Charlotte. "What's gotten into our down-to-earth valedictorian? She's acting like a star struck teen. She's already got a really cool boyfriend and she's carrying on about this Disney dork. How can you put up with it, Steve?"

Before he could answer, Gwen returned to their table in an euphoric mood. "Nick Fallen's coming to Sparta! He's going to stay for a week or so to get the feeling of the town. He wants me to show him around! Can you believe it?"

Charlotte looked at Steve and then shook her head sadly. "Gwen, I'm your friend. You know I love you, but you're making an ass of yourself over this second rate actor. He can't carry Steve's jock strap. He's just another pretty boy that's never done anything worthwhile. He pretends to be a hero. Your boyfriend really is a hero. Can you see the difference? This Nick guy is going to pretend to be Steve? That makes Steve better than him, if you ask me."

"I'm not saying that he's better than Steve. I'm just saying that he's a famous actor and he's going to be a big star. This is pretty cool stuff. I would think that you'd be happy for me, and not jealous," retorted Gwen to her best friend.

"Come on, Billy. We're leaving! There's not enough room here for us and Gwen's swollen head. She sure shouldn't have to hang with the likes of us jealous commoners!" declared Charlotte as she angrily pulled Billy away from the table.

"I wonder what got into her?" mused Gwen. "I guess I'll have to get used to people being jealous of me. Sparta doesn't get very many famous actors to visit, and I'll be seen with one when I show Nick around. I can hardly wait!"

Steve bit his tongue. Gwen chattered all the way home about the places she'd take Nick and the things that she'd show him. It never seemed to occur to her that she was diminishing Steve's importance every time she raved about Nick Fallen.

When they reached her front porch, Steve gave Gwen a quick kiss on the cheek and left as quickly as he could. Gwen was mildly surprised at his quick departure but her mind was too occupied with thoughts of Nick Fallen to dwell on Steve's behavior.

The next day was Saturday. Gwen spent the entire morning telling her parents and Kate about her conversation with Nick Fallen. She made no attempt to curb her excitement and enthusiasm. There was going to be a TV movie about her adventures and Nick Fallen was going to star as her boyfriend.

"Gwen, I've never seen you act this way before," began Paula. "You're becoming obsessed with this actor. He's just a man, not some kind of superhero. He's not even that good an actor. Why are you being so sophomoric?"

"He's a very good actor!" asserted Gwen. "He's been in dozens of TV shows and movies. He's handsome, buff, famous, and talented. I can't wait to meet him and show him around town. People are going to be so jealous!"

"What about Steve? Are you trying to make him jealous? Is that one of your goals? How does he feel about all of this? I thought you were quite proud to be seen around town with him. Isn't he buff, talented and handsome?" asked Paula.

"Of course he is. He's fine with me showing Nick around town. Heck, Nick is playing him in the movie they're starting to film after the first of the year. He's honored to have such a good actor playing his part. The girl playing me is some no-name. Steve is fine with it all," Gwen assured her family.

It had become a habit for Steve to stop in and have dinner with Gwen's family on Saturday evening before he and Gwen went out. Gwen had been on the phone several times with Nick Fallen during the day and was basking in the afterglow of their conversations. As they ate dinner, she was relating some of Nick's questions and observations to Paula, Ted, Kate, and Lisa, who had come home for the weekend.

During dessert, Lisa interrupted Gwen's rambling account of Nick's movie credits with a question. "Have you even noticed that Steve's not here? Does that have any significance for you at all? Is it possible for you to get your head out of your ass for a few minutes?"

"What? Steve's probably running late. Why would you say something like that to me, Lisa? Don't tell me you're jealous about Nick Fallen coming to see me?" teased Gwen.

"Yeah! I'm jealous alright," fumed Lisa. "I'm jealous that you found Steve before I did! I'm jealous that he's so crazy about you! And I'm mad as hell at the crappy way you're treating him! You already have the best boyfriend in the world and you're all goo-goo eyed over some two bit actor! You're going to lose Steve and that makes me sick!

"Look at the table, Gwen! There's no place set for Steve. He called Mom a couple hours ago and told her that he was sorry, but he couldn't make it tonight. You never even noticed! Why didn't he call you? I'll bet dollars to doughnuts that it's because you've been running off at the mouth about this Nick Fallen in front of Steve. He's a good guy, but you can't embarrass and demean a man, especially in front of friends. Yeah, Gwen, I'm jealous of what you had, but not of what you are right now!"

"Well, maybe Steve needs to put on his big boy pants!" retorted Gwen. "How many times will I get to meet a famous actor? There's no reason for Steve to get all jealous, or possessive. He doesn't own me!"

"That's your problem. He isn't trying to tell you what to do. He's giving you room to decide for yourself what you want, and you're screwing up big time! You can't treat a guy like dirt, especially a guy like Steve."

"That's the problem! You have the hots for him and it kills you that he's my boyfriend, not yours. You're the beautiful sister that gets all the boys. I'm just a nerd that gets good marks. Now I have a boyfriend you want, and a famous actor wanting to meet me, and you're jealous!" hissed Gwen.

"Gwen, I've admitted that I'm jealous of what you and Steve have. Every girl that knows you two can't help but be envious. That's why I'm trying to keep you from making a huge mistake. If you let go of Steve, he'll be snapped up in a New York minute!"

"That would make you happy, wouldn't it? You can swoop right in and steal him away. You're just waiting for some flimsy reason to go after him. You can't stand playing second fiddle to me. You've always been the pretty one the boys like, and seeing me with Steve hurts your ego!"

"Gwen, I love you. I love how you and Steve are together. I want you to do well and be happy. I'll never be jealous of your success. You're smart and beautiful, but you're making a big mistake here. That's all I'm trying to say. No one can steal Steve away from you. You'll have to drive him away, and raving about this ham actor is probably the best way to do it," replied Lisa as she stomped from the room.



Lady in Red Ch. 09



"Gwen, your sister has some valid points," stated Ted as Lisa fled the room. "This family has been so affected by Steve that I doubt we can have an objective opinion on him, but you've been talking about this Fallen guy nonstop. You deserve praise and accolades for your actions of the past few days and weeks. However, that doesn't mean that you can lord it over your family and friends.

"Maybe you're bored with Steve, or you've outgrown him. That happens in relationships. When it does, you have to be mature enough to see it and to give the other party the courtesy and respect they deserve. Discuss it like an adult and let them know how you feel."

Gwen was shocked that her father would side with Lisa in this discussion. She never said she was bored with Steve or wanted to move on. Lisa was the one saying that Gwen would drive Steve away. That wasn't what Gwen wanted.

"Dad! I never said I was bored with Steve, or that I wanted to break up with him. He might be pouting a little, but he knows how I feel. He should be able to understand that it isn't every day that I get to meet a famous movie star."

"That just may be the single most important point of this discussion," replied Gwen's father. "This Fallen guy is going to come for a short time, and then leave. You won't see him for very long. Steve will still be here after Fallen moves on to his next movie. It seems to me that you're spurning Steve for a very temporary adventure."

"Why does everyone keep saying that I'm breaking up with Steve?" challenged Gwen. "We went out just last night and had a good time. He missed one meal and that's probably because he's busy."

"Have you ever watched Steve dig into your mother's cooking? He wouldn't miss one of her meals if he could be here," reasoned Ted. "He didn't come to dinner today because he was sending you a message. That's obvious, if not very mature. Men have fragile egos, Gwen. I'll let you in on a little secret to help you understand.

"I'm jealous of Steve, too. He's a lot of things that I'm not. He's much bigger, stronger, better looking, and younger. You and your sisters adore him, and I can't blame you. But it isn't easy for me to see a man waltz into my home and impress my girls more than I've been able to do in twenty years of trying.

"Then there's your mother. You've seen how she treats Steve, especially since he saved her from those thugs. Your mom has the grace to not go into too much detail about what happened that day. She knows how fragile I am, how fragile all men are.

"If she became too graphic about how this muscular young Adonis saved her from villains, scoped her up half naked, pressed her bare breasts against his chest and carried her back to her car, it could cause me serious self esteem issues. Your mom knows that, and I love her for it. I can't stop Steve from being a better man than me in many ways, but at least Paula doesn't keep telling me that he is. She does her best to support my masculine pride."

"Oh! Dad! No one's a better man or father than you are. Steve pretty much told me that! He told me that mom and us girls may seem to run all over you, but if the chips are down, you wouldn't hesitate to straighten us out or protect us any way necessary. He sees your strength and he respects you. He told me that when I stupidly suggested that he was so big and tough he didn't have to worry about what you said. Not everyone can be as tall and strong as Steve, but the real test is caring for and raising your family. That and setting a swollen headed daughter straight when you feel it's necessary."

Paula realized that she should remain quiet and let Ted handle Gwen. He seldom chastised the girls, but when he felt strongly enough about something, he would lay down the law. Ted surprised Paula with his understanding of her attraction and admiration of Steve, and of her efforts to not damage her husband's pride. As she listened to him calmly bring Gwen back from the clouds, her appreciation of her husband's strength became greater.

"That's gratifying to hear. Apparently Steve's had some experience with authority and discipline. It may come from having a father in the service, good examples at home, or a combination of things. Whatever, he's an exceptional young man. That doesn't mean that he's always right, or that you can ignore my rules when you're with him. It does mean that he's earned my respect and as long as he has that, I'll be more understanding and lenient with you. Does that all seem fair? But, if you don't manage to control this new side of you that we've seen the past couple of days, I can ground you. Please, don't make me do that, Gwen. Think about how you've been treating your family and friends. You've always been the steady, dependable, down-to-earth daughter. This giddiness over some actor is not your best moment."

Steve had been sitting around his uncle's apartment stewing about Gwen. He had called Paula earlier to let her know he wouldn't be there for dinner. He had a standing invitation from Paula, and this was the first time he had declined. He knew himself well enough to realize that he would not be able to listen to Gwen rave about Nick Fallen without losing his temper or saying something stupid, or hurtful. He had gone to the gym in hopes of working out enough to curb his restlessness, but it still gripped him.

Then his phone rang. He saw Lisa's name and quickly answered. "Steve, how about we practice our dance routine as long as I'm home and you don't seem to have anything to do? I spoke with Aunt Diane and she said it was fine with her. It'll be fun!"

Fifteen minutes later, Steve was standing at Diane's door. "Come in! Lisa said you guys have some time to practice your dance number. Paula's been filling me in on happenings with you and Gwen. It'll work out. She also mentioned how you came through for her big time the other day. She's your best fan now. It's good to know that we can depend on you when stuff hits the fan.

"Stephanie has been beaming this week. She says that you've been talking to her in the halls and being really nice. Her friends are very impressed and she's feeling more confident. She insisted on wearing something low cut today. I wouldn't let her go to the mall or anything wearing the top she has on, but I told her that she could wear it when she's practicing her dance steps with you. That's a huge compliment for you, Steve. I trust you to not hurt her, or take advantage of her youth and infatuation. Please let her know that you notice how nice she looks. She's just starting to show some confidence," added Diane.

Steve entered the small dance studio that Diane had added to the house years earlier. Lisa and Stephanie were going through Diane's selection of music. Lisa was gorgeous as usual, but Stephanie was a total surprise. She appeared to have grown older and added inches to her chest!

"Hey, Lisa! You look great! Is this one of your college friends? She's beautiful!" began Steve as the two girls turned to greet him.

"Steve, you know who I am! Stop teasing me," laughed Stephanie. "I wish I were beautiful like Lisa."

"Steph? I'm sorry I didn't recognize you at first, but I have to admit that I wasn't looking at your face, as a gentleman should. I thought you were another coed. I never realized what a nice figure you have and how long your legs are. You're almost as tall as Lisa. You're not beautiful like Lisa. You're beautiful like Steph, which is pretty darn good!"

Stephanie turned several shades of red as Steve spoke. Initially, she placed a hand over her chest in modesty, and then decided on a different tactic and took a deep breath and squared her shoulders.

"Steve! She's only sixteen and if you say any more, I'll have her go change her clothes," warned Diane with a smile. "I worried about the effect that she'd have on you. Can I trust you to be a gentleman, or should I have Stephanie change into something more modest?"

"Please don't have her change!" replied Steve quickly. "I'll behave, but it won't be easy. I'm really going to enjoy dancing with Steph!"

Diane was coaching Lisa and Steve when Gwen walked into the room. No one realized she was there until she stood next to Steve as he held Lisa in his arms. The couple stopped and remained motionless as Gwen looked them over.

"I see you're not wasting any time. You're in Steve's arms with half your chest exposed and pushing against him. What should I do with a sister like you?"

"Gwen, I'm not trying anything. We're just dancing and..." stumbled Lisa as Gwen broke into a huge smile and pulled Lisa from Steve and hugged her.

"I'm so sorry for everything I said to you, Lisa! You were right. I did have my head up my ass, but you and Dad helped extricate it. I'm so lucky to have a sister who loves me enough to tell me when I'm being an idiot," continued Gwen. "You're the best. Forgive me?"

"Of course!" replied Lisa as she wrapped her arms around Gwen. "That's what sisters do for each other. That and loan out their boyfriends for dances. I'm so glad you're not upset with me anymore. You and Kate mean the world to me."

"Now, would you let me talk to this chunk of testosterone for a minute or two?" requested Gwen. "Then you can go back to teasing him with those big 'girls' of yours."

Gwen led a surprised Steve away from the others and hugged him. "Steve, I behaved badly. I already called Charlotte and apologized to her. She was very gracious in accepting. You heard what I said to Lisa. For some reason, she loves me no matter what.

"I never should've gotten so full of myself over that Nick Fallen. The sad thing is, he kept asking to talk to you, but I didn't want to give up control. We have a listed phone number and you don't, so he called our house. I texted him your number a little while ago and he'll be probably be asking you all sorts of questions before long. I guess I tried to make it more than it was and I'm ashamed of myself for doing it," admitted Gwen.

"But that doesn't let you off the hook! Lisa chewed me out for being such a shallow, star-struck typical teenager. You heard Charlotte tell me off last night. Dad even gave me a talk, and he almost never tries to tell me how to handle relationships in the family. By the way, you were right about him being a good dad and taking care of his family," added Gwen.

"But what did you do, Steve? Did you take me aside and tell me what an ass I was? Did you chew me out like Lisa did? No! You got all moody and sent me a silent message with your absence at dinner, and I was so giddy I pretty much missed it. As my boyfriend, I expect you to call me out when I'm being foolish. You can't let me embarrass myself without trying to stop me. It's your duty to set me straight. If I don't listen and we argue, you have to be as hard on me as you deem necessary, but you also have to always be able to forgive me. You know I'll be all over you if you do something stupid, or hurtful. I want you to love me enough to be hard on me at times, like Lisa and Charlotte were. Does that make sense to you?"

"Yes, when you put it that way. I'm new to all of this, and I see that I'm not very good at a lot of it. I was sulking, I guess. You hurt my feelings by going on and on about Nick Fallen, so I decided to hurt yours by not showing up for dinner and not taking you out tonight. I didn't know how to tell you that you were hurting my male ego without sounding like a wimp, so I tried the strong, silent approach. Pretty dumb, wasn't it?" grinned Steve. "I'm sorry about not setting you straight. Next time you misbehave, I'll just take you over my knee and show you the error of your ways, okay?"

"Don't get carried away with it, especially in public. I expect you to treat me with respect, but a little spanking now and then in private may be in order," laughed Gwen as she stepped close to Steve and kissed him.

Lisa, Stephanie, and Diane were smiling when Gwen and Steve walked hand -in-hand back to them. "Stephanie, is that you? Wow! You look great! Be careful with Steve or he'll be holding you tight and looking down at your chest every chance he gets. Can you dance with a guy that behaves like that?"

"I think so, Gwen, as long as you don't mind. Boys never seem to act like I'm worth looking at, so it's okay if Steve peeks a little. Mom said I could wear this when we practiced the dances as long as I didn't try to distract Steve too much. I haven't figured out what she means by 'too much' yet" laughed Stephanie. "If you and Lisa don't make him forget what he's doing, I don't think my outfit will affect him too badly. But it is fun trying, isn't it?"

Steve was wearing a pair of Dockers and a short-sleeved shirt that fit tight enough to display his upper body strength. He took turns with all three girls. He did some lifts with each of them as part of the routines they were doing.

"Gwen is so lucky! Did you see how strong Steve is? He picked me up like I was a feather and then lowered me so slow and easy I couldn't believe it. I had my boobs almost in his face and he winked at me and grinned. Mom didn't see it, thank God! Does he make your nipples hard, too?" asked Stephanie.

"Yes, he does. He oozes a sexy manliness that drives me crazy. Gwen is lucky, and we're lucky that she loves and trusts us enough to share him a little. Never think that you or I can steal him away, however. Guys like Steve value loyalty. If you want to impress Steve, be loyal to your friends and family, especially Gwen. She's got him under her spell, like he has the rest of us. If he sees how much we love her, he'll love us and we'll get to dance with him and hug and kiss him now and then, and that's pretty cool, don't you think?"

"Do you think that we'll ever find a guy like Steve?" asked Stephanie as she watched Steve lift Gwen as they danced.

"Seriously? No, we won't. We'll have to settle for a normal, attractive, successful man that treats us like a princess, but he won't be like Steve. I really don't think there are any more like him. He's one of a kind and he's crazy for Gwen. Don't expect other men to be like him. You can demand they be faithful and strong for you, but they won't measure up to Steve. You'd be foolish to expect them to do so."

"Wow! You really do like him a lot. You're pretty much telling me that he's going to ruin us for other men, even the man we finally marry, aren't you? Gwen is so lucky!"

Steve entered his homeroom Monday morning and sat next to Gwen. "Do you have any extra time after school today? I thought maybe we'd go out to Emerson River and look over the scene of the crime, so to speak."

"I'm working on a paper for history and have a lot of math, so I don't know. How long will it take and why do you suddenly want to go back there?" asked Gwen.

"I told Nick that I'd meet him after school today and show him where the river rescue took place. I thought you might want to tag along," suggested Steve. "He's going to be waiting for me after the last class. He said he's going to have Monique Dorn with him, since she's the one who's going to be saving lives all over the place, at least on film."

"So you're just dropping this on me now? I need to get my hair done and change into a dress and put on make-up. I'll have to take off this afternoon and..."

Steve leaned in close to Gwen and whispered, "One more word and I'll take you over my knee right now. Do you want your friends to see that?"

Gwen gave Steve a surprised look and then suddenly broke into a big smile. "That's what I'm talking about! Don't let me go all goofy again. You're going to make a good boyfriend yet! Count me in. I can't wait to meet them. I sure hope that Monique Dorn doesn't make me look like a scrubwoman."

"Do you mean as you stand next to her, or as she portrays you in the movie?" teased Steve.

"I mean that if she's incredibly beautiful, I'm going to wish you let me go home and prepare for this meeting," admitted Gwen. "I've looked her up on the internet and didn't find much about her. She played a kid in a couple movies, but that was six or seven years ago. Who knows what she looks like now?"

Steve and Gwen saw a crowd in the parking lot as they exited the school that afternoon. They looked at each other and headed in that direction. As expected, they found Nick Fallen surrounded by fans as he signed autographs. Next to him was an incredibly beautiful woman. She was fairly tall and dark haired with a noticeably large chest. She was explaining to the crowd of students that she was going to portray Gwen in a Lifetime TV movie.

"Oh, crap!" exclaimed Gwen. "There isn't enough make-up in the world for me to look good next to her! She's gorgeous!"

"She has to be or it won't be realistic," deadpanned Steve. "Remember that she's playing you. The only resemblance I see is her chest. She's almost as big as you."

"Ha ha! Very funny," responded Gwen. "They can't be real. It looks like I'm going to be portrayed as very big breasted. I wonder just how I should feel about that? How will Nick be able to get his arms around her to dance? If she wears a red dress like mine, she'll explode out of it if she isn't careful."

"Don't worry about that. The costume people will use a couple rolls of duct tape if they have to, and it looks like they may have to do exactly that. Your 'girls' will be famous after this movie comes out, especially if they come out during the movie," laughed Steve.

"Steve, this is one of those times when you have to listen to your girlfriend. Be sure to act a little possessive with me. Keep a hand on my back, or on my shoulders. Let that big-boobed girl know that I'm your girlfriend, okay? I thought it was so cool when Nick Fallen was going to be hanging with us, but this girl puts everything in a whole new light. I'm feeling a little insecure here. Don't let her get you to pay more attention to her than you do to me, please?"

"Steve!" called Nick Fallen over the crowd as he summoned Steve and Gwen to join him. "Thanks for coming. You're Gwen! You're even more beautiful in person than in the videos, and you look great in the videos! I want you both to meet Monique Dorn. As you know, she'll be playing the part of Gwen in the film."

Steve extended his hand to Monique, but she stepped inside it and hugged him. "My, you're a big boy, aren't you? I didn't realize how tall you and Gwen are. It's a good thing Nick is a few inches shorter than you, or it wouldn't look right. I can't be a lot shorter than you, at least not in the movie. It's great to meet you both."

Steve watched as Monique hugged Gwen. He watched as two very impressive female anatomies came together. He heard a couple guys behind him groan, and he couldn't blame them.

Steve extended his hand to Nick who grasped it firmly as he shook with Steve. Nick's smile seemed warm and genuine. He was a couple inches shorter than Steve and maybe ten pounds lighter. Off the top of his head, Steve couldn't think of anyone he'd rather have portray him.

Gwen had been released from Monique's embrace in time to see Steve and Nick meet and shake hands. Gwen couldn't help but notice what a good-looking man Nick was. She tried to remain impartial when she turned her attention to Steve, but it was obvious. Steve was even better looking than Nick!

The four young people traveled to Emerson River and talked about the rescue and what was going through the minds of Steve and Gwen that fateful day. Steve was pleasantly surprised at the probing, thoughtful questions both Monique and Nick asked. He felt much more comfortable about them being cast for the movie. As darkness spread over Sparta, the foursome decided to dine at Marsh's Landing, which was the steakhouse owned and operated by the family of Billy Marsh. It served breakfast, lunch, and dinner with steak on the menu for every meal.

When they entered, Billy's father gave them a warm welcome and other diners took the time to look them over. Billy and Charlotte were eating in a booth in the back and Gwen led the others back to them.




Lady in Red Ch. 09



"This is my very best friend, Charlotte, and that hunk next to her is Billy Marsh. He's the guy that pulled Steve out of the river that day. Be sure to have some really strong, handsome stud play his part in the movie," insisted Gwen.

Billy invited them to join Charlotte and him and the group gladly accepted. When the dinner was finished, Billy's father came to the table to tell them the meal was on the house, providing he could take a picture of the group and have it framed and placed on a wall in the restaurant.

"I'll put it on the wall next to the others," promised Billy's dad as everyone turned to look where Mr. Marsh was pointing. Gwen was shocked to see a large framed photo of a dripping wet Billy Marsh pulling Steve from the river as an equally wet Gwen hovered over his shoulder. Luckily, most of her chest was concealed by Billy, but there was still ample cleavage showing. Next to that picture was one of Billy bowling over a Windsor defender as Steve, his jersey soaked with blood, was releasing "The Pass". Each photo had a name plate below it. The first stated simply "The Emerson River Rescue" while the second one said "The Pass, The Drive".

"Wow!" exclaimed Nick. "That is so cool! I'm going to mention these to our producers. I bet they'd be able to incorporate it into the movie. You guys never mentioned these pictures on the wall."

"One reason is that we never knew they were there. I was in a few days ago and never saw them," admitted Gwen. 'When did you put them up, Mr. Marsh? They're awesome!"

"It took a little while to get the exact pictures we wanted and have them enlarged properly. Then the wife insisted on getting just the right frames. They were hung yesterday. We bought a bunch more frames since you kids seem to make news quite often and we have lots of wall space. This town is awfully proud of you, and people love these photographs. I'm thinking that wall will become an historical record of the great things our kids accomplish."

By week's end, Gwen and Monique were quite good friends. Steve and Nick got along famously as well. They had spent their days walking around town and talking to locals about their feelings and observations on the events the day Billy helped Gwen pull Steve from the cold waters of Emerson River. After school, the four would visit places of interest in the area and discuss in detail the thoughts and fears that drove Steve and Gwen that fateful day. They spent an evening checking out the local hospital and speaking with Laura.

In early December, Steve had received an invitation to a high school football combine of sorts being conducted at Lisa's college at the state capital. Colleges contracted with a company to measure the skills of possible scholarship candidates. Several teammates of Steve's had been invited. Billy Marsh, Jared White, and Tyler Smith were excited about the opportunity to display their talents and possibly secure a scholarship.

The four friends made plans to drive to the capital on a Friday night and rent a couple motel rooms. They'd work out for the scouts Saturday, spend another night in the motel, and drive home Sunday. They all agreed to go to bed early Friday to be at their best for the combine the following day.

The next morning Steve and his friends reported to the practice field at the school. It had what looked like a big inflated tent over it and was surprisingly comfortable inside. The friends recognized players from teams that they had faced during the season. The first order of business was weight lifting. Each athlete was asked to demonstrate how much they could bench press, dead lift, and military press, all in repetitions of twenty.

Then they were timed in the 40-yard dash. Each player was allowed three attempts. There were drills to determine flexibility and balance. All results were recorded. Then the athletes were broken into groups based on their playing position. Steve found himself with seven other guys near the center of the field. They were asked to throw a football through a tire hanging 20 yards away. They were each given ten attempts. Steve easily tossed the ball through the tire all ten times. After the last kid finished, they were backed up ten yards to try again. Once again, Steve had no misses.

Then the tires were set in motion, swinging back and forth as the hopefuls attempted to put the ball through the tire. At thirty yards, Steve missed once. He was backed up to forty yards and he managed to make six of the ten. By this time, the other players were missing far more than they were hitting.

At the end of the day, each player was weighed and measured. By the time the friends returned to the motel, they were famished. The lunch provided by the combine had burned off by their efforts to impress the scouts. After quick showers, they headed out for dinner. They found a decent chain restaurant a short distance from the campus.

After a short wait, Steve and his friends found themselves seated near players from the Windsor team they had defeated for the state title. They shared some friendly bantering while waiting to be served their dinners. The conversation would halt every time a coed or two sauntered past the table, and resume once the girls were out of earshot.

"Oh, my God!" groaned the linebacker from Windsor that Billy had blocked on the last play of the championship game. "I think I'm in love!"

The guys knew that was his way of stating that some very attractive girls were going to pass their table, so everyone went silent as they waited for the eye candy to walk by.

"Steve!" cried an excited Lisa as she forced her shapely ass into his lap and hugged him. "I heard you studs were going to be up my way, but I didn't expect to see you at a restaurant. I thought a bunch of good-looking guys like you would be out at a club or something, breaking poor college girls' hearts. How are you doing, Tyler, Jared, Billy?"

"I'd be doing a lot better if you were in my lap instead of Steve's," joked Jared. "You sure look good, Lisa!"

"Thank you, kind sir," laughed Lisa. "I don't think a girl would be safe on your lap, Jared. Even Steve seems to be doing a lot of fidgeting at the moment."

Steve blushed at Lisa's observation. He knew she had to feel his growing erection and she was teasing him. The other guys all broke into hearty laughter at Lisa's comment.

"My friends are waiting for me, guys, so I have to pry myself off this hunk and go join them. Say 'hello' to Charlotte for me Billy. Don't tell Gwen I was on your lap, Steve. That way I won't have to tell her how uncomfortable you were," grinned Lisa as she hurried to join her friends.

"Wow!" exclaimed the linebacker from Windsor. "You know that hot babe? She sure seems to know you, but there was no excuse for you making her uncomfortable, you lout!"

While the guys were eating, Steve received a text from Gwen. "Lisa wants you to be at 'Crazy Horse' on Broad Street at 9. Be ready to test drive your dance!"

Steve had no trouble convincing the guys to go clubbing as long as they were in a college town. They had to keep to the ones that catered to the under 21 crowd, but there were more than a few of them. Half the population of the university was under 21. Somehow they found themselves going into the 'Crazy Horse' a little before nine.

A few minutes later, Lisa caught Steve's eye and nodded to him. Then she went over to the man at the controls of the sound system and spoke to him for a minute. When the next song was over, he made an announcement.

"I have a special request by a lovely young lady. It seems that she has a special dance and has asked me to play her song so she and her partner can show you all just how to cut a rug. Without further ado, here's Bryan Adams singing 'Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman?' with our own Lisa Anderson with some random guy."

Lisa flashed a brilliant smile as she stepped into the center of the dance floor and beckoned Steve. She was dressed in a decidedly Spanish style with a low cut top that exposed both shoulders and more than a little cleavage. As the music began, the two came together and began their dance. The first time Steve lifted Lisa up and held her with one hand as she extended her body full length, the crowd gasped and then broke into a huge cheer. Applause and cheering went on for the rest of the dance.

Steve did the last lift shortly before the end of the song and slowly lowered Lisa until his face was even with hers as Bryan Adams asked "have you ever really, really, really, ever loved a woman?" Lisa was beaming as she gave Steve a quick kiss and then waved to the crowd as Steve gently placed her feet on the floor.

"That was so damned hot!" exclaimed Jared. "I have got to learn how to do that!"

"What will Gwen say when she hears about you and her sister?" asked Tyler. "That dance must be illegal in a few states! What if Gwen finds out about it?"

"Unless I miss my guess, she watched it live," laughed Steve as he pointed to several of Lisa's friends with cameras, smart phones and i Pads in their hands. "Gwen's the one that suggested it."

The following weekend was Christmas, so school was scheduled to finish on Thursday at noon. By Tuesday afternoon, Steve had received several phone calls from college football coaches wanting to recruit him. He kept the information to himself. Rumors were circulating that Jared was headed to the Big Ten, while Billy and Tyler were being recruited by Division II schools. Signing day would be in early February and the recruits were urged to not reveal their choices until that day.

"I hear all these rumors about what schools are offering scholarships to different guys, but no one has any idea where you're going, Steve. Everyone knows you must be getting calls. Billy said that you totally blew the other quarterbacks away last week. You were even able to hold a blonde bombshell over your head with one hand. He said the scouts were shaking their heads in amazement," revealed Charlotte as Steve, Gwen, and several friends were dining at Marsh's Landing. "Can you give us a hint?"

"I've had a few calls, but, to be honest, I'm waiting to see if I can get into the Naval Academy. My father and my grandfather were in the Navy. I plan on following the family tradition. I'd love to do it as an officer if I could."

"But you could get a scholarship to a good university. There's no need to risk your life in the service, or waste four years on a boat," argued Gwen. "Maybe you could go to Stanford with me! Wouldn't that be better than the Navy?"

"I don't feel that my father wasted his life; nor did my grandfather. The Navy's in my blood and I've already decided to join. You've planned on going to Stanford and being a doctor for a long time. It's your dream and your future. I respect that decision and I would hope that you'd respect mine and be as pleased for me as I am for you," reasoned Steve.

"But I'm going to be saving lives, and I won't be putting myself in danger. You'll be in danger and possibly taking lives. Don't you think that my goals are more practical?" demanded Gwen.

"Do you think that doctors have saved more lives than the Navy? This is a strange discussion. I have the utmost respect for doctors and believe that you'll be one of the best. I would hope that you'd have respect for the service people give and the sacrifices they make for our freedom."

"I do respect people that serve in the military. It's just that it's dangerous and you don't have to do it. They have lots of people in the Navy already. They wouldn't miss you."

"And they have lots of doctors, Gwen. If you don't go to med school, someone else will and there'll still be the same number of doctors. Will you make a difference? I'm sure of it. But I think I'll make a difference, too. Can you see what I mean? I don't want to argue about this."

"Oh, Steve! You'll be the best at whatever you decide to do. If your mind is made up, I'll be your strongest supporter. I didn't mean to belittle your decision. I'm so proud of you, I can hardly stand it. I was just being selfish and thinking about what I wanted for me. And what I wanted for you that would work the best for me. I bet you'll look great in uniform, sailor!" admitted Gwen as she wrapped her arms around Steve and hugged him.

"I'm glad that's settled," sighed Charlotte. "I was worried that I had started an argument between Sparta's two best known students. Are you going to be a Navy SEAL?"

"Oh no!" began Gwen before she turned to Steve again. "You are, aren't you? Well, you'd better take good care of yourself because I expect you to be around for a long time. You'll be the best SEAL ever!"

It was three days before Christmas and Steve stopped at the Andersons' home to see Gwen. Paula and Ted were preparing to go shopping and Kate was going to visit her friend down the street.

"You kids can heat up a frozen pizza, or go out to eat. Ted and I'll pick up something for ourselves while we're shopping. We should be home a little while after the stores close," offered Paula as Ted pretended to cringe.

Shortly after her family left, Gwen led Steve to the recliner and pushed him down before dropping into his lap. "I've waited forever to get you alone. I don't know how many hints I had to drop to Mom to take Dad shopping with her."

Steve silenced Gwen with a smoldering kiss. It worked so well, he gave her another. Gwen moaned into his mouth as she took his left hand and placed it on her breast. Steve needed no further invitation and slowly began to massage her breast and swollen nipple through her clothes. Gwen then started undoing her blouse buttons.

When she finished her chore, Gwen stopped kissing Steve long enough to whisper," My bra unhooks in front. Why don't you unwrap a couple of your Christmas presents"

Once again, Steve understood what Gwen was offering. He fumbled briefly, but managed to unhook Gwen's bra and release her incredible breasts. He moved both hands up her torso and cupped her gently. Then he slowly rolled her nipples between his fingers.

"Oh, Steve! I've wanted you to do that for a long time. Please don't stop!" gasped Gwen.

"There's no danger of that," replied Steve with emotion. "You're so beautiful, so sexy, and so smart. I'm really falling for you big time. I think about you all the time we're apart. I'd do anything for you."

"Will you sit here and hold me like this and kiss me, even if I'm not ready to go any farther?" asked Gwen as she nibbled on Steve's lip.

"I'd hold you like this forever, Gwen. Your breasts are perfect. Can I kiss them a little?" asked Steve.

"Not really. I want you to kiss them a lot!" replied Gwen. "My 'girls' have been looking forward to this for a long time, so take your time and treat them right."

Steve and Gwen lost track of time as they lost themselves in each other. Steve was tugging on Gwen's nipples while kissing her when a voice shocked them both back to reality.

"You've got to check your text messages! Mom and Dad are on their way home!" warned Kate as Gwen quickly refastened her bra and buttoned her blouse. "Mom texted me after you didn't answer her messages to you. She told me to hurry home and let you know they'd be here by quarter after eight and that's only a minute from now. She must have known that you'd be embarrassed if they came home early and surprised you. I don't want to even think what Dad would have done!"

"Thanks, Kate! Why don't you go to your room and act like you've been there awhile. Steve and I'll go shoot some pool," suggested Gwen as she pulled Steve toward the pool table.

Gwen had just managed to spread the balls around the table and pick up a cue stick when her parents walked into the room.

"She's pretty good, isn't she, Steve?" greeted Ted from the doorway. "She's the best player in the family."

"Yes, sir. She's very good," agreed Steve as he knocked the cue ball into a random ball on the table while Ted turned and walked into the kitchen.

"I tried to keep him shopping longer, but he finally insisted that we come home," revealed Paula with a smile as she walked up to Gwen and began fiddling with her buttons. "Somehow, you seem to have buttoned your blouse crooked. I didn't notice it before we left. I would have saved you and Steve the embarrassment of spending the entire evening with a blouse not buttoned properly. You spent a lot of effort getting me to take your father shopping, young lady. So I talked him into going with me. I'd think that the least you would do in return is watch your text messages, regardless of how distracted you may become. It could save us all some trouble."



Lady in Red Ch. 10



Steve felt his face get heat up as he listened to Paula admonish Gwen for not having her phone close at hand. She all but stated that she suspected what he and Gwen had been doing. He struggled for words to relieve the tension he felt. Before he could speak, Paula came around the pool table and stood before him.

"Don't get so nervous, Steve. I'm not accusing anyone of anything. I'm sure you two had a wonderful time, playing pool," stated Paula with a smile. "Please consider the consequences of your 'games' in the future and place Gwen's welfare before your own. Gwen's 18, and I remember being that age. I understand more than you may think. I'm asking you as a mother, and as your friend, to be cautious and go slow. I think the world of you. You know that."

After Paula left the room, Steve managed to begin breathing again. "Your mom knows! What do we do to now?"

"Yes, I think she has an idea. That's why she texted me and then Kate. She was worried about what she and Dad might walk in on. He'd be forced to thrash you again," smiled Gwen. "How cool is my Mom?"

Steve hung around to play a couple games of pool, but his mind wasn't on the game and he lost both games badly. "I think I'd better go. It's after nine and I'm a little nervous about your Dad. I'll see you in school tomorrow. Do you dare walk me to the door?"

Gwen grabbed his hand and led him to the front door. Ted and Paula were sitting in the living room watching TV as the couple walked past them. "I'm walking Steve to the door and kissing him good night, okay?"

Paula and Ted both looked up. Paula smiled and Ted shrugged as Gwen stepped outside with Steve. "Tonight was wonderful. I hope you haven't lost respect for me or think you can do those things anytime you feel like it. I reserve the right to decide how much we do and when we do it. Maybe that isn't fair, but that's the way it has to be."

"Gwen, if I respected you any more, or held you in any higher esteem, I'd explode. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever known and I'm fine with you calling the shots in our romantic activities. I do reserve the right to be an equal in everything else, okay?"

Gwen nodded as Steve pulled her to him and gave her a long kiss. "I think you're working out to be a very good boyfriend. I'm going to do my best to keep you around."

"You couldn't drive me away," declared Steve as he turned and headed for his car.

Gwen found Kate sitting on the bed in Gwen's room. "I didn't mean to interrupt you guys, but I knew Dad was coming home. I don't know what would have happened if he found you like I did. Are you and Steve lovers now? Are you on the pill? How does it feel to have a lover, especially one like Steve? I bet he's awesome!"

"Kate, I want to thank you for saving me earlier. I appreciate that you realized the need to let me know that Dad was coming home. Steve and I are not 'lovers' but I think I'm in love with the guy. We did do some serious petting tonight, but nothing below the waist. I am not on the pill, and I'm sure he'd be an incredible lover.

"Now that I answered your questions, I want to ask you one? Will you promise to never ask me about my personal love life again? I will never lie to you, but I won't answer questions like that again. That was pretty embarrassing for Steve and for me. You're a great sister, but they're some things a girl tries to keep private. It was my fault for doing it in the living room where you have every right to go. Don't mention what you saw to anyone."

"Okay, you know I won't. Mom must have suspected something because she wanted me to hurry home to tell you that she and Dad were on their way. You looked beautiful sitting on Steve's lap with him holding your breasts. I'm sorry, but I watched for a little while. He really loves you a lot. I could see it in how he held you and kissed you. I hope I find a guy like him pretty soon."

"Now, that is really embarrassing! I was almost 18 when I finally got a boyfriend, and I've been with him for over four months. These things don't happen fast. I wasn't looking for a boyfriend when I met Steve. You should just look to make friends and see what develops. I'm scared to death that I'll do something wrong with him. I'm falling in love with him. I know that, but I don't want our relationship to be about sex. I want him to love me for the person I am, but the physical part is so exciting. He's got me in his web. I just hope it all works out."

"It looks to me like you have him in your web. He's jelly in your hands, Sis. I see how he looks at you. I saw it that first day at the mall. When he looks at you his eyes get all soft and he glows. If you keep loving him, he'll never leave you. You guys are amazing when you're together. He told me that he'd love me like a sister and that makes me feel special, and obligated to never let him down. I can't imagine what it must be like for you."

Christmas Day once again saw Steve and his Uncle Joe dining at the Anderson home. Steve was pleased that his uncle had been much more receptive to visiting the Andersons this time around than he had been for Thanksgiving.

Steve sat next to Gwen on the couch as gifts were passed around. He enjoyed watching the girls open his gifts to them. It took him back to when his mother was alive and how much he had enjoyed the holiday season. His father and he had always made the effort to celebrate Christmas, but since the death of his mother, it just didn't seem the same.

"Oh, Steve! This is too much! I can't believe you gave me an I Pad! This is so cool. You're the best big brother ever!" proclaimed Kate as she forced herself onto Steve's lap and gave him kisses all over his face. "Sorry, Sis, but I've just got to thank this hunk of yours."

Ted was touched when he opened his gift and found a monogrammed pen set. He thanked Steve as he shook his hand. Paula was next. She slowly unwrapped her present to find a small box. Inside the box was an elegant silver necklace.

"Oh! This is beautiful. Lisa, help me put it on so I can see how it looks. I'm probably going to be the only Anderson woman that doesn't wind up on your lap today, Steve. Thanks so much for the beautiful necklace!"

"You have more will power than I do, Mom!" laughed Lisa as she opened her gift. "I'm kissing that guy regardless of what he gives me. Oh my! These earrings are perfect!"

Lisa threw herself at Steve and he had to reach up to catch her as she flew through the air. Somehow he let Lisa settle into his lap so she could reach up and kiss him hard on the lips.

"Thanks! And thank you, Gwen, for letting me enjoy your boyfriend so much. He's a great guy!"

Steve was nervous as he watched Gwen open her gift. It was much larger than the gifts he had given the others and he held his breath as Gwen tore the wrapping away.

"Now we'll see if bigger is better," laughed Gwen as she uncovered a large box and lifted the lid. "I'm speechless! Mom, girls, look at this! Have you ever seen anything like it? It's amazing!"

As she spoke Gwen lifted a framed oil painting and held it so the others could view it. It was a painting of Gwen from her first date as she danced in Steve's arms. His back was three-quarters toward the viewer and Gwen was facing foreward. She was the obvious focus of the painting and it was incredibly beautiful. Her mother and sisters let out the appropriate gasps as they admired the work. Gwen had tears in her eyes as she dropped down on Steve's lap and gave him a lingering kiss.

"That painting has to be the best gift I've ever received! It's so thoughtful, so personal, yet so beautiful. Whoever painted it made me look better than I really do. It's perfect, Steve. I know this took a long time to do and you must have planned this a while ago. You're the best boyfriend ever!"

Then the family watched as Steve opened his gifts. He thanked Kate with a hug when he opened her gift to find several designer shirts. "They're made of stretchy material and they'll look awesome on your muscles!"

Paula and Ted gave him a monogrammed billfold and he shook Ted's hand and gave Paula a hug. Lisa's gift was a very nice black leather jacket that fit perfectly. Steve slipped it on and then tried to hug Lisa.

"That jacket's worth another kiss!" insisted Lisa as he once again gave Steve a smoldering kiss. "Sis, we'll make this guy a clothes horse yet. Look how that jacket looks on him. If he had one of the shirts Kate gave him on under it, he'd be even more amazing."

Finally, Gwen handed Steve a small box and he looked around the room at every one as he unwrapped it. All eyes were on him. Even Uncle Joe seemed interested. Inside was a small box and Steve opened it and pulled out a heavy silver locket on a silver chain. Curious, Steve opened the locket to see a picture of him with The Lady in Red in his arms.

Suddenly Steve felt very emotional. The prior Christmas he had been alone in Germany as the Navy searched for his relatives because he was 17 and recently orphaned. He remembered the Christmases with his mother and father and other family members. Once again he felt like he was part of a real family. Unable to speak, Steve mumbled something and hurried from the room as his eyes began to water.

Gwen watched in shock as Steve quickly left the room with no acknowledgement of her gift. Stunned, she turned to her mother with an unspoken question in her eyes.

"Go to him, Gwen. I think he's overcome with emotion. He's been alone a lot and being with a loving family at Christmas may have dredged up some memories," suggested Paula.

Gwen found him on the back deck. He was staring out over the yard but didn't appear to be looking at anything. She walked up beside Steve, wrapped her arm around his waist, and laid her head against his shoulder. She waited as Steve wiped his eyes and slowed his breathing.

"I guess I made a bit of an ass of myself. I love your gift, Gwen. Almost as much as the ones I unwrapped the other night. I think I love you. Everyone in your family has been so good to me that I can't begin to express how I feel. I was totally alone last Christmas. It was a bad time. Now I'm with the most wonderful family I've ever known and I just feel so humbled. I'm afraid it'll end and I don't know if I could stand being alone again. I have all these fears and no idea how to handle them."

"You're the strongest, bravest, sweetest boy I've ever met. You aren't alone now and I hope to never let you be alone again. You have to look to the future. You've got to trust me not to ever leave you alone, even when we're apart. You're stuck with me, at least until you tell me differently."

"I'll never let you go!" insisted Steve as he pulled Gwen into his arms and kissed her gently on the lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I don't know what the problem was," reported Kate to the family as she hurried back into the room and took her seat. "But Gwen seems to have found the cure for whatever it was. They'll be in pretty soon. We still have to give Uncle Joe his gift!"

Gwen led Steve back into the room and made him sit back down on the sofa. Then she sat next to him and smiled. "We're fine now. Let's give Uncle Joe his gift and then eat dinner!"

After dinner, there was a constant parade of family and friends stopping in to visit the Andersons. Gwen grandparents along with Diane's family arrived in the afternoon. Steve was once again sitting on the couch holding Gwen's hand when Stephanie came into the room. She looked at Gwen questioningly and Gwen nodded. Smiling, Stephanie dropped into Steve's lap and hugged him.

"I have something for you, Steve. It isn't much, but I wanted you to know that I was thinking of you," stated Stephanie as she handed a small wrapped box to him.

Steve wrapped his arms around Stephanie and took the box in his hands as she giggled at being trapped on his lap. Her grandmother beamed at Diane as they both watched Steve and Stephanie interact.

"A sports watch? Thanks, Steph! Now I get to hug you," laughed Steve as he pulled Stephanie tight to his chest.

To his surprise, Stephanie wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him quickly on the lips. Then she looked around at her mother and grandmother with a smile. "It's okay. Gwen doesn't mind, and I don't think Steve does either. Do you, Steve?"

"Well, I'm a little worried about Gwen getting jealous when I have her beautiful cousin on my lap kissing me. I'd be even more worried if Gwen wasn't around because then your dad would be after me. Pretty girls like you can be dangerous to the average guy. It isn't easy to control myself. Fear is the only thing that stops me from kissing you a lot more, Steph," admitted Steve as he released Stephanie.

"See how he calls me 'Steph', Grandma?" asked Stephanie as she remained perched on Steve's lap. "He's the only person that does. I like it that way."

"You've done a wonderful job drawing Stephanie out," praised Gwen's grandmother when she managed to be alone with Steve in the kitchen. "On the down side, I have another granddaughter in love with you, but so far that doesn't seem to be a problem for any of them. Gwen has really grown and matured into an amazing woman and part of that is to your credit. She's a very happy young woman and I'm sure you're doing your best to keep her that way.

"Paula told me about that dreadful incident in the parking lot. I can't tell you how relieved I am to know that the girls, and Paula, have such a capable protector around. It's a real comfort. You're aces high in this family!"

Monday morning saw the Anderson women, along with Steve, driving back to Amber O'Leary's home. They were using the Christmas break to try their new wardrobes. They were scheduled to spend the afternoon in a photo shoot for the line of gowns and swim suits Amber had designed.

"I'm going to be marketing this idea to a national department store chain later this week," stated Amber. "I know that they often break their markets down and feature different products in different areas, depending on what is popular in that area. I'm going to try to convince them the 'Lady in Red' line will be very popular in this area. If we can generate enough interest in a few states close to us, it may expand. At least, that's my goal.

"Right now, I want everyone to try on the swimsuits and formal wear to be sure we have everything is fitted properly. Ann will be able to make any minor adjustments immediately, and there shouldn't be any major changes needed."

Steve was shown a bedroom where his outfits were hanging. It required very little time for him to put on a swimsuit or even a tuxedo and show Amber and Ann how they fit. There was a small adjustment needed in the chest of one jacket, but other than that, his clothes fit like they were made for him. He settled in watch TV in the living room while the girls spent a couple hours getting their clothes perfect.

After a late lunch, Amber took them to a very large old home that looked more like a mansion.

"This is the home of a friend of Dad's. He gave his okay for us to use it for our photographs today. One reason we want to use it is his indoor pool. It's incredible and will make a great backdrop for the swimsuit pictures. It also has an amazing foyer with two stairways. Naomi is probably setting her equipment up there now, so let's go meet her," suggested Amber.

Naomi was an unusual looking woman about Amber's age. She had tattoos on her arms and legs. She wore her hair very short and colored it a dull orange. If it weren't for her obvious breasts, Steve felt she could pass for a man, at least from the back. He soon gained respect for her knowledge of her craft as she was a no nonsense, do as I say, sort of person. She gave instructions with the expectation that they would be followed.

She started everyone out in the evening wear that Amber had designed. "I want to get the glamour shots before we go by the pool and somebody gets wet or their hair comes undone."

Naomi told everyone what they needed to wear for the first pictures and where to get changed. Steve had his tux on and was back by Naomi in a few minutes, waiting for the girls. "Damn, Amber! You're making this too easy. I don't think I could get a bad picture of this guy. With all those pretty sisters, this should be one hell of a shoot!" declared Naomi.

Under the watchful eye of Paula, Steve and the girls posed for hundreds of shots. Usually, Steve's wardrobe would somehow blend with, or match the clothes that Gwen wore. Now and then, he would match up with Kate or Lisa. His poses with Kate were carefully planned to be age appropriate. They were directed through various activities to prevent the pictures from looking stiff or posed.

Then everyone changed in swimsuits. Again, Steve's poses with Kate were always age appropriate, which caused Kate to grumble a few times. In the situations where Steve's trunks matched with Lisa's suits, Naomi was much more sexual and suggestive. She took a lot of pictures of Steve with Lisa standing by him, leaning against him and quite a few with Steve holding Lisa in some way. Near the end, Naomi had Lisa stand behind a seated Steve and lean over his back so her breasts were pressed against him and her ample cleavage was on display. Naomi experimented with numerous poses where Lisa was draped over Steve with her breasts against some part of his body.

There was a short break while Steve changed for his session with Gwen only. These started out pretty intimate and Naomi pushed for more. "We don't know when we'll be able to do this again, so let's get some pictures for round two. We'll need them if this takes off like we think it will."

Gwen and Steve changed suits numerous times, and each time, Gwen appeared in a smaller, sexier suit. Steve was going over the Periodic Table in his mind to avoid another embarrassing erection. Even that failed to be effective when Naomi pulled Steve and Gwen to the side and revealed her next request.

"I want to get some pictures of you guys together, but with Gwen topless. At no time will I take any photos showing any nipple, but I want her tits pressed against your chest and arms. You'll be covering her most private parts, but the viewer will know she's topless. These may never be used, but if we ever go international, they'll be needed. France, Italy, and Germany in particular lack our hang-ups about topless beaches and sunbathing."

Steve couldn't even form a response. Gwen looked at him, and then at her mother. "I'll have to talk to Mom. She needs to see every picture you take. I don't want to find out later on that there are topless pictures of me floating around the internet. If Mom will go along with it, we'll do it."

Paula was summoned over and Gwen explained what Naomi wanted and how Gwen wanted Paula to oversee the actual photography. "So, what do you think, Mom? Will you keep an eye on the camera for me and be sure I'm not compromising myself or my future?"

Paula was more than a little uncomfortable with the situation. Gwen had always been so conservative and now she was willing to do a topless photo shoot with a boy! How did it come to this?

Paula remembered how she felt when Steve saved her from the thugs intent of robbing and raping her. She thought about the river rescue that Gwen and Steve pulled off. She thought about Diane remarking about the amazing and special things that happen when Steve and Gwen are together. Paula recognized that she had total confidence in Gwen and Steve. To try to prevent these things from occurring was like trying to stop the "cosmic force" to which Diane had alluded.

"A few months ago I was worried that you'd never have a date. Now you're going to take your top off for pictures with a boy? I don't know which extreme is worse. Do you really feel comfortable with this? What about Steve?"





Lady in Red Ch. 10



"Mom! Do you think Steve will complain about posing with me topless? He'll love it!"

Steve heard the last comment and interjected. "I might complain. I don't want explicit pictures of you floating around. You mean too much to me to do something exciting now that I'll regret later. At the very least, I want to see all the shots while they're on the disc and have the right to delete any I don't like. You're perfect, Gwen. People admire you and consider you a role model. I think you're really sexy and beautiful. You don't have to show your breasts to look great, or be noticed. I'll go along with this as long as your mom and I both have the power to delete any pictures we feel are over the line."

"You surprise me, Steve, but in a good way," admitted Gwen. "I'm really happy that you care about my reputation and honor. However, I don't get to model very often and I know darn well that a lot of models would be topless in your arms if that's what the photographer asked. Heck, they'd do it whether she asked or not. I feel safe with you and mom involved. I'm over 18 and may be out of college by the time these pictures come out. As long as my nipples are not showing, I want to try this. I've always been so careful and proper. I want to take advantage of opportunities and not regret what I was afraid to do."

"If you're certain, I guess it'll be okay. I'm worried about your father's reaction. We've got to be sure that all pictures on that chip are good ones and we leave nothing that can come back and bite us later," stated Paula. "These have to be high quality shots and not porn."

Kate and Lisa had been lounging by the pool but sat up when they saw the others in a small conference. When Gwen reached behind her back and unhooked her top, the sisters jumped to their feet and headed for Paula.

"What's going on, Mom?" demanded Kate. "Why is Gwen topless? Are we going to do x-rated stuff now?"

"No. 'we' are not, young lady. Naomi has asked Gwen to pose for some tasteful topless pictures with Steve. We're going to be very careful to keep her nipples from being in any pictures. And before you ask, the answer is 'no', you cannot pose that way with Steve."

Naomi was directing Steve and Gwen as she shot picture after picture. She had Gwen just touch Steve's chest with her nipples and look into his eyes, She had Steve wrap an arm around her smashing her breasts out so they bulged above and below Steve's forearm. Then Gwen stood behind a seated Steve and leaned over him, pressing her nipples into his shoulder, but showing the rest of her breasts.

"Oh, my!" exclaimed Paula as she watched the proceedings. "They're certainly provocative poses. I hope she's about done."

Naomi turned to the group watching and asked, "Lisa, would you be interested in being in some of these pictures?"

"Since you twisted my arm!" laughed Lisa as she hurried over to join her sister. As she walked, she worked on removing her halter. By the time she reached Steve and Gwen, she was topless.

Steve groaned and Lisa and Gwen laughed. "I'd think you feel pretty darn proud of yourself, Steve," teased Lisa. "Don't I look good enough to pose with you and Gwen? Am I too fat, of flat-chested? Are my girls too small after seeing Gwen's?"

Naomi didn't give Steve a chance to respond as she directed the three in numerous poses. She had Steve hold a girl in each arm with their chests against his shoulders. She even had him stand facing the camera with his legs spread the sisters sat at his feet with their arms wrapped around his thighs and their boobs pressed against his legs.

"Gwen! It looks like there's something alive in Steve's trunks," observed Lisa with a straight face. "It may not be safe for us to be so close. We don't know what it is, or how big it'll get!"

Steve had hoped that the jock would help keep his cock under control, or at least from being obviously out of control. When the sisters tag teamed him, that idea went out the window. When Naomi finally told him she was finished, Steve scooped up a girl in each arm and jumped into the pool. When they surfaced, Lisa and Gwen piled on Steve in an attempt to dunk him. Steve dropped under the surface. Suddenly Lisa screamed as she rose out of the water and was launched toward the deep end. Gwen turned and ran for the shallow end, but Steve dove and tackled her before she made two steps. He made a big production of lifting her over his head and tossing her in the general direction of Lisa. Then he turned and climbed out of the pool.

Naomi had not expected the horse play in the pool, but quickly took advantage of it. She constantly snapped photos during the water battle. She also photographed each of the combatants as they climbed from the pool.

Steve walked over and sat down near Paula and Kate. "You've seen Gwen, Lisa, and even Mom. I bet you're dying to see how I look topless, aren't you, Steve," asked Kate with barely concealed excitement.

"Kate, you're a stunning girl, but you'd get me arrested and jailed for a long time, so please don't even think about it," responded Steve to an obviously disappointed Kate. "Until you're eighteen, okay?"

Kate's eyes lit up and she gave Steve a huge smile as she turned and strutted away. The group spent over half an hour going over the topless pictures.

The women were surprised that Steve deleted three photos they were going to leave. "I know how guys think and those three were just too suggestive. I don't want anyone saying this was some sort of orgy or something."

Satisfied with the day's work, the group went to get dressed for the trip back to Sparta. Meanwhile, in a rented house a few miles away from the house with the pool, six men gathered around an old wooden table. "We have almost all of the pieces in place. Soon you will change the course of history. We have only to select a target and determine the best day to strike. These Americans are lazy and soft. We shall have no obstacles in attaining our goals. You will be famous for all time, My Brothers."

"Fame is not my goal," replied a large man with a swarthy beard and dark complexion. "I only hope to do my share in destroying this country. These people are godless; flaunting their bodies and respecting nothing. Death is no more than they deserve."

"Nevertheless," replied the first man in his native Farsi, "you shall be famous and your family will be well rewarded. Soon these infidels will know fear whenever your name is mentioned. Rest assured that the cable news channels will mention it often! Within the week, I will determine our target. Vengeance will be ours. Justice will be ours!"

The rest of the week passed quickly. Steve and the girls spent hours working on the dances that Diane had chosen for them. Amber reported that she had an appointment with a large retail store to present her "Lady in Red" line. She had all the dresses and swimsuits completed and she and Naomi had put together a portfolio of photographs to use in the presentation.

"I have to tell you that the photos are incredible. You Andersons even made Steve look good," laughed Amber over the speaker phone as she chatted with Gwen, Paula, and Steve. "Being the governor's daughter may help get me in the door, but my designs and the attractive models wearing them will determine if we have any success. That and the fame you two have generated from the river rescue, the dance, and the state football title. I feel really good about our chances!"

Two days later Steve was at the mall with Tyler Smith and Jared White. As they approached the food court, Steve saw Stephanie and one of her friends standing on the other side of the food court. He noticed that both girls seemed agitated as several boys stood near them, pointing and laughing. It didn't look like anything very serious, but it gave Steve an idea.

"You guys see those two girls over there? Stephanie is Gwen's cousin and Jade is her friend. I think it would be extremely cool if you two sort of rescued them from those little punks that are teasing them," suggested Steve.

"I know Stephanie," admitted Tyler. "She's really good looking and I'd be glad to act the tough guy to impress her, but what do you think we should do once we chase those clowns away?

"Good question. Not to brag, but if you tell them you're on your way to meet me and ask them if they want to come along, Stephanie will join you. I imagine Jade will stick with her friend and agree to come with you," reasoned Steve.

"We're not just reeling in more hot babes for the Hammer stable, are we?" demanded Jared. "I'm not going to put any effort in getting you more girls to add to your collection."

"It's about time you added some 'hot babes' to your own collection," laughed Steve. "Stephanie has a bit of a crush on me, but that's mostly because no decent guys have treated her right. I don't know much about Jade, except she's way too good looking for an ugly guy like you, but I'm willing to do my best to help you get a girlfriend. Just bring the girls over to the food court and let me work my magic for your benefit."

The two friends agreed and took off on the direction of the girls while Steve found an empty table at the food court and sat down. He was studying the menu at the sandwich shop when someone suddenly dropped into his lap.

"This is my lucky day!" grinned Stephanie. "First these football studs rescue us from those dumb ass boys and then they bring us over to find you here without Gwen. Have you met my girlfriend, Jade?"

Steve stood with Stephanie clinging to him. He gently placed her on her feet and turned to Jade. "I've seen you around and always wondered who that pretty girl with Stephanie was. Now I know. Hi, Jade."

"Come on, Hammer! Knock off the smooth talk. You've got enough girls already," complained Jared.

"How do you think you get nice girls to like you?" countered Steve. "You notice how pretty they look and you tell them. Let's all sit down and get something to eat. You girls eat free, just for sitting with us and making everyone else in the mall jealous."

"Stephanie, I see why you're always talking about Steve," laughed Jade. "He really does treat a girl right. I hope his manners rub off on these other two."

Once everyone had their food, Steve moved to the next part of his plan. "Steph, these two clods want to learn how to dance like we do. Do you think you're mom could work them into her schedule. The other problem they have is that they're socially dysfunctional and can't find any girls to partner with them when they learn. I was thinking as a Christmas gift to them, I'd hire you and Jade to work as their dance partners while they learned.

"I know it doesn't sound very appealing. These guys are pretty good on the gridiron, but are about as graceful as a couple of bulls in a china shop. How much would you need to subject yourselves to the misery of dancing with these two left-footed freaks?" 

Tyler and Jared both showed their surprise at Steve's request. Their jaws dropped and eyes seemed to bulge. Stephanie and Jade swung their attention to the two friends for a few seconds.

"I'd be willing to work with Tyler, if Jade's up to risking her life working with the big guy. I don't want any money, but you have to do something nice for us. You can surprise us; that is if Jade is willing to go along with it."

"I don't know how much you weigh, Jared, but you'd better not stomp on my feet!" declared Jade. "It'll be like helping the underprivileged or doing charity work. Count me in, and that surprise had better be a good one!"

Jared and Tyler were dumfounded. Somehow they were suddenly obligated to learn to dance with two very attractive girls! They were embarrassed that they knew virtually nothing about dancing, but excited about the prospects of holding a pretty girl in their arms

Before Steve and Gwen began their practice that evening, Diane made a point of asking Steve about Jared and Tyler. "Stephanie told me that you tried to hire her and Jade to dance with two of your friends. What was that all about?"

"Did she tell you that she told me they'd do it for free? I saw an opportunity to draw Stephanie out of her shell a little more. Tyler is a great guy. His dad runs the bank. Jared is one of my best friends, too. But both of the guys are surprisingly shy around girls. They talk a good talk but they're as pathetic as I was before I met Gwen. They've mentioned how they're jealous of me when I dance with Gwen or Lisa.

"I was thinking this might be a great opportunity to get you some business, help the guys gain confidence, and get the girls a little experience with boys, but under your supervision. They both know that they have to pay for the lessons and they're fine with that. I think that some others may want to learn when they find out that two tough football players are doing it."

"Stephanie was pretty excited about dancing with Tyler. She mentioned several times that he was a senior on the football team and she was just a sophomore. It seems that she feels like she's climbing socially. I hope I do get more students. I'll give a discount and donate part of my fee to your hospital fund, if you two help me once a week. You can help show the steps to the slower learners and help sharpen the better dancers. If everyone knows they'll get some practice time with 'The Lady in Red' and the studly architect of 'The Drive', classes will be full before long."

"That sounds like a great idea! We can help you one day a week without too much trouble," reasoned Gwen with a smile. "We'll be helping kids learn to interact socially a little better and make money for the hospital fund at the same time. That was a darn good idea, for a jock."

It was agreed that Diane would make some flyers and Steve and Gwen would help circulate them around school, as well as around town. They decided to build a simple web page to provide a source for schedules, fees, location, and contact information.

New Year's Eve was a subdued event. Paula insisted that there had been enough excitement the past year and her family would bring in the New Year at home. The kids were allowed to have friends over, but there would be no alcohol for minors and not a whole lot for the adults. Then Diane suggested that her family host the party and they would have dancing in her studio. Everyone was still allowed to have friends attend.

Gwen invited Laura, who immediately asked if she could bring Coach Watkins. Angela Walker was delighted to accept an invitation. Steve coaxed Jared and Tyler into going. It wasn't too hard once he mentioned that Stephanie and Jade would be there. Charlotte and Billy readily accepted an invitation. Lisa surprised everyone by asking Mike Boone to stop in. He was a local contractor a couple years out of trade school and two years older than Lisa.

Everyone but Gwen was surprised when Ms. Summers arrived with a date. His name was Larry Donner. The guy was as big as Ashley Summers was petite. He was the stereotypical body builder with an amazing physique surpassed only by his vanity. Steve took an immediate dislike to the guy. When they were introduced, Donner tried to squeeze Steve's hand into pulp. Steve reaction was to look at his hand and back at Donner.

"If you're looking for a guy to hold hands with, keep on looking," smiled Steve as Donner suddenly released his hand. "A simple hand shake shouldn't be that difficult, but you seem to be lacking in that social skill. Don't try that with me again."

Steve had spent the last couple years pretty much in the exclusive company of men, very tough men. He had learned from them. He had little patience for posers, and Donner was definitely a poser. Real men didn't try to belittle or diminish others to improve their own image.

Gwen saw Steve's tight smile but barely heard his voice. She knew something had passed between the two men. She watched Donner grin back at Steve and then move on to meet the other guests. She paid close attention when he shook hands with Jared. She saw Jared flinch as Donner maintained contact longer than normal in a handshake. Again, Donner walked away with a big grin as Jared rubbed his hand.

Gwen was concerned that a man with an attitude like Donner's could easily annoy other men and she knew she had several alpha males at the party. She decided to keep a close eye on Ashley Summer's date.

Steve and Gwen's friends enjoyed the music and dancing. They weren't allowed any alcohol, but they had lots to eat and had a great time. That was until Donner began hanging around the students and making disparaging remarks about any male that danced. He questioned the testosterone supply and manhood of anyone that acted like a "fag". Steve did his best to ignore him, until Ashley Summers asked Donner to leave the kids alone.

Before anyone could guess his intentions, Donner delivered a nasty backhand to her face. She fell backward and the group suddenly went silent. Everyone saw Steve step up to Donner and say something quietly into his ear. Donner grinned and headed for the back door. Steve asked Jared to close the door behind them and not to allow anyone out.

Jared nodded his head in understanding and took up a guard position in front of the closed door. When he refused to let Gwen by, she called for her father and her Aunt Diane's husband. The two men had heard the gasps and screams caused by Donner's blow to Ashley Summers and were entering the studio when Gwen called for them.

"Dad, Uncle Will! That brute, Donner, just backhanded Ms. Summers hard. He knocked her down and Steve said something to him. They both went out the backdoor and Jared won't let anyone by! Steve may be in trouble. You men have to go out there and put a stop to whatever's going on."

Lisa and her date had just helped Ashley to a chair when there was a knock on the back door. Jared opened the door and Steve walked in. He went to Ashley and spoke gently to her.

"Donner asked me to offer his apologies for his earlier behavior and for having to leave so quickly, Ms. Summers. He just remembered an important appointment he had back at the gym. I promised that we'd be sure that you had a safe ride home and that he didn't have to worry about you."

"Really?" asked the disbelieving teacher as she accepted a small towel wrapped around some ice and placed it on her face. "He just suddenly realized he was an abusive ass and apologized? Then he remembered an appointment at nine on New Year's Eve? You're an amazing young man. You try to protect everyone and anyone in trouble, including a teacher that should have known better than to take up with a narcissistic moron. He just looked so darn good."

"Don't worry about him, Ms. Summers. As beautiful as you are, you can have almost any guy you want. You just need to judge the next one on more than strength and looks," suggested Gwen.

"If I didn't know Steve as well as I do, I'd be laughing in your face for that statement. Are you suggesting that looks and strength aren't important to you? It was just a coincidence that you wound up with Steve? I know what you say is true, but let's be honest. Your boyfriend practically cornered the market on good looks and muscles, so when you say that shouldn't be part of the criteria for a boyfriend, it sounds ironic coming from you, at the very least."

"She has a point," laughed Lisa. "You're the poster child for girls that go for good looking guys with big muscles."

"If I had been allowed to finish, I would have mentioned that character, loyalty, courage, kindness, and dependability are as important. Does anyone here feel that I picked a guy that lacked those qualities?" asked Gwen as she looked around the room.

"Now you're just bragging!" quipped Laura. "Ashley, let me look at your face. I think you're probably going to be okay, but I have to recommend that you go to the hospital. That's standard protocol. If you choose to not go, avoid alcohol and stay a few more hours with us so I can watch you for any signs of a concussion. Not a great way to welcome in the New Year, but you'll be safe here."




Lady in Red Ch. 10



"I'm sorry for all the fuss I caused. I didn't know what a jerk Larry was. He seemed like a nice guy at the gym, so I invited him to come with me tonight. It was our first date and it'll be the last."

"I suspect your friend may be into steroids pretty heavily. His muscle mass was way too great and his rather strange behavior was text book 'roid rage'. It's best you switch gyms and avoid him totally. He's headed down a bad road," predicted Laura.

I never thought about that," admitted Ashley as she looked in Steve's direction. "He looked so rugged and so handsome. Are most muscular men on steroids?"

"No, not necessarily," responded Laura as she followed Ashley's gaze. "I can assure you that Steve is not taking steroids, and it's unlikely any of the football players on any team coached by Mr. Watkins would be. He doesn't tolerate illegal, unethical, or unhealthy behavior by his players. These young men gained their strength the old fashioned way; genetics and hard work.

A little later, Steve found himself alone with Lisa's date. "I've to tell you that I was prepared to not like you, Steve. Lisa keeps saying all these great things about you, and it gets to me after a while. I really like her and want to date her, but she keeps talking about some other guy. This other guy is everything you could ever want in a man, and he isn't me.'

"I'll let you in on something I finally figured out about the Anderson family. You may find it hard to accept. If you want to get in good with Lisa, be good to me. That'll help. Be very good to Gwen and Kate and her parents. Be polite and respectful to her aunts and uncles and grandparents," advised Steve.

"Why would I have to be good to you to get Lisa to like me better? Do you have control over her or something, or are you just an egotistical asshole?"

"I thought it might be hard to understand, but I'll try to explain it better. Lisa loves her family. Because Gwen and I are close, Lisa loves me, but like a brother. There will never be any sex between us for a few reasons. Lisa will never betray her sister. I will never betray Gwen. That makes me safe for Lisa to flirt with and tease. She knows that I understand and she loves me for it. The same goes for Kate. They love me mostly because Gwen does. That's how close the sisters are.

"If you and Lisa get close, Kate and Gwen will treat you special, once they decide that you're good enough for their sister. They'll love you like Lisa and Kate love me. You have to tease and flirt back with them, but never make any sort of inappropriate advance that could make them think you would be unfaithful to their sister, regardless of how seductive and flirty they behave. They expect you to be safe to tease. Never break that trust.

"I know this is unusual, but I'll repeat myself. That's how close these sisters are. Watch Gwen when I dance with Kate. She'll beam that we get along so well. It makes her happy to know we're close. Jealousy seldom enters into their thoughts because they trust each other and love each other," concluded Steve as he walked over to Diane and spoke quietly to her.

"Okay, everyone. I've just received a suggestion that Steve and Kate give a preview of the dance they'll be performing at the Inaugural Ball next week. Of course they'll be dressed to kill, but here's the dance they'll do. Kate actually selected the music, which will be no surprise to anyone. Dancing to 'Little Sister' by Elvis, here's Kate and Steve!"

Kate smiled brightly as she stepped into the center of the studio to join Steve as the music began. It was a fast paced, energetic dance with Steve and Kate gyrating in unison at times and then coming together and dancing in perfect harmony the rest of the time. The steps were quick and appeared very complicated, but Steve and Kate never faltered. When it finished, Kate threw herself into Steve's arms and kissed him soundly.

Gwen was the first person to reach them as everyone whistled and clapped. "Kate! That was fantastic! You two were perfect. I'm so proud of you."

Steve turned to Mike and nodded knowingly to him as Gwen hugged Kate. When Gwen wrapped her arms around Steve, he again looked at Mike and gave him a big smile as he hugged Gwen back.

As midnight approached, Steve found himself enjoying a slow dance with Gwen. The TV on the wall was muted, but showed the countdown to the New Year. As the clock struck midnight, Steve pulled Gwen close and gave her a long, lingering kiss.

When he finally released Gwen, Kate was beside him. "That was nice, Steve, but there's a lot more girls here that need a kiss from you. Let's get the year started right!"



Lady in Red Ch. 11



When school resumed after New Year's, Ashley Summers asked Steve to follow her into the empty hallway at the beginning of her class. "My friend that goes to the gym where I met Larry called me yesterday. She told me that she heard that he had an accident. He fell down the stairs on New Year's Eve and broke his left arm, a couple ribs, and his nose!"

"Gee, that's too bad," replied Steve in a noncommittal tone. "Maybe he had too much to drink."

"Steve! You know damn well that jerk didn't fall down any stairs. He fell into your disfavor when he struck me. The guy was as strong as an ox and look what happened to him. Please don't make a habit of it, but thanks for worrying about me, and for getting him away from me. I doubt he'll be coming back around anytime soon. You're an amazing young man. I hope you don't get into any trouble over this. You make me wish I was eight years younger and as pretty as Gwen. Thanks!"

"Ms. Summers, The guy's telling people that he fell down the stairs. How would that affect me? He could have had too much to drink and fallen down the stairs like he said happened. Don't worry about me. And," added Steve. "You're a very attractive woman and you don't need to look like anyone else. You'll find the right guy."

Gwen looked questioningly at Steve when he and Ashley returned to the classroom. Steve shrugged and mouthed the word "later" as Ashley explained to the class how she had bumped into a set of weights at the gym over the weekend and blackened her eye. She took some good natured ribbing from that explanation for a little while and then class began.

Steve waited for Gwen after class. "So what did Ms. Summers need to discuss with her hero before class this morning? Was she worried that we'd tell the other kids what happened?"

"I don't think that even occurred to her. She heard that Donner fell down some stairs on New Year's and hurt his arm. She just wanted to be sure I wouldn't get in trouble for it and I assured her that some guy falling down his stairs couldn't affect me."

"Steve, I know your father was a SEAL and you've been around some rough people and places, but is it necessary to use violence to solve every problem?"

"Of course it isn't. You know that as well as I do. But to respond to what you're trying to ask, I don't take advantage of anyone and I don't look for confrontation. But I will stand up to bullies and abusive people. What chance did Ashley have with Donner? What chance would you have? What about your mom with those two creeps? As long as there are people walking the planet, there'll be bad ones that want to control, or hurt, those that are smaller and weaker. That's where guys like me come in. I feel strongly about that. My dad ingrained that in me from the time I was little. Be polite but help those in need."

"Was it necessary to have that scene outside with Donner? He would have left that night and it would have been over with," reasoned Gwen.

"How about Ashley? Are you confident that he would have left her alone after that evening? Don't you think he might've abused her again? I wasn't willing to take that chance. He's a bully. He struck a woman. The only thing he'll understand is pain. He needs to know that there'll be dire consequences if he bothers Ashley again."

"I didn't think about him going back to see Ashley again! She could be in danger if he did. I may have been hasty in thinking you were too rash in confronting him, Steve. I just don't want you to be hurt, or get into trouble. I can see how he could have been a real threat to her. I've got to learn to trust your thoughts and actions when dealing with men, especially bad men. I'm sorry for suggesting that you're too keen on using violence. I saw how you risked your life and almost died to save those two little boys. You're amazing when I think about it. Forgive me?"

"How can I ever be upset with you? I spend my days thinking about you when I'm not with you. You let me determine how to handle the bad men and I'll let you guide me past the bad women. How's that?" asked Steve as he put his arm around Gwen's waist and walked with her.

The weekend came quickly and Saturday morning saw a small caravan leave Sparta bound for the inauguration of the new governor. Lisa had asked Mike Boone to attend the gala with her and they took his car. Steve rode with Gwen, Kate, and their parents. Laura and Coach Watkins took his car while Angela Walker drove out Friday evening and spent the night.

"I mentioned to Amber Stahl that we'd be attending the festivities and that Steve and I would be dancing our dance at the Ball. I suggested that we'd be very receptive to her covering any part of our activities, and less receptive to other news people," revealed Gwen. 'She called me back last night and told me that her station had managed to wrangle a place for her at the inauguration and Ball. She complained that she only had a few hours to get a new gown for the occasion, but she was really pleased that we thought of her.

"Amber O'Leary called yesterday. She said that she had a major department store very interested in her designs. According to her, they were very complimentary about us and were pleased that we were involved in the project. They were really impressed when she told them that we were going to donate all the profits to the hospital fund. She thought that might have been the clincher for the deal. They promised a final decision by early next week. This thing could take off, Steve. How cool would that be?"

"I'm having trouble imagining all of this. If it turns out that it raises money for the building fund, it'll be very cool. With beautiful models like the Anderson sisters, how can this not be a success?"

"I could get used to having this guy around all of the time. He's such a good judge of beauty," quipped Kate. "I wonder how it would have worked out if I had been reading at the mall that day instead of Gwen, and she had been shopping for clothes. What do you think, Steve?"

"If I had seen you first? I guess I would have stopped looking, Kate. You're a living doll. But, fate led me to Gwen first and I can't seem to get past her, and I really don't want to, either."

For the actual inauguration, Governor-elect O'Leary had Steve and Gwen sit right behind his immediate family and in front of many of his supporters and donors. Steve tried to protest the seating arrangements, but Amber quickly ended that discussion.

"Dad has his reasons. Remember, he beat the incumbent, so he knows what he's doing. He's repaying you for saving us, but he's also taking advantage of the fact that you and Gwen are hot commodities right now. It'll be very good public relations to have you as a personal friend, and vice versa. Just sit there, look studly, and clap now and then."

After the swearing-in, Steve, Gwen, and the rest headed for their rooms that Amber had reserved for them at an upscale hotel less than a block from the Governor's Mansion, were the Ball was to be held. When they went to check in, they found that rooms had been reserved for couples, including Steve and Gwen, Lisa and Mike, Ted and Paula, Laura and Coach Watkins, and Kate and Angela Walker.

Ted addressed the situation immediately. "These reservations aren't going to work this way. Paula and I will have a room, my daughters will share a room, Mike and Steve can share a room, and Angela can have one to herself. Laura and Coach Watkins are able to determine for themselves where they want to spend the night. Any questions or complaints?"

"I'm pretty content with things as they are," laughed Laura as she wrapped her arm around Coach's Watkins. "My dad's over a thousand miles away, so I'll be sharing my room with this guy!"

"Maybe one of us could spend the night with Ms. Walker, if she doesn't mind? That would make it less crowded," offered Gwen.

"Okay, I'll take Steve," deadpanned Angela Walker to the shocked gathering. "My father's only a hundred miles away, but I'm sure he'd approve."

Gwen was still in shock as everyone else began to laugh quite heartily. "Ms. Walker! I think we're going to have some fun tonight!" laughed Lisa. "I like the way you think. That was so funny!"

"What? You think I'm joking?" laughed Angela Walker. "Wait until the champagne kicks in tonight."

Amber O'Leary had reserved a room in the mansion for the girls to change their gowns. It was a bedroom in the living area of the mansion. Steve was shown what appeared to have been a large closet where his tuxedos were hanging.

"It isn't much, but you get changed so fast there wasn't much reason to use another bedroom for your clothes. We have a full house tonight. I'll be sleeping in the room the girls are using for their gowns. This is going to be a big night for my dad, and for us. I have a few media people that owe me favors and they'll be mentioning that I designed the girls' gowns and your tuxedos. Gwen said she has her favorite reporter here as well. I think we should be able to garner a lot of good publicity. And, I expect you to save a dance for me."

Steve quickly changed into his first tuxedo for the evening and stepped into the hallway, bumping into Amber Stahl as he did so. "Excuse me, Ma'am. I apologize for being such a clumsy oaf. Are you a supermodel? Here for the festivities?"

"Thanks! I appreciate the compliment, but we both know I'm no supermodel, like your girlfriend and her sisters. I'm just trying to be a good reporter," replied Amber modestly.

"Well, with a face and figure like yours, you could be one of the ladies on Fox News or the Weather Channel. You really clean up well, Amber. I think your combination of smarts, good looks, and hard work will take you pretty far."

"It sure doesn't hurt that you and Gwen keep insisting that I be the one to cover you when possible. I have to thank you for that. It's really given my career a boost."

"It's a symbiotic relationship. You help us get the coverage we need to raise money for the hospital fund, and we'll try to help you climb up to the top. I'll be watching you anchor the evening news some night and feel proud that we started out together in Sparta."

Steve waited for Gwen and escorted her into the grand ballroom. What looked like a small orchestra, or a large band, occupied a raised platform on the side of the dance floor. Steve noticed a computer plugged into a sound system and realized that it would be a simple matter to play recorded music at any time.

"Lisa is a little worried about Mike," whispered Gwen as the couple gazed at the decorations and signs hanging everywhere. "He wasn't very happy that Dad said we sisters are sleeping together. He also told Lisa that he doesn't like her dancing with other guys, especially you."

"I tried to explain to him that the more your sisters liked me, the more you would like me. But that you were the only girl for me. I told him that Kate and Lisa would never betray you and they knew that I was safe to flirt with and tease. I guess he couldn't wrap his head around it."

"It seems to be a difficult concept for a lot of men, but the guy that wins Lisa's heart will have to accept that she loves you, and not only like a brother. The good side of that, for him, will be that if Lisa loves him, so will Kate and I. She needs a confident, mature man, like the one I found."

The festivities began with the governor and his wife sweeping into the room as they were announced. They had the entire floor to themselves for the first dance. When the second song began, Steve took Gwen into his arms and led her around the dance floor. He noticed that Amber Stahl had a much smaller camera than usual as she shadowed them for a couple minutes. After the first dance of the evening, Governor O'Leary stepped to the microphone and welcomed everyone. Then he announced a special treat for the crowd.

"You've all seen the dance videos on the internet. You've all seen the drama of two infants rescued from the frigid waters of the Emerson River. Now you'll have the distinct pleasure of watching, live and in person, my friends, Gwen Anderson and Steve Hammer as they once again perform the incredibly beautiful 'Lady in Red'. Please welcome these two amazing young people!"

The crowd clapped politely until the music began. Steve led Gwen to the center of the floor and took her in his arms and together they danced their dance better than they had ever danced it before. The red gown the Amber had designed for Gwen was sexy without looking slutty. Steve's tuxedo had some red lines along the lapel that matched Gwen's dress. The music was played perfectly and the singer managed a credible job with the lyrics.

Gwen's family watched with pride from a raised area near the dance floor. The governor, his wife Janice, daughter Amber, and Amber's boyfriend stood with them.

"That's absolutely beautiful," gasped Amber. "I've never seen a better looking couple anywhere. They're so graceful, so elegant, so in love. It shines through in every step they take."

When the song ended, Gwen placed both arms around Steve's neck and kissed him on the lips before turning away to face those watching. She flashed a great smile and waved as the ovation went on. Steve managed to keep his smile under control as he took a couple bows with Gwen.

Once the next song began Steve, Gwen, and Lisa all left the room to change for their next big dance. Steve was ready in a few minutes and waited another five for the two girls to return. They returned to the ballroom just in time to hear Amber's boyfriend ask Amber to marry him in front of the entire room. Much to his relief, Amber immediately accepted and jumped into his arms before he even regained his feet. Once again the crowd applauded and cheered.

Shortly afterward, Amber led her fiancé over to visit Lisa, Gwen, and Steve. "This is the incredible Gwen Anderson, her equally beautiful sister, Lisa, and the guy I kept telling you about, Steve Hammer. I want you all to meet my fiancé, Brad Hunter."

"Captain Hunter," greeted Steve as he shook the other man's hand. "Amber told us about you. It's a good thing you proposed to her. Girls like her are always in high demand. You're a lucky man, Congratulations."

"Thanks. I know I'm a lucky guy. You seem to be doing alright for yourself, Steve. You're always surrounded by beautiful women. It must be tough."

"It's a cross I have to bear, Captain. There's no use complaining," laughed Steve.

"I can tell you have a military background. You knew from my uniform that I'm a captain and you address me like an officer. I understand your father was a Navy SEAL. I've had the pleasure of working with some and if I can't find an Army Ranger to watch my back, Navy SEALs are my next choice. They're very good."

Gwen watched the two men interact and realized that was one of the things that set Steve apart from the other kids at school. He was military in his poise and confidence. He was a natural leader. He and Amber's fiancé were very much alike. They were relaxed and smiling, but the steel in them was always apparent. They were men, not boys.

When the dancing began again, Steve found himself with some very pretty daughters of government officials, and occasionally the girls' mothers. He noticed that Gwen and Lisa never lacked for dance companions. Then he saw Kate with Amber's 17 year old cousin and it was obvious the boy was smitten with her. Paula and Ted seemed to have a good time, but Mike Boone was nowhere to be seen. Laura and Coach Watkins didn't seem to miss a single dance and even Ms. Walker was kept quite busy with dance partners.

"You and Lisa are up next," stated Amber as she caught up with Steve after a dance. "Remember that the better the crowd likes it, the better the chances of marketing our line. And if it's really good, it'll be shown on TV and YouTube a million times."

Steve grabbed Lisa's hand and headed for the center of the dance floor just as 'Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman?' began to play. Steve put extra life in his steps and Lisa responded immediately. Their footwork synchronized perfectly and Steve's lifts were precise and powerful. Lisa's Spanish style dress showed enough cleavage and leg to garner a lot of admiration from every male in the room.

Near the finish, as Steve slowly lowered Lisa and lingered with her heaving bosom near his face, sighs could be heard from all over the ballroom. Then he placed her gracefully on the floor and they turned and bowed. Lisa sported a huge smile as she wrapped an arm around Steve's waist and hugged him to her and waved with her other hand. She knew that she had performed as well as she possibly could and she felt great. As the applause slowed down, Steve looked around the room.

"I don't see Mike anywhere," worried Steve. "I sure hope he didn't miss seeing you give the performance of a lifetime!"

"You won't be seeing that jealous ass anymore," admitted Lisa as she continued to smile. "He told me he wanted me to stop dancing with strangers, and especially with you. He said he'd leave if I didn't stop. I told him to not let the door hit him on the ass on the way out. This is the biggest, best affair I've ever attended and I want to make it memorable."

"You sure did that!" gushed Amber as she approached the couple. "Brad's brother has been asking me all about you, Lisa. He's in his last year at West Point and he's almost as hunky as Brad. Would you mind if I brought him over? He's a little shy, but he's the real deal."

"Are you kidding? If he looks anything like Brad, I'd be nuts to decline," responded Lisa as Amber hugged her briefly and headed back through the crowd.

"That was incredible!" raved Gwen when she reached Lisa's side. "Steve, you seemed to have some extra flair or something, but Lisa was just burning the house down. That was way beyond smoldering. I'll have to really push our next dance or I'll be the forgotten sister tonight."

Amber suddenly reappeared with a tall, handsome man in uniform. "Lisa Anderson, this is Jason Hunter, Brad's brother and an ardent admirer of your dance skills. Gwen, Steve, this is West Point's best looking cadet, Jason Hunter."

Steve noticed that Lisa was staring at Jason and gave her an elbow to jar her out if her trance before he spoke. "Jason, it's great to meet you. Lisa was just complaining to me that she didn't have anyone to dance with now. Would you mind escorting her onto the floor and dancing with her?"

For his part, Jason never took his eyes off Lisa, even when he was introduced to Gwen and Steve. Taking Steve's suggestion, he took Lisa's hand and started for the dance floor.

"He acted just like I did the first time I saw you!" laughed Steve. "Lisa seemed to be taken by him, too. I wonder where this will lead."

"She reminded me of the time you sat at my table at the mall the first day we met. I just stared at you. I couldn't think or anything," admitted Gwen. "I wondered why an amazing guy like you would waste any time with me."

"You can see why Jason is so interested in Lisa, can't you? You need to realize that you're gorgeous, too. You and Lisa, and Kate for that matter, are uncommonly beautiful. Never doubt your appeal to men. Just try to control it when I'm not around," cautioned Steve good naturedly.

"What about Mike? I almost forgot about him. Where is he? And what will he say?" wondered Gwen.

"He's on Route 66 headed home and Lisa won't miss him for a second. She just traded up about a hundred positions in the draft. Jason has the look of a solid, dependable type of guy. He's almost through West Point and he'll be commissioned an officer soon. I'd say Lisa may have found her Prince Charming."

"He was awfully good looking, although it wasn't very flattering that he never even looked at me. I guess I'll forgive him this time. He sure looked good in that uniform!"allowed Gwen.

Paula and Laura joined Gwen in the ladies' room between songs. "Gwen, do you know who that young man in uniform is that's so attentive to Lisa? What happened to Mike?"




Lady in Red Ch. 11



"Mike got all jealous and left. That handsome guy drooling all over Lisa is Jason Hunter. His brother is engaged to Amber. He's graduating from West Point in a few months. Steve seems to approve and so do I. Lisa may have found what she's been looking for all these years," responded Gwen.

The evening was just past the half way point when Steve and Gwen performed their Tango. This time Steve quickly realized that he needed to step up his game or Gwen would be leaving him behind. She was determined to dazzle, and dazzle she did. Her gown showed a considerable amount of her substantial cleavage as it seemed to flow around her. Steve was determined to not be a reason for Gwen to be disappointed and performed precisely, but with emotion.

Once again, the audience showed its obvious approval. Gwen positively beamed as she thanked everyone. Lisa congratulated them and then asked Steve to dance with her.

"Is anything wrong? Has that Jason done something?" asked Steve.

"Yes, he's done something, but nothing's wrong," responded Lisa. "I just want to know what you think of him, Steve. He seems so perfect, maybe too perfect. I haven't always been the best judge of character, although I knew you were a winner. Do I dare like him or is he a jerk that'll hurt me down the road?"

"He may hurt you, but that's a chance you take with any relationship. I'd have to say that what little I know of him, he's a good guy. Not everyone makes it through West Point. His brother must be pretty high caliber if Amber has fallen in love with him.

"You need to watch and see if he gets jealous, or obnoxious, when you're around other men. Mike wasn't able to handle your beauty. His way of keeping a beautiful girlfriend would have been to hide you, or at least keep you away from most men. You have to be sure he'll respect you, your sisters, and parents. He needs to show you that he trusts you completely, even though you're incredibly beautiful and men will be hitting on you all the time.

"Look at Gwen dancing over there. That guy's she dancing with keeps trying to pull her closer but she's keeping him at a safe distance. I trust her. It took a while to learn that she doesn't belong to me, but rather that she chooses to be with me. If she decided she wanted to be with someone else, I couldn't stop her. I can only keep her by trusting her and trying to be what she needs and wants. She's come to understand that and she usually doesn't worry too much about other girls around me. At least not since she faced down Amber in the locker room.

"To answer your question, he looks like a pretty good guy. You were speechless when you first met him, and he wasn't any better. It reminded Gwen and me of when we first met. Go a little slow, but don't be afraid to learn more about him. I'll feel him out when I can, but your instincts are good. You'll find out soon enough if he's the one."

"Thanks, Steve. You really helped. I can tell you one deal breaker. He needs to understand that I love you, and he'd better learn to love Kate and Gwen, or he's got no chance. I'm sure of that much. If he can't accept that I think the world of you, he'll never fit into my life."

Steve had to change once again before his dance with Kate. His tuxedo for that dance was almost retro as it had a fifty's sort of look. Kate had paid close attention to the powerful performances her sisters had delivered and was not going to be outdone. Steve had everything he could do to keep up with Kate as they danced to "Little Sister" and the crowd roared its approval.

Amber O'Leary was ecstatic with the way the evening had progressed. "That was great! I just hope some of these dances make it on the news. I'm supposed to hear back from Macy's next week. If they see how good the Andersons look in these gowns, they'll be sure to order them. What woman wouldn't want to look like you three? I have a crew set up on the balcony to video everything tonight. I'll be able to show their marketing department just how good these designs look on real women, in case they miss it on TV."

It was well after midnight when the tired troupe made it back to their hotel. Kate was excited about the attention Amber's cousin and a couple other boys showed her. Lisa walked around with a silly grin on her face, while Gwen simply held Steve's hand and listened to the conversation. Laura and Coach Watkins quickly said goodnight and headed for their room, as did Ms. Walker.

"I'm too tired to police you kids," stated Ted Anderson. "Steve, I want you to stay out of the girls' room, and you girls are not to go into Steve's. Do we all agree to follow my wishes? Since there is no dissent, I assume we all agree. Don't disappoint me."

Steve was too wired to sleep, so he slipped into a swimsuit and wandered down to the hot tub. As he walked, Steve texted Gwen. He invited her to join him in the hot tub. A short while later, he was leaning back with his eyes closed when he felt hands cover his eyes. Then he felt tender kisses on his neck. Then breasts pushed against the back of his head.

Steve slid his hand behind his head and gently squeezed a breast that was pressed against him. He was rewarded with a soft moan, so he slid his other hand behind his head and squeezed the other breast. Now he had one of Gwen's breasts in each hand.

"I'll give you just ten minutes to release them, Steve. Then I'm going to get angry," giggled Gwen.

Steve jumped as if he had been shot. He lunged to his feet and looked around. Lisa had been the one behind him, while Kate and Gwen were standing in front of him.

"Gwen! I thought it was you! I'd never do that to Lisa. I'm so sorry! Why did you let her do that? You should have guessed my reaction, if I thought it was you behind me. I apologize, Lisa. Kate, I'm sorry for behaving so poorly in front of you. That was a huge mistake."

"Relax. We just played a little joke on you. You should be glad it was Lisa and not Kate. It was Kate's idea. Lisa isn't complaining and neither am I, and from the look of your trunks, you're not very upset either," responded Gwen.

Steve looked down and realized he had an erection trying to tear out the leg of his trunks. Embarrassed, he quickly sat back down and gathered his thoughts.

"Girls, sit down with me and allow me to try to explain how I feel about things like this," invited Steve as Gwen slid into the water and took a seat next to him. "I really enjoy the way all of you treat me like I'm something special and that you act like you want to go to bed with me.

"That's very good for my self esteem and confidence. I love the way you flirt with me and tease me. That makes me feel great. I love that Lisa was comfortable enough with me to pose topless. I can't tell you how much it means to me that you all trust me like you do. But, I can't be taking advantage of any of you or I'll lose your trust, and my self respect. This was kind of funny now that it's over, but it starts us down a slippery slope. You girls are all incredible. I pretty much love all of you, but Gwen is my girlfriend. I have to keep her trust.

"Suppose something happened and I wound up stuck in a cabin overnight with Lisa or Kate, or both of them, I wouldn't want any of you to worry about me, to wonder if I'm safe to be with. I want absolute trust from all of you. You teasing and flirting with me is great. Crossing the line by me touching one of you will eventually ruin that trust. I can't be the aggressor. I love when Kate or Lisa wraps their arms around me and kisses me. Notice that I never initiate a kiss or touch them inappropriately, at least until just now. It may sound weird, but you should be able to be naked and climb all over me without any attempts on my part to take advantage of you. I will take advantage of Gwen, if she indicates that it's okay with her, or better yet, if she wants me to do so.

"Does this make any sense to you girls? I want you to be as free with me as you want, or dare, but I can't try to take advantage of you in any way. I just had Lisa's breasts in my hands. It wasn't intentional, but it was great. And therein lies the danger. You are exceptionally beautiful, wonderful girls. I'm male. Don't deceive me that way. I don't ever want to feel like I betrayed any of you. You all mean way too much to me.

"If the shoe were on the other foot, I promise that I would not be able to see some other guy touching Gwen's breasts. I hope you understand that. That would not be a joke to me. However, if Lisa and Jason hit it off real well, I wouldn't be upset if we were all on a topless beach or something. I can stand having other men that I trust having the same advantages as I do. I can't share Gwen and don't expect her to share me. That's why I can't be touching Kate and Lisa. It's not fair to any of us. I need you girls to all trust me. That's extremely important to me."

"Wow! You've given all of this a lot of thought, haven't you? I can't argue with any of it. I'll never allow some other guy to touch me like that," promised Gwen. "I can see why you might not feel like this was a funny joke. Imagine you squeezing Lisa's 'girls' and she's fine with it, but you're upset. That just sounds so weird, but I understand what you mean. Where will a trick like that lead? I love that Kate and Lisa are so comfortable with you. It helps reaffirm that I have a really great boyfriend. I never want to lose that. If Jason turns out to be the guy for Lisa, I want him to be like you. I want to be able to hug and kiss him, but never worry that he'll try to take it farther."

Lisa reached across Gwen and gently slapped Steve's face. "That's for taking liberties with 'the girls'! No matter how much I rub them against you, or parade them in front of you, never think you can take advantage of them, or me! Seriously, we learned our lesson. I don't ever want you to feel uncomfortable around me. I don't want to lose what we have. It's special. Gwen has been very understanding, and when I find that special guy for me, Gwen and Kate had better tease him mercilessly, like we do to you. That'll be the proof that they think my boyfriend is a keeper."

"I didn't do anything wrong," laughed Kate as she sat on Steve's lap. "That means I can still flirt with you. I tried to talk them out of it, but they wouldn't listen."

"Yeah, right! Kate was the one that thought of it and wanted to be the one to cover your eyes. This would have turned out much worse if she had been the one you groped. I know how you feel about her being underage and appropriate behavior, and how much you respect Dad's wishes," added Gwen. "From now on, the only 'girls' you are allowed to enjoy, by accident or design, are the two in my top."

Suddenly the door to the room opened and two laughing couples entered. "Sorry, we didn't think anyone would be here this late," stated one of the women. You don't mind if we use the other hot tub, I hope?"

As the foursome walked to the second tub, one of the men stared at Steve and the girls. "Aren't you the Anderson sisters? You danced at the Inauguration Ball earlier, right? We watched some of it on TV while we ate dinner. You ladies looked incredible!"

"Well thank you!" responded Gwen. "That answers my question about whether it was on TV and if anyone would notice."

"Are you kidding?" chimed in one of the young women in the group. "Your gowns were incredible! Where did you get them? I bet they were really expensive."

"Governor O'Leary's daughter, Amber, designed them. We're trying to market them at Macy's and if we're successful, you'll see them for sale there. They won't be very expensive. All profits will be donated to a fund to expand our local hospital in Sparta. It's a great cause," enthused Gwen.

"The gowns looked great, but where did you get your swim suits?" asked the second woman. "They're really sexy, as you can tell by the way our husbands are staring. May I ask if one of you is dating the lucky guy sitting between two sisters and holding another on his lap?"

"Yeah, he's my boyfriend, but my sisters like him a lot so I have to share him, but not too much, if you know what I mean," replied Gwen.

"I sure do, Honey!" laughed the woman. "That would make you 'The Lady in Red' and the 'Heroine of the Emerson River Rescue'. It would also explain the red suit you're wearing. I watched that river rescue on live TV and it was the most amazing thing I've ever seen. When your swimsuits come out in the stores, I'll be getting a couple, although I know I won't look like you or your sisters when I wear them. Could I take a picture of you guys with my phone? I can't wait to tell everyone who I ran into late one night in the hot tub!"

Gwen and her sisters posed for several pictures with Steve. Soon Steve wound up taking photos of the two couples posing with the girls and finally, the two men posing with the sisters.

"These guys will have the pictures posted on FaceBook before they go to bed tonight. They'll be bragging to their friends that they met the Anderson sisters, in a hot tub, no less!" chuckled one of the fellow's wife. "Thanks so much!"

The kids returned to their rooms. Steve was still restless, so he turned on the television to watch highlights of the inauguration. He made a mental note to thank Amber Stahl the next time he saw her. She had a really nice feature on the folks from Sparta. Steve marveled at how amazing Gwen and her sisters looked on the small screen.

At that very moment, in a rented home a few miles away, six men sat in front of a plasma TV, watching highlights of Governor O'Leary's inauguration. "It seems that we now have a target, My Brothers. This state is so proud of its athletic teams. This Sparta won a sports championship. Now its students are prancing half naked at a public event, with no shame.

"Red is the color for whores. 'The Lady in Red' will be wearing blood red before the week is out. We'll destroy the school; kill these so-called heroes, and many of their friends. This governor was on the Armed Services Committee when he was in Congress. He supported the invasion of our homeland. We'll make certain that he understands that he bears the responsibility for our act of retribution. Vengeance will be ours!

"We leave in the morning for Sparta. Within a few days, the entire world will know that we will not tolerate the American occupation of our homeland. We shall drive them out by attacking them here, in the Heartland of America."

The following morning saw Gwen, Kate, and Steve riding back to Sparta with Gwen's parents. Lisa was dropped off at her dorm since her classes would be starting the next day.

"Yesterday was incredible," enthused Gwen. "We all danced quite well and garnered some positive press for our class fund raising venture. Our gowns were stunning. Amber has real talent and just might be able to convince Macy's to purchase the line.

"I found out that Ms. Walker had made arrangements for Dave Kite to cover the event as a member of the press. He should have all sorts of good videos for his YouTube and FaceBook sites.

"And maybe best of all, Lisa finally met up with a really good guy. He and Steve got along well and that's important to Lisa. She feels badly that she didn't introduce him to Dad last night, but things were pretty hectic. Without Dad's approval, Jason won't last long with her. But what is there to not approve of, anyway? He's almost as big and strong as Steve, almost as good looking, and he's almost as tough as a Navy SEAL. I understand that Army Rangers aren't exactly wimps," laughed Gwen.

"If Steve goes into the Navy and becomes a SEAL, and Lisa gets serious with an Army Ranger, what kind of guy will I have to find to keep up with my sisters?" mused Kate. "He'll have to be some sort of Special Forces Delta dude, at the very least. Does Chuck Norris have any grandsons?"

As Steve entered his homeroom Monday morning, Ms. Walker was speaking to those students already present. "We're going to have a brief meeting first thing Wednesday morning. The Sophomore Class will be using the auditorium, so we'll just meet down below them, in the gym. We should have an accounting of how much we've raised for the senior class hospital fund. I think you'll all be surprised and pleased at the numbers."

Tuesday afternoon, Gwen was obviously excited when she met Steve for lunch. "Amber called a little while ago. She said that Macy's has decided to proceed with the purchase of the 'Lady in Red' line of swim and evening wear! They want us, including Kate and Lisa, to make appearances at different stores all over the state and in a few neighboring states to promote the line! We'll have to do that on weekends and holidays. They'll pay the traveling expenses, even if we have to fly to some of the more distant locations. Can you believe it?"

"I can believe that they'd want you and Kate and Lisa," agreed Steve. "I have to wonder if they wanted me, or if Amber or you misunderstood. You saw how those people were the other night. They wanted to be photographed with the Anderson Sisters. No one mentioned anything about wanting to be photographed with me."

"You weren't paying much attention. I saw how those women looked at you. They just didn't want to embarrass their husbands by making a big deal out of being photographed with you. They were talking about having the best looking photographer ever when you were taking the pictures. Those high school girls will buy anything that you try to sell them, so be warned. Don't get carried away charming them. I'll be watching!"

"Don't worry about that. I really doubt that I'll have many people even remember my name. They'll be looking at you and your sisters. I'm anxious to hear how much we've raised for the hospital fund so far. I know we gained $20,000 for that TV movie they're going to start making this week. We should have a very interesting meeting tomorrow morning."

Steve had no idea just how interesting the next day was destined to be. It would become a day that people across the state would never forget. It would be a day that would forever define Sparta



Lady in Red Ch. 12



Steve had promised Tyler Smith that he'd ride with him when he went to Stephanie's home to pick her up. He was going to give her a ride to school for the first time. Tyler was surprisingly shy around Gwen's cousin and he wanted Steve to carry the conversation during the ride. Steve found himself going up the walk with Tyler to ring her parents' doorbell.

"This is getting a little ridiculous," complained Steve as he stood behind Tyler waiting for the door to be answered. "You've met Diane a few times. You know she won't yell at you or anything. You don't need me to hold your hand."

"Hello, boys." greeted Diane. "Stephanie will be right down. She was putting the finishing touches on her hair when you rang the bell. Paula told me that your dances were big successes at the Inauguration, Steve. She said the girls really tried to outdo each other and were all great. We watched you guys on our 55 inch screen and it sure looked good from here."

Steve pulled Diane into his arms and danced around the kitchen to a song playing on the radio. "Diane, you've been super. You're making us all look good and we don't thank you nearly enough. Maybe Gwen and I could take you and your husband out to dinner some night, as a small token of our appreciation?"

"That would be wonderful. I'm trying to be the one woman in the whole family that doesn't get all goofy when you're around, but I'll risk it for a nice dinner. Mom asks about you every time I speak to her. Paula and her girls all think you're tops and Stephanie can't stop talking about you. That only leaves me, and if you don't stop dancing me around the kitchen, I'll be as far gone as they are," laughed Diane. "Here's Stephanie now."

"Hi, Tyler," greeted Stephanie as she hugged Steve as soon as her mother released him. "When are you going to dance in public with me, Steve? I watched you on TV with my cousins and you were all amazing. Do you think I'll ever be as pretty as Lisa and Gwen?"

"Tyler seems to think so," laughed Steve. "He keeps coming back, even when you ignore him. That tells me that the poor guy has it pretty bad. He's giving you a ride to school today, so you'll just have to sit in the front seat and be nice to him. Some kids might even think that you like him."

"He should be glad to give me rides after I let him step on my toes all the time," insisted Stephanie. "Maybe I'll let him take me to a dance once he gets a little better. I should get rewarded for my suffering. A few rides to school isn't too high a price to pay for the senior football star that caught 'The Pass' a few weeks ago."

"Let's get going," urged Steve. "I just remembered that we're having a meeting this morning and we should be there by now. Don't worry, Diane. Tyler won't speed and I'll make sure that Steph gets there safely."

As they pulled into the school parking lot, Tyler made a suggestion. "We might be able to get Ralph to let us in the west door of the gym and that would save us walking all the way around the library, and about three minutes. Stephanie can go right up the stairs on that side of the building and make her meeting almost on time."

As the trio approached the gym door on the west side, they saw a large man wearing coveralls standing near a white van. "It looks like they're going to finish the gym floor again," observed Tyler. "They usually wait until after the basketball season is over. I wonder if Ralph's around."

As they approached the man, Stephanie noticed that the he was talking on his cell phone. She was near enough to realize he wasn't speaking in English, but she wasn't able to recognize the language. The man glared at them as they headed for the gym door, which was slightly ajar with a piece of wood blocking it from closing completely. The man said something into his cell phone and then slid it into his coverall pocket. Then he moved to intercept the three students as they walked toward the door.

Stephanie was stunned when Steve suddenly drove his fist into the man's face! As the man began to sag, Steve moved behind him and caught him under the arms. He ran a hand over the man's chest and stomach, seemingly searching for something. Nodding to himself, Steve placed one hand on the man's chin and the other on his head. Then he gave a very violent twist. Stephanie heard bones break!

"Shit!" yelled Tyler as Steve lowered the man to the pavement. "You just killed that guy! Have you gone crazy?"

Steve tugged the zipper on the man's coveralls down to his stomach to expose wires and numerous bundles taped together. Stuffed in the man's waistband were two handguns.

"Steph, run like you've never run before and pull the fire alarm by the library. Then get as far away from the school as you can. This guy's a suicide bomber and there're four more inside the gym! Get going!" demanded Steve as he pulled the handguns from the man's waist and checked the magazines to be sure they were loaded.

He quickly patted the body down and found a deadly looking knife in a sheath on the man's hip. He pulled the knife, looked at the wires and immediately severed a green one. Steve slid the knife between his belt and his pants. He gripped a gun in each hand and turned to Tyler.

"When I give you the signal, pull that door open without exposing yourself to anyone inside. Once I go in, call 911 and get back a long ways."

Suddenly there was a long burst of gunfire from inside the gym. Screams echoed across the parking lot. Steve nodded to Tyler to pull open the door.

Gwen had arrived in the gym with Charlotte and Billy. They took seats on the front bleachers and chatted as others began to file in. Jared White came in and sat next to Gwen. The senior class had five home rooms, so the five homeroom teachers attended the meeting. Ms. Walker checked her watch and asked everyone to quiet down so that she could begin.

Just as Ms. Walker started to address the group, four men in coveralls entered the gym from the west door, which was technically an emergency exit. They quickly spread out as they approached the students. They had been walking with a hand held behind their bodies. The first man nodded and all four swung guns from behind them and pointed them at the group.

"What's the meaning of this?" demanded Ms. Walker nervously.

"I want everyone to go over by that wall," demanded the apparent leader with a very heavy accent. "Stand by that wall, now!"

"When a guy tells you to get into the trunk of the car; never get into the trunk," stated Jared firmly. "We'll just stay where we are and you can go to hell!"

When Jared spoke, the gang's leader turned his gaze toward him. Gwen saw the dark man's eyes light up when he noticed her sitting next to Jared.

"It's the 'whore in red', isn't it?" laughed the man. "Where's hero now? With a different whore?"

Just as the leader spoke, the student sitting at the end of the group jumped up and ran for the door. The gunman closest to him turned and shot him twice in the back. Pandemonium followed as students began to flee across the bleachers and toward the exits.

The leader pointed his weapon at Gwen. As he squeezed the trigger, Jared yanked her arm and she was pulled toward him. The bullet slammed into the bleacher behind where she had been sitting. Before the gunman could fire again, Jared pulled Gwen to his chest and he turned his back on the shooter.

Gwen could actually feel the impact of bullets as they tore into Jared's body. His grip on her arms tightened momentarily and then slowly began to relax. Gwen's head was crushed against Jared's chest with her face turned to the right. She saw Billy step in front of Charlotte. Then red spots suddenly appeared on his shirt and he began to crumble.

Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. The fire alarm sounded and mixed with the screams of the victims. Just as fast as it began, the shooting stopped. Kids were lying in the bleachers, trying to conceal themselves from the shooters. Others were sprawled across the benches and some were on the floor. Jared slowly released his grip on Gwen and dropped to the floor. From the corner of her eye, Gwen saw Billy slump across the bleachers.

Gwen looked up at her attacker. He smiled wickedly as he raised his gun. At that moment, the west door to the gym swung open violently and Steve Hammer strode in with a gun in each hand. In unison, the gunmen swung their weapons at him and opened fire.

Steve had indicated to Tyler that he wanted him to open the door. Tyler ripped it open and held it. As Steve entered the gym, he quickly located the terrorists. Steve's hours of training and practice made the next half minute almost second nature to him. He brought both guns into play. He double tapped the first shooter in the forehead immediately and focused on the second. As he pulled the trigger, Steve felt something slam into his leg. As he began to fall, he jerked again as his right shoulder felt like it had been hit with a hammer.

Unable to lift his right arm, Steve raised the gun in his left hand, and from a kneeling position, returned fire at the remaining two terrorists. Something slammed into his chest as he snapped off four rapid rounds. Suddenly, the gym fell quiet, except for the cries and moans from the wounded and frightened.

Steve, intent on reaching the gunmen, began to practically crawl toward them. "Steve!" cried Gwen as she rushed to his side. "Lie down! You're bleeding a lot."

"Gwen, take the knife behind my belt. These bastards have bombs on them and they'll be remotely activated any second! Cut the green wires, but don't touch any others. Do it now or we'll all blow up!"

Gwen immediately realized that Steve wouldn't be wrong on something this serious. She reached down and pulled the knife from Steve's belt and raced to the first body. She overcame her feelings of disgust for the dead man. His eyes were open, but two holes in his forehead leaked blood. She pulled the zipper down on his coveralls and quickly found the green wire and severed it. Then she sped to the next body and repeated her actions. It took her less than a minute to cut all four green wires and return to Steve.

Most of the students had fled the building, but about a dozen remained. They were trying to help the injured. Gwen saw Charlotte gently move Billy off the bleachers and place him on the floor. Blood covered his front. Jared was still lying where he had dropped as blood spread across the back of his shirt.

Kneeling by Steve, Gwen pulled out her phone and pressed a programmed number. It was answered on the second ring.

"Hey, Gwen! Shouldn't you be in class now?" asked Laura as she answered her cell.

"Laura! There's been a mass shooting at the school. We need ambulances and any help you can give us. I count at least 14 people shot and bleeding here in the gym. There's probably a few more wounded that managed to leave the building. Can you help us give first aid to the victims?"

"A shooting at the school?" echoed Laura loud enough so others at the hospital could hear her clearly. "Multiple injuries? Let me give you some phone numbers. Repeat them to the others so they can call and talk to someone that can help them care for the wounded."

"Just a minute! Guys!" yelled Gwen. "I have a doctor on the phone. She'll give me number you can call to have someone tell you how to care for the injured. Charlotte, you have the first number. I'll say it once and then point at the next person for the next number. Okay, Laura, be quick!"

In less than a minute, Laura had passed ten phone numbers on to Gwen and soon the kids were on line with someone, doctor or nurse, trained in emergency medicine.

"I've got Steve here. He's been shot several times, but it looks like blood is just pouring from a wound in his upper leg, near his crotch. I'm pulling his pants down and I see blood spurting. It must be an artery," reasoned Gwen.

"Here's what I want you to do," responded Laura calmly. "You need to take a cloth, like a piece of Steve's shirt and fold it up and press it tightly to the wound. You've got to slow the bleeding. If you can, find something to tie around his leg over the bandage to keep it tightly in place."

Gwen had placed the phone on speaker as she worked over Steve. She used the knife to cut the front of his shirt off and folded that piece into a bandage. Then she snaked his belt around his upper leg and drew it tight, securing the makeshift bandage in place. Gwen felt some relief as the bleeding seemed to slow appreciably. Then she cut another bandage from his shirt and placed it over his bleeding shoulder. Looking around, she failed to see anything to use to secure the bandage, so she pulled her blouse off and ran a sleeve around Steve's armpit and over the bandage. Then she ran the rest of the garment around Steve's chest under his other arm and tied the second sleeve to the first sleeve. It effectively held the makeshift bandage in place.

As she worked on his wounds, she questioned Steve about his sudden appearance with two handguns and a knife. At this point, nothing surprised her as Steve briefly explained his actions of the previous few minutes.

"Gwen, I'm hearing from the ambulance crews that the police won't allow them on the school property, let alone enter the building. They're worried about the shooters killing more people. Is it safe in there now?" asked Laura. "There's also a lot of concern about explosives."

"Yes, it's safe! Steve shot the cowardly bastards! I checked every one of them and they're deader than hell. I disarmed the bombs following Steve's instructions. We have people bleeding to death in here! We need help NOW! Send them to the gym!"

Gwen could hear Laura yelling orders to someone in the background. "The shooters are all dead! Steve Hammer took them all out. They've disarmed the explosives. There're kids dying in there and the emergency personnel need to be allowed on site right goddamn now!"

As she listened to Laura on her phone, Gwen looked over to see the status of Jared. Two kids were holding bandages to his back and talking to him. Gwen felt relief when she saw one of Jared's hands move. She knew he had to still be alive, at least for the moment.

Nancy Burns was seething as she carried her EMT kit into the gym. The police had locked the entire school down after learning that the terrorists had bombs on their bodies. It would take hours for any bomb squad to reach Sparta and there were victims inside that needed immediate assistance. She had been in a confrontation with the local police chief when Dr. Laura Masters paged him on the police band.

"Chief, I'm in direct contact with the kids in that school. Steve Hammer shot the terrorists. They're all dead. I've been informed that he instructed another student on how to disconnect the triggering devices on the explosives. Time is a luxury these kids don't have. Grow a set of balls and let the ambulance people do what they've been trained to do. Explain the risks to the crews if you like, but let them in now, or this'll all be on your head. I'll do everything in my power to see you destroyed if you withhold aid to those students for another second!"

Reluctantly, the chief gestured for Nancy to go on the school property with a police escort. Nancy walked past the dead terrorist by the gym door, noting the unnatural angle of his neck. She saw the small bundles connected to wires on his chest and she felt a chill run down her spine. Yet, she did not falter as she hurried inside the gym to find blood and death at every turn. The police officers that were with her spread out and moved toward the terrorists' bodies.

"What do we have, Gwen?" asked Nancy as she placed her kit on the floor. "Who do you think needs help the worst? We have to triage the scene."

"Those two kids over there are hurt really badly. Ms. Walker is conscious but in a lot of pain and needs to be taken soon. The ones over on the bleachers are injured, but look like they're not hurt too badly. I'm afraid that the three over there are dead," sobbed Gwen. "Jared, Billy, and Steve are hurt pretty badly too. Are more ambulances coming?"

"We've called in every possible unit within fifty miles. Meantime, the crews we have will shuttle the injured to the hospital as fast as possible," replied Nancy as she began taking vital signs on a badly injured victim.

It was only a minute before a crew pushed a gurney into the gym. Nancy Burns directed them to the first badly injured student. The girl was quickly boarded, loaded on the gurney, and taken to the waiting ambulance.

As Gwen watched Steve's shallow breathing, she promised herself that if he lived, she'd never let him out of her sight. Once again, she was forced to consider Steve being claimed by death while selflessly helping others. She stroked his temple as she mentally cursed the ambulances for taking so long.

Steve was the eighth victim to be transported. It was a full half hour after the shootings had occurred. He had lapsed in and out of consciousness during that time. Gwen made certain that his wounds were bleeding as little as possible and comforted him as much as she could while they waited.

When Steve was rolled out to a waiting ambulance, Gwen walked beside him. She rode in the ambulance to the hospital and held his hand as he was delivered to the emergency room. Even in the chaos of the ER, everyone watched as the beautiful young woman clad only in a red skirt and bra, and covered in blood, strode regally through the ward.

Paula had been enjoying a morning coffee with her sister, Diane, when the phone rang and Diane answered it. Paula felt the hairs stand up on her neck as she listened to her sister's conversation.

"Slow down! Who did Steve kill? Are you sure you saw that happen? Did you pull the fire alarm? Are you far away from the building now? Stay there and I'll be down to pick you up!" promised Diane as she dropped the phone back in its cradle.

"There's pure Hell to pay at the school! Stephanie said she was with Steve and Tyler when Steve suddenly punched a guy and then deliberately broke his neck! He told her to run and pull the fire alarm; that there were men with bombs and guns in the gym. She heard shooting as she ran to pull the alarm," recounted Diane. "She's frightened to death and she's worried about the other kids. I'm picking her up at the pharmacy down the street from the school. Come with me and we'll try to find Kate and Gwen. It sounds like Steve is in the thick of this mess!"

Well before they reached the school, Kate rang her mother's cell. "Mom! There's been shootings at the school. It was down in the gym where the seniors were meeting. There were a lot of shots fired! I talked to some of the seniors and they said they think Gwen is okay, but Steve was shot. Some kids think he's dead! He killed a bunch of terrorists, but they shot some teachers and kids! We're being kept way down by the bus garages. There's police and fire engines all over the place."

"Stay there. Diane and I are on our way. Gwen and Steve will be okay. You know how tough he is. A few bullets won't stop him, and he'd never let anyone hurt Gwen," stated Paula with more conviction than she felt.

"Kate said that kids are telling her that Steve killed some terrorists, but they shot him and he might be dead! She thinks Gwen is okay, but if Steve's dead, she'll never be okay!" cried Paula.

Since she was uninjured, Gwen was asked to leave the ER. She knew that it was not the time for an observer and there was little she could do in the ER to help the injured. She also knew that it would be a very long morning if she sat around and waited for the results of surgeries on her friends. She marched to the admissions desk and asked who she could speak with about donating blood. She was informed that the Wellness Center at the mall was collecting blood, as they always did on the second Wednesday of the month.




Lady in Red Ch. 12



Gwen hurried back down the hall and into the waiting room. It was filling up with worried parents and families. At her entrance, the crowd suddenly went silent. Gwen saw Amber Stahl standing near the soda machine and rushed over to speak with her.

"Can you get me on TV really quick?" asked Gwen. "I'll trade you information for a chance to ask for blood donations, but I need it done now."

"I have the van set up to transmit already. If I let them know I have a story, they'll patch me right into the network. This story is still just breaking across the country. Everyone wants to know what happened. You tell us what you know and I'll keep you on as long as you want. The station is dying to break some factual information on this event. Let me make the call."

"Two minutes and we're on, Gwen!" reported Amber after calling her station. "I'll count down the last ten seconds with my fingers. When I hit one, you start talking. This'll be live and it's going network!"

Gwen gathered her thoughts as Amber set up her camera and placed a device in her ear. The crowd was watching and listening to the two women as they prepared for the broadcast. Then Amber began counting down from ten. As she reached one, Gwen began to speak.

"Sparta came under attack today. Five terrorists, steeped in hatred and driven by ignorance attempted to destroy our school, and kill our students and staff. But what these cowards did not count on was the courage and determination of us Spartans.

"I stand before you now, covered in blood. This is the blood of heroes," stated Gwen emphatically as she pointed to her herself. "I proudly wear the blood of Spartan heroes. This blood was shed in defense of life, shed by Spartans shielding, protecting, and fighting for others. Jared White personally pulled me out of harm's way and held me with his back to the shooters, taking bullets intended for me. The shooter called me 'The Whore in Red' as he pointed his gun at me. Jared pulled me in front of him and intentionally took the bullets meant for me. That's truly the stuff of heroes!

"I saw Billy Marsh do much the same thing for my friend Charlotte. He purposely stepped in front of her, protecting her from these lunatics. He and Jared are in this hospital right now, fighting for their very lives. There were many more acts of incredible courage and sacrifice as these cowards, armed with guns and covered in explosives, attacked innocent, unarmed students and teachers.

"I had a discussion with my boyfriend a while back. I told him I was going to be a doctor and he told me he intended to follow family tradition and join the Navy. Then he revealed that he was going to be a US Navy SEAL, like his father before him. I argued that doctors saved lives while SEALs took lives. He told me that the Navy has saved more lives than doctors.

"It's to my shame that I ever disagreed with him. This morning, he demonstrated exactly what he was trying to explain to me. He overheard a terrorist on a cell phone and instantly made his decision. He killed the man with his bare hands, disarmed the bomb the man had strapped to his body, and then picked up the two handguns the man was carrying.

"These pathetic terrorists probably spent a few weeks at some terrorist training camp learning to shoot and make bombs. My boyfriend learned self defense and hand-to-hand combat from his father, a Commander in the Navy SEALs. He became expert with a handgun, with both his left and right hand! When he came through that doorway this morning armed with those guns taken from the dead terrorist, it was never a fair fight. Those cowards had no chance. He killed every damn one of them in a blazing gun battle! I saw the bullet holes in the dead suicide bombers when I cut the wires to the bombs they had concealed on their bodies. To a man, they had two bullet holes in their forehead! A bullet to the body may well have detonated the explosives. Steve realized that and somehow shot all four armed terrorists in the head, saving hundreds of lives and preventing the destruction of our school. Suffering from two bullet wounds and lying in his own blood, he then explained to me that the bombs were wired to be detonated both manually, and remotely, and how to disarm them.

"Now I'm finally seeing what he tried to tell me that day. We need good doctors, and we have some very good ones working desperately to save the lives of our heroes as I speak. But we will always need men and women with courage and skill; trained in combat and prepared to protect us from harm. Steve Hammer is such a man. If he doesn't survive this attack, I may not either.

"Spartan blood lies in pools on the gym floor. This is a small hospital, short on the needed supplies for an emergency of this magnitude. They're accepting blood donations at the Wellness Center at the Sparta Mall right now. I'm appealing to the Spartan Nation to join me in donating blood to help save our wounded heroes. Sparta is no longer just a town, or a school district. From this day forward we, all of us, are the Spartan Nation. As soon as this interview is over, I'm heading for that Wellness Center. I'm calling on the Spartan Nation to do the same! I will not remove this blood that's been shed by Spartan heroes from my person until we collect at least 100 units.

"These heroes lost Spartan blood, and there is no finer blood on the planet. I'm calling on all of you to donate Spartan blood for your Spartan heroes, and to do it now!"

"Gwen! Let me explain why you're not wearing a blouse," stated Charlotte as she stepped in front of the camera, wearing only a bra and jeans and covered in blood. "Many of us used our shirts, belts, even pants to bandage and treat our wounded brothers and sisters. That's why you may see many of us only partially clothed and covered in blood, and we couldn't care less about how we look! I'm going with Gwen to donate blood, Spartan blood, for our courageous heroes. As Gwen just told you, we are the Spartan Nation!"

When they finished speaking, Gwen and Charlotte hugged briefly and then looked around. "How will we get to the Sparta Mall from here?" asked Charlotte.

"Ladies, if you'll allow me. I'm Jared's aunt and I'm headed over to give blood right now and I'd be proud to give you both a ride. How badly was Jared wounded?"

Paula and Diane managed to finally sign Kate out and get her into the car. As Paula was signing for Kate, Diane explained that her daughter had sought refuge in the local pharmacy and should not be counted as missing. By the time they reached the drug store, it was packed with stunned people. Entering the building, they were struck by the silence. No one was speaking.

Then Kate pointed to the wall behind the registers. A TV was turned on and Gwen was speaking about the attack on the school. Everyone was watching and listening intently as Gwen described the events of the morning. She was wearing only a red bra and skirt. She had blood smeared on her face, arms, hands, and chest, yet she looked beautiful as she spoke clearly, but with emotion about what she had witnessed. When she called for blood donations and ended the interview, more than a few people headed for the door with tears in their eyes.

"Come on. We're going to the mall," declared Diane when Stephanie ran to her. "I'm going to donate blood for the first time in my life. Tell us what you saw while we ride over there, Stephanie."

It took Gwen and Charlotte a matter of five minutes to reach the parking lot of the mall. They had to park a distance away because of the crush of traffic. As Charlotte and Gwen walked through the mall toward the Wellness Center, the crowd began to step aside for them. They were ushered inside immediately.

"Whatever you said on TV must have been taken to heart by everyone," stated the lady that sat them down and offered them forms to fill out. "We're swamped and people are still lining up. They're all talking about the shootings and your TV interview. People really want to help in a time like this and you gave them a way to do it. I called the Red Cross and they're sending more help over here as quickly as they can. You'll get your 100 units and then some!"

By the times the girls were finished donating blood and had recovered well enough to leave, the crowd outside the center had increased dramatically. People suddenly stopped talking and watched as Gwen and Charlotte walked exited the center. Gwen took the time to thank everyone for donating. Soon she and Charlotte were walking along the line of people waiting to donate, shaking hands and expressing their gratitude to everyone. Over and over she was told by complete strangers that they were praying for the victims to recover.

Gwen eventually came to her mother and Aunt Diane in the line. She hugged both of them. "Gwen, you need some rest and clean clothes! You can't help anyone if you become ill. Look at you. Let me take you home to clean up and change, and maybe rest for awhile."

"Mom, I can't clean up, or go home. I promised I'd stay this way until we collect 100 units of blood. So did Charlotte. We won't go back on that promise. What those guys did for us was beyond anything I can describe. They risked their lives to save ours! They took bullets intended for us. How do we repay that? We can only try. We're sticking this out. When we're done here, we're going back to the hospital."

"They've set up some donation centers in the mall for people to give to the hospital fund. You should visit them and comfort even more people. Remember that you've got to stay healthy for Steve and the others."

At the mention of Steve's name, Gwen began sobbing against her mother's shoulder. "Mom, if Steve dies, I don't know what I'll do! I don't think I'll want to live!"

"Then keep doing what you've been doing. Be strong. These people need someone to show them what to think right now, and how to feel. They're in shock. You need to lead by example. Be positive and confident. Laura and the other doctors will do everything possible for Steve, and all the injured. You've become the face of courage and hope in this awful situation. Show the world why people turn to you in times of need."

"You're right, as usual, Mom. Come on, Charlotte, let's get moving," replied Gwen as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

The rest of the morning was pretty much a blur as people, mostly strangers, approached Gwen and thanked her for letting people know what had happened at the school and for starting the blood drive. It gave people a way to show support for the victims.

The Macy's department store manager found Gwen thanking more blood donors outside the Wellness Center. "I understand that you two aren't cleaning up or changing until a hundred units have been collected. I also understand that they are very close to your goal and will soon surpass it. Macy's wants to help you girls any way it can. We have a clean changing room with a shower. We'd be honored if you'd pick out whatever clothes you want to wear when you're prepared to clean up."

"I don't have my pocketbook with me," responded Gwen. "And I don't feel like shopping right now anyway."

"No, you misunderstood. Just take what you need to wear. We won't charge you for anything. It's just our way of trying to help you girls in a very difficult time. It would be our honor to have you select whatever you need from our store."

Before one that afternoon, Gwen and Charlotte were clean, and dressed in new underwear, jeans, and sweaters.

Amber Stahl called Gwen and asked for an interview to update the viewers and to answer a few unanswered questions about the attack on the school. They did an interview by the Wellness Center. Once again, they were on live TV. They answered questions about the success of the blood drive and offered sincere thanks to everyone that donated blood or had given money to the hospital fund.

Charlotte offered her observations on the attack and the courage shown by her fellow students and teachers. She described how Gwen had called Laura and then passed out phone numbers so students could seek help from professionals in rendering first aid. She described how she felt when Billy stepped in front of her before she could be struck by the hail of bullets fired by the terrorists. Then she described in very glowing terms how relieved, yet terrified, she was when Steve Hammer strode into the gym with two handguns and the obvious ability to use them well.

The girls caught a ride back to the hospital as soon as they finished the interview. Being away from their injured friends was weighing on them heavily.

Shortly after Gwen and Charlotte returned to the hospital, Gwen and Laura met in the hallway. "Steve's going to be okay, barring infection or complications. Billy's out of surgery and his vital signs are good. Again, if there's no infection, he should pull through. He had a bullet in a lung and another just over his heart. It was touch and go for awhile. Jared's in pretty bad shape. He's strong as an ox, but he was shot twice in the lower back. One bullet hit a kidney and the other wound up in his stomach. He's suffered a lot of internal bleeding. We're doing everything we can. If he survives the night, there's a good chance we can save him."

"My God!" gasped Gwen. "Jared took those bullets to protect me. Billy saved Charlotte and Steve saved us all. Look at how much pain and suffering they're enduring for us. Can we visit with any of them?"

"None of them have regained consciousness since their surgery. That's normal considering the scope of their operations and the anesthesia administered. You two have done a wonderful job getting blood donated. We've used a lot already and we're not done yet. I'd tell you to go home and go to bed, but I know how determined girls in love can be. I have something I want to show you later, Gwen. You'll be amazed."

Gwen rejoined Charlotte and repeated what Laura had told her. Charlotte responded, "In ten years, we'll be working in the new wing of the hospital. Let's hope we never have to deal with a day like this. We'll be going home to Billy and Steve and probably thinking about having kids by then."

"Ten years is a long time. Will Billy and Steve wait around ten years for us? Will they even like us by then? How can you be confident about anything that far in the future?"

"I'm not going to make Billy wait ten years. I was thinking today that if he's feeling well enough, and I sure hope he is, his waiting will be over on prom night," confided Charlotte. "I can't tell you how bad I felt when I thought he might die before we ever made love."

"I know what you mean! I was thinking the same thing about Steve. When I saw him hit by those bullets, my heart stopped. If he died I would have never forgiven myself for not having made love to him. Maybe Steve and Billy will both get lucky on prom night."

The two friends walked into the waiting room to find several men in dark suits checking the ID of the people waiting for news of loved ones. Just as they were approached by a big guy in a suit, Gwen heard a murmur from the crowd. Looking toward the entrance, Gwen recognized Governor O'Malley. Ignoring the security guy, Gwen headed for the Governor.

"Gwen! How're you doing? I came as soon as I could," stated Governor O'Malley as he embraced Gwen. "We'll do everything we can to help the injured. You can be sure of that. You've done a wonderful job during this horrible situation. I watched your plea for blood donors this morning and had tears in my eyes. I want you to meet someone."

The Governor released his hold on Gwen and stepped back to indicate a tall man standing next to him. Without thinking, Gwen moved in and hugged the man tightly.

"Mr. President! Thanks for coming to Sparta. We appreciate all the support the government has given us today. It'll mean so much to all the kids and teachers that you care enough to come here to be with us. It's been a really bad day!" admitted Gwen as she gently sobbed into the chest of the president.



Lady in Red Ch. 13



Posted: April 10, 2013 - 04:29:01 pm

As Gwen hugged the president, she recalled Steve's stated desire to attend the Naval Academy. "Mr. President, I'm sure that you've heard about Steve Hammer by now. This morning he saved the school from being destroyed, as well as all the students and staff in it. He's been badly wounded, but Dr. Masters said she expects him to make a full recovery.

"He wants to serve in the US Navy, to be an officer, and a SEAL. Could you use your influence to see that he receives an appointment to Annapolis?"

"Miss Anderson, he'll require a nomination to receive an appointment. I would imagine that a nomination will be forthcoming from any of several sources. I think I may have some influence in the appointment process," understated the President. "If his marks, character, and physical condition meet the standards, I think you can safely assume that he'll be a Midshipman next fall."

"Thank you so much, Sir!" replied Gwen as she threw her arms around the President and kissed his cheek. "You'll never regret it. He'll be the best SEAL you ever saw. The Naval Academy will be getting a great quarterback, too!

"Let me introduce you to the people waiting to see their family members that were wounded in the attack today. These two wonderful people are Sam and Beverly White. Their son is a true hero. He saved my life this morning by pulling me out of the path of a bullet and then using his own body to shield me from the terrorists' guns. I just have to hug them myself!" admitted Gwen as she wrapped her arms around Sam White and hugged him hard before repeating the process with his wife.

"These are Billy Marsh's parents, and that's Charlotte, his girlfriend. Billy stepped in front of Charlotte to save her life and was badly wounded in the process. If you have the time, you should stop by their restaurant. You can get anything you want, and it usually comes with a delicious steak. This area has some really great people, Mr. President."

Gwen took the President and Governor around the room, introducing them to the families and friends of those wounded in the attack. "Sir? Do you want me to go with you to visit the families of those that died today? I know that's going to be very difficult time for you and the Governor."

The President looked at his aides and then replied, "Ms. Anderson, I would really appreciate that kindness. We're scheduled to meet with them in a private room in a few minutes and your presence would be a great help."

Forty minutes later, Gwen returned to the waiting room in tears. Charlotte rose from her seat and hugged her as she tried to give comfort. "Gwen, it's not your fault, and there's nothing you can do to bring them back. It's just a cruel damn world with way too many crazy people. We're just lucky that we've found such great guys. Imagine how things would be around here if Steve hadn't arrived on the scene when he did."

"I know, Charlotte, but my heart's breaking for the parents and siblings of Jane, Tim, and Lenny. They sure didn't deserve any of this. Do you wonder why you're still alive and they're dead? Do you feel guilty about being alive when others aren't?

"I've been thinking about it. There's no explaining what happened and why some kids died and other didn't. I'm just going to try to live my life the best way I can. I feel like I've been given a second chance to accomplish some of the things I was meant to do. I'll value life more and become the best doctor I can possibly be. I've decided that I'm good with that."

As Charlotte finished speaking, Gwen saw a worried and nervous Uncle Joe entered the waiting room. "Uncle Joe! Steve's going to be okay, as long as he doesn't get an infection or pneumonia. He was incredible today. He saved the whole school full of people. You can be very proud of your nephew!" praised Gwen as she went to Steve's uncle and embraced him tightly. "I'm hoping that we can visit him pretty soon."

After half an hour of waiting, a nurse came into the waiting room asking for family of Steve Hammer's. Gwen immediately rose and pulled Uncle Joe with her.

"This is his uncle, and I'm his girlfriend. Can we see Steve now?" asked Gwen as held Uncle Joe's hand.

"Normally, we only allow actual family in to visit in situations like this, but Dr. Masters told me that there was no way I'd be able to keep you out, and that you're welcome to visit with Mr. Hammer. Follow me, please."

Gwen was surprised at how weak and pale Steve looked when she first saw him. He had bandages across his chest and over his shoulder. An IV bag was hanging on the far side of the bed and was attached to his arm. Gwen wasted no time in leaning down and giving Steve a long kiss. When she finally stood back up, she looked at Uncle Joe and laughed.

"What're you looking at, Uncle Joe? Can't a girl kiss her hero boyfriend when he gets out of surgery after saving hundreds of people?"

"I'm just amazed at how you two got together. I've never seen a better match," declared Joe as he stepped to the bedside and shook Steve's good hand. "Son, I saw your girlfriend on television about a dozen times today. To hear her tell it, you're just about the best thing since sliced bread. I'm damn proud of you and your grandfather and father would be as well, if they were here. I'm sure they're smiling down on you from above.

"I'll get a nurse to take care of you as soon as you're released, so don't worry about coming home as soon as you can. All you need to worry about is getting better as fast as you can."

Gwen heard Joe's comment about a nurse and made plans to speak with her mother. Who better to care for Steve than Gwen herself? She was sure that her parents would agree, but knew the wisdom of discussing it with them first.

The door opened and the Governor and President entered the room. Joe immediately stood at attention and Steve tried to hitch himself up higher in the bed.

"Mr. President, Governor, this is Joe Hammer. He's Steve's great uncle and retired from the Navy. This pale looking specimen in the bed is Steve Hammer, all around hero and my boyfriend," stated Gwen proudly as the President shook hands with Uncle Joe, and then Steve.

"We won't keep you long, Steve. I just wanted to thank you personally for doing what needed to be done this morning. All the reports I've received thus far indicate that hundreds of students and staff could have been killed if those bombs had detonated. Governor O'Leary filled me in on a lot of your history and I'm getting reports from the Navy as well. I doubt if there's another student in the entire country that has all the skills and training required to have ended this tragedy so quickly and with so few deaths. Your country and your President thank you."

"Steve, you've saved our state hundreds of lives and an entire school building this morning. I was in your debt to you before today, but now I owe you big time. If you or Gwen ever need anything from me, please don't be afraid to let me know. If I can do it, I will," added Governor O'Leary.

"Another thing before I leave," added the President. "Gwen explained to me that you hoped to go to the Naval Academy. I've spoken to a few people and it seems pretty certain that you'll be a Midshipman next fall. If you're as good at football as Gwen seems to think you are, you'll make me look good again. Thank you and get well soon."

Steve thanked the President and Governor O'Leary for their concern, but his focus was weakening and he was becoming sleepy again.

After the two politicians left the room, Joe sat down in a chair in the corner. "I served in the Navy for 30 years and never met so much as a senator. Steve comes to live with me and I get to meet the Governor and the President. And they both call you and Steve by your first names!"

Steve was acting very groggy by this time, so Gwen and Joe promised to remain close by and left the room. When Gwen returned to the waiting room, two men in suits approached her.

"Ms. Anderson? We're with the FBI and Homeland Security and we'd like to ask you a few questions. You've been difficult to track down. In an incident like this you're not supposed to speak to the press before you are interviewed by government authorities," stated the shorter, younger man pompously as he ran his eyes over Gwen.

"Well, excuse me all to Hell!" retorted Gwen impatiently and loud enough for others in the room to hear. "Let me tell you what's supposed to happen. You guys are supposed to stop these lunatics from getting into our country, never mind into our schools. If you think you're going to make me feel badly about your failures, think again! I've been here, or at the local mall all day. You've obviously seen me interviewed on Channel 5. I sure wasn't hiding from anyone and I categorically deny any wrong doing by telling the truth to the people of Sparta and the country.

"I'll gladly answer any reasonable questions that you may have, but you'd better be polite and show respect for all of us victims. We're not the murderers. We didn't look for this. It came to us, but we sure took care of it, without the FBI or Homeland Security. You're far more than a little too late to tell me, or any of us, how to handle a situation like this. I think us Spartans, especially Steve Hammer, took pretty darn good care of this 'incident' as you called it."

"Ms. Anderson, my colleague from the FBI was out of line. I apologize for his poor choice of words. We'd like to speak with you in a more private setting, if we could," requested the older agency man soothingly.

Everyone in the waiting room had heard the exchange and most were nodding their heads and agreeing with Gwen. The older agent quickly realized that the bulldozer approach would not work with Gwen Anderson. He could easily tell that those within hearing were supporting Gwen's position. Things like suicide bombings, especially by foreign nationals, should be prevented by law enforcement. That was the purpose for creating Homeland Security.

Gwen answered questions from the two men in a small room off the cafeteria for half an hour. When she returned to the waiting room, she found Paula and Lisa.

"Sis! How's Steve doing? I couldn't believe what happened. I heard about it when I came out of my first class this morning. Kids were telling me that they saw you on TV telling the nation about the attack by suicide bombers, that they tried to shoot you, and that Steve ensured that they were at least successful with the 'suicide' part of their plan. That boyfriend of yours is incredible. How is he?" asked Lisa as she hugged her sister.

"Uncle Joe and I got to visit with him for a couple minutes. He's really weak, but he seems to be doing pretty good considering he was shot twice this morning. Governor O'Leary and the President stopped in to see him before they left. The President told Steve that he thought it was very likely that he would get into the Naval Academy!"

"So besides being on national television today, you rubbed elbows with the Governor and the President?" marveled Paula. "I heard he was in town. Roads were blocked and security was super tight. I should have guessed that you'd meet him, Gwen. You seem to growing in leaps and bounds right before my eyes. You and Steve have become household names. I don't think anyone has ever seen anything like the way you two are. You're building reputations for doing what others don't even dare attempt."

"Can I get in to see Steve?" asked Lisa. "I drove here as soon as I could and it wasn't easy with so many roads blocked because of the President's visit. What room is Steve in?"

"Ladies, I'll see that you get to visit our hero, but first come with me," insisted Laura as she walked up behind the Anderson women. "I want you to see something."

Laura led them to a small locker room. She opened a locker and pulled something from her handbag. "Do you recognize this, Gwen?"

"It's the locket I gave Steve at Christmas. Did he lose it, or did you have to take it off to operate on him?"

"You're not looking at it," countered Laura. "Open it up and look at it! Really look at it.

"I can't get it open. It looks like it's been smashed, or hit with a hammer or something. I just can't get it opened," responded a frustrated Gwen.

"Gwen, Steve has a nasty bruise on his chest, right over his heart. That locket in your hands was hit by a bullet. It would've been a fatal bullet if it hadn't struck the locket! It saved his life!"

Gwen clutched the locket to her breast and sobbed. Lisa pulled her close and joined her in shedding tears. "You two were meant to be. There's no other explanation. As long as you're together, you're unstoppable."

"That awful terrorist was pointing his gun at me and smiling when Steve burst through the doorway this morning. If Steve had been seconds later, I'd have been killed. He saved my life and the locket I gave him saved his," sobbed Gwen. "I'm so lucky!"

"I think it's more than luck," observed Laura. "There's a connection, a force at play here that we can't understand. But it sure seems to be there. You two are destined for greatness and you make everyone you come into contact with better for it. Except of course, murdering terrorists!"

Laura took the Andersons to Steve's room. He was awake again and smiled when they entered. "Steve!" sobbed Lisa as she rushed to his bed. "I was so worried about you! You came through for this family again. This time it was hundreds of people saved by your courage and decisive action. Gwen and probably Kate would have been on the list of people killed by those bastards. I hate that you were hurt, but I'm so grateful that you saved my sisters."

With that Lisa leaned over and gave Steve a gentle, but rather lengthy kiss. Tears from her eyes dropped onto Steve's face. When Lisa finally disengaged, Paula approached the patient. Smiling, she leaned over and kissed Steve almost as long as Lisa had.

"You've saved my daughters. I can't describe how that makes me feel, but know that I'll always remember this day and how your bravery and skill prevented some demented individuals from taking my girls. You're an amazing young man."

"Paula, you, your husband, and girls have taken me in and treated me like one of your family. I can't tell you how much that means to me. If I can ever help any of you in any way, I'll be there. Remember that Gwen saved me from drowning in that river. I love all of your daughters, but especially Gwen. I'd gladly give my life to save any of them and not feel bad doing it. You and Ted are a special couple. Kate, Lisa, and Gwen reflect that."

"That's the way real heroes are," choked Lisa as she wiped her eyes. "He saves my sisters and acts like it's what he's expected to do. You said that you love me? You already know I love you, Steve. I told Jason that he'd have to accept that fact if he wanted to date me. You know what? He said 'okay' and that he'd get Gwen and Kate to love him, like I do you!

"That's some different than that ass I was with before. That reminds me. Jason called me while I was driving here today. He heard about this mess and wanted me to congratulate you on a job well done and to thank you for saving the sisters of the girl that he hopes will become his girlfriend. We've been texting and emailing a lot. I really like him. Maybe it's because he reminds me of you. I want you guys to be best friends, even if he becomes a Ranger and you're going to be a SEAL."

"Lisa, if you love the guy, I'll treat him like a brother. I've never had one, but I've made some good friends here. Gwen, how are Jared and Billy doing?"

"Billy is supposed to make a full recovery. He was hurt pretty badly, but Laura thinks he'll get better. Jared had a lot of internal bleeding. Laura says that tonight will be the decider. If he makes it through, he'll probably survive."

"They came through when the chips were down. I owe Jared for saving you. If you get to see him, tell him that I'll consider him my brother from this day forward. Whatever's mine is his. I'll never let a brother down."

"I'll tell him you said that. It'll mean a lot to him. He saved my life and he thinks you're the best. I guess we all do," admitted Gwen as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

Laura ushered the Andersons from the room to allow Steve to rest. As they were walking down the hall, Gwen asked her mother, "Do you think we could have Steve stay with us while he recuperates? He's going to require some help for a while. You saw how weak he is. What do you think, Mom?"

"I don't think I could refuse that boy anything after today. If he's okay with it, and if he needs help, he'll be most welcome in our home. Will he be able to walk at all?"

"Steve should be ambulatory," responded Laura. "What he's going to require is having his wounds cleaned and bandaged a couple times a day for a week or two. He's a fast healer, but it's important that we prevent infection in his wounds. I never treated bullet wounds before, but we're taught to err on the side of caution with them. We'll see if he needs rehab on his shoulder. He had some muscle damage there, but no bones were struck. He also seems to make muscle pretty quickly, if you haven't noticed."

"Can't say that we have. Right, Mom?" laughed Lisa. "We're attracted to his eyes and his personality. We never even noticed those big, powerful muscles on his arms and chest."

"As Gwen knows, his upper leg wound was very close to another muscle, if you know what I mean. If Gwen's responsible for his care, it may be a good idea for her to go on the pill right now. He's a big boy, if you know what I mean."

"I think maybe Gwen forgot to mention that fact," suggested Lisa. "Thank God he wasn't shot any higher! I have an idea, Gwen. I'm already on the pill so I'll make the sacrifice and change that dressing for a few days. That's the kind of sister I am."

"I don't think so!" retorted Gwen quickly. "You're just jealous because I take my time picking a boyfriend. I make sure he has all the qualities I want in a man. I don't have enough experience to compare, but Laura just confirmed my suspicions. Steve is the complete package, if you know what I mean."

"Mom! Make Gwen let me help take care of Steve!" laughed Lisa. "It sounds like there's enough for both of us. Besides, she doesn't know what she's got there, and she's not on the pill, so it wouldn't be safe to allow her within seven or eight inches of the guy."

"I've already decided that the only fair thing is for us to take turns changing Steve's bandages," replied Paula with a straight face.

"Did you just say 'us', Mom?" demanded Gwen. "There's no 'us' taking care of Steve! You're a happily married woman. I can understand Lisa being so enthusiastic, but there's no excuse for you being a part of this."

"Maybe Mom won't be so 'happily married' after she gets a good look at Steve's so-called injury," laughed Lisa even harder than she had earlier. "That guy can make a good woman go bad. Mom and I are proof. Now that I think about it, Gwen, you're the best proof. You were a cross between a nun and a nerd before Steve asked you out. Now you're in the 'habit", a little pun, of being on TV in your underwear all the time. That guy has ruined you."

"If being romanced by the best looking, best dancing, most athletic man in the free world has ruined me, then bring it on. If it turns out that he's the best at a few other things, it'll be icing on the cake," grinned Gwen.

Laura just shook her head as she listened to the Anderson women joke with each other. She found herself wishing that she had been as close with her mother and sister.

When they returned to the waiting room, they found Charlotte in an excited state. "We just got back from seeing Billy! He looks awful, but he was able to smile and talk a little. His parents are so proud of him. Of course I am, too! He's amazing. He's sleeping again, so his dad wants all of us to come down to his restaurant for dinner. Do you have any idea how long it's been since we've eaten anything, Gwen?"




Lady in Red Ch. 13



Gwen went and spoke to Jared's family briefly and then returned. "I promised Jared's family that I'd bring back couple burgers or sandwiches for them. They've had a horrible day. Jared's still on the borderline and they're worried sick. So am I, to be honest. That guy saved my life. Then Steve saved it again less than a minute later. That shooter was pointing his gun at me when Steve burst through the door."

Marsh's Landing had numerous large screen televisions mounted on the walls, mainly for sporting events. They were all on when the Andersons walked into the restaurant with Charlotte. For the middle of the week, business seemed pretty brisk. The parking lot was almost full and most of the tables were in use.

Charlotte and Gwen walked in first and it seemed like everyone in the entire place stopped what they were doing to watch them. Someone began clapping their hands and soon everyone joined in. Many of the patrons thanked the girls for their efforts that morning and for standing strong for their friends. Billy's father hurried over to welcome them.

"I saved this table for your group. You kids are absolute gold in this town. Everyone has been telling me what a huge difference you made today by calling for that blood drive, and for telling a straight story about what happened. It stopped the guessing and fear about crazy people with bombs still in the school. I guess they were still in the school, but rendered pretty damn harmless by Steve and Gwen. It's been a terrible day with four people killed and many others wounded, but the pride this community has in its kids and in itself is amazing. Look at the signs I had made today and just finished nailing them up."

Gwen and Charlotte looked around the room. "Heroes Eat Free" was hanging near the cash register. "We Are the Spartan Nation" was on a banner over the kitchen.

"Did you say that four people died?" asked Paula with great concern. "I thought it was the three kids. Did another one pass away?"

"You didn't hear that they found the body of Ralph Baker stuffed in a storage room? The bastards shot him and took his keys. That's how they got into the school," replied Billy's father sadly.

It was a somber group that sat down at the table reserved for them. Before they could order, Governor O'Leary entered the restaurant, followed by two security officers. He made a point of speaking to each diner as he passed their table. He promised that the state would do everything in its power to help the area recover and offered words of sympathy to those that appeared bereaved in any way.

"Ladies, would you mind if I join you?" asked the governor politely as he came to the Anderson table. "I've only been governor a few days, but I hope I never have to go though anything like this again. The President had to fly back to Washington, but he was extremely impressed by the character and courage of the 'Spartan Nation' as it's now being called.

"Gwen seems to have started something with that phrase this morning. As we were driving in this afternoon, we saw numerous signs stating 'We Are the Spartan Nation' in yards and businesses. You gave them answers when they needed them, and you gave them pride when they needed it. This area has been dealt a horrible blow today, but its positive reaction to this senseless attack has given it a greater purpose and strength. Every person in the 'Spartan Nation' is proud to be part of this community. They're also proud of its response to terrorism and hatred. As Governor, I can't help but feel pride mixed with a great deal of sadness over today's events.

"The video of Steve entering that gym and shooting it out with those terrorists is gut wrenching, to say the least. Even after taking two bullets, he still tried to reach the terrorists to disarm the bombs. You showed incredible faith in him when you severed the wires he told you to cut. If he had been wrong, the entire school would have been blown up, along with most of the students in it."

"You saw a video of the shooting?" questioned a stunned Gwen. "How is that possible? Where did you see it? Who taped it?"

"I thought you must have seen it by now. I heard that the Kite kid shopped it around and sold it to a cable news channel and donated the money to the hospital fund. They bought the video of the entire attack. But he placed the shootout and you cutting the wires to the bombs on your class FaceBook page. It was taken down within half an hour. But once you put something on the web, it remains 'out there' forever.

"Parts of it have been played over and over on the news channels. I understand that your classmate was going to video your meeting and wound up getting the entire attack. He had the good sense to not post the first part where innocent teachers and students were shot. He felt the world should see the shootout and how you had enough faith in Steve to cut the wires he told you to cut. It still sends chills down my spine when I think about the nerve you kids displayed."

"Dave Kite had his video camera there? Wow! It was unbelievable when I saw it in real time. The videos must be amazing. Now everyone can see how much nerve Steve has, and how straight he shoots! I didn't know Dave was recording the meeting this morning. I guess the FBI can watch that instead of harassing us students about what happened."

"Look, Gwen! It's playing on the TV over by the salad bar. It's in slow motion," pointed out Lisa.

Gwen moved closer to the television and watched as the announcer used a pointed to show each time Steve was struck by a bullet. He would freeze the frame and point to the area of impact and then play a few more frames. Gwen couldn't help but flinch each time Steve jerked from the impact of a bullet. The other diners watched her as she viewed the video. By the time Steve was hit the third time, tears were streaming down Gwen's cheeks. She turned to find Lisa sobbing right next to her.

The announcer was telling the audience that all evidence indicated that Steve had been hit three times and the third time appeared to be in the center of the chest. He explained that the hospital only reported two bullet wounds and that there was an obvious discrepancy between the video and the hospital.

Gwen's phone vibrated and she glanced to see who was calling since she had not been accepting calls from the many friends and well wishers trying to contact her. She simply didn't have the time or energy to answer all the calls.

"Hello, Amber. What can I do for you?" asked Gwen when she saw Amber Stahl's name on her phone ID. "Yes, I just saw it and I can tell you why it looks like Steve was shot three times. The third shot struck a heavy locket that I gave him for Christmas. He wore it all the time. He's got a nasty bruise on his chest right over his heart from the impact of the bullet."

"Are you serious?" asked an incredulous Amber. "He was struck in the locket you gave him as a gift at Christmas? It was directly over his heart? This story just keeps getting more amazing every minute. Your love saved the guy! I've got to report this. Thanks so much, Gwen."

After they finished dinner, for which Billy's father refused to accept payment, Charlotte and Gwen returned to the hospital. Gwen sat by Jared's parents and gave them each a sandwich that Mr. Marsh had sent for them. She noticed some strangers sitting across the room watching her, so Gwen rose and introduced herself to them.

"We know who you are, Ms. Anderson," replied an older lady. "We're Angela Walker's brother and sister. I'm Roberta and this is Edward. Angela has spoken about you on numerous occasions. At Christmas she made us watch some videos of you and your remarkable boyfriend. We thought she was a bit overenthusiastic, shall I say? After hearing and seeing what you and Steve Hammer accomplished today, I realize that Angela had every right to be excited and proud. She told us all about the Inauguration and how much she enjoyed it. We're pleased that she had that opportunity. Can you give us some idea of how badly she was injured this morning?"

Gwen spent some time describing the events of the day and what she saw in regards to Ms. Walker's injury. A short while later, the brother and sister were told by the nurse that their sister was now awake and able to briefly see visitors. They thanked Gwen as they followed the nurse from the room.

Charlotte pointed to the television on the wall. Amber Stahl was sitting next to the anchor man, telling him that she was able to report why it appeared that Steve Hammer had been shot three times when the hospital reported two bullet wounds.

"This is an incredible story!" promised Amber as the camera focused on her. "Gwen Anderson told me a little while ago that during that shootout, Steve was shot squarely in the heart. But the silver locket she had given him for Christmas stopped the bullet from hitting his body! Can you imagine that? He's still alive because he was wearing the silver locket given to him as a Christmas gift from his girlfriend, Gwen Anderson. Her love actually saved his life, both metaphorically and literally!"

Gwen and Charlotte spent the night in the waiting room. They would visit with family members of those wounded in the attack and offer words of encouragement. They'd get coffee and snacks for distraught friends and relatives of victims. For short periods of time, they'd manage catnaps. The sun was beginning to rise when a nurse came in for Jared's parents.

"Your son is awake and asking to see his parents," smiled the nurse. "He isn't out of the woods entirely, but the doctors think it's okay for you to visit him briefly."

Gwen was elated to hear that Jared was awake and asking for his parents! She hugged the Whites again and wished them the best. She looked around the room and realized that she and Charlotte were the only people left. She shook Charlotte awake and they headed home.



Lady in Red Ch. 14



Ted was sitting at the kitchen table having a cup of coffee when Gwen came through the door. "Sweetheart! I'm so sorry you had to experience such tragedy yesterday. But, I'm extremely proud of the way you handled the situation. I would've come to the hospital with Paula and Lisa, but Kate was here with some of her friends. They were all pretty shook up and your mom and I felt it was important that one of us be here for them. She was very worried about you and Steve and feels terrible about the others. How's Steve doing?"

"He's healing, Dad. He's so brave. He killed the one terrorist with his bare hands, then took the guy's guns and shot the other four. He saved all of us. He knew they'd shoot him when he entered the gym, but he came anyway. I just can't imagine knowingly entering a place where people will try to kill you. He's a real hero."

"He's all of that," agreed Ted. "He could have simply left the area and been safe, but he took the much more difficult path. He put the lives of others before his own. That's pretty much the definition of hero. To think that I actually tried hitting him in the chin. What was I thinking?"

"As I recall, you were thinking that he had hurt your daughter, or dishonored her, and you acted as a good father would. Steve actually admires you for that. He told me he did. He always tells me what a good father I have. I guess he must miss his dad a lot and wants to be sure that I appreciate you and mom. I can't imagine what it must be like for him to have no mother or father."

"You look exhausted. You need to try to stop thinking about what's wrong in the world. Go to bed and get some sleep. Everything will look better in the morning, or in this case, the afternoon," laughed Ted.

Gwen managed a few fitful hours of sleep. She had frequent dreams of shootings and bloody wounds. She climbed out of bed before noon feeling more tired than when she laid down.

Lisa, Kate, and Paula were having sandwiches when Gwen made her appearance in the kitchen. "Want something to eat before we go visit Steve at the hospital? I knew I wouldn't be able to see him yesterday and I had some friends over. We were talking about the kids we knew that were shot yesterday. Stephanie stopped in for a while and told us how Steve just suddenly hit that guy and caught him before he fell to the ground. Then he twisted his neck really hard and Stephanie heard the bones snap! I'm so glad Steve killed that guy. If he hadn't we'd all have been blown up. He's amazing and I want to tell him exactly that.

"Lisa said that he told you and Mom that he loves us. I guess it's no secret that I love him, too. You've got the best boyfriend in the world. I bet no one else could've done what he did. I don't think I'll ever be able to find a guy anywhere near as good as him. He set the bar really high. Thanks for sharing your boyfriend, Gwen. I feel safer when he's around."

"So do I, Kate. I don't think he'd ever let anything bad happen to us if he could prevent it. If Lisa and Jason get close, you'll have two tough big brothers looking out for you. Not too many guys will risk pissing off a SEAL and an Army Ranger. You'll find the right guy someday and we'll all love him. You have lots of time. Remember that I didn't even have a date until my senior year. Good guys are worth waiting for," assured Gwen.

The hospital was still a busy place, but lacked the sense of urgency that had existed the previous day. The four Anderson women were allowed to visit Steve together. Kate broke into tears when she saw Steve wrapped in bandages with an IV in his arm.

"Oh, Steve! Look what they've done to you!" she sobbed as she leaned in and kissed him all over his face. "We were scared to death yesterday when we heard the gunshots and then the fire alarm went off. Then we heard that you had a shootout with terrorists and you killed them all. I wasn't surprised. Then I heard that you might be dead and my heart broke. Lisa told me that you said you love me. I love you, too! Thanks for being you and taking care of those terrorists like you did. You saved my life!"

"Kate, it's nice seeing you again. You don't have to get all emotional. I'm okay now, but maybe I was delusional when I told your mom and sisters that I loved all of you. I had a lot of drugs pumping through my system," laughed Steve.

"Hah! You can't fool me. I know you love me, maybe not as much as Gwen, but still you love me a lot. I'm good with that. I don't think two people could love each other more than you and Gwen. I'm just glad she's my sister and you're her boyfriend!"

"Kate, don't be putting words in Steve's mouth. You're going to make him feel like he has to tell me that he loves me," complained Gwen with a blush.

"Then you should tell him how we're going to have him stay with us to recuperate. He can tell you all about how he loves you while you nurse him back to health," reasoned Kate. "The four of us will take turns changing his bandages."

"Sorry, Florence Nightingale!" interrupted Paula. "You will not be changing Steve's bandages, at least not the ones below his waist. Let me make that very clear."

Lisa and Gwen began to giggle as Kate suddenly turned pouty. It was obvious that Paula was not going to yield on this point. Her statement also indicated that Gwen and Lisa would have the opportunity to care for Steve.

"Kate let the cat out of the bag," revealed Paula. "Gwen already spoke to Uncle Joe and he's fine with it. When you're well enough to be discharged from the hospital, we want you to stay at our house until you're healed. It would be our honor."

"Thanks, Paula, but it isn't necessary. Uncle Joe said that he'd find a nurse to help take care of me. You've done more than enough for me already."

"So you don't think I should have the opportunity to try to repay you for saving my daughters' lives? You don't like my cooking? These two nurses are maybe too homely for you? You don't want me to have the pleasure of helping the Spartan Nation's poster boy get over his wounds?"

"It's not that! I love your cooking. Heck, I love your daughters. I just don't want to put you out. You've done so much for me already. I feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

"Steve, this is not open for debate. As your girlfriend's mother, and as the mother of two other girls that adore you, I'm insisting that you stay with us. You'll be helping us get past this horrible event. We'll be able to fuss over you rather than stew over the mayhem those terrorists created. There will be no more discussion on this matter. It's settled.

"We promised the nurse that we'd only stay a few minutes. Girls, say your goodbyes. We're leaving now. Steve needs his rest and we need to shop for enough food to feed him for a week or two. Let's go."

Kate hurried back over to Steve and kissed him several more times. Then Lisa planted a slow, lingering kiss on Steve's lips. When she stood up, she smiled at Gwen. That was all Gwen needed as she leaned down and gave Steve a long hard kiss with some tongue. Kate and Lisa were laughing by the time Gwen allowed Steve the opportunity to breathe.

"I guess staying at your place won't be so bad after all," grinned Steve. "Maybe you can ask Stephanie to come over and help now and then?"

"It seems like you're healing pretty fast, Buster!" laughed Paula. "I'll let Diane know that you're asking about Stephanie. She was pretty upset about the things that she saw and heard yesterday, but she was unwavering in her support of your actions."

Gwen had everyone wait for her while she managed a few minutes with Jared. He had been transferred from intensive care and was allowed visitors.

"You were wonderful yesterday, Jared. I told everyone how you saved my life. I can't believe how brave you were. I owe you my life. Steve wanted me to tell you that what's his, is yours, and that from now on, you're his brother. He doesn't make statements like that lightly."

"I'm just glad you're okay and I'm really glad that Steve showed up in time to cap those bastards and save all of us. It's funny, but since I've been hanging with Steve, I feel more like helping people and being a better man. I guess I'm trying to be more like him. I respect him and that's one of the best things you can say about another man. Tell Steve that I'm proud to be his brother."

Gwen returned home and managed a restful nap. When she came down for dinner, the news was on television and her family was watching it closely.

"The head of the FBI in the state is giving a news conference. He's going to tell what law enforcement has found out about the attack yesterday," responded Ted to a question from Gwen. "He's coming on now."

"The terrorist attack on a local high school yesterday was a terrible event. History will reflect that fact. What it will also reflect is the amazing string of coincidences that prevented this heinous act from being anywhere near as devastating as was planned by the terrorist.

"How could the terrorist speaking on his cell phone in the Farsi language, apparently to his leader, guess that an American high school student walking toward the gym at that moment was fluent in Farsi? What are the odds that the student, Steve Hammer, would turn out to be trained in hand-to hand combat and have the ability to immediately kill the terrorist? Then try calculating the odds that the same student had learned the workings of IED's and suicide bombs from his father, a Navy SEAL Commander.

"This same student searched the dead man while sending a female student to pull the fire alarm, knowing that these evil men planned on destroying the building and everyone in it with explosives. Evacuation was absolutely the right decision under these circumstances.

"Then the student arms himself with two handguns taken from the dead terrorist, and knowing there were more armed men in the gym, tells his friend to open the gym door on his signal. He enters the building and immediately double taps a terrorist, leaving three still shooting at him. As he places two bullets in the brain of the next terrorist, he is hit high in the leg, knocking him to his knees, where he is then struck in the shoulder by a bullet, rendering his right arm useless with two armed men still shooting at him.

"What are the odds that this young man is not only rated expert with a handgun, but expert with either hand? Unable to lift his right arm, he raised his left hand and shot both remaining terrorists in the head! Why was it so important that he shoot them in the head? They were wearing explosives. A bullet to the body could have detonated them. A non-lethal shot could have allowed them the opportunity to manually detonate the bombs.

"What are the chances that this young man, now unable to reach the dead men carrying explosives capable of being detonated remotely, can find a young lady, Gwen Anderson, with enough faith in his knowledge to follow his instructions without question? That she quickly severs the green wire on each body's bomb, rendering the remote detonation device inoperable? We now know that a signal to detonate the bombs was sent less than twenty seconds after the young lady finished cutting the wires!

"What are the odds that over a dozen students remain in the building with dead terrorists packed with explosives to render aid to the injured? That the same young woman that cut the detonation wires, has a doctor on her speed dial? She makes just one call that morning, and that was to an ER doctor. She is quickly given phone numbers for her fellow students to call for medical advice for treating the wounded. All the students listened to the medical staff and administered immediate first aid.

"Three students were killed instantly by the cowardly acts of the terrorists, but these brave kids somehow saved all the wounded! The attending doctors have assured me that without that immediate aid, several more students would have probably died. This event will become the framework for future contingencies in tragedies like this. These students did the Spartan Nation proud, very proud."

"It sure doesn't sound like the FBI is very pissed at you, Gwen. I guess you must have straightened out that agent that questioned your actions. Plus they got to see the entire attack on video. Apparently, they've come to the conclusion that you and Steve did everything right, as if that's any surprise," added Lisa.

Just as they finished dinner, the home phone rang. Paula answered it and summoned Gwen. "Hello, Gwen. I don't know if you remember me. I'm John Dixon, but I go by Johnnie Dee. I worked the Tim Archer benefit and you were 'the Lady in Red'. I've been asked to emcee a memorial tribute Saturday evening at the Church of Saints. It's that really big church over on Third Street.

"I've been given carte blanche for this affair. The governor has agreed to speak. So has your school principal. The Chief of Police will have his moment in the sun, but mostly, I'm looking for students to speak, or perform. I want this to be a time of healing. The kids need that, as you well know. Would you be interested in speaking, or performing in some way? I know that dancing wouldn't be appropriate, but poetry, recollections, recitals. Hymns or nice songs would be fine."

"A year ago, I would've been too nervous to do something like that, but I can tell you that I welcome the opportunity now. I'll have something appropriate for Saturday and I appreciate that you thought of me at this time. It's an honor."

"Thanks, Gwen. You've become a leader in the Spartan Nation and people will want to see and hear you. I just finished speaking with your boyfriend and he's agreed to the same proposal. You two could do something together if you like. The crowd would love it. We're going start advertising this and we're using your name and Steve's to draw a crowd. People would rather hear you than the governor or police chief."

"I don't know if Steve will be able to attend," worried Gwen. "He's still in the hospital. He has two bullet wounds. He said he'd be there? If he said it, then you can take it to the bank. He's definitely a man of his word!"

As soon as she finished speaking with Johnnie Dee, Gwen phoned Charlotte. "Johnnie Dee asked me to do something at the memorial Saturday night. I was thinking that I'd sing and was hoping that you'd accompany me on the piano."

"You're finally going to sing in public?" asked Charlotte in disbelief. "Everyone's been trying to get you to do that for years. Why are you suddenly willing to perform in public?"

"It's hard to explain, but I've lost my shyness over the past few months. I think it's at least partly because of the confidence I've gained being with Steve. He makes everything seem easy and he puts things in perspective. After the attack, most things don't seem all that scary. The worst that'll happen is that I get laughed off the stage. Hopefully, no one will die from my singing."

"What will Steve do? Will he talk about the attack and what he was thinking as he took out those killers?"

"I don't know. He doesn't really like talking about himself, or things that he's done. He's definitely not a bragger. I think he'll have trouble just getting up on stage. He's supposed to be discharged pretty soon. He's in pretty good condition, now that they pumped a bunch of blood back into him. I bet he'll be surprised to hear me sing. I never told him about that. Let's try to keep it from him until I get on stage, okay?"

Lisa and Gwen went to visit Steve the next day. When they got to his room, they were surprised to find his bed empty. Knowing he couldn't have gone far, they found him hobbling out of Jared's room.

"Steve! Are you supposed to be on your feet?" demanded Gwen. 'Do you have permission from Laura or the other doctors?"

"I was bored. Besides, I wanted to tell Jared a few things. He's still in pretty rough shape and I wanted him to know how I felt about what he did for you and what that means to me. When he saved your life, he saved mine, Gwen. I don't know if I'd want to live if you'd been killed," admitted Steve.

"With friends like Jared and a boyfriend as capable as you, I'm going to be around a long time, so don't worry about that. But I know what you mean. I felt the same way when you were bleeding out and looked so close to death. I was really scared."

"If you're able to get around, can you come home with us today?" asked Lisa. "We're very anxious to nurse you back to health, aren't we, Gwen?"

"Maybe a little too anxious in your case," laughed Gwen. "We're looking forward to bringing you home and taking care of you for a week or two, Steve. We should be able to be alone now and then, if Lisa can get Mom and Kate to go shopping with her."

"I'm willing, Sis, but it won't be that easy to fool Mom. She wasn't born yesterday. She knows more than she lets on."

"Tell me about it! When I finally got her to take Dad shopping for Christmas, she texted both me and Kate that they were coming home early. Then when she got home she gave Steve and me a little talk about being responsible."

"Don't tell me that you two were doing it!" gasped Lisa. "What about birth control? Right in the house? What if Kate came home?"

"No! We weren't 'doing it', as you so nicely put it. We were doing some petting and Mom must have suspected it because when I didn't answer her text, she made sure that Kate came home to warn me that Mom and Dad were almost home."

"Wow! Mom's pretty cool. Dad's great, but fathers are not going to go for that sort of thing no matter how much they like the guy. You're just lucky that Kate didn't get an eye full when she got home. Why are you blushing?" demanded Lisa. "Don't tell me that Kate did get an eye full! I guess I'd better talk to her!"

"You two do know that I'm standing right here?" asked Steve. "You should wait until my back's turned before you discuss this stuff. I never had any sisters and if I did, I'm sure they wouldn't be so willing to share details like you sisters do."

"I wish you had a brother," laughed Lisa. "We have enough girls to go around, but we need more Steves."

"Getting back to your original question, Laura said I should be discharged tomorrow. She says that it's quite soon considering I have two bullet wounds, but I'm healing already and she thinks my spirits will pick up when I'm around your mom and Kate, and maybe Stephanie."

"Really? Mom, Kate, and Stephanie? Gwen and I can raise a lot more than your spirits, Stud. We'll take good care of you, won't we, Sis?"

"What's this 'we' stuff?" demanded Gwen with a big grin. "I'll handle everything that comes up just fine. You'll be out shopping with Mom and Kate."

"Well, be sure to check for text messages if you're alone with this guy. Where can we put your phone so we'll be sure that you check it? I have an idea. We'll tape it next to his bullet wound!"

Lisa, Kate, and Gwen all showed up at the hospital Saturday morning to take Steve home. Many of the nurses and several doctors stopped Steve as Gwen wheeled him down the hall. The females hugged Steve and the men shook his hand.

"It looks like it's a good thing that you're getting him out of here, Gwen. Those nurses must have gotten an eye full while taking care of our hero's wounds. They're all doe-eyed. I know that look, I see it in your eyes, and Kate's, every time you two are around Steve," joked Lisa.

Steve had come to accept that the Anderson sisters were going to tease him mercilessly every opportunity that they had. He appreciated the humor and the love the girls shared and he had long ago decided he would take everything they would dish out. He'd never let them get his goat.

Steve insisted on visiting Jared and Billy before leaving. The girls listened to Steve state his unwavering loyalty and high regard to 'his brothers'. It was obvious that Steve was deeply moved my Jared's selfless act on Gwen's behalf. He couldn't have been more sincere if Jared had saved him rather than Gwen. Steve made it very plain to everyone in the room that Gwen's safety meant far more to him than his own and he would always feel in debt to Jared.




Lady in Red Ch. 14



They swung by Uncle Joe's apartment to pick up some clothes for Steve since he would be staying at the Anderson's. "I asked Uncle Joe to have that nice dark tuxedo that I wore at the Inauguration ready with the other stuff. There aren't many pants that I can fit into with this bandage on my leg. I'll have to wear sweats like what I have on, or the tuxedo. How's that for a range? I know that my regular suit pants won't fit and I have zero chance of getting my jeans on. I'll be going to that memorial tonight dressed to the nines."

Paula and Ted met Steve in the driveway and helped him hobble into the house. Ted offered his hand as he told Steve, "I've got to thank you for everything you did to save the kids in that school, and especially Kate and Gwen. That could have been a catastrophic event. It was plenty bad as it was, but I can't imagine what I'd be feeling now if you hadn't been there. My home is yours for as long as you need it."

"Sir, I appreciate your hospitality and kindness. You and your family have been great to me. I hope to be able to repay you some day."

"You don't think saving my two daughters is payment enough?" asked Paula. "How about being shot twice while saving my daughters? Don't try to pay us back when we owe you more than we can ever say!"

Steve found that his arm and hand would function reasonably well as long as he kept his arm close to his body and only moved it from the elbow down. If he tried to raise his upper arm, his shoulder wound ached sharply. He was able to dress himself for the memorial, except for his tie. He had a real bow tie that needed to be tied. He wandered into the kitchen with the tie in his good hand.

"Can I help you with that? I've tied a few for Ted and I'm pretty good at it," boasted Paula with a smile as she took the tie from Steve's hand. "Bend over a little so I can get it under your collar and sling. Now stand still and let me tie it."

Steve stood like a statue as Paula fussed with his tie. He had his right arm in a sling to keep it immobile and when Paula pressed against him, to get the tie around his neck; her breast was against his hand. Steve blushed but said nothing. Paula smiled as she finished her task.

"There you go. You look very dapper, even with your arm in a sling. And thanks for standing so still. You look a little flushed. Did I upset you or something?"

"Paula, upset is not the word I would use. I'll stand still for you to fix my tie any time. Thanks!"

"You're such a charmer! Don't tell me that an old lady like me can get a young fellow like you ... shall we say flustered?"

"You know you can 'fluster' any man that still draws a breath. Small wonder your daughters are so beautiful, and such teases," replied Steve. "They just take after their mother."

"They do; even in how much they like a certain young man that keeps doing great things for my family. You feel that you owe Gwen for saving your life. Understand that this family feels that same way toward you for saving our girls. We'll try to never let you down, Steve. I promise that."

Ted drove the entire family, plus Steve, to the memorial service in his SUV. He dropped Gwen and Steve off near the rear of the building so Steve would not have as far to hobble to reach backstage. Gwen held his good arm as he tried to keep his right leg from moving very much. His bullet wound was high on his thigh and chaffed when he tried to walk on that leg. To lessen the rubbing, Steve tried to keep that leg immobile and rely on his left leg to provide motion. It all made for an awkward gait. Any step with either leg still caused some pain in his injury.

When they arrived backstage, Steve and Gwen were impressed with the caliber of speakers and performers present. A girl that finished in the top five in American Idol the previous year lived in their state. She had volunteered to sing "Amazing Grace". Nancy Burns, and Laura Watkins were scheduled to speak. Governor O'Leary was scheduled to speak after the first prayer. The mayor and the police chief were also on the docket. A choir from a local church planned several hymns. About ten students, including Charlotte had asked to speak briefly.

Charlotte held up her right hand as she rushed up to Gwen. "I just closed my hand in the car door! It hurts like the devil. I'm going to be able to give my little talk, but playing the piano for you is definitely out. I'm so sorry!"

"Oh, no! I'm sorry about your hand, but what am I going to do. My turn will be coming up before too long. I can't find someone to accompany me that quickly!"

"Sure you can," interjected Steve calmly. "There's a pretty fair pianist back stage right now. All you have to do is rub up against him a little and ask real nice and he'll be happy to play for you."

"You want me to rub against some guy to get him to play? I don't think you know me very well. I will NOT be doing that! I will, however, ask him nicely and see if that works. Where is he?"

"Actually, you have no choice. You'll have to rub against him and bat your blue eyes to convince him to help out. He's standing right in front of you."

Gwen quickly looked around, but saw no one but Charlotte and Steve close by. "I don't see this mystery piano playing pervert. You'll have to be more specific."

"Gwen! For a smart girl, you sure can act dense! He's standing right in front of you. For God's sake, start rubbing up against him! It won't be so bad. If I thought it would help, I'd do the rubbing for you, but you have much bigger erasers than I do!"

"Bigger erasers? Oh, for rubbing. But who? You mean Steve? Don't tell me that you play the piano, too! This is a tough song and it'll require more than a little ability. Can you play 'Bridge over Troubled Waters'? Charlotte and I practiced it last night and she had to work to get it just right."

"Gwen, do you trust me?" asked Steve as he held Gwen's arm and looked into her eyes. "Can you simply walk out there and trust me to play your song for you?"

Gwen stared back into Steve's eyes and smiled. "Steve, I trust you with my life. I've never been one to have much faith in others, but I absolutely trust you. I'm sorry I seemed dubious. Now let me rub up against you to seal the deal. My, your hand seems to be well situated for a hug. I'll have to ask you to release me pretty soon. Someone might see."

"Don't worry about that!" laughed Charlotte as she stepped between Gwen and any possible onlookers. "I've got you covered!"

Gwen laughed as she stepped back. "Thanks, Charlotte, you're a true friend, to Steve! He really seemed to enjoy that hug. I just hope Dad doesn't have me dusted for fingerprints! Has anyone else hugged you with this sling on? You should come with a warning or something."

"A gentleman never talks about the ladies in his life. Let me just say that you had better be the one to remove my tie tonight, because there's real danger lurking there for the unsuspecting."

"How will you play with your arm in a sling? I don't think that's possible, even for the amazing Mr. Hammer. And who tied your tie anyway? Was it Lisa? I'll have to be sure I beat her to removing it for you!"

"I can pull my arm out of the sling and keep my upper arm pretty still and manage to play okay. Don't worry about me. I can do it. You just need to be ready to sing your song. Charlotte, do you have the music with you?" asked Steve.

The evening began with a somber prayer and then Governor O'Leary gave his short speech. While he was speaking, Johnnie Dee approached Steve and Gwen.

"I saved you guys for last. I know what the crowd wants and it's you two. Which of you wants to go on first?"

"It now seems that Steve is playing the piano for me, and I think he should be the grand finale. So introduce us together and I'll bow out after my song and leave the stage to Steve," replied Gwen.

"Actually, I want Gwen on stage with me, so just introduce us together and we'll improvise when our turn comes," stated Steve.

"That sounds perfect! You kids will really 'wow' them. I bet you bring the house down tonight!"

After Johnnie Dee walked away, Gwen turned to Steve. "Improvise? Steve, there's hundreds of people here tonight and God knows how many will see it on YouTube and everywhere else. We don't want to look foolish."

"Gwen, do you trust me, or not?" asked Steve calmly.

"Okay, you lead and I'll follow. Let the record show that I was concerned, but my faith in my boyfriend was greater than my fear of failing."

The girl that sang "Amazing Grace" was extremely good and had many of those in attendance in tears. The speeches were tolerated and the choir was genuinely enjoyed and appreciated by the audience. Just over an hour and half after it began, Johnnie Dee stepped to the microphone to introduce Gwen and Steve.

"Ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, let me introduce the two students most responsible for preventing the recent terrorist attack from being even more devastating to the Spartan Nation. Risking their lives to save others seems to be commonplace for these two. I give to you, Gwen Anderson and Steve Hammer!"

Gwen held Steve's hand as they slowly made their way to the microphone. Steve's difficulty in walking required almost half a minute for the couple to reach it. As Gwen helped Steve hobble forward, the crowd stood and applauded. After they reached the microphone, the crowd continued the applause. Gwen and Steve both smiled slightly and nodded. Then Gwen stepped back from Steve and gestured toward him and the applause increased!

Surprised, Steve raised his flat palm toward Gwen in the same universal sign used when indicating others for praise. Once again the applause increased! Gwen smiled and stepped back to take Steve's hand. Gradually, the crowd began resuming their seats. Gwen finally gestured a couple times for the audience to quiet down and it went silent.

"Thank you for your support. We are the Spartan Nation! We take care of our own. We grieve for our own tonight, and we also offer thanks for those that were spared. I have to thank the fire and rescue personnel for their incredible courage. They say that firemen are the ones that run into a burning building. They're also the ones that rush into a building packed with explosives. Why did they do that? Because we badly needed them, and that's what they do!"

Gwen had to stop to allow the applause to die down before she could continue. "We'll never forget that day when hell came to the Spartan Nation, and we responded with courage and sacrifice. I used to wonder how our town of Sparta got its name. Now we all know. We're the Spartan Nation because we respond to violence and hatred with strength and courage, like the Spartans of Greek History. I have never been more proud of my school, my friends, my town and my 'nation'.

"I saw many incredible examples of courage and sacrifice that day. We all can be proud of our students, teachers, staff, rescue, police, and medical personnel. They were heroic in their response to the mayhem created by the cowards that attacked us.

"But I would be badly remiss if I didn't make a point of thanking Jared White for taking bullets intended for me and thus saving my life. Thank you Jared! I see his parents are here and they should be very proud of their brave, selfless son.

"Then there's this guy standing next to me!" began Gwen before applause forced her to wait. "Yes, he deserves your applause and appreciation. He's amazing. Tonight I planned on singing for the first time in public and my accompanist told me back stage that she was unable to go on because she hurt her hand in the car door.

"Steve offered to take her place and I questioned him about being able to play my song on the piano. He asked me if I trusted him. I told him that I trust him with my life! We've never rehearsed this. I didn't even know he could play the piano, but somehow I think we're about to learn one more amazing talent of this wonderful guy."

With that Gwen led Steve over the piano placed to the right side of the stage. Steve sat down and Gwen gently removed the sling holding his arm in place. Then Gwen took a seat to Steve's left and moved the microphone so it was located directly in front of her. Steve nodded to Gwen and began to play the Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel song.

Gwen waited for her place, and started to sing. By the time Steve heard her sing, "When you're weary, feelin' small, when tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all," he realized that Gwen was an exceptionally talented singer. She sang beautifully, but her emotion was the difference between a good rendition and a great one.

By the time she reached the lyrics, "And pain is all around, like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down," the audience was extremely emotional and it reflected back to Gwen. She began to falter as tears streamed down her cheeks. She choked and put her face against Steve's shoulder as she fought to regain her composure.

Steve played in circles a little while hoping Gwen would be able to continue. Finally he leaned into the microphone and began singing, "Sail on Silver Girl, Sail on by, your time has come to shine, all your dreams are on their way."

Gwen pulled her face from Steve's shoulder in amazement. She wiped her eyes. Then she joined her voice to his as they finished the song in perfect harmony. The audience was absolutely silent for about ten seconds. Suddenly the crowd erupted as everyone stood and clapped and smiled their approval through their tears. Gwen once again buried her face in Steve's shoulder as she sobbed uncontrollably. There were two large screens placed so that people in less advantageous seats could view the proceedings easily. The applause increased as Steve wrapped his good arm around Gwen and held her close for a few seconds.

Gwen began to gain her composure as the crowd returned to its seats and the applause started to subside. Steve spoke into the microphone. "Thank you! I guess our girl can sing! Everyone has been thanked tonight, but I really want to add my personal appreciation of the events of Wednesday.

"Jared White saved Gwen by willingly taking bullets intended for her. Billy Marsh saved my life in the river that day in November. Gwen Anderson seems to save me all the time. She cut the wires to the explosives without even asking if I was certain they were the right ones. That saved all of us. Then she worked to save me from bleeding to death, and make no mistake. If she had not acted so promptly and professionally, I would have died.

"I want everyone to know that I will always have the backs of these three friends. Billy and Jared are now my brothers, and Gwen is ... everything. Anytime, anyplace, I'll be there if they ever need me.

"When I was a little more than a child, my grandfather died. My mother sang a beautiful song to me to help me feel better. She told me that her mother used to sing it to her in sad times. We all wonder why this terrible thing happened, and why it happened to us. There are no good reasons. How do you explain, intolerance, envy, hatred, and fear? Just know that there is either a plan for us all, or everything in life is totally random. Your choice, but either way, you have to learn to accept what we cannot explain. I hope that Gwen will help me with one final song, the song by John Lennon and Paul McCartney that my mother used to sing to me."

Steve began playing a familiar tune on the piano and at the appropriate moment, sang into the microphone. "When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be."

Once again, Gwen wiped her eyes and smiled at Steve before joining him in song. They sang together, and then they'd take turns with the lyrics as Steve played through the song twice. They audience began to join in on the chorus. Gwen, Steve and the audience finished the song as everyone sang together. Just as Steve played the last chord; the lights on the stage dimmed and went dark. Then there was silence.

Steve and Gwen remained seated at the piano, letting the raw emotion of the moment wash over them. Perspiration beaded both their brows as exhaustion swept over them. The curtain closed.

"You're just full of surprises, Steve! I told you that when we first danced, and I've got to say it again. You were amazing just now! I never dreamed that you were so musical. You have a wonderful voice and your style is perfect. Everyone was stunned when you started singing, although we should be used to you doing everything better than anyone else."

Johnnie Dee hurried up to the couple. "I knew you'd bring the house down! That was fantastic! People were bawling their eyes out because of the power and emotion you guys delivered. It was the best tribute I've ever seen. You kids have a future in music, or you would if you weren't so good at football, dancing, and heroics. Would you mind if I call on you for a few benefits I have scheduled? You two are the stars of the Spartan Nation!"

Other speakers and performers began streaming on stage. They were all raving about the performance they had just witnessed. Steve and Gwen graciously accepted the compliments as they worked their way toward the exit.

"Thanks so much, everyone, But Steve was shot twice on Wednesday and he really needs to get some rest. I'm responsible for his health and I don't want him to get worse on my watch," announced Gwen as she led Steve out the door.

Both Steve and Gwen were surprised by the number of people waiting for them as they left the building. Gwen's family was waiting near the SUV that Ted had parked close to the exit.

"Steve!" cried Stephanie as she hurried up and gently hugged him. "I'm so glad you're okay. I was scared to death when I heard the shooting after you sent me to pull the alarm. I did exactly what you told me and the police said it was the right thing to do. I knew it was if you told me to do it. You're so brave. I was afraid you'd be shot. I know you were, but I was afraid you were killed. I was so scared!"

"Steph, you were great. You never hesitated or questioned me. What you did could have saved hundreds of kids' lives. They needed to get out as fast as possible. Thanks for being so brave."

"Me? I wasn't brave. I was scared to death!" replied Stephanie.

That's what bravery is, Steph. You did something even though it frightened you because you knew you had to help others. I'm so proud of you," repeated Steve as he hugged Stephanie.

As he released her, Gwen whispered into his ear, "Careful Big Boy! Remember that I know where that injured hand is now that you have your sling back on. Don't you dare hug Aunt Diane!"

Just then, Diane wrapped her arms around Steve and hugged him hard. "Stephanie told us how fast you acted and what you told her to do. You probably saved her from that horrible man, and for sure you saved her if she had gone into that school with those killers there. You've conquered the last holdout in the family. I'm as goofy about you as Stephanie and all the Anderson girls, including Paula. Is that your hand? Oh, you're wearing a sling again! I bet Stephanie liked that!"

"Kate! Don't hug him," was all Gwen managed before Kate had Steve in her arms. She didn't say much but held onto him for a rather long time.

"Okay, Kate. I know what you're doing. Let him go," ordered Gwen in frustration. "Okay everyone, he's tired out and all you girls, and all your 'girls' aren't helping any. Steve, stop letting them hug you. Mom! Don't hug him. Oh, Mom! You, too!"



Lady in Red Ch. 15



Paula had to smile as she hugged Steve. Lisa wasn't the only female in the family that enjoyed teasing. To his credit, Steve remained very still as her breast pressed against his hand.

"Gwen, you can't begrudge everyone the opportunity to hug this fine young man. Who knew that he could play the piano and sing like he did? He's a very handy man to have around, don't you think?"

"Mom! I know what you're doing and the joke you're making. Now let him go, so we can get home," insisted Gwen.

"Just a minute, Sis. You're not going to try to stop me from getting my hug, are you," laughed Lisa as she stepped into Steve's arms. "You're right, Kate! This guy is very fresh. To think he did this to Aunt Diane, Mom and even Stephanie. Gwen, your boyfriend has been copping feels of the entire family!"

"That's what I've been saying. I hear you enjoyed putting his tie on for him earlier. Well, I'll be the one taking it off tonight. Quit squirming against him and let go. Look how red his face is," pointed out Gwen. "You might put him back in the hospital if you don't release him pretty soon."

"Lisa, let me give the guy a hug. As his doctor, I'll be able to determine if he needs another transfusion," suggested Laura as she stepped in against Steve when Lisa released him. "No problem, Gwen. His blood supply and pressure seem to be excellent. If anything, he may need a little pressure relief. His hand also seems to be working quite well. Steve, I have to insist that you release that little nubbin right now."

Steve's determination to not let the ladies get his goat dissolved as Laura made her joke. He stepped away and turned his back on the grinning ladies as he willed his cock to go soft. He wanted to reposition it, but dared not try it with so many eyes on him.

"That's a job for his care givers, isn't it, Laura? We need to get him home and change his bandages and give him some relief. I'll take the first turn since it's so late and Gwen looks as tired as Steve. By the way, I don't even know how to tie a tie like that, so it wasn't me. But I'll be more than happy to remove it."

Gwen turned to look at her mother who just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. Diane, Stephanie, and Kate were off to the side whispering and laughing as they kept looking at Steve.

"Mother, I'll speak to you later! Lisa, I am NOT that tired and I will be Steve's primary care giver, with emphasis on primary to the point of being the only care giver. Believe me when I tell you that I can handle it all, I mean all of it. I mean I can take care of him!" laughed Gwen.

Steve didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the ongoing bantering directed at his expense, so he hobbled to the car and carefully climbed into the back seat as Ted sat behind the wheel.

"What's taking them so long?" wondered Ted. "Why's everything such a big production with women? How hard is it to get into the car and go home?"

"How about I sit on Steve's lap instead of getting in that little seat in the back?" suggested Kate as the women opened the car doors to climb in.

"I don't think that would be safe right now," grinned Lisa. "He's shown us how well he can play the piano, even with an injured shoulder. He has amazing hands, as we all can verify. He's also under a lot of pressure, so we need to be careful with him. If sitting back there is so repugnant, I'll sit on his lap."

"Lisa, he's been shot, practically in the groin. No one will be sitting on his lap," admonished Paula. "It's time to settle down and give Steve some consideration."

"The two of you singing together was incredible. We've been too busy kidding around to tell you how great you both sounded. People were crying, they were so moved by your performance. I was one of them. I'm so proud of you kids and the amazing things you've accomplished this year. Everyone keeps telling us that they've never seen anything like it. You keep surprising people with new talents and skills. I never dreamed that Steve could play the piano, let alone sing like a cross between Elvis and Paul McCartney."

By the time Steve limped into the Anderson home, he was sore and exhausted. He turned to go into Kate's bedroom. He was using hers so he would not have to navigate the stairs. Kate was doubling up with Gwen.

"I'll be in to change your dressings once I get into something more comfortable," promised Gwen as she headed up the stairs.

Steve closed the door and unbuckled his belt. He allowed his trousers to drop and stepped out of them. With some effort, he bent over and picked them up and laid them on a chair. Then he managed to remove his sling with his good arm, smiled as he untied his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. Clad only in his boxers, he gazed into the mirror. His chest was tender but appeared to be okay. The bandage on his right leg was red from blood, as was the right leg of his boxer shorts. This concerned him. 

There was a rap on the door and then it opened. "I see you're ready for us to work on your bandages. Uh oh, it looks like you're bleeding some. I hope your artery isn't leaking again," worried Paula as she spread an old towel on the bed.

"Sit on that towel and let me take a look. I'll have to remove this bandage first and..."

"Mom! What are you doing here? I'm perfectly capable of taking care of Steve. I insist that you leave us alone," demanded Gwen.

"Gwen, calm down. I understand your desire to take care of Steve, but this is pretty important and I feel absolutely compelled to make sure he is healing properly. He's under our roof and I don't want any problems with his recovery. I'll help you a time or two and then leave you alone, if you insist."

"You're right, Mom. I'm sorry for being so selfish. Look! He's been bleeding again. Sit down so we can get this bandage off. I knew you shouldn't have been walking around. Hugging every woman in town didn't help any, either."

Gwen carefully cut away Steve's dressings while Paula observed. Once they had the old bandage off, Gwen carefully cleaned the wound the way Laura had shown her. Steve was using his good hand to hold his genitals up and away from the injured area. Paula then handed Gwen the necessary pads and gauze to rewrap the wound.

"That's a nasty injury. I can only guess how it looked when Gwen first tried to stop the bleeding after you were shot. It looks to be healing okay and the blood was from the tissue and not the artery. That's a good thing. Gwen, you did an excellent job. You'll make a very good doctor. Now let's work on that shoulder."

Twenty minutes later, Gwen put the finishing touches on Steve's shoulder bandage and turned to her mother. "Now you have an idea of what Steve went through for the rest of us. Those were bullet holes, Mom. He could have been killed. His chest is still discolored from where that bullet hit the locket I gave him. He came very close to dying!"

"You're right, Gwen. This was an eye opener for me. You did a very good job on his injuries and I feel comfortable letting you take care of him. I want both of you to remember that you're in Ted's and my house, so don't do anything foolish. Just be careful and use common sense, and remember that Kate's door doesn't lock since she and Stephanie broke the latch over a year ago. Someone can walk in at any time. Good night, kids, and don't stay up too late. Steve needs his rest in order to heal."

After Paula left, Gwen leaned in and kissed Steve tenderly. "God, Steve, you do things to me! I've seen you almost die twice, and both times you were helping save the lives of others. You have to be more careful. I don't know what I'd do if I Lost you."

"Kate suggested while you're taking care of me I should tell you how much I love you, Gwen. The problem is that I can't tell you how much I love you because I have no words for that much love. You mean everything to me. I love you as much as a person can love another, and maybe a little more."

"Oh!" gasped Gwen as she leaned in to kiss Steve again. "I love you, too. I can't believe I feel this way. I've never felt like this before and it scares me, but I trust you, Steve, to not ever hurt me. I couldn't stand it if you ever stopped loving me."

Gwen was kissing Steve again when they heard a voice. "I had to get my toothbrush and comb and stuff. Don't let me bother you, as if I could. Remember that I'm the one that's supposed to be sleeping with you, Gwen. Don't come to bed real late and wake me up, unless you want to tell me everything you were doing. Lisa asked me about catching you guys making out the night Mom took Dad shopping. She said that you told her. I was keeping it a secret. You guys want to watch a movie or something?"

"Kate! It's after eleven and Steve's tired."

"Gwen, let's watch one. I can see the TV good from right here and you girls can sit next to me. It'll be good to unwind after that memorial. I haven't seen Kate much this week and I've missed her. Kate, please put a movie on. Gwen, come over and snuggle close to me."

Paula woke up around 1 AM and decided to be sure that Gwen was in bed with Kate. She noticed a light coming from the room Steve was using and went down to investigate. She was only slightly surprised to find two daughters, Kate and Gwen, fast asleep. They were crowded on the queen size bed with Steve sleeping between them. Kate had an arm over Steve's chest and Steve had his good arm draped around Gwen with his hand resting on her breasts. Smiling, Paula turned off the TV and returned to bed.

Kate was the first to stir the next morning. She woke in her own room, but felt someone next to her. Remembering the previous night, she opened her eyes to find Steve still asleep. Her right hand was resting on his chest. Then Kate noticed Steve's left hand was clutching Gwen's left breast through her pajamas. Kate leaned over and kissed Steve on the cheek. His eyes slowly opened.

"Good morning! I finally got to wake up with you in my bed! That was awesome. How about a little kiss for me, Big Guy?"

"How about some breakfast, if you girls can pry yourselves away from Steve," offered Paula from the doorway as Gwen began rubbing her eyes. "You'll probably have to release Gwen, Steve, or she won't be able to get up."

Steve and Gwen both looked down to see her left breast firmly grasped by Steve's left hand. Steve quickly released the handful of female charm and tucked his hand behind his back while he blushed. Gwen let out a small chuckle and leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

After the kiss, Gwen whispered in Steve's ear, "I love you!" and then kissed him again. Steve remained still as he waited to see Paula's reaction. She obviously had seen him holding Gwen's breast.

"Girls, get upstairs and get dressed. Steve needs some privacy. And hurry because breakfast is almost ready and I've got plenty. I hope you like bacon, eggs, pancakes, juice, and sausage, Steve."

Steve was on his second helping when the Anderson phone rang. Kate got up to answer it and then called Gwen into the next room. Gwen returned a few minutes later with tears in her eyes.

"That was Jane Booth's father on the phone. He asked if we would sing 'Bridge Over Troubled Waters' at her funeral today. I could tell that he was trying not to cry when he asked. I told him we'd be honored to do that for Jane. I hope I didn't overstep my boundaries, Steve, but I just couldn't refuse him."

"You know I won't mind. We were going to go to the funeral today and pay our respects to our friend and classmate. We'll just plan on doing that song. You do such an incredible job with it; I'm not surprised he asked. You were great last night."

So it came to pass that Steve was seated at the old piano in the Methodist church with Gwen standing behind him. She held a microphone and Steve had one placed in front of him. He nodded to Gwen and began playing. Gwen delivered an extremely moving rendition of the song. He joined her for the chorus, the part that he sang solo the previous evening when Gwen became too emotional to continue.

As he finished playing, Steve realized that Gwen had been absolutely unbelievable. Those in attendance were totally silent except for the many sobs that echoed in the church. It was a fairly large church and almost every Sparta high school senior was in attendance. It was actually slightly awkward because many felt that they should applaud but were unsure if that would be appropriate at a funeral.

Jane's parents rose and came forward to embrace a teary-eyed Gwen, and then Steve. "Thank you so much!" sobbed Mrs. Booth as she hugged Gwen. "Jane admired you and spoke of you often. What you've done for this community is beyond description. Keep up the good work."

Steve and Gwen had very little down time before they had to drive several blocks to attend Len Collin's funeral. Gwen cried openly on Steve's shoulder as the minister spoke of Len's life and tragic death. After the service quite a few people thanked Gwen and Steve for their actions that fateful day.

"You kids saved my daughter's life. She's a sophomore and was right above the gym when everything hit the fan. I can't even imagine the pain this community avoided because you two were so level headed and capable," praised a middle aged man with tears on his cheeks. "The Spartan Nation, as we now call it, owes you both a huge debt. Thank you both so much!"

His feelings were echoed by others as Gwen and Steve moved toward the exit. People were grieving for the dead, but were extremely thankful that so many were spared.

"Tomorrow is Tim's funeral," sobbed Gwen as they slowly made their way to their car. "I can't believe how difficult this is. It's breaking my heart, Steve. What would have happened to me if you had died on that gym floor? I wonder if I would have survived. How do we go back to school Wednesday knowing we have friends that we'll never see again? How about going back into that gym? I don't know if I can do it."

"Life is so precious because it ends. We can't change that. We have to live our lives the best way we can and that's all we can do. You'll go back to school, and even return to that gym. The other kids will be watching you, looking to you for guidance and strength. You have to be strong for them. It's a lot of responsibility, but you've earned it with your ability to think and act clearly and decisively in emergencies. For better or worse, you're the face of the Spartan Nation, the unofficial leader."

"If I'm the leader, then what are you, Steve? You're my rock, the source of any strength I may have. I follow your lead and people know that. Before you came to Sparta, I was nothing special in any way. You made me whatever it is that I am. You're the face of the Spartan Nation. I know that."

"Gwen, I didn't make you anything. You were brave, strong, smart and beautiful before I came to this town. You already had a great voice and were trained in dance. All I did was give you the chance to show how you could shine. You're the product of a loving family that gave you great genes and opportunities that you honed into the woman you are today. You don't need me to be great. It's inside you and it's being drawn out by circumstances beyond your control. I watch how you are with people and marvel at your skills. You're amazing!"

"Let's compromise then," suggested Gwen. "Together, we're doing pretty well. We complement each other very nicely. You're brave, tough, smart, decisive, and compassionate. You help fill in the voids and inexperience I have. We're at our best when we're together, and don't you forget it!"

"Excuse me?" politely asked a man that had worked his way through the crowd to speak with Gwen and Steve. "I'm Tim Reynolds's father. I heard you perform at the memorial last night and again earlier today at Jane's funeral. Would it be too much to ask that you sing that 'Let it Be' song tomorrow at my son's funeral? We're Baptist and sing a lot of hymns and spirituals, and that song would fit right in. It's a mostly black church, but you'd be welcome for sure."

"Sir, a black friend saved my life in that attack. He took two bullets intended for me. Steve told him that they're brothers now. We have absolutely no concerns about attending a mostly black church or function," assured Gwen.

"I'm a military brat," added Steve. "Growing up, many of my friends were Hispanic, black and even Muslim. I learned long ago to judge a person by their words and actions and not by race or religion. We'd consider it an honor to play at Tim's funeral, and we're deeply sorry that this tragedy ever occurred. He was a good guy."

"Thanks! You've no idea what this'll mean to my family. My wife insisted that I ask you. She was worried that you'd be uncomfortable in a black community church. What you two managed to do the day of that attack was incredible. I see how you limp when you walk and that your shoulder's in a sling when you aren't playing the piano. I know you were hit pretty hard a couple times that day, yet you managed to kill those men that killed and hurt innocent students and teachers. I'm praying that I'll be able to forgive them someday, but right now, I'm just glad that they're dead."

Lisa was the only one at home when Gwen and Steve returned to the Anderson's. She immediately picked up on how saddened Gwen and Steve were.

"I have to leave for school in a little while. I took a couple days off to see if I could help you guys through a tough time, and to be sure Steve would be okay. When I heard you were shot twice in that attack, my heart just about stopped. When I saw Gwen on television rallying the Spartan Nation to donate blood, my heart almost burst with pride. You are both incredible individuals, but together you're absolutely amazing.

"Steve, go get undressed and Gwen and I will redo your bandages. Wait a minute and I'll undo your tie," teased Lisa as she stepped close to Steve and began fumbling with his tie.

"I know what you're doing, Lisa. I was the one that tied it this morning, although I almost had to fight mother for the chance. You seem to be taking an awfully long time, and you're not even wearing a bra! Steve, can you find it in your heart to forgive my sister?"

"I'm sorry, Gwen. Were you talking to me? I'm having trouble concentrating, and I feel light headed," grinned Steve.

"Well no wonder! You've sent what little blood you have away from your head, your big head, that is. You'll need another transfusion if Lisa doesn't back off pretty soon!"

"Sis, I'm getting the impression that this guy doesn't have a little head! He has a big head and a bigger head. You're such a lucky girl! There, I'm done. Now go get undressed and we'll be in to take care of you."

Steve was once again stripped to his boxers as he waited for the sisters. He felt some concern that Lisa would tease him too much and embarrass him, but knew he had to be a good sport regardless of her words. He loved her. He knew that. He also knew that Gwen was the sister he loved and wanted the most, and that would never change.

He was quite surprised when the girls came into his room wearing bikinis. "I've spent some time in hospitals lately and I've never seen nurses dressed like that. Is that supposed to raise my spirits and help me heal?"

"I'm thinking that we'll raise something. Call it spirits if you like," responded Lisa as she glided into the room. "Gwen, is he allowed to wear those boxers? I thought we'd have to have him naked to do this right."

"I think it's best if he keeps them on. I trust him and I trust me, but you get a little goofy when you're around Steve. Sit down Steve and we'll cut the old bandages off. I don't see any blood this time, so that's good."

Steve once again sat with his left hand holding his package out of harm's way as Gwen removed his dressings. Lisa watched with amusement as he made a serious effort to keep everything hidden.




Lady in Red Ch. 15



"Why don't I remove the bandages on his shoulder while you work down there," suggested Lisa as she suddenly dropped her top and moved closer to Steve as Gwen concentrated on his leg. "Here, Steve, hold these scissors while I get some new bandages."

Lisa held the scissors out to Steve. His right arm wasn't working well enough to take the scissors, so he instinctively released his genitals to hold the scissors. Lisa laughed when she heard Gwen gasp.

"What's wrong? Did you cut him with the scissors or something? Is it bad?"

Gwen was staring at Steve's boxers and the erect cock they barely contained. "What just happened? How come you moved your hand, and why are you so big? Lisa! Why are you topless? No wonder this guy is so aroused. That's a cruel joke."

"I don't hear Steve complaining," laughed Lisa. "Now are you going to help the poor guy relieve the pressure, or should I? It looks like he's pretty worked up. In fact, I've never seen a guy so worked up."

Steve immediately put the scissors down and placed his hand over his privates once again. "I'm sorry, Gwen! Lisa did this on purpose. She asked me to hold the scissors and she took off her top and you were so close down there! I'm only human and you girls are gorgeous. I wasn't trying to embarrass you or anything."

"I understand what's going on here. Lisa has a deviant sense of humor," chuckled Gwen as she watched Steve try to cover back up. "We will not be relieving any pressure, Lisa. I think it may be against the nursing code or something. But I will, however, make myself more comfortable while we work on him."

Gwen stood, unhooked her top, and tossed it on a nearby chair. "I guess I have to fight fire with fire. Now let's get back to work before Mom and Dad get home. They may not appreciate our healing efforts, although it sure looks like Steve does!"

Steve alternated between embarrassment and lust as his nurses worked with surprising efficiency on his bandages. Within a matter of ten minutes they were putting their tops back on and leaving his room. He could hear them laughing all the way up the stairs. He pulled on a pair of sweats and limped to the kitchen where he took a soft drink from the refrigerator and sat down at the table. He had just managed his first swallow when Kate entered the room.

"It looks like you have fresh bandages already! I thought I was going to help this time. People were talking about you and Gwen at the store this afternoon. They were saying that you guys made everyone cry when you sang that song at the funeral. No one can believe how good you are. I like when you walk around without a shirt!"

"Young lady, you're not supposed to notice things like that," warned Paula as she carried a bag of groceries into the kitchen. "You just never had any brothers, so you're not used to seeing powerful, good looking, bare-chested men."

"So, Mom, are you saying the same thing I was, but in a round-about way? You like having good looking guys with their shirts off in the kitchen?"

"I'm saying that we're used to girls, but have much less experience with males in this house. Steve can go shirtless anytime as far as I'm concerned. I'll just have to endure it since I want to be a polite hostess.

"Did I hear today that you and Gwen will be performing at the funeral for Tim Reynolds? This singing you two are doing seems to be very popular. Kate already told you that a lot of people stopped us to say what a great job you did at the funeral today and the memorial last night. The fact that you are so good at singing and dancing seems to go against the fact that you're the star quarterback that led the team to the state championship. No one ever expects a so-called jock to be so good in the performing arts."

"My mother spent a lot of time trying to instill an appreciation for the fine arts in me. She was a very good musician and singer. She wanted me to balance sports and the arts, so we worked hard on dance and music."

"I think your mother would be very proud of you! I do wish I could have met her. She sounds like an exceptional woman and mother."

"She really was, but I don't think I appreciated how exceptional she was until she died. I just wish I had told her more often how special she was to me. I really miss her at times like this."

"I can only imagine how it feels, Steve, but you've got us for family now," assured Kate. "We all just love you to pieces. I never had a brother, but if I did, I'd want him to be just like you!"

"Thanks, Kate. It's sure great to have a family, especially with so many beautiful women. I'm always very proud to be seen with you, or to have people know that we're close. It especially helps in sad times like this."

Lisa walked into the kitchen with a small suitcase. "I'm heading back to school. I hate to leave now that Steve's moved in, but I have classes tomorrow. I already missed too many when I hurried home to be sure that Kate, Gwen, and Steve would be okay. I'm so glad that Kate and Gwen were unhurt and Steve only got shot twice. That's hardly worth mentioning for a tough guy like him. Now for a goodbye kiss!"

Lisa leaned over and gave Steve a gentle kiss on the lips as she draped her right arm over Steve's good shoulder. Then she stood back up and ran her hand over Steve's face as Paula and Kate looked on.

"Get well, Steve. Take care of Mom, Kate, and Gwen. You've already saved every woman in this family but me, and I know if the time comes when I need help, you'll be there. I can't tell you how good that makes me feel, and how I love Gwen for sharing you like she does. She really loves. You know that. Just love her and take care of her and I'll be your friend for life. When I heard that you'd been shot, it felt like my heart stopped. I can't imagine how Gwen must have felt seeing you take those bullets. Still, she kept her head, and kept you alive and that's another reason for me to love her. You two are perfect. Good-bye!"

Kate watched as Lisa backed her car out the driveway. Then she turned to Steve and said, "She really does love you a lot. You know that, right? I think she loves you even more than I do. I hope that Jason guy turns out to be the real thing because she needs someone to take her mind off you," observed Kate. "I probably do, too. You're Gwen's guy."

Steve looked at Kate and then to Paula, and then back to Kate. "I love Lisa a lot. I love you a lot. I just love Gwen so much it hurts. I'll do anything that I can for any of you girls, but Gwen's the one for me. I can't change that, nor do I want to."

Kate and Paula saw Gwen step into the kitchen behind Steve as he was speaking to them. He had no idea she was there. She quietly stepped up behind him and gently wrapped her arms around his torso and hugged him.

"Talking behind my back? About how much you love me? To my mother and sister? You've got some nerve, Mister. Mom. Kate. I want you to know that I really love this guy. There! Now they know how we both feel."

"Yeah, like that's a big surprise," laughed Kate. "I saw you were in deep that first day at the mall. You tried to act like you didn't really care, but you fell in love with him as soon as you saw him, didn't you?"

The next morning Steve managed to finally take a shower after Gwen cut his bandages off. He had been relying on sponge baths and felt like he was becoming quite grungy. He gingerly soaped everything he could with his good arm while keeping the water stream from landing on his wounds. He spent more time in the shower than usual as a result of his limitations. As he stepped out of the shower, he picked up the towel and began drying what he could with his good arm.

"Here, let me help you," offered Gwen as Steve almost feinted. "You'll never be able to dry yourself with that bad arm. Just stand still and let me take care of everything."

"Gwen! What about your mom? You'd better get out of here before you get caught! We'll both be in trouble. She'll be mad at me. I promised that I'd behave in her home."

"Mom's the one that suggested that I help you. We've been talking a lot and she's beginning to see how much we love each other. She's going to let me go on the pill. Mom is your biggest fan, so don't worry about her being upset," replied Gwen as she toweled off Steve's back.

Steve stood very still as Gwen moved down to dry off his ass and legs. He was extremely nervous when Gwen slowly moved around in front of him. She smiled as she gently worked the towel over his injured shoulder and then over his chest and stomach. She looked is his eyes and smiled broadly as her hands slid the towel down his body.

"My! It seems like there is a lot of pressure built up here! I'm not experienced in relieving it, so what should I do?" mused Gwen as she ran her towel covered hand over Steve's very hard cock.

Steve suddenly gasped and placed his good arm on Gwen's shoulder as he visibly trembled. Gwen's smile broadened as she instinctively slowed her hand movement. Steve's breathing quickly returned to normal, but his face was flushed and he appeared nervous.

"Gwen, I'm so sorry. I couldn't stop it. I can't believe how fast I came. I hope you don't think I'm some kind of pervert or something."

"Are you kidding? I don't have much practical experience, but I read a lot. I read that if you came quickly the first time we're together, it would indicate that you aren't real experienced either. I love you no matter what, Steve, but I really like that we're learning together. You've been all over the world and could have had a dozen girls by now."

"Gwen, you're my first girlfriend and that was the first time I ever had a girl do that for me. I was pretty quick, to say the least. Can I do anything for you in return?"

"That's what I hoped to hear! If you want to do something for me, you can go lay on the bed naked and let me bandage you. I love looking at your body. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world!"

Half an hour later Gwen and Steve emerged from Kate's room and sat at the kitchen table. Paula was busy at the stove, but when she brought the bacon and eggs to the table, Steve became fidgety and nervous. He felt guilty and it bothered him.

"Steve, you have to relax. Gwen must have told you that she's going on the pill and that we approved. I still want you to be careful about pregnancy and disease. Lisa simply went on the pill without asking, but Gwen feels that would be disrespectful. We're not giving permission so much as we're accepting the inevitable. I don't think it would be possible to keep you two apart much longer.

"I don't think any normal young woman could be around you and not want to have you make love to her. It's up to the both of you to decide what this will mean. Will you be exclusive? What will you expect from each other? What will you owe each other? What are you committing to, if anything? I never would have believed this situation would arise a few short months ago, but I have to accept that you two have done some incredible things and have shown amazing maturity, well beyond your years. We trust you both to make good decisions. We know better than to try to stop what the Gods have created with you two."

"Ma'am? Paula? Did you say 'we' as in you and Ted? Gwen's dad knows she's going on the pill?" asked an obviously agitated Steve.

"Ted and I always make the big decisions together. I would never allow Gwen to go on the pill without consulting Ted. He's her father and loves her like no other man ever could. So, to answer your question, Ted knows about Gwen wanting to go on the pill and has agreed to it. That would indicate that he knows your intentions, Young Man. Are you going to have a problem with that?"

"Well, yeah! He's Gwen's father and I don't want him upset with me, or think I'm some kind of sneaky guy that's trying to get into his daughter's pants. Maybe I should go back and stay with Uncle Joe."

"Don't be silly, Steve. Ted is treating you like a man, so just act like a man. He knows that all his daughters will fall in love at some point. He only wants them to be safe and happy, like most fathers want. Treat Gwen with love and respect, which you've been doing quite well, and Ted will treat you like a son. Of course, I don't recommend hurting her in any way. Ted would not be pleased about that."

"I won't! Not if I can help it. I love her. I'd do anything to keep her from being hurt. If I ever hurt Gwen, I'd want Ted to work me over because I'd deserve it."

"What am I missing?" asked Gwen. "You're way bigger than Dad. Why are you so afraid of him? Both you and Mom act like he'd kick your butt if you screw up. Dad won't ever try hitting Steve again."

"What you're missing, Gwen, is that Steve respects your father. He honors him like a son would. Ted could take a club to Steve and he'd never lift a hand to protect himself, especially if he felt that he deserved it. His love and respect for you makes him love your family and respect your father. Of course the way you and your sisters keep kissing him and rubbing up against him helps a little, I'm sure."

"I guess I have to get my head around the fact that Steve is so nervous about Dad. He keeps telling me that he is, yet I'm always surprised at how serious he is about it. It tells me that Steve would make a pretty good father himself. How many kids do you want?"

"That is not even going to be discussed right now! After medical school, you can give us as many grandbabies as you want, but don't even think about it before then, Young Lady!" warned Paula as Gwen laughed.

Steve and Gwen sat together at the piano as their turn to perform approached. Steve had been very impressed with the singing skills of the choir, especially of a couple of the ladies that had sung solos. He had been deeply moved by the emotions of the speakers and performers. When their turn came to sing, Steve gave it everything he felt. Gwen would join him at times, and take over the singing at other times. Then they'd sing together. At first, the choir simply hummed in the background, but by the middle of the rendition, they were backing up Steve and Gwen with tremendous emotion. By the end of the song, tears were flowing freely and Steve was sweating profusely. Once again, Gwen was sobbing as she sat on the bench hugging Steve.

Tim Reynolds' parents were in tears as they embraced Gwen and Steve after the funeral. "That was the best possible tribute our son could have been given. You kids are special. You made this gathering feel the love, and the pain we all have with Tim's passing. Thanks so much!"

Once again, it took the young couple a long time to reach the car. People kept stopping them and offering thanks and praise for the decisive action they took the day of the attack and for the incredible performance they delivered in tribute. As they prepared to climb into the car, a well dressed man approached them.

"Kids, I'm Clyde Davis. Young Tim was my cousin's son. I attended the memorial the other night, as well as the funerals of the three kids. After I heard you at the memorial service, I took the liberty of setting up some good sound equipment in both churches in which you two sang. I spent most of the night splicing together a video to go with the 'Troubled Water' song and I think I have something special. Would you be willing to stop at my brother's place just east of Sparta? There's where I'm staying and where all the equipment is."

Steve looked at Gwen and then spoke to the stranger. "Sir, I think we'd like to see what you created. We'll follow you there right now, if that's okay."

An hour later, Steve and Gwen were sitting in stunned silence. "May I take it from your reaction that you like what I did?" asked Clyde. "You just saw what I worked on last night, but now for the rest of the story. I want to rush this video out and release that song. I'll send it to radio stations and make it available to download for a small fee. If it does half as well as I think it will, you kids will make a good buck."

"Mr. Davis, we aren't concerned about making money for ourselves with this. Right, Steve?" stated Gwen rather than asked, as Steve nodded agreement. "Whatever our share would be should be donated directly to the local hospital fund. We should probably get a lawyer to be sure everything is above board."

Clyde Davis gave a broad smile as he listened to Gwen's response. "Young lady, I've been in the business for forty years and never cheated anyone. I assure you, as a United States Marine, I'll honor your wishes and be certain this agreement does not harm you, or your future in any way. I want to have a long and mutually beneficial relationship with you two."

"You were a Marine?" asked a surprised Steve. "Give us a fair contract that gives our share of any proceeds from that performance to the hospital in Sparta and we'll sign."

"Actually, I'm thinking of a two song deal. I have some ideas for that song you did this morning at Tim's funeral. I'll release it after your first hit begins to lose momentum. I know how this all works after forty years. It isn't vinyl anymore, but music is still music. I'm hoping that after you see how well I market and promote your first two efforts that you'll agree to work with me on some more projects I have in mind."

Gwen and Steve had just arrived at Gwen's home when Paula called Gwen to the phone. Steve sat down at the kitchen table as he related the happenings of the day to Ted, Paula, and Kate.

"You guys are going to have songs out? He even made a music video for the song? How did he do that without you guys having to go someplace and do some acting or something?" asked a dubious Kate.

"He used footage from the Emerson River Rescue and spliced it in with the video he took when Gwen sang that song at Jane's funeral yesterday. Gwen makes this song and the video special. She's an incredible singer. Her emotion in that song was almost tangible. I just play the piano and look dumb while she shines like you won't believe. I'm embarrassed to even be mentioned. It's all Gwen, and she's unbelievable!"

"I just can't believe how you guys keep doing amazing things. I thought it was something when you danced so well together. Then you saved those kids, Gwen saved you, you won the state title, got invited to the Governor's Inauguration, started a line of gowns and swimsuits, saved a school full of kids and teachers, got shot twice, sang at a memorial and funerals, and now will have hit songs and videos. Did I forget anything?" asked Kate sarcastically.

"Amber said the Macy's is launching the 'Lady in Red' line next week! They'll be advertising heavily in this area and they want us to be at their store at the Sparta Mall on the eighteenth of this month. We're supposed to model the outfits, sign any autographs that may be requested, answer questions, and generally promote the product line," stated an excited Gwen as she entered the kitchen.

"I guess that answers my question. You guys are going to be famous for all kinds of things. Remember to mention your little sister to all the handsome hunks that ask you out when Steve isn't looking," joked Kate.

"You'll have to tell them yourself. When they see you in those bikinis and evening gowns, you'll have to beat them back with a stick," laughed Gwen.

"You mean they want me there, too!" screamed Kate. "They want me to model the stuff I wore for those pictures? All the kids in school will see me! They'll be so jealous! I wonder if anyone will ask for my autograph."



Lady in Red Ch. 16



School was scheduled to reopen Wednesday morning, one week after the attack. Steve had managed to cut off his bandages by himself that morning and limped to the shower to prepare for the day. He was doing his best to soap up his upper body when he felt hands stroking his back! He swung around in surprise to find a naked Gwen standing behind him.

Trying to remain cool, he slowly ran his gaze over Gwen's body. His eyes lingered on the Y created where her long legs came together. Then he moved on to enjoy her full breasts and hard nipples.

"Do I look okay? I'm pretty nervous about you seeing me like this," admitted Gwen. "Am I too heavy or something?"

"You're incredible! I can't believe how beautiful you are, Gwen. Your body is perfect!"

"Thanks! The nice thing about us being naked is that I can actually see how much you appreciate looking at me. It looks like Little Steve enjoys the view. He's looking right at me!" laughed Gwen as she began soaping Steve's shoulders and chest.

The shower lasted until the hot water ran out. Steve and Gwen washed each other carefully and thoroughly. "That's got to be the cleanest I've ever been, Steve. I don't think you missed a single square inch of my body. Now you have to dry me off."

As he finished toweling Gwen dry, Steve pulled her naked body to his and kissed Gwen passionately. Gwen was facing the door so she saw it swing open and Kate suddenly stop in shock. Behind Kate, Gwen could see her mother watching from the kitchen. Kate was frozen in place until Gwen motioned with her hand for Kate to close the door. Twenty minutes later, Steve was bandaged, dressed and seated at the kitchen table. Gwen was upstairs getting dressed.

"I'm sorry about opening the door this morning," apologized Kate as she sat down at the table. "I thought you'd still be in bed and I could get some clothes from my closet before you woke up. I didn't think about Gwen being in your room. I guess it's hard to shower with a bad arm?"

"You opened the door this morning?" asked Steve nervously. "When was that?"

"Gwen didn't tell you? She saw me and motioned for me to close the door. You guys were all romantic ... and naked. Mom laughed at me when my face got all red after I closed the door."

"Your mom?" repeated Steve. "Kate, Paula, I am so sorry that happened! It's Kate's room and she certainly should have access to her stuff. I'm a lot better now. Maybe I should go back and live with Uncle Joe."

"And how would you navigate the stairs to his apartment?" demanded Paula as she placed a big plate of bacon, sausage, eggs and pancakes in front of Steve. "I warned you both that the lock didn't work on that door. Kate needs to knock first, but you and Gwen have to think about your actions a little more. This is all new to you both. You have to go slowly and carefully. Think about the rest of us in the house. Ted and I don't allow the kids, or anyone, to catch us in embarrassing situations."

"Mom! Not you and Dad! I don't even want to think about that. Gwen and Steve are young and good looking. You and Dad are old and shouldn't even be doing that stuff anymore," reasoned Kate.

"I'm only forty-two and I can still turn heads! Your father and I certainly are not too old for romance and sex. We're just wise enough, and experienced enough, to keep it behind closed doors. Actually, I wouldn't mind if a little more of the romance part was in the open. Steve and Gwen are reminding me of how we were before we had three daughters to worry about."

"You and Dad were like me and Steve?" asked Gwen as she entered the room and took a seat. "You were a senior when you met Dad, weren't you, Mom? How long did you date him before you made love?"

"That is none of your business! Your father was a senior in college and came back to Sparta to watch a football game his cousin Jim was playing in. Jim introduced us at the dance after the game. Your father was so mature and good looking. I fell in love with him that first night, but I didn't tell him for a long time. He thought he had to work hard to get me to fall for him, so he came back to Sparta every chance he had to court me. It may be hard to believe now, but he was very romantic back then."

"So you fell in love at first sight, too? When Steve sat down at my table at the mall that day, my heart stopped. I had trouble breathing. I just sat and stared at him for a long time."

"I didn't notice since I was totally lost by that time," admitted Steve. "I was in love before I even sat down at the table that day. I can't explain it, but I knew that the incredibly beautiful girl sitting there was the one for me. That's why I asked you to go to the dance with me, and I refused to take 'no' for an answer. I can't tell you how hard I worked to win that game. I would've played defense if I had to!"

"I was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and big pants that day. Why did you even take a second look?"

"Gwen, you don't seem to realize just how beautiful you are. I've never seen your equal, and I've seen some gorgeous women, two of whom are in this room right now. You could've been wearing potato sacks and you'd stand out."

Gwen got up from her seat and walked over to Steve and sat on his lap and kissed him hard on the lips. "Did Dad say things like that to you back then, Mom? Was he a silver tongued devil like this guy?"

"I don't think he was quite as smooth as this young man of yours, but he was very good," laughed Paula. "Steve seems to be the gold standard for romance minded men."

As they approached the school that morning, Gwen began to fidget. Kate seemed slightly agitated as well. Gwen parked the car in a handicap area so Steve wouldn't have as far to walk. The kids were talking in hushed tones as they walked through the halls. When they reached their homeroom, Coach Watkins was seated in Ms. Walker's chair. When the bell rang, he spoke to the students in the room.

"As you all know, Ms. Walker was badly injured last week in the terrorist attack. She's expected to make a full recovery and hopefully will return to her teaching duties in the near future. I'm going to take attendance now and then we're reporting to the auditorium for a special program."

The assembly lasted about half an hour. The students were told of increased security measures and asked to always report any unusual activity. The principal explained to the students that the FBI was confident that the sixth terrorist, the one that sent the remote signal to detonate the bombs, had fled into Canada to escape capture and prosecution. Then he thanked the fire and rescue squads, the police, and the hospital staff. He explained that anyone that felt the need to speak with one of the available grief counselors would be quickly accommodated.

Then the principal singled out Gwen. "I cannot stress enough how important the quick thinking of Gwen Anderson was in preventing even more pain and suffering. She risked her life to disarm the bombs, and then had the presence of mind to call an emergency room doctor for help. Then she passed out phone numbers for other students to call for immediate first aid measures. I've been assured that more would have died from that attack if not for the prompt assistance rendered by the brave students that remained in the building to help their classmates.

"The events of that day cannot be discussed without mentioning Steve Hammer. Everyone in this room knows the decisive action he took to save many lives, as well as the very building in which we stand. I do not want to recount his efforts of that morning as we are here to heal, to move forward. We're fortunate to have such quick thinking, capable students in this school. We are the Spartan Nation and we're Spartan proud!!"

It took a few days, but school returned to a new normal. Basketball season resumed and the first home game was difficult. Everyone that entered the gym couldn't help but think about the violence and death that took place there. The floors had been sanded and refinished so there was no sign of blood, but most people had seen the video and knew where the pools had been.

Gwen and Steve were elevated to celebrity status. More precisely, they became school royalty. Students, and even teachers, deferred to them during school and at after school events. Steve healed rapidly and moved back in with his uncle Saturday afternoon. The Anderson family assured him that they wanted him to stay, but he felt he needed to get back home.

Gwen had been joining him for morning showers and had easily made him cum several times. She had declined any reciprocal efforts from Steve, except to allow him to caress her firm breasts and suckle her hard nipples a few times. He felt disloyal to Ted for enjoying Gwen so much in Ted's home. The Anderson's treated him far better than he deserved. Of that, he was certain.

By the following Monday, 'Bridge Over Troubled Water' was well on its way to becoming a huge hit. The video was seen my millions and hundreds of thousands bought and downloaded the song. Once again, Amber Stahl approached Gwen and Steve for an interview.

"I know you're going to be at the mall Saturday to promote your "Lady in Red" line of clothes. Since all the profits go to the hospital, the station has no problem doing a segment from Macy's featuring an informal interview with you two. Naturally, I'm going to be the one asking the questions. You guys have done wonders for my career. The station wants to move me up but won't as long as you both are in Sparta.

"They're afraid that if they move me, they'll miss the exclusive features you've been granting me the last few months. Now that you have a hit song and your clothing line is being promoted all over TV and the internet, the station doesn't want to lose you. They've given me a raise and a promise to move up once you guys are in college.

"I'd like to do fifteen minutes with you two. It will be live, with a few seconds delay in case something unacceptable is blurted. It's going to be during the eight o'clock hour and the network may rebroadcast it during their morning show if it looks interesting enough."

Saturday morning found Lisa, Kate, Gwen, Amber Stahl and Amber O'Leary setting up at Macy's, well before the normal opening time. Amber O'Leary had arranged to have a piano delivered to the area the kids were using. She felt confident that fans would be asking Gwen and Steve to sing since they had a hit song. The girls were shown their changing room, while Steve once again was given a glorified closet.

Macy's opened its doors at seven. Kate and Gwen began the day in evening gowns while Lisa modeled a bikini. Steve was dressed in a tux and was able to go without a sling on his arm. His shoulder was still stiff, but he had gained a lot more mobility in his arm. He walked with a slight limp, but that injury was rapidly healing. Steve recognized quite a few of his classmates that stopped in, including Charlotte.

"Billy's coming home tomorrow! He said to say 'hey' and to stop in and visit him when you get a chance. He's going stir crazy and can't wait to get back to school. The doctor's think he'll make a complete recovery and even be able to play football next fall."

A few minutes before eight, Amber Stahl explained to those gathered that she was going to do an interview and asked for their cooperation. As her cameraman counted down, Amber smiled to the kids as they went silent.

When the broadcast began, she explained to the audience how Gwen and Steve were launching a new line of clothes designed by Amber O'Leary, daughter of the governor. All profits were to benefit the building fund of the local hospital that did such an amazing job treating and caring for the victims of the recent attack.

She spent a few minutes discussing the gowns that Kate and Gwen were wearing. Amber O'Leary was asked about her designs and how she became affiliated with Steve and the Andersons. Lisa was introduced and received a round of applause from the very appreciative males in the audience. Just before going to commercial, Amber told the viewers that Steve had agreed to sing for them after the commercial.

"What are you going to sing?" asked Gwen. "How come I didn't know anything about it? Do you expect me to 'improvise' again? I'd like a little warning about things like this."

"All you have to do is sit next to me and look beautiful. Amber asked if there was anything special I'd like to do this morning and I came up with this song. I'm going to sing it to you, Gwen. All I ask is that if you don't like it; wait until we're off air to say anything, okay?"

The cameraman signaled to Amber that they were ten seconds from going on air, so Gwen ended her questioning. "As promised, Steve Hammer has agreed to entertain us with a song. He'll be performing an old Elvis Presley tune. He tells me that his mom used to sing it to him and he always liked it. This is his television debut. Ladies and Gentlemen, Steve Hammer."

Steve sat at the piano with Gwen next to him. He smiled at her and then began playing the piano. After a few bars, he began singing "Wise men say, only fools rush in, but I can't help falling in love with you."

Gwen was stunned as she listened to Steve deliver one of the best love songs ever written! His voice was strong and rich and his emotion was obvious to all. Sighs erupted from the girls in the audience and Kate and Lisa had tears running down their cheeks.

None of the surrounding distractions affected Steve in any way. He continued to watch Gwen and sing as well as he could. Time seemed to stand still for Gwen as she listened to her boyfriend profess his love for her on television. She imagined her heart exploding as she listened. How could she have ever found such an amazing guy?

As Steve played the last note, the camera swung back to Amber Stahl. She was caught on camera trying to wipe tears from her eyes. "If anyone has ever heard that song done better, I'll eat this microphone! Our time is up for today, but you can be sure we'll be hearing a lot more about "Lady in Red" clothing, and their singing. Thanks everyone!"

As soon as Amber signed off, people rushed to speak with Gwen and Steve. Gwen noticed that the size of the crowd had greatly increased. Questions were flying at her so fast, she was unable to decipher them. Girls were all around Steve, asking him dozens of questions at once. Finally the manager of Macy's, the same fellow that gave Gwen and Charlotte a new change of clothes after the attack, took control and backed the fans off the small stage. He then established an order for the attendees to ask questions.

Most of them were directed to Steve and Gwen, but Lisa and Kate fielded a few questions as well. At nine, the manager called for a fifteen minute break. The girls and Steve all changed and returned for more promotions of their product. Lisa looked stunning in a low cut gown, while Kate caused some commotion when she entered in her modest bikini. Then Gwen glided onto the stage wearing a red robe. When she removed it to reveal a matching bikini, audible groans were heard from the males in the audience.

Steve had to chuckle when guys tried to flock around Gwen. Cameras on cell phones were taking stills and videos constantly. Kate had her own entourage of younger guys. Lisa attracted a large share of the girls present as they asked questions about her gown and how much it would cost to buy one like it.

"I feel like the Maytag repairman here," complained Steve as he wandered around sipping on a soft drink. He was wearing board shorts and shirt that looked quite sharp and matched Gwen's bikini nicely. That fact seemed to go largely unnoticed. Both Gwen and Kate were doing a great job of promoting the swimwear line. They smiled and turned to strike a pose whenever someone requested it.

When a kid tied to hold Kate in what Steve felt was an inappropriate manner, Steve started over to straighten the kid out. Fortunately, the manager of the store was overseeing everything and quickly moved the kid away from Kate. She had seen Steve headed her way to rescue her and grinned and then winked at him.

Every hour they would change outfits, never wearing the same thing twice. Macy's had several clerks selling the outfits and then taking orders when the supply ran out. By day's end, every item in stock had been sold. Steve was shocked to hear that all the men's swimsuits had been sold as well. Not surprisingly, the tuxedoes were slow movers. Amber had anticipated that and had contacted rental stores. She was getting strong interest from them. A lot of guys would be renting a 'Lady in Red' tux for their prom.

Paula and Ted stopped in to watch the proceedings for a while. "I was watching when you sang that song to Gwen this morning. I was sobbing like a teenager. I have trouble believing just how good you are. Is there anything you don't do well?" asked Paula.

"I hope that's a rhetorical question," kidded Steve. "I really hate to reveal my weaknesses."

"I'm beginning to think that Kryptonite is the only thing that could weaken you," replied Paula somewhat seriously. "I'll say it again. You're an amazing young man."

After the day's activities were finished, Gwen was chatting with Amber Stahl and Amber O'Leary when Lisa bid everyone goodbye. She was going to drive directly back to school to study for tests she was taking Monday. Steve was showing Kate a few notes on the piano when his phone vibrated. He had a text from Lisa asking him to meet her in the rear of the store.

Curious, he went out the back door to see what Lisa needed. He was able to make out Lisa's head by a black sedan and walked over to speak with her.

As he neared Lisa, a man stood up with a gun in his hand. He had been crouching by the car so Steve wasn't able to detect him. Steve looked at the man and then back at Lisa. He could now see how badly frightened she was. Her lip trembled and her hand holding her phone shook.

"So it's the hero," greeted the man, showing a heavy accent. "I give you choice. You let me tie hands and get in my car, or I shoot you both."

"You let her go and I'll let you tie my hands and I'll leave with you," replied Steve calmly. "If you don't let her go, I'll kill you right here."

"Such a scary guy!" laughed the man. "You do not tell me. I tell you. Give me your hands now."

"Lisa, back away from us. As he ties my hands, you run away as fast as you can. That's the deal, you miserable bastard."

"I want you, not whore. Give me your hands and she can leave," responded the man as he held out a heavy duty plastic tie.

As the man secured the plastic strip on Steve's wrists, Lisa hurried away. He held the gun to Steve's head, opened the car door, and motioned for Steve to get inside. Steve sat in the passenger seat and the man quickly took another plastic strip and ran it through the one on Steve's wrist and around the grip on the door, effectively rendering Steve's hands immobile. Then he jumped into the driver's seat and sped off.

Gwen was still chatting with both of the Ambers when Lisa called Gwen's cell. "A guy with a gun just took Steve! He threatened to kill me if Steve didn't go with him! We have to call the police!"

"Where are you?" demanded Gwen. "Can you come around to the door by the shoe department? We'll let you in."

"Yes, I'm almost there. Hang up and call 911! Have somebody let me in. I'm at the door now!" cried Lisa.

"Kate! Go open that door for Lisa. I have to call the police. Some guy with a gun just threatened to shoot Lisa and made Steve leave with him!"

The police began streaming into the parking lot within minutes. Amber Stahl quickly called her news director and once again set up her equipment to broadcast. Her cameraman had left hours earlier, so she was on her own.

The police questioned Lisa and soon put out a bulletin for the dark colored sedan. They combed the parking lot for any possible clues as Lisa repeated her story to investigators that arrived on scene. Amber Stahl asked Gwen if she was up for an interview and Gwen quickly nodded.




Lady in Red Ch. 16



Amber had the camera on a tripod as she stood in front of it with Gwen. The voice in her ear told her she was going on in ten seconds. She counted down and turned to Gwen.

"What can you tell us about this situation, Gwen. What has happened here?"

"A dark man with a heavy accent and a gun stopped my sister, Lisa, in the parking lot of the Sparta mall a short while ago. He demanded that she text my boyfriend, Steve Hammer, telling him that she needed him outside. When he went out to see what Lisa needed, the gunman told Steve he had to submit to having his hands bound and to get into the gunman's car or he would shoot both Steve and Lisa.

"Steve told the gunman that he would kill him if he harmed Lisa, but if he let Lisa go, Steve would agree to being bound and leave with him. As he secured Steve's wrists, my sister was able to flee the area. She is unharmed but pretty shaken.

"We called the police immediately and they are doing their best to find the gunman and Steve. The man had a heavy accent, so I would guess that he may be connected to the recent terrorist attack. The fact that he wanted Steve, the man that single handedly killed five terrorists in that attack, leads me to conclude that the two situations are connected."

"What do you expect to happen now? Do you think the police will be able to bring this to a quick conclusion?" asked Amber.

"What do I think will happen? When that man threatened my sister in front of Steve, he signed his own death warrant. Steve will kill him. I have no doubt," replied Gwen calmly.

"With his hands tied and the other man carrying a gun? You believe that Steve will somehow kill the man and escape?" asked a surprised Amber.

"Yes, I do. Steve is a very capable man and very dangerous to killers, rapists, and bullies. He's got Navy SEAL blood coursing through his veins. He absolutely loves me, and my family. As I said, when that man pointed a gun at Lisa, he may as well have placed it to his own temple and pulled the trigger. Steve will not allow that man to live. His only chance is to turn himself into the police as soon as possible."

"That's the situation here. We'll try to speak with the police and get that report to you as soon as possible. Stay tuned to Channel 5 for the latest news on this possible bizarre twist to the recent terrorist attack," reported Amber as she signed off.

It was destined to be a very long night for the Anderson family and their friends. Amber O'Leary called her father to see if he could help. He promised to do everything he legally could to help Steve. The she called her fiancé, Brad Hunter, and explained to him what had happened.

Lisa was beside herself with worry and guilt. She apologized to Gwen numerous times. "I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have texted Steve. I was so scared I didn't know what to do, so I did what the guy told me. I should have known better. I put Steve in danger! Gwen, I'm so sorry!"

"This is not your fault, Lisa! Steve will be okay. You had no choice. Who has a better chance of survival with that nutcase, you or Steve? Of course it's Steve. He'd trade his life for mine, yours, or Kate's without blinking an eye. That's one of the reasons we love him so much. Now you have to have faith in him. He saved you and now he has to save himself, and he will. I know he will."

It was midnight by the time Ted and Paula herded their daughters into their family home. Even at that hour, Diane, Will, and Stephanie stopped in, knowing that no one would be sleeping until they received word on Steve.

Kate turned on the TV at five AM to find out how the news was handling the abduction. She was amazed to see what looked like Steve's life story being shown. The clip covered the river rescue, the championship game, the Lady in Red dance, the inauguration of the governor, the shootout with the terrorists, the songs from the memorial and ended with Steve singing to Gwen the previous day.

As the clip ended and the station went to commercial, Kate noticed that Gwen and Lisa were standing behind her. Lisa was crying uncontrollably and Gwen was angry.

"That almost sounded like an obituary! Steve is not dead and he will not die any time soon!" spat Gwen in the direction of the television.

Gwen's resolve was going to be tested far more than she could have dreamed. The weather turned bad with a blizzard blowing through the mountains to the north. It was bad enough to drop eight inches of snow in Sparta and make travel difficult. Sunday wore on with no word from the police. By Sunday night, the Andersons were too weary to stay awake, so they went to bed hoping for better news the next morning.

School was cancelled because of the snow covered roads, so Gwen spent the day with her family again, waiting for the police to call with news. Governor O'Leary called around noon to speak with Gwen and promised that every asset of the state would be pressed into service to find Steve. By afternoon, the roads were cleared and Paula's parents arrived to offer their support.

The Andersons, with Diane's family and Gwen's grandparents, were seated in the living room quietly talking when the phone rang. Paula was sitting near it and answered. She listened for a period of ten or fifteen seconds and then responded with a "Yes, Sir," and handed the phone to Gwen.

Everyone in the room listened intently to Gwen's side of the conversation. "Mr. President! Thank you so much! Yes. It's been difficult, but he'll be okay. I know he will. I appreciate that, Sir! Yes, he is. Thanks so much for calling!"

After she hung the phone up, Gwen turned to her family and managed a weak smile. "That was the president. He said that he has Homeland Security and the FBI working on Steve's abduction. He told me that Steve was an exceptional man and would survive this ordeal and that we needed to stay strong and keep our faith in Steve. I'm going to vote for him next election."

"The President of The United States calls you?" marveled Paula's mother. "He knows you and Steve, and called to offer his support? You kids are incredible! With the whole government working on this, Steve should be rescued any minute!"

That was destined to be the highlight of the day. No good news was forthcoming. Once again, the family retired for the night hoping that the next day would be better.

Gwen was up early, only to find Ted sitting at the table sipping on a cup of coffee. "The police found the car the guy abducted Steve in. It was in a garage a couple miles from the mall. They think the guy had a different car stashed there and stole the one he used to abduct Steve. That's one reason they haven't found him. They've been looking for the wrong car."

Gwen decided to attend school rather than wait at home. Lisa had not returned to class and was becoming extremely depressed. At school, kids were supportive and kind to Gwen. She had difficulty concentrating in class, but it helped the time go faster.

That afternoon, shortly after she returned home from school, Gwen answered the doorbell. Standing on her stoop was Amber O'Leary, along with Brad and Jason Hunter.

Gwen flew into their arms and hugged the two men tightly. Somehow she identified with these tall strong military men and she felt safer just seeing them.

"I'm so glad you came! Lisa needs some cheering up. She feels responsible for Steve being abducted. She needs men that think like Steve to explain to her how men are and how Steve was glad to risk his life to save hers. Come on in. I'll get Lisa."

Lisa came down the stairs when Gwen called for her. When she saw Jason she ran to him and hugged him as hard as he could as she sobbed into his chest. Jason held her and rubbed her back as she cried.

"It's my fault. I was afraid of the man and texted Steve like he told me. I was such a coward. Then Steve never even acted nervous. Steve just told the guy that if he hurt me, he would kill him. Then he agreed to be tied up and go with the guy if he let me go! It's my fault!"

"I know you're upset, but I won't have you disrespecting Steve like this," stated Jason firmly. "He made his choice, the same choice any man would make. He was honored to have the opportunity to help you. He could do nothing less and still be a man. He doesn't need or want your pathetic self pity. He needs friends that are strong. Can you stop thinking about yourself and think about Steve?"

Gwen was shocked at Jason's harsh words to Lisa. She had hoped that he'd help Lisa through a difficult time and now he was brow beating her. To Gwen's surprise, Lisa stopped crying and stepped back from Jason.

"What can we do to help him? I want to help him any way I can. You're right about me. All I could think about was what I had done and not what a brave, selfless thing Steve did to protect me. He deserves better. That's why Gwen is his girlfriend. I don't deserve a great guy like that until I get my head out of my ass and start thinking straight."

"That's why I'm here, Lisa. I'm going to remove your head from that dark place and show you that you do deserve a great guy, and that great guy is me! I'm here for you."

The phone rang and Gwen answered it. She listened intently, asked a few questions and then hung up. "They think they found the car used after the guy switched in the garage. It's way up in the mountains, not too far from Big Bear Ski Lodge. The car was over a cliff and blown to pieces. They've recovered two sets of DNA. One is Steve's!"

Paula, Kate, and Paula's mother had entered the room in time to hear Gwen's statement. Brad broke the silence. "That doesn't mean that he's dead! Hell, I bet the FBI could find my DNA in that rental car I just drove here. The fact that they only found DNA is a positive thing. He might be walking back right now."

"They had a blizzard up there a couple days ago. There's two feet of new snow and the temperatures have been in the teens with a strong wind since then. Steve must be in that weather, trying to survive after blowing that bastard to hell. He'll need help!" 

"I have some connections," declared Brad as he headed out of the room. "Let me make a few calls and see what I can find out."

Ten minutes later, Brad came back into the living room. "I called in a few favors to get this information. They found body parts all over the wreckage, but none were Steve's. They did find blood on some of the wreckage that was Steve's. They feel it's possible that he's alive and on foot in the Burns National Forest. Amber's dad tried to send the National Guard in with helicopters and other equipment, but couldn't because there's another blizzard bearing down on the area right now. They can't risk more lives, so they have to wait it out. They think it'll be clear by the weekend, or maybe Friday and they'll go in then."

"Steve's been through one blizzard and he has to go through another one?" asked Gwen incredulously. "This is not acceptable! I'll go up there myself and look for him. I have good boots and a warm coat. I can take a backpack and..."

"You're not going up there, Gwen, but I sure as hell admire your spirit and determination. This is extremely dangerous. I spoke with Amber's Dad and he's sending a helicopter here as we speak. Jason and I will be dropped off where the wreckage was located and we'll find Steve for you."

It was Amber's turn to gasp. "You're going to go out in a blizzard? I thought you just said that they won't risk more lives to look for Steve in this weather."

"They won't order anyone out, but Jason and I are volunteering. It'll be a walk in the park for us. We grew up in Vermont so we're used to snow and bad weather. And we're trained for this by the United States government. They'll have all the gear we'll need on the chopper."

"That's why I fell in love with you, Brad! You're so masculine, yet so compassionate. You've volunteered to be dropped off in a blizzard to help a guy you've only met once. I know you brothers will look after each other and won't have any problems, but I love you even more for doing this. My husband-to-be is a real man and I'm extremely proud of him."

"You're going with Brad to look for Steve?" asked Lisa with awe. "You'd do that for a person you only met once? Why?"

"There are several reasons, really. He's very important to you, so he's important to me. I know you love him, although he's your sister's boyfriend. I also know that some women have a tremendous capacity for love and I'm hoping we'll find him, and that'll make you fall in love with me. Then there's the matter of how he took out those terrorists and saved hundreds of lives. He sure as hell deserves all the help we can give him. And I like the way he and Gwen sing and dance. How's them reasons?"

"Jason, I was falling for you already. That you'd risk your life for Steve is pretty much going to seal the deal as far as I'm concerned. Steve told me that you were one of the good guys. As usual, he was spot on in his judgment. He's amazing, and you remind me of him an awful lot. Just know that I really, really appreciate what you're doing," said Lisa as she reached up and kissed Jason briefly.

The sound of a helicopter landing near the house quickly changed the mood. The two men began pulling their coats back on. "Just a minute! You two can't leave before I thank you for what you're doing for Steve, and for us. If you bring Steve back to me, I'll forever be in your debt and will love you with everything in me. Please be careful, but bring him back to me!" cried an impassioned Gwen as she hugged and kissed each man on the cheek.

Everyone was surprised to see Amber Stahl on the lawn videoing the helicopter landing. Then she swung her lens toward the group stepping out of the house. "Gwen, can you tell me why that helicopter is here and who these two men are?"

The men headed for the chopper, but Gwen stopped near Amber and responded to her question. "Those two men are Brad and Jason Hunter, US Army Rangers, or soon to be, in Jason's case. They've volunteered to be dropped into a driving blizzard in sub freezing temperatures to locate and return with Steve Hammer. That's the kind of men they are, and I thank God that we have friends like them!"

Brad Hunter hurried back to Gwen with a small phone in his hand. "Take this, Gwen. It's secure and the only time it'll ring is when I call to tell you that we found Steve. Keep it close and wait for our call."

Paula, Kate and Paula's mother had silently watched and listened to the entire exchange between the girls and Brad and Jason. "My God, your girls really attract some gorgeous men! Look how they carry themselves and the courage they show. You put Steve in with them and you could take on an army. I don't know how Steve could survive a crash and a blizzard, but if anyone could, it's him. If he doesn't Gwen will never be the same. Men like him don't come along very often."

"Grandma, Steve will be okay. He's the toughest, smartest, strongest guy I've ever seen. He's practically a Navy SEAL and those guys laugh at blizzards. It's another day at the beach for Steve. You just wait and see!" stated Kate with great conviction.

Gwen returned to school Wednesday with high hopes that Steve would somehow be found. She wore the phone Brad gave her on a small chain around her neck. She explained to anyone that asked what the significance of the phone was. Wednesday evening found Gwen and Lisa losing some of their optimism, but determined to stay the course. Thursday came and went with no news of any kind, except that a major winter snow storm was passing to the north and dumping a lot more snow in the mountains. Gwen had never listened to weather reports with so much concern.

By Friday, Gwen was extremely tense. Charlotte spent the morning trying to comfort her and keep her spirits up. Gwen tried to be stoic and strong, but fear was weighing heavily on her. It was mid afternoon in a study hall with Ms. Summers. Gwen's phone suddenly rang.

Everyone knew the significance of the phone ringing. The room became silent as Gwen removed the phone from her neck and answered it. Charlotte found herself holding her breath as she watched her best friend. Gwen never said a word after answering. She sat in a daze and nodded her head. Then she gently set the phone down and broke into huge sobs. Both Charlotte and Ms. Summers hurried to Gwen's side.



Lady in Red Ch. 17



Steve had been taken totally by surprise when the gunman appeared from behind the car. He cursed himself for being so careless, and for endangering Lisa. Her fear was obvious, but it forced Steve to remain calm. The situation was tense and he knew that he needed to remove Lisa from danger.

As soon as he realized that he was the man's real focus, Steve decided that he'd go with him if Lisa were allowed to leave unharmed. Steve was also certain that if Lisa was hurt in any way, he would find some way to wreak vengeance on the gunman.

As the man secured his hands, Lisa was allowed to slip away. Steve was under no illusions about what was facing him, but with Lisa safe, he would be able to face it without concern for her.

They drove a couple miles with his hands strapped to the car door. Then the gunman turned into a driveway as the garage door opened. He pulled alongside an SUV, shut the motor off, and closed the garage door. Steve's abductor then walked around the front of the car. As he did so, he picked up what appeared to be a rake or shovel handle that was propped against the wall.

The man opened Steve's door quickly and slammed the wooden handle into Steve's head behind his ear. Steve slumped with his hands still bound to the door. The man pulled out a knife and severed the plastic tie that had immobilized Steve. He placed handcuffs on Steve's wrists and dragged him from the car. He hooked a chain through the handcuffs and then went to the wall and pressed a button. Slowly the chain rose and Steve's hands followed it upward.

When Steve was suspended so his toes touched the floor, the man began circling him. Then he would curse Steve in Farsi and slam the handle into Steve's torso. He kept that up until he was too winded to continue. The man then opened a bottle of water and sat down to rest. After half an hour, he stood up and pulled on a pair of leather gloves.

Steve was groggy but conscious for the first few blows. The man laughed as he promised he wouldn't kill Steve, yet. He wanted him softened up for easier transport. He explained to Steve that he was taking him to a place where he had video equipment set up to record Steve's execution. He laughed even harder as he spoke about how he was going to broadcast that event on the internet, much like the 'Lady in Red' dance Steve and Gwen had performed. He continued to hit Steve long after he had lost consciousness. 

When Steve woke up, he was unable to open his left eye and his right allowed him little more than a squint at his surroundings. His hands were once again strapped together with another plastic strap binding him to the door of the vehicle. It was daylight and snow was falling heavily. Steve remained still, wanting his captor to believe that he was still out of it. After reading a few road signs, Steve was able to determine that he was in the mountains north of Sparta, not far from a winter ski lodge.

They were driving through six or eight inches of snow with more falling rapidly. The driver appeared to be traveling a bit fast for road conditions. Steve realized that the driver was probably not very experienced in winter driving. They were approaching a curve in the road when Steve made his decision.

Just as they reached the start of the curve, Steve pushed his knee hard against the steering wheel. The driver was confused for a few seconds when he was unable to turn the wheel. Seeing Steve's knee pressing against it, he violently jerked it just as Steve withdrew his knee. The result was a full 360 degree spin, followed by a 180. The ass end of the SUV hit the guard rails.

The vehicle jerked as the safety device greatly reduced the speed it was traveling. Then the rails gave way under the impact and the SUV dropped off the edge of the road and began crashing down a very steep embankment. Desperate, Steve was just barely able to reach the handle to open the car door. It swung open with his hands still attached. Suddenly a large tree sheered the door from the vehicle and Steve was yanked from his seat. The vehicle kept plunging down the embankment as Steve hung suspended from a large pine tree. The limb holding the door snapped and he was dropped to the steeply sloped, snow covered ground, still attached to the car door. It began sliding down the hillside in the wake of the SUV with Steve bouncing along with it.

The vehicle struck a large rock outcropping at the bottom of the slope with tremendous force. Suddenly an explosion shook the earth as a huge fireball spewed from the crumpled SUV. Steve tried desperately to brace his legs to slow his descent and he was partially successful. He slowed the door down somewhat as debris began landing around him. He felt several burning sensations as the door he was bound to began to drift to the right. Too tired and hurt to fight it any longer, Steve allowed himself to be carried along with the door. It finally came to rest about twenty feet from the wreckage.

Steve forced himself to roll over on his back to suffocate the small fires flaring on his back and legs caused by the burning debris that had fallen on him. He hunkered down behind the door to escape the intense heat from the fire and took stock of his situation. Nearby was a piece of the steering wheel with a partial hand still griping it, leading Steve to conclude that his captor had been a victim of the explosion.

Steve knew that cars seldom blew up in accidents of any sort, so it seemed likely that the man was transporting explosives. He was probably hoping to recruit more suicide bombers, or he just liked living on the edge. Regardless, his days of terrorism had ended quite permanently.

The fire quickly began to die since there was very little left to burn. With great effort, Steve dragged the door over to a piece of the axle with some jagged steel attached. It took some time, but he eventually managed to situate the door so he could sever the plastic that was binding him to it.

Steve was concerned with his situation. He had struggled to get the door where he wanted it because his chest hurt with every move he made. His vision was limited to a small area with his right eye. His left eye was swollen completely shut. His back ached and his ass hurt. Running his hands over his backside, he discovered a piece of metal embedded in his upper leg, near his butt. He briefly attempted to remove it, but the pain that created was more than he cared to endure.

It occurred to him that pulling the metal from his body could cause him to bleed a great deal. It didn't appear to be bleeding at all at the moment. That surprised Steve until he concluded that it must have been so hot that it cauterized his flesh as it entered, thus preventing serious bleeding.

It was snowing extremely hard and the wind was beginning to whip the flakes around in all directions. For the first time, Steve realized that it was also very cold. He would need shelter and heat before long or he'd perish. He had often listened to his father and his SEAL friends discuss some of their survival training and what they had endured and what they had learned. The important thing was to never give up!

Waiting in the open by the burned out wreckage seemed foolish. With visibility so low, no one would find the wreck until far too late to do him any good. Looking around, Steve saw a piece of metal with a very sharp ragged edge on one end. He kicked snow over it to be certain that it was no longer hot and then picked it up. Judging from how much that movement hurt, Steve realized that he was in for a bad day or two. Seeing nothing else of interest, he turned and began walking.

It was almost dark when he saw the overhang. He had fallen a few times along the way and had trouble getting back up. He was wracked with pain, his breathing was labored and he was very cold.

Years ago, an old pine tree had collapsed against the rocky ledge that was now in front of him. Moving in close, he was able to see a small cubicle carved into the rocks under the dead tree. Slowly, he crawled under the tree limbs and into the rock cavern. It was void of snow and extremely cold. Steve took the jagged piece of metal and gouged out part of the old tree that was rotting. He managed to gather a couple hands full of small tinder and placed it on a flat rock. He then pulled off tiny pieces of dry wood and bark and placed it by the tinder.

Steve then pulled out his wallet and found a slip of paper with addresses. He tore the paper in very tiny pieces and placed it by the tinder. He looked around and found a flat rock and placed it near the tinder and paper. They he took the jagged piece of metal and began striking it against the rock. Ten minutes later he was still striking the metal against the rock. An occasional spark would fly to land harmlessly near the paper. Knowing he had no options and very little time, Steve kept striking the rock. 

Finally a spark landed on the small paper strips. Steve gently blew on it and the paper erupted into flames! Steve quickly added the tinder to the paper and it began burning. Then he placed the small pieces of bark and wood on the tinder. Once that ignited, he began adding larger chunks of the old tree. Gradually, the grotto began to warm up. Steve pulled his shoes off and placed his feet near the flames. Once they were warm, he put his shoes back on. He gathered fuel until he was simply too tired to move. He lay down near the fire and listened to the wind howl.

Steve woke to find the fire almost extinguished. He slowly moved to the old tree and chopped some dead branches of it. He fed these pieces of wood to the fire and nursed it back to a healthy state. Then he gathered more wood and placed it near the fire. Sweating and exhausted, Steve once again curled up by the fire and slept. It became his routine. When he awoke, he'd gather wood until he was too exhausted or sore to continue and then lay back down.

Steve knew he had to have been in his shelter for several days, but was unsure exactly how many. He was beginning to feel cold, regardless of how large the fire was. He was having trouble breathing and he was coughing frequently, which hurt his chest. He knew he had a fever, some very sore ribs, and a bad cold. His back and ass were throbbing constantly and he was finding it difficult to collect any more firewood. He had burned all but the biggest pieces of the tree.

Steve considered trying to find his way back to the road but had no idea what direction he had come from. It had been snowing hard that day and he had not been paying close attention to his wanderings. It was still snowing hard and Steve began to realize that he was trapped in the small grotto until the weather improved, and then he was not likely to have the strength to go very far.

He thought about Gwen and how much she had come to mean to him. He smiled as he remembered her climbing into the shower with him and how well they washed each other. He was saddened that things hadn't turned out better, but eventually decided that what he had been given was far more than he would have dreamed of a year ago. Once again, he fell asleep.

Jason and Brad Hunter had been dropped off near the wreckage of the SUV just as the snow began in earnest. They strapped on their snowshoes as the helicopter raced back to base. Although they were no strangers to snow and cold, they were concerned by the harshness of the elements. They were fully prepared for the weather and still had difficulty moving very well. Visibility was low and the wind was sucking the warmth from their bodies.

They had formed a plan for searching while in the copter and moved out to follow that plan. Two days later they still had almost half of the area they wanted to search untouched. The snow was well over three feet with drifts eight and ten feet high. They felt a real urgency as they pushed through the snow. It was not likely that anyone would survive for days in this environment without proper equipment. They feared that their window of opportunity for finding Steve alive was rapidly closing.

They were not looking for a body. They searched likely areas where a man in distress would look for shelter during a storm. They looked for caves in the hillside, smoke in the air, tracks in the snow, and deadfalls where downed trees could offer some protection from the elements. By Friday afternoon, they were tired and discouraged, but in agreement that they would not end their search until they found Steve. Neither brother wanted to return home from this mission they had undertaken empty handed. It was far easier to face the weather than the women waiting for, and depending on them.

The storm had finally dissipated and the sun was breaking out when Jason suddenly stopped in his tracks. He sniffed the air and then called to his brother.

"I smell smoke! The wind is coming from the east, so let's head that way, and hurry!"

So it was that the Hunter brothers came upon Steve's little cavern in the rocks. They feared he was dead when they first crawled into the shelter. The fire was nearly gone and Steve was motionless. Brad moved in and felt his neck.

"He's alive! We need to call in a chopper as fast as we can. He's damn close to dying here! I'll check for injuries while you call in our coordinates. We need help here now!"

Less than an hour later, they had Steve boarded on a National Guard helicopter headed for Sparta. There was a better trauma center north, but the weather in that direction dictated that the hospital in Sparta was to be their destination. As they flew, Brad made the call to Gwen.

"Gwen! Steve's alive, but he's in pretty bad shape. We have him in a chopper and we're headed for the Sparta hospital. I promise you that we'll do our best for him! I can't talk now but I'll see you at the hospital.

Ashley and Charlotte gathered Gwen in their arms as she cried uncontrollably. Both women feared the answer to the question that was on everyone's mind, so they simply held her and waited. After about minute, Gwen wiped her eyes and turned to her friends.

"My boyfriend's back!" was all she managed before tears once again raced down her cheeks and sobs wracked her body once again.

Uncertain of her exact meaning, Charlotte and Ashley Summers looked at each other with questioning eyes. "He's alive!" gasped Gwen between sobs.

That was all the two had to hear as huge smiles broke across their faces. The kids sitting near enough to hear Gwen clapped and cheered. Soon the entire room was involved. Cell phones came out and calls were placed, much against the policy of the school.

"I need to get to the hospital! He's in bad shape! He's going to need me. I'm sorry, Ms. Summers, but I'm leaving now," stated Gwen through her tears as she stood up and grabbed her books.

"Tell the principal for us, will you Ms. Summers?" requested Charlotte as she hurried toward the door with her friend. "We don't have time to report to anyone and Gwen's in no condition to drive. Her boyfriend's back!"

As Charlotte drove them to the hospital, Gwen called home. "Mom! Jason and Brad found Steve! He's alive, but in pretty bad shape. I'm on my way to the hospital right now. Tell Lisa and call Amber. I'm too worried to talk to people now. I'll call when I know more."

As Charlotte was approaching the hospital, Gwen was filling in Uncle Joe on the situation. Charlotte suddenly pointed to a helicopter landing in the parking lot. Several men were placing cones and directing any traffic away from the area. By the time Charlotte found a parking space, Steve was being lowered to a waiting gurney. Gwen raced toward the scene only to have Brad intercept her.

"Now is not the time, Gwen! He needs immediate medical attention. Go around to the waiting room and we'll join you there in a few minutes. Trust me. It has to be this way for Steve," insisted Brad as Gwen watched attendants rush Steve to the emergency room entrance.

"He isn't moving! Did he die? Tell me!" yelled Gwen as Brad held her to his chest. "I need to know. Is he dead?"

"No, he isn't dead. He's had a hard time of it and he's in pretty bad condition, but he's alive. Let the doctors take care of him and decide how he's doing. Go to the waiting room, Gwen. We'll all be there in a little while."

By this time Charlotte had caught up to Gwen and heard Brad's last words. "Let's get to the waiting room. We've spent a lot of time there the last few weeks, so a few more hours won't hurt us. Come on, Gwen. Brad's right."

Friends and relatives quickly arrived to join Gwen and Charlotte in the waiting room. Paula and Lisa were among the first to arrive. "How's he doing? Can I talk to him? I need to apologize."

"If you try that, he'll be angry with you, Lisa! Men don't want apologies from women for trusting them and relying on them. They want you to thank and appreciate them. But right now, Steve isn't able to see anyone. He's in pretty bad shape according to Brad. We have to wait to find out how bad it is."

As Gwen was speaking to Lisa, she saw Amber O'Leary enter the waiting room and rushed over and hugged her. "Your man and his brother saved my guy! I'll never be able to thank you enough! To think I was ready to fight you the first time we met and now you've practically saved Steve. Thanks so much!"

Kate arrived a short time later with Paula's parents. They were followed by Diane and Stephanie. Amber Stahl approached Gwen a little later. "Can you tell me anything I can report, Gwen? Is there anything you want me to tell our viewers?"

"You should tell them that Brad and Jason Hunter, two of West Point's finest, went into the mountains in a raging storm, searched tirelessly for three days in arctic like conditions and found Steve and brought him back to the hospital. Mention Amber and her dad, the Governor, for not giving up and for sending the helicopter that flew Steve back to the hospital," responded Gwen. "Please don't mention that he's in pretty bad shape and we're really worried about him. We want to emphasize the positive right now. Thanks, Amber, for being a real friend and a great reporter."

Amber left the room to file a report as the rest settled in to wait. After about an hour, Jason and Brad entered the room. They were clean shaven and showered.

"We just had to get cleaned up. Wearing the same clothes you've sweated in for three days is no way to greet ladies," offered Brad as he hugged Amber O'Leary while Lisa found herself in Jason's strong arms.

"You know how much I appreciate what you guys did for Steve, which means you did it for me as well," began Gwen. "What can you tell us about Steve's condition?"

"Do you want me to talk about it in front of everyone," questioned Brad. "I don't know everyone in the room and some of it's not easy to hear."

Gwen looked around the room at those gathered to wait for news about Steve and then turned back to Brad. 'Everyone here loves him and is genuinely concerned so they might as well find out now. It'll save me the trouble of repeating everything."

"What about the reporter?" asked Brad as he gestured toward Amber Stahl. "This is personal and some of it doesn't need to be repeated to millions of people."

"Amber won't report anything she learns this way without asking first. She's a personal friend of ours, as well as a very good reporter. Please let us know what's going on."

"Steve was unconscious when we found him. He had found a small cave type area in a rock ledge. It was shelter and a good place to ride out the storm. He had burned about all the wood he was able to gather, cut, or break off a big dead pine tree that had fallen against the ledge years ago.

"We called for the chopper and gave him some water. He had a high fever and a bad cough. He held his chest and winced when he coughed, so I worried about injuries from that crash and explosion. This is where it gets hard to hear.




Lady in Red Ch. 17



"I decided to check out his chest area for any injuries or punctures. His chest, stomach, and back were all covered with horrible long black bruises. It's pretty apparent that the guy must have beaten Steve with some sort of club!"

Cries and moans filled the room at Brad's statement. He waited for the ladies to collect themselves. "He also had shrapnel buried in his back, buttocks, and legs. One large fragment and several smaller ones appeared to be infected. He's quite ill. I have no idea what sort of internal injuries he may have suffered from the beating and the wreck. His face is badly swollen, with one eye totally closed. There you have it as far as I can report. Obviously, the doctors will have much better idea of the extent of his health problems."

No one had expected to hear that Steve had been badly beaten before crashing and then enduring several days in a blizzard. Everyone wore shocked expressions and tears flowed freely. Paula hugged Gwen and cooed into her ear much as she had done when Gwen was a small child. Lisa cried into Jason's chest while Stephanie and Kate held each other with tears streaking their cheeks. Then Steve's uncle stepped through the doorway and took a seat.

"I heard everything, so don't worry about repeating it. It's a hell of a thing, but I'm looking at the bright side. Steve's alive and in good hands. That's a lot better than he was a few hours ago!"

It was almost three hours later that a grim Laura entered the waiting room. She looked at the people gathered and nodded to them. "I guess there's no sense trying to speak to one or two of you, so I'm going to tell all of you how Steve's doing.

"He's in intensive care. We're treating him for pneumonia and a very nasty infection in his buttocks and back. We removed a large piece of metal and numerous smaller ones. Several of those pieces of shrapnel had caused infections. X-rays show several cracked ribs, apparently the result of being bound and then beaten. He has many bruises on his torso and face. He has one eye swollen shut and the other is pretty puffy. He's dehydrated and exhausted.

"All of that said, he's in remarkably good health for what he's been through. His face should heal completely, so his good looks will return. His bruises will eventually heal. We feel that we've got a good start on his treatment for the pneumonia and the infections. If he keeps responding as he has been the last few hours, he'll be out of intensive care within a couple days.

"One thing I cannot determine is his mental state. This young man has had a very traumatic year. He lost his father while defending civilians, and Steve killed three men at that time. He came within a whisker of drowning in November. A couple weeks ago he engaged in a shootout with terrorists, in which he killed five men and lost several friends. Then he was abducted, bound, and tortured before being in a crash and explosion. Badly injured, he struggled to survive through a couple of hellacious snowstorms. Can you see why I'm worried about him?

"He'll need a lot of patience and understanding, as well as old fashioned love. He may be fine, but my feeling was that he was worried or depressed when I just spoke with him. That could hinder the healing process. As I said, he was conscious just now and he's asked to see Lisa. Would you come with me, please?"

Lisa looked to Gwen in surprise and quickly stood and followed Laura out of the room. Gwen felt everyone in the room look at her as she struggled to determine the meaning in this turn of events. Unable to reach a logical conclusion, she decided to simply keep her faith in Steve and wait.

"Steve, it's my fault that you've been hurt so bad!" cried Lisa as she neared the bed and saw Steve's bandaged face.

"That's why I wanted to see you, Lisa," croaked Steve. "I need you to help me get well. Will you do that for me?"

"Of course, Steve! What can I do to help?"

"I'm trying to get that bastard out of my head. He tried to take something from us, and I'm worried that he may have succeeded. I heard Jason and Brad talking on the chopper ride back. They didn't know I was conscious. I heard that you're wracked with guilt and now I see it's true.

"Lisa, you know that I love you, but I doubt that you know how much. We'll never be lovers, but that just makes what we have even better. We are joined in other ways. I need you to know that I never blamed you for texting me that day. I am honored that you had the faith in me to respond in your time of need. I would give my life for you. If I'm ever called on to do that, I want you to know that I did it because I love you and want you to be safe and well. I want to hold your children, to love your kids and play with them. I want you to feel that I'll give my life for them and I want you to be proud of me for doing it.

"You have to be the Lisa I've known and loved if I'm going to be able to get over the pain that guy inflicted. I have to know that he lost, and you and I won. Don't look for blame. Look for the pride and honor I felt that you would allow me to help you. I fear that in the future you will allow yourself injury or harm rather than seek my help. I can't live with that. Guys like Jason, Brad, and me have a purpose in life. That purpose is to help good people, and hold bad people accountable. You have a purpose, too. Lisa, you bring joy to men like us with your smile, your humor, and your selfless love of family. Please tell me that I won't lose that Lisa, the one I've fallen for so deeply. Tell me that you'll always be willing to lean on me in times of trouble and allow me the pleasure and honor of helping you any way I can."

Tears streamed down Lisa's cheeks as she listened to Steve speak. "Oh, Steve! I do love you like no other. I promise I'll always look to you for help in times of trouble. We do have a special kind of love and we'll have it even if we're both married and have a dozen kids between us. Gwen will understand. She already does. If Jason turns out to be the guy for me, he'll understand, too."

"That's the Lisa I know and love! Now do me one more favor. Express to Jason and Brad how much I appreciate their efforts to rescue me. Put some feeling in it for me, if you would."

"I think I can do that! I know it isn't manly to get all weepy and soft, so I'll take care of that little task for you. Then I'll tell them how proud I am that they'd think enough of you, and Gwen and me, to go to such extremes to save you. I think I'll like feeling loved and pampered a lot more than frightened and guilty. You're amazing and we really do have a very special and different type of love affair going, don't we?"

"I'd say it's one of the best possible and I hope it lasts another sixty years. I hope we're always close and you're always teasing me. I expect your daughters to be just like you, and I'll love them, too."

Lisa bent over and quickly kissed Steve's bruised lips. "We'll always be in love. Now get well. I promise that I'll do my best to tease you mercilessly, so plan on it!"

All eyes were on Lisa when she returned to the waiting room. Lisa looked at Gwen to judge her temperament. She knew it had to sting when Steve asked to speak to her first. Gwen seemed curious, but not angry. Lisa hurried over to her.

"Gwen, that boyfriend of yours was worried about me! Can you believe that? It seems that on the helicopter ride to the hospital he overheard a couple of Rangers discussing how pathetic a certain blonde was behaving. For some reason, Steve thought that they were referring to me, so he just gave me a pep talk. He's been beaten, blasted, and blown around by a blizzard. He's got pneumonia and cracked ribs, can only see out of one eye, and he's worried that I'm unhappy! Can you believe it?"

"So that's what that was all about? I was a little curious, but I knew there'd be a good reason. He heard that you were down in the dumps and wanted to correct that problem right away? He really does love you, Lisa. It just makes me so proud of him! How did he look?"

"Honestly, Sis? He looks like hell. He's battered and bruised to beat the band, but I think I cured his depression, and I didn't even have to take my clothes off," joked Lisa.

Paula and the others had been listening to Lisa's conversation with Gwen. When Lisa made her joke, Paula knew that she'd be fine. Steve's talk with her had freed Lisa of her guilt about texting him that horrible day. Paula made a mental note to thank Steve and to add yet another reason to the long list of ways Steve had come through for her family.

Gwen was relieved to hear Lisa joke and laugh. She had been concerned about her attitude and had hoped that Steve's rescue would jolt her out of her melancholy. While his return didn't exactly have that effect, it seemed obvious that their little tete-a-tete had restored Lisa's good humor.

"There's one other thing. Steve asked that I personally thank these two Rangers for roaming the north woods for a few days to find him and bring him back. He specifically asked me to put some feeling in it. That's what I'm going to do. Forgive me, Amber, but this is for Steve."

Lisa walked up to Brad and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him long and hard on the lips. Once she released Brad, she moved over to Jason. He was ready for her and pulled her tight to his chest and leaned down to meet her lips with his. They held that position until Kate started yelling for them to get a room.

Paula and her mother were laughing at Lisa's forward behavior. Amber had moved into her fiancé's arms, while Gwen moved behind Lisa with a smile on her face.

"I owe these guys some thanks, too! Let go of that big lug so I can express myself properly," insisted Gwen.

"No, Gwen. That's why Steve asked me to thank these guys. He didn't want his girlfriend whisked away by some handsome, rugged Ranger. I'm the sacrificial lamb here. It's a dirty job, but it's mine to do."

"Just get out of the way," laughed Gwen as she moved close to Jason and kissed him soundly on the lips. "You saved my guy, Jason. You'll always be a brother to me, and maybe more if Lisa does have her head removed from that dark place. I'll always love you for all you've done for Steve and me."

Then Gwen moved over to Brad and pulled Amber out of his arms. "I gave you permission to kiss my boyfriend once. Would it be okay if I kissed yours right now?"

"Just don't do a job on him like Lisa did! He's getting older now and his heart isn't what it used to be. Two Anderson sisters are enough to kill most men, so go easy and if he starts to go down, catch him."

"There won't be anything going down when I get this guy in my arms!" replied Gwen as she kissed Brad long and hard. "You're tops in my book, Brad. Amber is a very lucky woman. You and Jason are the brothers I never had. My sisters have Steve for a brother figure, but I sure don't want him to be act like a brother with me!"

Laura had entered the room in time to see and hear Lisa and Gwen thank the Hunter brothers. She admired their easy sexuality and humor under a stressful situation. She found herself smiling along with the others in the room.

"I was going to ask you if you wanted to see Steve now, but if you're too busy with these brothers, maybe Paula will have the time to cheer up Steve a little. I told you I was worried about Steve getting depressed. Having his girl stolen by a couple of Army Rangers will crush him."

Gwen rushed over to Laura and followed her out of the room. Steve was covered in bandages and once again had an IV plugged into his left arm. Gwen walked up to his bed and took his hand and smiled. Steve tried to smile back and groaned as his split lip reminded him of his ordeal.

"Steve, you know what this means, don't you?" asked Gwen. "I'm going to have to wash your back in the shower again. You know I'm going to make you stay with us and I'm going to smother you in love. I just hope you're healthy enough to survive it because it's going to be constant and intense. Think you can stand it?"

"That's all I could think about when I was lying under that damn rock ledge! I knew if I could just hang on, you'd be rubbing your naked breasts against me again, washing my back and allowing me to wash your front. I had to time to think about my love for you, Gwen. I'll never love another woman the way I love you. I know that."

"Oh, Steve! My heart was breaking when you were taken away, but I never stopped believing that you'd come back to me. My heart told me that you were alive. I'm your girl to love forever. That'll never change."

Gwen and Steve talked about his harrowing ordeal until Laura returned and ushered Gwen out and ordered Steve to get some sleep. When Gwen returned to the waiting room, several reporters were setting up their video equipment. One of the networks had their weekend anchor reporting from Sparta since Monday. He was checking his hair in a small mirror as his cameraman set up.

"Would you like to do an interview now, Gwen?" asked Amber Stahl. "I feel a little intimidated here by these network big shots, but I'll do my best."

"You've no reason to apologize or explain, Amber," replied Gwen. "I have an axe to grind with that pompous ass over there, but you've been great."

About that time, the reporters noticed Gwen had returned and swung their cameras toward her and began asking questions. The network guy was in front of the others and obviously expected his questions would be answered first.

"Let's do this in an orderly manner," stated Gwen calmly. "Let's start with Amber Stahl. What is your question?"

Gwen easily fielded questions about Steve's condition and how he survived the crash, the explosion, and the blizzard.

Gwen seized her opportunity when the network anchor asked about Steve's reaction to first seeing his two rescuers. "That's an odd question for you to be asking, Mr. Hardy. Just last night I saw you report that Steve could not have survived the accident, the blast, and the weather. You stated that what was once a search and rescue mission had become a recovery effort. That was a clear statement to your audience that Steve was no longer alive. Now you are asking how he reacted to a situation that occurred after you told us he had died.

"That means you have zero credibility and no right to ask any questions. You don't report news, you try to create it, or guess it. That is a very unprofessional, cruel thing to do. I will not entertain any questions from you. Amber, do you have any further questions?"

Gwen's treatment of the flustered anchor made almost as much news as Steve's miraculous survival. Steve's story made the headlines, but Gwen's handling of Bill Hardy also garnered a lot of attention, especially on internet blogs. Public sentiment was strongly behind Gwen, but Bill Hardy was not one to forgive and forget.

Steve responded to the antibiotics quickly and was out of intensive care by Sunday. His face was still swollen, but he had complete vision in his right eye and his left eye was beginning to open. His pneumonia was improving rapidly. The cracked ribs were extremely tender, making any extension of his arms or sudden movement painful.

Paula was not surprised that Gwen insisted that Steve stay with them again. Gwen and Kate spent Saturday switching rooms. Gwen intended to stay with Steve and neither Ted nor Paula voiced an objection. After school on the following Wednesday, Gwen and Charlotte drove to the hospital to pick up Steve. Once again, Steve was wheeled down the hall with staff wishing him well and joking that he try to stay away a little longer this time.

Steve's arrival at the Anderson home was a festive occasion. Gwen's grandparents, along with Lisa, Will and Stephanie were waiting for him in the living room when Ted and Paula once again helped him into their home. By this time, Steve's face was almost normal in shape but still contained many shades of yellow, blue, and purple. He still kept his arms close to his sides to ease the pain in his ribs. His infections and pneumonia were pretty much defeated, although he was required to take antibiotics for another ten days.

Steve was surprised at the emotion Paula's mother, Caroline, showed when he slowly entered the house. "Young man, I'm so happy to see you walk into this house under your own power. What you've accomplished for this community, and this family is incredible. I don't blame Gwen for moving you into her room. If I were forty years younger..."

"Mom, you're not forty years younger, and I'm not twenty years younger, but Gwen is. Look how you've made the poor boy blush. Gwen, did you mention to him that he was staying in your room, with you as his personal nurse?"

"That was going to be a surprise! I can't believe my own grandmother is trying to put moves on my boyfriend. I suppose I should look at the bright side. You must approve of him."

"Are you kidding? All my friends are asking me if I know him and what's he really like. They asked me if I ever heard him sing, and I haven't. I'm pretty upset about that! As soon as he feels better, I want him to sing that Elvis song for me, except now it's a Steve Hammer song. Have you ever heard a song played so much in a couple weeks time?

"I brag about how much he loves my granddaughter, aka 'The Lady in Red', how you two saved the school, have hit songs and how you're nursing him back to health in your room."

"Grandma! You don't have to tell anyone that Steve's staying in my room. That's personal."

"I'm sure it's going to be, Dear! I was just teasing. I think your dad would have a coronary if I told anyone about that arrangement. I still don't know how you ever convinced him to allow it."

"I think Steve did the convincing when he saved this whole family a few times. It made a very persuasive argument for Gwen's cause," observed Paula. "A few months ago, I would have told you that Ted would have never allowed it in a million years. Of course, Gwen did promise that they would not be having sex. That helped soothe Ted a little."

"You promised what?" asked a surprised Caroline. "You're going to be spending nights with this incredible young man and you're not going to have sex? You've got to be kidding me!"

"Well thanks for that vote of confidence, Mom! If Ted wasn't worried enough about that before your outburst, he will be now. Gwen's mature enough to be trusted and she's promised that she won't be doing anything that could get her pregnant. She just started on the pill and it takes some time to start working."

"Okay, that explains it," laughed Caroline. "There are a lot of fun things a young couple can do without getting anyone pregnant. Treat that boy right, Gwen. He's a keeper and he's head over heels in love with you."

"Grandma, do you have any suggestions for Gwen?" asked Kate with a straight face. "Any tricks you remember that might keep him interested?"

"With a figure and a face like Gwen's, she can keep a dead man interested. She doesn't need any tips from her old Grandma," assured Caroline with a wink.

"Once again, I feel the need to tell you ladies that I'm standing right in front of you and I can hear everything you're saying. I'm quite certain that proper etiquette requires that you wait until I leave the room before you talk about me."

"Steve hasn't seen the video where he sang to Gwen at Macy's that Saturday. Let's make some popcorn and watch it with him," suggested Kate as she gently tugged Steve toward the couch. "He may be the only person in the entire country that hasn't seen it."

Steve was surprised at how well his song turned out. Gwen looked stunning as she sat next to him at the piano. Her surprise at his song selection caused him to smile as he watched.

"That's the way to romance a girl!" declared Gwen's grandmother after the song finished. "Sing her a love song on live television with who knows how many people watching. I was all choked up that morning when I watched it on TV."




Lady in Red Ch. 17



"Dinner will be ready in an hour and a half, Steve. Would you like to lie down for awhile? You look a little drowsy," commented Paula.

"Good idea, Mom! Come on, Steve. I'll help you get situated. I forget what you've been through, at least until I look at your face. Let's get you in bed so you can rest," prompted Gwen.

"You'd better come back and watch TV with us pretty soon or we'll all know he's not getting any rest," laughed Caroline as Gwen closed the bedroom door.

"Mom, do you think we made a mistake allowing Gwen to be with Steve?" asked Paula in a serious tone.

"Seriously? Not even close. I'm a little old fashioned, but you can't keep those two apart, even if you tried. They wouldn't lie or sneak around, but that boy has a serious dose of testosterone pumping in his veins and Gwen is about as beautiful a woman as I've ever seen. They can't be kept apart and it would be wrong to try. They aren't your average high school kids, not by a long shot. I don't think there's any limit to what they can accomplish together. Your daughter's amazing and she's found her match. We just need to stand back and watch what they achieve," finished Caroline as Diane, Stephanie, and Kate nodded in agreement.

Steve was hoping to simply lie down on top of the bed and rest, but Gwen would have none of it. "You get out of those clothes and climb under the sheets. You need proper rest. Here, let's get this shirt off you. Oh! Steve!" exclaimed a shocked Gwen.

Gwen had pulled Steve's shirt over his head and had her first real look at his torso since the beating. He had always been in bed and covered with a hospital gown when she was with him. She was shocked at the bruises that crossed his back, chest, and abdomen. Suddenly the door swung open and Paula stepped inside.

"We were afraid that Steve had fallen or been hurt when you cried out," began Paula as she suddenly stopped in her tracks with her eyes glued to Steve's upper body. "My God! I had no idea what that man did to you! I'm so sorry!"

Steve and Gwen both turned to face Paula. Behind her were Caroline, Diane, Kate, and Stephanie. They all had stunned looks on their faces as they stared at Steve. Embarrassed, he held his shirt in front of his chest.

"It isn't as bad as it looks," assured Steve as he blushed in front of the women. "It's gotten a lot better already. Maybe I should stay with Uncle Joe."

"Not a chance!" responded Paula as she began chasing the others from the room. "We'll leave you two alone. Gwen, take care of your man."

Gwen managed to get Steve undressed and under the covers. She kissed him gently and promised to wake him when dinner was ready. He fell asleep as she watched. She then returned to the living room, wiping tears from her eyes as she sat down by Kate.

"He'll be okay, Sis. He's lucky he has a family now to take care of him, especially you. None of us realized how badly that bastard beat him until we saw the bruises. If they're better now than they were, I'm glad we didn't see them before. I can't imagine how much he suffered last week, but this week he's going to have all of us females taking care of him all the time. We'll help him get well, you'll see."

Paula was relieved to watch Steve eat. She knew a good appetite was a sign of improving health and Steve ate with gusto. Any time his plate began to empty, Gwen or Kate would scoop up more food to place on it.

After dinner, Steve sat and watched TV for a little while. Then he excused himself and headed for bed. He was obviously still feeling the effects of the pneumonia and infections as he slowly walked across the room. Gwen jumped to her feet, smiled at the others, and then turned to follow Steve. A few minutes later, Steve was lying naked in bed with an equally naked Gwen next to him.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I don't have the strength to enjoy your body tonight, Gwen. I'm just too tired and sore to be any good for anything."

"That's fine with me. That way we'll be quiet and no one watching TV will hear any suspicious noises. I'm here to help you get better, not wear you out. I'll make sure you take your medicines and get very clean in the shower, and take care of any other needs that may arise."

Before going to bed, Paula knocked on the door and then opened it. She looked at the sleeping teens and felt a lump in her throat. They looked perfect together. Paula couldn't imagine a better looking couple. Her daughter had found a man beyond anything Paula could have wished for her and that pleased her motherly instincts. Her daughters deserved the best and Gwen had managed to find it. Lisa seemed quite interested in a very fine young man, and that brought another smile to Paula's face. To think that she had worried that Steve would create a rift between her daughters.



Lady in Red Ch. 18



Gwen and Steve were up early the next morning. Gwen was going to attend school while Steve planned to take the rest of the week off to recuperate. He expected to return the following Monday. He hoped that his face would be back to normal by then.

As she gently washed his back, Steve heard Gwen begin to sob. He turned and asked, "What's wrong, Gwen? Why the tears?"

"Seeing these awful bruises makes me realize how bad your ordeal must have been. Look at these marks, and these stitches in your cute little butt. I don't know how you managed to stay alive and come back to me, but I'm so glad that you did. Have I mentioned that I love you a lot?"

"You have. Then add the fact that you're standing naked in the shower with me makes me realize how much you love me. You're extremely beautiful and I couldn't possibly love you any more than I do."

"That's sweet, but you may love me even more after you start feeling better and I let you take liberties with me. I want you to enjoy and use every inch of me any way you want, as long as you don't do anything that could get me pregnant and piss my folks off, of course."

"That's leaves a lot of room to practice and experiment. Did you say I could do anything as long as you couldn't get pregnant from it, or did I misunderstand?" questioned Steve.

"You understood me correctly but now I'm beginning to wonder just what your perverted mind is thinking. But a promise is a promise and I'll never break a promise to you, even if it bites me in the butt," assured Gwen.

"So you can read my mind? That wonderful smooth, heart shaped ass of yours holds a tremendous attraction for me. The good part is that it's a part of you that can't get pregnant, so your mom should approve."

"I wouldn't go that far, but you can ask for her approval if you'd like. My suggestion is to just use me as you want and skip asking Mom's permission. There're some things parents don't need to know and don't want to know, and probably won't approve. I trust you, Steve. You'd never hurt me or embarrass me. Mom knows that, too. That's why I'm able to be naked in the shower with you right now. I'll do anything you ask, anything at all, and it's because I love you so much and trust you implicitly."

"When you put it that way, I think I'll forgo asking your mom. It's a real burden to be loved and trusted by a beautiful woman. I feel like I have to live up to everyone's expectations," admitted Steve.

"As if that's a problem for you! Look how everyone, even my grandmother, thinks the sun rises and sets on you. We trust you because you've proven so many times that we can trust and depend on you. My dad sure wouldn't have agreed to you staying with me if he didn't hold you in very high regard. You know that."

"Yes, I do and that's why I feel so strongly that I can't disappoint him. He's been super to me and I respect him a lot. He's a great dad and takes super care of his family. He's a great role model."

"Steve, I'm standing in front of you naked and you're talking about my dad! That would seem a little weird to a lot of girls. I understand that you hold Dad in high esteem, but how about holding 'the girls' in some high steam from the shower?"

When Steve and Gwen sat down at the breakfast table, Paula placed a large plate of food in front of Steve. Then she placed several large pills next to his plate. "After you eat, take all of these pills. That's doctor's orders. We're trying to kill the infection and build up your strength, although I wonder if that's a good idea with my daughter sleeping in the same bed as you," stated Paula as she turned and went back to the stove.

"Mom! How can you talk like that? You know very well that we want Steve to get his strength back for a lot of very good reasons. The one you mentioned just happens to be the best of the bunch."

Paula smiled to herself as she considered her daughter's metamorphosis from a conservative dressing, reclusive A student to an outgoing, confident, courageous woman. Paula had to admit that the term 'sexy' also applied to her daughter. She understood that while Steve didn't make Gwen that way, he had drawn it out into the open. He had been the catalyst for her transformation.

Steve spent most of Thursday and Friday napping and gaining his strength while Gwen was at school. Paula refused to allow him to help her with any of the household chores. She was emphatic that his recovery was the first priority.

By Monday morning, Steve was feeling much better. His face showed some discoloration but was healed for the most part. The bruises on his torso were fading and the areas that had been stitched up after removing the metal were healing nicely.

Gwen had been washing Steve's back when she asked him to turn around. To his surprise, he found her kneeling when he turned to face her. "I've been building up the courage to try this. I hope I do it right. Tell me if I hurt you, or it doesn't feel good," stated Gwen as she took Steve's cock into her mouth and began bobbing her head on it.

Steve watched her for a little over a minute when he warned her, "I'm going to cum! I'm getting close!" as Gwen maintained her pace and tightened her grip on his buttocks.

Unable to do anything else, Steve emptied his seed into Gwen's mouth. By the time he was completely drained, his knees were shaky and he had to grip the faucets to remain standing. Gwen stood up in front of him, smiled, and then opened her mouth to show there was nothing left.

"I've heard other girls talk about that in the lockers all through high school. I always thought it sounded gross, until I fell in love with you. Did you like it? If you did, I think we'll be doing that a lot!"

Steve wanted to pick Gwen up and carry her to the bed, but didn't dare test his cracked ribs. Instead, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to the bed and pushed her down on it.

"Steve! I'm all wet. We'll make a mess of the bed. Don't you try getting on me! Remember my promise to my Mom and Dad! Ooh! I guess that's okay!" relented Gwen as Steve kissed his way down her body.

Steve had seen a few x-rated movies and listened to a lot of stories from servicemen about their sexual exploits. He knew exactly what he wanted to accomplish with Gwen. He settled his face between her legs and slowly ran his tongue around her labia. He forced himself to go slow and to be very thorough as he gradually began to work his tongue inside Gwen, and around her clit. He knew he was getting the desired results when her thighs locked around his head. Still he kept on as Gwen began to thrash and squirm, requiring him to use both hands on her ass to hold her still enough to maintain contact. When she finally went limp, he kissed his way back up to her ample breasts and suckled them for a few minutes.

Eventually Gwen showed signs of life and pulled his face to hers and kissed him deeply. They held each other for a few minutes before Gwen released Steve and told him to get back in the shower. After a quick rinse, they dressed and headed for the breakfast table.

They were stunned to see Charlotte and Billy sitting with Kate and Paula at the kitchen table. The four of them were red faced as they stared at Gwen and Steve. Charlotte stood and hugged Gwen.

"Now Billy's going to expect me to nurse him back to health using your special techniques! Are you okay? We were wondering if we should dial 911."

"Did I make a lot of noise? Were you here then? Did you hear me?" blushed Gwen as understanding swept over her.

"I've told you two that you had to use some common sense," stated Paula sternly. "Your two friends, as well as your sister and mother, were sitting at the kitchen table listening to the loudest, most erotic moaning and caterwauling I've ever heard. All we could do was sit here and blush."

"I'm sorry, Mom. It was all Steve's fault, anyway. You wouldn't believe what he just did to me. I couldn't help it. I'm still weak in the knees. I'll wear a gag or something next time. Steve, you need to apologize to these people for what you did to me, and how you made me scream."

Steve was a deep red as he looked at his friends and Kate and Paula. "We seem to keep messing up, Paula. I'm really sorry about that. Kate, you shouldn't have had to listen to that and I apologize to you. I'm feeling a lot better. I should go back home with Uncle Joe."

"No one would argue that you're feeling better. I just wish I felt as good as Gwen does now. Look at her glow," observed Kate. "That was totally awesome! I knew you'd be good, but that was unbelievable!"

"Now you see why we need some discipline and restraint," interjected Paula. "Kate turned 16 a couple months ago and shouldn't be hearing what she just heard, what the neighbors just heard, and what the people on the next street probably heard. Now she's eager to enjoy something that's she's too young to experience. Poor Charlotte and Billy had to sit through it, too."

"No problem here!" laughed Billy. "It was an honor to hear the maestro at work as he conducted the symphony through a rousing crescendo!"

"There's another reason to regret your actions," stated Paula with a straight face. "We get all these double entendres from hormonal young men trying to make jokes. I'm going to have to ask Ted to speak with you when he gets home tonight, Steve."

"I have it coming. I'll pack my stuff and be ready to move out, although he'll probably throw me out first. I'll apologize to him, too."

"You seem to misunderstand me. I want you to explain exactly what you did to Gwen so Ted and I can try it," deadpanned Paula.

"Mom! I'm sleeping upstairs now!" cried Kate. "I won't be able to have friends stay over if you start screaming at night like Gwen just did. How embarrassing would that be? I have an idea. Steve can show me so I can tell my future husband how to do whatever it is that he does."

"Let's not make a big deal out of this, everyone," warned Paula. "Steve, you'll be staying here until your meds are gone, which will be next weekend. I insist that you two do not repeat that performance in this house. That was just too intense. Someone might call the police. Now sit down and have a good breakfast. I shudder to think what it'll be like around here when Steve gets his strength back!"

"Steve, you will take the time to explain to Billy exactly what you did to Gwen. You will do it in graphic detail. If he doesn't manage to get the same results, you will show him, using me as your teaching aid. So Billy, you had best be a good student and a fast learner," warned Charlotte as she hugged her boyfriend.

"Now I know how urban myths get started," whined Billy.

"Billy, what Steve did to me was certainly no myth! You'd better be a quick study or Steve will forever ruin Charlotte for other men!" teased Gwen.

Billy and Charlotte razzed Steve and Gwen on the ride to school. Steve was embarrassed but Gwen was ebullient. "There's nothing you two can say that's going to ruin my mood. I've just had the best start to a day possible and nothing's going to change that. Tease all you want, but you're looking at one very well satisfied girl, and I don't think Steve's complaining any, either."

"You've got to tell me all about it later," stated Charlotte excitedly. "That was the most incredible rush, listening to you moan louder and louder and then scream. At first Kate asked your mom if you needed help. Your mom is so cool. She laughed and told Kate that you already had everything that you needed."

Gwen and Steve were surprised to see Ms. Walker sitting at her desk for homeroom. "Steve! Gwen! Please come up here!"

Ms. Walker looked thinner and paler than usual, but she still had a twinkle in her eye. She stood and met the couple as they approached. She hugged Gwen and then Steve. Steve let out an involuntary grunt as his ribs were squeezed.

"Oh, Steve! I didn't think about what you've been through. I'm sorry that I hurt you. That must have been a pretty bad week for you if an old lady like me can make you wince so easily. You two saved my life, along with about a thousand others. I just want you both to know that I'll never forget it and I certainly appreciate the risks you took for the rest of us. I've been watching a lot of TV while recuperating and you kids are all over it. I had no idea you could sing so well, or play the piano. You've been holding back on me. I heard that you donated everything from the songs to the hospital fund. Words fail me."

It was later that day that Gwen repeated to Steve what Amber O'Leary told her over the phone. "Macy's wants us to do another promotion Saturday. This time it's at the state capital. That should work great for Lisa since she's already there. We can ride up the night before and rent a room. She told me that Macy's is considering expanding the line to all of their stores and not just this area. Sales have been extremely strong in and near Sparta, and pretty good in all of their stores in the tri-state area."

After school, Gwen fielded another call while Steve rested. He woke to find her very excited. "Clyde Davis called while you were resting! He's been working to promote us. He told me he's actually arranged for us to tape four variety shows for summer replacements! He's got some big names lined up to guest star. In return, we'll be appearing with them in concerts, videos and/or TV shows."

"That's hard to believe. We don't know anything about TV shows, or concerts for that matter. When's this all supposed to start?" asked a skeptical Steve.

"That's the scary part. He's arranged for me to appear as a guest of Jack Timberline's Friday night when he performs at Lisa's college! I'm supposed to sing a couple songs with him! I'll have to go up Thursday night and stay with Lisa so he and I can rehearse on Friday. I told Clyde that I'd have to get back to him on that. How do you feel about me performing with such a hot guy? Does that upset you?"

"I think we need to reach an understanding, Gwen. I love you so much it hurts, but I don't own you and I can't control you. I don't want you to do things, or not do things, because you worry that I'll be jealous. We have to trust each other or there's no chance for us as a couple. I think we should promise that we'll not be romantically involved with someone else without first showing proper respect to the other by ending the relationship we have. I won't cheat on you and I won't share you, Gwen. I know that men will always be trying to seduce you. You are an extremely beautiful woman. It would have been easier to fall for an ugly girl. Not many guys try to steal them."

"That's what I was hoping you'd say! I know girls are after you all the time and it's only lately that I've actually come to believe that you love me and won't be stolen away. You're gorgeous in a manly way. You're heroic to a fault, smart, athletic, a great singer and dancer, and a pretty nice guy. And you have a wonderful penis and an amazing tongue!" added Gwen with a smile. "I swear to you that I'll never be romantically involved with another man before ending it with you first. That would have to be some amazing guy, because I don't ever plan on letting you go!

"We won't believe rumors, or outright lies. We'll believe each other above all others. If twenty girls tell me that you screwed their brains out and you tell me that you didn't, I'll take you word for it. You'll take mine when I swear, or promise something."

"Good! Because screwing a girl's brains out is something I'll always deny and feel safe about it. I don't even know how to do that," admitted Steve.

"With that big thing you're packing, you could do it. You were tickling my throat pretty good this morning. I think you'll screw my brains out a lot over the next few decades.

"Getting back to the subject at hand, Clyde has investors ready to foot the bill to produce four TV shows. We'll video them and he'll shop them around. He may want us to do a Christmas show, too! He said if he sells one show, he'll break even. If he sells two, he'll have a profit and if he sells them all, well, it'll be great. Then he'll do the Christmas show for sure."

"I hate to seem cynical, but why would anyone think we could star in a TV show? You're beautiful and a wonderful singer, but there's a lot of very talented people out there. Why us?"

"That's almost exactly what I asked Clyde, except I said you were beautiful and had a great voice. He said that he believes we have 'captivated the hearts of America'. That's his words and not mine. He thinks we have the right combination of talent and charisma to make it work. He also said it's what he does for a living, so trust him. He wants to make a CD from the music we record for the shows. It's all pretty exciting, if quite daunting. But it's safer than diving into an icy river and then swimming into a sunken SUV, or walking into a room with four terrorists with guns and bombs. Even if we fail miserably, at least we can tell our kids that we tried. And failure at this will be a lot less painful than being tied and beaten by a maniac with a club!

"Jack Timberline will be on our first show in return for me appearing with him Friday and again in LA where we'll tape the TV show next month. I get the feeling he doesn't quite have the professional balls to appear next to you. Not many guys will want to be seen side by side with you, so he just wants little old me."

"I'll bet he does! Can you get tickets for the rest of us? Your folks will want to go, as will Kate and probably Stephanie. Maybe Diane and Will would make the trip, too."

"Clyde promised me a dozen tickets, so I'm going to ask Laura and Coach if they want to go. Lisa, Charlotte and Billy would use the last three and give me some support in the audience. This is very exciting to me! A few months ago, I hardly dared sing in the shower. Now I'm willing to sing in a concert, and go down on my boyfriend in the shower. That's quite a change, wouldn't you say?"

"As long as you don't get the two of them confused, you'll be fine!" laughed Steve.

"You mean sing in the shower and go down on you in concert?" grinned Gwen. "I bet that would grab some headlines! But not with Mom and Dad in the audience. Otherwise, I'd consider it. Or did you mean go down on Jake Timberline? You are jealous!"

Friday afternoon saw Steve riding with Charlotte and Billy to the Jack Timberline concert. They had agreed to meet Ted and Paula at the same hotel they stayed at for the inauguration.

"So what are your sleeping arrangements, Steve? Are you sleeping with Gwen, or is she staying with that stud Timberline?" teased Billy.

"That's not funny, Billy!" complained Charlotte immediately. "Gwen doesn't sleep around, even with really good looking movie and recording stars. After what she told me about the other morning, you couldn't keep her out of Steve's bed!"

"Maybe Billy couldn't, but her father can. He explained to both of us that our conduct in public, which includes hotels, has to be exemplary or Gwen would be grounded until she finished med school, and he'd kick my ass all over town."

"Her dad threatened to kick your ass?" repeated Billy. "He wouldn't dare try that. You've killed men, at least one, with your bare hands. I don't think Ted will be trying you anytime soon."

"Ted knows I'd never raise a hand against Gwen's dad, or any of her family. He could pound me into a pulp and I wouldn't try to stop him. I respect his authority and judgment."

"I guess I can understand that. I would too if he'd let me sleep with one of his daughters," retorted Billy.

"I was thinking you might get lucky pretty soon, Billy, but it's not looking so good now," warned Charlotte. "You're going to have to decide if you want to dream about an Anderson girl or settle for having me for real."

"Really, Billy. You know you've got a good looking, smart bombshell right here in the car. Don't mess it up. If word gets out that Charlotte's back on the open market, there'll be a path beaten to her door."




Lady in Red Ch. 18



"See how smooth Steve is? You should listen and learn. If you were just a little more attentive, you'd have me screaming like Gwen was the other morning. That was so hot I almost jumped on Billy right in front of Paula and Kate! Gwen hasn't stopped smiling since."

The twelve ticketholders met up at the hotel. They enjoyed a quick meal and then headed for the show. During dinner, Lisa passed out the tickets Gwen had been given.

"What seat do you have, Steve? I bet it's next to Lisa's. We should have had a lottery or something to select our seats."

"Actually, Steve is sitting between you and me, but I'm sure that Stephanie will trade with you if you're unhappy with the arrangements," chided Lisa to her sister.

"I'm sorry, Lisa! I should have known better. I'll even swap seats with Stephanie before it's all over so she can sit next to Steve for awhile, unless Steve's taking advantage of my youth and inexperience while everyone's watching the concert."

"There's no chance of that," assured Lisa. "He'll be way to busy taking advantage of my age and experience to be sidetracked by a teenager."

When they all took their seats, Paula had to smile when both Kate and Lisa took one of Steve's hands and held it. His eyes met hers as he shrugged and smiled.

The concert opened with Timberline singing some of his hits. His backup singers were exceptional and his musicians played flawlessly. Steve found himself enjoying the concert tremendously. Finally, Timberline announced that he had a special guest that was going to perform with him. When he introduced Gwen, applause echoed through the arena.

Gwen looked incredible in a short red dress as she walked to the front of the stage with a microphone in her hand. She waved and smiled to the crowd. Then she and Jack exchanged hugs and the band began playing. They sang 'Time of My Life' from 'Dirty Dancing' and the crowd loved it! Steve was unable to take his eyes off the big screen on the side of the arena. It featured a close up of the couple as they sang. Gwen was incredibly beautiful. But more than that, she demonstrated an amazing range and tone. It seemed as though the song had been written to allow Gwen the opportunity to showcase her talent. Steve actually felt bad for Jack Timberline! He was an okay singer but lacked Gwen's power and emotion. The crowd stood and cheered wildly as the performers ended the song.

Steve clapped his hands and whistled as he looked at the folks sitting near him. Paula, Kate and Lisa all had tears on their cheeks as they applauded the performance. Charlotte, Billy, Stephanie and Diane were all smiling, while Ted was beaming. The applause began to die down as the band started playing a new tune. This time Gwen joined Jack to sing one of his lesser hits. This song showcased Jack much more than Gwen. Steve doubted that it was a coincidence. Jack may regret singing the first song with Gwen since she so obviously out shone him.

The audience was slightly less enthusiastic after Gwen's second song. Jack thanked her, and Gwen exited as Timberline prepared to finish the show with his biggest hit.

"Can you believe how great Gwen was?" raved Kate as the group was leaving the arena. "I don't think that Timberline realized how she would out sing him. She was really, really good!"

As he headed out the exit, Steve received a text from Gwen. Jack had invited her to a post concert dinner and she felt that she should attend. She promised to slip away as soon as she could. Steve passed the message along to Paula and Ted. Paula seemed surprised and watched Steve for any indication he was upset.

When the group returned to the hotel, a band was playing in the lounge. Kate and Lisa insisted that Steve dance with them at least once, so the entire entourage found a large table and sat down. Steve fulfilled his obligations to Lisa and Kate. The other patrons soon realized that they were especially good and gave them room in the center of the floor. Steve explained to the girls that his ribs were feeling a lot better, but he was not going to do any lifts. Lisa settled for a nice slow song while Kate enjoyed a fast dance with Steve.

When the next slow song started, Steve took Stephanie's hand and led the smiling girl out to the floor. "I'm so glad you're dancing with me! Look at Mom grin. Lisa is motioning for me to get closer and Kate's trying to convince me to move away from you.

"I still think about that day and how quickly you decided to kill that guy and how easily you did it. You made such hard decisions so fast, and you were right with all of them. Mom asked me if I was nervous to be around you now. I told her that I've never felt safer than when I'm with you. You know what? She said that she felt the same way. All the women in our family are sold on you. Gwen is so lucky.

"Look at all the other girls and women here watching us. They're jealous of me! That feels so cool. I'm dancing with the strongest, best looking boy in the world. They wish they were me," stated Stephanie with certainty.

"Steph, you're getting a little carried away. It looks to me like all the men here are wishing you were in their arms. You're a beautiful girl and a brave one. You were there when I needed you and you did what needed to be done. I'll never forget that."

After the dance with Stephanie, the drummer in the band approached Steve. "You're Steve Hammer, right? Would you consider singing a song or two with us? We're trying to get some recognition and more gigs. We're just filling in tonight for the regular band. They were offered big bucks to play at some rich guy's wedding. We'd really appreciate any time you could give us. We can play almost any song. We're not very well known, but we're good musicians."

It sounded like fun, so Steve agreed to play and sing a few songs with the band. He joined the four band members and conferred with them for a few minutes. Soon they were nodding their heads in agreement. Steve picked up a guitar and stepped to the microphone.

"Hello everyone! The guys have asked me to join them for a few songs. I hope they don't regret it later. This first song's for all the pretty women here tonight. But that's enough talk. Let's get back to the music!"

Steve played a few rifts on the guitar and everyone started smiling and clapping. Soon he was delivering a rousing vocal for 'Pretty Woman'. Kate, Lisa, and Stephanie all ran out to dance. Soon they were joined by their parents.

The hotel was a bit upscale for college kids. It was used more by parents of students, friends of faculty, and travelers that wanted to stay in a good hotel. Paula noticed that the few college kids that were there were using their cell phones a lot. A short time later, as Steve finished a solid rendition of 'Proud Mary', more college kids began filtering in.

While he had been performing with the band, Steve noticed that Kate, Lisa, and Stephanie were quite popular with the college age males. They were on the floor for every dance. As he finished a song, Steve saw two guys that were dancing with Kate and Stephanie look at each other and nod. Then they slid their hands down to rest on the girls' asses. Both girls reacted by trying to escape, but the boys laughed and held them tight. Soon a couple of their buddies joined them and Kate and Stephanie were lost from sight.

Steve dropped off the stage and hurried toward the girls. Before he reached them, he saw that Ted and Will were already speaking to the jerks, and quite heatedly. Steve stopped a few steps behind the girls' fathers. The four guys had spread out a bit and faced the two men, but Kate and Stephanie were still pinned between them. The apparent leader had adopted a sneer and appeared to be considering actually fighting with Ted and Will. It was obvious that the four young men had been drinking.

As the leader went from laughing at Ted and Will to cursing them, the friend to his left noticed Steve. Recognition washed over his face as he turned and whispered to his buddy. The guy turned his gaze to Steve and apparently didn't like what he saw. He released Kate and motioned for his friends to head for the exit with him. Steve felt relief as the girls hurried to their fathers. He drifted back toward the stage. Before he reached it, Paula grabbed his arm and swung him around.

"I saw what happened there. Thanks so much, Steve. I appreciate that you were so willing to back Ted and Will. Those kids didn't want any part of what you offered, but Ted and Will are feeling pretty good right now. You handled that perfectly. The men kept their pride and saved face with their daughters. But we both know it was your presence that made the difference. That was something to watch!"

Gwen climbed out of the cab and entered her hotel. She had a wonderful time singing with Jack Timberline and the dinner party after the gig had been fantastic. Everyone had treated her like a star, but by eleven PM Gwen had begun to wonder what her family and Steve were doing. She felt a little guilty enjoying herself while the rest of her family was probably watching TV in their hotel rooms. She found herself wondering if her parents would object to her visiting Steve's room for a few hours.

As she entered the hotel shortly before midnight, she noticed an overflow crowd in the hotel lounge. Curious, she wandered over to the doorway to look in. The place was jammed with college age kids, which was unusual. They usually hit the trendier places near the school. The hotel catered more to the parents and families of the college crowd.

Gwen was about to ask a girl near the door about the reason for the crowd when a cheer went up as a figure stepped up to the microphone on the small stage. Just as Gwen recognized Steve, he began a song. By the time he reached the second verse of 'Hotel California' it was obvious to Gwen that he was an excellent guitar player and he had a real feeling for the older rock and roll. The part of the crowd that wasn't dancing was singing along. It was apparent that everyone was enjoying the music. Gwen felt someone tug at her elbow and was surprised to see Lisa.

"Come on over to our table. We're having a great time! Did you know Steve could play guitar like that? He has the crowd eating out of his hand. He's really, really good!" shouted Lisa over the music as she pulled Gwen toward her family's table.

Gwen was greeted by her family and friends as she approached their table. The song ended just as Gwen took a seat. "Your boyfriend is bringing down the house tonight! Look at the size of the crowd here. I knew he could sing, but man, can he play that guitar!" enthused Billy.

"Do you want some pizza or wings, Sis?" asked Kate. "The hotel's giving us free snacks and drinks as long as Steve plays. Look how much business he's bringing in. Who knew he was so good at old rock and roll?"

Gwen was still trying to assimilate all that she had just learned when she heard her name and swung to listen to Steve. "Gwen Anderson sang on stage with Jack Timberline earlier this evening. She was just incredible. She's saved my life a few times and has stolen my heart. I'd like to play this next song for her."

Steve stepped to the side and picked up an acoustic guitar and started playing. After a few bars, he began singing, "I give her all my love, that's all I do, and if you saw my love, you'd love her, too."

Gwen blushed and smiled as the crowd started clapping and cheering. Paula watched her daughter look over at Steve. She was certain that she had made the right decision when she allowed Gwen to go on the pill and sleep with Steve in her room. Could two people be any better matched, or destined for greater things? It seemed very unlikely.

Gwen stood and started making her way to Steve as he sang. The dancers parted to allow her easy passage to the small stage. As Steve finished the song, Gwen wrapped her arms around him and gave him a resounding kiss while the onlookers cheered her on.

Steve spoke to Gwen briefly and then turned to the crowd. "That's it for me tonight, folks! The band was supposed to finish at eleven! Thanks for being so kind toward our efforts and being such a great crowd. Remember this group, 'The Rising Tide' the next time you need a band. They're a great band and a great bunch of guys.

"Tomorrow Gwen, her sisters, and I will be doing a promotion for 'Lady in Red' swimsuits and formal wear at Macy's at the Riverside Mall on Fourth Street. We'd love to see all of you stop in. The profits from this venture go toward a new wing on the local hospital in Sparta. I've spent a fair amount of time there lately and they're very good, but short on rooms. We'd appreciate any support you can give us."

The crowd began to leave as Steve introduced Gwen to the members of the band and thanked them for letting him jam with them. They insisted that they should be thanking him.

"Where and when did you get so good with the guitar and with the classic rock and roll?" asked Gwen as they headed toward her parents.

"That was my mother's influence. She taught me piano and guitar. She told me that if I liked the piano and guitar I needed to learn to play Creedence, The Eagles, Elvis, and lots of other classic performers. They were the songs that she knew and she taught them to me."

"I really wish I could have met your mom. She sounds like she was such a great mother and a super person. She had to be, to raise a son like you," praised Gwen.

A few minutes later, Gwen had managed to separate her mother from the group for a few minutes. "Mom, can I stay with Steve tonight? It seems like a really great chance for us to, well, get a little closer."

"I'm sure it does, but the answer is 'no'. Your father told you what he expected from you and we don't want any arguments. We want to maintain your reputation, as well as our own. How would your father feel if guys he works with hear that his daughter is sleeping with some boy? He's known as a straight arrow and would be embarrassed if people thought he was allowing his daughter such freedom under his roof. Think of him, if you find this arrangement too difficult. He can make it a lot tougher. You know that Steve won't go against Ted's decision. You have a lot of time, and we've been extremely liberal in your relationship with Steve. Don't push it,"

"Okay, Mom. You've been great and I'll follow the rules. I do appreciate how much you treat me like an adult. Would it be okay if we went down to the hot tub for a while?"

"As long as you realize that it's a public place and they probably have security cameras all over the place. Don't do anything you wouldn't want showing up on YouTube."

A short while later, Gwen, Charlotte, Billy and Steve were soaking in the hot tub. "Crap! I can see where the bruises are fading on your back and stomach!" blurted Billy. "That had to hurt like hell. I don't know how you survived that ordeal."

"Never mind that. How are you going to survive sharing a room with Steve. Gwen said her mom put the kibosh on her sleeping with Steve. That means that she'll be with me and you'll be with Steve, just like we promised my mom," stated Charlotte. "We're being forced to keep our word."

"I could stay with Kate and Stephanie so you guys could have the room all to yourselves," volunteered Gwen. "I just can't go against my mom after she's been so good to me. Besides, Steve's a regular Boy Scout when it comes to keeping his word to my folks. I could crawl all over him naked and he'd honor his word to them. I think that just might be one of the things I find most appealing about him. You can take his promise to the bank,"

"Since you put it that way, it won't hurt us to honor our word to our folks either," responded Charlotte. "I've been thinking about how you let your mom and dad know what you wanted to do and actually received their permission, if not their blessing. The more I think about it, the more I'd like Mom to know I was going to sleep with this guy and have her be fine with it. I just need to work up the nerve to let her know."

Early the next day, the Anderson sisters and Steve were preparing for another promotion of the 'Lady in Red' line at Macy's. Paula, Ted, Diane, Will, and Stephanie stopped in before the general public was allowed access.

Amber O'Leary was checking the schedule and deciding when the outfits should be changed. She heard Stephanie talking to Kate and looked up from her work.

"I know you don't have any more sisters, but this girl bears a strong resemblance to you. Is she a relative of yours, Kate?" asked Amber.

"Amber, this is my cousin, Stephanie. Stephanie, I'd like you to meet Amber O'Leary, the brains behind the 'Lady in Red' clothing line and the only daughter of the governor of this great state."

"Stephanie, would you be interested in working with Kate and modeling clothes for us? We're doing well enough that Macy's is willing to pay travel expenses and a small stipend for every promotion you do, besides all the money that the hospital fund will be receiving. I think we'll be looking for another model pretty soon. Are you parents available?"

Stephanie was speechless as she listened to Amber. She had dreamed of modeling, but never thought that she'd be pretty enough, curvy enough, or sexy enough to ever be able to do it. She nodded to Amber and hurried over to her mother.

Meantime, Amber took Lisa aside and spoke with her for a few minutes. When they finished talking, Lisa hurried over to her mother's side.

Soon, Paula and Diane approached Amber with their husbands standing behind them. Steve was curious as to what Amber had in mind, so he strolled over to stand near Amber.

"I've received a few inquiries about Lisa. A large agency wants her to fly to Chicago for some test shots and interviews. They would like to see her at Lisa's earliest convenience. It's no surprise to any of us here that Lisa would be sought after. I think she should do it if she has any interest in modeling, but that will be a decision for Lisa, and her family, to make.

"That would leave us a bit light on pretty girls to model the 'Lady in Red' line at these promotions. Macy's has informed me that they want these kids to travel to several large cities to promote the line and will cover travel expenses and pay them for their time. If Lisa moves up to big time modeling, we could use Stephanie to fill in for her with our line."

"But Lisa has bigger, bigger, you know. I won't look like her in a swim suit or a gown," worried Stephanie. "I look like a boy next to my cousins."

"Steph! You're starting to irritate me," stated Steve firmly. "Your beauty and worth are not proportional to your bra size. You're a gorgeous girl, but if you persist in running yourself down, Amber will have to select a less pretty girl, but with better self esteem. Are you drop-dead gorgeous and ready to model Amber's line, or are you a girl that wants to spend her life as a beautiful wallflower."

"Now that you ask, I'm the best looking girl you ever saw!" declared Stephanie with a smile. "It's about time my good looks were appreciated. The boys will forget Gwen and Kate when they see me. Don't worry about Steve, though, Gwen. I'll find my own hunk."

"It seems that we have made some decisions. Lisa and her folks will meet with me later to go over the contract from the modeling agency. One of Dad's lawyers has agreed to be there to look it over. Stephanie and her parents will have to sign the same agreement that the rest of you signed when we started this venture. Now let's get Stephanie some outfits and get started."

By the time the doors opened, kids were lined up to meet Gwen and Steve and the rest of the group. Stephanie was nervous for the first hour, but soon relaxed and began to enjoy all the attention. The crowd was larger than at the first promotion event. Quite a few parents seemed anxious to meet Steve and Gwen. The store sold out of swimsuits by noon and gowns a few hours later. Clerks were busy taking orders and promising quick delivery.




Lady in Red Ch. 18



Not surprisingly, there was a piano located nearby and Gwen and Steve were prevailed upon to perform a few songs. Somehow, an acoustic guitar was found and Steve was pressed into singing 'And I Love Her'. Many of the girls in attendance had seen the YouTube video of Steve singing the song the previous night and were quite vocal in asking him to perform it again.

It was after three when Steve was waiting for the girls to return from the changing room when he saw Clyde Davis approach him. He was chatting easily with a familiar looking blonde girl as he walked up to Steve.

"I want you to meet Jordan Quick. Jordan, this is Steve Hammer. Now tell me what you think. Did I exaggerate even a little bit? Will he do?" asked Clyde of the blonde girl.

"He looks hot enough, but I need him to be able to sing and act. I'm not going to let some amateur ruin my video, or my song," stated the petite blonde as she looked Steve over.

"Well, there's a piano over there, so take him for a test ride," offered Clyde. "Steve, I'm working on having Jordan appear on our TV show, but she's driving a hard bargain. She has to be convinced that you'll be able to carry your end of the deal. She brought some music with her. I want you to convince her that you'll fit the bill."

Steve followed the girl over to the piano and sat down next to her. He began to arrange the music when she snapped at him. "I'll play the goddamn piano! You just try to keep up with me. I've never seen a pretty boy that was worth a shit."

Steve never batted an eye as he looked at the girl's face. It redden a little as she turned away to concentrate on preparing to play. A murmur ran through the crowd as people realized that Jordan Quick was preparing to sing.

"Have you ever even listened to Country music?" demanded the blonde. "This is a great old standard, but if you've never heard it, you won't have any idea how it needs to be sung."

"Don't get your panties in a bunch. Oh, wait! I remember now. You don't wear any. I read the papers and listen to Country music, so don't worry about me," retorted Steve with emotion. "I'll keep up my end. You just worry about yours, especially if you're going commando in that short skirt."

"Aren't you the clever one? I bet you've never even seen anything like what I've got between my legs," laughed the blonde.

"I think everyone's seen it. It's been all over the internet when you were getting out of your limo at an awards ceremony. It loses its allure when every guy with a camera or cell phone can get a shot of it."

"I want you kids to stop arguing and start playing!' interjected Clyde. "Let's see if this dog can hunt."

Jordan glared at Steve as she began playing the song. Lisa, Stephanie, Kate and Gwen were laughing as they came out of the dressing room and headed for the promotion area when they suddenly heard a woman singing. Then they heard Steve join in!

Clyde had to congratulate himself as he watched and listened to Jordan and Steve sing. He knew they'd sound great, and that they were polar opposites. Jordan was a wild child. Her career had peaked when she was sixteen and now at nineteen, she was trying to resurrect it. Her bad choices in men, drugs, songs, and managers had almost ruined her career. What she still had was an incredible voice, a beautiful face, and an amazing figure. That hadn't been enough to overcome her legal and public relations miscues. Her career was pretty much on life support.

The audience had gone quiet as Jordan and Steve sang 'You and I'. Gwen and her group stood off to the side and listened as the two sang the duet. Gwen couldn't help but wonder how well Steve knew the famous Jordan Quick. They sang as if they were in love, and it caused Gwen concern.

When they finished singing, the crowd erupted into applause and cheers. Clyde smiled as he joined the couple at the piano. "Now tell me what you think, Jordan. Is he perfect, or what? That was an incredible rendition of that song.! You two fit together perfectly."

"Okay, he's pretty and he can sing. I'll take a chance on him since you think it'll work. I know you've had a lot of success in the industry, but it still seems funny to have a black man managing a Country singer."

"You've got a lot to learn about music, Young Lady. When you have an ear for music, color makes no difference. You just know what sounds good and what doesn't. I have an ear for tone and pitch. I can hear a song once and play it on the piano. I don't have to convince anyone about my abilities to discover and develop talent. You have the talent, but I wonder if you have the guts to climb out of that pit you've put yourself in and get back on top.

"Gwen, come on over here and meet Jordan Quick. You must've heard of her. She's had three number ones on Billboard's Country charts. She's just auditioned your boyfriend for a chance to record with her and be in her video. I think he may have passed."

"You're his girlfriend?" asked Jordan. "He likes them tall and beautiful. I've been in rehab and only got out a few days ago. We could watch some old movies but no TV. It's a bad influence when you're trying to sober up. That means I didn't see all that wild shit you guys did with those terrorists until yesterday. Somehow I missed that you're his girlfriend.

"Will you be able to stand your Ken doll boyfriend working with me? It's pretty well known that I have a habit of sleeping with the men I work with," stated Jordan matter-of-factly.

"And a lot of men you don't work with," added Gwen as she extended her hand to a surprised Jordan. "Steve has a habit of keeping his word to the ladies he's in love with, so I'm fine with it."

"That's really good, Gwen, because your folks have agreed to put Jordan up for a couple weeks. She'll be staying with you. I just know that you two will be best friends before long," chuckled Clyde as Gwen's jaw hit the floor.



Lady in Red Ch. 19



Gwen's parents had never mentioned anything about Jordan Quick, or anyone else, staying with them. If Clyde's assertion was correct, it must have been a very recent decision. They hardly had time to reach home after visiting the promotion at Macy's earlier in the day. Gwen knew that if her parents had agreed to Jordan staying with them, that she had better be as hospitable as possible.

"I see that wasn't exactly the news you were looking for," smirked Jordan. "I'm supposed to be in a 'stable environment' for six months according to the courts, but Clyde was only able to get your folks to commit to a couple weeks. If my behavior is acceptable, they may allow me to stay longer. The little fact that I've had some hit songs and Clyde has me penciled in for a TV gig with you and lover boy probably influenced your folks' decision."

"My parents make the decisions in our house. I'll do my best to make your stay as comfortable as possible, but it will not include sleeping with my boyfriend, just so we're clear on that."

"That's a deal breaker, is it?" laughed Jordan. "It's not a problem for me, but your boy scout may have trouble keeping his hands off me. I have a strong allure for males, and he looks to be all male. I can get laid anytime I want, but with a prim and proper uptight girlfriend like you, he's probably lucky to even get a hand job."

"Girls, you can discuss your sex lives all you want over the next two weeks," interrupted Clyde. "Right now all I want is for Gwen and Steve to tell me that you'll do your best to help keep this wayward child out of trouble while she's with you. If she screws up again, she'll be looking at some serious jail time and a criminal record. Will you two do your best for Jordan? She's not really bad. She lacks guidance and discipline."

"Sir, I don't know how I can keep her out of trouble if she's determined to jump off the wagon. She pretty well indicated that she holds me in contempt for the way I live, and how I view things. I'm hoping to go to Annapolis next fall and I sure don't need any marks on my record. I'll do my best, within reason, but if she keeps up her attitude toward Gwen and me, I doubt she'll even last the two weeks," stated Steve firmly.

"I don't blame you," responded Clyde honestly. "I'm just hoping that living with people with some routine, self-discipline, and consideration will help her see that not everyone is like her family. All I ask is that you be patient and help her as much as you can without endangering your career. I'd really like to get her back on top, but without the attitude. You can see how talented she is."

"I'm not an idiot child that can be talked about like this!" snapped Jordan. "I can take care of myself. All these two have to do is leave me alone and I'll do fine. I know how important this chance is for me."

Lisa watched the little drama with minimal interest. She had gone over the contract from the modeling agency with her parents and Amber's lawyer earlier in the day and she could think about little else. She would fly to Chicago next weekend with Paula and do some interviews and some photo shoots. If the agency decided that they liked what they saw, they'd pick up her contract and she's be a professional model!

She couldn't wait to call Jason and tell him about her possible new career. Perhaps she'd be traveling to New York and get to visit him at West Point! Then she thought about leaving Steve. The thought of being so far from him bothered her more than she cared to admit, even to herself. He was Gwen's man. But Lisa knew that he would always be the first man she actually loved. She just hoped he wouldn't be the only one. Jason was working hard to join that exclusive club. Lisa decided she had better tell Steve goodbye that day since she may be too busy to see him again for a long time.

When things settled down with Jordan, Lisa drew Steve aside during a break in their promotional duties. "Steve, I'm going to try this modeling thing. I don't know if it'll work out, but if it does, I may not see very much of you anymore, at least for a while. Promise me that you'll think about me and call and email me as much as you can. Promise to take care of Stephanie, Kate, Mom and Gwen. Especially promise me that you'll always love me."

"I can promise that easily enough, Lisa. I'm excited for you. You're a beautiful woman. You have an amazing figure and a wonderful personality. You'll be famous and I'll be standing in line for your autograph some day. I'll always love you. I promise."

Gwen was engaged in conversation with Kate and Stephanie when Jordan tapped her on the shoulder and pointed to Lisa and Steve. "It looks like your sister and your boyfriend are in love. You haven't been paying enough attention and your own sister has stolen your boyfriend away! And everyone thinks my family is screwed up!"

"Actually, Lisa and Steve do love each other, Jordan. While we're discussing it, Steve seems to be extremely fond of Kate and Stephanie as well. Tell the truth, Kate and Stephanie. Do you love Steve?" asked Gwen.

"I sure do!" readily admitted Kate while Stephanie blushed and nodded her head.

"Kate and Lisa are my sisters. Stephanie's my cousin, but more like a sister. They love the guy and he loves them. Lisa has it bad for Steve and he loves her a lot, too. But at the end of the day, he loves me as his girlfriend and he's not going to hurt me, Lisa, Kate, or Stephanie by doing anything foolish. Neither will my sisters or Stephanie. We're family and Steve is my boyfriend. I'm glad they all love him and that he loves them. It validates my feelings for him."

"Lisa is gorgeous and she loves your boyfriend and you don't worry about it? That's hard to believe. You should be scratching her eyes out for the way she's sexing him up right in front of everyone," insisted Jordan.

"I don't think you understand what I'm trying to tell you. I trust Lisa and Steve. I love them both as much as a person can love anyone. They love me as much. They may love each other, but they aren't 'in love', not the way Steve and I are. Neither of them would do anything behind my back. They aren't made that way. Lisa is probably saying her goodbyes to him right now. She'll miss him a lot, but it's a fantastic opportunity for her. She'll do fine."

Jordan just shook her head in disbelief as Lisa kissed Steve quite passionately. "I thought like that a few years ago. Then I caught by boyfriend in bed with my mother. That's when I realized that you can't trust anyone with anything you cherish. They'll take it away, and break your heart if you let them."

"I'm sorry that happened to you, Jordan. I can see why that might color your opinion of people, but Lisa and Steve mean the world to me. I'm not worried about them. Kate, on the other hand..."

"Sis! You know I wouldn't do anything with Steve that I shouldn't. The darn guy won't touch me until I'm eighteen, so he's safe for a couple years," laughed Kate.

"Well, I'm a month older than you, so I'll take off with Steve before you stop being jail bait!" promised Stephanie as all the girls, including Jordan, laughed at her joke.

By the time the promotion was over, the girls had been in hundreds of photos and posed with boys, and some girls, of all ages. Steve was in constant demand by women from ten to over ninety. He posed, smiled, joked, and charmed every woman he met, with the exception of Jordan Quick. Her attitude irked Steve more than a little.

"That was a huge success!" gushed Amber O'Leary as the group gathered after changing into street clothes. I'm confident that Macy's will want you to travel to the major markets to appear at their bigger outlets. This thing is really taking off.

"Miss Quick, I understand that you'll be living with Gwen for an undetermined period of time. You're also scheduled to do a video and a recording with Steve for your comeback. That will be done in Los Angeles the same time these kids are taping a few TV shows. You're scheduled to appear in at least one of those. My question to you is this. Do you want to appear in these promotions for our line? The sales profits go to the hospital fund in Sparta, but your travel expenses will be paid and Macy's would pay you the same fee the other kids will be getting.

"Let me also state that my reputation is tied with this venture. My father is governor. These kids are heroes, loved and respected all over the country. We've worked hard to nurture this image. You'll be terminated with extreme haste if you get into any sort of trouble with drugs, alcohol, or men. I'll take a chance on you if you'll promise me that you'll do your very best to reform. This promotion deal would help your visibility and promote your career. What do you say?"

"That wasn't the most flattering business proposal I've ever had, but I admit that I need to work on my image. Clyde warned me that I'd be back in the big house if I fu ... excuse me! If I screwed up again. I'd like to take you up on that offer."

"Then we'll have to go back to the dressing room and get your measurements. It's obvious that you'll look great in anything. You have a wonderful figure. We'll only be a few minutes, guys. Jordan will be ready to leave with you as soon as we're finished." 

Steve and Gwen exchanged looks as Amber presented her proposal to Jordan. It seemed like they were going to be babysitting a spoiled, addicted, but talented diva. Half an hour later, the five of them were loaded in Gwen's car and headed home.

"Just a minute, Gwen. Pull back off the road," insisted Steve as Gwen came to a stop. Steve climbed out of the SUV and opened the back door. He plucked the cigarette from Jordan's mouth and tossed it down and then ground it with his heel. Then he reached into her pocketbook, yanked a pack of cigarettes out and crushed them in his hand before walking to a nearby trash can and tossing the pack into it. Then he climbed pack into the front passenger seat and nodded for Gwen to drive.

"You asshole!" screamed Jordan. "Who the fuck do you think you are? You can't take away my smokes. I'm over eighteen and can smoke if I want!"

"You shouldn't have tried lighting up in someone else's car. That tells me that you have no regard for those around you. The rest of us don't want to smell like smoke, nor breathe it in. Since you lack the basic understanding of treating others with respect, you're not going to be smoking at all. We already know you have an addictive personality, so let's stop the tobacco addiction along with the drugs.

"As far as your language is concerned, I'll start washing your mouth out with soap if you persist in swearing in front of ladies. Gwen, Kate, and Stephanie don't need to listen to your childish outbursts. If we're going to be responsible for you, expect me to be all over you when you try to pull any crap."

"I'll have you arrested for assault if you so much as touch me!" threatened Jordan. "You're not my father, and certainly not my husband. You've got no right to force me to do anything just because you're bigger and stronger than I am."

"You're confused. I won't do it because I can. I'll do it because you need it. You've been allowed to run amok for too long already. Look where it's gotten you. You're a step away from serious jail time. You're addicted to drugs, tobacco, and probably alcohol. You're promiscuous to the point of being a slut. Were you checked for diseases while you were in rehab?"

"As a matter of fact, I was, and I'm already cured, thank you!" sneered Jordan. "If you're thinking of tapping some of my pussy, forget it! I may be a slut, but you're one asshole that'll never have the pleasure of fucking me!"

"That suits me just fine, but you'd better start thinking of more polite ways to state your position or I'll be washing your mouth out. If you keep acting like a child, I'll treat you like one!"

Jordan made no reply as she glared at Steve. Kate and Stephanie were shocked at Jordan's outburst, as well as Steve's threats to her. They sat quietly, looking at each other, and then at the scenery. Gwen was marveling at the abrupt change in Steve's normal, quiet, easy going manner. She's never heard him talk like that to anyone. But then she'd never run into anyone like Jordan before. Why did her parents ever agree to take her in? The last thing Gwen needed was a slut living with her. Instinctively, she knew that Jordan's actions would cause her parents to rethink Gwen's sexual freedom with Steve.

The rest of the trip was mostly quiet. Jordan sulked, and the girls were worried about engaging her in conversation and causing another battle of wills between her and Steve. When they reached the Anderson's, Paula and Ted came out to greet everyone.

"Mom, Dad, this is Jordan Quick. Jordan, my parents, Paula and Ted Anderson," introduced Gwen quickly. "It seems that she'll be staying with us for awhile."

"Hello, Jordan! I love your songs. You have a wonderful voice and we're so glad to have you stay with us!" welcomed Paula. "Girls, show Jordan to Lisa's room. She'll be staying there. Steve, do you want to come in for awhile."

"Thanks, Paula, but I need to be getting home. I told Uncle Joe that I'd be home before it got too late. You have company, so I'll just say goodbye to the girls and head home."

"Good idea. Go the fuck home, asshole," snarled Jordan just as Steve turned toward his car just as Diane pulled in to pick up Stephanie.

Paula couldn't believe what she witnessed next. Jordan's crude outburst came as a shock, but Steve's reaction was a total stunner. He turned around and grabbed Jordan around the waist and easily picked her up and headed for the house. He carried her over his hip like she was an infant, and she kicked and thrashed like a temperamental child. He entered the house and went straight to the bathroom.

He placed Jordan in a supine position and gently sat on her chest, pinning her arms to her sides as he looked around the sink. Finding no bar soap, Steve picked up a soap dispenser. Jordan was cursing a blue streak and flailing her feet around in her anger. Steve watched her for a few seconds and then squeezed the soap dispenser. His timing was perfect as a stream of hand soap shot directly into Jordan's open mouth.

Her cursing stopped immediately and she began coughing and spitting. Her face turned red. She was obviously livid as she glared as Steve.

"I'm not letting you up until you apologize to the Andersons for your inappropriate language! I'll sit on you all night if I have to."

"I can't breathe!" gasped Jordan. "Let me up or I'll call the cops!"

"Then start calling. Wait, your hands aren't free, are they? The only ones that can hear you are the Andersons, so you'd better start apologizing."

Jordan just stared at Steve. He stoically returned the stare. Paula, Ted, and Diane were beginning to worry that Jordan would swallow the soap and become ill, but were reluctant to interfere with Steve's judgment. Tears formed in Jordan's eyes and still Steve sat impassively on her chest.

"Okay! I'm sorry that I swore, everyone. It's a bad habit I'm trying to break. Now let me up so I can rinse my mouth you big bas ... bully!" sobbed Jordan as she tried to speak without ingesting the soap.

Steve slid off Jordan, then gently picked her up and placed her on her feet. Jordan looked at him for a second then accepted the glass of water Gwen handed her. Everyone left the bathroom as Jordan began rinsing her mouth and spitting into the sink.

"I imagine you had an interesting ride home," observed Paula to Gwen. Kate and Stephanie had to hold their hands over their mouths to keep from giggling out loud.

"I'm seeing a whole new side of Steve," admitted Gwen. "He and Jordan are like oil and water. They just don't seem to mix. In his defense, he warned her that he'd wash her mouth out if she persisted in her swearing. I don't think I'd like being treated like that, but I hope I'd never behave like she did, either."

"Remember when you explained to me that one of my duties as a boyfriend was to let you know when you're behaving poorly? You're a smart, well mannered girl that would never act like Jordan just did, so I'd never try anything like that with you. I'm sure that if I behaved really poorly, you'd point it out to me.

"You heard Clyde tell us what happens if Jordan screws up again. He expects us to keep her on the straight and narrow. I can't make her like me, but I can make her fear me, and listen to me to some extent. I'm not going to allow her to show her contempt for all of us by swearing like that. I'll wash out her mouth every time if that's what it takes to make her behave."

"You have no right to touch me, or treat me like that, you as ... jerk!" stuttered Jordan as she came out of the bathroom. "I could have you arrested!"

"Dear, I know you're upset, but that would probably be a mistake," pointed out Paula. "There's no one here that would ever say anything detrimental about Steve to the police. He's pretty much earned carte blanche with this family, unless it was something much more serious than a little squabble."

"You'd stick up for him after the way he just treated me?" asked a stunned Jordan. "How can you do that?"

"Maybe because he's saved our lives. Because he's brave and gentle and strong and handsome and..."

"She gets the idea, Kate," laughed Paula. "Suffice it to say that Steve is a part of this family, like we hope you'll be in time. I don't know what all led up to this little encounter, but Gwen seems to think that Steve gave you fair warning. And we don't allow that sort of language in our house. I won't insist that you apologize to Steve this time, but don't swear in this house. It's really best if you stop swearing altogether. It's a bad habit for a young lady, especially one that's a role model for teenagers."

Once again, Steve started for his car. Gwen stepped in front of him and hugged him hard and kissed him on the lips. Almost as soon as she released him, Kate wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek. Kate pretty much handed Steve off to Stephanie who stepped in close and reached up to kiss his other cheek. Jordan watched it all in silence.

Steve was the first student to enter his homeroom Monday morning. Ms. Walker smiled at him and offered a printout of some sort to him. "The last time I tried to give an accounting of our hospital fund, all hell broke loose. I thought that I'd just pass it out on paper this time. Look at the bottom line, Steve."

"Wow! Can this be right? We've raised over $412,000! That's hard to believe. That's way better than I ever dreamed we'd do."

Steve was going to say more, but Charlotte and Gwen entered the room, and right behind them was Jordan Quick! Gwen smiled and gave Steve a quick hug. Charlotte did the same while Jordan kept a distance away.

"Ms. Walker, this is Jordan Quick. She'll be attending our school. She needs some credits to get her diploma. Her mother sort of dropped the ball when she was touring and she didn't meet the requirements to graduate."

This was a total surprise to Steve. He had been concerned that Jordan would have a negative impact on his quality time with Gwen for the time that she was going to stay at the Anderson home. Now it looked like she was going to be going to school with them!

Steve hardly spoke with Gwen the rest of the day. Jordan was a well known celebrity and the students were eager to see and meet her. Gwen was kept busy introducing Jordan and getting her to her class rooms.

National signing day came later in the week. Jared was well enough to appear at his signing with Penn State. He just grinned at the jokes about dropping the soap in the shower. He was making great progress with his injuries and was expected to recover fully. Billy signed with a Division II school and was quite pleased about it. Tyler committed to play for the same state school that Lisa attended.




Lady in Red Ch. 19



Steve had received a nomination to the Naval Academy shortly after the president visited him in the hospital. The vice president had nominated him. Then he had received an appointment, pending his physical. His school grades and college entrance test results easily surpassed the required minimums. The Navy wanted to publicize the fact that he was going to the Naval Academy and planned to play football for them. The US Naval Academy wanted to field a competitive football team and the belief was that when other good players heard that Steve would be quarterbacking for them, they would be more anxious to attend the Academy.

The four seniors left classes Thursday afternoon and reported to the gym. There were numerous sports reporters in attendance, as well as Amber Stahl. She smiled and waved to Steve when he stepped onto the small raised platform. Since all four of the seniors had been involved in the terrorist attack in some way, the press was very interested in the announcements. Three of the students had been shot during the attack and Tyler had been present when Steve killed the first terrorist, and then opened the door for Steve that fateful morning.

The sports reporters dwelled on the attack and the heroic actions of the seniors. They asked quite a few questions about that day and then a few about the championship season. Amber waited her turn and then asked the guys what career they would pursue after college and what majors they had selected. Then she asked how they had chosen the schools, or if they simply went to the school that offered the best scholarship.

Steve was surprised at the thought behind the questions and impressed with his friends' responses. Then she asked Steve about the Navy and why he wanted to become a Navy SEAL. He explained that his father and grandfather had been in the Navy, and how his father was actually a Navy SEAL Commander. He was going to play football because he enjoyed the sport, but he was becoming a SEAL because he had spent a lot of time among them and he had always admired and respected them. It had been his dream since childhood.

Finally Amber asked, "Your girlfriend, Gwen Anderson, has a scholarship to Stanford, where she also expects to attend medical school. How do feel your well documented romance will hold up with you two a continent apart for so many years?"

"That's a good question. I hope it holds up very well. I expect it to grow and mature. But ask me again in eight or nine years, okay?" smiled Steve. "She'll be a doctor, you'll be a network anchor, and I'll probably be looking for a way to spend more time with Gwen."

Jordan watched the interview with Gwen and her family that evening. Gwen was smiling broadly as Steve answered Amber's question. Paula and Kate appeared to be quite happy also.

"Eight or nine years? Most marriages don't even last that long. Nobody keeps a boyfriend that long, even a Boy Scout like Steve," predicted Jordan. "When he puts on that uniform, women will be lined up to jump in his bed. The fact that he sings and dances will increase his appeal. Gwen will have a couple dozen lovers in nine years. A beautiful woman like you will have men chasing you all the time. The odds are way against your 'friendship' lasting even a year."

"Oh yeah!" demanded Kate angrily. "How many guys win a football game singlehandedly, just for a date with a special girl? How many guys dive into freezing water and swim into a submerged car to save a couple kids? How many guys kill an armed terrorist with their bare hands and then shoot four more to save hundreds of people? How many guys get bound and beaten with a club, but still force a crash to kill another terrorist? How many would survive the beating, crash, explosion, and four days in a blizzard to come back to his girlfriend? How many guys do you know going to the Naval Academy?

"How many girls would strip and jump into freezing water to save her boyfriend and two little kids? How many girls trust their boyfriends enough to follow his instructions to disconnect four bombs? How many then have the presence of mind to call a doctor immediately after all that shooting and start saving lives by treating bullet wounds? How many girls do you know with hit songs, a clothing line, a TV show, and a full academic scholarship to Stanford? Don't you worry about Gwen and Steve! They'll always be together!"

By the time Kate finished her response, she realized that everyone was looking at her in surprise. She managed a sheepish grin as Gwen smiled and pulled her into a hug.

When the weekend rolled around, Gwen insisted that Jordan accompany them when she and Steve went out. Steve did not appear very happy about it, but admitted to Gwen that he understood that she was trying to help Jordan acclimate to her new surroundings. After a basketball game they stopped as Marsh's Landing with Billy and Charlotte for burgers and fries. Jordan spent a long time looking at the photos hanging on the wall.

Steve and Gwen joined her when they realized that Billy's parents had added numerous new photos. Gwen recognized the picture taken the night that Nick Fallen and Monique Dorn had stopped in. Then there was a photo of Governor O'Leary dining with the Andersons the night of the attack. Gwen was surprised to see a picture of her hugging the President that day. There was another photo of her and Charlotte in their bras, smeared with blood, and asking the Spartan Nation for blood donations. There was a photo apparently drawn from the video of the shootout that day. It featured Steve on his knees, shooting with his left hand as his right arm hung limp and bloody.

Jordan beamed when Billy's dad asked her to pose with the two couples for a picture so that the wall photos would appear in the background. She stood in the center between Billy and Steve with an arm around each, with Gwen and Charlotte on the other side of their respective boyfriends.

Valentine's Day was the following weekend. Jordan, Gwen, and Steve flew to LA on Wednesday. They left right after school and met with Clyde Davis in a rented studio. Steve and Gwen saw the business side of Clyde as he introduced them to the director and staff. Soon they were going over their assignments, given scripts and briefly told about the dance routines they would be doing. They were scheduled to rehearse Thursday and Friday in the studio. Then they were spending Saturday and Sunday at two of the city's larger Macy's promoting the 'Lady in Red' line. Kate and Stephanie were flying in with Diane and Paula Friday evening and leaving Sunday evening. Monday through Wednesday were set aside for actual taping of the TV shows.

Steve was completely healed from his ordeal at the hand of the demented terrorist, but he found his conditioning had suffered greatly over the past month. Between being shot, beaten, ill, and cold, he had done very little exercising. Rehearsals began at six in the morning and lasted until long after the sun had set.

Thursday night found Steve and Gwen alone in Steve's hotel room. "I thought we'd never be alone again!" complained Gwen. "I've been on the pill for a while and we still haven't had sex! I don't know about you, but I'm so ready I can hardly stand it."

"Your dad spoke to me before we left. He asked me if we've had sex yet and I told him that we haven't done anything that would remove you from the virgin ranks. He told me he wanted you to remain in that rare state for a few more weeks," revealed Steve. "He said your mom wants to be sure that the birth control has had time to be effective. He also said he wants us to sleep in our own rooms at the hotel, and not together. He worries about your reputation."

"Why didn't he mention it to me?" demanded Gwen. "I would have straightened him out! It's been long enough and I think it's about time you screwed my brains out."

"I think that you answered your own question," replied Steve. "We're both exhausted anyway. I want to be rested, with lots of time and privacy when we make love the first time. I want you to remember it the rest of your life. I guess you should go back to your room. Ted probably made Jordan promise to call if you didn't return to your room before too long."

"Did Dad say anything about me not giving you a really good blowjob?" asked Gwen as she pulled Steve down for a long slow kiss.

"Now that you mention it, I don't think the subject even came up," admitted Steve as Gwen ended the kiss and dropped to her knees. "You know I'm going to have to repay you for this. I hope the walls are soundproof!"

"You know I could hear you in there," said Jordan when Gwen returned to the room they shared. "You're a screamer, aren't you? Here I thought you were a goody two-shoes virgin, but you're in there having hot monkey sex with the Boy Scout."

"I am a virgin. I don't seem to be able to catch a break there. Dad asked Steve not to screw my brains out while we were here in LA. Being a 'Boy Scout', Steve's going to honor Dad's request."

"What the hell was all the screaming and moaning if he didn't bang you?" demanded Jordan. "It sure sounded like you were having some pretty impressive orgasms."

"If you must know, Steve has other useful organs that he uses to please a girl. He's no one trick pony, although a lot of ponies would be jealous of his penis," laughed Gwen.

"Let me guess, either you did 69 or you took turns doing oral sex. I'd guess you took turns because you can't scream like that around a hard cock. Miss Goody Two-Shoes gives blowjobs? Who's going to believe this?" wondered Jordan.

"Oh, Jordan. I shouldn't have said anything! Please don't tell people about that. It would be embarrassing."

"Don't worry, Gwen. I know how important a girl's reputation is. After all, I have one for being the biggest slut in the country. I guess I earned it. I used to be proud of it until I met you. Everyone admires and respects you. That's way better than being laughed at and the butt of dirty jokes on late night TV."

The next day was even more rigorous. By day's end, both Steve and Gwen were exhausted. Gwen talked Steve into sharing his Jacuzzi. After a long bath, Steve once again found himself dining at the Y, partly to repay Gwen for her efforts on his behalf and partly because he enjoyed the pleasure Gwen derived from his newfound skills.

After finishing their round of pleasuring each other, Gwen put on a robe, kissed Steve, and returned to her room. When she opened the door, Jordan was grinning from ear to ear. Gwen realized that Jordan probably heard her in the throes of an orgasm again and gave her a big smile. Then she saw Kate, Stephanie, Diane and her mother sitting on the small sofa!

Kate and Stephanie were grinning as hard as Jordan. Diane was blushing while Paula was trying to look stern. "Young Lady, Ted gave Steve very explicit instructions about NOT having sex. It's very disappointing to think that Steve would disrespect Ted like that."

"Mom! We didn't have actual sex! Steve won't because Dad told him not to do it. Don't embarrass Steve again by saying anything about hearing us. You could make him so nervous or embarrassed that he might stop... , you know, doing what he does that I like so much."

"Just what does he do, Sis? You need to write it down or something! You look so happy! How many big O's did he give you, anyway?" quizzed Kate.

"We are not going to have that discussion!" interrupted Paula. "We want to hear all about the rehearsals while we eat dinner. See if Steve has enough energy left to dine with us."

"If he's still hungry!" laughed Jordan. "He may not be able to eat any more."

Kate and Stephanie gasped at Jordan's comment while Gwen turned a brilliant red. Paula and Diane both grinned and nodded their heads knowingly.

"It's been my experience that he'll be more than ready for steak and potatoes now," suggested Diane. "The light dining he just did will never hold him till morning."

"Mom! You shouldn't know about that stuff. You're my mom!" groaned Stephanie as the others, including Gwen, broke into loud laughter.

The next day was hectic as the group had to rise early and travel to a large mall east of the city. By eight AM, they were greeting shoppers. Jordan was wearing a one piece suit that seemed to reveal more than most bikinis. Kate and Stephanie were in more modest suits while Gwen started the day in a gown which matched up with the tuxedo Steve wore.

"The guy may be a jerk sometimes, but he sure cleans up good," observed Jordan to Gwen. "Don't tell him I said that, okay? I'm still mad at him for pouring soap down my throat and throwing away my cigarettes."

"I can see that," responded Gwen with a big smile as Steve headed in their direction. "I won't tell him what you said, but you should tell him what you think. He's really a very good guy. You'd get along great if you'd forget those little incidents."

"Gwen, you're stunning this morning!" observed Steve as he ran his eyes over his girlfriend. "Jordan, you look great in that suit. I know Amber's good, but she didn't create that figure. You're really sexy."

"You really mean it?" asked a surprised Jordan. "You really think I look sexy? You're gorgeous in that tuxedo! I mean, ... you look good, too."

Jordan blushed as she realized that she had revealed more than she had intended. Steve had been cruel and overbearing to her and she didn't want him to think she was okay with that. No one could get away with treating her like he did that day.

Gwen was pleasantly surprised at the turnout for the promotion. They were attracting a lot of interest from shoppers of all ages. Many of them seemed to know her name, as well as Steve's, and all about their adventures of the previous few months. Jordan was another draw as many people recognized her and asked for her autograph. Stephanie and Kate were very popular with the teen shoppers.

"I'm staying with Gwen and going to school with her for the rest of the year," responded Jordan to questions about how she wound up modeling for the "Lady in Red" line. "Steve and I will be doing a music video soon, so look for that. Yes, he's a dream, but he only has eyes for Gwen."

Jack Timberline was performing in concert that evening. Gwen was scheduled to do another guest appearance in return for him appearing in their TV show. Gwen left the promotion early with Paula to travel to the arena where Jack was performing. She had to get changed and do a quick rehearsal with him.

By the time the promotion was finished and the last autograph seeker was out the door, Steve and the girls were hungry and tired. They returned to the hotel with Diane and had a nice dinner.

"We're way too late to go to the concert and we didn't get any tickets this time anyway. Who wants to join me in the hot tub in a little while?" asked Steve.

"I'm not sure I can let the girls go down to the hot tub unsupervised," worried Diane. "I know Paula's pretty lenient, but I sure don't want any problems on my watch."

"The invitation includes you Diane," responded Steve. "Join us for a relaxing soak. You'll love it."

Diane acted reluctant, but the girls quickly talked her into going since they feared that she wouldn't allow them to go without her. Steve noticed that Jordan remained silent while Stephanie and Kate convinced Diane to visit the hot tub with them.

"Jordan, you'll go with us, won't you?" asked Steve. "You've had a long day, too. It'll help you relax."

"You want me to go with you?" asked a surprised Jordan. "You're not going to drown me or something, are you? Do they have any soap near that tub? I don't want to swallow any more of that."

"We've been doing pretty well, don't you think?" laughed Steve. "Don't try to smoke or swear and we'll get along great. Come on down with us. You know you'll enjoy it."

Half an hour later, Steve was sitting in the hot tub with Diane, Kate, Stephanie and Jordan. Kate and Stephanie squawked loudly when Diane and Jordan quickly took places next to Steve, but soon calmed down when they promised to switch places with them in a few minutes. On the way back to the room, Steve found he had received a text from Gwen. She and Paula were invited to dinner with Jack Timberline and would not return to the hotel for another hour or so.

When Gwen and Paula returned to the hotel almost two hours later, they found Kate gone from her room. Diane and Stephanie were not in theirs. Checking her room, Gwen found Jordan was among the missing as well.

Steve had given Gwen a key to his room, so she suggested to Paula that they check his room, even though it was almost one AM. Gwen quietly slipped the card key in the slot and pushed the door open. She stopped so short that Paula bumped into her.

Steve was stretched out in the middle of his king size bed, fast asleep. Jordan was tucked under one arm, with Stephanie under the other. Diane was lying behind Stephanie while Kate was asleep next to Jordan. An old movie was playing on the TV and a couple partial bowls of popcorn rested between Steve's legs.

"It isn't easy chaperoning a group of teenage girls when there's a testosterone laden hunk around," grinned Diane. "I had to stay awake to make sure the girls didn't take advantage of Steve while he slept. I can't take any credit for it, but Jordan seems to have forgiven Steve for making her give up smoking and swearing.

"We went to the hot tub for half an hour. Then everyone decided to watch a movie. Of course it had to be in Steve's room since he has the king size bed and he sleeps all alone, right Gwen? We got in our pajamas and then the girls actually worked out a rotation for being next to Steve, and followed it until they started falling asleep. Stephanie and Jordan were the winners there, as you can see. Kate and I wound up on the outside looking in."

"You were taking turns next to Steve, too" asked Paula with an arched eyebrow. "How can you expect the girls to show restraint when you don't?"

"Don't give me that 'look'. I sacrificed myself so the girls would have less time to get in trouble next to Steve. With me taking a turn, they spent more time in the second tier. I even had to speak to Stephanie a couple times about keeping her hands above the covers. She's so brazen with Steve! I hope she isn't like that with boys that'll take advantage of her."

Gwen was silent as she took the scene in. Smiling, she pulled up her phone and took a picture of the group packed tightly on the bed. "Now we have to wake these girls up and get them to their rooms. We sure don't dare leave them here all night. It wouldn't be safe, for Steve!"

Gwen began shaking the girls gently, beginning with Jordan. It took a few shakes before Jordan opened her eyes. She looked at Gwen and slowly realized where she was. She had Steve's arm around her shoulders and draped across her ample bosom.

"Gwen! I'm so sorry! We were watching TV and fell asleep. Steve didn't do anything. His arm wasn't even there when he konked out. I didn't do anything. Diane and the girls were here. They can vouch for me," insisted Jordan.

"You're beginning to succumb to Steve's charms, too? Don't worry about his arm. Maybe now you understand his relationship with Lisa better. He's really starting to like you, although he won't be making love to you. But he may come to love you and that's pretty nice by itself. You can tease and flirt with him, but he's my guy. That's his decision, not mine, although I'm glad he feels that way."

Steve woke up when the girls began crawling off the bed. It took him a few seconds to remember why his bed was so full. Then a big smile broke across his face. "Thanks for watching the movie with me, ladies. Did anyone stay awake to the end?"

The next day, Sunday, saw the group head north to a different mall. Once again they were very well received and were kept busy all day. Steve, Gwen and Jordan managed to sing a couple songs each and the crowd responded enthusiastically.




Lady in Red Ch. 19



Paula, Diane, Kate, and Stephanie had to catch a flight, so they said their goodbyes as soon as the promotion ended. "Take care of these girls, Steve. Keep an eye on that Jack Timberline. He invited Gwen to spend the night with him right in front of me. I thought he was engaged to that Tawny Katt actress, yet he's trying to get Gwen in his bed. Since he suggested it right in front of me, I answered for Gwen.

"I told him that Gwen wasn't some tramp and wasn't sleeping with anyone without her parents' permission, at least not until she's in medical school. I neglected to mention that you have the permission that I denied him. It's not something we want to be general knowledge.

"I know you and Gwen will do a great job taping those shows. You two are amazing and we're all so proud of you we can hardly stand it! You've worked wonders with Jordan. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but after that tantrum we saw when she first arrived, I was concerned that you and she would try to kill each other. Based on how she was sleeping in your arms last night, I'd say she's coming around. You have that affect on women. So, break a leg this week!" laughed Paula as she gave Steve a long hug.

After Kate, Stephanie, and Diane hugged everyone goodbye and left for the airport, Jordan found herself alone with Gwen briefly. "Lisa isn't the only woman in your family in love with Steve. I know Kate and Stephanie like him a lot, and Diane's very fond of him, but your mom is pretty much in love with him, too."

"Yeah, I've noticed that. But she's my mother and she loves me, and my father, even more. Mom's happy for me and she's happy to have Steve in the family. All my female relatives love the guy and that makes me love him even more. It reinforces my opinion of him.

"I've also noticed that you seem to be getting along better with him. Is it safe to say that you don't hate him anymore?" asked Gwen with a grin.

"I never really hated him. I was just pissed that he thought he could make me do what he wanted. You know what? It turns out that he can! I trust him completely. I put his arm over my tits last night after he fell asleep. Then I squirmed around until I was sure he was awake while I pretended to be sleeping. He never tried to move his hand a little to squeeze the twins. I never had a guy pass up that chance before. He's a good guy and you're a lucky girl. I think I might start behaving like Lisa does around him, if you don't mind."

"Within reason, it's fine. Keep in mind that he's my guy and he won't be making advances toward you, so don't let your ego get hurt. He will, however, let you tease and flirt all day long."

Gwen, Steve, and Jordan reported to the studio at six AM the next morning. Clyde was trying to cram as much taping into the three days as he could. He didn't tell Steve or Gwen, but he was hoping to record enough material to make all four TV shows in the three days. Normally, studios would spend a week or two on rehearsals and taping a single show, but they normally enjoyed bigger budgets than Clyde had.

Jordan approached Clyde with an idea she had for the show. Normally, the entertainers are the last people that producers and directors listen to, but Clyde knew a good idea when he heard it and called Steve and Gwen over.

"Jordan just gave a great suggestion that we'll follow. She and Steve will be on a dark stage with a spotlight on each of them as they sing that 'Just You and I" love song. I want you both to really bring it and look like you're very much in love while you're singing. When you finish the song, Jordan's light will go off and just as suddenly a spotlight will shine on Gwen, who's standing on the other side of Steve. You guys will sing "Endless Love" and I don't have to tell you to put some real feeling in it.

"When you finish the song, the spotlight on Steve will go out and the one over Jordan will come back on. Then Gwen and Jordan will duel with the duet 'Does He Love You'. It'll look to everyone watching that you two are ready to fight for the guy. I think the audience will love it, if you three do a great job delivering it."

Gwen was amazed at how much hard work was involved in doing a TV show. She and Steve were both quick studies and had rehearsed hard, but it still took quite a few tries before the director was satisfied with a production number. The show was following the format of the more successful variety shows of the past.

She and Steve would open the show with a short introduction as well as deliver a few jokes. Clyde decided that Steve would be the one to deliver the funny lines while Gwen played the 'straight man'. He based it on his belief that being the so-called 'straight man' required considerable timing and acting. He felt that Gwen was better at it. Steve had to agree and was very happy to be the one to deliver the humorous lines.

Gwen and Steve danced numerous dances, in an array of costumes. They performed dances from swing to modern and everything in between. The choreographer drove them to make every step, lift, and turn perfect. Sometimes they sang together, sometimes with guests like Jack Timberline and Jordan, and even solo on occasion. Wednesday afternoon, Steve and Jordan went to a different studio to tape a music video for Jordan's comeback recording.

"We always spent a week or more shooting these videos. Now Clyde's giving us four hours," lamented Jordan. "I've ruined my career bad enough that I have to take what I can get. The one thing I have going for me is you, Steve. Let's give them something to talk about! We'll make this so hot that viewers won't see any little glitches. With your chest and abs and my cleavage, we can't miss!" declared Jordan hopefully.

It was late Wednesday evening when the trio landed at the state capital. They got their car from the parking lot and drove back to Sparta. It was almost two in the morning when Steve pulled into Gwen's driveway. Paula was awake and welcomed them home.

"You kids must be exhausted. Steve, you can stay with Gwen tonight, but no screaming from Gwen. Can I get any of you anything before you go to bed?"

Gwen shook her head and grabbed Steve's hand. She hurriedly whispered her 'goodnights' and led Steve to her bedroom.

Jordan turned to Paula and smiled. "I watched those two tape those shows. I've got to tell you that they're incredibly talented. Those shows will be successes and it'll really help my career. I know Steve didn't want me around, but he seems to be warming up to me a little."

"My Dear, I may as well let you in on a secret. When Clyde first asked us to take you in, Ted and I refused. We have a lot of time and effort in our girls and we didn't want a 'wild child' like you to influence our daughters in a negative way. Then Steve called and spoke to Ted for about ten minutes.

"I've got to tell you that Ted really respects Steve. I guess that's obvious when you see that we allow Gwen to sleep with him. That's not a decision Ted took lightly, believe me. Anyway, Steve talked Ted into letting you stay with us. He promised to help keep you on the straight and narrow. He agreed with Clyde that you were a good person, but were allowed too much freedom at too early an age."

"Steve talked you guys into taking me in? I thought he hated me, or at least felt contempt. I never would have guessed it!" admitted Jordan.

"He's also been keeping tabs on you in school, once he learned that you were going to be attending it. He put the word out that anyone treating you less than favorably would be facing his ire. He has friends watch you and report to him if you're having a problem of any kind," concluded Paula.

"Gwen is so lucky," sighed Jordan. "I'm ashamed to say that I've probably slept with a dozen men, and I hardly remember any of them. But that night you and Gwen found me asleep in Steve's arms is a memory I'll keep forever. I'll never find a guy like him, but I don't deserve to either."

"Dear, you're not likely to find another Steve, but you deserve a fine young man of your own. Any mistakes you may have made in the past will make no difference to the lucky man that meets and falls in love with the new, clean, sober, and more mature, Jordan Quick."

"I told Gwen that you were in love with Steve, the same as her sisters are. She just smiled and said she knew that, but that you loved Ted and her even more. She said you were happy for her and glad to have Steve as part of your family. Do you have any idea how that affected me?

"My mother slept with my first boyfriend! She didn't love him, but she slept with him. You actually love Gwen's boyfriend, but you won't sleep with him! You love and respect your husband and your daughter. My mother competed with me for boys. I felt like I had to sleep with them to make them like me, or to keep them. Now I see how a mother should love her daughters. I see how a daughter should be able love and trust her mom, and her sisters. I want to feel that! I want respect and love, not sex and indifference. Thanks so much for taking me in and for showing me how families can love and support each other," sobbed Jordan gently. "I'll never forget what I've learned from your family."

The next morning, Steve and Gwen were dressed for school when Jordan banged on their door. "I'm coming in, so you guys had better be decent! Darn! You're dressed already. We didn't even hear any screams! Is Steve losing his magic?"

"Let's just say that we're getting a lot more careful about certain activities, and let it go at that," laughed Gwen. "You'll notice that we both have smiles on our faces, so don't feel bad for us."

"Some things are not meant to be shared with the entire world," complained Steve as he reached over, grabbed Jordan, and picked her up. "Come on, Gwen. I'm taking this little minx out so I can wash her mouth out with bacon and eggs!"

Steve emerged from Gwen's room carrying a squirming Jordan in his arms with Gwen behind him, laughing. Steve suddenly stopped in his tracks when he saw Ms. Summers seated at the breakfast table with Paula and Kate.

"My goodness, Steve! You seem to be doing quite well for yourself. A beautiful girl in your arms and another right behind you? Not many girls are secure enough to allow their boyfriends the pleasure of holding a young woman as lovely as Jordan like that." 

"We were just kidding around, Ms. Summers. We didn't know you were here. I'll put her down right now if it makes you uncomfortable. Otherwise, I was going to eat breakfast with her on my lap," replied Steve with a straight face.

"Oh, I think I can stand it as long as Gwen can. The only possible problem is that I wanted to have a serious discussion with you and not many young men can think clearly with a girl like Jordan sitting in their lap," answered Ms. Summers.

"That sounds like the voice of experience to me," laughed Steve as he placed Jordan on her feet. "I guess you've made a few guys lose track of their thoughts before? I can see where you might cause that reaction."

"I'm here because you've missed a lot of school," replied Ashley Summers as she blushed lightly at Steve's remark. "Your marks are excellent, but you're pretty far behind in written assignments in about all of your classes. Several of us teachers have been gently questioned about you and your performance in school.

"We were discussing it yesterday. We put our observations together and came up with the theory that a news reporter is trying to get some dirt on you. We think it's none other than Bill Hardy."

"I'm not surprised," stated Gwen. "He was such an ass when Steve was lost in that blizzard. It's almost like he wanted Steve to die so it would make more interesting news. I was pretty brutal with him when the reporters interviewed me at the hospital. What does this all mean? Will Steve fail, or not be allowed to graduate?"

"Most of his absences were a result of the terrorists' actions. No school board will hold those against him. But he missed a full week when you went to LA to do those TV shows. It all adds up to a lot of undone assignments and missed tests. We're afraid that Hardy will wait until graduation time and then 'expose' Steve's lack of participation in his classes. He could make it more difficult for the Naval Academy to accept Steve, or possibly cause Steve to have to attend summer school to graduate," revealed Ms. Summers.

"I don't have to tell you that all of the teachers are on Steve's side. He probably saved our lives when he took out those terrorists. If Steve agrees to it, I've volunteered to monitor the lessons, assignments, and tests that he's missed. The teachers will supply me with the needed materials and I'll supervise Steve, so the school can guarantee that everything was on the up and up. I will not skip any assignments or misrepresent any results. I will be swearing to this, and I won't do that unless Steve has accomplished his tasks. I hate to seem like an ungrateful bitch, but it's better for Steve in the long run."

"Ms. Summers, I wouldn't consider this suggestion if I thought for one second that you'd give me special treatment. I can't thank you enough for the offer. I'm willing to work as hard as it takes to catch up on my school work and ruin Hardy's parade," promised Steve. "I know this isn't exactly the way you'd want to spend your spare time. Thanks for thinking of me and helping me out."

"It's going to require a few hours a day after school. Are you prepared to put that much time into this? Gwen, you may have to help him with some of the studying, not to mention give up some of your together time with Steve. Are you on board with this? I don't see how it could work without you."

"Absolutely!" replied Gwen. "I want Steve to do well even more than I want to screw up Hardy's plans. I appreciate how much time you'll be giving up, even though there are worse things that spending a couple hours a day with this guy. I'll help any way I can."

The phone rang as Gwen was speaking, so Kate answered it. "Yes, this is the Anderson residence. This is Kate. Yes, Gwen is here. I'll get her."

Kate gently placed the receiver down and burst into a huge grin. "Gwen! It's the White House calling! I don't know what it's about, but the lady sounds very official."

Gwen showed her surprise as she went to the phone. Those gathered caught parts of her short conversation. They easily heard Gwen when she took a number and promised to call right back. She returned to the group with a huge smile on her face.

"On February 28th, the President of France is visiting the U.S. His youngest daughter has asked if she could meet Steve and me! Our presence is requested at a state dinner! The government will supply us first class tickets, and for Mom, Dad, Kate and Lisa! Can you make it, Steve, or do you have plans?" asked Gwen with a big grin. "I told them that I'd have to speak with you and call back."



Lady in Red Ch. 20



"I was planning to change the oil in my car. Then I thought that I'd rearrange my sock drawer," replied Steve with a frown. "I guess I could put that off, and make the dinner, but not without a little tweaking. If Lisa's invited, then the President should be happy to invite Jason Hunter.

"What do you think, Gwen? Will the White House mind if I add to the guest list of a state dinner? One other thing; Jordan Quick is practically a member of this family, so we can't leave her home alone. God only knows what sort of trouble she'd get into!"

"So you want to add two more guests to a state dinner for the French President? That sounds reasonable to me," agreed Gwen with a chuckle. "Just don't be upset if they tell us to forget the whole thing. I don't know much about political protocol, but I doubt that high school kids dictate the invitation list for a dinner for heads of state, but I could be wrong. I'll call the White House right now and tell them we want to add a couple people."

Ashley Summers sat in stunned silence as she watched two of her students discuss attending a state dinner at the White House for the French President, and then asking to alter the invitation list! She listened as Gwen made the call and spent several minutes in conversation.

"That woman drove a hard bargain. She agreed to adding two invitations, but in exchange, Jordan, Steve, and I have to perform at least one song each. And, we have to dance our 'Lady in Red' signature dance for the guests. Do you think I need to work on my negotiating skills? At least I didn't have to promise the President a dance, although I'd be honored."

"I'll have to call Lisa and let her know about this. She can meet us at the airport. She'll be pleased when she hears that Steve thought to invite Jason. At least we all know where to get our gowns for the evening," sighed Paula. "My life was never this exciting before Gwen met Steve. I can't wait to call and tell Ted that he's going to a state dinner at the White House. That'll cause some talk around the old water cooler at his office! Are we going Saturday morning or Friday night?"

"This makes my news about Steve catching up on his courses seem pretty banal," admitted Ms. Summers. "If I hadn't been here, I never would have believed that things like this can happen. We've got four students going to a state dinner at the White House! How cool is that?"

"Will I get to French kiss anybody?" wondered Kate as everyone stood up to leave. "Will we have French Fries? French toast? Anyone have anything to add?"

True to his word, Steve stayed three hours after school Thursday and Friday. Then he spent the weekend working with Ms. Summers. Late Saturday afternoon Steve took her to dinner at Marsh's Landing. Billy, Charlotte and Gwen met him there.

"Thanks so much for suggesting this, Steve! I haven't been out to dinner in quite some time. You kids are very kind to hang out with an old teacher. I never thought we'd be so far through the material by this time. If we work tomorrow and after school next week, I think you'll be all caught up."

"Ms. Summers, you're the hottest teacher in the whole school!!" blurted Billy. "You look young enough to be a student. We sure don't feel like we're hanging with old folks. You're a real fox!"

Charlotte turned to Billy in surprise. "Where did that come from? You're the guy that's too shy to talk to girls and now you're making all kinds of inappropriate remarks to my English teacher? What's gotten into you?"

"It's funny what getting shot and almost dying can do to a guy. I don't feel afraid like I used to feel. I spent a lot of time thinking about my life and what I would do differently, if I lived to do it. I decided to be more honest and outgoing, but I apologize to you, Ms. Summers, if I was inappropriate. I was just telling you my opinion."

"I can see where Charlotte might worry about your enthusiastic compliment to a teacher, but I'm also a female. And girls like to hear compliments. I thank you, Billy, for voicing such a high opinion of my charms. Now if I can get some slightly older, single guy to notice me, I'll be all set."

"I don't think that'll be a hard sell," laughed Steve. "Billy was pretty blunt, but he was spot on in his opinion. I can't think of any reason you aren't out on a date every night. You're very easy on the eye; you're smart, have a good job and stay in great shape. We're going to have to keep our eyes open for some lucky guy that we can introduce to you."

"I agree about keeping an eye open for a suitable date for Ms. Summers, but you'd better dial back your obvious appreciation of her charms a little, or the school board will have a whole new issue with you," suggested Gwen. "We all admit our English teacher is hot, but we can't be discussing it in public like this. We've all heard the news reports about predatory teachers and the trouble they get into. Do her a favor. Do not treat her like a regular girl, at least not until we graduate."

"Thank you for that. I do have to maintain a professional relationship with my students, especially the ones that think I'm hot," chuckled Ms. Summers. "I've worked too hard to get my position to lose it over a misunderstanding, or a bad decision. All that being said, I consider you kids to be friends and I appreciate your desire to help my love life, but I think I'd rather handle that myself. Matchmaking is not easy, nor often successful."

"Well, Steve did get Coach to date Laura and they seem to be getting along very well," admitted Gwen. "Of course Laura stated flat out that she was interested in him, so it was a no brainer."

"Which made me qualified for the job," laughed Steve. "Ms. Summers, we're your friends and we'll not cause you any embarrassment. We'll keep our eyes open though."

The next week went quickly for Steve. By Thursday evening, Ashley Summers declared him totally caught up in all of his assignments and tests. Friday evening, the entourage from Sparta headed for Washington D.C. They met Lisa at their gate at the local airport.

"I received a call from the agency a little while ago. They said that I have the job! They asked when I'd be able to start. I told them I was attending a state dinner for the French President this weekend, but my schedule would be open after that. I only have a couple months left of school for the semester. I could hear the woman's surprise over the phone. Their new model is dining with the President of the United States!

"I know it's all because of Steve and Gwen and all the amazing stuff they've been doing, but it still feels pretty good. I'm just glad Steve saw Gwen with her nose in a book that day at the mall. Look what it started!"

"I knew Gwen was smart the way she played hard to get with Steve," asserted Kate. "She made him work to be her boyfriend. I thought she was nuts for turning him down at the time. I really thought that she should've jumped into bed with him at the mattress place at the mall that day. She'd never been on a date, this amazingly gorgeous hunk asks her out to a dance, and she declines! The results prove that she's way smarter than me."

"I wasn't smart, or playing hard to get. I was petrified. Why would a guy like Steve ask a girl like me to a dance? I thought it might be a bet, or a joke. I still can't believe that he focused in on me like he did and put up with so much to stay with me. I can't really explain it, but I'm sure not going to argue with it. He's my guy now!" declared Gwen as she clutched Steve's arm to her chest.

"I was too dumb to realize that Gwen was way out of my league. I was new to the area and thought I'd take a chance. I was just starting to get over my father dying and only having Uncle Joe. When I saw Gwen I knew I had to try. She had me from that first moment I saw her."

Jordan had been listening closely to the banter. "You saw her sitting at the mall reading a book? You asked her out and she refused? She'd never even been on a date before and she refused to go to a dance with you? Every girl in the country will be wondering why the hell they weren't the one sitting at that table, reading some dumb book!"

"Tell me about it!" exclaimed Kate. "I can't stop thinking about that day. I was at the mall, shopping with Mom when we come around the corner and see this amazing guy chatting Gwen up. Then we find out later that she turned down a date with him! I felt like smacking her. But, as I said, she's way smarter than I am. Look how it worked out. The guy's spending his spare time in her bed now. To think I was that close to having Steve for my boyfriend. I'd be the one screaming so loud the neighbors could hear me!"

"Not before you're eighteen, and any boy will have to have the same qualities as Steve," pointed out Paula with a smile. "And the screaming has subsided lately and I want it to remain that way."

"The same qualities as Steve? I'll be a virgin forever!" moaned Kate. "All I have to do is find a super athletic, great dancing hero that sings, and happens to save lives in his spare time? Just where do you suggest I start looking for this amazing guy, Mom?"

"Maybe you should start reading books at the mall?" suggested Jordan with a grin.

Jason was waiting at the hotel when the Anderson party arrived. He was beaming as he shook hands with Steve. "I'll never live this down! All the other cadets were stunned when they heard I was invited to a state dinner. Then I showed them a picture of Lisa and they really hated me! I'll help save your life anytime if this is how you repay me! It's got to help my career, unless I do something really stupid," offered Jason.

Steve had his own room in the luxury hotel not far from the White House. Ted made it abundantly clear that there would be no visiting men's rooms by any of his daughters, or Jordan since she was living under his roof. No one argued the point.

Jordan, Steve, and Gwen had to rehearse in the afternoon with the orchestra that would be playing at the dinner. Steve had never heard such good musicians. He felt a little intimidated, but thought about Billy's statement. Being shot does change a man's perspective. He'd do his best and let the chips fall where they may.

The entire entourage was driven to the White House well before the actual dinner. Guests would attend a cocktail hour before dinner. Ted had strongly warned his entire group that there would be no drinking of alcohol. He demanded that everyone be alert and polite. This was the White House, after all!

Steve was quickly separated from Gwen and the others. He mentally compared the male guests to vultures as they circled Jordan, Lisa, Kate, and Gwen. Jason hung pretty close to Lisa. The women were absolutely beautiful in gowns of Amber's design. Paula surprised Steve with how young and attractive she appeared. It was obvious from whom the Anderson sisters inherited their good looks.

Steve found himself being introduced to ladies of all ages. They all seemed to be eager to speak to him. Many used their phones to get pictures of Steve standing with them. He quickly realized that he would never remember the names of the many women to whom he had been introduced, so he decided to focus on the important ones, and they would be French.

Then there was silence and President Hanson and his wife were announced, along with the President D'Anjou, his wife and daughter. The President personally introduced President D'Anjou to his guests, who were mostly politicians, with a few A-list celebrities tossed into the mix. Steve found his way back to be with Gwen and her family when the President reached them.

Steve was impressed that the President remembered all the names in his group. Then he noticed a tall man with a thing in his ear standing behind the president. He would whisper to the president quite often. President Hanson even hugged Gwen and congratulated her on Steve's return and recovery. Then he shook Steve's hand and introduced him to President D'Anjou, his wife Colette, and daughter Michelle.

Steve stunned Gwen when he spoke fluent French to President D'Anjou and his family. It was obvious that the D'Anjou's daughter and wife were very pleased that Steve was able to speak French. Once their group was away from the President, Paula, Gwen, Jordan, and Kate were all over Steve.

"You never told me you spoke French!" stated Gwen with some annoyance. "Why do you keep trying to surprise, or embarrass me? How hard would it have been to tell me that you spoke Farsi and French? Are there any other languages you know that you're not telling me? Look at your face! There are, aren't there?"

"I do have a pretty good command of Russian, and I know some Spanish," admitted Steve reluctantly. "I was just trying to surprise you. I thought you'd be proud of me for being able to speak to them in French. I didn't realize that I'd upset you. I apologize."

"Russian? When was I going to find that out? When we got to Moscow? You keep hiding things from me and it's embarrassing. You never said that you could sing, play the piano, or the guitar. Tell me now; are there any more instruments that you play?" demanded Gwen.

"I do alright on the drums, but I haven't played them in over a year. I don't like to sound like I'm a pompous ass by telling you the things I can do. I thought I was being modest."

"I'm pissed at you, Steve! I won't let it ruin the evening, but your habit of keeping things from me is going to be a very real problem if you don't stop doing it right now. Either you trust me or you don't. Secrets are not good for a relationship," stated Gwen with emotion before she turned and walked away.

"Gwen's right, you know," scolded Jordan after Gwen left. "You don't play tricks like that on family and loved ones. I'm pissed, too, and I'm not your girlfriend. You knew we were going to meet French people and you neglected to mention that you speak French. That sucks."

"I thought it was kind of cool, but I guess from the look that Mom's giving me, I was the only one," added Kate. "Gwen will get over it pretty fast, but she sure doesn't like not knowing things about you, and then being surprised in public situations. I can understand that."

Eventually it was announced that the heads of state were heading downstairs and a formal receiving line would begin. Steve was worried about how to proceed. Should he tag along with Gwen's family when she was so upset with him, or just go down alone? Then he felt an arm slide against his hand.

"Just because I'm a little pissed at you it doesn't mean that I don't love you. It certainly doesn't mean that I'm going to leave you alone with all of these stars and politician's daughters looking at you like lions look at raw meat," explained Gwen as she joined Steve to head down the stairs.

Steve and Gwen were shown their table, where Gwen's family had already found their places. Steve was going to sit between Gwen and Jordan. When the president and his guests took their seats, everyone else sat down. If distance from the head table indicated importance, the Anderson table was the bottom of the totem pole, as they were farther from the head table than any other group.

"It doesn't look like we rate too high in the pecking order, but we're here, and that's still way cool!" declared Kate. "I shook the President's hand. Not many kids can say that!"

There were a couple short speeches after the five course meal was finished. Both presidents were gracious in their praise for the other. Steve, Gwen, and Jordan were led out of the room. They quickly prepared for their performances. Jordan went first and sang her biggest hit. Gwen and Steve became more nervous when they heard how incredible Jordan sounded.

"My God! She can sing! We should have had her go last. That's going to be a very hard act to follow. I hope I don't screw this up. I'm glad you're going next," admitted Gwen.

Steve was a little nervous when he stepped on the stage with the orchestra. He glanced their way and then sat at the piano. President D'Anjou's daughter, Michelle, had requested that he sing the Elvis song he had performed to Gwen the first time he was on live TV. Once he started playing, Steve looked at his audience and then focused on Michelle D'Anjou. By the time he made it past 'Wise men say only fools rush in' she gave him a huge smile and then started wiping tears of joy from her eyes. Steve finished to a round of loud applause, bowed, and left the stage.

"Thanks a lot! That's even harder to follow!" complained Gwen as she passed Steve to take her place on the stage. Steve turned to watch her from the wings. The orchestra began and Gwen stood radiantly waiting for her place to begin. Everyone knew the song 'My Heart Will Go On' from the movie 'Titanic', but never heard it the way Gwen sang it that evening.

Steve was spellbound as he watched and listened to Gwen perform. He felt himself becoming very emotional. How did he find such a talented, incredible woman? He felt humbled and extremely grateful.

Gwen poured everything she had into her song after hearing Jordan and Steve. She was determined to not be outdone by the other great performances. Paula and Kate sat in awe as Gwen delivered an amazing effort. They had heard her sing many times, but never heard her deliver a song with the emotion and range she demonstrated that evening in Washington.

When Gwen finished, the audience was silent for a few seconds and then broke into a standing ovation. Gwen smiled and bowed a couple times in appreciation. Still the applause continued. Blushing, Gwen bowed once again and then left the stage.

Jordan had joined Steve as he listened to Gwen from backstage. Tears were streaming down Jordan's cheeks by the time Gwen reached them. Gwen hugged Steve and then hugged Jordan. Then the girls each took one of Steve's hands and headed back to their table. The applause had died down, but began again when the trio came back into the state dining room. Steve and Jordan stepped away from Gwen and applauded her along with the rest of the audience. Gwen blushed again and then went over to hug Lisa, Kate, Paula and Ted. Finally it was quiet enough for the orchestra to start playing.

Steve found himself dancing the first dance with Michelle D'Anjou. She was a very pretty dark haired girl of seventeen. She danced gracefully and Steve enjoyed the dance tremendously. They spoke in French as they danced around the room, oblivious to cameras and reporters. It was the first of several dances Steve would enjoy with the young French beauty.

"My daughter is very fond of you," smiled Colette D'Anjou as he led her to the dance floor. "She's been following your exploits, Steve. You were all she could talk about for the past week. After she danced with you, she told me that she could die happy. She told me that she thinks you're a very strong, handsome American. I have to agree.

"Thank you for coming tonight, and for singing. You've made her a very happy girl, which makes me a very happy mother. Your girlfriend was surprised when you spoke French to us at the reception. I could tell. Were you able to placate her ire? It isn't wise to surprise your lover with unknown skills in public situations. I trust that she made that clear to you?"

"Madam, you must be a mind reader. She was annoyed. She set me straight and then forgave me. She's pretty special."

"You seem to have surrounded yourself with beautiful women. Mother, daughters, and even the troubled Jordan Quick, all have that look when you're near them. Now my daughter has the same look, and I will as well, if this dance doesn't end soon."

Steve was kept busy dancing all evening. He thought it amusing that some guy with an earpiece would constantly suggest who Steve should ask next. It was apparent that someone was paying close attention to the guests and their enjoyment of the night. He escorted politicians' daughters and wives out to the floor, as well as a few of the daughters of some large donors to the president's campaign.




Lady in Red Ch. 20



Gwen was in even greater demand. Men of all ages waited for their opportunity to dance with her. Steve finally found himself with Jordan and he whisked her onto the floor.

"This has been the best night of my life! I'm so glad that Clyde knew you and Gwen and talked me into going with you guys. I'm getting some good press and my career is back on track. Better than that is the fact that my head is finally on straight and I have a couple of amazing friends that I love. I never realized it until tonight, but you and Gwen are the first people I've ever loved, beside my mother and she ruined that. It's okay that I love you, isn't it?"

"Jordan, it's my honor to love and be loved by such a talented, beautiful, accomplished woman. We'll never let anything happen to our friendship, okay? I'll do about anything for a friend."

"Anything, but the one thing I would like the most from you, but that's okay. I love Gwen and respect her way too much to ever try to anything that would hurt her. I feel like we're sisters now, right down to being crazy about her boyfriend. Thanks for everything," whispered Jordan as she reached up to briefly kiss Steve's lips as the song ended.

Finally, Gwen and Steve managed to find each other and the orchestra quickly began playing 'Lady in Red'. Steve was unable to take his eyes off Gwen's as he led her around the dance floor. For the second dance in a row, Steve received a gentle kiss as the song ended.

Gwen was smiling as she and Steve received some applause. Soon President Hanson and President D'Anjou were at their side, congratulating them. Steve responded in French and President Hanson noticed.

"Steve is fluent in English, Farsi, French, Russian and even speaks some Spanish," smiled Gwen as she arched an eyebrow at Steve. "He's sometimes hesitant to talk about his amazing accomplishments, but he's going to be working for you next year, so you may as well know what a rare treasure you'll have on your payroll. The Naval Academy is getting its money's worth with Steve."

The music began and Gwen was escorted to the dance floor by President Hanson. Steve was politely directed toward the first lady, so he quickly asked her to dance. She gave him a big smile and joined him on the floor.

"Young man, my husband has mentioned you a few times, always favorably. I've seen most of the videos of you and your adventures. I understand that you're branching out into music and television. Your performance this evening was fantastic, by the way.

"You'll be attending the Naval Academy, so my husband will be able to call on you if we have need for a talented singer or very good dancer at one of these affairs. President D'Anjou isn't the only world leader with a teenage daughter. May I assume that you would be willing to help out your country by escorting a young lady at one of these events? I'll speak to your girlfriend about it, if you're willing. It would make my job so much easier if I know you're close by and willing to serve your country in such a difficult manner."

Steve managed to dance with Kate shortly after his dance with the first lady. "Did you see me dance with that senator? Then some rich guy's son got a little too close and I had to tell him to back off. I was surprised that you missed it since it seems like you're always around when some jerk tries to take liberties with me. I saw you ready to back up Dad and Uncle Will that night those guys grabbed Stephanie and me. You're a great big brother!" finished Kate as she reached up and kissed Steve lightly on the lips.

Steve left Kate with Ted and then escorted her mother out to the dance floor. "Paula, you are absolutely stunning! Ted has to be extremely proud of his family tonight. His has the best looking ladies here. I can see why he fell in love with you."

"You should be proud, too. Look at all you've accomplished in the few months you've been in Sparta. You've changed our lives, as well as saved them a few times. You've drawn Gwen out of her shell and she's beginning to reach her potential. She sang so well tonight! I'm so proud of her for so many reasons, but the biggest reason is what you and Gwen have done together.

"I trust you with my daughter. I don't have to tell you that our girls mean everything to us. To allow Gwen to sleep with you is a huge compliment to you both. We never had a son, but you're everything we'd want him to be. We couldn't be prouder of you, even if you were our own son. I think you know how I feel about you. It's part motherly and part ... well, not very motherly. I'm so happy for Gwen, for you, and for us. Lisa's modeling opportunity would never have happened if not for you. She knows that and she loves you dearly. You already know how she feels about you. Thanks for being so honorable and kind to my daughters, and to me. I'm just so happy for my family and for having you part of it!"

A few dances later, Steve found himself being directed to Michelle D'Anjou for another dance. She beamed as he took her in his arms. "Would it be possible for you and Gwen to come to Paris sometime soon? We have many events we could invite you to attend if you could make it. I could send you a list and you could select a date and event that you could attend. I asked my parents and they said they would love to have you come. I would show you Paris and show you off to my friends. We've been watching the videos of the amazing things you have done. We all love your singing and dancing, too. I'll be watching the video of this very dance when I get back home. You are such a good dancer!"

"I can't be certain if we can visit, but I'll speak to Gwen and we'll do our very best. We'd be honored to be your guests in Paris! It's so nice of you to invite us. Please send me the list of dates, and thank your parents for us," insisted Steve.

Steve managed to pry Lisa away from Jason for a dance near the end of the evening. "Steve, he's such a great guy. He wants me to be his guest for commencement in the spring. I think I'm falling for him. He likes you and doesn't seem jealous that I love you so much. Do you mind if I fall in love with him?"

"Part of me hates to give you up, but all of me wants you to be as happy as possible. He seems like the real deal, he's from a good family, he'll soon be an officer in the US Army, and he's head over heels in love with you. If he's the guy, I'll be delighted for you. I'll be holding your baby daughters in my arms someday. I know they'll be beautiful and wrap me around their little fingers. Just don't expect me to change diapers!"

"Steve, we're not anywhere near planning a family, or even getting married! He's got a lot of work in front of him to prove he's the one for me, but he's got a good start. His career and my schooling and modeling will keep us apart a lot. But you know all about that with Gwen. You two will be a continent apart for a long time. She'll never betray you, Steve. You know that!"

Steve managed to claim Gwen for the last dance of the night."We've been invited to Paris by Michelle. She'd like us to attend a state event as her guests and then show us Paris."

"I bet she'd like to show you more than Paris," suggested Gwen. "She doesn't conceal her admiration for you very well. But then, I've been invited to several hotel rooms and a few cities myself this evening. A few months ago I couldn't get a date and now I have rich and powerful men trying to get into my little panties. I'm afraid I'm becoming jaded about Washington already. Why would I be interested in any of those guys when I have you?"

"You wouldn't! Just don't forget that. We're both going to have temptations thrown our way, especially when our TV shows air and our fifteen minutes of fame peaks. Then there's the fact that you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," observed Steve sincerely.

Gwen smiled and moved closer to Steve and placed her head on his shoulder. She stayed that way for the rest of the dance and when it ended, she kissed him passionately.

The ride back to the hotel was a happy occasion with everyone recounting what they enjoyed the most about the evening. "I can now say that I danced with the President of the United States and I kissed my boyfriend in the White House," boasted Gwen.

"Not to burst your bubble, Gwen, but we all kissed your boyfriend in the White House. Even your mom gave him a quick smack," laughed Jordan. "Not to mention a few debutantes and femme fatales!"

At the hotel, Jason and Lisa told Ted and Paula that they were going to spend a little time in the hotel bar, and then headed off in that direction. As the rest of the group made their way to the elevators, Gwen noticed two men and a woman leave the elevator as she approached it. The lady had tears running down her cheeks, while the two men remained very close behind her as she slowly walked toward the front door.

Gwen heard one of the men speak to the lady. It wasn't in English, but the lady sobbed as she increased her pace. Then Steve suddenly stepped in front of the woman, barring her progress. He began speaking to her, but not in English! Gwen found it surprising, but not nearly as surprising as the reaction by the woman's two companions.

The big man on the woman's left suddenly lifted a gun he had managed to conceal from everyone behind the woman's back. Then he swung it toward Steve! The gun exploded, but not before Steve had reacted by striking the man's arm as he brought the weapon into play. Gwen heard a familiar, but sickening thud as the second man grunted and collapsed. Steve again struck the gunman's arm at the wrist and the weapon slid across the marble floor.

Kate and Paula screamed as they watched in horror. Jordan stepped up to the frightened woman and helped support her as she trembled and shook. Meanwhile, Steve and the big gunman were engaged in titanic struggle.

Steve had observed the same things that Gwen had, but he had the advantage of understanding what the man told the lady that upset her so badly. He had threatened to kill her if she made any sudden moves. It was immediately obvious that the woman was being forced against her will, so Steve stepped in front of her and spoke to her in Russian.

"Are you alright, Ma'am? Are these men bothering you?" was as far as he got before the larger man swung his weapon toward Steve. Luckily Steve's friends were on the man's left. Steve quickly acted to prevent the weapon from being brought to bear. He stiff-armed the man's wrist just before the gun fired, sending a bullet into the second man. Steve immediately hammered the wrist of the gunman a second time and the Makarov was sent sliding across the floor. Then the man struck Steve in the eye with his other hand.

Steve staggered back slightly and shook his head to clear it. The man advanced and Steve slammed a fist into the man's chest. The other man backed off a little and eyed Steve before swinging a leg at him. Steve stepped close, rendering the kick fairly harmless. As he stepped in, Steve brought a hard right up into the man's chin. That blow would have ended most fights, but it only served to enrage his opponent.

Steve took two quick lefts to his head, before covering and backing up. The two men circled for a few seconds. Then the man feinted with his right and again brought his left around. Steve had been rocked by the two quick lefts the man had delivered and knew he didn't want to absorb another, so he again stepped in close to his adversary. The left hand bounced off his shoulder as Steve drove his right into the man's throat as hard as he could. Amazingly, the man did not go down as Steve expected! He did clutch his throat and stagger back.

Steve knew that he needed to end the battle while he still could. He was facing a well trained, very dangerous opponent, so he held nothing back as his right leg swung around and his heel connected with the big man's jaw. The man was unconscious before he hit the floor. Then Steve became aware of his surroundings and the panic the shooting and struggle had generated.

He wiped the blood from his nose and mouth with the back of his hand and turned to see if Gwen and her family were okay. Gwen was suddenly in front of him with some sort of cloth that she placed against his nose. Then she took his battered hand and led him to a stuffed chair and made him sit down.

Paula, Ted, and Kate had witnessed the entire event and stood in shock, unmoving and speechless. Jordan led the crying woman Steve had rescued from the two thugs to another chair and coaxed her to take a seat. Satisfied that Steve was alright, Gwen returned to the man that had been shot. He was stretched out on the floor moaning as blood began to pool under him.

She kneeled down, opened the man's shirt and looked closely at the wound. She quickly determined that the man was in serious trouble as she looked around for something to use as a bandage. That was when a bellhop approached her with a large first aid kit. Wasting no time, she had the hop assist her in pressing bandages against the wound and then run wrap around his torso to hold it in place. As she finished, numerous emergency sirens could be heard approaching the hotel.

Two policemen burst into the lobby with guns drawn, carefully taking in the scene. One approached the prone man by Gwen, while the other one held his gun on Steve as he ordered him down on the floor.

Steve raised his arms and dropped to his knees. Then he laid face down with his hands behind his back. He was quickly cuffed. Paramedics suddenly appeared and replaced Gwen as they prepared the wounded man for transport. Two more paramedics began to treat the big man that Steve had stretched out on the marble floor.

Steve was pulled to his feet as Gwen rushed over to protest the actions of the police. "He's not a criminal! He just saved this woman's life! You've got the wrong guy!"

"Gwen, stop worrying about me and warn those paramedics about that guy. If they bring him around, he'll be dangerous as hell. He should be cuffed first."

Even as Steve spoke, the big man responded to the care of the paramedics by sitting up, although they urged him to remain on the floor. The man reminded Steve of a wounded bull as he swung his head around trying to make sense of his situation. Suddenly he focused on the woman Jordan had been assisting. He lunged to his feet, cursed in Russian, and rushed toward the woman.

The police had been caught by surprise. They were reluctant to fire their weapons now with so many people in such close proximity. As he neared the terrified lady, Steve's heel once again connected with the man's head.

"Jesus!" exclaimed one of the cops as the big man once again dropped to the floor. "You have your hands cuffed behind your back! How in hell could you do that?"

The unconscious man was manacled and shackled before he was treated again. Police officers stood watch with tasers ready as Paramedics again went to work on the him. Before they managed to strap him to the gurney, the officers did have to use their tasers on him.

By this time, the lobby was crammed with police and a few reporters. Then some men wearing FBI jackets appeared on the scene, along with two important looking civilians. The civilians were a middle aged man and a young woman. They rushed to the side of the weeping lady that Jordan had been helping.

They began asking questions in Russian, but the woman was too shaken to respond beyond sobbing harder. "She was being taken outside by two men when we met her in the lobby. She was obviously in distress and the bigger man threatened to kill her if she didn't cooperate. I persuaded the men to leave her alone. That's pretty much what happened," finished Steve in fluent Russian.

"If you helped her, why are you handcuffed? Did you shoot the one man and beat the other? Who are you? Are you Russian?" demanded the man.

"Father! He's Steve Hammer! The American that shot those terrorists in his school!" exclaimed the young woman excitedly. "He's an American hero! This girl is 'The Lady in Red'! They are both heroes in America."

Gwen had been cleaning the blood from Steve's face as she waited for the facts to be sorted out by the police. She didn't understand what Steve told the couple, but she understood Steve's name when the girl recognized him. Then the girl turned to Gwen.

"It's an honor to meet 'The Lady in Red', Ms. Anderson," stated the young woman in flawless English. "It appears that you two have somehow saved my mother's life. The two men trying to abduct my mother were probably Chechen rebels."

A police officer approached Steve with an FBI agent behind him. "I apologize, Mr. Hammer, for the misunderstanding. We had a situation here and our men felt it was better to err on the side of caution. I'll un-cuff you right now."

"The side of caution? That maniac wasn't restrained when he jumped up and tried to attack this lady for the second time. With his hands cuffed behind his back, Steve was still the only man here with the guts, reflexes, and the ability to keep the creep from hurting this woman. He just came from a state dinner with the President of the United States! He's wearing a tuxedo! He saved this lady from rebel terrorists and he wound up handcuffed by the police. Then he saved her again!" ranted Gwen as her indignation at the treatment of her boyfriend increased.

"Gwen! These are the good guys. They didn't know what had happened when they arrived. They acted in the best interests of everyone concerned. Thanks, officer. That feels better."

Everyone in the Anderson entourage had to give statements to the FBI and the D.C. police about what they witnessed. It was after 3 AM before they were allowed to return to their rooms. Jason and Lisa had rejoined the group shortly after the police had arrived. Jason shook his head as he looked at Steve.

"You're one butt ugly, pretty boy," he laughed. "Every time we meet, there's blood all over your face, knots on your head, and at least one eye all black and sore looking. I just don't know what Gwen sees in you."

"Your dad and I think you'd better take care of that guy of yours tonight," whispered Paula to Gwen as they walked down the hall to their rooms. "You seem to spend a lot of time taking care of him, but he's worth it!"

Steve woke up a few hours later with Gwen snuggled next to him. She had insisted that he shower before turning in and she was very thorough in getting all the blood off his body. Tired and naked, they tumbled into bed and quickly fell asleep. The phone in his room rang and Steve answered it as Gwen roused from a deep sleep.

"Steve? Mom said to let you know that we're all meeting downstairs for breakfast in half an hour. She also said that she doesn't want Gwen screaming in the hotel, so save your appetite for the breakfast bar. Actually, I just made that part up!" laughed Kate. "See you guys in half an hour."

Steve had donned a pair of slacks and was looking for his shirt when he heard a knock on the door. Thinking it was probably Kate, or Jordan, he opened it. There was a gasp as he found himself looking at the daughter of the Russian woman he had assisted the previous evening. Behind her were two very capable looking men in dark suits.

"Please wait in the hall, gentlemen. I'll only be a few minutes," promised the young woman as she stepped into Steve's room. "I see that you carry some bruises from your battle with that awful man. Your eye is almost black and your have marks on your torso from his fists.

"I came here this morning to personally thank you for saving my mother. I'm Varvara Suchkov. My father, Anatoly, is a deputy ambassador here in Washington. He used to be in the military and was stationed in Chechnya. He was in command of an outpost not far from the border with Russia. The Chechen Rebels are trying to avenge any and all transgressions they believe they have suffered at the hands of Russia over the last hundred years. They have abducted, tortured and killed family and friends of Russian leaders and military over the past several years.




Lady in Red Ch. 20



"They told my mother, Galina, that they were going to do unspeakable things to her, then behead her and send her head to my father. You bravely prevented that from happening. My father, mother, and I are very grateful. We'd like to have you as our guests for dinner at the Russian Embassy."

Gwen had quietly entered the room from the bathroom as Varvara was speaking to Steve. Varvara happened to notice Gwen standing to the side and smiled at her. Gwen had not known there was anyone with them and had come out to finish dressing. She was wearing only a bra and panties.

"Your lady friend is included, of course. She's very lovely. You are a lucky man to have such a beautiful lover!"

Gwen blushed at the term 'lover' but stepped next to Steve and smiled. "You are very gracious! We are leaving Washington shortly, but perhaps sometime in the future? We have been doing a lot of traveling lately and may be back before too long. Can we exchange contact numbers and email addresses? We're hoping to visit Paris this year and we might layover in Washington. If we do, we'll try to get together. Please thank your parents for us."

After Varvara left, Gwen wrapped her arms around Steve's neck and asked, "Doesn't it seem odd that she thinks that we're 'lovers', but we've never had sex, at least not completely? How are we going to remedy that situation?"

"I hear that Paris is lovely in the springtime," replied Steve as he cupped Gwen's butt cheeks and pulled her close. "I'm thinking we should visit Michelle and take care of our embarrassing problems with virginity in the City of Light."

"I like the way you think! That's so romantic! It makes the waiting actually seem to make sense. When we get home, I'm going to check our schedules and see when we can go. If we stay at your French girlfriend's castle or whatever they live in, we'll only have to spring for airfare."

Paula noticed how radiant Gwen was as she and Steve sat down for breakfast. "I'm almost afraid to ask, but do you look especially happy this morning? Steve has the makings of a shiner and you have a smile that lights up the place."

"Well, we were thinking about going to Paris in the spring, if you must know, Mother," laughed Gwen. "We were invited by the first family of France to visit and attend any of a number of events that constantly happen in government. It would be a very romantic trip."

"Oh, yeah!" blurted Kate. "Romantic! Like a trial honeymoon romantic? I guess there's no sense asking if I can go, too. Those French guys seem to like me pretty well. At least they did last night at that dinner."

"We'll have plenty of time to discuss that when we get home," suggested Paula. "You two probably haven't read the papers or watched any TV this morning. I have a couple papers here with me. Look at the headlines."

Gwen picked up the first paper her mother handed to her. 'Hammer Time!' was in bold print over a picture of Steve with blood on his face. The second paper had 'Nailed by Hammer!' in large letters over a picture of the unconscious man with whom Steve fought.

"This story made the networks this morning. Your favorite reporter, Bill Hardy, was here a little while ago. He was asking where you two were. I told him that you were in the bathroom and that Steve was on his way down to join us. I don't like the guy any better than you do," admitted Paula.

"I can't believe the way you fought that bad guy!" chimed in Kate. "He was a big, tough guy and you mopped the floor with his sorry butt! When you kicked him in the head with your hands cuffed behind your back, I thought the police were going to crap their pants. If you hadn't taken that guy out again, he would have badly hurt or killed that lady right in front of everyone. You were so cool!"

The group was in the middle of breakfast when Bill Hardy approached their table with a cameraman and interrupted Steve as he was speaking to Jason. "So how did you know that man was a threat to the deputy Russian ambassador's wife? Did you have to be so rough? I understand that he's suffered a broken jaw and needs facial surgery. You're involved in a lot of violent acts."

"We're having breakfast and you were NOT invited to join us," stated Gwen coldly. "Please leave right now."

"You've got a lot of nerve for a high school kid!" snapped Hardy. "I can make or break you, so you'd better learn to keep your mouth shut unless I ask you a question. I'm ready to do an interview right now. I may not be here in ten minutes."

Jason knew instantly that Steve would take strong offense to Hardy's treatment of Gwen and jumped to his feet just in time to place himself between Steve and Hardy. "Not a good idea, Steve! He's got it coming, but it'll ruin you with the Academy! You've got to learn to never let assholes get under your skin."

After stopping Steve's advance, Jason turned to Hardy. "You, Sir, are a complete asshole. Excuse my language ladies. You are interrupting what was a very pleasant breakfast. If you don't leave us immediately, I'll call the manager and insist that you be removed."

"Do you know who you're talking to?" demanded Hardy. "I'm the fucking anchor for CBC! You can't have me removed, but I can destroy your career, once I find out who the hell you are!"

By that time the hotel's manager appeared next to Jason and asked, "Is there a problem, Gentlemen?"

"My group is trying to enjoy a leisurely breakfast with friends and family. Mr. Hardy is neither invited, nor wanted. He is cursing in front of ladies and minors and pretty much ruining our enjoyment of our meal," stated Jason smoothly. "Either you remove him immediately, or be assured that we'll leave this hotel as soon as possible, and we'll never return. The choice is yours."

"Mr. Hardy, I have to ask you to please leave these fine people alone while they have breakfast. This hotel will not allow anyone to insult or badger our guests," stated the manager emphatically as he nodded to hotel security.

Hardy started to protest, but he was quickly hustled out of the dining area by the two security men while the manager offered his apologies. "I'm sorry this happened. Breakfast will be on the hotel this morning. Please consider using our services again when you are in our city."

"Sir, you've just gained us as loyal customers for life!" effused Gwen. "I'm serious about that. I know Hardy can cause you trouble, but you did the right thing and we appreciate your efforts. I think we may find ourselves in this city quite a few times in the future and this'll be our hotel when we are. Steve's going to be a Midshipman in the fall, so he won't be far away and if he's nearby, I'll be visiting on a regular basis. Thanks so much!"

"Gwen, did you see how quickly Jason stepped in and prevented Steve from getting into trouble with that awful reporter? He's another guy that thinks and acts fast. I thought he handled that situation perfectly," stated Lisa proudly.

"Lisa, he's a really good guy and he did keep Steve from getting into trouble. Steve has to learn he can't muscle every guy that insults me, or my family. Thanks so much, Jason!"

Several hours later, as the Andersons, Jordan, and Steve were boarding their flight home, Kate suddenly turned to Steve. "If the pilot has a heart attack or something, is it safe to assume that you know how to land this jet?"



Lady in Red Ch. 21



On the drive home from the airport, Gwen received a call from Amber Stahl. They spoke for quite a while before Gwen placed her phone back in her purse.

"Amber wants to interview us about our trip to DC. She was upset last week when we told her about our trip and her station wouldn't send her to cover it. They felt that the heavy hitters, like Bill Hardy would have the thing covered. Channel 5 is an affiliate of the CBC network. Their world and national news is anchored by Hardy. Amber tells me that the station wishes now that it had sent her to cover us.

"She said her news director heard the rumor that Hardy clashed with us this morning and was escorted from the hotel. The local station was disappointed that it didn't have more coverage of Saturday night. They told Amber that she'd be traveling with us when we went to any significant events from now on. Her interview tomorrow will be replayed, at least in part, on the network's morning show. She's going to meet us at the school a little early. She thought it would be good backdrop while she asked us questions.

"She wants Kate, Jordan, and us to be available for the interview. She's going to ask about that encounter you had with that Chechen, so be ready for that. I'll probably tell her about our invitation to Paris, unless you have an objection, Steve." 

"I'm going to be on TV! What should I wear? What will she ask me? What if I sound stupid? Mom, you have to record it for me!" insisted Kate.

"Go ahead and tell her about Paris. She'll be excited about that trip," agreed Steve before whispering, "Don't mention our personal plans!"

Just then, Steve's phone rang and he spent the next few minutes in conversation. When it was over, Steve filled Gwen in on the discussion. "That was Nick Fallen. He said that they worked hard to finish the TV movie ahead of schedule so that they could broadcast it next month. The network wants to strike while the iron's hot. He said with the terrorist attack, my walk in the blizzard, and the minor melee at the hotel last night have all combined to make the iron very hot. There's talk of a sequel and HBO is interested this time. Nick suggested that we hold out for more money since HBO will be involved and they have more viewers, and more cash."

The next morning saw Amber's news van parked in front of the school. Students gathered to watch her interview Steve and the girls. "Tell us, Kate, how did it feel to meet the president? Did you dance with him, or with anyone famous"?

"I danced with two senators, a couple congressmen, and best of all, Steve Hammer! I did shake hands with the president and the first lady. It was an amazing adventure. I'd go again," understated Kate.

"Jordan Quick, you've enjoyed great success in country music. You've also had a well documented fall from grace with addiction problems. You just attended a state dinner at the White House. Do you see your career back on track now?" 

"I guess that's a fair question. The fast answer is 'yes', but that wouldn't tell the whole story. My career started back when I finally entered rehab to get well. When I was discharged, Clyde Davis, my manager, insisted that I record with Steve and work on a TV show they were taping. He told me it would resurrect my career.

"Gwen and Steve have become my friends. They've been tough on me when I needed it, but they've been generous and gracious all the time. I've grown up a lot in the past month. Being with them and seeing the amazing things they do and how they interact with people makes me want to be a better person. I'm working on that. My career is healthier now because I'm healthier, both mentally and physically." 

"Thank you, Ms. Quick. Gwen, you danced with the President of the United States and the President of France. How did you feel and what did you talk about?"

"It felt very exciting. I never dreamed I would ever have an opportunity like that. As far as what we talked about? I'd have to say that we talked about Steve Hammer for the most part. They both wanted to know more about him. I told President Hanson that since Steve was going to the Naval Academy, he would be close at hand and available if he should be needed. Having a capable, loyal American that speaks, Farsi, Russian, and French can be very useful. I told President D'Anjou that we'd do our best to visit him and his family in Paris since his daughter so graciously invited us."

"Paris? That sounds like a wonderful trip!" enthused Amber before reigning in her excitement. "Steve, you were involved in an altercation with a former KGB agent that's now known to be a Chechen rebel. He's wanted in Russia for suspicion of several violent murders. How did you know that he was going to harm the lady he was walking to the door and has there been any contact from the Russian Embassy since your heroic actions on behalf of a deputy's wife?"

"I heard the fellow threaten her in Russian, so it was obvious that she needed help. I asked her if she was in trouble and the man behind her attacked me. Luckily, his first and only shot hit his accomplice. I was fortunate enough to come out on top in the struggle. I have this black eye to show for it," admitted Steve with a sardonic grin. "The ambassador's daughter thanked me the next day, but it was personal and not on behalf of the embassy or anything."

"You make it sound so matter-of-fact. You can speak Russian. You were able to defeat a KGB trained assassin in hand to hand combat. You actually stopped the man the second time he tried to attack the woman while your hands were cuffed behind your back. Have you heard anything more about the matter from the Russian government, or the American government?"

"It all happened pretty fast. I was very lucky. An innocent person could have been shot. I haven't heard from any governments and I don't really expect that I will. I'm just happy that the lady is okay and no innocent people were injured."

As soon as the interview was over, the kids headed for their homerooms. Ms. Walker greeted Gwen and Steve with a big smile. "The hospital fund went over $500,000 this past weekend. Donations from large corporations and companies have increased. Your clothing line has kicked in over $15,000 already. 

"This campaign has been an unbelievable success, and that's mostly the result of everything you two have done to make this work. We have almost three months left, so we should be able to build the total even higher. It would be great if we had a million dollars by graduation. I know that isn't likely, but it would be a tremendous pleasure to announce that total in front of all the parents. But whatever the total, it'll be a wonderful moment for all of us."

"Do you want to tell Ms. Walker, or shall I?" asked Gwen, as she watched for Steve to nod at her. "Clyde Davis called last night. He's roughly edited those TV shows we shot in LA, but CBC has already been pushing very hard to buy them. He told us that the network offered a huge sum. It would guarantee at least a million dollars for the hospital fund. Clyde told them it wasn't enough! He said we'd agree if CBC would ante up another million just to buy an option to hire us to tape two more shows. If they decide to enforce it, that option would net the hospital fund another two million dollar payment."

"My God," squeaked Ms. Walker. "Is there any chance the network would pay so much for the shows you already taped, plus another million for an option on two more?"

"Well, Clyde laughed when he told us that CBC wasn't happy that he didn't accept their offer. They've been trying to build ratings and they seem to think that our shows would help that effort. Either the fund will be getting a huge transfusion shortly, or we'll be kicking Clyde down the road. Really, we can't lose too much by trying. One of the other networks would probably make a similar offer, or so we hope!" 

"Clyde told me that he's trying to rush the video Steve and I made to take advantage of the situation. We've all been in the news, especially Steve, and he feels it'll help boost our video and the song's popularity. I told Clyde to add my share of whatever money it made to the hospital fund that Gwen and Steve are supporting," revealed Jordan. "It won't be all that much, at least not unless it's a huge hit, but I want to help now that I'm in this school."

"This is all overwhelming," replied Ms. Walker with emotion. "I never, in my wildest dreams, thought that we could raise this kind of money for this cause. You kids make me proud to live and teach in 'The Spartan Nation', as it's now known. You're doing a wonderful thing for this community."

It was Friday of the same week when Gwen noticed the other students were especially interested in Steve and Jordan as they entered the school. She knew something was up, but wasn't able to determine exactly what.

"That's some music video you guys have!" exclaimed Charlotte when they entered their homeroom. "I've never seen a video that hot on TV. It looks like you're going to have big hit. The song sounds great, but that video's got everyone talking."

"So that's it!"exclaimed Gwen. "Your music video must be out, and if the reaction of our students is an indicator, that must be some video. You never actually told me much about it. I was so busy with taping my songs for the show, I missed the lowdown on your video."

"I guess I'd better confess, Gwen. I was still a bit of a selfish bitch when we recorded that song and made the video. I was kind of all over Steve in it. He had his shirt off, and so did I by the end. You can't see my boobs, or at least my nipples, since it has to be rated to show on television, but it doesn't leave too much to the imagination. It's a country love song, and they get pretty explicit these days. Please don't be mad at me!" begged Jordan.

Gwen laughed as she listened to Jordan's worried explanation. "I'm not upset with you, Jordan. It's part of the business. The better your song does, the happier I'll be. I trust Steve and I trust you, now at least. Back then, maybe not so much. We've got to find someplace to view that video!"

Steve had remained silent during the exchange. He was relieved to hear Gwen's reaction to Jordan's confession. They simply had to trust each other or their relationship had no chance. Performing was all about perception. Success in entertainment was based on being able to convince the audience that what they were seeing was real.

By the end of the weekend, Jordan and Steve couldn't go anywhere without hearing comments about their music video and requests for autographs. The song aired constantly, first on country stations, and then became a crossover hit on pop stations. 

Fans would ask Gwen how she felt about the video. She'd smile and tell them that she thought it was really hot and the song sounded great. Her response was a bit disappointing to those fans that would rather hear about breakups and broken hearts.

Monday morning in homeroom, Gwen was once again updating Ms. Walker on negotiations for the TV show. "CBC agreed to Clyde's terms! The hospital fund will be getting a huge shot in the arm. You can add another two million dollars to the total! Jordan's song with Steve may become the top song of the year, it's doing so well. The video is easily the most popular of the year so far. Have you seen it? Jordan and Steve are unbelievably good."

"This is all so incredible!" gasped Ms. Walker. "I can't tell you how proud I am of you. Many people would have channeled the money you're making into their own accounts, and no one would blame them. I did watch that video. Jordan, you were stunning in it. You really looked like you were in love. The song was so emotional and your voice blended with Steve's perfectly."

"Thanks! I guess it's no secret that I'm pretty far gone where Steve is concerned, so it wasn't all an act. If Gwen weren't my best friend and I didn't respect her totally, I'd be doing my best to steal him away. But you know what? I never could. I keep telling Gwen that he's a regular 'Boy Scout'. He loves Gwen and he's loyal to her. I'm just lucky to be their friend."

Ms. Walker studied the two young women standing before her. They apparently loved the same man and yet were still friends! She was unable to detect any rancor or jealousy between them. They were, she realized, exceptional young women.

Steve had returned to his work outs with a vengeance. His conditioning had taken a big hit with his injuries over the past couple months. The dance rehearsals for the television shows had tired him more than he cared to admit. He started running and working out with weights as soon as he had returned from LA. He knew that playing football for the Academy would be demanding and anything less than his absolute best would not be successful. He was still only able to run three miles a day, and slowly at that.

Clyde called Steve later in the day. "You and Jordan are going to perform on your big hit on 'American Singer' on their season finale. That's Thursday and they'll have a huge audience because that's when they name their season winner. The show's supplying two round trip tickets, two hotel rooms, and paying each of you ten grand for the day's work. If you want that directed to the hospital fund, I'll see that it happens. I have it set up for the two of you to fly out to LA Thursday. You'll do the show that night, stay in a good hotel and fly home the next morning."

"That sounds great! That show's huge and millions of people watch it, especially the season finale," pointed out Gwen when Steve told her about Clyde's call. "You'll promote your song and make money for the hospital fund. I'm not upset about not being included. We're going to be apart a lot in the future and we have to deal with it. You can bet I'll be watching the show and wishing you and Jordan the best."

Thursday morning found Jordan sitting next to Steve on a flight to LA. "This is going to be a great chance for us to promote our song! There'll be millions of people watching us tonight. I'm so excited!"

Steve looked at Jordan and managed a weak grin. "Millions of people? Doesn't that make you a little nervous? Aren't you worried about screwing up on live TV?"

"I've been doing this for years. I don't get nervous anymore. There's nothing to worry about. We'll do fine. I'm so glad that Clyde hooked me up with you and Gwen. You guys have worked miracles on my career. I owe you both and I won't forget it."

Steve and Jordan managed some time to practice their song and get comfortable with the set before they performed. When the curtain went up, they were ready. Their performance included some choreography, but mostly it was about the music. They delivered the song as well as they possibly could. When the curtain dropped, they agreed that they had done their best and the audience seemed to feel the same.

"Wow!" managed Charlotte as the show went to commercial. "That boyfriend of yours sure cleans up good for TV. He's amazing. You're the only girl in the country that doesn't have to worry about Jordan Quick being able to steal your guy away. She looked beautiful and her cleavage looked even bigger on TV than in real life, and that's saying a lot."

"It sure is!" agreed Billy. "The guy's surrounded by women with big.."

"Billy!" warned Charlotte. "Don't you dare say it! Gwen, Kate, and her mom are all sitting right here. You need to lose some of that new found honesty you've picked up."

"I'll take it as a compliment, Billy, since I can't ever be upset with you. Steve and Jordan both looked and sounded fantastic. He said that he'd call as soon as he found the time. It must be hectic backstage at that show," stated Gwen.

It was almost half an hour later that Steve called. "How did you like it? Did we do okay? We missed a couple notes early on, but everyone told us that they never noticed."

"It was amazing! We all watched it and we all agreed that you both looked fantastic and sounded even better. Are you at your hotel yet?" asked Gwen, trying to not sound too curious.

"No, Jordan ran into some musician friends working on tonight's show and they insisted we celebrate with them. I told them that we'd go for awhile, but we wouldn't drink any alcohol and we'd go back to the hotel pretty early. Their hotel is across the street from ours, so we won't have any trouble getting back. I'm glad the show went okay. I was pretty nervous. Love you, Babe!"

"Steve? Call me when you get back to your hotel room, okay? I want to talk more with you when you have the time," stated Gwen.

Steve wasn't very anxious to attend a party with the musicians from the show, but he found himself enjoying conversations with some of the guys. There were quite a few female fans and friends there as well. Many of them worked very hard to get Steve's attention. He was amazed at how brazen they were in their attempts to impress him. He found himself wondering how some of them managed to keep their tops up with so much skin showing and so little cloth.

He'd been discussing guitars with a few guys for some time when Steve realized that he hadn't seen Jordan for a while. Since the suite the party was in only had a few rooms, he knew she couldn't have gone too far. He excused himself from the guys and went in search of Jordan. What he found angered him more than he would ever admit.

Jordan was dancing topless on a piano with a crowd of guys standing around cheering her on. She was laughing far too loudly, and was unsteady on her feet. Steve muscled his way through the crowd of gawkers until he reached the piano.

"Jordan, give me your hand right now!" he demanded as he reached toward her. "It's time for us to go back to our hotel."

"Don't you want to watch me dance first? I don't want to leave yet. I'm having fun with my friends," slurred Jordan in response.

Steve simply grabbed her hand and gently pulled her to him. She feebly tried to resist, but was no match for Steve, especially in his mental state. When he pulled her close enough, Steve lifted her in his arms and looked around for her clothes. Not seeing them, he started for the door. 

"Hey! Dickhead!" yelled a long haired, greasy looking guy. "Jordan said she wanted to stay longer. You're taking her against her will. We can call the cops on you. That's kidnapping, or assault, or both!"

"Get your phone out, Asshole!" snarled Steve as he swung around to face the guy. "Let's get the cops in here to see what kind of shit you're into. I'm sure you won't mind answering questions, or being searched by the police. Make your call, or shut the fuck up!" 

"I didn't drink any alcohol. I'm okay. Are you going to take me back to your room and fuck me good with that big cock of yours?" slurred Jordan quite loudly as she rested her head on Steve's shoulder.

Steve remained silent as he carried Jordan to the door while everyone watched. Before leaving, he gently placed Jordan on a chair, unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, placed it over her, and buttoned it up. More than a few of the watchers noticed the way Steve's biceps filled out the sleeves of his undershirt as he easily lifted Jordan and left the suite.

By the time the elevator reached the bottom floor, Jordan was making no sense at all. She had her arms wrapped around Steve's neck and her head buried in his shoulder. Steve turned to his left and exited the hotel through a side door. He crossed the street as quickly as he could, entered his hotel from a side street, and hurried to the elevators. Jordan's room was next to his, but when he reached it, he realized that she didn't have her card key. All she had was a thong and the shirt Steve had placed over her nakedness.

Steve had no choice but to take her to his room. As he kicked the door closed, Jordan began making noises that Steve knew only too well. He rushed for the bathroom only to have Jordan vomit all over him before he could put her down by the toilet. By the time he set her down, both of them were covered. Cursing under his breath, Steve lifted the seat and pointed Jordan toward the bowl. Twice more she brought up the contents of her stomach and then just sat on the floor with her head over the bowl.




Lady in Red Ch. 21



Disgusted, Steve turned the shower on, picked Jordan up and stepped under the water. She sputtered and gasped as the water hit her in the face. He turned her around, allowing the spray to wash away the remnants of her partying. Once he felt he had rinsed most of the vomit off her clothes, he sat her down against the wall and slowly turned under the water to rinse the crud off his clothing. Then he stripped the clothes off, picked up the soap, and cleaned himself.

Satisfied that he had removed all the vomit from his body, he reached down and unbuttoned his shirt that Jordan had so badly defiled. He tossed it on the bathroom floor with his clothes. The he stood Jordan up and began cleaning her. Vomit had run down her neck and was matted in her hair. He rinsed what he could, then took some shampoo and washed her hair to remove the rest. Steve held her up with one hand around her waist as he gently cleaned and rinsed her off.

Turning the shower off, Steve grabbed a towel and dried Jordan as she leaned against him for support. Once she was dry, he carried her into the bedroom, pulled the covers down and carefully placed her on the bed. He covered her and returned to the bathroom where he dried himself. He went back to the bedroom and dug a clean pair of boxers out of his suitcase. Once he had them on, he picked up his phone.

"Hi. I screwed up, Gwen. This one's all on me. I didn't watch Jordan closely enough and she got into the alcohol and made a spectacle of herself. I should've known better than to leave her alone at that party. I let her down."

Steve went on to describe the evening in detail, leaving nothing out. He felt the need to be criticized for his failure with Jordan. He fully expected Gwen to chew him out for letting her get into such a mess, especially when it could affect Gwen and Steve.

Gwen had wandered into the kitchen to get a drink of juice as she listened to Steve. Paula heard her down stairs and got up to see why Gwen wasn't sleeping. She managed to hear Gwen's side of the conversation.

"Steve, it wasn't your fault. She's a big girl and she has to learn to take care of herself. Is she sleeping in your bed now? Is she okay? Where are you going to sleep?" asked Gwen as she noticed her mother looking at her curiously.

"Well, just be sure she's okay and gets back home to us alright. Tell her you're disappointed, but don't be too rough on her in the morning. I bet she'll feel pretty bad without you saying anything. It is disappointing, though."

After ending the phone conversation, Gwen explained the situation to her mother. "Jordan got into alcohol at the party after the show. Steve feels guilty about not watching her closer. She got pretty drunk and was dancing topless on a piano. When Steve picked her up to take her back to the hotel, she announced that she hoped Steve was going to screw her with his big penis, although her language was much coarser.

"He put his shirt on her to cover her up. When they got her back to the hotel, he realized that she had lost her key along with her clothes. He took her to his room, where she proceeded to vomit all over both of them. He carried her into the shower and stood under it without taking any clothes off. He said it was pretty gross so he just showered the worst of it off. Then he stripped them both and cleaned them up. By the time he'd finished, she'd passed out, so he put her in his bed and called me."

"Wow! That's some story. Now your boyfriend has the very beautiful, very naked Jordan Quick in his bed at the hotel in LA? What's he going to do now, if I dare ask?"

"I can tell you the one thing he's not going to do, if you're hinting at something. He's going to keep an eye on her and make sure she's okay. He was worried about my feelings and what kind of press this will generate. You must know that I trust Steve totally, don't you?"

"He's a wonderful young man, but Jordan Quick's in his bed naked! That's a tremendous temptation for any red blooded man, and we both know that Steve's blood is as red as it gets. I agree that he won't take advantage of her, especially in light of the circumstances, but Jordan's in love with him and she may be the one to take advantage of the situation."

"I don't think she would do that, but then I didn't think she'd drink again, either. I'll just have to trust Steve. He'll have beautiful, buxom women after him all the time. I either have to trust him or break up with him. I can't spend my time worrying that some bitch will manage to seduce him. I've found out something else. There are a lot of men that want to get me into their bed. Steve knows that. He has to have faith in me. If we don't learn to handle these situations, we'll never last. I love the guy, Mom! I can't give him up. I won't give him up!"

"You're right, Sweetheart. This relationship, this love that you two have isn't like anything I've ever seen. You aren't normal or average. Your capacity and ability are exceptional. Don't let me discourage you. I admire and respect your confidence in each other, as well as the deep love you share. It's very rare and extremely special." 

Steve finished speaking with Gwen and went to check on Jordan. She had managed to push the covers down so she was on her side with her amazing breasts on display. Shaking his head, Steve covered her back up and went and stretched out as well as he could on a stuffed chair in the corner.

He was awakened some time later by an unfamiliar sound and sat up to listen. Unable to identify it, he stood and walked toward it. He found Jordan huddled in the fetal position on the floor of the bathroom, sobbing uncontrollably. He gently picked her up, carried her back into the room, and sat back down in his chair while Jordan cried and clung to him. Steve simply rubbed her back and let her cry.

Her sobbing had finally stopped and Steve was drifting back to sleep when Jordan spoke. "You must hate me. I hate me. Gwen will never forgive me. I remember you picking me up and me telling everyone that I wanted you to fuck me with your big cock. There's something wrong with me, Steve! No normal girl would do or say what I did. I don't know what happened to me. I didn't drink any alcohol at all. What's wrong with me?"

"For one thing, your memory isn't very good. You did drink and you must have had a lot. You were drunk, very drunk. I should have stayed by your side. I blame myself for not taking better care of you. I knew your weakness and I knew there was alcohol available, but I stupidly assumed that you'd be able to keep your word. I'm the one that needs to apologize."

"But I made sure I didn't drink anything except the fruit punch! I know I can't drink alcohol any more. I think I may have had a mental breakdown or something, but I can't blame it on alcohol."

"You drank that punch? That was spiked with all kinds of liquor. I heard a couple guys talk about what a kick it had. Did someone tell you it didn't have alcohol in it?"

"Rod gave it to me. He told me it was just fruit punch and was perfectly safe for me to drink," recalled Jordan. "He must have wanted me to get drunk! Why would he do that?"

"Is he a close friend of yours? Was he the guy with the greasy, long hair and the tattoo on his hand? How well do you know him?"

"Yeah, that's Rod. I dated a friend of his once. Rod always tried to get me to date him, but he gave me the creeps. I was never very friendly with him, but why trick me into drinking?"

"Maybe he's jealous of your success. Maybe he wanted to see you topless. You're a beautiful woman that wouldn't give him the time of day when you were sober, so he thought he'd have a better chance with you drunk."

"Oh, God! I was topless on the piano, wasn't I? I'm going to be the laughing stock of the world in the morning. I know damn well there'll be pictures on the internet by now. This'll ruin my career!"

"Don't over react," cautioned Steve. "Your breasts being seen by people won't ruin your career. I guarantee that. Being out of control and doing foolish things could put an end to everything. I should have stuck closer to you at the party. I really feel guilty now that I know you didn't start drinking deliberately."

"No! You shouldn't have to watch me like a child. This is on me for not being smarter and more careful. You're not my boyfriend. You don't owe me anything. I haven't even been a very good friend to you."

"Really? You teamed up with me on a very successful music video. You've helped me earn money for the hospital fund. I wouldn't have been on 'American Singer' last night if I hadn't met you. You certainly wouldn't be sitting on my lap naked right now. I'd say you're a very good friend."

"I'm not naked, although there isn't much between me and that thing poking me in the ass right now. My little thong isn't much defense against such an impressive weapon," responded Jordan with her first smile of the night. "I feel perfectly safe with you, although part of me wishes that you were the kind of guy to take advantage of a poor little girl that's half drunk and emotionally unstable."

"Let's try to get some sleep," suggested Steve, trying to hide his embarrassment about his erection, as well as Jordan's reference to it.

He stood up and carried Jordan to the bed and placed her on it. She quickly slid over and held up the bedding in an open invitation. "Please sleep with me. I'll behave. I just need to feel loved right now. I feel so stupid and depressed."

Steve woke up a few hours later with his hand holding Jordan's right breast and her small hand holding his hard cock. He slowly released her firm mound of flesh. Then he reached down to pry her hand from his erection. As he attempted to remove it, he heard her giggle. 

They got up and showered separately, at Steve's insistence. Jordan went first. While Steve was showering, Jordan called the desk and asked for someone to come to her room to open it for her since she had lost her key. She needed her clothes for the flight home. The assistant manager broke into a sweat when she joined him at her door wearing a bath towel. He opened the door and handed her the card, unable to take his eyes from her the entire time. Jordan smiled, thanked him, and then closed the door.

Steve lifted his overnight bag and went to Jordan's room and knocked. She quickly opened it with her suitcase in hand and tears running down her cheeks. She stepped into the hall and slammed the door behind her.

"Let's get out of here! I watched the news while I was packing. They had a clip of you carrying me half naked, but with my tits blurred out. Then they bleeped the bad parts of my brilliant speech about you bleeping me with your big bleep. I've probably destroyed both our careers and lost Gwen's friendship. I hope she doesn't believe that we did anything. I don't know how I'm going to be able to face her."

Steve had called for a cab to take them to LAX. When he and Jordan entered the lobby from the elevator, several photographers began snapping pictures of them and calling out questions. Steve calmly led a teary eyed Jordan out the door to the waiting cab without making any comment.

It was dusk when Steve pulled into the Anderson driveway "I can't go in there! Take me to a hotel, please! I can't stay here anymore. They'll all hate me for being such a slut."

Steve shut the car off and went around and opened the passenger door. He gently took Jordan's hand and pulled her from the car. Jordan had tears running down her cheeks as Steve rang the doorbell. Paula opened the door, and then looked from Steve to Jordan. Without saying a word, she stepped back and motioned them inside. Gwen was standing about ten feet from the door, waiting for Jordan. When Jordan looked at her, Gwen held out her arms.

Jordan hesitantly walked into the room and stood in front of Gwen with tears streaking her cheeks and trembling lips. Gwen still held out her arms and Jordan suddenly flew into them, crying even harder as Gwen hugged her tightly. The two spent a full minute in the embrace. 

"Gwen, you forgive me." Jordan stated, rather than she asked. 

"Steve told me everything. I guess he could have watched you better, but it wasn't totally your fault, and it wasn't his. It was some insignificant little jealous weasel taking advantage of your addiction in an effort to hurt you. We, all of us, will be more careful in the future, but you're family now and we love you. You made a mistake, but it isn't the end of the world. Far from it.

"Clyde called a little while ago. He asked if Steve and I were still talking. I chewed him out for that, and he just laughed. He said that between that hot music video, the performance last night on one of the year's most watched shows, and you being photographed flashing the girls on the internet, things have actually heated up. CBC wants to air one or two of our shows during 'sweeps week' in early May.

"People want to see how the dynamics of our relationships will work. Who will Steve wind up with? Will Jordan and I scratch each others' eyes out? Will Jordan lose her top again, much to the delight of every man in the world? I'm just beginning to realize how fame works. They can say anything about you as long as they spell your name right. Once people see that we're not fighting, or even acting any different than usual, they'll lose interest. I think that's Clyde biggest fear." 

"So you're cool with Steve carrying me almost naked off to his hotel room? Taking a shower with me? Copping feels all night? Making me scream so loud this morning that the people in the next hotel complained?" quizzed Jordan with a smirk.

"You little bitch!" spat Gwen as she pulled her hands up and made her fingers into claws. "I'll scratch your eyes out!"

Steve rose early the next morning to get his run in before school. When he walked down the hall to his homeroom, his friends were yelling and whistling at him. 

"Help! I've lost my clothes and don't know what to do!" squealed Jared in a surprisingly high voice. "Steve! Could you carry me to your hotel room, where I'll be safe?"

"Very funny!" came a voice from behind Jared. Jordan and Gwen were standing together looking pissed. Jared gulped and then began to fidget. Suddenly Gwen and Jordan both started laughing and Jared started breathing again. 

"I'm sorry that I allowed myself to be placed in that position last night, Jared. Steve was a complete gentleman and came to my rescue. From what Gwen's told me, I think that I could expect the same treatment from you. Would you help me if I needed it?"

"Jordan, I was just teasing Steve. I'm pretty jealous of him after last night. I'd be honored to help you any time or place. If anybody says anything insulting to you, just let me know." 

Jordan learned a lot about people that day. She knew that a lot of the students would be dying to hear her explain her actions of the previous evening, so she simply told the truth. Amazingly, everyone she spoke with expressed support for her and dislike for the guy that gave her the alcohol. She realized that people had a great capacity to forgive if you truly were sorry and tried to do better. They also appreciated her ability to laugh at jokes at her expense and at the notoriety it created.

Steve had dinner at the Andersons' Friday evening. "I've got some more news," announced Gwen. I spoke to Amber O'Leary this afternoon after school. She's been negotiating with a big department store in Paris to sell our line. When I told her that Steve and I were invited to Paris by the daughter of President D'Anjou, she used that to help persuade the company. Long story short, we're all going to Paris on Spring Break in two weeks!

"Amber managed to negotiate first class tickets for Kate, Jordan, Steve, Stephanie, Diane, Mom and me! We'll be put up at a five star hotel. The down side is that they expect us to go to four stores that week and promote the 'Lady in Red' line. We'll also have to spend an afternoon making some commercials for them. We leave on a Friday, so we'll have the first weekend and the next Saturday to see the sights. We leave for home on a Sunday. Any objections?"

"Are you kidding!" shrieked Kate. "I'm going to Paris on Spring Break! This is way too cool! I can't believe it. I have to go shopping for some new clothes. We should get one of those CD's that teaches you how to speak French in three days. I'm going to call Stephanie!"

"Just a minute, Kate," interrupted her father. "Will and I can't go since we have to work. It's the busy time of year for those of us in accounting. I expect all of you to obey Paula and Diane without question or dissent. That goes for you, too, Steve. You're a very mature young man, but Paula and Diane are the adults on this trip. I want all of you to have a great time, but be safe. Steve, I'll rely on you to keep them all safe. You seem to have assumed that duty already. No one wanders off alone and always be sure that Paula and Diane know where you are. That's my speech on this trip."

Later, as Gwen was standing on the porch with Steve, she mentioned what she knew had to be on his mind. "I made sure that Mom knew that we'd be sharing a room and that we wouldn't be holding anything back in bed. I know you were hoping for more privacy, but it's still Paris in the Spring. Most people don't have their whole family go on a romantic getaway with them, but you knew I had a large and very close family when you first asked me out. Are you going to be okay with this?"

"Making love to you in Paris? I guess I can live with that," grinned Steve. "I love your family. I did hope we'd have a little more privacy, but we'll make it work. I can hardly wait. Have I told you lately that I love you?"

"That sounds like a song to me," laughed Gwen. "I'll call Amber Stahl and let her know about the trip. If her station agrees to send her, she'll be the happiest reporter in the country. You be sure that Uncle Joe knows you'll be gone that week, and pack light. Our outfits will be there waiting for us and we can shop in Paris if we need more clothes. I'm so excited about this trip. I'm going to lose my virginity in Paris!

"We need to have passport pictures taken tomorrow. We can go online and expedite the process and have our passports in hand well before we leave in two weeks, but we need to get the pictures immediately. Meet us at the pharmacy by the school at nine tomorrow morning and we'll get this ball rolling," said Gwen excitedly as she moved close to Steve and kissed him long and hard. 

It was a very busy two weeks for the group as they worked to prepare for a week in Europe. Jordan and Steve remained at the top of the charts with their song. The TV movie with Nick Fallen was being advertised heavily for showing in May. CBC was touting the four shows it was going to air throughout May, with two of them during 'sweeps week'. Steve, Gwen, and Jordan were recognized every place they went and besieged by autograph seekers. The hospital fund had passed the $2.5 million dollar mark and Ms. Walker was ecstatic. 

The group was waiting at their gate to board their plane when Steve answered a call from Clyde Davis. "Have a great trip, Kid! Take care of Jordan and Gwen. Don't let anything bad happen. I have the three of you signed up to star in a movie. It's going to be an action/musical, not unlike the old Elvis movies, except with better writing and acting. I expect the singing to be pretty damn good, too. 

"I have people working on a script now. It should be done by the time you get back. I'll tell you this. We've been doing things in weeks that normally take months to accomplish. By the way, this movie deal will drop another 5 million in your hospital fund, plus a percentage of the profits."

Everyone was watching Steve as he numbly slid his cell phone back into his pocket. "That was Clyde. He's got Gwen, Jordan, and me lined up to make a movie. He's got people writing it this week. I don't know how he can expect to do all of this so fast. He admitted that he's only spending weeks on things that usually take months, but a movie?" 




Lady in Red Ch. 21



As Steve spoke, Amber Stahl was busy taking notes. She was delighted that the station had decided to send her to Paris with Steve and Gwen and she wanted to be able to justify it. Breaking the news about a new movie project would be a great start!

"I hope it's a movie about knights and damsels in distress!" stated Kate excitedly. "Steve'll make a cool knight and Gwen and Jordan will look great in those low cut dresses that the fair maidens always wore back then. Is it safe to assume that you know how to joust?" 



Lady in Red Ch. 22



"Look! It's the Eiffel Tower!" exclaimed Stephanie as she pointed out the window of the shuttle van. "Everybody get lots of pictures and we'll share them all when we get home. I have to thank you again, Gwen, for making me part of this great adventure. I'm lucky to be your cousin."

"You're lucky to be so pretty and shapely. You're lucky to have such understanding parents. You're lucky that Steve, for whatever reason, decided to take a chance on me that day at the mall. We're all lucky that Sparta won that first football game. I'm lucky I'm not in tears right now because I'm so happy!"

"We're all happy, Sis, but you've got more reason to be happy than the rest of us girls. Tonight you're going to go to bed a girl and waking up a woman," stated Kate with genuine happiness for her sister. "Spring Break in Paris with your hunky boyfriend. I don't think it can get much better than that!"

"It would get better if everyone left my personal life out of their discussions. I'm still trying to figure out who let the cat out of the bag about Steve and me, Mother. I know I don't have to ask you to not mention anything about my personal life in your reports, Amber, but I will anyway. Please don't mention Steve and me finally getting together here. That's not for public consumption."

"I understand your feelings perfectly. You're right that you don't have to tell me not to mention it on the news. It would make some great headlines, but I know I'd lose your trust if I did something that stupid and hurtful. I'll report all the good things, keep the personal things to myself, and consult you on anything I'm unsure about. If you and Steve do personal stuff in public, you're fair game, but anything done in the privacy of your room will not be mentioned."

"In public? You and Steve don't plan on doing it in the Eiffel Tower or in the gardens at Versailles, do you?" teased Kate.

"Actually, we were hoping for the Louvre, in front of Mona Lisa so she'd have something to smile about. Of course we're not doing 'it' in public and we need to not talk about this anymore. Steve will be scared off!"

"I suspect that Steve may be scared 'stiff' but not 'off', although he'll be getting off," offered Jordan with a huge grin. "I wish my first time was as romantic, and I had my family's support. I had way too much to drink at a party one night and woke up without my cherry. I'm not even sure who my first guy was. I've never had a man actually make love to me. I've never been with a man that I loved, or even had strong feelings for." 

"I thought that if I told the girls about you and Steve doing, well, you know, they'd be sure to leave you alone and give you the privacy that you deserve. I never intended for it to be discussed and bantered about like you were getting your nails done or something," explained Paula. 

"I'm sorry to hear that your first time was such a disaster, Jordan. That's what I'm trying to teach Kate. She needs to wait for the right boy and the right time. This is far too special to take lightly, and then regret forever."

"So, Mom, do you remember your first and where you were?" asked Kate quickly.

Paula looked at Kate for a few seconds and then smiled. "Yes, I do. It was on my honeymoon with your father."

"Aunt Diane, tell us the truth! Mom was only a couple years older than you. Do you remember her first time?" quizzed Kate.

Diane looked at her sister and then turned to Kate and grinned. "It was on her honeymoon with your father. Mine was my honeymoon with Will. Please remember that, Stephanie."

"Oh, I'll remember, that you told me that. I've seen your old year books and read some of the stuff guys wrote in it. It didn't sound like you were waiting for your honeymoon; but if you say so."

"Oh, my!" exclaimed Diane nervously. "You weren't supposed to read them. You didn't show them to your father, did you?"

"Mother! Dad's read them before me. I saw him looking at them one time. That's what made me curious," admitted Stephanie. "Maybe Dad isn't as clueless as you think. Maybe he married you because he loves you, not because he was, or wasn't first."

"Well, Gwen is right! We shouldn't be talking about this. It's very personal. We don't want to ruin everything for Gwen and Steve, or make them self conscious," insisted Diane. "Look how tall the Eiffel Tower is!"

Stephanie and Kate exchanged looks and began to giggle while Diane turned a bright shade of red. Steve had been silent during the entire conversation and realized that silence was obviously the best way to handle prying women. The whole thing was both embarrassing and uplifting. Gwen was so comfortable with her family and her position in it that she was discussing having her first sexual experience with all of them, ahead of the fact! Steve never would have believed a family could talk about something like that if he hadn't seen and heard it. 

"As you know, we've been flying all night. We're eight hours ahead of home, time-wise," calculated Paula. "We'll check into our rooms and nap a few hours to offset the jetlag. We'll have a lunch at noon and operate on local time after that. Diane and I have a two bedroom suite reserved so Stephanie and Kate will be with us. Amber's station was going to put her in a dump a few miles away, so Jordan has agreed to let her stay with her since Gwen plans on being with Steve. Any questions on the sleeping arrangements?"

"If Gwen gets cold feet, or her conscience won't let her go through with it, I'd be willing to trade with her, just because that's the kind of friend I am," volunteered Jordan.

"Thank you, Jordan. Gwen, you're so lucky to have friends like Jordan," stated Paula sarcastically. "She's willing to take a bullet for you, if the need arises."

"Gee, thanks! I don't think I'll need any help, however. I have all the protection necessary, so those 'bullets' will not be hitting the intended target. There's really no need to worry about me. I'll make sure that the gun is empty by morning."

"That's how class valedictorians talk these days?" demanded Kate. "A few months ago she hadn't ever been on a date and now she's talking about single handedly unloading a dangerous weapon."

"I never said anything about using my hands, at least not tonight!" laughed Gwen, as Kate was the one to blush this time. 

"If I may change the subject once again, we're invited to a costume party tonight at a local club. This invitation is from the French President's daughter, Michelle. We'll be going to a shop to try on outfits for the party. The theme is 'heroes and villains' and they can be real or fictional," explained Paula. "As will be the policy for the entire trip, no one under 21 will be drinking any alcohol, regardless of any local laws or customs. We will conduct ourselves as ladies, and will not create any international incidents."

After a leisurely lunch, Paula and Diane led the group into the costume shop recommended by Michelle. They had just begun to look at the rows of outfits when Michelle swept into the shop. She immediately made her way to Steve and hugged him tightly and then kissed his cheeks. Then she kissed Gwen, Jordan, and Kate. Paula introduced her to Diane, Amber, and Stephanie and they quickly received their kisses on each cheek.

"I'm so excited that you could come to visit me in Paris! My friends will be at the party tonight. I told them I had a special surprise, but didn't tell them who was coming. I'm curious to see if they recognize you in costume or if I have to reveal your identities. I've taken the liberty to reserve outfits for Steve and Gwen, if they are willing to follow my suggestion. I just know that they'll be the hit of the party if they wear these costumes!" 

Steve glanced at Gwen and shrugged. If the French President's daughter wanted them to wear a particular costume to the party, who were they to argue? "I just hope its Lady Godiva for you!" whispered Steve to Gwen.

Everyone in the group wore coats to the club, since it was a cool evening and they wanted to cover up. Appropriate dress for a costume party is not normal street fare. Paula had to spend some time with Steve and Gwen to convince them to not disappoint Michelle.

"Look, kids, this is a party. Michelle is young and her intentions were sweet. You can't wear something else after she made such a point of picking these out for you. I admit that they wouldn't be my first choice, especially when many of the upper crust of French politics will be in attendance. We do not want to hurt Michelle or damage her reputation among her friends and peers. If it comes down to it, I'll impose my authority, vested by Ted, to order you to wear them tonight. Don't make me do that. Steve, will you wear that costume as a personal favor to me, the mother of the woman that plans on deflowering you this very night, with my blessing?"

"Aw, that's low! I'll go naked, or whatever you want since you put it that way," groaned Steve with a blush.

"Now for you, Gwen. You don't want me to rescind the sleeping arrangements, do you? If you're mature enough to sleep with this young man and give him your greatest gift, as the writers of old would call it, you're mature enough to not create a rift in our relations with France over a little costume, aren't you?"

"Little is the operative word here, Mom! I can't believe that my own mother would insist I parade around in Paris in such a suggestive outfit," complained an agitated Gwen.

"You'll be wearing less this week when you model those little bikinis at those promotions you'll be doing. I would strongly advise that you shave everything to avoid any embarrassment caused be a stray hair or a dark area in certain lighting. It'll also help get your boyfriend's motor running later on."

"Oh, no!" gasped Gwen. "You think this outfit is transparent? I can't wear it! And I don't need any help getting Steve's 'motor running', as you put it. Steve, tell Mom you don't need any help, that I get it running very well as it is!"

"I'll be wearing my costume, Paula. This discussion about Gwen's costume has gotten out of hand. I'm not going to comment on any running motors. I understand that you two are able to share just about everything, but I'm not. Let Gwen try it on for you and Kate. Tell her if anything shows that shouldn't. Kate will be honest. If she says it's safe, I think Gwen will be okay wearing it. If it's truly indecent, I don't think it would be right to insist that she does."

"That's fair enough. If I thought something would show that would make the outfit indecent, I'd never allow Gwen to wear it, let alone insist on it," assured Paula. "Kate will have a look and let you know what she thinks."

When the group arrived at the club, they were ushered in and a couple valets offered to take their wraps. Steve and Gwen looked at each other for a few seconds. Gwen's lip trembled slightly as she nodded to Steve and they removed their jackets and handed them to the attendants. The guy taking Gwen's wrap dropped it when he looked at her. Apologizing in French, he quickly picked it back up and placed it on a hanger.

Steve gritted his teeth and looked around at the crowd. He expected stares and disparaging comments directed toward him all evening long. He stood there in a animal print loincloth that barely covered the essentials, waiting for the laughter. That's when he realized that people weren't looking at him. They were staring at Gwen. He turned to face her and was stunned. He knew what her costume was but had not seen her in it. Now he did.

She was wearing a very erotic Wonder Woman outfit that showed every inch of her amazing curves. He marveled that her breasts were able to keep up the skimpy top covering the small portion of her breasts that wasn't exposed. The bottom part was French Cut and her hips were on display. Her legs looked a mile long and incredibly sexy. She had metal bracelets, high heeled boots, a tiara, and a short red cape. Her waist appeared tiny while her breasts were ample and very firm on her chest. Steve began to worry that his loin cloth may betray his appreciation for Gwen's appearance as he felt his cock stir. 

Steve wasn't alone in his appreciation. The rest of his group gave a collective gasp when they saw Gwen's outfit. "Holy crap! I thought I looked pretty good as Cat Woman, but now I feel like a boy," moaned Jordan as she gazed at Gwen. "That's got to be the sexiest thing I've ever seen, at least since I showered with Steve last week."

Steve felt the weight lift from his shoulders. He had been concerned about everyone looking at him. Now it seemed unlikely. All eyes would be focused on Gwen! He could be naked, or dressed as King Kong, and few would notice.

Michelle was ecstatic when she saw Gwen and Steve. "I knew those outfits would look great on you! You actually look like Wonder Woman. It's amazing how well you wear that costume. Steve, you look like a sexy Tarzan with your muscles rippling when you move. Thanks so much for catering to a silly school girl's whims. My friends will be so impressed!"

It was a mostly young crowd. There was some wine and beer available, but drinking was minimal. There was a band and it played current pop hits for the most part. It took a few dances for Steve to lose his inhibitions about his attire, or lack of same. Seeing guys dressed as Atlas, Zeus, Hercules, and other well known, but underdressed heroes, helped Steve relax.

Gwen was constantly surrounded by young men. She smiled and chatted with them when they spoke English to her, and most of them did. Steve noticed that she declined numerous invitations to dance, so he approached her about it between dances. 

"I don't dare try a fast dance dressed like this!" lamented Gwen. "I have the top stuck to my boobs with two way tape, but the girls jiggle all over when I move. I hate to think what would happen if I tried to dance."

"I see what you mean," responded Steve as he slowly nodded his head while listening to Gwen's explanation. "You could take somebody's eye out with those things if they got out of control."

"Very funny! Maybe I'll poke your eyes out when we get pack to the room tonight. I'm going to be awfully worked up by then. All of these guys are watching the 'girls' like they hope they'll pop out of my outfit any second. I have to tell you that the attention is making me horny, so be ready for a long and satisfying night, Tarzan."

Steve danced the first slow dance with Michelle, who was dressed as a rather modern Joan of Arc. "My girl friends all want me to introduce them to Tarzan. I knew they'd be impressed with you, and your muscles. That's why I picked a hero that didn't wear too much. Most of them speak English, but your French is excellent, so I'll be bringing them around to introduce them now and then. They're so impressed that I know you. The guys can't get enough of Gwen. I think they're wondering how her top stays up. She's amazing!"

Steve managed to smile and make small talk with the girls that Michelle introduced to him. He did his best to make Michelle look good to her pals. She constantly beamed as he spoke to the girls about what good friends they had become. Then Steve finally saw Diane alone and swept her onto the floor for a slow dance.

"I have to tell you, Diane, that I never dreamed you'd look so amazingly good as Marie Antoinette. You're an eyeful!"

"You're trying to tell me that my boobs are bigger than you realized?" laughed Diane. "This outfit really pushes them up and out, doesn't it? I had Stephanie take a bunch of pictures that we emailed to Will before we came here. I'll be sure to tell him that you approved and were properly impressed."

"Don't get him upset with me!" worried Steve. "I don't want him to think that I'm rude or disrespectful."

"You're funny! You're young and don't know how men that have been married for years think. He'll be delighted and excited when I tell him that you couldn't take your eyes off my charms. That makes me look even better to him. He'll be all over me when I embellish any encounters I have tonight. He'll be excited to know that other men were looking at, and wanting that which is his alone."

"I'm old enough to understand that! Seeing the way that the guys here watch Gwen has been driving me nuts. I feel like dragging her into a room somewhere and attacking her. But every guy here feels that way, or so it seems."

"I think that I'm feeling your 'approval' of my gown against my stomach. I'll be telling Will that my cleavage did that to you, even if it's really from you thinking about Gwen," revealed Diane.

"To be honest, I was okay until you pressed against my chest a minute ago. You're a beautiful woman. Tell Will whatever you like, because it'll be true. You definitely have that effect on me. He's a very lucky man."

Steve managed a fast dance with Stephanie and later with Kate. "You've got to be the best looking Supergirl I've ever seen, Steph! You're really filling out that costume nicely and you're a super dancer, too."

"Thanks! I'm having so much fun. These guys all want to dance with the 'American girls' and most of them speak some English. They're doing wonders for my self esteem. Tyler had better show more interest when we get back home because I know now that a lot of guys like what they see when they look at me. You and Gwen have really made my life a lot more fun. Thanks for everything. If Gwen runs off with one of her admirers, call me!"

Later Steve managed a dance with Kate. "I've never seen such a great looking Lara Croft! You're packing some pretty big guns."

"I'm glad you noticed! And they're still growing. I may be as big as Gwen yet, or at least as big as Lisa. You like big guns, don't you?" teased Kate.

Steve felt his face heat up as he listened to Kate. "You know I was referring to the ones in your holsters, not your halter. You don't have to be as big as anyone else. You're a beautiful girl. I mean that. You're blessed with a great face, a wonderful figure, and maybe best of all, a wonderful sense of humor. Kate Anderson has no need to be like anyone else. She's great as Kate Anderson."

"I'm going to show them to you when I'm eighteen! You've seen all the other women in the family, including Mom. I want to tease you like Lisa and Gwen do, and I will. I don't care if you and Gwen are married by that time. More likely you'll be in the Naval Academy. I'll visit you just to finally tease you with my 'girls' like Lisa and Gwen do."

"I'm looking forward to it, Kate, but don't go out of your way for this fantasy. That's a long trip for such an unusual reason. Maybe you can save it for a holiday, like Thanksgiving."

"You think I'm kidding? Just wait. I've been thinking about it since we first met. I know your Gwen's boyfriend and you'll be her lover really soon, but she's cool with Lisa prancing around in front of you and I'm going to insist on the same privileges. You'll love it!"

Steve had to get a little pushy to claim Gwen for a dance. Once her admirers realized that she wouldn't do any fast dances dressed as she was, they became insistent when a slow dance played. Gwen had to choose a partner from half a dozen boys every time she danced. Most of the boys were polite, but a couple of them were too familiar with their hands. The worst offender was a big guy dressed as Batman. He was in his early twenties and was quite determined.

A slow song started and Gwen was relieved to see Steve head in her direction. Before he reached her, Batman grabbed her wrist and began tugging her toward the dance floor. Gwen's temper flared at the man's arrogance, so she stood her ground. The fellow quickly became annoyed and jerked her arm to bring her closer. Steve's hand closed on the man's wrist.

"That's no way to treat a lady," smiled Steve grimly as he spoke in French to Gwen's harasser. "Release her arm, step away, and don't come near her again."




Lady in Red Ch. 22



"Fuck off, you American asshole!" snarled the man. "I got to the slut first and she'll dance with me."

Steve maintained his smile as he squeezed the man's wrist. He brought his other hand up and patted the man's shoulder. To someone watching, it appeared that the two men were having a friendly conversation. The big man grimaced and released his grip on Gwen's arm. He was contemplating his next action when Steve spoke again.

"Don't even think about it. I don't want any trouble here, but I'll mop the floor with your punk ass if you start anything. I'd suggest that you just smile and walk away. Otherwise, do your damndest, Batman!"

The man looked at Steve for a few seconds and then turned and walked away. Steve quickly took Gwen's hand and led her to the dance floor. "I couldn't tell exactly what you said to him, but I think I got the gist of it. You pretty much told him you'd kick his ass if he didn't leave me alone, didn't you, Ape Man?"

"I've never seen you look as sexy as you do tonight. I want you to wear that outfit to bed tonight, and every other night we're together. That must be some heavy duty tape that keeps that top of yours up. You're incredible!"

"I hope you haven't been rubbing that loin cloth against the other women that you've danced with tonight. You seem to be extremely excited to dance with me. Maybe I should wear this costume more often. There sure isn't much cloth between the two of us. Please tell me that no one else felt this monster tonight."

Steve remained silent. "Okay, who was it? I hope you didn't scare Michelle with that bad boy. That would be a little embarrassing, wouldn't it?"

"Well, your Aunt Diane is wearing that really low cut gown and has everything pushed up, and,"

"Not Diane!" laughed Gwen. "At least we don't have to worry about being embarrassed. She doesn't frighten very easily. I'll have to ask her about it later. Have you danced with Mom yet? Her 'Josephine' costume is pretty hot and she has as much boob showing as Diane, maybe more. Now that I think about it, dance with Mom. I want to see her reaction when she feels how much you appreciate her costume."

"Maybe I won't react at all, and you'll be disappointed," suggested Steve.

"Let me think. Mom, with most of her breasts showing and pressed against your bare chest, not a chance you'll be able to stifle little Tarzan. He'll be swinging from the trees in search of a warm, safe place, which he'll find later tonight. Go ahead and dance with Mom. I can't wait to see her reaction," insisted Gwen with an evil grin.

"I think I'll pass on that. She's your mother and I don't want to piss her off, or have her think I'm some kind of pervert. This damn loin cloth doesn't offer much protection. I'm not going to embarrass myself with your mother, and that's final!" responded Steve as the song ended.

Steve felt he handled that situation quite well. He needed to use a firm hand with Gwen on occasion. She seemed to accept his refusal and his reasons for it. There was no need for his girlfriend's mother to feel his erection. His smug feeling of contentment began to disappear when he noticed Gwen was talking quietly with Diane. 

He lost track of them when Michelle asked him to dance another fast dance with her. "The evening is almost done and I wanted to get one more number in with you. My friends are very impressed. They think you're very handsome and so strong. They tell me that they wish you did not have Gwen because they cannot compete with her. She looks incredible tonight."

Steve felt a tap on his shoulder as another slow dance began. He turned to find Paula extending her hand. As he took it and led her to the floor, he looked to see Gwen and Diane laughing not far away. They had set him up. He wondered how much Paula knew about their evil plan.

"I saw you dissuade Batman from pulling Wonder Woman onto the dance floor earlier. You handled it well. If I hadn't been watching closely, I would have thought you two were old friends. Diane told me that you were very favorably impressed with her Marie Antoinette ensemble. Then she asked if you had danced with me and implied that you may have liked her look better than mine. I had to grab you for a dance to get your opinion of my costume.

"The young ladies really like your Tarzan look tonight. You and Gwen are taking Paris by storm. I never dreamed Gwen would look so amazing in that little outfit. Sometimes I have trouble believing she's my daughter. She looks like a movie star. So tell me, do you like my gown? Do you think I should send some pictures to Ted? Am I overexposed? I do have most of my chest on display. What do you think, Steve?" asked Paula coyly as she pushed her ample chest against him.

"Was that a groan? Did I hurt you? My goodness! You do like my gown, don't you? Is that any way to treat your girlfriend's mother, Young Man?" demanded Paula as she remained very close to Steve.

"Paula, I don't mean any disrespect! I think you must know that. I see Gwen and Diane laughing hysterically over there. They put you up to this, didn't they?"

"Can't I simply enjoy a dance with my daughter's boyfriend? If anyone has put anything up, it's you!" pointed out Paula. "Let me be serious for a moment. I don't get to talk to you alone very often. First, I am flattered that I'm able to get such a generous response from you at my age. Secondly, Gwen is very excited about your plans for tonight. I'm not going to embarrass you with suggestions or advice, except to say, take your time and show her your love every minute. This is a very big moment in a girl's life. She'll remember it forever. It's up to you to make her memories perfect. Love her and respect her, okay?"

"Paula, I can't begin to tell you how much she means to me. I would give my life for her and be glad to do it. I'll love her and cherish her as long as I live. I can't tell you how much it means to me to have you and your family so understanding and so close. It's pretty unusual for a boy and his girlfriend's mother to discuss this sort of thing, isn't it? Did Ted or Will have this talk with your mother?"

"Are you kidding? We sneaked around like everyone else. When we did it, it was good, but looking back, I know it would have been much better if I had my parents' blessing, if we were in Paris, and maybe even with a guy like you. I love Ted dearly, but you're a special kind of man. We all know it. Mom, Diane, Lisa, Kate and Stephanie feel it, too. I'm so happy that Gwen's found something almost no other woman has been able to find, and that's a man like you. You're a part of us, of our family now. I really, really like that." 

Steve found himself a bit emotional as Paula clung to him after the dance ended. He could feel her shaking slightly and knew she was crying softly. He knew he loved Gwen, but he realized that the whole family was special and he would always strive to live up to their expectations. They had placed him on a pedestal and he promised himself that he'd do all he could to live up to their expectations. He had a family again!

"What did you do to Mom?" asked Gwen as she watched her mother cling to him. "Did you tell her you didn't like her dress, or her boobs? Didn't you get hard when she hugged you? Are you tired or something? You hurt her feelings when you didn't react like we told her you would!"

"Gwen! Stop it! She's just emotional about tonight and our plans. I didn't disappoint her when she pressed against me. A dead man would've reacted, so don't go there, but learn from this. Suppose I was tired or something. You can't play with me like I was toy. I'm not some oddity that you can share with your family. 

"The women in your family, with no exceptions are incredible. They all affect me that way, but don't try to have me prove it to them anymore. I don't need to be pressured to impress your family in that way. I don't think many boyfriends are expected to do that. I love your family, but some things are personal and are not discussed a weather report. Does that make sense to you?" asked Steve somewhat sternly. 

Diane, Stephanie, and Kate had come close enough to hear Steve's comment to Gwen. They remained silent, but nodded their heads in understanding. Paula withdrew from Steve's arms and kissed him soundly on the lips. Gwen stepped in next to Steve and hugged him hard.

"I understand. It won't happen again. I'm just so proud of you and that little big man you have in your cute little jungle panties that I can't stand it."

"Jungle panties?" laughed Kate heartily. "I can't believe you said that, but you're right. The Emperor has no clothes and Steve's wearing jungle panties. And his little big man? You two must have some cool pillow talk!"

Steve was suddenly angry at what he felt was Gwen's insensitive remark and Kate's eagerness to repeat it. His jaw tightened and he was on the verge of telling Gwen and Kate exactly what he thought of their jokes. He looked around to see Kate, Gwen, and her family along with Jordan and Amber watching him. He realized that everyone was waiting to see how he reacted. Was he able to take good natured teasing, or was he going to be childish and pout?

He grabbed Gwen and tossed her over his shoulder before she realized his intentions. "Tarzan take Wonder Woman home now. Little Tarzan teach her respect, show who is Lord of the Jungle Panties!"

Gwen shrieked while the rest of the group broke into laughter as Steve spun her around a couple times and then placed her back on her feet. Gwen quickly checked her bust to make certain nothing had inadvertently escaped while she was being manhandled. 

"Geez, Tarzan, don't get your jungle panties in a bunch! Wonder Woman, like all true Amazons, does not fear little Tarzan, but rather has the utmost respect for the little fellow and looks forward to learning from him."

The group returned to the hotel a short time later. Steve opened the door to his room and waited for Gwen. When he turned to let her pass, he realized that things were not going to happen that fast or easy. Stephanie hugged Gwen and then moved to Steve and hugged him. 

Kate was next. She hugged Gwen and whispered in her ear and then placed her arms around Steve's neck. "From that first day, I knew you two were made for each other. Take care of my sister. I love you both."

Diane was next. "Knowing you has made us all better. When you're with Gwen, anything is possible. Us being here in Paris proves that. Give her a night to remember," urged Diane as she gently kissed Steve.

Steve was surprised to find Amber Stahl in his arms. "This is so romantic! I wish I could report it. You guys have carried me along on your amazing voyage and I'll always be grateful. Thanks, Steve. Tomorrow morning I'm going to take a picture of you guys coming down for breakfast. I can't wait to see how Gwen glows."

"I wish I had someone that loved me like you love Gwen for my first time," confessed Jordan. "You two make me want to be better than I am. I wish I was Gwen, but I'm not. But it's okay to be me. I know that now. Love her up real good, Big Boy!"

Lastly, Paula stood in front of Steve and gazed steadily into his eyes. "I'm giving you my daughter. There's no greater compliment, or sign of love and respect than that. I know you love her and she loves you. I'm so happy you can experience this in Paris with people that love you both nearby. We'll be looking for you in the morning, and don't even think about griping about being teased. If you're half the man I think you are, you'll accept it with a big smile. I do love you, like a mother and like a woman. I'll be thinking of you both all night."

"Paula, you've been like a mother to me most of the time, and like a very special woman other times. You've been a wonderful example for your girls and a huge part of the reason why they're so accomplished. I'll never let you or your family down. I promise you that. Giving me your daughter is an honor and a trust I'll always do my best to uphold." 

Once they were in their room, Steve held Gwen for a very long time without speaking. He wanted to somehow transfer his feeling to her without speech. After a couple of minutes, Gwen broke the silence. "I feel your love, Steve. It's washing over me."

Steve wasn't experienced but he had listened and read a great deal. He knew that he needed to slow everything down, even as he wanted to rush through everything. He asked Gwen questions about her evening. Then he asked her about what she hoped would happen that night and in the future. He listened and asked questions based on her responses. 

He explained his feelings of love and devotion to her. He spoke of his fears, hopes and dreams. He pledged his fidelity and asked for hers. Gwen was made to realize that he was sincere in his feelings and concerns for her happiness and well being. He wanted nothing more than seeing that her life was safe and rewarding. Being Gwen's first lover was not something he took lightly and she loved him for that.

Finally they were naked and holding each other. Steve spent a very long time touching her skin, feeling her flesh and studying every inch of her body. By the time his lips touched her clit, Gwen felt like she was on fire. She was bathed in sweat and began a series of never ending orgasms. When she was certain that she could endure no more, she urged him to move back up her body.

Looking into each other's eyes, Steve slid partway into her. Gwen flinched momentarily. They maintained eye contact as Steve forcefully buried himself in her steaming vagina. Gwen felt a momentary burning sensation that quickly turned to the most intense orgasm of her young life.

They clung to each other as they moved together in the age old dance of love. Their tongues dueled as Steve became more insistent, unable to temper his desire any longer. Gwen thought her heart might burst when she heard Steve groan and felt him jerk inside her as he flooded her with his manly essence. Afterward they sat together naked in a large chair, enjoying the lights of the city and beauty of the Eiffel Tower at night.

Everyone was waiting for them when they went downstairs for breakfast. True to her word, Amber took pictures as they approached the table. Gwen saw everyone watching her closely and felt their love. Her radiant smile grew even bigger as she faced her family and friends. 

"So, what looks good?" asked Gwen as she picked up her menu. Everyone at the table broke into gales of laughter. 

"Is that it?"Demanded Kate when the laughter abated. "Aren't you going to tell us anything about last night? You know we're dying to hear the details!"

"Kate, I have no words. Let's eat and enjoy our meal before we report to that department store for the promotion. I appreciate your interest, but I would do everyone at the table a huge disservice if I gave details. You'd forever try to compare. Believe me when I tell you this, no one can, or ever will."

Steve was grateful that Gwen declined to supply Kate with details. He was pleased with the response she gave. The women sat quietly, mulling over Gwen's assertion for what seemed like minutes. Could it have been that good? All eyes eventually turned to Steve. He began to fidget. 

"Just what I was afraid of," groaned Kate. "Now the rest of us are doomed to spend our lives wondering what might have been, and what we've missed. Our lovers will never take us to that place that Gwen will visit every night with Steve. Maybe I should become a nun."

Shortly after breakfast, the group was shuttled to a department store on The Champs-Elysees. Looking up the avenue, they saw that the Arc de triomphe was within easy walking distance.

"This is almost like a dream!" marveled Stephanie. "I have to keep pinching myself to believe it's all real. It sure pays to be Gwen's cousin and on her good side."

Steve noticed the large posters placed throughout the store when he entered it. They were the topless shots that Gwen and Lisa posed for with him what seemed like a life time ago. Steve had to admit they looked great. The poses were artistic and somewhat erotic without being lewd or pornographic. Steve decided that his favorite was the picture with Gwen's red bikini top draped over one of his shoulders as she leaned against his chest with her face turned to the camera. A large portion of her ample bosom was visible, but her nipples were buried against him and did not show. 

Steve found himself getting an erection as he surveyed the posters. There were several with Gwen and Lisa leaning into him with their breasts pressed against his sides. In one, Gwen was looking over his shoulder with most of her cleavage on display and only her nipples hidden from sight while Lisa was draped on his lap with her arm lifted to cover her most strategic parts, but little was left to the imagination.

"Wow!" exclaimed Kate as she looked around at the posters. "Mom wouldn't let me do any of those poses. Look how sexy they are! No wonder Lisa's working as a model. She's beautiful and so is Gwen. They should sell the posters and forget about swim suits!"

Diane, Stephanie, Jordan, and Amber began to quiz Gwen and Paula about the photos as Steve spoke with the manager about the schedule for the day. 

As soon as the doors opened, shoppers began streaming in to look at the 'Lady in Red' line. Paula and Diane managed to chat with many of the shoppers since most spoke some English, They were surprised at how many were from the United States.

"We saw your daughter's picture in the Sunday paper this morning. She looked incredible as Wonder Woman. Her boyfriend could easily play Tarzan in the movies. He'd be way better than any of the actors they've had in the past," offered a middle aged woman from Michigan. "We've been following their exploits and I have to tell you that those kids make me proud to be an American. I'm going to be watching that show about the river rescue when it comes on next month."

"I can't wait to see the TV specials they've been advertising on CBC," chimed in her traveling companion. "The previews look great. Those kids sing and dance like pros. Are they engaged? Can I get their autographs?" 

Paula beamed as she chatted with the two ladies. "No, they're not engaged. Gwen is going to Stanford in the fall. She plans on attending medical school there. Steve will be attending the Naval Academy and then wants to be a SEAL. I'm sure they'd be happy to give you autographs if you go ask."

There was a steady stream of shoppers stopping in all day. The store had done an excellent job of advertising that Gwen and Steve would be at the store, along with the famous Jordan Quick. 

"We seem to be more popular here than in the states," observed Steve to the group during a break. "I can't get over how many people have stopped in to see us. They must be selling a lot of swimsuits and gowns."

About an hour before they were to wrap up for the day, President D'Anjou's wife and daughter stopped in. Security was tight as even more shoppers flocked to the store to see Michelle and Colette. They made a fuss over the gowns and swim suits before ordering several of each. Michelle, Kate and Stephanie had become friendly the previous evening. By the time Michelle left, the three appeared to be lifelong buddies.

Near the end of the day, the store manager requested that Steve, Jordan, and Gwen sing a few songs to keep the shoppers coming in. Steve and Jordan sat at the piano and delivered a softer, slower version of their current hit. Those watching and listening gave their very enthusiastic approval. Then Jordan played while Steve and Gwen sang 'Bridge over Troubled Waters'. Steve played for Jordan as she finished up the impromptu show with one of her first hit ballads. 

On the ride home, Amber made a request. "I'd like to send reports back to the station every day. It keeps the interest up and gives me more air time. I'd like to sit down with all of you every evening if possible, and discuss the events of the day. Then I'll edit it and send it back to the station.




Lady in Red Ch. 22



"I have some great footage of the costume party. I managed to record you three doing that amazing job with those songs. I videoed the posters that were on display in the store. I need to know if there's anything you don't want me to report. Can I show those posters? I know they're racier than the ones used stateside, but they can be shown on TV."

Gwen looked at Steve and then to her mother to see if they were going to respond before she began. "I don't think we should censor you if we can avoid it. I absolutely do not want anything mentioned about my sleeping arrangements, but the rest of what happens on the trip is okay. We're not asking you to mislead the public. The truth will usually work fine, as long as our very personal life is not mentioned.

"I can't speak for Jordan. She needs to tell you what she's comfortable with and what she isn't. Her career is taking off again and people are very interested in her. She needs to decide how much you report on her."

"I'm the opposite of Gwen," laughed Jordan. "I'd love for you to tell the people of American that Steve Hammer's doing me every which way every night, and have it be true. Since you've got too much integrity to lie, telling the whole truth about this week will be fine with me. If I'm dumb enough to get into trouble again, let the public know about it. I sure appreciate that you think enough of us to ask. Most reporters would rather make stuff up than tell the truth."

At dinner, the group was tired but happy as they enjoyed the French cuisine. "I'd like to thank everyone for being so supportive of Steve and me last night. I'd like to thank you for not asking a lot of questions today. Remember that Steve doesn't have a big family where everything, and I mean everything, is discussed openly. He's adjusting to life with us and personal questions tend to make him uncomfortable.

"That's about all I want to say about last night, except that I can't explain how close I feel to Steve and how much he means to me. Six months ago, I didn't know him. Now he's my world. I still have trouble believing it. It's my sincere hope that all of you have either experienced love like this, or that you someday will."

"Really, Sis? Great! Lend me your boyfriend for the night and I'll be smiling for a week!" promised Kate.

After dinner, the group retired to an empty meeting room and Amber set up her camera. She asked everyone to sit on a large sofa with the rest standing behind them. She sat in front of them and directed the conversation.

"Before we left home to come to Paris, Gwen, Jordan, and Steve were all over the airwaves. There's a TV movie coming out soon about Steve and Gwen's daring river rescue of those two toddlers that frigid day last November. Your dance to the song 'Lady in Red' is one of the most watched videos ever on YouTube. 

"Since you two have met, we've seen the shootout with terrorists armed with handguns and explosives, Gwen's stirring appeal for the Spartan Nation to give blood, the abduction and torture of Steve, his dramatic rescue in a blizzard, hit recordings and videos, four TV specials to be aired next month, an invitation to a state dinner, promotion of a line of clothes, a deadly hand to hand battle with a former KGB operative in a swank Washington Hotel, and an invitation from the first family of France to visit them in Paris. Is there anything I've failed to mention?"

"Actually, there are a few more things you could mention," interjected Paula quickly. "These kids are donating all the proceeds from these projects to the building fund for the hospital in Sparta. Steve has received an appointment to the Naval Academy where he will also be playing quarterback for the football team. He intends to honor his father's and grandfather's service to our country by becoming a Navy SEAL, like his father before him. Gwen has secured a full academic scholarship to Stanford where she also hopes to attend medical school. Jordan's breathed new life into her career with a hit song and video and television appearances. She is also donating her share of any proceeds from those ventures to the hospital building fund. I'm so proud of these kids and the Spartan Nation that I could burst."

"As we were boarding the flight to come to Paris, Steve received a call from our friend and manager, Clyde Davis. He explained to Steve that he had reached an agreement with a major studio to feature Jordan, Steve, and me in a movie. He's having the screenplay written even as we speak. It's going to be way different than most movies you see these days. It'll be a throwback to the old musical/romance/action movies from the fifties and early sixties. We're very excited about it and we'll start filming before school ends this spring, so we can finish it before college and football start later this summer. As you can see, things have been happening very fast," concluded Gwen.

"What are your impressions thus far, Jordan?" asked Amber of her now friend.

"Gwen and Steve are amazing. I'm trying to hang on for the ride. I'd pretty much self destructed before I met these two. They've taken me in, accepted me, and taught me quite a lot. Gwen's family seems too good to be true, but what you see is what you get. They're giving, gracious, and kind. I just try to stay out of the way and let them sweep me along on this incredible adventure that's their lives."

"Stephanie and Kate, how are you enjoying Paris so far? Any interesting adventures yet?" quizzed Amber of the two cousins.

"I met the French President's wife today. Yesterday I met his daughter. I went to a costume party as Supergirl and danced with a lot of cute French guys. Today I modeled bikinis and gowns and signed autographs and we've only been here a couple days!" boasted Stephanie.

"I was invited by the French President's daughter to a costume party in Paris. I got to dress as Lara Croft, aka Napoleon's Tomb Raider, big guns and all, dance with a lot of good looking guys and have a great time. Today I modeled and signed autographs. We saw Steve overcome a bad pair of Jungle Panties to be the hit of the party," laughed Kate as she looked at Steve. "This morning we learned, mostly secondhand, that Steve has even more amazing skills than we had realized. His talent truly knows no bounds."



Lady in Red Ch. 23



Steve and Gwen woke up early the next morning, but lost track of time while they showered together. Steve finally managed to dry himself while Gwen remained in the shower, singing as she washed her hair.

Just as Steve pulled his shirt on, a light knock sounded on his door. Steve swung the bathroom door closed and went to see who was knocking. He immediately recognized Charlie Burns. He was the band member that had approached him about jamming with his group the night Gwen sang with Jack Timberline.

“Charlie? In Paris? I’m really surprised to see you, but come on in and have a seat!” invited Steve warmly.

“Thanks, Steve. Yeah, we’re doing a gig here in Paris. That night you played with us at the hotel helped get us some more recognition. Our drummer’s cousin works here in Paris. She showed a small club here the video from the night you played with us. Naturally, they liked it a lot and hired us. They were a bit upset when we showed up without Steve Hammer. We still did pretty well and it worked out okay. 

“Last night as we finished up our final set, we were approached by a guy from the Olympia Theatre. I don’t know if you’re familiar with that place, but they’ve had some great acts play there. The guy told us that you were in the city this week and if we could get you to play with us, we’d get to do a set of six songs. That offer’s good every night that you’re willing to perform with us.”

“Wow! That’s some deal. I’d love to do it, but I need to talk with Gwen first and see how she feels about it. Would she and Jordan Quick be included?” asked Steve thoughtfully.

“My God! You can’t be serious! You’re asking if two of the best singers in the world can join us? Of course we’d love to have them, if they’d be willing to appear with us. Can you talk them into it?”

“You just did,” interjected Gwen from across the room. Neither of the two men had seen Gwen emerge from the bathroom and sit down on the bed. They both stood immediately.

“Gwen Anderson! I don’t know if you remember me but we met briefly.”

“Of course I remember. You had that really good band that Steve played with the same night I sang at Jack Timberline’s concert. You guys are very good. If you don’t think I’d embarrass myself or your band, I’d love to perform with you, Steve, and Jordan. It’d have to be in the evening since we’re booked up for three more promotions and taping some commercials this week.”

“Are you kidding? I’ve heard your songs and I saw the ads for your TV shows. The guys would be honored to have you perform with us. Is Jordan in there?” asked Charlie as he nodded toward the bathroom.

“No,” laughed Gwen. “In spite of all the stories you may have seen on TV and the internet, Jordan does not spend nights with us. She’s a great friend, and we love her, but Steve and I are in a very monogamous relationship. I’ll call her right now and see if she can come over.”

“I didn’t mean to suggest anything! It was a stupid question. I shouldn’t believe the crap I see on TV, although it has to be true if it’s on the internet,” chuckled Charlie. “I can’t believe that I’m going to meet Jordan Quick. She’s one of the best singers and most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.”

“Good, because she just heard every word,” stated Gwen with a grin. “I was on the phone with her and she was listening to what you said about her. There she is now.”

Steve opened the door when Jordan knocked and ushered her inside. “This is Charlie Burns. I jammed with his band once back in the states. He has a chance to play the Olympia if he can persuade us to join his group for a set or two. Interested?”

“Are you kidding?” demanded Jordan. “That was one of the places I wanted to see while we were here! It’s had some great performers appear there over the years. I’d love to play that house! I hope I don’t disappoint you.”

“Your modesty is very becoming, but hardly necessary. You’re one of the best talents I’ve ever heard! I can’t wait to perform with you live!” enthused Charlie. “Steve, can we all get together to go over some songs, and maybe practice a little? The club we’ve been playing at will let us practice there until they open at eight.”

“We’re available today, aren’t we, Gwen? I know your family wanted to sightsee, but Kate, Steph, Diane and your mom can have a good time doing that while we work on this gig.”

“I should think that would work,” acknowledged Gwen. “We’ll need to spend some time rehearsing our numbers. We don’t want to make total asses of ourselves. Normally, we’d practice for a few weeks at least.”

Gwen, Jordan, and Steve joined the rest of their group for breakfast a short while later. “Don’t tell me that Jordan spent the night with you guys. I thought you’d stay exclusive for a few more nights, at least. This’ll be on the evening news, won’t it, Amber?” questioned Kate with a devilish grin.

“No, it won’t. Nor will your comment about Steve’s talents that you made last night,” assured Amber with a sly grin of her own. “I know where my bread is buttered. If Gwen and Jordan want to share Steve, it’ll go unreported by me.”

“See how rumors get started!” moaned Gwen. “Jordan stopped in our room to discuss business. If you recall, she was in your room when you woke up this morning, Amber. Keep up this teasing and I won’t tell you about the amazing opportunity we have to perform at the Olympia Theatre this week.”

Everyone became serious as Jordan and Gwen explained the opportunity presented to them that morning. “It’s one of the coolest places for an artist to play,” stated Jordan. “They often have five or six different acts play in a night. Each act may be allowed six or eight songs in their set. You get to play with some pretty cool acts. We’re going to play a set there each night for the rest of the week!”

“We’re going to rehearse all day to be prepared, or at least be more prepared, for this opportunity. That means that Mom and Diane and the girls will be sightseeing without us today, if that’s okay?”

“We’ll be disappointed that you kids aren’t with us, but we certainly understand your reasoning. Diane and I will be able to have some sisterly bonding and we’ll even bond with our daughters, too. We’ll be fine, but be sure to get us in to see the show tonight. Amber, you can come with us if you want to see the sights, or more likely, shop all over Paris.”

“Thanks, Paula, but this sounds too good to pass up. Can I watch you guys practice today, and play tonight? I’ll try to keep out of the way, but I know my station will be interested in this. It’s the reason they sent me to Paris with you guys.”  

Gwen, Jordan, Steve, and Amber took a taxi to the club that Charlie had mentioned. Paula, Diane and the girls went out to shop in some of the famous stores of Paris. While the rehearsal was important, what Kate and Stephanie would discover later that afternoon while shopping would have far reaching effects on Steve and Gwen.

“Stephanie! Look over there at that tall girl in the green top!” insisted Kate as the girls browsed in a shoe store later that afternoon. “Wait until she turns around.”

“Oh, wow!” exclaimed a surprised Stephanie. “I can’t believe it. We need to tell Mom and Paula.”

Kate was way ahead of Stephanie and was already headed to the other side of the store to find her mother and aunt. “Come with me, quick!” urged Kate as she motioned to Paula and Diane. “You’ve got to see this for yourself.”

Kate led her mystified mother and aunt back to where Stephanie was waiting. “Where is she?” asked Kate as she surveyed the area.

“She sat down to try on some shoes. She’s over along the wall, sitting in one of those chairs,” pointed Stephanie.

Kate swung and headed in the direction Stephanie had indicated. Paula and Diane’s confusion showed as they followed Kate. She approached a girl sitting in a chair, while she tried on a pair of shoes.

“Excuse me. Do you speak any English?” asked Kate politely when she neared the stranger.

The girl stopped working on squeezing into the shoe and looked up at Kate. Diane and Paula both gasped involuntarily when they looked into the girl’s face. 

“Yeah, I’m from Virginia,” responded the girl suspiciously. “Are you looking for something? I don’t have much money with me.”

“Oh, no! We’re okay for money. It’s just that you look a lot like a friend of ours. Do you have any cousins with the last name ‘Hammer’, or any relatives with that name?” asked Kate.

“I’m an only child. If I have any cousins, no one’s ever told me about them. My mother’s supposed to meet me here in a few minutes. You can ask her,” replied the tall girl as Kate pulled her phone and began to text.

A couple minutes passed as Kate and Stephanie chatted with the girl before she pointed to a tall, attractive woman walking toward them. “That’s my mother. Maybe she can answer your questions. I’ll introduce you.

“Mother, this is Kate and Stephanie. These two ladies are their mothers and they’re from the USA. They’re asking if I have any relatives with the name of ‘Hammer’. I told them I never heard of any. Have you?”

“No, I don’t believe that we have any relatives with that name, or even know anyone with it. Why are you asking?”

 “Your daughter bears a striking resemblance to a young man we know with that name. Her eyes are striking, and appear identical to his. I’m sure you realize that your daughter’s eyes are quite unusual and extremely attractive,” responded Paula.

“Yes, they’re amazing, but several people in my family have had eyes like that. My mother’s are the same. She’s here in Paris with us. Maybe she’ll finish her shopping in time to join us here. It seems quite unlikely that you’re friend is related to us, even as unusual as Jen’s eyes are,” replied the girl’s mother.

“Her name is Jen? I’m sorry but we haven’t properly introduced ourselves. I’m Paula Anderson and this is my daughter Kate. This is my sister, Diane and that’s her daughter, Stephanie.”

“Hi. I’m Janice Bennington. You’ve met my daughter, Jen. I’m sorry that I can’t help you more, but I’m afraid we really don’t have that many relatives.” 

Steve and the girls had just finished several grueling hours of practice when Gwen’s phone indicated that Kate had sent her a text message. Gwen read it, quickly replied and turned to Steve, Amber, and Jordan.

“Mom, Diane and the girls are just a couple blocks from here. Let’s meet up with them and then go to dinner. I’m famished and we’re going to need a lot of energy. We want to do our best tonight.”

Gwen led Steve into the trendy shoe store and looked around for her family. Seeing her mother and Diane talking to an attractive woman, she turned and headed for them, dragging Steve with her. Suddenly she felt Steve stiffen and stop walking. Turning to see why he had stopped, Gwen saw tears forming in Steve’s eyes. Jordan and Amber stopped to look at Steve as his emotions ran across his face.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” asked Gwen with concern. “Did something happen? Are you okay?”

Steve sobbed and rubbed the back of his hands over his eyes in an attempt to clear them. “That’s my mother!”

Gwen, Amber, and Jordan were stunned at Steve’s pronouncement. They all knew that his mother had died several years prior. Now he was telling them that she was alive!

“Do you want to speak to her? Do you want me to speak to her while you wait here? Tell me how you want to handle this,” urged Gwen, but Steve merely sighed and began walking toward the woman.

Paula had been conversing with Janice Bennington when she noticed the girls and Steve headed their way. She wondered how Steve would react when he saw the pretty girl that resembled him so strongly. Then she noticed how strangely Steve was behaving. She must have been staring at Steve since Janice Bennington turned her head to see what held Paula’s interest. She saw a very tall, handsome young man wiping his eyes as he strode toward her. She expected him to stop when he got close. Instead, he took her into his arms and hugged her tightly!

Gwen saw surprise and then shock on the woman’s face as Steve picked her off her feet in a huge hug. He carefully, but enthusiastically swung her around a couple of times before he realized she was trying to call for help. He gently set her down and looked lovingly into her eyes.

“I don’t know who you think you are, but I should have you arrested! You almost broke my ribs! You can’t go around hugging women like that!” stated Janice emphatically.

Steve was stunned. Seeing his mother alive had been a huge shock, but hearing her deny knowing him crushed him completely. Slowly, he struggled to return to reality. He had seen his mother in the casket. She couldn’t be alive. But how could this lady look so much like her? His brain felt like it was shutting down as it tried to digest contradictory information.

“You must be the friend that these ladies were telling me about. You do have eyes like Jen’s, and you two look a lot alike. But that doesn’t make us relatives,” declared Janice Bennington with some annoyance.

“Did you just say ’Jen’? Are you Jen Hammer? Are you related to her?” asked Gwen excitedly.

“I’ve never heard of any Jen Hammer. I was referring to my daughter, Jen. She’s standing right there, by Kate and Stephanie,” indicated the woman by nodding toward her daughter.

“Oh, my God!” exclaimed Gwen as she saw Jennifer Bennington for the first time. “She could be Steve’s twin! I find it difficult to believe that your daughter can look so much like Steve; that he can mistake you for his own mother, and yet there is no connection? There’s more to this than meets the eye. Everything points to you being related, and closely, right down to your daughter having the same name as Steve’s mother.”

“Your mother’s name is Jen?” gasped the woman as she suddenly became very pale. “Is she here in Paris? How is she? I want to see her!”

“I’m afraid that can never happen,” responded Paula softly. “Steve’s mother died in a car accident when he was 14. Did you know her?”

“She’s dead!” sobbed the woman. She slowly began to collapse, but Steve stepped forward and caught her. He gently helped her to the chair Jen had been sitting in while trying on a pair of shoes. By this time, huge gut wrenching sobs were filling the room. 

Steve found himself tearing up as he watched the strange woman that looked so much like his mother, suffer so badly. Gwen moved close to him and hugged him tightly. It was apparent that this had taken an emotional toll on her normally stoic boyfriend.

The group remained quiet as they waited for Janice Bennington to compose herself. They watched as her sobbing lessened and she began drying her eyes with a tissue. Finally, she collected herself enough to speak.

“Jen and I were identical twins. We did everything together. At least we did until she met a boy she knew my mother would never approve. I was in the living room the evening she started to tell Mom that she was in love with a sailor, and he had asked her to marry him.

“Mother never even asked his name or anything about him. She simply told Jen that she ‘forbade it’. We were a few months out of high school. Jen was eighteen and headstrong. She told Mom that she didn’t care what she ‘forbade’, she was in love and was going to marry the boy, or actually a young man. Mother went ballistic. She told Jen he was after our money and if Jen persisted, she would be cut off from the family. No daughter of hers was going to marry some damn worthless sailor. Jen would be disinherited if she didn’t end it immediately.

“We never saw Jen again. She left that night while we were sleeping. We never knew where she went. We didn’t even know the name of her boyfriend! I didn’t know how to contact her. I found out later that she had written to me a few times, but Mom intercepted my mail and never let me see the letters. Jen probably thought that I was siding with Mom since I never responded, even though I never even saw the letters!”

“Mom told me that she was an orphan; that she had no living relatives,” revealed Steve. “I never had any reason to doubt her. I can see why she told me that now. Her own mother turned her away because she was in love with my Dad. I never knew she sacrificed so much to be with him.”

“Your mother was the strong one. I always followed. Dad was devastated when Jen left. He and mom fought about it quite often. He still talks about her when Mom isn’t around. It’ll break his heart to hear that Jen died. We didn’t know anything about it. We don’t even know where she’s buried. I’m so ashamed!” sobbed Janice as tears once again began streaking down her cheeks.

“That makes you my cousin. I’m Jennifer Bennington. I’m sorry your mother died and that Grandma was so mean to her. I’m seventeen and I’ll be a senior next year at a private school near Arlington, Virginia. You’re Steve Hammer?”

“Yes, I’m Steve. This is Gwen Anderson, my girlfriend. This little minx is my very good friend, Jordan Quick. We’re here in Paris for the week and will be going back home Sunday,” responded Steve.

Jen looked from Steve to Gwen to Jordan and back to Steve. She became excited as she obviously recognized the trio. “You’re my cousin? Jordan Quick is your friend? Your girlfriend is ‘The Lady in Red’? I can’t believe it!”

“What’s going on here, Janice?” demanded an older woman as she approached the group standing near Janice Bennington.

“Mother, this is your grandson, Steve Hammer. He’s Jen’s son. She died a few years ago! We just met by accident,” finished Janice.

“I don’t believe in coincidences, Janice. This is more likely a scam of some kind. What proof does he have? He’s after our money, thinking we’ll be all excited to see him and take him in. I doubt he’s related to us in any way. Let’s leave this place and return to our hotel. Good day to all of you,” stated the old lady with finality.

“That’s sure a relief!” snapped Steve angrily. “The thought of being related to a miserable old woman like you makes my skin crawl. Let’s just go our separate ways and pretend this unfortunate meeting never occurred.”

The older woman looked at Steve with unflinching eyes. She studied his face and then looked at him from the ground up. “You’re an impudent young man. You do bear some resemblance to Jen, but that hardly makes you a relative. We’re a substantial family in Virginia and have always managed to avoid the conmen that wealth often attracts. I do agree with you, however, that we should go our separate ways.”

“Steve! You can’t speak like that to your own Grandmother! You were raised better than that. Apologize to her. You’ve had a difficult time here. I understand that, but you’ll never forgive yourself if it ends like this,” maintained Gwen as she looked into Steve’s eyes.

Steve looked at Gwen for a few seconds, and then turned to the older woman that had rankled him so badly. “I apologize, Madam, for my rude outburst. Your age, gender, and position require better behavior from me. I will be of no further bother to you or your family.”  

“I think that would be best, young man. Come along Janice, Jen. We have a dinner appointment. We’ll put this incident behind us and have a pleasant meal.” 

Janice Bennington stood, shrugged her shoulders to those watching and followed her mother from the store. Jen was almost in tears as she quickly said her goodbyes and hurried to catch her mother.

“Steve, I’m so sorry! Let’s get a nice dinner and forget about that cruel woman. You have us for family now,” insisted Gwen. “We’ll never turn our backs on you. I promise.”

“Yeah! You’re like a brother to Stephanie, Jordan, and me. We all love and need you. Don’t give those people another thought. We even have a few relatives we don’t mention to anyone,” revealed Kate as she watched Steve’s face.

“I know how it feels to have family betray you, and it hurts,” admitted Jordan. “That just makes having a family and friends like all of us even better. We aren’t related, but we’re your family, and like Kate said, we all love you.”  




Lady in Red Ch. 23



Steve was slowly pulling himself back together. “If I had never met those people, I would’ve been fine. I thought that woman, my aunt, was somehow my mother, even though I know Mom is dead. That’s pretty screwed up thinking. It felt so amazing to see her alive, but when she rejected me, I was crushed. It was like my memory of my mother was denying that she was my mom. I can’t explain it, but it really hurt for a little while. That mean old lady, who may be my Grandmother didn’t hurt as much. I might’ve been numb by then. I don’t know.”

“Any family should be proud to have you in it,” asserted Paula. “The girls weren’t kidding when they told you how much we all love you and consider you a part of us. Those people have serious issues, not you. You’re a fine young man and they just made a huge mistake, which they will come to regret. I can guarantee that.”

Steve was subdued during dinner. The women pretended that they didn’t notice as they chatted about shopping and the evening’s big show. 

“Well, let’s get over to the Olympia and see if we can rock this town!” urged Jordan. “I don’t know how popular country and western is here, so I’m straying a little into rock and roll for the show. Hopefully, it’ll just widen my fan base. I can’t wait to see how the audience reacts to our set.”

“After listening to you at rehearsal, I know they’re going to love your singing,” guaranteed Gwen. “I just hope they don’t boo me off the stage after your big song. That one’s unbelievably good. Steve really had a great idea when he suggested that one for you.”

“That was a good idea, but your song is brilliant! It fits so well with your life. Everyone’s going to pick up on that immediately. I can’t wait to see the reaction,” declared Jordan with enthusiasm.

“Would you mind telling us what songs you’re doing? You’re really piqued my interest now,” stated Diane. “I can’t wait to hear you three perform.”

“We promised Charlie that we’d keep everything to ourselves. He’s really good at arranging songs and deciding what sounds best for each of us, don’t you think?” asked Jordan.

“He’s good, alright,” agreed Gwen. “The fact that he’s an amazing musician, and a hunk, doesn’t hurt too much, does it, Jordan? I saw how you were hanging on his every word. It seemed like the beautiful Jordan Quick acted a bit shy around the man. I was surprised.”

“Truthfully, I do like Charlie,” revealed Jordan. “That was the problem. He seemed to know all of my songs and everything about me. He probably saw the pictures of me in Steve’s arms with my boobs exposed. I’m really ashamed of that now. How can I ever get a nice guy to like me after acting like such a slut? He probably thinks I’m sleeping with Steve every night.”

“You can end that worry right now,” replied Gwen. “I told him this morning that Steve and I were in a monogamous relationship. He’s a big boy. Let him decide if he can handle the whole package known as Jordan Quick. If he can’t, he’s not anyone you should be interested in. Something tells me that he’d be honored to be seen with you. He sure watched you closely enough at rehearsal.”

Steve and the girls made it to the Olympia just as the first performers began their set. Charlie had arranged for his group to appear next to last. The headliners for the week were scheduled to play the last set.

Charlie was excited and nervous as they waited for their turn. “I can’t tell you how much us guys appreciate you three singing with us. We’re pretty good musicians, but we don’t have that special ingredient it takes to make it big. You three have it in spades. We’re just glad we got together for this chance of a lifetime.”

When their time arrived to set up, Charlie was all business and showed no signs of being nervous. The first song was the combined “We Will Rock You” and We Are the Champions” by Queen. This combination allowed the band members to showcase their skills. Steve played guitar while Jordan played the piano. Gwen sang lead with strong backup from Steve and Jordan. Most in the audience were surprised that Steve didn’t sing lead, but soon came to realize that Gwen was more than capable of singing the song well.  


Next, Jordan and Steve went with their current hit song. They gave it all the emotion they could as they faced each other and sang like they were lovers. The crowd enjoyed it and cheered wildly. 

As soon as the applause calmed down, the band went right to the next number. This featured Jordan doing ‘Total Eclipse of the Heart’ with Steve and Gwen backing her up. This time Jordan sang with all the emotion she could possibly muster. Her voice was perfect for the song and the crowd soon realized that Jordan Quick was more than an excellent country singer. She was an excellent singer, regardless of the genre. When she finished, sweat was dripping from her face and she was breathing hard. The applause was thunderous as fans clapped, whistled, and hollered for her. 

When the cheers finally subsided, the band began its next number. Jordan sat at the piano and started playing. Gwen moved to the front and faced Steve. “Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods? Where’s the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds?”

They knew they were taking a chance doing two Bonnie Tyler songs back-to-back, but they had agreed that the songs fit the girls’ voices perfectly. Gwen belted out ‘I Need a hero’ with feeling as she looked at Steve. It was apparent that the lyrics resonated with her. Kate, Paula, Diane, Amber, and Stephanie were spellbound as they listened to Gwen make the song her own.

“He’s gotta be strong and he’s gotta be fast, and he’s gotta be fresh from the fight. I need a hero,” sang Gwen as she her eyes never left Steve.

Steve had been a bit concerned about Gwen and Charlie choosing this song and insisting that she sing it to him on stage. He worried about appearing to be conceited or smug. He found that playing the guitar while Gwen sang helped relax him.

As Gwen finished her song, the applause was every bit as loud and long as Jordan had enjoyed. The audience took some time to quiet down. As the applause finally began to lessen, Steve and the band began to play. This time they went with The Eagles’ “Lyin’ Eyes”. 

Steve led with the guitar and sang the first stanza. Jordan and Gwen joined him for the chorus and then Jordan sang the next stanza. All three sang the chorus again and then Gwen took over the following stanza. The three finished the song singing the chorus together. The crowd ate it up.

Jordan remained at the piano and began playing. The crowd quickly went quiet as Steve delivered “Can’t Help Falling in Love”. Oohs and aahs were heard quite often as the younger females in the audience responded strongly to the song and Steve’s delivery. Once again there was spirited applause as Steve finished. By the time the curtain dropped on the group on stage, the audience was showing its wild approval.

“I guess that answers your question about how the audience would like older songs!” laughed Charlie as the curtain dropped to continuous applause. “You guys sang the hell out of those songs! This was the best musical effort I’ve ever been associated with.”

The band had to quickly get their equipment off the stage so the next group could set up. With the help of Steve, Gwen, and Jordan they were loading the last of their instruments into a van a few minutes later. That was where Paula, Diane, Amber and Stephanie found them.

“Wow!” exclaimed Kate. “That was amazing! Did you hear that crowd? They loved every song. When Steve sang that last one, every girl in there had wet panties.”

“Kate! That’s no way for a young lady to talk, regardless of how accurate it may be,” cautioned Paula with a smile. “He certainly did have a pronounced effect on them.”

Steve noticed that Kate and Stephanie were making serious efforts to engage him in conversation as they walked back to their hotel that night. He knew why they were so attentive and loved them for it. He let them know that their efforts were appreciated.

“Kate and Steph, you guys are the best,” praised Steve as he wrapped his arms around the two girls’ shoulders and hugged them to him. “You’re making me realize that I do have family, and that family cares about me and how I feel. I’ll never forget today. I learned that I had relatives I never knew I had. I learned that they really didn’t want me in their lives, which hurt quite a lot. But I also learned that I have two of the nicest, prettiest, sexiest sisters in the world. That’s a very good feeling.” 

 “We just want you to know that you have us for family. We both love you an awful lot. You could be a stuck-up, insufferable jerk with all the success you’ve had, but you’re still really nice to us. You treat us better than most brothers would, so I’m not sure what you’d call our relationship, but we’re here for you, anytime you need us,” promised Kate.

“I’ve never been as comfortable with a guy as I am with you,” confessed Stephanie. “You’re so successful and such a hunk, yet you’re really nice to me. You make me feel special. I trust you completely. I know you’d do anything to keep me from being hurt. I guess I do love you, too, but I’m not trying to steal you away from Gwen.”

“Stephanie, it’s okay to love this guy. I’m sure that I’ll love the guy you pick out. Until your special fellow comes along, we’ll just share Steve,” promised Gwen.

Amber Stahl was her usual quiet self as the group strolled through the streets of Paris. “I think I have plenty of footage to send back to the station tonight and it’s late, so I won’t ask anyone for any interviews. That way Kate won’t be able to tease Gwen and Steve. I won’t be mentioning the encounter with your aunt and grandmother, so don’t worry about that, Steve.” 

Later that night, after Gwen had ridden him to orgasm, Steve lay with his head on Gwen’s stomach and gently toyed with her breasts. “Kate and Steph tried so hard to cheer me up tonight. They made me feel a lot better after that scene with my grandmother and aunt. 

“I can’t tell you how much it means to me that you and your whole family have treated me so well. My mother was banished from her family for falling in love with my father. Your parents have allowed me to make love to you when you fell in love with me. That’s some difference.” 

“Don’t be too hard on your grandmother. She was probably raised to think a certain way. She can’t help it. My parents would never have allowed me to have sex with any other boy. I’m sure of that. What you’ve done for my family is way beyond what anyone could ever expect. You’ve proven your courage and love. You made it impossible for them to refuse when I told them I was going to sleep with you. They knew they’d never keep us apart and it would be wrong to try.

“Mom’s worried about us being so far apart for so long when we go away to school. She’s worried that one of us will weaken and fall in love with someone else and break the other person’s heart. She doesn’t understand just how much we’re in love.”

“I’ll never betray your love, Gwen. No matter what you hear, or even see, always know that I love you and I’ll always be faithful. Besides hurting you, I’d disappoint your family. Their opinion of me means even more now that I’ve met my own grandmother. I want to be part of your family as long as you’ll have me. It means a lot to me.”

“That’s such a nice compliment for Mom, Dad, Lisa, Kate and Diane’s family. Seeing how much you respect my father has caused me to rethink my relationship with him. I feel closer than ever. I thought that having a lover would distance me from Dad, but it’s been the opposite. I think that’s mostly because of how well you speak of him and respect his wishes. I pretty much took my family for granted before I met you, but no more. Seeing how you embrace them and how my family accepts and loves you has brought it all home for me. 

“That’s why we won’t give up on your family, regardless of how miserable they’ve been. Now I know what your mother looked like. Your aunt is a beautiful woman. I know your mom looked the same, except she must have been so happy with you and your dad that she was even more beautiful than her sister. Your grandmother may come to realize we aren’t after her money, or out to ruin her good name. I want her to be able to hold her great grandchildren some day.”

“I don’t think I’d ever want her around our kids,” admitted Steve. “She banned my mother from the family and was pretty nasty to us. I think we’ll just let it go. If we never see her again, it’ll be fine by me.”

“We’ll see about that,” replied Gwen as she mulled over the situation. She knew time and circumstances change many relationships, but the pain of his grandmother’s rejection was too fresh for Steve to forgive. “Right now, I’d very much like my hunky boyfriend to make love too me in that big chair while we look over Paris and the Eiffel Tower. This is way too romantic to pass up.

“Having you make love to me is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I thought I loved you a lot a week ago, but it’s so much more now. I love feeling your chest against my breasts and your wonderful cock inside me. That’s the physical part and it’s great, but the emotions I feel with you are beyond description. I feel like I’m going to burst, my love is for you is so intense. I’ll never have another man as long as I live and you still want me. I swear that.”

The group met for an early breakfast the next morning. It was the day they were scheduled to film some commercials for the ‘Lady in Red’ line they were promoting. After eating, they took two cabs to the designated studio. Paula and Diane soon realized it was a good thing they were there.

The director had some ideas in mind that Paula and Diane felt were not appropriate for Kate and Stephanie. Even with the language barrier, they were able to make their concerns heard. Gwen was allowed more leeway by her mother and Jordan was up for anything as long as Steve was involved. By mid afternoon, they completed the taping. Jordan and Gwen had appeared topless in some scenes, but only when they were pressed against Steve. They would remain that way from the time they removed their top on the set until they put it back on. They realized that television in Europe was more liberal, but they still didn’t want to show too much, even to the film crew.

“I never realized how commercials were made, especially here in France,” admitted Diane as the group was leaving. “I certainly wasn’t going to allow Stephanie to go topless, especially in a TV commercial. She would have been extremely uncomfortable with it.”

“Mom, I could have done it after I saw how Jordan and Gwen used Steve like a shield to stay covered. It would have been easier for me since I have less to conceal. They looked so hot like that! Imagine if my friends saw me topless with Steve!”

“Yeah, and imagine if your father saw it!” pointed out Diane. “He would have been furious with me for allowing it and not very pleased with Steve for being part of it. Your shots in those little bikinis will have to do. I just hope that your father is good with them.”

“He will be when you tell him they wanted us topless,” offered Kate. “I would have done it if Mom hadn’t stopped me. There aren’t many things I’d like better than to rub up against Steve, skin on skin.”

“That will not happen, at least not before you’re eighteen,” insisted Paula. “I’ve allowed a lot of things I never thought I would, but I’m holding firm on that one. You will not do any topless poses of any kind before you turn eighteen. There’s no room for debate on that.”

“We can wait. Right, Stephanie? Steve’ll be a football star at Navy and we’ll be in demand as models. I bet Lisa will be showing a lot of skin in her modeling work this weekend in Chicago. She’s so beautiful, she’ll be very successful,” predicted Kate. “We’ll be a family of sexy, topless models.”

“That’s not the vision I have for my daughters and niece!” replied Paula immediately. “I’m not a Puritan, but I don’t want you girls to do anything cheap or demeaning. The shots that Gwen and Jordan did with Steve were risqué, but certainly not pornographic or in poor taste. I’m thinking that I may have to watch you more closely over the next few years.”

“Mom! Lighten up. I was kidding. I would love to be a model like Lisa and Gwen, but only with Steve, or some guy like him. I’m not going to do something stupid that would embarrass you and Dad. But you’ve been warned. If I get a chance do pose like that with Steve, I’ll do it in a heartbeat and you wouldn’t blame me. You’d do it, too, if Dad was cool with it.”    

“Kate! I’m a married woman, a mother, and forty plus years old. I certainly wouldn’t pose like that, and if I did no one would want to see it,” protested Paula quickly.

“Steve! Do you think anyone would want to see Mom topless? Would you pose with her for some kind of cougar ad if she was willing? Is she too old and unattractive?” demanded Kate.

Steve had been chuckling as he listened to the conversation. It suddenly stopped being funny when Kate tried to drag him in on the discussion. What was the best way to respond to those questions? He looked to Gwen for some help, but all he got from her was a smirk and arched eyebrows. It was obvious that she had no intentions of bailing him out.

“Well, ah, that’s hard to answer. Ted wouldn’t allow it and I’d never go against his authority. Your mom looks great and everything, but I don’t think, well the poses would be great and all, but she’s your mom and even though she’d look beautiful, I wouldn’t want, well maybe I would want to do it but not if Ted, or Gwen, you know, …” stuttered Steve before all the women broke into laughter at his incoherent response.

“See, Mom! He’d love it, but he’s scared of Dad and Gwen. He even said you’d look great. He’s just afraid to admit it. Our big brave hero fears my Dad.”

“That isn’t true,” interjected Gwen with a smile. “Last night Steve was telling me how much he loved this family and how he respected Dad. He fears Dad’s disapproval. He doesn’t want to ever be a cause of hurt to our family. So no matter how hot he thinks Mom is, he won’t be in any sexy commercials with her unless Dad takes him aside and asks him to do it. We all know how unlikely that is. That was a funny attempt at answering Kate’s question, Steve. You’ve got to learn that you don’t have to answer every question people ask you. Try the ‘no comment’ line now and then.”

When they returned to the hotel, Gwen and Steve had a phone message waiting for them. It was from Michelle. “I heard about last night at the Olympia and I’ll be there tonight to see it with some friends. I need to ask you another favor for Saturday evening, so I’ll see you after your show tonight.”

That night was another good one for Steve and the girls. They performed with great energy and the audience fed off it. Changing things at the end, Steve invited Michelle D’Anjou up to the stage. He serenaded her with “Michelle” by the Beatles. He played an acoustic guitar; Jordan played the piano while the drummer kept rhythm for them. It was simple yet showed Steve’s appeal as a male singer. The girls in the packed audience loved it and were vocal in demonstrating it at the finish. 

“That was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me!” exclaimed Michelle backstage as the group packed their equipment. “There are some trade delegations visiting this weekend. One of them is from Austria and they’ve heard that Mom, Dad, and I are your friends, and that you’re in Paris. They’ve asked if they could meet you at the dinner France is sponsoring this Saturday evening. It won’t be a state dinner since it is just a trade delegations, but it’ll be a great time.

“I know I ask too much of you, but could you ask your band to come and play for us? They’re very good and if you and Gwen and Jordan would sing, my Mom and Dad would be very grateful.”




Lady in Red Ch. 23



Steve looked at Gwen who nodded slightly. Then he turned to Jordan who had a huge grin on her face. Next he looked at Charlie Burns, who was nodding his head vigorously.

“We’d be pleased to attend, and to perform. You know that we hold your mom and dad in high regard. I ask only that Paula, Diane, Kate, Steph, and our reporter friend, Amber Stahl be invited as well. If that’s agreeable, we’ll be there.”

“Consider it done!” agreed Michelle. “I want you to sing that song to me again, and to let me show you Paris Saturday before the dinner. I can get us into the Louvre and Napoleon’s Tomb fast and easy. We’ll visit Versailles, too, but we’ll need to start early. You could spend weeks in the Louvre alone.”

On Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, the gang worked promotions in some of the larger stores in Paris. At night, they played the Olympia to enthusiastic crowds. Friday afternoon, Gwen was surprised to see Jen Bennington approach her while she was signing autographs and discussing the gown she was wearing with a group of teenage girls.

Gwen immediately stopped what she was doing to welcome her. “Jen! It’s so good to see you again. I’m sorry to interrupt our conversation everyone, but this is Steve’s cousin. I‘ve only just met her and I want to get to know her better. Please give us a few minutes.”

With that, Gwen took Jen’s hand and led her to a changing area. “Gwen, thanks for being so nice to me. I feel awful about the way my grandmother and mother treated you the other day. I feel especially bad for Steve. He didn’t deserve Grandmother’s attitude. I let her and mom know just who you are and what you and Steve have accomplished this year. Of course, they’d heard some of it, but they don’t pay much attention to everyday matters. They’re more concerned about the high society around Washington. 

“When I mentioned that you and Steve had been invited to a state dinner and performed there, they seemed to suddenly think you were okay, if a bit ‘common’. I told them that you were here in Paris at a big department store promoting your own line of gowns and swimsuits. Then I showed them the article in the paper about your performances at the Olympia. I just wanted them to know that you should be looking down on them, not them looking down at you. You and Steve are American heroes and I’m so proud that he’s my cousin, even if he’ll probably never admit it after the way he’s been treated.”

“Jen, Steve was hurt the other day, but not by anything that you said or did. Would you have dinner with us at our hotel tonight? Then come to our last show as our guest? Would you tour Paris with us tomorrow with Michelle D’Anjou? Then, to top off this mini family reunion, come to dinner with us at Hotel de Marigny. The President of the French Republic will be hosting it and your handsome cousin will be performing. What do you say?” 

“Are you kidding me?” asked a stunned Jen Bennington. “Dinner with President and Mrs. D’Anjou? Seeing you guys perform? Getting to know you and Steve better? Jordan Quick? If Grandmother tries to stop me, I’ll walk out on her. This is the kind of stuff that she always wanted to be involved in but never could quite manage. Now she’ll see that the son of her daughter; the one that she disowned for falling in love with a man, is doing it all and taking me along. The irony is so sweet. 

“It’s funny. Grandmother approved of my Dad marrying Mom, and he ran off with a secretary almost ten years ago. Now the son of the son-in- law she insisted was beneath out family, is getting me into the company of the elite of France. This is so cool! 

“Steve’s father must be awfully proud of him. He’s accomplished so much and he’s still quite young. I bet he’s a great guy and Grandmother made a huge mistake not accepting him into the family.”

“Steve’s dad died almost a year and a half ago. He was a SEAL commander in Afghanistan. He and Steve were involved in defending American civilians against Taliban. His father died in the conflict and Steve was slightly wounded, and he was just sixteen at the time. His mother, your aunt, died in a car accident a couple years before that.”

“I see that your family has no problems accepting Steve. I watched all the videos and you’re in most of them with him. You two are in love, aren’t you? It really shows in the videos.”

“That’s putting it mildly. I love him so much I have trouble breathing when I’m around him. He’s brave, kind, gentle, athletic, and all male. I fell in love with him when I first met him and it’s only grown more intense since.”

“You’re treating me very well, considering the way my family treated Steve and his father. Can you believe that Mom and Grandmother never even knew Steve’s father’s last name? Grandmother never gave Aunt Jen a chance to tell her about him. Grandmother heard she was seeing a sailor and ordered her to stop seeing him. You can see how well that worked for both families. My mother isn’t as bad as Grandmother, but she follows Grandmother’s lead. The threat of being cut out of the will worries Mom. She saw what happened to Aunt Jen.”

Steve was chatting with young female fans in French when Gwen approached him with Jen following. “Excuse us girls,” began Gwen with a smile as the girls all backed off a few steps. “This good looking guy has to say hello to someone. Steve, I want you to greet your cousin, Jen.”

Steve was caught by surprise. He was still smarting from his Grandmother’s remarks earlier in the week. He was not certain that he wanted to be friends with any relatives on his mother’s side. He looked from the girl to Gwen. What he read in Gwen’s face made his decision. He had come to rely on Gwen for guidance in most social contacts. It was obvious that Gwen expected him to be warm to the girl. Steve was not going to upset Gwen by being stubborn.

“Hello again!” greeted Steve as he pulled Jen into a big hug. “You’re the second relative that I know about that will have anything to do with me, and you’re by far the prettiest. I’m really happy to meet you, Cuz.”

Steve glanced at Gwen as he hugged Jen. He saw a big smile and an approving nod from his girlfriend and felt relief. Gwen was much more astute with most interactions and he had come to rely on her judgment quite a bit.

“You’d better get used to having a pretty cousin around because she’s joining us for dinner, going to the show, and spending tomorrow with us, including the dinner with the President of the French Republic,” revealed Gwen as she beamed at Steve’s treatment of his new found cousin.

Jen hung around the store the rest of the day waiting for everyone to finish the promotion so she could return to the hotel with them for dinner. She had quickly gained the friendship of Stephanie and Kate. They had many things in common and had become close in short order.

“I don’t want to seem dumb, but I’m a little curious about the relationship everyone here has with Steve. I know Gwen is his girlfriend and they’re in love, but all the other women here seem to be very fond of Steve, too. The way Kate and Stephanie talk about him, you’d think he was their boyfriend. Jordan hangs close and smiles at him all the time. Even the two adults in this group appear to be taken with Steve to some extent. If I’m out of line, or hitting on a sore subject just tell me to keep my nose out of your business,” stated Jen carefully.

“Yeah, I guess it’s no secret. We all love the guy. Gwen’s the lucky girl he’s picked, but she doesn’t mind the rest of us teasing and flirting with him,” replied Kate with a big grin. “He could have his way with any of us girls, and maybe even Mom and Aunt Diane, but he isn’t like that. He’s loyal to Gwen and that’s what makes him so much fun. We can do almost anything to him and with him and he won’t take advantage of us, darn it!”

“I think you should leave Paula and me out of your generalizations, Kate. We’re both happily married and as responsible adults, we’re not smitten by this ruggedly handsome, heroic young man.”

“Wow! You really went out on a limb with that denial,” chuckled Paula as she turned to Jen to make a better explanation. “Diane and I admire, respect, and appreciate Steve and everything that he’s done for our family. We do not ‘love’ him the way the younger women in the family do, but we do love him as member of our family.”

“Yeah, whatever,” interjected Stephanie. “Mom and Paula love the guy like we do, but since they’re married to our dads, they have to behave themselves and not get as daffy as us younger females. Their mother, our grandmother, has the ‘hots’ for him, too.”

“Let’s check the dessert menu,” suggested Diane to change the subject. “I’m leaning toward the chocolate mousse tonight.”

“I hope that exchange answered your question,” laughed Gwen as she patted Steve’s shoulder. “We all love the guy, but he and I are in a very committed relationship and we’re going to remain completely faithful to each other. That doesn’t mean that Jordan, as well as all my female relatives won’t tease and flirt with him. Quite the opposite.” 

“Sometimes I think I must be invisible,” complained Steve. “You all talk about me like I’m not even here, or I’m a prized bull or something. I have feelings.”

“I can vouch for that!” stated Kate immediately. “When his arm was in a sling, he had ‘feelings’ all over us poor defenseless girls, didn’t he Stephanie? In fact, I heard his own doctor ask him to release her ‘nubbin’, if you can imagine that!”

That statement by Kate brought laughter from everyone at the table. Steve blushed slightly and then laughed with the rest. Jen was fascinated by the easy way all of the women interacted, freely admitting that they liked Steve a lot, but showing no jealousy or competitive actions regarding him.  

Jen sat between Stephanie and Kate at the show that evening. She left in awe of the talent her new friends, and her cousin demonstrated on stage. Her grandmother and mother were going to get an earful first chance Jen had.

The next morning, Michelle had arranged for a small bus to transport the group to various sights. They left early and visited Versailles, and then traveled to the Louvre. They saw the ‘Mona Lisa’ and ‘Venus de Milo’ along with countless other works of art. They spent some time at Napoleon’s Tomb before getting back to the hotel to dress for the evening’s affair. Michelle had brought her dress with her and changed with Kate and Stephanie. 

Jordan was the first to notice that Michelle had chosen a dress from the ‘Lady in Red’ line, as had Jen. That made the choice unanimous among the ladies. Since it was semiformal, Steve was wearing a suit jacket and pants with a dark crewneck shirt. Jordan, Gwen and Steve were going to be performing and dressed accordingly. 

There was a brief speech from Michelle’s father before dinner. Luckily he kept it quite short. Everyone was very hungry and the food smelled delicious. After dinner, there was a small band playing slow music to which some people danced. It didn’t take Steve long to realize why the Austrian contingent had requested that Gwen and Jordan be invited.  

One of the members of the Austrian delegation had been an Olympic Skier. He managed to win the bronze medal six years prior and was a minor celebrity in Austria. He was about two inches over six feet, blond, blue-eyed, handsome, and acutely aware of it. He gave Gwen the full court press. He dominated her dance card. Somehow no one else seemed interested in dancing with her when Felix Muller was in the area. 

Steve was confident that Gwen could handle the attention. What concerned him was the obvious disrespect the man was showing Steve. He had to know that Gwen was his girlfriend. For him to be so obvious in his intentions demonstrated a galling lack of respect for Steve. It was an international assembly hosted by President D’Anjou and Steve was determined to not allow his pride to create some sort of diplomatic calamity. 

Steve danced with Kate, Stephanie, Amber and Jen while Gwen remained in the Austrian’s arms throughout. Jen was an excellent dancer and he asked her about it.

“My mom and your mom took hours of dance lessons and I had to do the same. It’s family tradition that we are trained in dance and music so that we appear cultured and refined. It’s sure paying off tonight. I asked Kate to video us dancing so I can show it to my friends back home. They won’t believe it when I tell them that Steve Hammer is my cousin!”

“Your girlfriend likes the skier, yes?” asked a blonde beauty Steve had just escorted onto the floor. She spoke English with a heavy accent, so Steve replied in Russian.

“I sure hope not, but he’s persistent as the devil. I don’t know if he’s trying to bait me, wants to get into Gwen’s panties, or both.”

“You speak excellent Russian!” responded the surprised girl. “I am from the Ukraine, but I speak Russian as well. I think that arrogant Austrian is misjudging you badly. He feels very manly and full of himself. Everyone at the dinner tonight was speaking about Steve Hammer and his gorgeous girlfriend. We have all seen the videos of that icy water rescue and the shootout at your school. We’ve heard you sing, play music, and have seen you dance, even in the Ukraine.

“You are real, but look and sound like a woman’s dream. The blond man is jealous and insecure. He thinks he will prove he is a better man by stealing your woman. It is painfully obvious and pathetically childlike. Your lady will not be fooled and will love you even more when you are not dragged into a competition with the idiot. It’s best that you hold me close and have fun dancing with me. He is watching you for your reaction. Pay him no attention and you will have your revenge.”

“Miss, could you tell me your name? It isn’t often I receive such wise advice from a strange, beautiful woman. You’ve been very helpful and may have prevented me from causing an incident.”

“I am Nadiya Misko. My father is head of the Ukraine delegation. I begged and begged for him to bring me to Paris. He finally relented and now I am in the arms of the famous American hero, Steve Hammer. Could I prevail upon you to dance the next dance with me also? They are making a small video of the delegation’s visit to Paris and the successes we enjoyed. Our dance is being recorded and I will have access to it even if it does not appear in the final edit. My friends will be so envious,” laughed the blonde beauty.

“I think we can sneak in another one, Nadiya. You are an excellent dancer and a delightful conversationalist,” replied Steve as they began their second straight dance. “You’ve given me some good advice. I know I’ll face this very situation often and now I’ll know how to handle it. Thank you so much!”

“I think your lady friend has noticed that we have begun our second dance together. She appears to be working her way across the dance floor with that conceited ass. I fear she may try to switch partners! Can we dance toward the door slowly? That should require enough time to keep me in your arms for the entire song, and out of the clutches of your competitor,” suggested Nadiya with a brilliant smile. “You’ll save me, but at the expense of your beautiful lover.”

The dance had ended and Steve was thanking Nadiya when Gwen and Felix Muller appeared beside them. “Steve, this is the famous Austrian skier, Felix Muller. Felix, this is my boyfriend, Steve Hammer. Remember that we are supposed to dance together for the next song, Steve?”

Steve quickly searched his memory and could recall no discussion about a special dance with Gwen. He glanced from Gwen to Nadiya, who once again displayed a dazzling smile. 

“I am Nadiya Misko. My father is the head of the Ukrainian delegation. Steve was just telling me that his next dance was promised to his beautiful lover. He seemed very anxious to once again have you in his very strong arms,” offered the blonde beauty as she extended her hand to Gwen. 

As Gwen took her hand, she studied the girl closely. She quickly reached a conclusion and smiled widely. “Thank you, Nadiya. I think we may have a lot in common. We could be great friends, I think.”

“That would be fabulous!” replied the blonde quickly. “You are incredibly beautiful, and very famous in the Ukraine, as well as America. It would be quite a feather in my cap to be known as your friend.”  

While Gwen and Nadiya were talking, Felix took Steve’s hand to shake it after their introduction. Steve was unable to suppress a grin when Muller tried to squeeze his hand really hard. Steve’s grin irked the Austrian so he applied more pressure. 

“Felix, normally I like blondes, but you’re really not my type,” laughed Steve. “I’ll have to ask you to let go of my hand before people get the wrong impression about us.”

Muller quickly released Steve’s hand. His face was red and his teeth clenched. “You think you’re a funny man? I don’t think you are. No one would ever mistake me for a homosexual, but you are a different story. I wonder if you might be gay.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that!” interrupted Gwen as she watched the two men interact. “He’s made passionate love to me every night this week. He’s very manly and a skilled lover. Nadiya, would you ever think that Steve is gay?”

“Never!” replied the blonde. “When I danced with him, I felt his manliness against my stomach. He oozes testosterone. You are very fortunate to have such a virile lover!”

Felix Muller turned and stomped across the floor as Gwen and Naydia shared a laugh. “That was perfect, Nadiya! And thanks for ‘remembering’ that Steve and I had a dance scheduled. That ass had his ‘manliness’ pressing against me for half an hour. It didn’t impress me like he seemed to think it would.”

“If I may be so bold, Gwen. After having the pleasure of your lover’s ‘approval’ pressed against me for two dances, I can say that it’s unlikely that Felix will be able to properly impress you. You’re a very lucky lady.”

“Once again, I have to tell you that I’m right here. I can hear everything you two are saying. Shouldn’t this discussion be held in the ladies’ room or something?” questioned Steve. “Nadiya, you didn’t have to press so close to me. Then I wouldn’t have rubbed you the wrong way, so to speak.”

“Believe me, Steve. You rubbed me the right way!” laughed Nadiya. “I am so jealous of Gwen.”

Gwen and Steve joined Jordan a short time later, and together they went to help Charlie and the band set up the equipment. Then they played the set they had been doing at the Olympia Theatre. The trade delegations loved it. President D’Anjou beamed as he thanked Gwen, Steve, Jordan, and the band. He had managed to entertain his guests with some very popular singers. Michelle was delighted because Steve had serenaded her again, this time in front of her parents and international guests. 

The instruments were being packed into a van when Steve had an idea. “Charlie, it’s going to be pretty late by the time we get back to the hotel, but why don’t you join us for breakfast tomorrow morning at our hotel? You don’t mind, do you, Jordan?”

“Wise guy! No, I don’t mind. I should have been the one to extend the invitation, but Steve had a good idea for once. Would you join us for breakfast before we fly back to the states?”

“I’d be delighted! Thanks, all three of you. Our trip is an unmitigated success. Our band is getting bookings on our web page. We put some videos up on it of the past few performances. They were great! I hope we can convince people to hire us even though we won’t always have the incredible Jordan Quick, the beautiful Gwen Anderson, and the so-so Steve Hammer. We’re returning to the states in a couple days and things are looking up, thanks to you three.”

The next morning Gwen managed to be the first out of their shower. When Steve sauntered out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, he was very surprised to see Nadiya reclined in the chair with the view of the Eiffel Tower. Gwen was sitting on the bed, chatting with her.




Lady in Red Ch. 23



“Good morning! You look refreshed and well satisfied,” greeted Nadiya with a wonderful smile. “Gwen was just telling me that her time with her Austrian suitor was well spent. You expended a lot of energy last night demonstrating why Gwen should have no interest in her Olympic champion.

“Seeing you in that towel is even more impressive than in that shirt you wore when you performed last night. I have to say that Mr. Muller does not want to find himself in a position where the two of you are compared.”

“Nadyia is staying in this hotel. Last night someone told her we were here, so she found out what room we were in. She wanted to visit some more before we leave for home. I’ve invited her to breakfast. You’d better go get dressed. The poor girl is drooling already.”

Steve grinned, picked up some clothes that were on the bed and returned to the bathroom. “I wanted to tell you that your song about needing a hero was tremendous. All of you sang so well. It was an amazing performance. I sneaked a few peeks at Felix when you were singing to Steve. It was very obvious to those of us in the audience that Steve embodied everything you sang about. It was magical, although it appeared that Felix did not think so. He scowled and left for the men’s room. I don’t think he bothered to return.”  

Steve, Gwen and Nadiya joined Gwen’s family at the breakfast table. “Oh, wow!” gasped Kate. “Jordan got a boyfriend and Steve replaced the first night. I never thought you’d find Jordan’s equal, but you sure gave it the old college try. She’s beautiful! She’s the girl that you danced twice with last night, isn’t she? Please don’t tell me that Austrian ass is coming down next!”  

“Let me explain a few things to Charlie and Nadyia right now,” insisted Gwen as she took her seat. “Steve and I are in a monogamous relationship, with no exceptions. Kate lives in a fantasy land where every girl we are seen with has been sleeping with Steve. Pay no attention to her. This is Nadiya Misko. Her dad is the head of the Ukrainian trade delegation and they’re staying at this hotel. She and I have a lot in common and have become very good friends already.”

“Yeah, and one of those things you have in common is eating my toast!” complained Kate as she tried to remove a half eaten slice of toast from Steve’s hand. “Don’t worry about it, Nadiya. We all have something in common with Gwen. It’s the hunk sitting next to me eating my food.”

“I seem to have joined a rather large club,” laughed Nadyia. “As I was telling Gwen and Steve, the performance last night was amazing. Miss Quick sang that song better than I thought possible. It brought tears to my eyes. The band was excellent. It was a night I will not soon forget.”

“I’ve invited Nadiya to visit if she ever gets to Sparta, or to Stanford next fall. I’ve also warned her to stay away from Washington and Annapolis next year,” joked Gwen.

Steve noticed Jen standing in the doorway and stood. He motioned her to the table. “Join us, Jen. I didn’t know we’d see you before we left, but I’m sure glad we did. We’re just getting ready to eat.”

“Thanks! I just had to come and tell you that I had the best time ever the last couple of days. When I got back to our hotel last night, Mom and Grandmother were waiting up. They wanted to know everything that happened. I showed them the video Kate took of me dancing with Steve and the ones I took when you guys were singing. Mom was in tears when she watched it, but the most surprising thing was Grandmother. She listened to everything I said, asked a few questions, and even sobbed a little when I showed her the videos.

“When I told them I was coming here to have breakfast with you this morning, they never argued or complained. I think Grandmother’s beginning to see what she lost when she chased Aunt Jen away. I don’t know if you’ll ever be able to forgive her, but I think she’ll be much more polite to you if you ever see her again.”

Steve felt Gwen kicking his leg with considerable force under the table. He looked up at her and she motioned with her head toward Jen. He knew Gwen expected him to say something.

“Jen, I never knew I had a grandmother, an aunt, or a cousin. I don’t even know what other relatives I have. You can tell your mother and your grandmother that I don’t hate them. I’m trying to forgive them. I expect to see a lot of you over the years. You’re my favorite cousin, after all, and that means I’ll probably see your mom and grandmother at times. If they’re polite to me, I’ll reciprocate. They’ll have to accept that I’m going into the Navy and I hope to be a SEAL. If that’s a problem, they should probably avoid me and I’ll do the same for them. If they can accept it, we may get along eventually. That’s all I can promise. I hope it’s enough for you, and for Gwen.”

“Oh, Steve! That’s more than I ever expected! You’re wonderful. I’m going to visit you when you’re at Annapolis sometimes. It’s not that far from our house. Maybe someday you’ll be willing to have dinner with us, but that’s just a dream. Don’t think I’m trying to push you into anything. I’m so proud to know all of the people at this table. Whenever any of you want to visit Steve at the Academy, you can stay at our house. Mom told me I could offer you that. She said she’d be very pleased to have you!”   

Gwen gave Steve a smile of approval for his treatment of his cousin. Then she switched gears. “I checked my email this morning. The head of the Senior Prom committee has asked if we could supply the music for the prom this year. That brings up a few questions.

“If we decide to play at our own senior prom, which would be extremely cool, we’ll pretty much need a whole band. I’m posing two questions to various people at the table. Do we want to do perform at our own prom? And if we do, can we get Charlie’s band to play for us? The prom is four weeks off. The class had a band lined up since Halloween, but two of the members were recently busted for drugs and the principal didn’t think we wanted to bring in a band with drug problems. Now they’re playing catch up. The head of the committee, Tyler Smith, is trying to play catch up. So what does everyone think?”

“I’m pretty sure we’re free that weekend and the guys would love to play there. We owe you, big time. Plus, we want to be known as your band. You guys are making us famous. If you decide to it, let me know right away so I can mark it on our web page and put it on FaceBook,” responded Charlie.

“That seals the deal for me!” exclaimed Jordan excitedly. “Charlie’s band is pretty darn good and I like singing with them. I know I’m not the head of this group, but that’s my vote.”

“Does this have anything to do with getting Charlie to visit you in Sparta?” questioned Steve with a straight face. “Are you trying to accept the gig and rope in a date at the same time?”

Surprisingly, Jordan blushed at Steve’s comment. “I wouldn’t try to pressure Charlie to be my date. I know I’ve screwed up a lot and he deserves someone better than I am. I don’t deserve a date for the prom after the things I’ve done.”

“Jordan, would you go with me to your prom?” chipped in Charlie as Jordan was fighting to hold back her tears. “I’ve been out of high school for five years, but I’d love to escort you, if you’d go with me. I’d be the luckiest guy in the country.”

A gasp escaped from Jordan just before she stood up, moved over to Charlie, and dropped into his lap. “Yes! I’ve never been to a prom and I’ve never had a date with a nice guy like you. I’d love to go with you!” 

“Way to play hard-to-get!” wisecracked Kate. “You could’ve let him swing in the breeze for a little while. When Steve asked Gwen out the first time, she turned him down flat. She played him like a fine violin before she finally went out with him. Now she has him eating out of her hand, or at least eating out something.”

“Kate!” reproached Paula. “You shouldn’t talk like that, especially in front of company like Jen, Nadiya, and Charlie.”

“Please, Mrs. Anderson, don’t worry about Kate offending me,” laughed Nadiya. “She just gives me another reason to be envious of Gwen. I am aware of the expression and what it means. Gwen is a very lucky lady.”  

“I am lucky! Let the record show that we agreed to perform at the prom. I’ll let Tyler know. I’ll also drop a hint that if he wants a certain world traveling super model with the ‘Lady in Red’ line to go with him, he’d better ask her very soon. The European men were flocking for chances to dance with her on two different occasions this week.

“This has been a wonderful trip. Being here with Steve was better than I ever dreamed it would be. I thought I loved him last week, but it was nothing compared to how I feel about him this week. I love him so much it hurts. 

“We’ve made great new friends. Nadiya will always be close to me and Steve. Jen will be always be a part of our life. Charlie and his band mates are special to us. Our ‘Lady in Red’ line had a very successful launch in Paris. We became closer with the President of the French Republic and his family. We saw some of the sights. We even played the Olympia Theatre. I’ll never forget this trip, for all of these reasons. It’s time to head back home and make that movie!”

“Yeah, it was a great time! I got to be Lara Croft and show off my big guns,” chimed in Kate. “I was hit on in at least four different languages at the two dances we attended. I got to dance with Gwen’s Austrian suitor when she finally danced with Steve. He kept telling me about his giant slalom, but I told him I saw Steve in his jungle panties after dancing with my mother. Now that was a giant slalom!”



Lady in Red Ch. 24



The travelers were exhausted by the time they piled into the SUV Sunday evening at the airport and headed for Sparta. As Paula drove, Steve spoke on the phone with Clyde Davis for quite some time. When he finished the call, he related his conversation to the group.

"True to his word, Clyde has the completed screenplay in his possession. Now he's concerned about our schedules. I have to be in Annapolis in late June for Induction Day. Then football practice will take up any possible spare time I might have. He thinks we're going to have to record our songs while we're still in school. I guess you all know that the songs we sing in the movie will be recorded in a studio, for quality assurance," grinned Steve. "Clyde's looking around to find a studio that we can reach fairly quickly. He wants to do the recordings over a few weekends."

"When do we start filming the movie, where will we film it, and what will our parts be?" asked Gwen.

"We'll do a lot of it in a studio, but some of it will be on location. He just hasn't decided where. We'll do what we can before school's out, and then really push after graduation, especially for my parts. 

"Here's the interesting part of the story. Jordan is going to be the sweet thing I'm enamored with. Gwen will be the tough, willful, conniving bitch that's out to land me at all costs. It's going to be shot in a beach town, and either coast is a possibility right now."

"Don't I wind up with the hero?" asked Gwen disappointedly. "This isn't going exactly the way I thought it would. They probably wanted a beautiful blonde to be the heroine and Jordan fills that bill. I have to admit that."

"Clyde also mentioned our gig in France. Apparently he kept a close eye on things. He wants to market posters of you in your Wonder Woman outfit. He said he has some great photographs of you. He thinks they'll be big sellers and help promote the movie and our music. He mentioned he saw my jungle panties, but never said anything about trying to sell posters of me wearing them. I wonder why?"

Kate quickly raised her hand, but Gwen and Steve studiously ignored her. "There's another thing. It involves Jordan and I think she'll want to hear this. Clyde likes the sound of Charlie's band. He's going to audition them to play for Jordan when she goes on tour this summer after the movie's done. If they're as good as he thinks they are, he'll sign them to a contract."

"Really? That would be great! It would be nice to tour with people I like and can trust. Could you guys meet me on the road and play with me a time or two? I told Clyde that I was going to try to go to college this fall, but I'd be willing to play weekends and holidays. It wouldn't be Stanford or anything. I was thinking the local state school or even a junior college for a couple years. Does that sound pathetic to you two?"

"Jordan, I'm so proud of you I can't stand it. You've come a long way from the swearing, smoking, obnoxious, drug addled little trouble maker we met a couple months ago. There's nothing wrong with a junior college. Just keep working and learning and you'll do great! You're smart and very talented. That's a real good combination."

"Gwen's right. There's no shame in improving yourself and working for a degree. You know you can sing and make money, but how about investing your money? What if you lose your voice, or get into an accident and can't perform? You're being very smart by going to college and I'm proud to have you as my friend," praised Steve.

"It was only a few weeks ago that I made a fool of myself with Steve at that hotel party. It's still all over the internet, but it helped me smarten up, so I consider it a good lesson. It didn't seem to hurt my popularity or Steve's, for that matter. I guess mistakes are forgiven by people, if we try to do better and learn from them. Meeting you both is the best thing that could have happened to me. I'm going to be on TV, in a movie, and on tour. I have a big hit song and I've done some modeling. I've met the presidents of the US and France. Who'd a thunk that rehab would have worked out so well for me?" 

"There's more. We've been pretty busy, and out of the country, so Clyde's been handling a few things for us. Some kids in a high school in Becton, Georgia made a YouTube video asking us to perform at their prom. The band they had scheduled broke up a few weeks ago. Clyde agreed to their request. He told them that we'd play at their prom in two weeks. He thought we'd get some great publicity. He had Charlie's band, 'The Rising Tide', in mind, but he felt he could hire some studio musicians if Charlie's guys couldn't make it.

"Then things went to hell in a hand basket. The school was hit by a tornado yesterday. The town of Becton had a fair amount of damage and a couple dozen people were badly injured. We're going to play the nearby Laredo County fairgrounds instead. It's going to be a fund raiser and a night of healing. The place will seat seven thousand and that doesn't include the show ring. They're going to put a dance floor down on part of it and the kids will have their prom while everyone in the stands can watch and listen, or dance on the other end of the arena. We'll need enough material for two full hours or more! And a lot of it has to be slow stuff so the prom kids can dance up close and personal," chuckled Steve. 

"Wow! That doesn't leave us much time to learn some more songs!" worried Gwen. "At least we'll be able to fall back on this benefit so when we play our prom, we'll have some new material under our belts."

"Clyde's going to have us work on the songs we're doing in the movie. We have to get them down so we can record them, as well as be believable when we use them in the movie. We just won't tell anyone that they're getting a sneak preview of our sound track. It'll be interesting. That's for sure.

"Clyde's arranged for Charlie and his band to come to Sparta for the next two weeks so we can work on our music after school. He said that the TV movie with Nick Fallon will be out a few days before the fund raiser. Our first TV show will play Sunday, the night after the fund raiser. The advertising for it is ramping up on CBC. It should ensure a full house in Georgia, so we'd better be ready to rock that town."

"I've played that county fair a couple years ago," revealed Jordan. "We performed in a big arena that they used for rodeos, team penning, and 4H horse shows. They set us up in the middle of the show ring and the fans were all around us in every direction. It was exciting, and a bit daunting. I'm ready to roll up my sleeves and give those folks the best possible show we can. We can make this a great opportunity."

Gwen, Steve, and Jordan returned to school Monday determined to accomplish their studying and complete their homework assignments in school to free up their time to practice their songs in the evening. It was Wednesday morning when Charlotte met them in homeroom with surprising news.

"Have you guys heard that Mrs. Gillow and her group of old hags are complaining to the school board about you? She's telling them you shouldn't be allowed to attend school. You three are 'immoral and a bad influence of the rest of the student body'. She's seen the posters from France and some of the commercials you made there. I heard that your old buddy, Bill Hardy, was at her place with a film crew. He was the one that showed her group the pictures and asked their opinion."

"No! That comes as a complete surprise! What will my parents think? I've placed them in an awkward position. My dad's clients live around here. He'll be upset, and with good reason. His daughter's showing off her body to sell swim suits, music, and movies. I must look like some kind of cheap tramp."

"You certainly do not!" insisted Steve. "You're in the entertainment business and you look great. Jordan looked great in that music video we did. There's no reason for anyone to complain about what we've done. Every picture and every poster can be shown in family settings. You both look amazing and sexy as hell, but never did any of us cross the line."

"That would've been true, if I hadn't danced topless on that table. Those pictures of you carrying me with my boobs exposed that are all over the internet probably are what started all of this. I screwed up and I'm taking you both down with me. I'm so sorry!" apologized Jordan with real emotion.

"That was a mistake caused by some jerk giving you liquor and telling you it was punch," reasoned Steve. "Anyone can make a mistake. I wonder if those old ladies ever had a picture taken when they were young and partied too hard? I'll say this to you both. If they try to discipline either, or both, of you for any reason, I'll be gone from here in a flash whether they toss me out or not. I won't stay in a school that would treat such wonderful students, and really nice girls like you two, with anything but respect and consideration."

"The school board meets next Tuesday and it's going to be discussed. Billy's dad heard it from Tyler's father, who's on the school board. He said he didn't like it, but all complaints have to be heard by the board at a public meeting."

"I couldn't help but overhear you kids talking about this situation you're now facing," interrupted Ms. Walker. "This seems preposterous to me. I'll attend that meeting and make my opinion heard. You're among the finest students this school has ever seen. What you've done for the hospital building fund is phenomenal. I'll back you as far as I possibly can."

Gwen worried about the situation all day. Jordan was upset as well. She felt that she was the cause of the problem and had betrayed her friends. Charlotte caught up with the trio as they prepared to drive to practice after school.

"I've been making some calls and talking to some people. I need Clyde Davis' phone number. I want to talk to him. I'll to go to the board meeting Tuesday as your friend and representative. I expect you guys to go to your practice that night, like nothing's wrong. Billy's dad and Tyler's dad know everyone in town and they've been a lot of help. This is a fight I'm looking forward to!" grinned Charlotte.

That evening, after practicing with Charlie's band for five hours, Steve drove Gwen and Jordan to the Anderson home. He escorted them to the door and went inside with them. He knew that Gwen was worried sick about her parents' reaction to the trouble she felt she had created. He wanted to be with her when she spoke with her parents. They were seated in the living room, along with Kate. Upon seeing them enter, Ted raised the remote and flicked off the television.

"Mom! Dad! I'm so sorry that I embarrassed you so badly. I know you've heard that Mrs. Gillow and her friends want us expelled from school for 'immoral activities'. They say we're a bad influence on the student body."

Ted rose and offered his arms to Gwen. She immediately ran to him and hugged him tightly. "Gwen, you've never embarrassed us in any way! I'm so proud of you, I can't even express it. There'll always be some unhappy people looking to cause problems and hurt others. Mrs. Gillow is a charter member of that pathetic group."

"What about your business, Dad? Won't this hurt it a lot? Will clients drop you when they find out what a tramp your daughter is?" cried Gwen.

"You're not too old to take over my knee, Young Lady!" replied Ted with passion. "No one calls any of my daughters names like that in my presence. You're a wonderful, beautiful woman that just happens to be my daughter. I've never mentioned it, but your exploits have increased my business to about double what it was a year ago. That's a big reason I couldn't go to Paris with you kids. Your Uncle Will and I have been swamped. We're interviewing people that we can hire to help handle the load. Hurt my business? Hardly! I gained two new clients today, and the reason was because they were upset about how you're being treated and wanted to show their support. 

"If I'm ever ashamed, or embarrassed of you or anything you do, I'll let you know. But this is definitely not one of those times. I love you, Gwen. I'm the luckiest and proudest father in the state. My daughters and wife mean everything to me and I couldn't be happier with all of you. I need you to understand that and believe me."

Gwen sobbed as she clung to her father. "Steve said you were the best father ever, and he was right! It's embarrassing that he understands you better than I do, and I'm your daughter. He told me you wouldn't be upset and that you'd support me 100 percent. I love you so much, Dad!"

"Jordan, you've been like a daughter to us and you've nothing to feel bad about," consoled Ted while hugging Gwen. "You were a bit of a wild child, but we've all found out what a kind, generous, talented girl you are and we're proud to have you with us. Steve, you already know where you stand with this family. This'll blow over, so don't fret about it. The school board can't discipline or castigate three students that have accomplished what you three have done for Sparta. This is a tempest in a teapot."

Jordan nudged Gwen aside and took her place hugging Ted. "Mr. Anderson, Ted, I sure appreciate your words of support. I'm afraid that my foolish actions the night Steve and I performed at 'American Singer' might have caused this. If I'm expelled and Steve and Gwen get to stay, I won't complain."

"You can bet your bottom dollar that we will!" insisted Paula. "You made a mistake. Lots of girls wind up with embarrassing photos on the web for various reasons. It's no reason for expulsion. Ted and I will be at that meeting and we'll accept nothing less than total and complete exoneration by the board. You kids don't deserve this treatment, especially after all the effort and money you've put into the hospital fund. We're all in this together. You've done nothing that deserves any punishment. Quite the opposite." 

Gwen, Steve, and Jordan worked on their music every night after school. Charlie's band was staying at a local hotel. They were enthusiastic about performing with the trio. They knew that if they played well, they would have a contract and tour with Jordan. They were finally finding success. They spent most of the weekend practicing the new material they were going to perform at the benefit. All of the music in the upcoming movie was included in their rehearsals.

The practices were held in empty wedding reception room at the same hotel Charlie and his band mates were using. Jordan was spending a lot of time with Charlie and seemed happier and more grounded than at any time since Steve and Gwen had first met her.

Sunday afternoon Charlotte entered the room as they practiced. She had her mother, Billy Marsh, his parents and Tyler's parents with her. They quietly took seats in the back of the room and watched and listened for over an hour. When the band finally took a break, Charlotte led her little group up front.

"I hope we didn't interfere with your practice. I promised Mom and the Marshes and Smiths that they could have a sneak preview of your show. Now I'm going to let them tell you what they think of your music," finished Charlotte.

"That was amazing!" effused Billy's mother. "You're all very talented singers and the music was extremely well played. I can't believe that you're high school kids. You sound so professional."

"I can't tell you how proud I am of you three and of Charlotte for having such quality friends. My daughter is going to Stanford to study medicine and is best friends with Gwen Anderson, Steve Hammer, and Jordan Quick. I don't know how I got so lucky. When her father died two years ago, I was scared to death that I'd never be a good single parent. I can't take all the credit for her success, but I'll sure take as much as I can. Thank you all for being such good friends with Charlotte!" 

When Tuesday evening arrived, Steve, Gwen, and Jordan were rehearsing for the benefit. They struggled to remain focused on their rehearsal and to push the school board meeting from their minds. When they arrived at the Andersons' after the rehearsal, Ted and Paula had not yet returned home. Kate was waiting for them.

"Dad said for you guys to head over to Marsh's Landing as soon as you came in. He and Mom are there waiting for you and I'm riding with you. He wouldn't tell me what happened at the meeting tonight. I asked him several times but he told me to ride over with you guys and I'd find out when you did."

Steve had to park quite a ways from the entrance because of the number of cars in the lot. "It looks like Billy's folks are doing pretty well tonight," observed Gwen as they made their way to the door. "I just hope we can have some privacy when Mom and Dad tell us what happened."

Gwen soon realized that her wish for privacy was completely out of the question. Applause broke out as the three entered the dining area with Kate. Gwen saw Ted and Paula seated at a big table with the Marshes and Smiths. Ms. Walker, Charlotte, and Billy were also sitting with them. 

Ted stood and motioned the group over to join them. Gwen quickly surmised that things had gone well after seeing her mother beam with pleasure. She hugged her father, then Charlotte, and took a seat. Jordan gave Ted a hug and sat down while Steve shook hands with Ted, Ralph Smith, and Billy's dad. He then sat between Jordan and Gwen while Kate joined Stephanie and her family at a nearby table.

"We all agreed to let Charlotte relate the evening's activities to you three. You're very fortunate to have this girl for a friend," added Ted as he nodded at Charlotte and took his seat. 

"Well, it wasn't all that dramatic. The board conducted its regular meeting and then asked for any discussion from the floor. The meeting had been moved to the gym to accommodate the big crowd. The board sat at a long table facing the bleachers so everyone could see and hear what was going on.

'Surprising absolutely no one, Mrs. Gillow went first and ranted and raved about what bad influences you three are on the rest of the students. She called you guys all kinds of stupid names, like harlots, gigolo, porn actors, tramps, and a few other dumb things. Mr. Smith chaired the meeting. Before discussion began, he told everyone that they could speak for three minutes and she used every second to condemn you guys as unsuitable to be around us young, impressionable kids.

"I wanted to go next, but Mr. Smith was way ahead of me there. He asked Ms. Walker to speak next. She explained that the class had earned over seven and a half million dollars for the Sparta Hospital Fund and that most of that was from the efforts of the three students Mrs. Gillow was condemning. The TV deal netted two million so far and could make another couple million. The movie you're going to be making added another five million. The rest is from donations, and contributions from your clothing line. The board was stunned to learn the amount earned by the class for the hospital fund.

"Then for the really neat part. It was great theater! Ms. Walker pointed to the spot where she stood when the terrorists approached us and began shooting. She even pointed out where the floor looked a bit bleached, telling the board it was a result of sanding out her blood from the wood floor.

"She was pretty graphic in her description of the events of that day. The crowd was absolutely silent as she spoke. They hung on every word. She told the board how she was lying on the floor, holding her hand over the bullet wound in her stomach, unable to do anything to stop those creeps from shooting other teachers and students. Ms. Walker said that she prayed for a miracle as murder and mayhem swept through the gym.

"The shooting abated for a few seconds, but the terrorists were bringing their guns to bear on the kids injured and hiding in the bleachers when the side door suddenly slammed open. Steve Hammer strode fearlessly into the room with a gun in each hand. The murderers turned their weapons on Steve and a deafening roar filled the gym. She told how she had to literally wait for the gun smoke to clear to see the outcome. She saw Steve lying on the floor and Gwen hurrying from body to body, cutting wires to the bombs strapped to the torsos of the dead terrorists. Then Gwen began issuing phone numbers to the remaining healthy students and teachers.




Lady in Red Ch. 24



"Ms. Walker declared the heroic actions of Gwen and Steve as the miracle she had prayed for earlier in the attack. Then she told the board that her resignation would be effective the very second the board voted to expel or punish you guys."

"Gee! Ms. Walker, you didn't have to do that! The rest of the student body would be missing out on one of the best teachers in the school," praised Gwen. "We appreciate the support, but would feel terrible if you left Sparta because of us."

"Just sit back and listen," insisted Charlotte. "Ms. Summers told them the same thing, as did five other teachers and Coach Watkins. He spoke about watching Steve and you save those kids, with Billy's help. He told everyone that you are the best possible examples the student body could ever have.

"The twins' parents spoke briefly. They pretty much said the only reason the twins are alive is because Steve Hammer and Gwen Anderson have the courage and skill to do things others can't. They were adamant in their support.

"Dr. Laura Masters was great as she described how you twice escorted a bleeding Steve Hammer into the emergency room wearing a blood soaked bra and little else, after the two of you had risked everything to save the lives of others. She told how well the hospital has responded to the fund drive and especially to the generosity of you three to donate so much time, effort, and money. She told the school board to nip this insanity in the bud.

"A couple of Mrs. Gillow's cohorts spoke, stating that you three should be expelled for immoral behavior and influencing the rest of the student body negatively. Then it was finally my turn!

"I explained that you could not attend the meeting because you were rehearsing for a performance at a benefit in Becton, Georgia this coming weekend. I told the board that you would not stop supporting the hospital fund. Nor would you resort to litigation if you were expelled, so they need not be concerned with that scenario. 

"I explained how the Governor of Georgia wanted to meet with you when you landed Saturday morning and tour the damage with you, and how grateful he was that you agreed so quickly to help the people of his state. I told them that I didn't have time to discuss the state dinner with President Hanson and President D'Anjou of the French Republic. Then I gave Billy a signal and he and Jared carried in four life-sized framed posters. There were quite a few gasps when the guys placed the pictures in front of the crowd.

"The first was the one you two did for Amber O'Leary where you were both in swim suit bottoms and looking at the camera. Gwen's bosom was pressed against Steve's lower chest and it was sexy as all hell. Then there was a poster made from the music video Jordan and Steve took to the top of the charts. Jordan looked amazing with her ample chest against Steve's chest. I pointed out the bullet scar that was visible on Steve's shoulder.

"The third one was of Gwen in a Wonder Woman outfit. I explained that it was expected to be a huge seller with all profits going to the Sparta hospital fund. Lastly, there was a poster of Jordan topless in Steve's arms. It was the same picture that's all over the internet. There was a small black bar over Jordan's nips. I told them that I was showing it because it existed and none of you could deny it. I told the story of Jordan doing so well in rehab and how some slimeball gave her alcohol and told her it was punch. Jordan became intoxicated and Steve rescued her from further embarrassment. That was a mistake and Jordan was not the first girl to have someone post an unwelcomed photo of them on the internet. 

"I summed it all up by telling them that you three would be interviewed about all of this by Amber Stahl in the morning for the CBC network. Your Lifetime movie of the Emerson River Rescue will be out later this week. Your CBC special will be aired Sunday evening. You'll start filming your movie in a week or two. 

"I mentioned that Gwen had a full academic scholarship to Stanford for pre-med. Steve was attending the Naval Academy next fall and Jordan has been accepted at the local state school and the Junior College over in Eastwick. I explained that if you were expelled, these institutions would not hesitate to accept you with a degree from any of a few dozen schools that expressed an interest in having you as alumni. I told them if one of you was expelled, the other two would not remain. The only people that would truly be hurt in the short, or long term would be those that voted to expel the most incredible students this or any school has ever had."

"Mom looks pretty happy and everyone's smiling, so did the vote go our way, if you don't mind me cutting your story short?" quizzed Gwen.

"The board unanimously passed a resolution lauding your exemplary conduct on behalf of the Spartan Nation," responded Charlotte with a huge grin. "There'll be a plaque or something hanging in a conspicuous place in the school by this time next week."

"Charlotte, you certainly are an amazing raconteur!" laughed Ms. Walker. "Your description of the meeting took nearly as long as the meeting."

"Now that all that stuff's out of the way, I'd be honored if Gwen, Jordan and Steve would sign my latest wall additions. I'll be keeping these under unbreakable glass!" stated Billy's father as he pulled aside a curtain to reveal the life sized posters Charlotte had presented at the meeting. 

Many of the patrons took photos of the three signing the posters. Then the three assumed the positions depicted in the posters, including Steve holding Jordan in his arms next to the infamous internet photo. Of course, the kids kept their clothes on this time. 

The next morning found the trio discussing the board's action on national TV as Amber questioned them. They were gracious in their praise of the school board and spent much of the interview urging people to help the tornado victims in Becton. 

"We're going to do a show at the local fair grounds. It'll have two purposes," stated Gwen in conclusion. "The senior prom will be held in part of the arena and will be free to the students and their dates. The seats will be for those folks that buy tickets to watch and listen to the show. All proceeds are going to the Becton Relief Fund. Anyone wanting to donate can Google Becton Relief Fund and find their web page and donate to this very worthy cause."

The next few days went quickly as the trio worked hard to be ready for the benefit. The band, including Charlie, caught a flight Friday evening. They needed to set up their equipment and make sure they had everything necessary to present a top quality concert. Saturday morning saw Steve, Gwen, Jordan, and Amber Stahl catch a six AM flight to an airport neat Becton, Georgia. By eight o'clock that morning the group arrived at the battered Becton High School. As promised the governor welcomed them as they exited the limo.

He gave a short speech to a surprisingly large gathering. Then he ushered the entourage, including several reporters, into a bus. They would stop every few blocks and survey the damage and offer encouragement to the many residents and recovery workers they met. At the third stop, the governor was pointing out a badly damaged fire station when Steve noticed activity down the street.

An older black man was standing by a pallet of shingles. He'd look up at the roof and then back at the shingles. Steve left the tour and walked down the street to where the man stood. As he approached, Steve could see that the roof of the modest ranch home was totally stripped of shingles.

"Sir? Can I give you a hand?" asked Steve as he walked up to the man. "It looks like the tornado did a lot of damage to your roof."

"I was just trying to decide what would be the best way to get these shingles up on the roof. I'm getting kind of old for this horseshit and my grandson's just nine and can't lift too much. It's supposed to rain tomorrow afternoon and I'd like to have the roof on by then. You can see I have scaffolding but getting 12 squares from the ground to the roof isn't going to be easy.

"I'm Joe Franklin, by the way. My son, Dave, had his leg broken in the tornado. He was operated on yesterday and won't be released for a few days. I promised him I'd get his house covered before the next rain, but I'm losing confidence that it'll get done."

"I can't stay too long right now, but I can help you with the shingles. I'm Steve Hammer and I'll be in town all day. I leave around three tomorrow. Let me help you get started," offered Steve as he easily placed a bundle of shingles on his shoulder and started up the ladder.

Steve had managed to haul half the pallet of shingles up to the roof before the governor's group realized he was no longer with them. They had moved back to board the bus when Gwen revealed that Steve was not present.

"He told me was going to see if the older gentleman down the street needed help," revealed Gwen. "Apparently he did and Steve's helping him right now. If you have a tight schedule, Governor, you may want to carry on and Steve and I will catch up later."

Not one to miss a photo opportunity, the governor quickly responded. "We're here to help. Let's go down and see if Steve can use a hand."

Steve placed a bundle of shingles on the peak of the roof and returned down the ladder to find the governor chatting with a confused Joe Franklin. 

"Steve's that kid that shot those damned terrorists? These pretty young women are singing with him at that benefit tonight? Then this girl's got to be 'The Lady in Red'! This blonde's the one that sings almost naked in that video my daughter likes to watch all the time! That Steve has to be the luckiest son-of-a-bitch in the world!" blurted the old man as cameras recorded his reaction. 

Steve grinned, hefted another bundle and ascended the ladder. Not wanting to be shown as uncaring, several of the governor's aids began to carry bundles of shingles up to the roof.

Gwen and Jordan smiled to each other as they heard a young dark haired lady reporter insist that her camera man video Steve as he tossed the next bundle over his shoulder and turned to climb the ladder. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt that clung to his arms and back as he moved with the shingles on his shoulder.

"Makes you all wet, doesn't he?" whispered Jordan to the reporter. "Don't feel like the Lone Ranger. He does that to all the females he comes into contact with."

The rest of the shingles were quickly transported up the ladder and the governor thanked Steve while the cameras rolled. Steve smiled politely and shook hands with the governor and then with Joe Franklin.

"If I can get away, I'll be back to help you nail them down," promised Steve so quietly that no one else could hear him speak. "Just get the drip edge on if you can. Don't hurt yourself. Be slow and careful."

"Look at you, Steve. You're sweaty and flushed," observed Gwen softly as they climbed back onto the bus. "Your biceps are all pumped up and you emitting pheromones like crazy. I feel like licking you all over. Be careful around the lady reporters. Even Amber looks a little worked up right now."

Steve and Gwen were totally surprised by how welcoming the area residents were. They flocked around them whenever the bus stopped and frequently asked for autographs. It was the sort of thing that happened to famous politicians and actors, not a couple kids from a small town like Sparta.

"It looks like we've been elevated to rock star status here," opined Gwen as the trio rode the hotel elevator to their floor after the governor's tour had ended. "This is going to take some getting used to. We're just high school kids."

"Just keep remembering that," stated Jordan knowingly. "If you start thinking you're special and better than the people that pay to see and hear you, you'll crash and burn. Take it from a girl that's been there and done that."

"Yeah, and think about the pain and frustration these people are going through," added Steve. "They need something to cheer them up and encourage them to keep going. That old man that was determined to fix the roof on his son's house struck a chord with me. He should be taking it easy, playing checkers and watching his grandkids grow up. Instead, he's going to be working on a roof, trying to get it finished before the rain comes tomorrow evening. I'm proud to be able to help people in bad situations like this. The benefit concert is a great thing, but sometimes it's good to be able to help a person one-on-one."

"You're going to go back and help that wonderful old man take care of his family, aren't you? We need to get to the arena and do some sound checks and learn how everything works, but we should have a few hours after that we can put to good use. Let's get our work done at the arena and we'll go see your friend." 

"You'd go with me, Gwen? No wonder I love you so much! You're a doll."

"So what am I? Chopped liver?" demanded Jordan. "I want to help, too, so let's get busy at the arena and then we'll surprise that wonderful man when we show up to help him out."

Steve and Gwen were surprised at the size of the arena, as well as how modern all the equipment was. They were also surprised to see a CBC truck parked in front and numerous technicians setting up cameras. Some cameras were stationary while others were on mobile trolleys.

"What's with all the cameras?" asked Steve. "This isn't going to be televised, is it?"

"Clyde called a while ago and told me that CBC wanted to video the show to possibly broadcast at a later date. He said that they bought an option for two more shows from you and this may be one of them, if it turns out good enough. He promised the band a pretty good payday if the network decides to use it. Hooking up with you guys is the best move we could have made."

"That would be great if the network did use it for one of the two options," declared Gwen. "That would save us the time and effort to tape another show and the hospital fund will get another nice check." 

"Now, for tonight's show. You'll be wearing these cordless microphones. The system will pick up your voice from anywhere down here in the ring, and on the stage. If you climb into the stands, you'll be out of range, so stay on, or close to, the stage," stated Charlie. "This is going to be big. There'll be a few hundred kids dancing on that floor for their prom. 

"There'll be around seven thousand people in the stands and dancing on the floor on this side of the stage, separate from the prom kids. The organizers want us to break every forty minutes or so for raffles, prizes, and whatever announcements they may have. I think they're expecting us to play for a few hours, so we'll have to do almost everything we know. These people have been hit hard and they want to party tonight."

Satisfied that they understood the workings of the equipment and what to expect, Steve called a taxi. A few minutes later, they were dropped off at Joe Franklin's. Charlie had eagerly accepted Jordan's invitation to go with them and Amber had refused to let the group out of her sight. 

"This isn't a news event. We're just helping out a family and aren't looking for any publicity," cautioned Steve.

"That's fine. I'll even help you if it's quiet. The thing I've noticed is that everything you kids do makes news, so I'll be ready if anything happens," replied Amber.

Upon arriving at Joe's, Steve quickly determined that he had been busy while they were at the arena. The starter course of shingles was in place over the newly installed drip edge.

"I can work pretty good from the scaffolding, but my knees aren't very good any more. I have trouble getting up and down," admitted Joe.

"Let's get some lines chalked and get this going. It's too bad you don't have a nail gun. This would go a lot faster," added Steve.

Steve, Charlie, and Joe quickly ran some lines. The roof was only about twelve feet off the ground at the eaves and had a gradual slope. Steve had no trouble getting Gwen and Jordan to climb up and help by placing shingles down as he and Charlie nailed them. Gwen chuckled as Steve complained about Amber interviewing Joe as they worked.

"Has anyone asked about codes and permits?" asked Charlie as they worked. "We could be in violation of all kinds of rules and regulations."

"We're just outside the town limits and the county hasn't adopted any codes for roofs, so we're okay. Nail them down good, but if another F4 tornado hits, nothing on God's green earth will keep the shingles on the roof," answered Joe from the ground.

A car pulled up and a couple of high school age boys climbed out and approached Joe. Once Joe gave permission, they scampered up the ladder and began to help.

"We're seniors at Becton High. One of the girls in our class texted us. She had driven by and saw you guys working on this roof. We came over to help, and to meet Jordan Quick and Gwen Anderson. I'm Tom and this is Jeff."

Before everyone had the chance to shake the two kids' hands, three more cars pulled up. Then a big man in a pickup truck with a construction sign on the driver's door stopped. He dug out had an air compressor and two nail guns. An hour later as the group was nailing down the ridge cap, Steve and Gwen were surprised to see Bill Hardy pull up in a CBC news van. He had his camera man video the people on the roof and then he asked Joe Franklin a few questions on camera. Those on the roof were too far away to hear the questions, or the responses from Joe. 

"We'd better get going, guys!" urged Charlie. "We have a show to do tonight and we have to eat and get cleaned up before we head to the arena."

"Would it be possible for any of us seniors to get a dance with you or Jordan tonight?" asked the boy named Tom. "I know it's asking a lot, but it'd be so cool to have the other kids see me dancing with Jordan Quick or 'The Lady in Red'! Will you be wearing red tonight?"

"It seems to have become a trademark," admitted Gwen. "I'll be wearing red and if I get the chance, I'd love to have a dance with you, if your girlfriend will give you up. We all appreciate the help here today. Steve started this afternoon thinking he'd have to do it all alone, and somehow, I think he would have. Now we have enough time to get ready and give you guys the best performance we can. See you at the show."

The group arrived at the arena in plenty of time. They had a couple of wardrobe changes planned and the clothes were laid out in a small building the size of a medium sized room just under the bleachers. They waited in the room for the introduction. There was no curtain, so the group simply ascended the steps to the stage when they were announced. Charlie's band went to their instruments, while Steve picked up a guitar. Jordan and Gwen went to the front and center of the stage. 

The crowd became silent and stood when asked by Gwen. She and Jordan then sang the National Anthem a cappella. The cheers for the anthem had hardly died down when the band went into their version of Queen's 'We Will Rock You' and 'We are the Champions" with Gwen singing lead. The crowd immediately got into the music and the party began!

Jordan was next with her 'Total Eclipse of the Heart' and the crowd loved it. Next Steve put his guitar down and approached Gwen as the lights on the stage dimmed. A spotlight shone down on the two of them as the introduction to 'Lady in Red' started. Steve took Gwen in his arms and danced with her. At the appropriate time, he began singing as he danced. 

By song's end, every female in the arena had to dry her eyes, as did more than a few of the men. Steve gently kissed Gwen on the lips and released her as the lights went up. They bowed and returned to their places. As planned, they performed a high percentage of ballads and love songs since it was a romantic evening for the prom goers. 




Lady in Red Ch. 24



After the first intermission where the principal of the school thanked first responders for their efforts to save the school, Gwen began the next set with her version of 'I Need a Hero'. She had earlier asked some of the first responders to remain on stage. They had no idea that she was going to sing to them when they agreed. They were both embarrassed and proud as Gwen made the song about them. The audience absolutely loved it. Then Jordan kept them on stage as she sang 'Wind Beneath my Wings' to them. The fans gave a standing ovation when Jordan ended her song.

Gwen found time to descend to the prom dance floor and dance with Tom and a couple other boys while Steve and Jordan sang. Jordan was soon doing the same thing when Steve sang lead. With their mobile microphones the girls were able to sing back up while they danced.

Steve went down to the dance floor and asked a girl watching from the rear of the group to dance. He led her onto the floor as Jordan began playing 'Slow Dancing' by Johnnie Rivers on the piano. Steve sang it as he danced the blushing girl around the floor. Gwen quickly pulled the girl's date onto the floor to dance with him while Steve sang. 

A bit later, Steve sat at the piano while Jordan picked a boy out of the crowd and began dancing with him as Steve led into the Patsy Cline song, 'Crazy'. As soon as the song ended, Gwen chose a tall boy and began singing 'Unchained Melody' as she danced with him. The crowd loved seeing Gwen, Jordan, and Steve interact with the local kids. It gave them a prom night they'd never forget. 

Three hours after the show began, the stands were still full and the fans showed no intention of leaving. The group had only a few songs left that they had rehearsed. In a change of pace, Gwen sang 'Addicted to Love' by Robert Palmer. She gave a little extra hip action as she performed. Steve played guitar as he and Jordan sang backup. He marveled at how sexual Gwen made the song. Every man in the place felt she was singing just to him. It was almost midnight when the organizers announced the show was over. They had enjoyed almost four hours of music with a few breaks thrown in.

The applause was thunderous and simply rolled on. Steve and Jordan had saved their recent chart topper for an encore and delivered it perfectly. Then Gwen sang 'My Heart Will Go On' followed by Steve delivering 'Can't Help Falling in Love with You'. Then the stage went dark.

Jordan, Gwen, and Steve quietly left the stage and retired to the small changing room under the stands. They were soon joined by Charlie and his band mates. 

"That was just amazing! I can't believe how well we all did! You guys sang the hell out of every song and the audience knew it. They loved it when you danced with the prom kids. We played our asses off!" boasted Charlie as he shook hands with Steve and hugged the two girls.

The group waited still the arena was pretty well emptied out before packing up their equipment. Steve was surprised to see Amber Stahl waiting for them on the stage.

"You guys really brought the house down tonight! I'll be surprised if the network doesn't broadcast it, and soon. I interviewed people during the breaks and after the show. They all raved about how great it was and how proud they are of their seniors for organizing the prom that grew into such a successful fund raiser so soon after the tornado. Everyone thought you guys sang great.

"My station wants an interview with all of you that they can broadcast in prime time half an hour before your TV special Sunday night! They think the folks in the viewing area will love it. Hometown talent and all that. We'll need to video it a few hours ahead of time at least, so it can be edited. Are you willing? And if so, when do you want to do it?"

"Could you set up and do it right now, on the empty stage here?" asked Steve. "I'm so jacked up, I won't be able to sleep. I know the girls like to spend time putting their make-up on, but they look great and we're all eager to talk about the show and what we liked and didn't like."

Jordan and Gwen agreed, as long as they had some time to fix their faces and hair. Amber assured them they would have enough time since she needed to borrow a couple remaining CNC camera men to video the interview for her. Knowing the video would be edited down to half an hour, the trio was comfortable answering Amber's questions and volunteering information about the benefit and the fans reaction to it. It was almost two AM when they ended the interview. Amber hurried off to get the videos to the station while Gwen, Jordan, and Steve returned to the hotel. 

Jordan, Steve, and Gwen each had separate rooms. Gwen felt she'd be more comfortable in Steve's bed and spent the night with him. Shortly after seven AM, Steve untangled himself from Gwen and quietly made his way to the bathroom. He was only there for a couple minutes, but when he returned to the bedroom, wearing only his boxers, a thin faced woman was standing just inside the entrance. She quickly raised a camera and snapped a picture before rushing back out the door!

"What the hell was that?" demanded Steve to an equally surprised Gwen. "How did she get in and what did she want?"

"I heard a knock on the door and you were gone, so I thought you were out in the hall and wanted to get back in. I opened the door without checking to see who it was and that crazy bitch stepped in and took a picture of me. Just then you came out of the bathroom and she took another one, this time with both of us in it. My hair's a mess and my nipples show through these little pajamas. What's she want with our pictures?" wondered Gwen.

"She either took them for someone, or she plans on selling them. The pictures will pretty much prove that we spent the night together. They'll be someplace between embarrassing and damaging, or maybe both. We'll be exposed to the public as lovers," concluded Steve.

"I never considered that. Now I know how celebrities feel when paparazzi chase them all over and take pictures over fences and through windows. How bad will this be for us?"

"The part that bothers me the most is that someone thinks they're putting one over on us. They may try to blackmail us, although that seems pretty farfetched. More likely, they'll just sell the picture to some supermarket rag to drag us through the dirt," reasoned Steve.

"We're looking at this from the wrong angle! We're not criminals and aren't ashamed to be lovers. It just seems like a personal thing the public doesn't need to know. But that's not the real world. Everything we do will be known or guessed at until the public forgets about us. I've got an idea."

With that, Gwen dug out her cell and punched in a number. "Sorry to bother you so early, Amber, but we need a favor. Could you do a quick interview with Steve and me here in Steve's hotel room in an hour? Thanks! I'll see you then." 

Gwen smiled at Steve's obvious confusion. "We're going to be exposed as lovers, so let's do it on our terms. We can't hide it any longer and neither of us care to lie about it, so let's just tell the truth. One thing I've learned the past few months is that the truth will always get out and it's usually not as bad as any lies you can dream up to cover it. Get cleaned up and dressed nice. We're going to be on TV."

An hour later, Gwen and Steve sat on a small sofa and answered the questions that Gwen had requested Amber ask. "A woman we had never seen before knocked on the door this morning around seven. I foolishly opened it and she stepped inside and took two pictures of Steve and me without asking permission. Then she bolted back out the door.

"We were very surprised and confused for a few minutes until Steve determined what the woman was probably after. She was trying to get photographic proof that Steve and I are lovers. We never felt it was anyone else's business, so we've never discussed that subject in public," stated Gwen calmly.

"Bt it seems that there are some people out there that want to know about our personal lives. We've become public figures and are under a microscope all the time now. We've just come to realize that fact."

"You and Steve are quite obviously in love. Tell us, Gwen, are you and Steve lovers?" questioned Amber right on cue. 

"The short answer is 'yes'. I wanted Steve to make love to me for a couple months before we actually slept together in Paris. He wanted the perfect situation and location. He's really quite a romantic. He's my first and only lover. Our first time was in Paris with the Eiffel Tower shinning outside our balcony. It was absolutely amazing! I'll never forget it. I guess every girl remembers her first time, but mine was one for the ages. This hunky guy is my friend, my partner, my protector, and my lover. I'm very content with that, and now that it's out in the open, I feel great!" laughed Gwen.

"That's certainly a romantic story. How do you feel about all of this, Steve?" asked Amber as she swung her attention to Steve.

"How do I feel about Gwen? No one's ever loved a woman more than I do her. I wasn't all that eager to share my personal life with the world, but we realize now that we don't have much choice. As far as that skinny woman that came into our room and took our picture this morning is concerned, I'll eventually find out who she is, and who, if anyone, put her up to it. I won't forget. That I promise." 

Amber was putting her tripod away when her cell phone rang. She listened to someone for a couple minutes. Then she smiled and said, "Don't edit it yet. I'll be sending some more video I just recorded. It's pretty juicy. The two of them have decided to tell their fans that they're intimate. Yeah! That's what I'm telling you. I'll get it to you in the next few minutes."

"The station manager just told me that CBC has changed its schedule at the eleventh hour. They're busy editing last night's show and they're going to broadcast it tonight, while the tornado and the devastation it caused are fresh on people's minds. They claim it'll help the relief effort, and it might, but I know very well that they're doing it because it was so damn good!

"They love the interview we did last night and showed it to the network. They're going to broadcast it before the show. You guys will have half an hour interview followed by two and a half hours of your performance from last night. That TV movie about the river rescue broadcast the other night was Lifetime's highest rated movie ever! CBC wants some of that magic and they're willing to pay for it. This is going to be big for all three of us!" 

Gwen, Amber, and Steve met Jordan, Charlie, and the rest of the band for breakfast before heading for the airport. The group was in high spirits as they told their impressions of the performance the previous evening. Charlie had already been in contact with Clyde Davis and had a contract for his band, including a handsome payday from CBC for the performance the previous evening.

"I thought we were doing well when we had the chance to play in Paris. We received that offer pretty much because of the video of Steve playing with us that one night," admitted Charlie. "Now we've played in Paris, in a big benefit concert, and we'll be broadcast all over the planet tonight! Clyde signed us to play for Jordan when she goes on tour this summer. We owe you three, big time!"

Charlie's happiness was contagious and the group had an enjoyable breakfast that lasted until lunch. When it became evident that the group had finished eating, people began stopping at their table, praising them for the help they gave Becton. Many asked for autographs and pictures. Charlie volunteered to use peoples' own cameras to photograph them with Gwen, Jordan, and Steve.

"You kids are so polite and well mannered," praised an older woman after she had her picture taken with the group. "You're big stars on TV, in music, and soon in movies and you take time for us regular people. That's truly a wonderful thing. I'm a loyal fan now." 

By 2 PM everyone had checked in at the airport for the trip back to Sparta. Charlie and his band had booked an earlier flight and had just taken off when Gwen turned to Jordan and stared at her.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face?" asked Jordan.

"Yes, you do. It's a smile that just won't quit," laughed Gwen. "Something tells me that you had a pretty good night after you returned to the hotel. I know what it means when I smile like that, and I'm smiling like that today."

"Okay! Charlie spent the night with me. Does that make me a slut, or a horrible person? He's been so good to me and I really, really like him. Don't be upset with me," begged a worried Jordan.

"Upset? I'm happy for you! Charlie's a great guy and you deserve to be loved and happy. You're certainly no slut. You're a woman in love and that's pretty cool. I know Charlie has it bad for you. I can tell by the way he looks at you and the way he treats you," said Gwen as she hugged a relieved Jordan.

A couple hours later, on the way to Sparta from the airport, Gwen took a call from her mother. "Mom said to drive straight to Aunt Dianne's. They're planning to have a small party during the TV show. I'm getting a little worried about our interview, but I still think we did the right thing. I hope Mom, and especially Dad, agree."

When the trio reached Diane's, they found the driveway packed and cars parked along the road. When they entered the house, they were met with silence.

"We're watching the network news. That Bill Hardy just had a story he taped in Becton. He showed you kids on a roof trying for a 'photo op', as he called it, with a bunch of people putting down shingles on a damaged home. Then he had a photo of Gwen in her pajamas and Steve in boxers in a hotel room. He suggested that you two weren't the role models and innocents you claim to be. He tried to make you look as bad as he could," seethed Paula. 

"Bill Hardy had that picture?" questioned Steve. "Now we know who put that little witch up to it. As far as I'm concerned, he's just declared war. I can't overlook his petulance and vindictiveness any more, not when it's directed at us. It's personal now."

"Mom, I could try to explain everything to you, but it's better if you watch television and see what everyone else sees. Then tell me if Steve and I handled this okay, or if we made a big mistake. We're celebrities now. Like it or not, we're going to be in the crosshairs of petty, jealous, unhappy people.

"This is a party, so let's be happy and enjoy the show. I'm more nervous now than I was when we were performing last night. Every relative and friend we have is here! Grandma, it's so nice of you to come!" 

"I wouldn't have missed this for the world! I've been watching promos for your TV show the past few weeks. I loved that Lifetime movie, although that girl that played you doesn't have nearly as nice a figure as you have. Don't worry about that jackass showing pictures of you and Steve in underwear. Every woman that sees it will wish they were you, and every guy will be drooling over you."

"Thanks, Grandma. Please watch the interview we did. They'll show it at eight. I want to know what you think of everything we said and if we made a mistake by being so candid."

Everyone gathered in front of the big screen TV shortly before eight and the room became totally quiet when Amber Stahl's face appeared on screen. Steve admired how well she handled the introduction and interview. He had no doubt that she had a great future in broadcasting.

If the room seemed quiet before, it became deathly silent when Gwen was asked if she and Steve were lovers. Tears flowed freely as Gwen gave her response. "He's my first and only lover. Our first time was in Paris with the Eiffel Tower shinning outside our balcony." When the first commercial aired, everyone tried to speak at once.

In deference to her age, Gwen's grandmother gained the floor first. "That was so romantic! You took the air out of Hardy's sails. He tried to make you look cheap and dirty. You showed everyone what a true love should be. By being so happy and proud of being with Steve, you've eliminated most negative reactions fans might have. You two are over eighteen and stars! Sleeping together isn't news. All the hard work you do for charity is. I hope this Amber mentions that."

Caroline had voiced what the others were thinking. Gwen and Steve were congratulated for handling a touchy situation so well before everyone settled down to watch the rest of the interview. The next segment opened with Steve carrying shingles up the ladder and placing them on Joe Franklin's roof. 

Amber explained to the audience how Steve had seen the elderly man worrying about getting the shingles up, left the tour group and carried the materials up the ladder for the man. Then she showed Steve, Gwen, Charlie, and Jordan nailing shingles down with no one else around. She explained how people began stopping to help when they realized who was on the roof helping Mr. Franklin. 

"Photo-op, my butt!" declared Kate during the next commercial. "Steve was helping that old man before anyone even knew he was doing it. You guys went back to help put the shingles down after you checked in on the preparations at the arena. That Hardy sure looks like a fool after watching Amber's interview. I knew he was full of crap!"

The mood of the gathering had greatly improved once the interview was aired. It was pretty obvious that Hardy had an agenda of his own and that Gwen and Steve were simply trying to do the right thing. Then the benefit concert began with Gwen and Jordan singing 'the Star Spangled Banner'. 

Paula was amazed as she watched her daughter, Steve, and Jordan perform. Some songs brought tears, and some brought smiles, but all were emotional and very well done. When Gwen belted out 'Addicted to Love' Kate, Stephanie, and Charlotte squealed in delight. Soon they were up and dancing to the music. By the time the show ended at eleven with Steve singing 'Can't Help Falling in Love with You' as the credits rolled over the screen, everyone watching realized that they had just seen something very special.

"Holy crap!" exclaimed Billy Marsh. "That was the best show I've ever seen on TV. Gwen and Jordan looked incredible and sang great. Even Steve did okay." 

"When Steve danced with Gwen and sang 'Lady in Red' to her, I cried," admitted Ms. Summers. "That was the most romantic thing I've ever seen."

"Who thought of dancing with the kids at the prom? That was a stroke of genius," offered Ms. Walker. "It made it all more personal and more human. When you danced with them as you sang, it was especially effective. You need a pretty strong voice to pull that off while dancing. I've got to agree with Billy. The entire performance was absolutely wonderful!"

"I guess we might as well face it, Sis is addicted to love!" laughed Kate as she embraced her sister in a warm hug. 



Lady in Red Ch. 25



It didn't take very long on Monday morning for Steve and Gwen to realize their lives had changed dramatically. Classmates Gwen had known since first grade asked for her autograph. Girls flirted shamelessly with Steve. Jordan had been a celebrity when she first attended Sparta, but her stock had risen even higher. 

Ms. Walker summoned Gwen, Jordan, and Steve to her desk when they entered the homeroom. "Correct me if I'm wrong. The fact that CBC aired your benefit concert last night meant that they were invoking the option they had for two more shows. That would mean that the hospital fund should be receiving another million dollars for last night and another million when you do another show for them. Is that accurate?"

"It sure sounds pretty close. I'm not the genius going to Stanford next year, but she's here, so let's ask her," responded Steve as Gwen prepared to answer Ms. Walker's question. 

"Hey, Charlotte! We have a math question for you," called Steve to Charlotte, just before Gwen balled up her fist and smacked Steve's chest.

"You're doing your best to keep me grounded, aren't you?" laughed Gwen. "I never saw that one coming, but I should have. Go ahead and have Charlotte do the math for us."

"Guys, we have a problem with the prom and it's all your fault," interrupted Tyler as he entered the room. "The gym isn't going to be big enough to fit all the people that want to attend. You know that every kid in high school has always been allowed to go to the prom if they buy the ten dollar ticket that covers them and a date. If kids had trouble getting the money, no one ever cared and they were let in whether they had a ticket or not. Very few underclassmen ever went. When they did, it was usually girls that dated upper classmen.

"The problem now is every kid wants to go, whether they have dates or not. They want to see and hear you three perform. I heard some of the freshmen boys are going to bring their mothers as dates, because their moms insisted! Some are bringing cousins, aunts, sisters, almost any kind of female that can breathe.

"It isn't a lot better with the younger girls. Some have fathers that will attend with them, but most have suddenly become popular and have kids from other schools asking them if they can go to our prom with them. Charlotte, you're the math whiz. If every student attends and brings a date, how many people will that be, allowing for the ones that actually date another kid from our school."

"Suddenly Charlotte's the math whiz? Okay, she's good at math. I admit it. What's the answer, Genius?" demanded Gwen.

"Well, I'd estimate that there'll be about a hundred couples from the school. That would leave almost a thousand kids that would be free to bring a guest from outside the school. A few won't show up regardless of who's doing the music. No offense, Gwen. I'm thinking we'll have around two thousand kids, moms, sisters, cousins, clowns, and jokers. Don't they also allow any and all parents and grandparents of seniors that want to act as chaperones? Usually, they have to beg to get at least ten parents there. Then any faculty that wants to chaperone is allowed to attend. Again, it often requires bribes and threats from the administration to force some faculty to volunteer, but probably not this year. Added all together, it comes out to exactly a crap-load," concluded Charlotte. 

"That's the same answer I came up with!" agreed Tyler. "If the bleachers are out and we have the stage set up for the band, most of the crap-load will not be able to get onto the dance floor. The bleachers will hold around two thousand if they all have small asses and we know some of these mothers and cousins will be amply assed. If the bleachers are rolled back against the walls, like they usually are for the prom, we'll have room for several hundred very crowded dancers and wallflowers, not to mention a riot created by the folks that can't get inside."

"That's the math of a genius?" marveled Gwen. "A crap-load? That's your best estimate? To think I was going to rely on Charlotte to help me get through the math courses at Stanford! I am so screwed."

"You don't have to keep telling us! Wasn't last night on national TV enough? Have you no shame?" questioned Charlotte. "You keep bragging about that hunk and some girl might want to take him for a test drive and see what the fuss is all about. Her initials might even be C-H-A-R-L-O-T-T-E." 

"Enough about the highly publicized sex lives of our valedictorian and her football star boyfriend. How're the other guys in the senior class going to get laid if the prom is cancelled because it's too crowded?" worried Tyler.

"Uh-oh! We have a bigger problem, Steve. Tyler is taking Stephanie to the prom and he's expecting to 'get laid', as he put it! Can you handle this or should I ask Uncle Will to give Tyler a talking to, like Dad did to you?"

"I could probably hurt him bad enough so he won't be able to have sex for a few weeks, but Steph would be all over me for injuring her date. I think this is a job best suited for her father. After that comment by Tyler, I think Will can legally have him whacked, or maybe use his shotgun on him," added Steve.

"Gwen! It was just a figure of speech. Don't say anything to Stephanie, or her dad! I know we won't be having sex that night. I've just barely talked her into holding my hand on dates. I really like her. Please don't say anything!"

"Well, okay, as long as you promise her virtue will remain intact," replied Gwen. "She's like a sister to me and I don't want anything bad to happen to her. That reminds me. Tyler, have you heard if Kate's going to the prom with anyone? I've been so busy I haven't been talking to her as much as I should."

"Stephanie said that some guy from Middletown asked Kate last weekend and she accepted. I don't know what school he goes to or anything about him. You'll have to talk to her if you want to know more," responded Tyler.

"Now, back to the overcrowding issues created by our rock star student performers," continued Tyler. "My dad's bank had to take that huge warehouse by the river back when the corporation that built it went under. It's never even been used. The economy went south about the time they completed it. They never managed to rent any of it.

"My Dad said that the bank would allow us to use it if we thought it would work. I was wondering if you guys would go with me to see it this afternoon? Dad said he'd meet us there at five. The bank would have it insured and make sure all utilities were working, especially the bathrooms, if we decided to have the prom there." 

"That's a great solution, Tyler!" exclaimed Gwen. "Small wonder you were made chairman of the prom committee. You always get results, except with Stephanie, of course."

"We'll see you there at five," agreed Steve as Tyler blushed at Gwen's remark. "I consider Steph to be like a sister, so I want her to have a great time, but within reason. I know you'll take good care of her."

Gwen invited Charlotte and Billy to accompany her and Steve to look at the warehouse they were considering for the prom. Tyler and his father were there when they arrived. After touring the building, the kids were very enthusiastic.

"This looks perfect, Mr. Smith!" enthused Steve. "It's big, has great lighting, lots of electrical outlets, plenty of parking, it's clean, and the price is right. Thanks for all the help."

"I thought you kids would be impressed. The bank is hoping that the exposure from the prom will help raise awareness of all the building has to offer, and maybe get us a buyer. I'll contact the school board and the principal and give them a tour as soon as possible. If they agree, you can start advertising the location for the prom immediately. After watching that great show you kids put on last night, it's a safe bet that they'll be an awful lot of people here for your prom."

Gradually, school returned to a new normal. Jordan, Gwen, and Steve had been elevated another notch or two from their previous lofty position. They made every effort to be friendly with other students and respectful to their teachers. Jordan's lessons of the past were not lost on them. 

On Wednesday, Gwen's gym class was playing softball when a sudden downpour drenched all the girls. They were sent to the locker room to get dried off and changed although the period was only half over. With the extra time, some of the girls began asking Gwen about her sex life.

"Did it hurt very much the first time?" asked Dani, a small red head. "I know Steve is a big guy. Were you nervous about it?"

"It really hurt very little. It was more like a slight burning sensation that went away quickly. Steve was very patient and spent a lot of time getting me ready."

"How did he get you ready, as you call it?" questioned Barb, a big blonde girl. "Your hymen is either there or it isn't. You can't lose it a little at a time. My first time hurt a lot. My boyfriend had to push real hard to break it."

"A boy can do a lot of foreplay and be sure that you're well lubricated before he tries to enter you. That helps a lot," replied Gwen.

"My boyfriend told me that if I sucked him for a while, he'd be wetter and would slide in easier. I told him to forget it. Did Steve make you put his thing in your mouth?"

"Sex isn't about 'being made do anything'. It's about wanting to do things to please your partner. Steve would never insist that I suck him like that."

"I knew you wouldn't suck on his cock!" laughed Barb. "We all know that 'The Lady in Red' would never suck cock! That's too gross."

"Using that expression is what's too gross," replied Gwen calmly. "I said that Steve would never insist that I do it. I never said that I wouldn't, or haven't."

"So you did do it!" exclaimed Dani. "Was it awful? Did he cum in your mouth?"

"I think we're approaching this from the wrong angle," responded Gwen uncomfortably. "Everyone is different. You may like something that I don't. Good sex happens when both parties want to please their partner. That's what it's all about. I'll do almost anything if I think it'll give Steve pleasure. He feels the same way about me. That's why sex is best when the people love each other."

"Does Steve use his mouth on you?" asked a mousy girl standing behind Barb. "Most guys don't like to do that. They say it's gross."

"I repeat. Steve will do almost anything to give me pleasure. He loves me and everything about me. It took me a while to accept that, but I know it to be the truth."

"So that means that he does go down on you! You're so lucky to have such a great boyfriend! I bet he's really good in bed," guessed Dani.

"I didn't say he did, or didn't. This discussion should be about sex in general and not about my sex life in particular," responded a blushing Gwen.

"But Gwen," replied Dani with a smile, "you're the one dating Steve Hammer, and having sex with him. He's the one we want to know about. Who cares about sex in general? We want to know what Steve likes, what he does, what he doesn't do, and if he's as big as some of the guys on the football team claim he is."

Stunned, Gwen had trouble initiating speech. "I don't know what other players on the team say. I don't have any experience with size differences. I do know that I'm now very uncomfortable with this conversation. I've just discovered why ladies don't discuss their personal lives. I'm sorry, girls. I'm done with this conversation," stated Gwen as she left the locker room.

Steve was settling in for his last class of the day when Jared slapped him on the shoulder. "I hear you like to dine at the Y, you dog."

"What exactly are you talking about, Jared? I know what the expression means, but why are you saying it?" asked a puzzled Steve.

"My girlfriend, Jade, heard some girls talking in the hallway. They were saying that Gwen told them that you like to munch her carpet. I thought you should know about it. I was a little worried about how to bring it up, so I went for the direct approach." 

"I don't think Gwen would tell people something like that. Even with our decision to be more open and honest with the public, it doesn't seem like the type of thing she'd tell. Would you think less of me if it were true?" asked Steve with a grin.

"You already know the answer to that one!" laughed Jared. "Gwen's a beauty. I'd think less of you if it weren't true!"  

By the time Steve met up with Gwen after school, several girls had made veiled comments about his appetite and dining habits. He was extremely curious to hear what Gwen would be able to tell him.

"Gwen, have you been telling people that I like to go down on you? That seems to be the rumor, although it doesn't sound like something you'd be telling everyone."

"I told them I didn't care to comment on it one way or the other! A girl asked me about it in the locker room. I just told her that we'd do almost anything to please and satisfy each other. She insisted that meant that you would feast on Ms. Kitty now and then. By that time, I was in so deep, I didn't know what to say, so I told them I wouldn't discuss it anymore."

"You're absolutely beautiful and extremely smart, but sometimes you still act like a high school girl. You can't discuss your sex life with any sort of group. You even have to be careful with good friends," explained Steve. "We were lucky that Billy and Charlotte never mentioned you screaming out that morning they stopped in before school and we were so embarrassed. They're friends and we can trust them.

"Jordan never told anyone. Kate didn't give us away. Then you felt the need to answer a few 'harmless' questions by girls in a group in the locker room? Now I'm going to be known all over school as an eater of prime pussy."

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean for that to happen. Please forgive me. What are we going to do now? How can we handle this embarrassing situation? I've already shown I can't be trusted to make good decisions about it."

"Luckily, I have a plan, so don't worry about it," revealed Steve.

"You do? Already? I should've known that you'd come up with something. What's your plan?" asked a relieved Gwen.

"Every time anyone implies, or infers, that I eat pussy, either in general, or your pussy in particular, I'm going to grin and arch my eyebrows like this." 

Gwen stared at Steve like he had two heads. "That's your plan? How can that stupid grin help? They're going to think you're proud of it, that you like eating pussy. Oh! This must be a man thing!"

"That's right, Gwen. You sure didn't hurt my reputation any. You should see how the girls are looking at me now. And there isn't a guy out there that would blame me for munching on Gwen Anderson's little kitty every chance I get, with the possible exception of your dad."

"So you're just going to smile and act happy that you have the opportunity to do a little muff diving on me? That's the whole solution?" asked a skeptical Gwen.

"Yep, that's pretty much it. Now we need to get back to your place and see if the screenplay for our movie is in. We need to learn our lines pretty fast. Clyde said he'd have them delivered to your folks' place."

"Wow! You really aren't worried about being known as a pussy eater, are you? It's a good thing, I guess. You could be very upset with me. Here comes Jordan and Kate. Let's head for home."

"Sis, some of the girls in my class told me that you said you like to give Steve blowjobs. I told them you'd never say that, and would never do it, either," stated Kate as soon as she joined the group.

Gwen looked dismayed for a few seconds. Then she grinned at Kate and arched her eyebrows. "Holy cow! It's true! You admit you like to do that to Steve! That's so cool. You're the sexiest valedictorian this school has ever seen!"

Jordan was laughing so hard tears ran down her cheeks. Steve was standing next to her with a look of shock on his face. Then he began laughing. 

"You talked to those girls for quite a while, didn't you?" prodded Steve as he took Gwen into his arms. "I hope you learned something from that. Most guys that know anything at all about what's good for them, never talk about what they do with their girlfriends. They don't want to lose access to that little triangle that they love so dearly."

"Well, the grin worked with Jordan and Kate. I guess I'll just have to use your solution to an embarrassing situation. By not being embarrassed when you normally would be, you take the sting out of any barbed comments that may come your way. This being totally honest is a great concept," admitted Gwen.

"Did you also tell everyone that Steve had a real big..ah, 'thing'?" asked Kate hesitantly.

"Oh, crap!" exclaimed Gwen as she once again looked at Steve for his reaction. "I didn't actually say that. I think they heard it from the football team. I didn't disagree or anything. I just said I didn't have anything to compare, so I didn't know."

"Once again, Gwen, you're not hurting my feelings!" stated Steve. "It just seems to me that this is not something that should be discussed with other girls, especially ones that aren't your real good friends."

"He's right, Gwen. You're among friends now, so tell Kate and me all about this big problem you're having... quite often!" teased Jordan. 

On the ride home, Gwen made a point of asking Kate about her prom date. "He's just a guy I met at the mall. It wasn't all romantic like when Steve and you met. He just started talking to me and we got along pretty good. When he heard I was from Sparta, he asked if he could take me to the prom. I think he wanted to see Gwen Anderson and Jordan Quick sing. I was just his opportunity to get in."

"Did you tell him that we're sisters? That Jordan lives with us? Did he mention Steve at all? Did he say he was only asking so he could see us sing?"

"No, I didn't even tell him my last name. I don't think he knew you're my sister. He didn't actually tell me that he was asking because he wanted to see you guys, but I know that was it. He's not as good looking as Steve, but he's fairly hot and he's a junior at Middletown High. Why would he ask me, if not to see you and Jordan?"

"You're telling us that this kid is blind? That he couldn't tell how beautiful you are?" asked Steve. "Kate, any guy would be happy to take you to the prom. Can I meet this guy? What's his name?"

"Mom and Dad told me to tell him he had to stop in Sunday evening after dinner to meet them, before he would be allowed to take me to the prom next week. I guess you'll be able to meet him then. He's coming over around seven for the 'talking to'. I warned him about it, without mentioning your name, and he laughed. He thought Dad sounded pretty cool.

"He's not a football hero and he's not as big and strong as you, Steve. I doubt if he sings or dances real well. It's not going to be anything like your first date, Gwen," admitted Kate somewhat dejectedly.

"Wait! You're trying to compare this boy to Steve? That isn't fair to him. He'll have his own personality and skills. You don't want a Steve clone. You want a living, thinking individual that you learn about as time goes on. You know that you have a somewhat inflated opinion of Steve and no one can match what you've created in your mind. This boy may not be the one for you, but no one will ever be if you expect them to be exactly like Steve," reasoned Gwen.

"Well Lisa found Jason, didn't she? He's almost as big and strong as Steve. He's a cadet at West Point. He's handsome and brave and smart. Am I going to be the sister that winds up with the runt of the litter? How can I compete with such amazing sisters? You guys are beautiful and talented and have great looking guys. I'm just me."

"Steve, I think it's time you had a talk with my little sister," insisted Gwen to a surprised Steve.

Thinking it over quickly, Steve pulled the car to the side of the road, parked, and stepped out. "It's only half a mile from here. Gwen, you drive the car home. Kate and I will walk the rest of the way now that the rain has stopped."




Lady in Red Ch. 25



When Gwen and Jordan entered the Anderson home, Paula met them in the kitchen. "Where's Kate? Didn't she ride home with you? Isn't Steve coming in?"

"They're walking the last half mile, Mom. Kate is having some low self esteem issues. She feels that she's competing with Lisa and me, and that she's losing. Her date for the prom sounds like a normal kid and she seems to feel she has to apologize for that. I asked Steve to talk to her. If anyone can build up her confidence, it's Steve. You know how she idolizes him. I hope he can make her see it's not a competition."

"She has been pretty quiet for a sophomore that was asked to the prom by a boy from another school. That used to be very cool in my day," recalled Paula. "You're right. If anyone can bring her around, it'll be Steve."

A short time later, Steve walked into the house carrying Kate in his arms. She was smiling and had her arms wrapped around Steve's neck. "The neighbors saw me kissing your boyfriend and honked their horn as they drove past us. They'll probably tell everyone that your gorgeous little sister stole your boyfriend."

"Steve! Are you dumping me for Kate? I knew I shouldn't have left you two alone. Is it the blonde hair? The perfect complexion? Her athletic build? Her sense of humor? How can I compete with her?" demanded Gwen.

"We're not competing, Sis. We're all working together to help everyone in the family have a better life. You'll always have Steve, but so will I. He won't forget me, ever. He's my protector. He'll play with my kids and watch them grow up. He'll always be there for all of us in the family, just like Jason will and just like the guy I settle on will. That's the kind of guys we Anderson girls attract and fall in love with," beamed Kate as she kissed Steve soundly on the lips. "He's your boyfriend, but it's okay if I love him, and he loves me, isn't it?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way!" managed Gwen as she brushed back a tear.

"That is the sweetest thing I've ever seen," blubbered Jordan. "Can I ask to be included in that deal? I know he's your guy and I've found a pretty good one of my own, but I need to know that you're good with me loving your guy. I want him to always be my friend and play with my kids, too. I want all the Andersons and their husbands, boyfriends, and significant others to be included in my life from now on. I guess I 'm asking to be part of your family!"

"Oh! That's so touching. Of course you'll always be part of us. We all love you, and we're so proud to be your friends. I hope you realize that this means that Charlie will be like a brother to Kate, Lisa, and me. We sisters are pretty nice to our brothers, as you can see by the way Kate's treating Steve. We're sisters now, Jordan!" 

The group finally remembered the screenplay that was supposed to be awaiting them. Before Gwen could look at hers, the phone rang and she answered it.

"Hi, Lisa! We haven't heard from you lately. Mom says you're really busy with the modeling. She said you did a cover for 'Shape' magazine and it'll be out in July. I can't wait to see it."

"Never mind me, Gwen! I finally had the chance to watch your special this afternoon. My roommate taped it. It was great, but that was some interview! You and Steve have finally made love! I'm so happy for you, Sis. You've got the best guy in the world, so take care of him."

"I know it, Lisa. I also have the best sisters, including Jordan, and parents. We're just getting ready to look over the screenplay for the movie we'll be making soon. I wish you were here with us, but you're a top model now. How's everything with Jason?" 

"We talk all the time. He's asked me to his graduation. I think it's getting pretty serious, considering we hardly ever get to see each other. Be warned. When Steve goes into the Naval Academy, he won't have a lot of spare time for you. They keep them pretty busy. I'm so proud of Jason! He's an officer, and a gentleman, and he seems to love me. I think he's a keeper."

"I bet he's real proud of you, too! His girlfriend is a beautiful model that appears on magazine covers. She's also a year away from getting her degree in accounting, so she's pretty smart. We're all proud of you!"

"Thanks, Sis. I wanted to congratulate you and Steve for the great show and for consummating your love in Paris! That is just so wonderful. I hope Jason and I make some special memories someday, and soon! I have to go catch up on my studies. Tell everyone I said 'hi' and tell your lover-boy that I love him!"

"That was Lisa. She's doing great and said to tell everyone 'hi', and to tell you, Big Boy, that she loves you. I have three sisters now and they all love my boyfriend! Maybe we'll be able to go on Dr. Phil, or Maury," joked Gwen.

"I've skimmed over this movie plot and it looks pretty good, except for the surprise ending, which really should be no surprise," stated Jordan enigmatically. "The really good news is we each have a hot love scene with Steve! To think they actually pay for this sort of work!"

"Now I've got to read that screenplay!" exclaimed Gwen. "Poor Steve! He suffers so much for his craft. I can't wait to read the not so surprising, surprise ending!"

Steve's cell rang before he could respond to Jordan's and Gwen's comments. "Hey, Amber! What's up? Really? June 13th? I guess we can, but we'll have to talk to Clyde, and to Charlie. We have a lot on our plate, but we owe most of it to you. Gwen's right here. I'll give the phone to her," finished Steve as he handed his cell phone to Gwen, who walked into the next room as she listened.

A couple minutes later, Gwen came back into the kitchen. "Amber's wedding has been moved up to June 13. Brad is being deployed to Afghanistan and she wants to get married before he leaves. Otherwise, they'd have to wait until next year. 

"She wants us to play at her wedding! That's a huge compliment. They're wealthy and her dad's the governor, so they could get almost anyone they wanted. Like Steve told her, we have to talk to Clyde and Charlie to be sure it'll fit into our schedule. We should be in the middle of the movie about then. Steve has Induction Day in late June. 

The really cool thing is that Amber has asked that Lisa and I be in the wedding party! The governor's daughter wants us in her wedding party! That'll sure keep me busy since we're supplying the music, too."

"That gives me an excuse to call Charlie!" stated Jordan happily as she dug her phone out of her pocketbook. "We have to meet at the capital Saturday to practice and record for the movie sound track. Then our prom is the following weekend and now we have the daughter of the governor wanting our little garage band for her wedding! It's very cool, but remember, you just had a hit TV show and gave a super benefit concert. 

"It was a no-brainer for Amber to ask us. You guys are her friends and you're on the top of the music world right now. This is a win-win situation for all of us. We'll give her the best wedding a girl could ever have and she'll give us even more good publicity and a chance to meet a lot of connected people. Rich people and politicians can open a lot of doors!"

The girls left the kitchen to get changed, so Steve dug the milk out of the refrigerator and several chocolate chip cookies out of the cookie jar and took a seat. Paula watched him with a smile. Suddenly, she walked over took a seat close to Steve.

"Steve, I can't begin to explain my feelings for you. I never would've believed I could feel this way about my daughter's boyfriend, especially knowing that you're having sex with her. I just feel like I have to try to express myself.

"When you came into Gwen's life, the lives of all of us, everything began getting better. We were doing okay before, but look at how things are now. You saved me from being raped without even breaking a sweat, or a fingernail. You saved those kids in the river and then everyone in the school. You saved Lisa from that last terrorist. Then you saved her from her own feelings of guilt. 

"You just spent some time helping Kate. Stephanie has blossomed since you began interacting with her. Ted thinks the world of you. I find that I'm conflicted. Looking at you makes me want to smile, and cry at the same time. I cry for my lost youth and that I'll never have what Gwen has. I smile that Gwen is so happy and doing so well. I smile at Jordan's total turn-around, and all the things that you kids have accomplished. I don't know how thank you enough, or even how to thank you at all."

"Paula, you've taken me into your family. You've made me feel that I'm a part of it. You've accepted that I am totally in love with Gwen and allow us to make love. You've been so good to me that I know I will never do anything to hurt this family. I've come to love and respect you all. You've given me far more than I've given to you. I'm in your debt."

"You're an amazing young man," replied Paula as she leaned over and kissed Steve on the cheek.

"So you approve of my boyfriend, Mom?" grinned Gwen from the doorway. "You kept telling me to be patient and the right guy would come along. You never dreamed he'd be such a hunk, did you? I know I didn't. The fact that he sings, dances, saves ladies in distress and puts the toilet seat down makes him a real find, don't you think?"

"Approve of Steve?" repeated Paula softly. "It worries me how much I approve of him. I'm so proud of you two, and so happy for you that it's scary." 

By midmorning Saturday, Gwen, Jordan, and Steve found themselves at a recording studio not far from Lisa's school. Charlie and his band mates were already there setting up when the group arrived. Clyde Davis came in a short time later with several men.

"These are my technicians. They work all of these knobs and dials so that you kids will sound as good as you possibly can. They're the same guys that worked on Jordan and Steve's big hit, so you know that they're good. Let's get this started. I want to wrap up a few songs today if possible. We don't have the luxury of spending weeks in the studio. We have to start filming in a few weeks," pointed out Clyde.

Gwen had performed 'I Can't Live (If Living is Without You)' at the concert and had been disappointed with the somewhat tepid fan reaction. It was a song she was scheduled to sing in the movie and she was determined to do it better. To that end she had practiced it to herself when she was alone all week. She also worked on ramping up her intensity. As fate would have it, Clyde decided to record that song first. Gwen delivered it as well as she thought she could, but Clyde insisted they try again.

When Gwen finished the song the second time, she took a deep breath and looked at Clyde standing in the control room. He voiced his obvious approval. "That was fantastic! It was even better than the version Mariah did! I started with that one because I felt it was the weakest song in the concert you kids gave last week. You really ramped it up since that night!"

Steve and Jordan were amazed at Gwen's performance and fed off it when they were called upon to record. By late afternoon, Clyde was delighted with the day's results.

"That's it for this week, kids. We did a lot better than I thought we would. I think we have at least four or five songs that we can use. If we do this well a couple more times, we'll be all set. Next week is your prom, so have a great time. We'll be back here in two weeks. We start filming the movie the Monday after your graduate. We'll probably have to work 24/7 to finish Steve's scenes before he leaves for the Naval Academy.

"The governor's daughter's wedding is a go for you kids. That's the kind of publicity we want. Your TV shows will all be aired well before the movie comes out, probably several times. Add a high profile wedding and any publicity Steve gets playing football, and we have a formula for a lot of public interest. You kids are doing great and the hospital fund is the beneficiary." 

It was a tired, but contented trio that traveled back to Sparta that evening. The next day was Sunday and Steve was at the Anderson's house well before dinner. Having Sunday dinner with the Andersons was a tradition he thoroughly enjoyed.

Steve was playing pool with Jordan and Gwen when they heard the doorbell ring. He saw Kate hurry down the stairs to answer the door. Soon he heard Kate introducing her beau to her parents in the living room. Then she brought him into the game room.

"I want you to meet my sister, her boyfriend, and a very good family friend," began Kate as she led a tall slim boy into the room. "This is my sister, Gwen..." was as much as Kate managed.

"Gwen Anderson is your sister? Jordan Quick is here? Steve Hammer! I didn't know you were an Anderson. I knew you introduced me to your parents as Paula and Ted Anderson, but I never dreamed you were 'The Andersons'. I'm so happy to meet you all!" gushed the boy.

"Okay, I guess he's impressed. This is Mike Hendricks, everybody. I think he's one of your fans," understated Kate as she watched her date try to regain his composure.

Gwen wrapped her arms around him and hugged away any composure he may have managed to regain. He was flushed before Jordan succeeded in getting him into her embrace. By the time she released him, Mike was sweating and beet red.

"These girls will do that to a guy," laughed Steve as he shook the boy's hand. "You'll get used to it. They love to keep us off guard and confused, and it's great."

By the time Paula called the group to dinner, Mike was chatting with everyone comfortably. Kate watched as her sister, Jordan, and Steve were all especially considerate to Mike and she loved them for it. As dessert was being served that Ted decided to give Mike 'The Talk'.

"Mike, when Steve first came to our door for a date with Gwen, I took the time to explain what I expected from any young man that would date a daughter of mine. It worked out very well for all of us that time. I think it's well worth repeating to you.

"You'll always treat Kate with respect. You will not use alcohol, tobacco, or drugs, or be under the influence of them when you are with her. There is no room for error on that. You will drive at a reasonable speed and obey all traffic laws when she rides with you. You will abide by any deadlines or curfews Paula and I may impose."

"Mr. Anderson, my parents would expect no less from me. Before I left home this afternoon, my father gave me almost the exact same talk. I have two older sisters and he always told their boyfriends pretty much the same thing you're telling me. It seems like Steve's been able to survive quite well while obeying your rules. I'll abide by them gladly. I can't tell you how honored I am that Kate agreed to go to the prom with me."

"That was the right response!" chuckled Steve as Ted and Mike shook hands. "What's wrong, Jordan?"

"I'm just all emotional that Ted took the time and effort to be sure that Mike knew how he expected his daughter to be treated. This may be common in the Anderson house, as well as some other homes, but it wasn't in mine. I just wish it had been. Now Kate can enjoy being with Mike and know that he'll be a gentleman with her. That was a great 'talking to' that you just gave Mike!" blubbered Jordan. 

"Dad's perfected it some since he gave Steve 'The Talk' last fall," laughed Kate. "Of course it involved a bet on a football game, a beautiful brainiac nerd, a football hero, and a room full of people, so it was bound to be more dramatic."

After dinner, Mike stayed for a couple hours. He played pool and chatted with Kate and the others. By the time he left, he seemed totally at ease with Gwen and Jordan. When Kate returned from walking him to his car, she looked at Steve and simply asked, "So?"

"He's a good guy!" declared Steve. "I asked him about a lot of different things and I liked his answers. He's doing very well in school. He runs distances in track and cross country. He has two sisters and lives with his parents in a strong family setting. He's polite. He's not a mamma's boy and he seems to think you're the best thing since toilet paper."

Kate jumped into Steve's arms with a big smile. "I'm so glad you liked him! I knew you were being really nice to him, yet asking a lot of questions. If there was anything wrong, you'd figure it out and let me know. Jordan and Sis, you guys were great. He seemed to relax and have a good time. Thanks so much. I want my first real date to be fun. I think it will be, especially with my two sisters and Steve providing the music. Did I mention that Mike was very impressed with my beautiful sisters?"

"Are you calling me your sister?" squealed Jordan. "Thanks, Kate! From now on, we are sisters!"

The week leading up to the prom was extremely busy. The warehouse was readied for the prom. Charlie arrived a few days early to oversee the placing and construction of the small stage, as well as to spend time with Jordan. Friday was like a holiday in school. Kids were excited about the impending prom and the faculty was almost as bad.

Jordan, Gwen and Steve worked on learning their lines for the film in their spare time. It was announced on Thursday that Gwen was graduating valedictorian of the class, with Charlotte finishing second for salutatorian.

The evening of the prom, Gwen and Jordan dressed quickly and then retreated to Kate's room where they spent over an hour helping her prepare. Paula and her mother, Caroline, assissted when they could.

"Lisa loaned me her dress and did my makeup and hair for my first date with Steve and I loved her for it. I want to do the same for you, Kate. So does Jordan. This is a special night for you!"

"I meant to ask you this sooner, but you were so busy I never had the chance. I know it's your prom and all, but Mom and Dad said that Mike had to have me home by midnight, unless we're with you and Steve. If we are, we can stay out as late as you guys. Do you think that it would be okay, at least for awhile?"

"Plan on watching the sun come up, Little Sister!" exclaimed Gwen. "I was wondering when you'd ask. Mom told Steve and me about her idea last Tuesday. She wanted to know if we'd be alright with it. Steve couldn't agree to it fast enough. He really does think of you as his little sister and wants you to be close so he can keep any harm from coming to you. Mom and Dad gave us a huge compliment with their trust in us. As soon as you see Mike, have him call his parents and ask if he can stay out all night with us. We'll have the daybed set up for him to sleep on tomorrow morning.

"There's another surprise. Aunt Diane agreed to allow Stephanie to be out all night with us, under the same conditions. She and Tyler have to stay close to Steve and me. Both of you had better listen to us. If we think you're doing something unsafe or damaging to your reputation, we'll insist it end immediately. We expect you both to behave just like you would if Mom and Dad were there. Is that agreed?"

"You bet! This will be so cool! I get to be out all night on a date and hanging with the amazing Jordan Quick, Gwen Anderson, and Steve Hammer. Mike will be so impressed. I bet he'll be telling all his friends about it for a long time to come."

Tyler arrived at the Andersons' home with Stephanie a couple minutes before Mike rang the doorbell. Then Steve and Charlie walked in before Mike and Tyler had a chance to sit down. A little later, everyone gasped as Gwen descended the stairs wearing a short red dress that revealed a fair amount of cleavage. Then Jordan waltzed down the stairs in a short black dress that displayed her assets perfectly. 

"Please direct your attention to the stairway as I present Ms. Kate Anderson!" beamed Gwen as Kate came into view, causing numerous oohs and aahs.

"Mike isn't going to say it, so I will. Kate. You're drop dead gorgeous! Look around this room," urged Steve. "Jordan is incredible. Steph is beautiful. Gwen is a goddess, and Kate's out of this world. Let's get some pictures of these girls!" 




Lady in Red Ch. 25



Paula had a huge buffet prepared and the kids dove into as soon as everyone had enough photos. Diane and Will dropped in and took even more pictures. Everyone agreed that the evening had gotten off to a great start. 

The dance was scheduled to start at eight PM. By seven-thirty, the parking lot was almost filled and Charlotte's estimate of over two thousand attendees was looking quite accurate. 

Gwen, Jordan, Charlie, and Steve joined the rest of the band on stage fifteen minutes early to warm up. The principal took the stage to lay down the rules for the evening. It was a school sanctioned event so students, and everyone else attending would be ejected for drinking or smoking. 

"Essentially, the same rules apply here that apply in school," warned the principal. "With the exception that tonight the Spartan Nation celebrates its senior prom, as well as it's survival of the terrorist attack a couple months back. We want everyone to have a good time, stay safe, and enjoy the music.

"Right now, I ask everyone to bow their heads for a minute of silence in loving memory of our three students that died that terrible day."

After the minute of silence, the principal left the stage and Gwen asked everyone to stand. Once again, she and Jordan sang the national anthem a cappella. The crowd was roaring it's approval when the band began with it's opening 'We Will Rock You'. This time, however, they did not immediately launch into 'We Are the Champions'. 

"I want the players, coaches, assistants, statisticians, water boys, and cheerleaders to come front and center for this next song," urged Gwen. This one is for you. You are the champions!"

The band immediately began 'We Are the Champions' as everyone asked by Gwen made their way to the front. The crowd loved it as their first and only state champions were honored. 

Charlie had used some of the bands' TV money to purchase wireless microphones, so Jordan, Gwen and Steve were able to sing while on the dance floor. After seeing how popular it was at the first prom they played at, the trio spent a lot of time dancing and singing with their classmates and friends. Jordan even managed quite a few dances with Charlie. 

After the first break, the prom king and queen were named. Once again the principal climbed on stage to reveal the results of the voting. A roar went through the crowd when it was announced that Billy and Charlotte were chosen. A stunned Charlotte and a blushing Billy went up on the stage to be crowned. They took to the dance floor to lead the crowd in the next dance. For the occasion, Steve sang 'Can't Help Falling in Love' as he took Gwen in his arms to join the crowd on the dance floor. It was one of those moments that the parents that attended would talk about for years to come. Gwen sang backup as they danced. Tears flowed freely.

Gwen and Jordan delighted the crowd by singing 'Dancing Queen' to perfection. Steve played the piano and sang background while the girls were front and center doing their best Abba impersonation. The song was so popular the group would be talked into performing it twice more before the evening was over.

Paula and Ted beamed with pride as they watched Gwen, Jordan, and Steve perform and Kate and Stephanie dance. Like all good chaperones, they even found themselves on the dance floor quite often. Steve grabbed Kate and sang 'Slow Dancing' by Johnnie Rivers as they danced. Kate clung to Steve while displaying a huge smile.

A short while later, Steve led Stephanie to the center of the floor and sang 'Here, There, and Everywhere' as they danced. Like Kate, Stephanie melted against Steve and smiled brilliantly as she moved with him. 

It was after eleven when Steve made an announcement after a break, "The administration and the school board have agreed to let this party last another hour, at least. Be sure to thank them, as well as Community Bank for the use of this great building tonight!"

Gwen and Steve didn't realize it at the time, but that evening would set the framework for big events in Sparta for many years to come. It would become tradition that when the Spartan Nation had a special event and Gwen and Steve were available, the event would be memorable. 

It was just after one AM when the music finally ended to a huge round of applause. Once they had the equipment packed away, Gwen, Jordan, Steve, and Charlie headed for Marsh's Landing to join Kate, Stephanie, Mike, Tyler and dozens of others for a late night meal.

Charlotte was still wearing her crown when the group entered the restaurant. "This is the coolest thing that's ever happened to me. I don't know who counted the votes, but I have to thank them. I heard that I had nearly a crap load. I think Jordan and Gwen split the 'Babe' vote and all the nerds voted for me, so I squeaked in."

The group enjoyed an early leisurely breakfast and then headed for Summit Lake. It was a long standing tradition that the morning after the senior prom, the prom goers would change clothes, gather at the public beach area, light a bonfire, and watch the sun rise over the lake. Kids would take walks with their dates around some of the darker paths while waiting for the sun to make its appearance.

Kate approached Steve half an hour before sunrise. "We're thinking that we'll ride with Sara's date over to the arcade in Benton. He has that cool van with enough room for Tyler and Stephanie and Mike and me. We can meet you here in a couple hours, or back at home."

As Steve listened to Kate express her plans, he turned his gaze to the boy standing with Kate's friend, Sara. He studied him for a few seconds and then turned his attention to Tyler, Stephanie, and Mike, who were standing behind Kate while she explained their intentions.

Steve looked at Tyler and simply shook his head slightly. Tyler immediately understood and led Stephanie back toward the lake. Steve turned his attention to Mike and soon determined that he had also picked up on Steve's decision. Mike simply nodded back.

"Kate, you're not going anywhere with Sara and her date. You guys rode here in with us and you'll ride home with us. I promised your folks that I'd keep you safe and I intend to do just that."

"Are you kidding?" asked a stunned Kate. "You're not going to let us go with them? We just want to ride over to the arcade and see what's going on. It's no big deal. We'll be real careful."

"You're not going, Kate," stated Steve calmly. "The others have accepted it. Let's just hang here and watch the sun come up. We're having a great night. Let's keep it that way."

"Who do you think you are? You're not my father. We don't have to listen to you!"

"Actually, you do," replied Steve evenly. "I promised your folks that no harm would come to you, and that we'd be responsible for your safety. Don't make a big deal out of it. You're out on a date with a great guy. Just enjoy it."

"I never knew what a pompous ass you are! This power is going to your head. You're just doing this just to prove that you can tell me what to do," suggested Kate.

"Kate, you're way out of line," cautioned Gwen. "Steve has his reasons and you should know by now that he's usually right. We promised Mom and Dad, and we're keeping that promise. You're creating a scene."

"God forbid that the great Gwen Anderson and Steve Hammer should be part of an embarrassing scene! Tell you what. I'll put an end to the scene. I'm leaving with Sara and her date!"

Sara and her boyfriend were watching the confrontation. When they made eye contact with Steve, they saw him shake his head. While Sara's boyfriend was from a different school, he had seen and heard enough about Steve Hammer to know that he wasn't going to dispute Steve's decision. 

When she turned to her friends, Kate quickly realized that they were not willing to go against Steve's will. They both looked down and avoided her gaze. That reaction only served to anger Kate further.

She turned back to face Steve as she swung her hand around hard. The loud crack of her palm connecting with Steve's cheek was heard by everyone that had been watching the scene unfold.

"I hate you!" spat Kate, as Steve rubbed his cheek with one hand and restrained Gwen with the other. 



Lady in Red Ch. 26



"Kate!" exclaimed a shocked Gwen as she tried to take a step toward her sister. Steve suddenly grabbed Gwen's elbows and pulled her to his chest. Then he kissed her for a very long time.

"I'm still going to..." insisted Gwen before Steve once again pressed his lips to hers. 

"Okay, I get the hint," whispered Gwen. "I won't say anything to Kate now. At least not if you keep kissing me like that. I'm still pretty pissed at her. I'll give her a piece of my mind when we get home."

Then Gwen proceeded to wrap her arms around Steve's neck and kiss him back. Kate looked on in embarrassment as her anger ebbed. What had she just done? It was now painfully obvious that she had made a serious mistake assuming that Steve would allow her anything, and everything she asked. She had been certain that Steve loved her, yet he had refused a simple request, and it made her look foolish to her date, and her friends. Now she had to go face Tyler, Stephanie, and Mike, as well as a couple dozen others that had witnessed her meltdown.

"Come on, Kate," offered Mike as he took Kate's hand and led her away. "Let's go for a walk and watch the sun come up. This has been a great night."

"Don't be hard on her, Gwen." cautioned Steve as he watched Mike lead Kate away. "I don't want her embarrassed any more than she already is. She just wanted something from me I couldn't allow. I'd give my life for her if I had to, but I won't let her be hurt needlessly. And I promised you folks. Your dad would be very disappointed in me if I let her ride off with that kid. He trusts us and we have to uphold that trust."

"I'm constantly surprised, and pleasantly so, at what high esteem you hold Dad," admitted Gwen as she clung to Steve. "I always heard that boyfriends and fathers didn't mix. But you really do like my father, don't you?"

"I do like him, but more importantly, I respect him. He's earned my respect by raising a wonderful family. He's proven his selflessness and concern for his wife and kids many times since I've known him. I'd much rather have Kate be upset with me than disappoint your father."

"Your dad must have been pretty special, too. You're so mature and sensible for a guy your age. I bet he had a lot to do with that. I think you'll make a pretty good father yourself."

"I sure hope so! I want my kids to be just like their mother," confessed Steve.

"Oh, really? Do you have anyone special in mind for that position?" teased Gwen.

"Either you'll have my kids, or I'll never have any," stated Steve with surprising candor. "You're my life. I'll always love you, and God willing, I'll marry you some day."

"Oh, Steve! I love you so much! When you're ready to ask, my answer will be 'yes'. Never doubt that!" promised Gwen as she pulled Steve's lips to hers.

Mike had guided Kate to a section of beach away from the others. "Let's sit here for awhile. The sunrise is only a few minutes away and it'll be special to watch it with you."

"Mike, I just made a complete ass of myself!" sobbed Kate. "I was sure Steve would let us go with Sara and her boyfriend. I bragged to Stephanie and Tyler that I could get Steve to do anything for me. The short ride over to the arcade shouldn't have been such a big deal." 

"Kate, he promised your folks that he'd be responsible for you and Stephanie. I was too much of a wimp to admit that I didn't especially care to ride anywhere with that kid. Rather than be the bad guy, I was going to ride along and hope for the best. I feel like I let both you and Steve down by not saying anything. Being with you meant more to me than keeping you safe. I was afraid to go against your wishes on our first date.

"Steve did what he had to do. If you stop and think about it, he had no choice. If he let us ride off with that kid and something happened, your parents would have blamed him. When he accepted responsibility for you and Stephanie, he took it to heart. I admire him. He does what he feels is right and accepts the consequences."

"You were concerned about riding with Sara's date? And you didn't tell me because you were worried I'd react like a spoiled brat? Just like I did with Steve? Is it so obvious? Everyone must know what a self centered bitch I am."

"You're a wonderful girl!" protested Mike. "You just didn't think the whole thing through. You're having a great night with the coolest people in the world and you simply got a little carried away. 

"I can't believe that I not only got to see your sister, plus Jordan and Steve sing, but I hung around with them before and after the performance. My sisters insisted I get lots of pictures and tell them everything I can about those three. It's the first time I ever managed to make my sisters jealous of me. 

"Jordan, Gwen, and Steve are even nicer in real life than they are on TV, and those two girls are absolutely beautiful! The best part was that I was with the most gorgeous girl in the place."

"Do you mean Gwen? Or do you think I'm beautiful? I bet you also think I'm dumber than a box of rocks. The more I consider how stupid I acted, the more embarrassed I get. Steve'll never talk to me again. Gwen'll hate me for hitting Steve. Mom and Dad will be angry, and everyone else just thinks I'm a silly, spoiled little brat."

"I know a few things about sisters," laughed Mike. "Gwen might be upset, but she'll get over it pretty quick. She's extremely fond of you. Did you see how Steve stopped her from saying anything to you? He wanted her to cool down first. As for Steve, you said he's like a really close big brother. Big brothers protect their sisters. They may argue with their sisters, but they never stop loving them no matter how much they fight. He just couldn't let us ride with that kid. He really had no choice. Did you see him kiss Gwen? He loves her! He'll do anything possible for you, except take the chance of letting you get hurt."

"You remind me of Steve that way," realized Kate. "You think these things through and you try to determine the right course of action. Dad does that, too. Thanks for not dropping me like a bad habit after the spectacle I put on earlier."

"This has been the best date I've ever been on. You're the prettiest girl, I've ever been out with, and you've got the coolest family I've ever seen."

"Maybe you'd like the sweetest kiss you'll ever have," smiled Kate as she leaned in and gently kissed Mike.

Kate was quiet on the ride home, but no one seemed to notice. Tyler and Stephanie were recalling every experience of the evening. Mike frequently joined in. Steve and Gwen added observations about the prom as well.

Paula greeted the tired but happy group as they came through the door. "I have doughnuts, pastries, bagels, juice, coffee, soda, and water for everyone, if you aren't too tired. Mike and Tyler will be sleeping in the game room on the day bed and air mattress. Stephanie will use Lisa's room. Jordan called and said she's with Charlie and not to worry about her."

The kids quickly descended on the food and drink Paula had provided. Only Kate passed up the opportunity and went straight to her room. Paula noticed it immediately and gave Gwen a questioning look. Gwen simply nodded and silently mouthed the word 'later' to Paula.

As soon as they finished eating, the kids headed for their respective beds. Gwen had no qualms about leading Steve into her bedroom and closing the door behind her.

"Get those clothes off and make love to me!" insisted Gwen as she pulled her top over her head and unhooked her bra. "I've been thinking about how sexy you looked all night."

Steve quickly stripped and jumped into bed, just seconds ahead of Gwen. Gwen slid into bed and continued moving until she was on top of Steve. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Paula stepped into the room.

"You two certainly didn't waste any time," observed Paula as she walked over to stand near Gwen. "I know I should've waited a while, but I need to know what's going on with Kate. Did she have a problem? Is she ill, or did Mike do something to upset her?"

Steve and Gwen tried to disentangle without being too obvious. "Mom, you have to get Dad to put a lock on that door! This is embarrassing for me. I can't imagine how Steve feels."

"Actually, Gwen, you must have a very good idea of how he feels. I saw where you hand was," grinned Paula. "I admit I'm being a bit rude, but I worry about Kate. Did she have a problem?"

"A lot of mothers would ask the daughter with the problem if she had a problem, not the daughter with the testosterone laden hunk of man lying with her in her bed. As you apparently saw, Steve and I are not having a problem. 

"Kate went a little squirrely and slapped Steve because he refused to allow her, Stephanie, Tyler, and Mike to ride with some strange kid to the arcade. She asked and Steve told her he wouldn't allow it. She argued and became seriously angry at Steve. She slapped his face in front of a bunch of kids. I was going to let her have it good, but Steve stopped me, and I'm glad he did. He has a great way of making me lose my focus."

"How bad was it? How upset are you both with Kate? Do you think that she realizes her mistake? I hate to think that she and Steve are going to have a problem now," bemoaned Paula. 

"There's no problem between Kate and me, at least as far as I'm concerned," assured Steve. "Kate's young and she was excited. She didn't consider all the ramifications of her actions. I just hope she'll forgive me. I never thought she'd slap me like that, but I'll take a hundred slaps rather than have her get harmed, especially on my watch. She was really hot for a minute or two."

"I'm annoyed that she understood the rules and then became so upset when Steve enforced them. I really expected more from her, but if Steve can forgive her so easily, I can, too," replied Gwen. "She was so beautiful tonight and I was so proud of her. Mike was on cloud nine with her on his arm. One stupid mistake won't change how much we love her, Mom."

Paula had been looking from Gwen to Steve as she spoke with them. It was obvious that they were both naked under the sheets. When she entered the room, Gwen had pulled the bedding to her throat, leaving Steve to pull what little bedding was left over his lower torso. Now he lay next to Gwen with his chest and abdomen exposed. Paula couldn't help but admire his sculpted body as she listened to the two explain the situation with Kate.

"It was only last fall when I first saw Steve talking to you at the mall, Gwen. It seems like ages ago. If someone had told me then that I'd be talking to the two of you while you're naked in bed, and waiting for me to leave so you can make love, I would've called them crazy. I hope you understand what confidence and appreciation Ted and I have for the incredible things you both have accomplished. That you're allowed to sleep together is all the proof you could ever want," stated Paula. "You've been a tremendous source of pride for Ted and me. Thanks for taking Stephanie and Kate with you and for keeping your word to us about watching over them. A lot of big sisters and their dates wouldn't have agreed to anything like that on their prom night."

"Paula, a lot of mothers wouldn't be having this conversation with their daughter and her boyfriend while they're naked in bed. You've been so understanding and supportive of us that we can't refuse you anything. You're a big part of any success we've enjoyed. Thanks for being who you are."

"I'd expect a boy sleeping with my daughter to try to get on my good side, but I know you're sincere. I'd tell you to have a good time, but that would be so unnecessary, I won't bother. Try to get some sleep and please keep the screaming to a minimum, Gwen. We have a lot of company," cautioned Paula as she turned and headed for the door. "I tried Kate's door, but it was locked, so I decided to ask you two for an explanation."

"You stayed hard while you were talking to my mother?" asked Gwen rhetorically as she climbed back onto Steve and slid his erection slowly inside her body.

Half an hour later, Steve was still awake. Gwen was lying with her head on his shoulder, while his arm was curled under her neck with her left breast cupped in his hand. He listened to the soft sounds of Gwen's breathing as he considered the situation with Kate. He had tried to make light of it to Paula, but he was concerned about Kate. Would she hold a grudge? Had their rapport been ruined by his unyielding attitude?

Steve felt the bed shift as weight settled on his side. He turned his head to see a teary eyed Kate looking down at him. Her eyes briefly traveled to his hand clutching Gwen's breast. He considered removing his arm from around Gwen, but felt certain it would awaken her. She had the covers wedged between them so that Steve couldn't pull them up to better cover their torsos. He decided to remain as he was. He waited for Kate to state her purpose for invading his sleep.

"Gwen really loves you," sobbed Kate as she once again gazed at Steve's hand clutching Gwen's breast. "I know you must hate me, but I have to apologize to you. I was wrong, Steve. I thought I could get you to do anything for me. I was trying to prove that point. I really didn't care that much about the arcade. It was all about me showing everyone how Steve Hammer would bend to my will. It was childish and foolish.

"I know I've ruined everything and it really hurts. You're the best boy I've ever known and Gwen is the luckiest girl on the planet. I know you won't want to be like a brother to me anymore, but can we at least have a truce?"

"I don't think I can go along with any kind of truce. Not with you, Kate. I can't forget everything that easily," replied Steve carefully.

"I deserve that. I'm so sorry that I slapped you. I was mad and you were so unwilling to consider my request that I just blew up. I was wrong. It was all me. I couldn't sleep so I came down to tell you that I don't blame you for anything. I acted like a spoiled brat and you acted like a responsible adult. I won't bother you anymore."

"Kate, didn't we agree that you were like a very close sister to me? Did I misunderstand our relationship?"

"That's what I kept saying, but it wasn't how I acted. What kind of sister would hit her brother like that?" asked Kate.

"Maybe a sister that was headstrong, stubborn, overtired, and excited about being on her first date with a nice boy? A sister that knew no matter what she did, her big brother would always love her? Maybe a little sister that thought that love could be a weakness? Maybe a beautiful girl that I want to hug until she forgives me for being so stubborn." 

"Forgive you? For keeping your word? For not embarrassing me even further after I stupidly slapped your face? You didn't do anything wrong."

"That kid made me uncomfortable. I saw him go back to his van a couple times when he thought no one was watching. His eyes seemed to be slightly glazed. To be honest, I wouldn't have let you ride with a strange kid even if he acted fine. But I never would have let you ride with that guy no matter how much you insisted that I do."

"Why didn't you tell me your reasons? I wouldn't have been so upset if I had known you thought he was up to something," reasoned Kate. "Mike told me almost the same thing, but he said that he didn't dare go against me."

"I had no proof. I wasn't going to throw out allegations I couldn't prove. Besides, you were in my care and I didn't need a reason. I'm sure your father has told you 'no' many times without explaining why. You need to learn to trust me, Kate. I wouldn't do something just to embarrass or hurt you. I care for you way too much to cause you any unnecessary pain."

"I should have known that. Deep down, I think I did. It was my stupid pride. I wanted to impress everyone that the great Steve Hammer was putty in my hands. That sure didn't go like I expected. I'm so sorry."

Steve moved his free arm around Kate's shoulders and pulled her down to his chest. "We can disagree. We can fight. We can even say and do hurtful things. But we'll never stop loving each other. Kate, I couldn't sleep just now because I was thinking how I may have lost your trust and love. I don't know what I'd do if you didn't want to be my sister any longer."

Kate sobbed as she hugged Steve and kissed his face. "You're the best guy I've ever known! I do love you. That was especially clear to me when I was afraid that I'd lost your friendship. I promise that I'll never act like such a stupid bitch again, if you'll forgive me this time."

"You'll have to apologize to Gwen, Mike, and your parents. Don't worry about me. I can't stay mad. When I look at you I feel all soft and fuzzy. Just promise me that you'll apologize to Gwen and your folks later today and we'll be square."

"I'll do that. Dad will punish me, but that's okay. It'll give me time to think about how I behaved and make sure I never act that way again. But Steve, you may be fuzzy, but you sure don't feel soft. Maybe I should wake Gwen up so she can take care of that big problem?"

"Miss Anderson, it's time you returned to your bed and got some sleep. Let your sister and me decide which of our problems need attention, and when. I'll be listening to your apology to Gwen and your folks, so it had better be good."

"Thanks, Steve. Gwen's so lucky to have a guy like you. And I'm lucky to have a big brother that loves me so much and cares about me. You guys were really great last night, and I'm so proud of my sisters and brother. Good night, Steve. I'm glad that you forgave me. Now I'll be able to sleep," stated Kate as she left the room. 

"You're such a pushover," mumbled Gwen as she snuggled tighter to Steve, basking in his strength and security. "I've got to get a lock on that door."

Shortly after noon, Gwen and Steve were awakened by muted voices originating in the living room. "It sounds like everyone's getting up. I'd like to ride you cowgirl style, but the way things have been going, Stephanie, Kate, or Mom would walk in on us. Let's get showered and dressed. Then we'll see how Kate handles walking on hot coals for Mom and Dad," joked Gwen as she fondled Steve's cock briefly under the covers.

Just then there was a light knock on the door. Stephanie slipped inside and closed the door behind her. "How come you two started laughing when I came in? I just wanted to thank you for a great night. Tyler and I were fine with you not letting us ride to the arcade with Sara and her date. We totally understood. It was the best night ever, and because Mom and Dad trust you guys so much, I got to stay out all night with Tyler. Thanks! And Paula said to tell you it's time to get up and be a good hostess."

Tyler, Mike, and Stephanie, as well as Charlie and Jordan were chatting in the living room when Gwen and Steve joined them. A few minutes later, Paula came down the stairs with Kate following her. Paula stepped back and nodded to Kate.

"I want to apologize for my poor behavior last night, or this morning, to be technical. I was wrong and Steve was right. I hope you guys don't think too poorly of me for being so immature and willful. Gwen, I especially owe you an apology. You were nice enough to let me tag along and I screwed it up. I'm really sorry."

"Well, Sis, you did screw up, but it happens. I just hope you learned from it. I forgive you, but I'm going to make Dad put a lock on my door. It's hard to sleep when my sister is climbing all over my boyfriend."

"You were awake? I thought you slept through my whole apology to Steve. I wouldn't blame you if you did get a good lock. Having a guy like Steve sleeping in the house puts a lot of strain on us females.

"Just so everyone knows what we're talking about, I couldn't sleep after what I did to Steve, so I went down to Gwen's room and apologized to him while Gwen was sleeping, or so I thought. He explained his reasons for not allowing me to ride to the arcade, and then he explained that he didn't need any reasons. When I'm with him, I'd better listen since he has my best interests at heart, all the time. He told me that siblings could fight and still love each other. He's a really good guy. He forgave me.




Lady in Red Ch. 26



"Mike forgave me right after I gave him a big kiss this morning. He pretty much told me the same things Steve said to me. They both remind me of Dad, and now I know that's a good thing," explained Kate. "Mom and I had a talk and she's pretty much forgiven me, but I still have to face Dad when he gets back from golfing. 

"Jordan, Gwen, Steve, and Charlie were great last night. Everyone said it was the best prom the school has ever had. My little brain fart shouldn't overshadow the really great time we had."

"I owe an apology to Kate's parents," insisted Mike as Kate finished speaking. "I didn't feel we should ride anywhere with that kid, but I was too worried about making Kate angry to say anything. I wimped out, even after I promised that I'd take good care of her." 

"Okay, everybody's sorry. We'll deal with it," interrupted Jordan. "I've been dying to sing a song that Charlie and I have written. We finally have it cleaned up and ready for an audience. Charlie's going to play it on the piano while I sing it. I want honest opinions when I'm done. It's called 'Midnight Light' and it's the first song we've written together."

Charlie sat at the piano and began playing while Jordan stood next to him. When she finished singing, the room was silent and remained that way for almost thirty seconds.

"Jordan! That was beautiful! You'll have a huge hit with it. I can't believe how good that was," exclaimed Gwen. "I'm amazed at your talent."

Everyone else in the room immediately jumped into the conversation. Jordan and Charlie beamed as their song was declared a surefire hit.

"I'm glad that you liked it so much, Gwen. We wrote it for you. We're going to play it for Clyde and see if he'll use it in the movie. It's perfect for your character, and for your beautiful voice."

"You want me to sing it?" asked a stunned Gwen. "You just did such a wonderful job with it. It's your song and you should sing it."

"I'm trying to pay some of my debts. You and Steve have brought me back from the dead, career-wise and almost literally. Look how much you've done for me. There's no debate here. If Clyde likes it and agrees, you'll sing it in the movie. Besides, I have another new one for me," revealed Jordan with a big grin. "Charlie, let's do that one."

Once again Charlie began to play the piano as Jordan sang while standing next to him. The second tune had a faster beat and lyrics that were slightly more in the country and western vein. The results were the same.

"You guys have been hiding your talent from us," insisted Steve as Jordan finished. "That was really, really good. You're a great song writing team."

"I'd like to take credit for 'Half-Hearted' but that was actually written by Shelley Malloy. She gave me a CD Tuesday and asked me to listen to it. We cleaned up a few lyrics a little, but it's her song. Isn't it great?" asked Jordan to the group.

"Do you mean the Shelley Malloy that's in my History class?" wondered Tyler. "She wrote that? I knew she played some instruments, but I never knew she could write music. That was really good."

"This is the kind of stuff that'll drive my sisters crazy," chuckled Mike gleefully. "I'm sitting here listening to Jordan Quick sing two new songs before they're even recorded. I know they'll both be huge hits and I heard them before almost anyone else in the whole world!"

The group insisted that Jordan and Charlie do each of the songs a few more times. They enjoyed them more each time they heard them. They were still discussing the songs when the doorbell rang.

Paula went to answer it. She came back with Amber Stahl, who introduced a young man in his late twenties. "Hi, everyone. This is Dan Soden. He's a writer for 'Rolling Stone Magazine'. He flew in yesterday. He asked me to get him into the prom last night and to introduce him to you three. Dan's doing a story on Gwen and Steve with a fair amount of Jordan tossed in.

"Dan, this is Gwen Anderson, Steve Hammer, and Jordan Quick. That's Gwen's sister Kate and her cousin Stephanie. Kate would you introduce the two young men that I don't know?" requested Amber. 

"That's Tyler Smith. He's famous for 'the catch' that won the state football title. He was Stephanie's date last night. This poor guy is Mike Hendricks, from Middletown. He was my date last night. Are you really from Rolling Stone? If you are, you just missed two brand new hit songs being sung by my amazing sister, Jordan Quick."

"Jordan is your sister? That never showed up in my research," worried the writer. "How could I miss that?"

"Just like you missed that Stephanie and I are Steve's sisters. We're all family, Mr. Soden. It's not always by blood, but by choice, and sometimes that's better."

Steve, Jordan, and Gwen were more than willing to go into Ted's home office with Amber and Dan for an interview. They invited Charlie to attend and spent a couple hours answering questions from the reporters. 

"Why don't you two come with us tonight to Marsh's Landing?" invited Steve. "Mr. Marsh is throwing a party for a group of us while we watch the first show we recorded for CBC. The show's at nine, but the party starts at seven." 

Dan quickly took Steve up on his suggestion. "Thanks! I'm anxious to see the show and your reactions to watching yourselves perform," admitted Dan. "Amber, would you mind attending the party with me?" 

"If I must," relented Amber with a big smile. "Gwen and Steve have pretty much made my career and I'm not going to miss this opportunity. I can't wait."

When the interview was over, the group found Kate, Stephanie, Mike, and Tyler playing pool and drinking soda. "Mike asked his folks and they said he could go to the party with us," revealed Kate. "Dad came home and gave me a 'talking to'. I can go, but I'm going to be grounded for a couple weeks after tonight. That's pretty fair considering what a jerk I was."

"I just got a text from my father!" interrupted Tyler as he held up his phone. "Sara and that kid were in an accident this morning. They weren't hurt too bad, but the cops found liquor and some marijuana in the van. Sara's claiming she didn't know he had it with him, but her father is pretty mad."

Kate turned a deep shade of red and ran from the room in tears. "That's your cue, Mike," stated Steve. "Go talk to her and make her feel better. This is no big deal, but she'll think it is. Tell her she has to let you in the room or I'll come up there and break her door down."

Twenty minutes later Kate returned to the game room. Steve was preparing to shoot the cue ball when she took the pool stick from his hands and hugged him tightly. 

"Have I ever told you that you're my hero? Thanks for taking care of me, even when I gave you such a hard time. I won't ever question you again."

The party room at Marsh's Landing was filled with friends of Jordan, Gwen, and Steve. Billy's father supplied a buffet meal and soft drinks for everyone. The big screen TV's were all tuned to CBC. The dining area was filled with people wanting to watch the show while dining, as well as get the opportunity to chat with the stars. 

Gwen, Jordan, and Steve took time before the show to personally stop and speak to the customers in the dining area. They were repaying Billy's dad, as well as their fans, for their support.

They signed autographs, posed for pictures, and answered questions. Billy's parents beamed with pride that their restaurant was the unofficial headquarters for the most famous citizens of the Spartan Nation. One wall was now almost totally covered in photographs of events involving Steve, Gwen, Jordan. It had become something of a local tourist attraction. Billy and his dad were always looking for opportunities to add to the collection.

Everyone went quiet when the show began. Steve had never seen the final version and was surprised right from the start. He and Gwen started the show with a short comedy routine. They discussed various topics with Steve demonstrating an amazing lack of knowledge on every subject. Steve had to admit to himself that it was quite funny, even if he did come across as a total moron.

The program showcased Gwen and Steve dancing and singing. Then Jordan made her guest appearance. She looked beautiful and her singing was incredible. Then the sequence came up where Steve and Gwen sang 'Endless Love' followed by Steve and Jordan singing 'Just You and I', and finally with the two girls dueling in song with 'Does He Love You'. As the girls finished, the set went dark. The audience at Marsh's Landing applauded long and hard.

At the very end of the show, Steve and Gwen danced to 'The Lady in Red'. As the dance ended, Steve gave Gwen a gentle kiss and then the credits began to roll.

The three stars spent the next hour answering more questions about the program, signing more autographs and posing for even more pictures. Mike asked Paula to take one of him with Kate, Jordan, and Gwen to send to all his buddies. Then Kate took one of him with Steve to send to his sisters. 

The next week at school was an experience for the kids. They were treated like stars, but with less awe. Classmates were eager to talk with them and describe their favorite songs and moments of the prom, and the Sunday TV show.

"I was the prom queen, and gave up my virginity, so I'd say I had a pretty good night. Billy admitted that he asked Steve about that thing that makes you scream so loud, and he did it for me," confided Charlotte to Gwen before math class. "I need to thank Steve for that one. Then I repaid the favor to Billy. By the way, I heard you're quite the little cock sucker, yourself!"

Charlotte broke into a hearty laugh when Gwen grinned and arched her eyebrows a couple times. "That isn't entirely true, Charlotte. There's nothing small about Steve's equipment. I guess that makes me a big cock sucker."

"Would you have ever dreamed that we'd be having this conversation?" laughed Charlotte. "We started the year as two nerd virgins, and now we're both cock suckers! It's not something we can put on a resume, but it's true and I'm not denying it, or apologizing for it. Imagine what everyone would say if they knew the valedictorian and salutatorian were so decadent."

"It seems like everyone does know it about me," admitted Gwen. "I was caught off guard by some questions the girls asked in the locker room. So I told a few secrets out of school, even though I actually was in school at the time, if that makes any sense." 

"I heard about that. What you may not have heard, but probably suspect, is that every girl in the school is very jealous of you. It's Steve Hammer, for God's sake! What girl wouldn't blow him if she had the chance? It's also pretty obvious that none of the guys are disgusted with Steve for munching the Gwen Anderson carpet. Luckily, Billy seems to be a fast learner. He admires Steve and tries to emulate him. He certainly passed the oral test." 

"This is a pretty bad conversation for two former nerds to be having, isn't it? I guess we're okay as long as our parents don't hear the rumors," reasoned Gwen.

"That's another thing! My mom was so cool. I told her that Billy and I were going to spend the night at his parents' lake cabin. She smiled and then sat me down and gave me some motherly advice. I couldn't believe my own mother was telling me a few positions, ways to enjoy sex, and how to please a man!" 

"Your mom is the best," agreed Gwen. "My folks are great. They know that Steve and I have sex. Heck, I told the whole world on TV a couple weeks ago. I just hope that they don't hear these rumors about Steve and me enjoying oral sex so much. That would be embarrassing."

Wednesday evening, the senior class, along with Ms. Walker, was invited to a hospital guild dinner/dance. Most of the kids decided to skip the event. They felt it was for older people involved with the hospital. Steve, Gwen, Jordan and several of their friends did attend. Steve and Gwen sat with Jordan, Paula, Ted, Charlotte, Billy and Billy's parents.

Influential members of the community, as well as a large number of hospital staff were in attendance. Ms. Walker was asked to give a brief speech. She did a very good job of telling how the class came to the decision of raising money for the hospital. She also drew a very loud and long applause when she announced that the fund had topped the ten million dollar mark!

Gwen was taken by surprise when she was asked to speak, and as she walked to the dais, she gathered her thoughts. "I didn't plan on speaking and didn't prepare a statement. Let me say that I'm proud of our class, and of Ms. Walker for all we've accomplished. Jordan Quick has been a huge part of our success and I thank her from the bottom of my heart.

"Last year, we were just a school, like hundreds of other schools. Then Steve Hammer came to Sparta. Things started changing fast! He helped win football games and Sparta became the state champion. He dove into the frigid waters of Emerson River and saved those two adorable children. Then he fought and killed five armed suicide bombers and saved hundreds of lives while being badly wounded. He didn't stop there. His talent, courage, and character kept carrying him to greater heights and somehow, I was swept along with him. He's become the national symbol of what America can be, and how young men should conduct themselves. Personally, I believe that he's the reason we've done so well with this project.

"I rode to the hospital in the back of an ambulance with him, twice. The first time he had almost drowned saving those two children. The next time, he suffered two bullet wounds and actually had what should have been a killing shot deflected by a locket on his chest. He came very close to bleeding to death. A third time, I arrived just as he was unloaded from helicopter after enduring a severe beating, a bomb blast, and being stranded for several days in freezing weather. Each and every time, Dr. Laura Masters and the rest of the staff saved him for me, for all of us. You can rest assured that I have total confidence in this hospital and its amazing staff. After all, I keep bringing my boyfriend back!

"I'd also like to ask that when plans are drawn up, and decisions made about how to expand the hospital, every possible consideration be given to children, all children, regardless of social standing, insurance, or anything else. We'll be judged on how we treat our kids, as well we should be judged. Let's do our very best for them!"

Gwen received a thunderous applause as she finished her speech. After it began to die down, the toastmaster asked Steve to say a few words. He stood as Gwen approached the table, gave her a quick kiss and headed toward the microphone.

"Thanks a lot, Gwen! How am I supposed to follow that?" asked Steve as the audience chuckled. "Seriously, few people have as much reason as I do to support the hospital. Gwen has already pointed out that I've been treated a few times and have always received excellent care. The fact that I'm alive is a testament to that fact.

"I do dispute the suggestion that I made this fund drive a success. I came to Sparta alone and depressed. My parents had died and the only living relative I knew I had was kind enough to take me in. I thank Uncle Joe every chance I get for taking me under his roof. 

"Then I went to the local mall one day to look for some school clothes. I saw Gwen Anderson, and fell in love with her at first sight. I finally worked up the courage to speak to her.

"She gave me purpose for my life. At first, it was just trying to get her to go out with me at least one time. It wasn't easy! I had to make a wager that if our football team won, she would go to a dance with me. I wanted that win that game even more than the state championship. It meant so much more to me.

"I loved my parents and they were good ones, or at least I think they were. But I was an only child, born to parents I believed had no siblings. Gwen's family welcomed me into their home. I fell in love with her, and her family. I had the opportunity to watch a hard working, honest man do his best to raise his kids. I saw a mother love her daughters and guide them to become intelligent, beautiful, accomplished women. I saw the women in Ted's life tease, and even torment him at times, but always with love and respect. I saw a real American family and hope to have my own someday. The Anderson Family will be my guide on how I want my family to be raised. Ted Anderson will be my role model as a husband and father. I know of no greater honor.

"I'm pretty sure that Jordan Quick will have nearly the same story. She was a bit of a problem child when she arrived in Sparta to live with the Andersons. They could have easily denied her the opportunity out of fear that their daughters would absorb some of Jordan's less desirable traits. But they accepted her, loved her, and made her a family member. Now she's much more than a beautiful and talented performer. She's honest, sincere, generous, and kind. The Andersons and I have come to love her dearly. 

"I never told anyone this. When I dove into that river to look for those kids, I was thinking about Gwen. I feared that anything less than my very best effort for those children would cause her to think less of me. The morning I picked up the two handguns from the dead terrorist, I was unsure how to proceed. When I heard the shooting, all I could think about was Gwen in danger, possibly hurt, or even worse. That thought was all it took for me to enter that gym and engage those armed men. 

"In short, it seems like everything I do now is driven by my desire for Gwen and her family to be safe, and to respect me as a man, and a family member. Their trust and faith in me has been the fuel that drives me. Gwen is the force behind me, as well as behind the fund drive. Her little disclaimer was sincere, but way off the mark. She's the most amazing woman I've ever known. She's the reason this drive has been so successful. She's utilized her beauty, brains, and talent to drive this endeavor to where it is today."

The audience clapped and cheered as Steve returned to his seat. Gwen stood and met him with a resounding kiss and a huge smile, even as she wiped away tears that rolled down her cheeks.

"I am always surprised at how strongly you feel about me and my family! Mom's crying like a baby and Dad had to blow his nose a couple times. You loved me at first sight? God, how I love you!" exclaimed Gwen as she wrapped her arms around Steve even tighter and kissed him long and hard as the applause continued.

When the din finally let up, Laura Masters was asked to speak. "I've never been a real good public speaker, but I don't think anyone could follow the speeches of those two kids very well. They just showed us why this fund drive is an incredible success. I've never met anyone even remotely like these two. I treated Steve three times after he came close to death while helping others. Gwen's jumped into a freezing water, disconnected live bombs, applied first aid to save Steve's life at least twice, and donated all proceeds from the clothing line that carries 'The Lady in Red' name, her TV show, and the movie she's about to star in. She's beautiful, voluptuous, strong, and extremely intelligent.

"Steve is, without doubt, the closest thing I've ever seen to a perfect male specimen. He combines strength, coordination, and rugged good looks with intelligence, empathy, courage, and honesty. In short, he's the whole package. As impressive as either of these kids is by themselves, when they are together, the results are absolutely phenomenal. We've had a front row seat as they expand and grow at an exponential rate. The Spartan Nation, as it's now known, is the home of the single most impressive couple this state has ever seen, and they're just getting started!"




Lady in Red Ch. 26



Steve, Gwen, and Jordan were in great demand when the dancing began. They never missed a dance, and even had to ration their time spent with any one person. The professionals of Sparta celebrated their gifted students and their impressive accomplishments. 

Steve caught sight of Mort Governs a couple times, but the auto dealer managed to avoid Steve throughput the evening. Steve noticed that he was drinking steadily and decided to keep an even closer eye on him. It was while he was dancing with Tyler Smith's mother that he noticed Mort head toward the hall that led to the restrooms, right behind Gwen! Steve politely, but hurriedly, apologized to Mrs. Smith and started across the dance floor to make certain that Governs did not upset Gwen.

Mort moved quickly once he was in the hallway and grabbed Gwen's arm and swung her around. Having no idea he was behind her, Gwen was taken completely by surprise.

"So it turns out that you are a slut, just like I thought. You acted all uppity and prissy when I squeezed your big tits, but you really liked it, didn't you?" slurred Governs. "What say we slip out the back and fuck?"

Gwen was horrified. She instinctively swung her hand at Governs' face, but he anticipated the move and caught her arm with surprising ease. "You cock sucking whore! You'll sing a different tune when my cock's buried in your cunt."

Suddenly, Governs was spun around and a fist connected with his chin. He staggered back. He had to release Gwen as he placed his hands against the wall to steady himself. 

"Dad!" exclaimed Gwen as she rushed to her father and buried her head in his chest. Governs had regained his senses and was starting toward Ted when he saw Steve Hammer turn the corner of the hall. He suddenly decided it would be a good time to leave the building. He turned and went out the emergency exit at the end of the hall.

Steve took in the scene in the hall and immediately made his decision. Governs had ducked out the nearest exit, but the parking lot was around the building from the exit he took. Steve turned and hurried back across the dance floor and out the front door. He was determined to run down Governs and slap some manners on him.

Paula had been dancing with one of the hospital administrators when she noticed Governs follow Gwen down the hall to the bathroom. She turned to see if Steve had noticed. He was already headed across the dance floor, but Ted was nowhere to be seen. Paula quickly apologized to her dance partner as she made an attempt to catch up with Steve. Before she made it to the hallway, Steve had turned and hurried back toward the front door. A quick glance down the hallway, revealed Ted with Gwen, but no Governs in sight. Then Paula noticed the emergency door at the end of the hall slowly closing.

Steve was waiting for Governs when he scurried across the parking lot toward his shiny new truck. Just as he prepared to step out of the shadows and intercept him, Paula suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Steve! Please don't! You'd be risking your appointment and possibly ruining your future. He's not worth it!" 

"But Gwen is," replied Steve as he gently began moving Paula to the side. "He's won't bother her again when I'm done with him."

Paula reached up and took Steve's face between her hands. 'Steve, if you love Gwen, you'll let him go. I'm begging you. Have I ever asked you for anything? I am now. You said you love our family, and love me. Prove it to me right now! Leave that bastard alone and come back with me, please."

Steve hesitated. Instinctively, he obeyed parental authority. His anger at Governs was a tangible force in his gut, but Paula was clutching him, pleading with him to think before he acted on his emotions. Paula felt Steve relax slightly and she immediately hugged him in relief.

"Paula, you're right. It's a good thing you stopped me from doing something really stupid. I was going to break his arms, at the very least. I'd be spending the night in jail and probably lose my appointment to the academy," admitted Steve as he hugged Paula.

Paula gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and took his hand to lead him back inside the building. It was immediately obvious that everyone inside knew something had taken place. The couples had all stopped dancing and were facing the door as Paula led Steve inside. Paula smiled, indicating that trouble had been averted. She saw relief on many faces as various people smiled back.

Steve's face was still dark as he thought about Governs and the way he had treated Gwen. Paula had managed to convince him to leave Governs alone, but he was still struggling to let his anger dissipate. Paula clung to his hand to be certain he didn't suddenly bolt for the door to catch Governs before he drove away.

When Ted and Gwen emerged from the hallway, Gwen felt the tension in the room. Looking at Steve's dark countenance, she had no doubt that Steve was aware of her brush with Governs. Taking that thought a step farther; she knew Steve would hunt Governs down for his actions. Did he already catch Governs and fight with him? Was he going to be in trouble with the law?

Gwen moved across the floor, watching Steve's face as she walked. Then she realized that Paula was holding Steve's hand. Without knowing exactly why, Gwen felt relief.

The entire room watched as Gwen stepped close to Steve and ran her fingers along his chin as she whispered to him. Steve slowly lost his grim demeanor, and finally smiled. Then he gathered Gwen to his chest and smiled again. By this time Ted had reached his side. The two men shook hands and nodded to each other. Gwen hugged her mother and then led Steve onto the dance floor as a new song began.

Tyler's mother hurried across the floor and congratulated Paula. "That was fast thinking. When Steve headed for the door, I was certain he was going to hurt that jackass, and I couldn't blame him if he did. I take it that you caught him before he cornered Governs and rearranged his face.

"Did you see how Gwen was able to push away his anger and make him smile? Your girl has a grip on that young man's heart. You must have some influence yourself, Paula. He really seems to love and respect your family. That's to your credit, as well as his. You must be very proud of those two." 

"How much did you see and hear?" asked Gwen as she and Steve danced very close.

"I saw him follow you around the corner when you went to the restroom. I hurried over there, but your father was holding you when I got there. Governs looked at me and then fled out the exit. I knew he must have done something, so I hurried out front to intercept him going to his truck. I would have had him, but your mom caught me before I could do anything stupid. She talked me out of it. Your mom's a special lady. I'll have to thank her for saving me from a lot of trouble."

"Governs grabbed my arm, spun me around, and called me a slut and a whore. Dad came out of the bathroom just as he started bothering me. Dad slugged him! I hope he doesn't get in trouble for it, but Governs assaulted me first. He was just protecting his daughter from a drunken assault. I'm so proud of Dad, and Mom!" 

During the ride home, Steve voiced his appreciation to Gwen's parents. "You both came through for me tonight. I was caught flatfooted when I should have been keeping a closer eye on Governs. Then Paula kept me from doing something really stupid. I can't thank you enough."

"You've got to be kidding. You've saved our daughters' lives. You've helped Gwen grow into the amazing woman she is today. You've given us so much. We're in your debt," insisted Paula. "Besides, Ted's been taking care of the girls for a long time and he won't stop just because they have some big, tough boyfriends. He's their father and they'll always be his girls. We're family and we take care of our own." Early Friday evening, Jordan, Gwen, and Steve were preparing to leave for the state capital and another recording session. Jordan would be staying with Charlie while Steve and Gwen rented a hotel room. Jordan and Gwen explained the logic of the overnight stay to Paula, Diane, Stephanie, and Kate as they sat in the kitchen waiting for Steve to arrive.

"This way we won't be tired out from the long drive tomorrow. We can start earlier and work Sunday if Clyde needs us. It's only two nights and it'll save us a lot of time," explained Gwen.

"I'm sure it would. It'll also give you girls two romantic evenings with your boyfriends. You're not fooling anyone here," insisted Paula. "Will you be home in time for my Sunday dinner? You know how much Steve likes my home cooking."

"From what I've been hearing through the grapevine, Steve really enjoys private fine dining with Gwen even more," suggested Diane with a smirk. "I was having my hair done when Natalie, my hair dresser, told me that she heard from her cousin that Steve and Gwen are quite fond of oral sex."

"Mom!" groaned Stephanie. "Don't tell that story. It's embarrassing!"

"I'd like to hear more about what your hair dresser's cousin heard," insisted Paula as Gwen turned a bright red.

"That was pretty much it. It seems that her cousin's daughter is in Gwen's gym class and overheard Gwen describing the sexual delights and carnal pleasures she enjoys with Steve, orally."

"Really?" asked a surprised Paula. "That's not really something I'd expect from my daughter. It would seem like she'd know enough to not express the pleasure she derives from that activity in writing, or orally."

"Was that a joke, Mom?" asked Kate. "It sure sounded like one. Aunt Diane, what did you say when your hair dresser told you about Gwen's sick, perverted acts against nature?"

"I shouldn't say this in front of Stephanie, but she's been out all night to the prom, and she's been to Paris already. She's growing up fast and may as well hear these things with the rest of you. 

"I asked Natalie if she'd ever seen Steve Hammer with his shirt off. She admitted that she had in some of those ads for the swim suit line. Then I asked her if she knew any female between sixteen and sixty-six that wouldn't jump at the chance to do that with Steve if they could get away with it."

"Mom!" gasped Stephanie. "You're between sixteen and sixty-six! So am I, and Kate, and Aunt Paula. Grandmother isn't even sixty-six yet!"

"And your point is?" responded Diane with a straight face.

"My point? What you said means that all of us, even grandmother, would like to do that with Steve if we could. Do I have to spell it out for you?" asked Stephanie.

"Again, what's your point? Go ahead and spell it out for me, and everyone else here," insisted Diane.

"It would mean that you'd...wait! You would, wouldn't you? And Aunt Paula? Even Grandmother? Kate, Jordan, and I are all lumped into that group, too!" stated a blushing Stephanie.

"Hey, I'm good with being in that group," chimed in Kate.

"There's no problem here," added Jordan.

"It looks like Stephanie and Mom are the only two females in that wide age bracket that aren't in the Steve Hammer Oral fan club," laughed Kate. 

"I never said I wasn't in that club!" insisted Stephanie emphatically. "I just think that Mom, Paula, and Grandmother shouldn't be in it."

"The key term in my statement was 'if they could get away with it'. I don't think it's any secret that every female in this family is enamored with Steve. Probably every woman in the country is! My hairdresser thought about it for a minute and then admitted that off the top of her head she couldn't think of anyone that wouldn't want to experience that pleasure with Steve," recalled Diane.

"But you're married, and old and everything," reasoned Stephanie.

"Sweetie, I'm not that old. Heck, your grandmother isn't too old to get weak in the knees when she's around Steve," laughed Diane. "We're talking about fantasy, not reality. I love your father. He's a great husband and I'd never betray him. That doesn't mean that I can't appreciate what an incredible young man Steve is. Did you think you're the only woman that gets all tingly when you're close to him?"

"I agree with Aunt Diane. I kind of have a boyfriend now, but I don't feel the same things for him as I do for Steve. Heck, I felt funny all over the first time I saw him sitting with Gwen. I know he's totally in love with my sister and I'd never do anything to hurt that relationship. The truth is, I don't think that anyone could. Steve has pretty girls throw themselves at him all the time, but Gwen has him all wrapped up," finished Kate.

"Kate's right. I have a great guy and I think I'm in love with him. That said, he knows that I adore Steve. He accepts it," added Jordan. "He told me that he didn't think any guy could compete with Steve if Steve decided to go after a girl. Then he asked me how many guys do I know, or know of, that have that effect on women. I couldn't think of any others, although Brad Pitt is pretty hot."

"Okay, I understand Mom thinking Steve looks really hot. She'd have to be blind to not think that. I like Tyler, but let's face it. He's no Steve. Does this mean that all of us except Gwen, even our moms and grandmothers, have to settle for second best when we fall in love?" asked Stephanie.

"That's not a fair question," answered Diane. "Your father is not second best, not for me. He's the best man I ever met. He's a great father and husband. What it means, I think, is that Steve should not be involved in any direct comparisons with other men in our lives. How many guys are like Steve? Name one."

"Lisa's boyfriend is pretty cool," suggested Kate. "He's good looking, smart, brave, an officer and he's going to be an Army Ranger. He's not as cool as Steve, but he's pretty good."

"You're right, Kate. He's a wonderful young man and we're all delighted for Lisa. But, as you just said, he's not Steve. Does that mean that Lisa settled? Not at all! She's found the best available man for her, or so we hope. I guess the word 'available' is important in this discussion. Steve isn't available, is he, Gwen?"

"You know, I'm a bit overwhelmed by this conversation. I knew Steve was special, but you guys make me nervous that every girl is going to try to steal him away from me. My own family has the hots for him. At least I trust all of you to respect our relationship. To answer your question, he'll never be available if I have anything to say about it."

"Mom, you haven't said anything. Why's that?" asked Kate to Paula.

"I was listening to my family discuss my daughter's boyfriend and lover. It gave me food for thought. One thing we need to learn is that frank discussions about sex, men, and our fantasies need to be held with a great deal of caution. Gwen learned that when she spoke about her sex life with Steve to girls in the locker room.

"We also need to separate fantasies from reality and be sure we understand which is which. For every woman, but Gwen, Steve is a fantasy. Understand that. Never forget it, no matter how much you admire his broad shoulders, ripped abs, and those amazing eyes. You won't meet another man like him, but you will meet some very good men. Learn to recognize them. Ted and Will are both very good men. Diane and I would never jeopardize their love, or our marriages.

"Men have fragile egos. Be careful when you talk about Steve to your boyfriends or husbands when you get married. No husband should ever feel that they were second best. I would hate it if Ted admired Jordan so much that he expressed the notion that he settled when he married me. I'm sure he has fantasies, but he keeps them to himself, for the most part. I don't know what he tells Will or his golf buddies, but I know he'd never say anything that would disrespect me. And I'll never do that to him. That means I'll just have to try to keep my opinions, and Steve fantasies to myself," stated Paula. 

"That pretty well tells us how you feel. You don't want to even voice your thoughts on the guy," observed Kate. "I can see where that's a good idea if you're already married. My husband will know I really love Steve and that he'll always be a part of my life. I'll never be able to sleep with him, but I'll still tease him and stuff. That'll be okay because Lisa, Jordan, Stephanie, and Gwen will do a lot of teasing with my guy, whoever he turns out to be. We're going to have the luckiest, horniest husbands and boyfriends in the world!"

A few minutes later, Steve walked into the kitchen to a suddenly silent group. "What? Is my fly open? Is there a frog on my head? What's everyone looking at?"

"The consensus is a very hot, extremely sexy male," laughed Kate. "We were discussing our Steve fantasies before you arrived. Gwen's been bragging about your oral skills to the world and we're just wondering how good you really are?"

"That isn't entirely accurate!" interjected Paula. "It was a discussion about the need for ladies to be very careful what they tell about their sex life, especially to those that are not close family or friends."

"I didn't, I mean that I never said anything, it's pretty embarrassing to talk about with Gwen's family," stuttered Steve as he blushed and fidgeted with his hands, much like a small boy.

"What about the grin with the arched eyebrow response?" asked Gwen with a straight face. "I thought that was your standard response to any questions about your romantic skills. You're not going to use that on Mom and Aunt Diane?"

"No! It works on guys and girls our age, but not on your mother and aunt!" replied Steve hastily. "Paula, I never told anyone about that stuff."

"What about Billy?" asked Gwen mercilessly. "Didn't you discuss it with him?"

"That was because he heard your moans that morning and wanted some, ah, pointers on certain, ah, techniques. It was more of an educational thing. I was just trying to help him. He wasn't supposed to tell anyone."

"Maybe you could conduct clinics," suggested Diane while holding her hand over her mouth to suppress a giggle. "There's a lot of husbands and boyfriends that could use some help in that area."

Steve finally realized that he was being teased when Diane made her comment. He strode around the table and easily lifted Diane from her chair and carried her into the living room and placed her on the couch.

"You have a point, Diane. There's no time like the present and no one I'd rather demonstrate on than you, so let's get to it!" urged Steve as he dropped to his knees near the couch and began pulling the belt from Diane's jeans.

To his dismay, Diane offered no resistance. She simply watched him, until he reached up and began tugging on her jeans and then she made a suggestion. "You'll need to undo the snap and pull the zipper down first."

"Okay, you win!" groaned Steve as he stood up and handed Diane her belt. "I thought I could bluff you."

"How far would you have let him go, Mom?" asked Stephanie. "It looked like you didn't plan on stopping him at all."

"A lady needs some secrets," laughed Diane. "Let's just say he didn't even make me nervous. Steve is way too much of a gentleman to suddenly indulge in inappropriate behavior. I knew he was only bluffing, darn it!"

"Mom!" groaned Stephanie as Gwen led Steve out the door with Jordan following close behind. 

The kids met Charlie at the mall near their motel. Gwen and Jordan wanted to do some shopping, so Steve and Charlie tagged along. By the time the group emerged from the first business they entered, they had a group of kids asking for autographs and photos. They tried to accommodate their fans, but the group kept growing in number.

"It doesn't look like we're going to get any shopping done," observed Jordan. "This is even more intense than it was a few years ago when I had a string of hit records."

"Let's just plan of spending some time with these fans and then going back to the motel. At some point, we'll have to start gaining on them. It's hard to believe that they're so excited about seeing us, isn't it? We're pretty much just like them."




Lady in Red Ch. 26



"Yeah, except you're both gorgeous, have hit songs, a TV show, concerts, and a movie," pointed out Charlie. "Those little items seem to make a big difference. Wow! Look at Steve!"

Steve had been standing next to a voluptuous blonde woman, smiling as he posed for a photo with her. The woman suddenly pulled her top up with one hand, revealing her large firm breasts. Her friend, along with numerous others, quickly snapped a series of pictures. Steve was facing the camera and smiling, apparently oblivious to the display next to him.

Gwen managed to catch Steve's eye and motioned for him to look down. Steve glanced down and then did a double-take. Then his smile became even larger as he shook his head in wonder. 

Most of the fans were polite and thanked the group for their cooperation with the pictures and the autographs. Everyone, other than the blonde, managed to keep their clothes in place. Eventually, the foursome managed to retreat to their vehicles and return to their rooms.

The next day saw them at the recording studio bright and early. Clyde was very impressed with the two new songs that Jordan and Charlie played for him.

"They'll work great in the movie. I have several others that I paid some writers to come up with, and they aren't as good as the ones you have. We'll record them all and then decide which songs to use in the movie. I'll have to get that Malloy kid to sign a contract for her song. I'm glad she's over eighteen. She won't need her parents' approval, although I will run it by them as well."

They worked on the new songs well into the evening. Everyone agreed to return the next morning. "See what a good idea it was to plan on staying in a motel for two nights?" asked Gwen as Steve nibbled on her sensitive clit. "That's a rhetorical question, so don't stop what you're doing to answer!"

By noon Sunday, Clyde was satisfied with the results. "We can spend weeks on these songs and only make them a better by a small fraction. If you kids do a good job with the acting, these songs will be perfect. I expect to have a hit or two in this sound track and a very successful movie. It'll all hinge on your performances in front of the camera. 

"We'll fly to Los Angeles as soon as you're no longer needed at school. You can fly back a day for graduation, but then it's back to work. By early June, we'll go to Florida to film on location for a week or ten days. They want enough outside shots to make certain it has the feel of the beach. Plan on spending time on the Treasure Coast of Florida. And in some skimpy swim suits. It'll be pure Hell for you, Steve!" laughed Clyde. 

"There's another thing to keep in mind. We owe CBC another TV show. They want it for Christmas, so we'll shoot a Christmas show in Los Angeles in June. I was thinking of including some of your families since that's always popular at Christmas. Gwen, you have lots of relatives, so bring them along. Steve and Jordan, do you have anyone you'd like to include?" asked Clyde.

"Gwen's family is mine, so if they're there, I'll be good. I would like to have Charlie with me. I think we'll still be together at Christmas. I sure hope so!" sighed Jordan.

"It's pretty much the same for me," added Steve. "My Uncle Joe will never agree to fly to L.A. He hates to go to the grocery store. I don't know for certain if I have any other relatives."

"Steve! You know darn well that you do. I'm going to call your aunt and grandmother to see if they want to come to L.A. and be in the show. I bet Janice and Jen will love to appear with us. It's possible that your grandmother will accept the invitation. They're family!"

Steve kept his doubts to himself. He knew better than to disagree with Gwen when it came to dealing with family. He had very little experience in that area.

The group arrived back in Sparta in time for Paula's Sunday dinner. "We saw a new sign on route 15 coming into Sparta. It says 'Welcome to The Spartan Nation, Hometown of Jordan Quick, Gwen Anderson, and Steve Hammer!' That was a real surprise to us. It's flattering but it's a little embarrassing as well. How many people will even care that Sparta is our hometown?" wondered Gwen.

"I'd guess that there a quite a few. I've noticed a lot of cars driving down our street real slow. Sometimes they take pictures from the car and sometimes they stop and get out. Some girl rang the bell yesterday and asked if Steve Hammer was here," revealed Kate. "You guys probably didn't see that rag they sell at the grocery stores where you check out. It was pictures of the three of you and a headline stating how Steve is able to keep you both satisfied."

"That crap's starting again?" moaned Jordan. "I was off the tabloid radar for a while. I guess it's a barometer of your career status. The career is dead if they don't bother to make up lies about you. It sounds like mine's been resuscitated, and yours is doing okay. You'll learn to ignore those stupid rags."

"I was going to buy one, but Mom wouldn't allow it. She said she didn't want to support those liars in any way," stated Kate. "I guess there's a down side to being stars of stage and screen. Your privacy is pretty well gone."

The next day at school revealed just how much fame had changed their lives. Gwen, Jordan, and Steve were called into the principal's office first thing in the morning.

"I cannot stress enough that you three have done nothing wrong. In fact, you've done a great many things very well. Strange as it may seem, that's the problem. You've become celebrities, very famous ones. It's disrupting classes for the rest of the student body.

"I have proposed to the school board, and they have agreed, to allow you to test out early. You would be required to pass final tests for your classes. If you can do that, you'll be able to stop attending classes, but still graduate. As you know there are only about fourteen actual days of class left, so you wouldn't be missing much time with your friends and classmates. I realize it seems like we're trying to punish you, but we aren't. It simply seemed like the best way to deal with the distractions.

"We're beginning to get gawkers and even paparazzi hanging around the school grounds. Your classmates are in awe of you. Some of the teachers are even intimidated. Do you kids understand my position? How do you feel about it? This is not something I will attempt to force you to do." 

"This is quite a surprise to me, to all of us," acknowledged Gwen. "I understand your dilemma and your solution. The last three weeks of senior year are usually the best school experiences kids have. On the other hand, we're obligated to do a movie and a TV show before Steve leaves for the Naval Academy near the end of June. This could allow us the time we need to accomplish our goals."

"Sir, could we discuss this among ourselves and give you our answer after lunch?" asked Steve. "I would like to know what Ted and Paula think we should do before we make a decision."

"That's a very good idea, Steve. Take the morning off and consider my proposal. It could be a win/win situation for all of us. I'm sorry it's come to this, but then, it's a result of the hard work and talent you kids have. All principals should have this type of problem. My students are too accomplished and famous!"

The cafeteria was empty, so the three sat at a table to discuss the turn of events. "I'm inclined to accept the offer," admitted Gwen. "I'm ahead in my classes and should have no problem passing the finals right now. We could save a lot of time and maybe make a better movie if we aren't rushed so badly. How do you two feel about your classes?"

"As you know, I've been taking basic courses to get the credits I need to get a diploma. I can pass the finals in my sleep. I agree that this would free us up to get started on our other projects," asserted Jordan.

"My gut feeling is that this'll work for us, but I think Gwen should run it by her parents. They may see something that we're missing. Would you call them, Gwen, and see what they think?"

"Sure. You really are like the son they never had," laughed Gwen as she pulled out her cell phone. "I love how you value my parents' opinions on these things.

"Mom, we've just been told that we're creating a bit of pandemonium with our presence in school. The principal meant it in a nice way, but he says there are getting to be a lot of distractions. He's willing to let Jordan, Steve, and I test out right now. If we pass our finals, we can be done with the last few weeks of school and concentrate of our other projects. It sounds like a good idea to us, but your boy, Steve, felt we should ask you and Dad. Call me back after you guys talk it over. We need to know by lunch time. Thanks, Mom."

"She sounded good with it, but she's going to ask Dad. She also sounded pleased that you wanted to find out what she and Dad thought before you made your decision. Sometimes I feel like they're your family and I'm the girl trying to steal you away from them," complained Gwen. 

By early afternoon, Ted and Paula had agreed to the early testing as long as the school put its proposal in writing. The kids spent the rest of the day making appointments with their teachers to take the final test. Most of the time, tests were scheduled in the library during the teacher's free period.

"Okay, kids. I can dig out some finals I've used in the past," agreed Ms. Summers. "But I don't have any free time during the day. I think it would work better if I tested you each separately. Gwen, you stop at my apartment at seven this evening. At eight, you'll hand in the test. As you finish, Steve will take the test. That way, I can verify that you did not discuss the material in the test. Will that work for you both?"

Steve arrived at Ms. Summers' apartment a few minutes early, but waited until exactly eight to ring the bell. She and Gwen were laughing as Steve was let in. Gwen wished Steve luck and left. Within five minutes, Steve was working on the final while sitting at the small kitchen table. He took his time and felt confident that he was doing well. He was done a few minutes early and was going over his answers when he felt something brush his cheek.

Steve had been intent on the exam and had lost track of Ms. Summers. When he felt the sensation on his cheek, he swung around to determine the source. When he turned, he found a bare breast pressed to his mouth. When he gasped in surprise, a nipple slid between his lips!

Still stunned, Steve felt Ashley pull his head tighter to her body. Another very hard nipple pressed against his cheek. By this time, she was practically purring as she held her breasts against him. One hand held his head close while her other ran over his chest and worked on his shirt buttons!



Lady in Red Ch. 27



As Steve struggled to make sense of his situation, his hands reached out to gently push Ashley away from his face. He felt the soft skin of her toned stomach as he increased the pressure he was applying. The hand holding his head tensed up and pulled him with greater force.

"Ms. Summers?" mumbled Steve around a very hard nipple. "We can't be doing this. You could lose your job!"

"Don't think I haven't considered that. Now, stop talking with your mouth full! Suck my nipple!" 

Steve reached up and took the hand that cradled his head in his hand. He pulled it out and away from his head. Then he carefully pulled his face off the very firm breast that was pushed into his face. He felt more than a little guilty at how quickly his cock had responded to the situation.

"Talk to me, Ms. Summers. Why are you risking your career like this? Have I done something, or said something, to cause you to take this huge risk? What about your future?"

"You're going to be leaving school when you pass the exams in the next couple days. I won't see you anymore and that really bothers me. I thought we'd make memories to last a lifetime. I heard the girls talking about how good you are and what you do to please Gwen, and what she does for you. I'll do all of that, and more!" promised Ashley. "I know you're a gentleman and they couldn't make you tell on me even if they tortured you. I'm yours for the night, and much longer if we can work out the details."

"This is way out of character for you. You've always been concerned about propriety, and appearances. Now you're tossing caution out the window for some sex?" questioned Steve as he noticed Ashley looked a bit strange. "This doesn't make sense to me. Are you taking drugs? Have you been drinking a lot?"

"I've taking some prescribed medication, but that has nothing to do with this. I fell in love with you the first day of class and you've done nothing to lessen those feelings. You saved everyone in the school, including me. I've been watching you on TV and listening to your music. My girlfriends from college can't believe you're my student and they especially can't believe that I haven't seduced you, if you are."

"What about Gwen? She really looks up to you. She admires you, and thinks of you as a friend. This would hurt her a lot, don't you think?"

"Not if she never knows! I realize I can't compete with Gwen, but you seemed to be pretty happy with my breasts when they were in your face. Admit it, Steve. You like what you see and would love to go to bed with me. Imagine the rush when you slide that big cock into your English teacher," suggested Ashley provocatively. "Think how tight I'll feel. You can come inside my pussy, my mouth, or even my ass. Let's stop wasting time and get into bed!"

Steve's head was spinning as he tried to wrap his mind around the situation. Why would Ashley Summers change her personality so drastically? Something had to be wrong! She was a very sexy, desirable woman and he knew he was playing with fire as long as he was alone with her, especially when all she was wearing was a very small thong. He had learned one thing about women, and that was that he knew almost nothing about them. He had to find a way to extricate himself!

"You sure make a strong argument," admitted Steve as he stood and headed across the room. "Would you mind if I used the bathroom first? I'd like to freshen up a little before we get started." 

As soon as he closed and locked the door, Steve took his cell phone out and texted Gwen. Then he sat on the toilet and waited for her response. It took less than minute for Gwen to answer. After a few minutes, Ashley knocked on the bathroom door.

"Come on, Steve. You're burning valuable time," complained Ashley as Steve remained seated while he waited for Gwen. Then he heard a 'click' and realized that Ashley had unlocked the bathroom door with a small tool of some kind. He quickly stood and was almost to the door when it swung open. 

Ashley made a small squealing noise as she rushed toward him. Once again, Steve felt surprise and dismay as Ashley misjudged the door opening and banged into the side of the doorway and fell backward to the kitchen floor. Steve rushed to her side, dropped to his knees, and looked into her eyes. He became more concerned when they appeared to flutter and then roll up concealing her pupils. 

"What happened? Why's she naked?" demanded Gwen as she walked into the kitchen and knelt by the prone Ashley Summers. "Tell me what's going on here."

"I'm still trying to figure that out," admitted Steve. "I was finishing up my test when I felt something on my cheek. I turned to look and it was Ashley's nipple! She took advantage of my shock to slide it into my mouth. She talked all kinds of crazy stuff about having sex with me. 

"That's when I excused myself to the bathroom and texted you to come over. I was in there a few minutes when she unlocked the door from her side with that screwdriver on the table. When she saw me, she got excited and pretty much ran into the doorjamb. She went over backwards and her eyes fluttered for a few seconds and then she went unconscious!"

"Hello, Laura? Steve and I have a sensitive situation and need your medical expertise. We're okay, but you remember Ashley Summers from the New Year's party? Yeah, she was there with that dumb ass. Can you come over to 319 Grove Street, apartment 2B? She has a medical problem and it's rather unusual. She's our English teacher and we don't want her to get into any trouble."

Gwen directed Steve to find a blanket for Ashley as she watched over her sleeping form. Gwen covered Ashley with the blanket Steve found and then spent time taking her pulse and checking her respirations while waiting for Laura. Steve opened the door before Laura finished knocking and ushered her into the room.

"Tell me what you know, and tell me that nothing illegal has transpired. I can't risk my medical license for a favor. Why is she naked? Just what happened here?" demanded Laura as she quickly checked Ashley's eyes and scanned her body for any signs of trauma.

"I was taking an English final here at the kitchen table. Gwen, Jordan and I are leaving school early to start our movie, as long as we pass our finals. Anyway, I was almost finished with the exam when I felt something on my cheek. I turned to see what it was and there was Ms. Summers, naked except for a thong, with her nipple against my cheek! When I turned she slid it into my mouth, and yeah, I know how bad that sounds. 

"I asked her what she was doing and told her she was risking her job. She told me that she knew that and still urged me to make love to her. I asked if she had been drinking or taking drugs. She admitted that she took some prescription medication, but she was in love with me and has been since she first saw me. This just isn't like her!

"I stalled her by asking to use the bathroom. I sent a text to Gwen and thought I'd wait until Gwen arrived. Ashley, used that small screwdriver to unlock the bathroom door, but when she tried to come into the room, she bumped into the doorjamb and fell backward to where she is now," finished Steve. 

"Did she hit the doorway hard, or did she crack her head when she fell to the floor? Gwen, look in the bathroom and her bedroom for any prescription drugs. Steve, I have to be brutally frank with you. If you had sex with her, tell me now. If it turns out that you did and deny it, you could be in some very deep shit!"

"I understand your concern. I didn't have sex with her, or even come close. I had a nipple in my mouth for less than a minute and that's as far as it went. Can you examine her to see that she didn't have sex?"

"That's one of the things I intend to do once you go into the other room. She appears to be breathing okay. Her vitals are good, but she seems to be under the influence of drugs/and or alcohol. She's not waking up. I smell some alcohol on her breath," observed Laura as Steve quickly fled into the bedroom and closed the door while Laura quickly examined Ashley, before calling for Steve to return. 

Steve and Gwen approached Laura at the same time. "What did you find, Gwen?"

"This container is for a prescription filled a couple days ago. There was a nearly empty bottle of wine on the end table near her bed, and these over the counter cold tablets were next to the wine bottle."

Laura read the prescription and nodded knowingly. "She was taking a very strong antidepressant with alcohol, and over the counter drugs. That's a dangerous cocktail. We probably should take her to the hospital, but the report would be pretty damning for her and it may not help Steve any either. There's no bruise on her head, so I'd guess that she passed out, rather than banged her head hard enough to be knocked out. 

"Let's get her into bed and let her sleep for a few hours. I have to be at work at midnight at the hospital, so I can't stay too much longer. You two have to keep a close eye on her. As long as she's breathing regularly, let her sleep a couple hours, then dry waking her up. If anything unusual happens call me and bring her into the hospital. Her health is far more important that her job."

"So she said all of those things because she was practically stoned on wine and pharmaceuticals?" asked a relieved Steve.

Laura looked at Steve and then at Gwen. "My opinion is that she said those things because that's how she really feels. The drugs and wine just removed her inhibitions and judgment. This young woman has succumbed to the charms of our resident hero. I don't blame her, but she could lose her job over this. She'll be mortified when she wakes up, so you guys need to placate and reassure her. The fact that she's been prescribed a strong antidepressant indicates that she's very fragile right now. She'll need you both to understand and forgive her. Can you do that?"

"Of course! I don't blame her for falling for Steve. She's a young, beautiful woman," pointed out Gwen. "We think the world of her and we'll do everything we can to help her get over this, won't we Steve?"

"Do you have to ask? If something happens to her, it'll be my fault. I knew she was acting strange, but had no idea she'd been drinking wine and taking medications at the same time. She should know better. We'll stay with her as long as it takes."

Laura left a short while later. Ashley was sleeping soundly, so Gwen took the opportunity to call her mother. "Mom, I won't be coming home tonight. No, I'm fine. It's a friend and she needs my help. Yes, Steve is with me and he'll stay with me, so I'll be safe. I'd rather not tell you who she is, especially over the phone, but I will if you insist. Thanks, Mom! We'll be careful."

"Mom said to be careful and to call her if we needed anything, and to take good care of our friend," repeated Gwen to Steve.

"Your mom's amazing! She didn't press you. She believed everything you told her and was comfortable that your judgment was good. You've got some family!"

"Yeah, she was pretty cool. The funny thing was when she asked if you were with me. She was relieved to hear that you were. In the 'normal' family, the daughter calling to say she had to help a friend all night and her boyfriend was going to be with her would cause all sorts of problems.

"Let's take turns sitting up with Ashley. I'll do it as long as I can stay awake. You try to get some sleep on the couch. If I get too drowsy, I'll wake you up, and I'll sleep on the couch," proposed Gwen.

It was almost three AM when Gwen shook Steve awake. "She's still sleeping. I tried to wake her a while ago, but no luck. I'm dead on my feet, so you've got to watch over her for a few hours. I think it would be better if you didn't touch her or try to wake her up. We don't know how she's going to react when she comes around."

"Don't worry about that! I'll just watch her to be sure she's breathing okay. Get some sleep and we'll see how she's doing in the morning. 

Ashley finally opened her eyes a few minutes after six AM. She immediately saw Steve sitting in a kitchen chair in her small bedroom. Her face registered her confusion.

"Steve! You shouldn't be here! How'd you get in? Did you stay all night? How come I'm almost naked? Did you take advantage of me?" asked Ashley in little more than a whisper.

"I did stay all night, but Gwen's here, too. You were ill, so we took turns watching you. Do you feel okay?"

"Gwen's here? Why don't I have any pajamas on? What happened last night. Did I pass out or something?"

"Yeah, you did pass out shortly after I finished my exam, so I called Gwen. She didn't feel comfortable dressing you, so she let you sleep with what you have on. Do you feel okay?"

"My head hurts like I was on a bender. You really shouldn't be in my bedroom. We both could get into a lot of trouble over this. You'd better leave so I can get dressed. Then you and Gwen can answer some questions I have."

Steve quickly left the room. He found Gwen sleeping on the small couch and he watched her for a few minutes before she opened her eyes. "You're supposed to be watching Ashley, not me. I guess my allure is just too great for you to resist."

"Actually, it is, but I'm here because Ashley woke up and insisted I leave her room. I don't think she remembers anything that happened last night. We may get out of this mess without too much damage. You need to think of a reason why she's practically naked. She asked about that," reported Steve.

"Really? Maybe we can minimize the embarrassment for her. We won't lie, but we can omit some information. There's no reason to humiliate her."

Just then the bedroom door opened. Ashley approached the couple before they could discuss the situation further. "Tell me what happened last night. I just woke up almost naked with your boyfriend sitting by my bed. I know you two wouldn't do anything to hurt me, but I really need to know what happened. I can't remember anything after giving Steve his exam."

"Ms. Summers, Ashley, do you remember taking prescription medicine last night? How about cold medicine? Did you drink any wine?" questioned Gwen forcefully to place Ashley on the defensive.

"Oh, no! Is that what happened? I did take my prescription as well as some cold medicine, but I don't remember drinking any wine. Where's the bottle?" asked Ashley as her eyes wandered the apartment until she saw the nearly empty bottle where Gwen had placed it on the kitchen counter. "Did you kids drink any of my wine, or did I drink it all?"

"We never touched it. Steve found you passed out and sent me a text. We found prescription pills, over the counter cold medicine, and an almost dead bottle of wine. You have to know that's a dangerous combination."

"Did you take my clothes off me? I woke up almost naked with your boyfriend looking at me. That's unnerving," admitted Ashley.

Steve could see Gwen struggle with an answer that would be true, but not overly embarrassing. "Don't worry, Steve never saw your clothes come off. He was in the kitchen at the time. It just didn't seem right to let you sleep in street clothes and I wasn't comfortable dressing you in sleep wear. I sat with you until almost three. I got so sleepy I couldn't stay awake, so I woke Steve up and asked him to watch you while I caught a couple hours sleep."

"This is very embarrassing," confessed Ashley. "I owe you both an apology for even thinking that you would have done anything inappropriate. Please don't tell anyone about this."

"Let's make a deal," suggested Gwen. "Tell us why you're on such a strong antidepressant and we'll never say a word about last night. I think we need to be certain this won't happen again."

Ashley looked from Gwen to Steve and back to Gwen. "My younger sister was in a four-wheeler accident last fall. She crashed into a barb wire fence going pretty fast. She hardly had a scratch, except her left hand was severed by the wire. Another rider applied pressure and called 911. She almost bled to death. She recovered from it, but a few weeks ago, she tried to take her own life with sleeping pills.

"We've always been really close, but she won't listen to me. She keeps saying she's a freak now and her life isn't worth living. I've been going home to visit most weekends when the weather's good, but instead of cheering her up, I've become depressed. Last week, my doctor put me on the medication. She told me not to use alcohol or other medicines with it, but I was way too smart. I didn't think a couple cold pills would make any difference, and I always have some wine in the evening before I go to bed. I won't do it again, so don't worry about me."

"How old is your sister? How is she doing now? I'm so sorry to learn of your sister's tragedy, but she can still enjoy an amazing life. She can't give up!"

"Becky's a senior. She'll graduate in a few weeks. This Saturday's her senior formal and no one's asked her. She used to date a lot. She believes that boys are repulsed by her now. In reality, they are, but it's her attitude that turns them off. She's bitter and unhappy."

"Didn't you live in Sherman? That's less than an hour from the airport, isn't it? We could be there in a few hours," mused Gwen.

"Why would 'we' want to be there?" asked Ashley. "What're you thinking?"

"We're trying to wrap everything up here so we can fly to L.A. on Sunday. Clyde told me last night that he'll need a few days to assemble even a skeleton crew to start filming the movie. I was thinking that you could invite Steve, Jordan, Charlotte, and me to your parents' home for the weekend. I know a handsome guy that's a great dancer that would love to take your sister to the formal," stated Gwen as she looked directly at Steve.

"You'd let Steve take my sister to the formal? That would be so cool! If that doesn't help cure her depression, nothing will," enthused Ashley as Steve stared at Gwen in disbelief.

"What? You wouldn't like to take a pretty girl to a dance? That's not what your past indicates. I know firsthand what a date with you can do for a girl's esteem and reputation. You show her the best time possible, except for any sex, of course. She'll be a lot happier the next morning than she's been since her accident. 

"Let's plan on going to your folks' place before we fly to L.A., if it's okay with your parents. Tell them that Steve wants to take Becky to the formal. If she gets her measurements to us, we'll even bring a gown for her to wear," promised Gwen.

"You'd do that for my sister, for me?" sobbed Ashley. "You're two of the best people I've ever known. Mom will be thrilled when I tell her that Jordan Quick, Gwen Anderson, and Steve Hammer would like to spend the weekend. Dad died in a car wreck years ago.

"And we don't need to get Becky's measurements. She's exactly the same size as I am. If the dress fits me, it'll fit her perfectly."

"Her measurements are the same as yours?" repeated Gwen as she looked at Steve. "If she's anywhere near as attractive as you, and has your figure, Steve'll be a very happy camper. You have a great body."

"Thanks," replied Ashley as she blushed deeply. "I guess I don't have many secrets from you after last night. I'm just glad that Steve didn't see me like that, and unconscious to boot."

"Believe me; you'd want to be conscious when Steve saw you like that. He's got a wonderful way of showing his appreciation for the female form, especially the hourglass types. He's convinced me that he isn't into the anorexic supermodel types. I'll never be that way and he's fine with that."

It was Tuesday afternoon when Gwen dropped some surprising news on Steve. "Charlotte is testing out early, too. She's agreed to be my personal assistant when we film the movie. I've learned it's quite common for the 'stars' to have at least one P.A. to keep track of all their duties and appointments. She'll get paid well and I know she'll have my back. I trust her completely.




Lady in Red Ch. 27



"I discussed it with Jordan and she's asked that Charlie be her personal assistant. He's going to be in a few scenes with the band, but now he'll make some extra money as well as take care of Jordan. She has complete faith in him. I think that'll work pretty well. He's very detail oriented. You've seen how he is about his music."

"Who should I get to be mine?" wondered Steve. "Billy or Jared would be glad to have the money, but I wonder if they'd be much help?"

"I've already solved that for you," smiled Gwen. "Billy and Jared would be gawking at all the girls. I love them both, but they wouldn't do a good job for you. I have the perfect person in mind."

"Okay, who is he?" asked Steve. "Is he one of your smart friends? I guess that would work. I get along with them alright."

"I'll give you a few hints. She's very bright, attractive, organized and in love with you!"

"Is it Kate? Is she organized, and isn't she too young? Stephanie? She's too young, too. Maybe Lisa? But she's busy with modeling and school. Jordan's in the movie already, so it's not her. Your mom? Would your dad go along with that? Aunt Diane. I can't see Will agreeing to it."

"Okay! Being attractive and in love with you didn't narrow it down very much!" admitted Gwen with a laugh. "It's Ashley Summers. She'd be perfect. She's really smart, very organized, and she absolutely loves you. I know she'd always have your back."

"Ashley? You didn't see her when she came after me last night. She'd have my front more than my back! What gives with you? First you pimp me out on a date with her sister and now you're trying to put her in close proximity with me on a steady basis. You didn't hear her tell me I could have her mouth, pussy, and ass; but she said it! And she meant it! Even if she was flying high on medications, she still seemed to know what she wanted. Are you trying to get rid of me or something? Most girls don't set up their boyfriends with beautiful women."

"Get rid of you? Never! You're stuck with me, Big Guy! I've learned a few things over the past several months. These facts seem contradictory, but I'm convinced that they're accurate.

"First, women and girls fall in love with you all the time. Every woman in my family, including Jordan, would sleep with you in a heartbeat if they could do it without hurting anyone, which of course they can't. Lisa fell hard for you and couldn't take her clothes off fast enough for you. She wasn't underhanded or sneaky, but she loved you seeing her naked. I was okay with it because I knew neither of you would betray me and I love her so much. I want her to be happy.

"The surprising thing that happened was that she saw what a good guy you are and she raised her standards. She dated a lot of questionable guys in the past, like that jackass, Governs, before she met you. After being around you, she turned down several guys that I know of, until she met Jason. She told me that she asked you what you thought of him. Your opinion was important to her. She saw a lot of your finer traits in him. Now she has a really good guy. I've decided that being around you a lot, even naked, was really good for her. She learned how to tell a good man from a poser.

"Then there's Jordan. She was naked in your arms and very willing to have sex with you. She's excited about doing the love scenes with you. I think some of it's because it's her job, so she won't betray Charlie or me by doing it. But she gets to be in your arms and almost make love with you. Back to my theory, Jordan's been around you a lot, although not naked as much as Lisa, and she's learned what to look for in a man. Her relationships were disasters before she met you. Now she has a very mature, kind, handsome boyfriend. He has many of your qualities."

"So you're giving me credit for Lisa and Jordan finding great guys? Don't you think that the fact that they're incredibly beautiful, talented, and intelligent might have something to do with it?"

"Sure, all of that helps, but they were smart, pretty, and talented before they met you, but they still kept going out with jerks. Knowing you has really helped them. I'm certain of that. I think you'll help Ashley and her sister both learn to distinguish between losers and the real deal."

"It may sound conceited, but I worry about these girls falling in love with me and having their hearts broken. Plus, is it a good idea to keep throwing temptation my way? If Ashley's sister looks anything like her, she'll be a stone cold fox. Why wave girls like that under my nose?" questioned Steve.

"Because that nose of yours is going to be offered prime pussy for the next fifty years. If it isn't one of my friends or relatives, it'll be someone else, but it will happen often. Do you think any guys will be working to get into my little panties over the next few years?" quizzed Gwen. "You bet that tight little ass of yours they will. But they won't make it because I love you, and I always will. We have to trust each other and believe in each other. We're blessed with good looks, good bodies, and now we can add fame to the mix. That sets us up as romantic targets for a good share of the population.

"I have to trust you, Steve. If I don't, then we'll have to break up because I know what you do to women. They melt when they see you. Listening to my own family talk about you last week made me realize that most women that see you, lust after you. You're one of the few men on the planet that could walk into a club and say you're available for sex and have most of the women present try to take you up on it.

"Ashley has some issues. You remember the jerk she brought to the party. You had to teach him some manners, if you recall. Ashley needs to see the kind of man you are and to learn what to look for and demand in a man of her own. Her father died in an automobile accident when she was in grade school. She needs a strong male in her life. I know she'll flirt and maybe try to seduce you, but that just makes her normal. How you react to her and the respect you show her will be new and different for her. It worked for Lisa and Jordan and I'm betting it'll help Ashley, and her sister. I'm telling you this now so you won't be surprised when I broach the subject with her tomorrow morning."

"This sounds like a lot of conjecture and guesswork to me, but I've learned to trust your knowledge of relationships. I'll give it a try, and I won't have sex with them, but it remains to be seen if your off-the-wall theory is correct. I hope it is." 

"You want me to be Steve's assistant for the movie?" asked an incredulous Ashley the following morning. Steve and Gwen had asked to meet with her before school started. "There's a million things I'd have to do. I'd need complete access to Steve, his schedule, his script, wardrobe, everything. If you're serious about this, I'd love to do it! I've been thinking of taking some time off school because of my depression. This would be the perfect thing to help me get over everything, especially if Steve can cheer up Becky this weekend."

Ashley suddenly blushed and looked worried. "Gwen, could I talk to you in private about this offer. No offense, Steve, but I really need to discuss some girl stuff with Gwen."

After Steve strolled away from them, Ashley took Gwen's hands in hers. "Gwen, you may not want me for the job after I tell you something that I'd hoped to keep secret."

"You mean about how you're in love with my guy?" asked Gwen before Ashley could reveal her secret.

"You know about that? I guess I'm not the actress I thought I was. I tried to keep it bottled up so no one would know? What gave me away?"

"The other night when Steve was working on his exam, you had that wine/antidepressant/cold pill cocktail and you came on to him. You pretty much told him that you loved him since the first time you saw him," responded Gwen.

"Oh! Did we, did he, what was the final result? Was that why I was naked? I'm not on birth control!" moaned Ashley.

"You were naked, except for your thong, when you came out of your bedroom and rubbed your breasts in his face."

"I'm so sorry, Gwen! I was afraid there was more to that story. I haven't been able to remember anything after giving the exam to Steve. Thanks for not telling the principal and board what a slut I am. I owe you an apology. I don't know what to say to Steve. He's eighteen, so it wasn't sexual assault, but he's a student and I'm a teacher. Are you going to report me to the principal?"

"There's nothing to tell as far as Steve and I are concerned. He managed to elude you and get into the bathroom and text me for help. You eventually unlocked the door and then bumped into the doorjamb and passed out. You were unconscious on the floor when I got there. Steve was pretty worried about the entire situation. He never had sex with you, unless having your breasts in his face and slipping a nipple into his mouth counts as penetration," grinned Gwen. "I'm making light of it because it's no big deal as far as Steve and I are concerned."

"I don't know whether to be relieved or upset. I was afraid that Steve and I had been intimate. If I ever did make that mistake, I'd really want to be conscious for it. This is very embarrassing for me. How does Steve feel about it? Has he lost all respect for me?"

"He determined pretty quickly that you were not acting normally. He's always held you in high regard and after seeing you almost naked, I suspect he has an even greater appreciation for his English teacher," kidded Gwen.

"I've got to tell you that I'm confused at how well you're taking this whole incident. If he were my boyfriend and you were rubbing your amazing breasts in his face, I'd be very upset. Is it that I'm older and don't pose a threat to you, or are you two some kind of swingers?"

"Hardly!" chuckled Gwen. "We're committed to a totally monogamous relationship. You're beautiful, have a great body, and you're intelligent. When Steve first asked me out, I thought it had to be a joke, or some kind of bet. You know how I was. Why would a super stud like Steve ask out a nerd like me? 

"After being with him for awhile, it became pretty obvious that one of my big fears was well founded. Women simply fall all over the guy. Who can blame them? All the women in my family are crazy about him, including my mother, aunt, and grandmother. Lisa fell for him really bad. You know how beautiful she is. Well, she kept finding reasons to be topless around him, always when I was present, I think. She loved the way he looked at her, but never made any advances. It became a bit of a game for her. She could see that he loved how she looked and it made her feel great, but she also knew he wouldn't pursue her. She was able to tease him, and kiss him without being attacked or groped.

"How many guys would have that sort of self-control with a girl like Lisa? Eventually, they established an understanding. He loves her. She loves him. They will always love each other, but they'll never have sex. It would ruin the love they have because it transcends sex. They're two people that care about each other deeply, like the best friends you could ever imagine. It's different with Steve and me. We're lovers and best friends. The two kinds of love are different, but both are amazing.

"Jordan was come to have pretty much the same arrangement with Steve. She loves him. He loves her, but they won't be having sex. Their respect for each other, and for me, simply makes it impossible. My sister Kate has it bad for Steve. So does my cousin, Stephanie. My mom and aunt have to rein themselves in around him.

"Now for the interesting part of my theory. The women that become like very close to Steve go on to date and fall in love with great guys. I believe it's because they raise their standards, and because Steve attracts loyal male friends with strong character. You know Lisa has become very serious about a West Point cadet? Jordan has fallen for a band mate that we think the world of and who treats her like a queen."

"Jordan and Lisa are two of the most beautiful women in the world. They can get any man they want, except for Steve. It's natural for them to find great guys," reasoned Ashley.

"Yes, except they didn't before they knew Steve. Lisa dated a couple decent guys and a few losers. Jordan was promiscuous and slept with real jerks. I really think that being around a man like Steve helped them refine their standards and realize that there are good men, but they had to learn what they wanted in a man."

"I guess you think I'm pretty pathetic as far as romance goes, especially after that absolute disaster I had at New Year's. I seem to date losers. That's one of the reasons that Steve made such an impression on me. He's everything a woman could ever want in a man," admitted Ashley before she realized that she may have exposed too much of her feelings about Steve and turned a bright red.

"What Steve and I think is, that you're beautiful, smart, and very capable, but need better friends, as well as male role models. We see this as a mutually beneficial situation. Steve really needs someone to have his back during the filming. It has to be someone we trust implicitly and has the brains and ability to get the job done. You'll get a nice pay check and be around Steve all the time. I'm convinced that it'll be good for you."

"What about my feelings for him? He knows how I feel. So do you. How do I look him in the eye now? What if I become lust crazed and try to seduce him again? I don't trust myself around Steve, so I know you shouldn't trust me," revealed Ashley.

"I think you'll do fine. Steve really likes you a lot. I can tell. He won't go to bed with you, but he won't complain if you jump into a hot tub with him and forget your top. How you behave around him is up to you, but Lisa, Jordan, and Kate love teasing him. He enjoys it, too, and watch his eyes if you need any proof that he appreciates your beauty. He's very expressive with them. You're already in love with what you know of him, but when you're around him a lot, you'll be in even deeper. At some point, that love will allow you to realize how special your friendship with him is, and how you'll want it forever. Your husband will understand that Steve is special to you, but he'll have me, Jordan, Lisa, Kate, Stephanie, and who knows who else in his life and treating him special. It'll be worth it to him!"

"Somehow, I believe you. The school's aware of my health issues and how my sister's problems have affected me. They suggested a few weeks ago that I take some time off to heal, so I know they'll let me take off the last couple of weeks of school. If you're willing to take a chance on me, I'll pack my bags. It's so exciting being with you two! I can't wait to see you guys make the movie." 

Friday afternoon saw Steve, Ashley, Gwen, Jordan, and Charlotte pull into Ashley's mother's driveway. "We moved into this house when Dad died and my mother got the insurance money. It's pretty big, so we'll all fit. Gwen and Steve can have the pink room on the end, while Jordan and Charlotte can have the other spare bedroom."

"Steve and I can't sleep together! He's taking your sister to the dance. He can't come home and jump into bed with a different woman after romancing your sister. I'll sleep with Becky. That way she won't dare stay out too late, or try too hard to steal Steve away. How's that for planning?" asked Gwen to the group.

"You've slept with me a few times, but you never let me go on a date with Steve," complained Charlotte. "I hope Becky realizes how lucky she is!" 

"Mom didn't tell Becky who my friends were. She just knows that I have some visiting. She's moping around her bedroom right now, according to a text from Mom. I bet this surprise will get her out of her funk!" laughed Ashley as she led the way up the drive.

Ashley's mother was an attractive blonde woman with a few extra pounds and a huge smile. "I can't believe you're staying with us this weekend! When Ashley told me that you were going to visit and take Becky to the formal, I cried. You saved Ashley's life that day the terrorists attacked your school, and now you're going to do the same for Becky. I can't thank you kids enough!"

"Mom! Don't put too much pressure on Steve, Gwen, and Jordan. They're here to help, but it's going to require some effort from Becky. I'm going to go get her and bring her down."

The group kept chatting with Mrs. Summers until they heard Ashley descending the stairs. She led a lovely blonde girl into the kitchen.

"This is my sister, Becky. Becky, these are some friends of mine. There's Charlotte, Jordan, Gwen, and...."

"Steve Hammer!" exclaimed Becky. "I've watched your TV show, the concert one, too. I don't know how many times I watched that 'Lady in Red' video on YouTube. I can't believe you're staying with us!"

Gwen and Jordan exchanged smiles as Becky seemed unfazed that Steve brought his co-stars with him. Steve had been coached for days about treating Becky extremely well, so he began immediately.

"I've heard so much about you from your sister, but I think she might be a bit jealous of you because she didn't begin to tell me how pretty you are," complimented Steve as he stepped close to Becky and hugged her to his chest. "I've got a few things to talk to you about, so would you walk with me for a little while?"

Becky couldn't conceal her surprise as Steve took her hand and led her out the door. "My God!" exclaimed Mrs. Summers. "That boy oozes charm. If he doesn't cheer Becky up, nothing will!"

"I don't know why you want to talk to me. I'm just Ashley's sister, her freak sister with one hand," began Becky. "Guys are repulsed by me."

Steve stopped and turned to face the girl. "Let's get a few things clear right now. I know you lost a hand. I know it bothers you far more than it should. When you had your left hand, did boys spend a lot of time looking at it and complimenting you on it? Ashley said you've dated quite a lot. What did the boys like about you that made you popular?"

"I don't know. My smile, my hair, my figure, and my personality all entered into it," admitted Becky.

"That's right. You're beautiful. You're a beautiful, intelligent, personable girl that lost a hand in an accident. How much do you honestly think that affects your desirability?" asked Steve.

"Well, it has to make a difference. I'm handicapped now. I can't do all the things I used to do to take care of myself."

"You're not handicapped very much. You're selfish and self centered. I was in Afghanistan with my father. I saw guys that lost arms and legs, and they still played football and baseball! They never asked for special treatment or consideration, except to be treated like men.

"Did you know that your sister was so depressed after all of your problems that she's on a very strong antidepressant? Did you even consider her feelings, or your mom's? Do you think they didn't suffer when you were hurt? They suffered a lot, but what hurts them more is your lack of guts and responsibility. You want to quit. Where would that leave them? 

"I'm not good at this. We came here to see you and to see if we can help get you back on an even keel. I'm taking you to that formal tomorrow night and I expect you to show me a good time. I want to meet your friends and hear stories about the things you did growing up. I want you to reward me for my effort by being as beautiful, charming, and personable as I think you're able to be."

"You're taking me to the formal? You think you can waltz in here and declare that you're taking me out whether I agree, or not? Maybe I don't want to go, and maybe you aren't God's gift to women like you seem to think! Besides, I don't have a dress to wear and it's too late to get a nice one. You'd better stick with your gorgeous girlfriend."




Lady in Red Ch. 27



"I told them a stone cold fox like you would never go for it. They even brought some kind of gown with them for you to wear, as if you'd jump at the chance to go to the dance with me. You can get any guy you want. The other kids in your class would probably laugh at you if you showed up with me as your date. They all know you can do a lot better."

"You brought a gown with you? No one would laugh at me if I went to the formal with you. You're Steve Hammer! The other girls would be insanely jealous. I guess I can go with you if the gown fits okay. Somehow it seems like you're just playing with me. You knew I could never pass up a date with you."

"Then it's a date? The other thing is that Jordan, Gwen, and Ashley want to go into Sherman with you tomorrow to shop for whatever it is that girls always shop for. Would it bother you to be seen with Gwen and Jordan all day and then be my date at night?" 

"Now I know you're making fun of me. If Gwen doesn't mind being seen with the bitch that's going to be with her man at my Senior formal, I sure won't mind being seen in town with her and Jordan Quick. This town will be talking about this weekend for years to come."

"So, Lefty, it's a date? You'll try to act happy to be with me? We'll dance every dance with each other unless we give permission for someone else to dance with our partner, okay?"

"You called me 'Lefty'?" asked Becky in amazement. "Is that some sort of cruel dig at my handicap?"

"I just told you that you don't have a handicap. From now on, you're 'Lefty' to me. It'll prove that you're tough and have a sense of humor when friends hear me call you that. From now on, your attitude is that you have one hand... deal with it!" stated Steve firmly.

"I can't believe you!" stuttered Becky. "I lost my left hand and you want to nickname me 'Lefty'. Is that even politically correct? You sure don't lack for nerve. I guess it came in handy when you went into that school with those armed terrorists waiting for you. You're just trying to push my limits. You can call me 'Lefty' any time you want if you carry me back inside with Mom and Ashley watching and give me a big kiss. Let's see how much nerve you have in front of your amazing girlfriend."

"What do you think they're talking about for so long?" worried Mrs. Summers. "Becky has been as prickly as a cactus since her accident. I hope she isn't giving Steve a hard time."

"Mrs. Summers, women don't give Steve a hard time, just a hard on," laughed Jordan. "She's probably begging him to let her have his babies by now."

Gwen, Ashley, Jordan, and even Mrs. Summers were laughing when Steve carried Becky through the door and announced, "Lefty has agreed to go to the formal with me!"

The silence was deafening as the women watched Becky and waited for her reaction. "He called me 'Lefty', but he has more to do to earn that right" grinned Becky as she turned to look at Steve as he held her in his arms.

Steve moved his head down and kissed Becky for a long time as the women watched in surprise. When Steve finally removed his lips from Becky's she sighed loudly.

"He can call me 'Lefty' any time he wants. I wondered if he'd kiss me in front of his beautiful girlfriend. He didn't hold back at all. I hope you're not angry, Gwen. I just had to get back at him for giving me that nickname."

"That's fine," replied Gwen. "I can make him stop referring to you by that insensitive nickname. Just let me have a minute alone with him."

"No! I like when he calls me 'Lefty'. I want people to know that Steve has a special nickname for me and that he doesn't mind that I don't have a left hand. I'm going to the formal with your boyfriend tomorrow night. I don't know how late we'll be, so it'll be best if no one waits up."

Mrs. Summers was ecstatic to the point of crying as she listened to her daughter in amazement. The tears finally won out and began trickling down her cheeks. Ashley was almost as stunned and pleased as her mother. 

"We won't wait up, but you're sharing your bed with Gwen tonight and tomorrow night, so you'd better be careful. She's loaning her boyfriend, but don't try seducing him, or running off with him. She's already risked drowning, getting shot, and being blown up for the guy, so you'd better be careful." 

"Really? So Steve will be sleeping alone? I may be getting to bed very late tomorrow night. Gwen, please don't wait up."

"Ashley, you told us your sister was recovering from a traumatic event and may need some cheering up. Either you misjudged her badly, or Steve is a miracle worker. She seems positively radiant," observed Gwen.

Steve spent most of the evening studying his lines while the females spent hours laughing, talking, and planning for Becky's formal. Long after he went to bed, Steve could hear Gwen and Becky speaking in low tones in Becky's bedroom.

The next evening, Becky chattered endlessly as Steve drove to the school for the formal. "You should have seen the faces on my friends when they saw me shopping with Gwen Anderson and Jordan Quick! They couldn't believe it. Total strangers asked us all for autographs. They thought that Ashley and I must be famous too, since we were with them.

"It was one of the best days of my life and I haven't even shown up with my date yet! Every other girl in the school is going to be so jealous. I can't wait. I won't dance with anyone without your permission and you'll follow the same rules for me, right? I know I'm not your real girlfriend, but hold me as tight as you dare and don't let me do anything stupid, okay?"

From the moment Steve and Becky entered the room, it was obvious to Steve that it was going to be a very special night for Becky. Girls flocked to her, asking to be introduced. Becky managed to keep her smile down to a brilliant glow as she introduced Steve to everyone she met. The teachers and parent chaperones appeared to be impressed as well.

For his part, Steve fawned over Becky. He danced with her for the first seven dances and then Becky began to allow her friends to have a dance with him. When they did sit down, Becky sat close to Steve and he made a point of being very attentive to her. Near the end of the evening, Steve was prevailed upon to sing for those in attendance. The music had been supplied by a very good DJ, but there was a piano off to the side on the small stage.

Steve asked Becky to accompany him and to hold the only available microphone for him as he sang. She beamed to the crowd as she sat next to Steve at the piano. Steve gave his best rendition of the old Van Morrison song, 'Have I Told You Lately?' The audience remained silent as he delivered the song while playing the piano. Near the end of the song, Becky was shaking as she held the microphone. When he finished, everyone cheered and yelled their approval as Steve leaned over and gave Becky a light kiss on the lips.

After the dance, Steve and Becky joined some of her friends at an all night restaurant. Again, Steve went out of his way to be friendly with everyone, but especially to be attentive to Becky. When they drove home, Becky was euphoric.

"That was the best time I've ever had! You were great. Everyone wanted to know how I knew you and why you were there with me, rather than Gwen. They knew she was in town since everyone saw her and was talking about how beautiful she and Jordan are. I just told them that Gwen loaned you to me for the evening. They were so jealous.

"I danced with some of the guys in my class and they all treated me good, but they were afraid to mention my accident. I kept surprising them by bringing it up. I wanted them to know I was over the grieving stage and wanted to get on with my life now. They all seemed relieved and they relaxed a lot more. I can see where I was making everyone tense with my attitude about my lost hand. I was a miserable bitch and they didn't know how to get me out of my funk.

"But you did. I couldn't believe how you talked about my hand when we first met and how you announced that you were going to call me 'Lefty' from now on. Did you see people look at me for my reaction whenever you called me that in front of them? They thought I would explode, but I just smiled and told them it was your private nickname for me. 

"Gwen told me about how her sisters, her cousin, Jordan, and even her mom and aunt adore you. She said they love to tease and flirt with you because you're a great guy and because you'd never take advantage of them. She's really proud of you and she really, really loves you. Now I know why. You're the best guy I ever met. Can I be a special friend like Gwen's sisters and Jordan? Can I treat you like a brother and tease you like that? Will I ever even see you again?"

"Ashley's coming to L.A. with us, and then to Florida. She's going to keep an eye out for me by acting as my assistant, whatever that means. I bet she'd be glad to have you visit some weekend or even longer after school is out. I'll always be your friend and would love to have you be another sister. I want all the quality people I can find to be my friends and family. You certainly fit the bill. Would you like to see us make the movie?"

Gwen had gone to bed at eleven and was sleeping when Becky came into the room. "Gwen, can you wake up and talk with me for a while? Steve was incredible tonight. Everyone was amazed that he was my date. He was a gentleman, so don't worry about that. He's wonderful. No wonder you fell in love with him."

"Welcome to my world," laughed Gwen as she rubbed her eyes. "He makes women fall in love with him without even trying. Tell me how everything went, and what your friends said when they saw you were there with Steve. I know you must be excited to talk about it." 

Early the following afternoon, Steve, Gwen, Jordan, Ashley and Charlotte climbed into the SUV to travel to the airport. Becky had clung to Steve and kissed him several times when they prepared to leave. Mrs. Summers was almost as expressive. 

"You've given Becky back to us!" she sobbed as she hugged Steve to her ample bosom. "She's already looking forward to flying to L.A. or Florida to watch you make that movie. Ashley is happier than I've seen her in a long time. You're aces high with this family. Thanks so much, Steve!" 

"That went well," observed Charlotte dryly as the group made its way back to the interstate. "One night with Steve changed Becky's life dramatically. Why doesn't that surprise me?"

"You kids have been great to me and my family. I knew Becky would enjoy going on a date with Steve, but I had no idea he'd be so adept at helping her pull her head out of her ass. She's a different person today. If you had told me that she'd like the nickname 'Lefty' a couple days ago I'd have called you nuts. Thanks, guys, especially you, Steve."

"I'd like to take credit for everything, but it was all Gwen's idea. She even coached me on how to treat Becky to be sure her self esteem had a much needed lift," confessed Steve. "It was all Gwen."

"I had the idea for you to take her to the formal and we talked about how you had to be very attentive to her all night, but you were brilliant. You even called her 'Lefty' and made it her special nickname. I never would've dared try that! Somehow you made her see how much she had going for her. I came up with the idea, but you made it work. You make me look like a relationship guru." 

The group made it to Los Angeles at dusk. They were checked into their rooms within the hour. Jordan was sharing a room with Charlie and Gwen was rooming with Steve. Charlotte and Ashley each had their own room. Clyde met them all in the dining room after they had unpacked. He was cordial to Ashley and Charlotte when they were introduced.

"You kids have done everything I asked and then some. Jordan, I can't tell you how proud I am of the way you turned things around. When I left you with Steve and Gwen that Sunday, I wondered if one of you would wind up murdered. Now you're all best friends and you even have a gentleman friend that seems to have his head screwed on straight.

"Gwen and Steve, you know how I feel about you guys. We have an ambitious schedule and have to work hard to keep it. The most important thing is to get all of Steve's parts filmed before he has to report to Annapolis. We can always film the scenes without him after he's gone."

"I'm not the director, but as one of the producers, I get some input into the filming. You'll be doing a lot of the ending of the movie first. As you may, or may not know, movies are not shot in the order the scenes appear. The early parts of the movie occur outside at the beach, so we'll film them in Florida in a few weeks. I know you kids never made a movie before, but you're all mature and intelligent, so it should come naturally to you.

"On Wednesday, Steve and Jordan are going to film their love scene. Jordan, you can request a closed set so only the needed crew is there. This movie will be probably be PG, but you'll be topless and while the final edit won't show any bits and pieces that you don't want seen, the people that are present for the filming may get an eyeful."

"I'll talk it over with Charlie tonight," replied Jordan. "I've never been shy, but I never had a wonderful boyfriend before and I don't want to do anything to upset him."

"Don't worry about me. I'm a big boy and I understand it's a movie. We'll talk it over, but I do think a closed set would be best."

"Can Gwen, Ashley and Charlotte be there? I'd feel better if I had some friends for support," revealed Jordan.

"Sure, it'll be a closed set, except for them. Just do your best and remember that sooner you get it exactly right, the sooner you'll be done with the scene," advised Clyde.

"Great! I'd hate to have to film the scene over and over, watching Steve with his clothes off for hours," laughed Jordan.

"I'll be wearing shorts at the very least," insisted Steve as he looked from Jordan to Clyde, who had an evil grin as he returned Steve's stare. "Ah, man, I don't think I can be naked with Jordan and not embarrass myself. Charlie and Gwen, you may not want to be there." 

"Really? Jordan wants me there. You'll do fine. We'll wear the little guy out the night before so Jordan's charms have no effect on you, so don't worry," promised Gwen.

"Gwen, there's no way you can wear that guy down enough that he won't respond to my 'charms', as you call them. He'll have to be dead to resist the heat I'll be bringing! You'll be able to take notes and learn a few things for your big scene."

"Which will be on Friday," interrupted Clyde. "Like Jordan, you'll be able to decide who's allowed on the set while you're filming. Thursday is open in case the director feels that Jordan and Steve didn't have it exactly right on Wednesday and need more work. A car will be around at five tomorrow morning to pick you up for the set, so you'd better get some sleep. We'll be putting in some long days." 

The first day was a 'sink or swim' day for Gwen, Jordan, and Steve. They went to wardrobe, practiced their lines for a few minutes, and then went in front of the cameras. They began with less involved interactions in the morning, but by afternoon were performing scenes critical to the movie. Soon Tuesday and the love scene between Jordan and Steve arrived.

"Jordan, I'm little worried about all of this," admitted Steve as they climbed into the van taking them to the set. "I want to do well, but I don't want to overstep my bounds, or upset Charlie. I just don't know how far to go and what I can and can't do." 

"I'm sure the director will set the boundaries for us, but don't worry about upsetting me or Charlie. We're adults and know how movies work. I want you to do what the director asks, and I'll do the same."

"Don't worry about me," added Charlie. "I know Jordan has a thing for you, but so does every other woman in the free world. Just don't keep screwing up so you have to shoot the scene over and over. That might get annoying after a few hours."

"This is pretty exciting! I'm going to get an idea of what to expect for our scene on Friday. You two just concentrate on each other and getting it right. I really want this movie to make money, even if it isn't Academy Award material. Remember that the hospital building fund gets a cut of the profits," stated Gwen as she held Steve's hand. "Make love to this beautiful girl like I know you can, except for any actual sex, of course."

"Thanks! All of you have cleared up my concerns....NOT!" worried Steve. "Just don't be getting upset with me if I do something wrong, whatever that may be!"

Once Steve and Jordan left wardrobe and appeared on the set, the director spent time explaining what he expected from the two actors. "Steve, keep in mind that you respect Jordan's family and you think she's the perfect girl. Be slow and gentle, but passionate.

"Jordan, just like in real life, you'll set the tone for Steve, He responds to your lead. This will only go as far as you want it to go. We'll be filming from many angles, so be aware that if your top is off, your breasts will be filmed. That said, we can and will, edit anything too hot for a PG movie, unless the studio decides to make it an R movie. That would keep almost anything in the film as long as it wasn't hard core. We want to keep it PG, so just be as natural as possible and we'll edit it to fit the rating."

Steve was nervous as they prepared to begin filming. There were numerous cameramen watching, as well as assistants, a few guests, and some people he had no idea why they were present. He took a few deep breaths, went over his lines and the directions he had been given and concentrated on Jordan. 

The scene began with Steve entering Jordan's bedroom. She smiled at Steve and he blocked out all the distractions as he focused on the beautiful girl walking into his arms. He gently kissed her but soon realized that Jordan wanted more. Steve responded.

Half an hour later, perspiration glistened on Steve's torso and Jordan was nude and limp in his arms when the director called a halt to the filming. The set had been silent for the filming and remained so afterward. A wardrobe girl carried two robes to Jordan and Steve as they slowly looked around.

"We never get these scenes in one take, but you kids may have managed to do just that. We'll probably shoot a few parts of the scene after we look at it on film, but that was outstanding work! You two really clicked and it showed. Go get something to eat and rest for awhile. I know how much those scenes take out of actors."

"My God, Gwen! Did you see those two? That was the hottest thing I've ever seen," declared Charlotte as they hurried around the set to join Steve and Jordan. "I don't know about you, but I'm absolutely dripping right now. If I hadn't seen it, I'd never have believed it. I feel like Billy and I have been shaking hands compared to the way Steve and Jordan were going just now." 

"Are you angry with me?" asked Jordan as soon as Charlie and Gwen reached her side. "It kind of got out of hand. I constantly pushed Steve, but there's no quitting in that boy. He just kept bringing it. I feel like I just ran a marathon. Are you okay, Charlie?"

"I'll be a lot better when we get back to your dressing room! That was incredibly hot! You guys had some amazing chemistry going there. It'll carry the movie to success, even if the rest of it turns out mediocre, which it won't," predicted Charlie as he hugged Jordan with his left arm and shook Steve's hand with his right."

"Steve, I have to get you back to the dressing room right now!" insisted Gwen as she wrapped her arms around Steve after he shook Charlie's hand. "Ashley and Charlotte, could you give us half an hour or so?"

"Okay, but I don't think either one of you will last thirty seconds," laughed Ashley. "I'm so worked up I don't know what to do. I can't believe how sexy that scene was."




Lady in Red Ch. 27



It was almost an hour later when Gwen and Steve emerged from Steve's dressing room. "I hated to bother you, but they want you in wardrobe so you'll be ready for your next scene," apologized Charlotte. "I was making all kinds of noises in the hall to cover your moans. I pretended to be talking real loud on my phone most of the time. You must be exhausted."

"I feel great!" contradicted Gwen. "Jordan thinks she's delivered a performance I can't top, but I have the advantage of knowing what she did, and how she did it. I can't wait until Friday!"

Steve returned to the set after lunch and kept getting compliments form everyone he met. At first he was embarrassed but he soon realized the kind words were sincere. Apparently he had done a very credible job with Jordan. 

The group met every night for dinner at the hotel and the love scene was the main topic. Jordan explained some of what she was thinking during the scene, but Steve maintained that he didn't remember thinking anything. He simply reacted to Jordan. 

"You'd better be able to react to me like that," warned Gwen as she kissed his cheek. "We're going to turn up the heat Friday. Yeah, Jordan looked amazing and her body is perfect, and the chemistry was unbelievable, but you haven't seen anything yet. I've decided that Steve and I will go without sex until night, just to get us on edge for our big scene."

The group broke into laughter when Steve made a long face and began to pout. "You'd better keep him close," warned Charlotte. "Every female connected to this movie's been talking about Steve, his body, his looks, and how Jordan turned him into a sexual tiger. Tie him to the bed because he won't have to look far to find someone to fill that need you're denying him. My door will be unlocked, by the way." 

Gwen was good to her word and withheld sex. She knew it wasn't a huge imposition, but she wanted to send Steve a message. He needed to bring his A game Friday.

Once again the director explained the background and what he expected from Gwen and Steve. "Gwen has been insulting you. You dislike her brothers and the way they treat you. She's too trashy for your tastes and constantly derides Jordan, but you also find yourself very attracted to her. It all comes to a head here. 

"Bt this stage of the movie, the audience has picked up on the under riding passion the two of you create when you're near each other. That passion has often been anger, but that will change in a heartbeat. Remember that this isn't forced sex. It's consensual, but very edgy. This won't be easy, but I think with some work, we can make it really good."

Steve once again concentrated on his character and how he'd react to Gwen. Then the director called for quiet and told them to begin.

"You're just like the rest of your family," sneered Steve. "You're too stubborn to learn, and too lazy to try. You'll be making your living on your back, you slut!"

Then Steve's head reeled from the slap Gwen laid on him! Stunned by the force of the blow, Steve shook his head. He and Gwen had discussed the scene with the director. She was supposed to slap him. Then he was supposed to become angry and push Gwen down and gradually seduce her as she weakly struggled against him. The slap she delivered held far more force than Steve had anticipated.

"You bitch!" snarled Steve instinctively as he reached out, grabbed a hand full of Gwen's shirt and pulled her to him. Then he suddenly gave a hard yank down and the front of her shirt disappeared, revealing her perfect breasts.

Gwen was completely taken by surprise by Steve's actions. Her hand immediately came around to slap him again. This time Steve was prepared. He caught her hand and held it with his, even as he sneered at her effort. Gwen's left hand shot out and caught the front of his button down shirt and ripped a large piece from it. 

Steve pulled the hand he still had in his and twisted at the same time. Gwen had no choice but to step closer as he cruelly bent her arm behind her back. Her breasts were lodged tightly against his bare chest when he suddenly reached down and ran his hand under Gwen's short skirt.

There was the sound of ripping fabric and then Steve was holding her thong in front of his face. He gave it a quick sniff, and then nodded his head as if he suddenly possessed new knowledge. He released Gwen's hand that he held behind her back and quickly bent down. He forced both arms between Gwen's legs, grabbed her hips, and then stood back up. Gwen instinctively bend her knees to prevent being dumped over backwards and began raining blows down on Steve's shoulders. His face was buried in her cleavage, so she had no opportunity to strike it.

Steve moved forward and pinned Gwen to a wall. Then he slowly moved her up and down, allowing his face and lips to come into contact with her neck down to her stomach. Gwen slowed in the frequency and power of her blows as Steve alternated between kissing and biting Gwen's soft flesh. Finally, she wrapped her arms around his head and pulled his face to her breasts. His face remained buried there for several seconds. Then he slowly began raising Gwen higher. She tried to cover her breasts as they rose above his head.

When Steve was satisfied that Gwen was high enough, he suddenly ducked his head under her skirt. Gwen's face registered shock and then pleasure as one hand moved down to hold Steve's head under her skirt. After a few moments, Gwen bit her lip and moaned loudly. That was Steve's signal to slowly lower her, biting and kissing her stomach before her bosom reached the level of his face. Gwen took her left breast in her hand and held it to Steve's mouth. Steve bit down on the proffered nipple. Gwen convulsed and moaned again. 

Then Steve placed Gwen on the floor and kissed her lips hard. She kissed him back. When he finally pulled back from her, she slapped his face again, just before dropping to her knees. She loosened his belt and jeans and slid them down, taking his boxers with them. She bit his lower stomach a few times and then buried her face in his groin as he held her head with both hands. After a few seconds, Steve grabbed a hand full of Gwen's hair and pulled her to her feet. He stepped out of his jeans and the effortlessly picked her up and carried her to the nearby bedroom. 

He sat on the edge of the bed and easily flipped Gwen over and spanked her ass several times before tossing her into the center of the bed and moved to cover her. Gwen quickly pulled her feet in and pushed against Steve's chest. She lifted him a short way before he slid his arms between her knees and spread her legs apart. That allowed him to land on her with his face in her chest. 

Charlotte, Jordan, and Ashley had all been holding their breath as they watched the scene unfold. They had never seen this side of Gwen, or Steve. It was like watching two lions struggle for dominance before the female allowed the male to mount her. Steve was working hard to dominate a very strong and determined Gwen. 

Somehow the two lovers found themselves in the missionary position with Steve moving on top of Gwen. They would kiss briefly and then nibble on each other's skin. Suddenly Gwen stiffened and moaned loudly again. Sweat covered her body as she suddenly rolled over on top of Steve and began riding him hard. Perspiration dripped from her nipples as she moved rapidly back and forth on Steve. He shuddered, reached up, grabbed Gwen and pulled her down to him. They kissed passionately for what seemed forever. Then Gwen rolled off Steve with the cover clutched to her bosom. The couple lay side by side, breathing hard.

After half a minute, the director croaked out the order 'cut!' Gwen broke into a big smile as she leaned back over Steve and kissed him. Steve responded by pulling her closer and kissed her long and hard.

"Oh my God!" gasped Jordan as the three girls hurried to the bed occupied by Steve and Gwen. "Did you guys really make love, or were you just acting? It looked so much like you were really doing it. Your orgasms looked so real!" 

"We're trained professionals," replied Gwen with a grin as she accepted a robe from a girl and quickly pulled in on and tied it. Steve was trying to wait for Ashley, Jordan, and Charlotte to leave, or at least look away. When it became evident that they intended to stay and watch, Steve shrugged, stood up, turned his back to the women, and pulled the robe on. He heard a gasp and turned to his left to see the wardrobe girl blushing, with a hand held over her mouth.

"Hey, I did a scene with the big guy the other day, so I know why she was so surprised," laughed Jordan. "When I say 'big guy' I'm not talking about Steve!"

Once again, the director expressed confidence that one take of the scene would probably suffice unless there were problems with camera angles or some other technical issue. He assured them that he often spent the better part of a week getting love scenes right, and the chemistry the girls had with Steve made his job a lot easier.

Clyde joined them for dinner at the hotel that night. He was all smiles as he spoke about the reports he was getting back from the set. "It's great working with people that want to get things right and done as fast as they can. You kids are doing a great job. I never heard of an Academy Award for loves scenes, but if there was such a thing, you'd all be in the running. At least that's what I'm hearing. I've never seen movie people so impressed with a couple scenes as the crew is with yours. I guess it was something to see, which a few hundred million people will, if this goes the way I hope.

"I want to rehearse for the Christmas show this weekend. We'll tape it next weekend, so try to get some family out here for that. I know it feels funny doing Christmas stuff now, but that's show business. We'll keep it pretty traditional with singing and dancing and holiday stories. You know what to expect. We're just going to do it better than anyone else has done it before. The network is very happy with the ratings for your shows. They'll air them all within the month. I'd have no trouble negotiating a big TV contract for you if you want to forget college and the Academy and go into TV."

Gwen and Steve both assured Clyde that they intended to remain on their career track, but thanked him for the thought. Before they finished their dessert, Steve's phone rang. He answered it and quickly excused himself and walked away from the group. A short time later, he returned with a big grin.

"That was the White House. It seems that there's a trade meeting with eastern European countries taking place in Moscow the weekend before I report to the Academy. President Novokov has asked that Gwen and I attend the state dinner. The guy on the phone gave me the distinct impression that we couldn't refuse this invitation. So I accepted."

"Wow! That's really jamming things into the last month before you go into the Academy," worried Gwen. "I know we can't refuse, especially when you're going to be working for Uncle Sam for quite some time. You don't want to start off on the wrong foot. Are they at least flying us first class? Is Jordan, or anyone else included?"

"We can't go to an affair like this without family, can we? I asked for a table to be reserved for us," replied Steve. "Jordan, Charlie, Charlotte, Billy, Lisa, Jason, Kate, Ashley and your folks are all on the list. Tell your dad he'll have to rent another tux." 

"Billy and I get to go?" asked a stunned Charlotte. "I can't believe they'd let you bring nobodies like us to a state dinner! In Moscow? This is awesome!"

"Don't make too much out of it. There are hundreds of people at these things and a lot of them are there for the simple reason that they donate a lot of money to various campaigns. Some of them even get to go to Moscow. If we bump a couple lobbyists off the list, big deal. You and Billy will be voting for the next fifty years, so it would be nice to meet some of the people asking for your support. There'll be at least fifty Americans at the dinner, not counting us."

"That was really nice of you to include my family. That's one of the reasons I love you so much. Now I want you t give me the contact information for whoever just called you. I need to add a couple names to the list," stated Gwen matter-of-factly as she pulled Steve's phone off his hip.

"I saw a big reason you love him so much this morning," cracked Charlotte as Gwen studied the screen of Steve's phone. "He turned you into Jell-O, several times!"

"It's getting late back on the east coast, so I'll call Jen tomorrow and tell her that she, her mother, and grandmother will be joining us, and the President of the United States, for dinner at the Kremlin," revealed Gwen when she returned to the table. "That's my idea of revenge for being so cruel to your mother. She'd expect you to be like her and act selfishly, without regard to the feelings of others. You'll be kind and generous to her and it'll hurt her, at least a little."

"You really aren't too good at the revenge thing," observed Jordan dryly. "You're going to be so nice to her that she'll feel guilty? At least you don't fight like a girl, although it was pretty obvious that Steve was fighting with a girl. You looked so hot all angry and determined to beat up on Steve when he ripped your shirt off. I couldn't believe he did that!"

"I was pretty surprised, too," admitted Gwen. "I don't think he was expecting me to slap him so hard, but when I did, he responded. Boy, did he respond!"



Lady in Red Ch. 28



The weekend was spent rehearsing for the Christmas show that had already been contracted for CBC. Gwen, Jordan, and Steve were up at four. They were in the van, and riding to the studio by five AM.

"If people think making movies is an easy job, they should follow us around for a few days. Charlie, Ashley and Charlotte wanted to sleep in. They decided last night that if they arrived at the studio by seven, they'd be in plenty of time for everything and still get some sleep," stated Jordan as she tried unsuccessfully to stifle a big yawn. 

By Sunday evening, Clyde was satisfied that his stars were prepared to tape the Christmas show the next weekend. "I've completed some negotiations with CBC earlier this week. They spent around half a billion dollars for the rights to broadcast pro football on Saturday nights. They want Jordan to sing their opening song. And they want Charlie and her to write it, if they can. They have a mediocre one written already, but they're hoping for something with more pizzazz. Jordan, you've become a hot commodity. CBC wants you to do their morning show concert on Labor Day weekend. You're on top again and bigger than ever!"

"I don't know what to say, except thanks to Gwen, Steve, and Charlie. I'm still going to attend Lisa's school this fall and try for a business degree. I'll do concerts and recordings around my schedule. I hope I get to do more TV shows and movies, too. I'll do anything that includes Gwen and/or Steve. This time, I'm going to keep my head straight and make it last. I owe it all to you, Clyde, for making me enter rehab and then putting me with Gwen's family. Thanks!" 

"That isn't all. I have a few of the glamour magazines asking about using you and Gwen on the cover. I just need to work out the details, but can I assume that you're each fine with sharing a cover with the other?"

"I'd be honored to appear on any cover with Jordan," replied Gwen quickly. "She's really helped my career and been like a sister to me. That was one of the luckiest days of my life when you sent her home with us. It started rough and got worse fast when Steve poured soap down her throat, but look where we wound up."

"I feel the same," agreed Jordan. "Gwen's my best friend and the sister I always wanted. It'd be great!" 

"Good! I thought you'd feel that way. I don't know if you two have been following your press, but you're at the top, or near it, of every poll about the most beautiful, sexiest women in the world. Considering your ages and that you're still in high school, that's amazing. Do you still want your paychecks going to the hospital fund? You've given them more than they could have dreamed of. If you want to start putting it in your own bank account, they couldn't complain."

"I hope to work at that hospital someday and I want to keep channeling everything I get to them," responded Gwen immediately. "I can understand Jordan wanting to build up her bank account, so I won't blame her if she keeps her share."

"No way! My old songs are making me more money than ever now that I'm making hits again. I really believe that I've been given this second chance because I'm helping the hospital," confessed Jordan.

"Did you hear that, Steve? I'm considered one of the sexiest women in the world. I bet you never thought that would happen when you first saw me sitting at the mall."

"You couldn't be more wrong. The first time I saw you, I knew you were the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world. It just took a while for the rest of the planet to realize what I already knew," boasted Steve.

"You have a knack for saying the right thing at the right time!" grinned Gwen as she hugged Steve. "I knew you were a real hunk long before you sat down with me that day. I had watched you walk by the food court earlier. At that time, I never thought we'd be sleeping together, but I sure daydreamed about it."

"Not to change the subject from sex, but did you kids get some family lined up for next week's taping of the show?" asked Clyde. "This is a show about an old fashioned family Christmas, so we need some family!" 

"I seem to be responsible for getting family to attend. So far, I have my parents, grandparents on Mom's side, Kate, Lisa, Lisa's beau, my Aunt Diane, Uncle Will, and Cousin Stephanie.

"I asked Ashley and her sister, Becky, to be in it since they're close friends, along with Charlotte and her boyfriend, Billy. I called Jordan's mother, which pissed Jordan off for a few days, and she's agreed to come. 

"Then I contacted Steve's Aunt Janice and her daughter Jen. They're coming, but his grandmother declined. Janice said that her mother is feeling pretty guilty about her treatment of Steve's mother years ago. The really good news is that Steve's grandfather, William Patterson, is coming. He said he'd rather not be on television, but he wants to meet Steve, as well as watch Jen and Janice when they tape the TV show.

"For some reason, I never even thought about asking him. Jen told us she had a grandfather, but he wasn't with them in Paris and I forgot all about him. Imagine forgetting a grandparent. I didn't even know their last name was Patterson! That was embarrassing. The good news is that he was very cordial and warm on the phone. I think Steve and I will like him."

"Great! Now, you kids will have to put in long hours this week. I want to get as much of the movie filmed as possible before the weekend. Then we'll tape the TV show before you all go back home for your graduation on Tuesday. We'll be headed to Florida a couple days after your graduation for all of the beach and outdoor scenes.

"I'm negotiating the movie rights about the terrorist attack with a major studio. Forget HBO or Lifetime. We'll get a lot more than a TV network will pay. I'm working on getting some money for the families of the kids that died, as well as those badly wounded, and some for the school. Your portion will go to the hospital fund. They could technically make the movie with no permission, but that usually causes resentment, and litigation, so they are paving the way with cash. I expect to reach an agreement on compensation for all the parties. The story's mostly about you two, and they want to use your names and endorsement, so they're negotiating. The hospital will get the lion's share of the money. You don't have time to be in it this fall, so it'll be interesting to see who they get to be Gwen and Steve." 

The next week was a grueling one for the actors, and their PA's. Steve and Gwen spent a lot of time separated since many of the scenes they were in did not include the other. Jordan spent time filming with each of them separately and they did a few scenes where the three appeared together.

Ashley constantly watched after Steve, making sure he was at the right place at the right time, knew his lines, was dressed appropriately for the scene, and made time to eat his meals and drink lots of water. She would argue with the crew if she felt they were demanding too much from him. She had the make-up people keep Steve prepared for his scenes.

As Steve became comfortable with Ashley, he relied on her more. By Wednesday afternoon, they were frequently laughing and joking with each other.

Wednesday evening, Ashley approached Gwen after the group had finished dinner. "I want to thank you for taking me on for this job, Gwen. It's been a real learning experience, a lot of work, and a lot of fun. As you know, I really enjoy being with Steve. He's just amazing. He works hard, is always polite, never complains, and looks fantastic. 

"I have to keep the actresses away from him. They're attracted to him like moths to the flame. I understand how they feel, but I still have to keep him away from them so he can concentrate on his performance. He's a very good actor. He's good at everything, now that I think about it. I still have dreams about that love scene you two did. That was amazing. You're a lucky girl to have him. He's devoted to you."

"He's amazing alright. I'm constantly pinching myself to see if this is a dream. Jordan, Charlie, and Charlotte are joining Steve and me in the hot tub in half an hour. We'll drink some sodas and talk about the movie, so why don't you join us? I know Steve and Charlie would like that."

"You've no idea how intimidating it is to be next to you and Jordan," responded Ashley. "Like Clyde said, you're two of the sexiest, most beautiful women in the world. I'll don't have the curves you two have."

"Let me tell you something Steve told me, although I always suspected it," began Gwen. "Guys like pretty girls. They like girls' boobs. They like big ones, small ones, and medium sized ones. They seldom meet a breast they don't like. You're extremely attractive and have a great figure. Men like looking at you. Never feel like you're an also-ran. Come on down and relax with us. You'll get to watch Steve's chest muscles ripple when he moves, and see his washboard abs."

"Since you put it that way, I'll be there!" laughed Ashley.

She joined the group half an hour later just after they had settled into the spa. She wore a modest one piece suit. Ashley wasn't surprised to see Jordan and Gwen in very small bikinis, but was stunned when Charlotte stood up to retrieve a can of soda that had rolled away. She was wearing a thong bikini that revealed a surprisingly shapely derrière. Her breasts were small compared to Jordan and Gwen, but looked perfect on her narrow, thin frame.

"What? You didn't think I'd wear a thong?" asked Charlotte when she saw Ashley's surprise. "Gwen convinced me that I have a nice ass and I should flaunt it. Since I have no boobs to speak of, I decided to show off the only real mounds of flesh I have. What do you think?"

"You surprised me. You were always so prim and proper in school and now you're like a different person. Not every girl can wear a thong, but you look great in it. How does Billy like it?"

"He hasn't seen me in it, yet," admitted Charlotte. "He's seen me without any clothes at all and seems to like what he sees. I used to worry because I wasn't built like you, Jordan, and Gwen, but I've finally come to realize that I'm very acceptable to a lot of guys. It's more about attitude. Smile, be happy, compliment people, and see the light side of things. I'm no supermodel, especially compared to you three, but I'm very much a woman and I can satisfy my guy. I'm good with that."

"You keep comparing me to Jordan and Gwen, but I'm not as beautiful, or sexy, or voluptuous as they are. I'm pretty average. Jordan and Gwen are incredible," stated Ashley.

"You seem to have vision problems, Ashley. What size cup is your bra. A C? What is your waist, 22 or 24? Your face is beautiful, your figure is perfect, and yet you tell me that you're average. If you were average, where would that leave me? Billy thinks you're hot. He told you so. Steve isn't saying much, as usual, but I've seen him looking and he approves of what he sees. But then, I've seen him sneaking peeks at my ass, so what does he know?" laughed Charlotte as Steve blushed. 

"The truth, as I see it, is that men like women. They like friendly, smart, attractive women the most, but almost all of us women have what they like and want. Embrace it! I don't know why you feel the need to play down your figure, looks, and brains, but it isn't a very good idea. You're not having much fun that way. 

"Your sister is very similar to you physically, but I heard you tell her several times how sexy she looked and how pretty she was. When you tell Becky that, you're saying it to yourself, since you're so similar. If you think she looks good, than you have to believe that you look good, too. Are Becky's boobs too small? Is she too fat? Too thin? Too tall? You know she's pretty close to perfect, which means that so are you."

Ashley had no response for Charlotte's observations. She did wear the same size as Becky, and Becky had a wonderful figure. They were the same height and weight and Becky was beautiful. Maybe she'd been a little harsh on herself. Maybe she didn't have to date such losers.

"Thanks, Charlotte. You've really changed a lot since last year. I remember how quiet and shy you were and how you never seemed to date. Now you're telling us that you feel desirable and have a boyfriend that agrees. You've matured a lot and have wonderful self esteem. When I'm with you guys, I feel like I'm the student and you're the teachers. This has been a great experience for me!"

The next evening, the group again made plans to meet in the hot tub. Gwen and Jordan exchanged glances when Ashley appeared in a bikini. Charlotte simply laughed.

"Wow! To think I was trying to build up your confidence last night. Gwen used to try to wring testimonials out of me about how good she looked, back when she had some doubts about being the sexiest woman in the world. If you have any doubts about how good you look in that bikini, look at the faces on Steve and Charlie."

Ashley blushed as she stepped into the tub, looking for a place to sit. Steve reached over, placed a hand on each of her hips, and lifted her onto his lap. Unable to conceal her surprise at Steve's actions, Ashley quickly looked to see Gwen's reaction. 

"See what happens when you get too close to that guy, especially when you're looking so hot and wearing so little," pointed out Jordan. "Now he'll force you to sit on his lap and you'll feel those abs and pecs pressed against your back and side. He'll sneak peeks down your top and pretend that he doesn't even realize he's still holding your hips. I'm lucky Charlie's here to protect me, or I know I'd have fallen prey to that awful man's sick desires."

"It takes some of the pressure off me," teased Gwen. "Now I can relax and feel the jets ease my tired muscles. You'll find that it's much tenser sitting on Steve's lap. No muscles get to relax when he has a beautiful woman in his grasp." 

Ashley grinned as she made a production of getting comfortable on Steve. "You're absolutely right, Gwen. I do feel some tense muscles, but they don't belong to me. Mine are all rubbery and weak right now. This boyfriend of yours is quite bold, and very hard...to resist!"

That evening was the ice breaker for Ashley. She finally felt comfortable with her relationship with Gwen and Steve. She often repeated in her head the things that Gwen had told her about Lisa's flirting and teasing and how much Steve enjoyed it. Gwen seemed totally fine with it, so Ashley decided that she was going to take a page from Lisa's book.

Relatives began arriving Friday afternoon for the weekend taping of the Christmas show for CBC. Clyde kept his stars working on the movie while he had a couple of stretch limos pick up the new arrivals at the airport. It happened that Gwen's family arrived at nearly the same time as Steve's, so they wound up sharing a ride to the hotel in a limo.

"Jen!" yelled Kate when she spotted Steve's cousin rolling her bag toward the limo. "Isn't this cool? We get to be in a TV show. None of this would've happened if your handsome cousin hadn't fallen for my beautiful sister so hard. Look what's happened already. Movies, concerts, TV shows, and there'll be a lot more, I'm sure.

"Hello, Mrs. Bennington. It's nice to see you again. I'm glad you came for the show. It's great that Steve finally has some family to share these amazing accomplishments with!"

"Young lady, are you my grandson's girlfriend, Gwen Anderson? You look different on TV. I'm William Patterson, Steve's grandfather, or so I am led to believe."

"I wish I was Gwen! She's my sister, and Steve's girlfriend. I'm Kate. This is my mother, Paula, my dad, Ted, my Aunt Diane, my uncle Will, and my cousin Stephanie. The two older people getting into the car are my grandparents. Steve is your grandson? You must be really proud. He's the best looking, strongest, bravest guy I've ever met!"

"I'm sorry I didn't get to introduce everyone," apologized Jen. "It's hard to get many words in when Kate's wound up. This is my grandfather, William Patterson. He came to meet Steve and see what the fuss is all about. Gwen invited us to their graduation next Tuesday, so you'll be seeing a lot of us the next few days. I'm so excited! All my friends are so jealous that I get to hang out with Steve Hammer, Gwen Anderson, and Jordan Quick."

Eventually everyone managed to find a seat in the stretch limo and get under way. Paula broke the brief silence. "Mr. Patterson, your grandson is a very fine young man. My family has had the pleasure of being around him for the past eight months. He's saved our lives. He's taught us about honor, sacrifice, and determination. You really need to show him some love and respect. He was extremely lonely when we first met him. He was quite sad about losing his parents. He had no idea he even had relatives. I may seem to be overstepping my bounds here, but his happiness is very important to everyone in my family. 

"You stated that you were 'led to believe' that Steve is your grandson. That statement implies some doubt, at the very least. If you have any doubts about Steve, I suggest that you forgo meeting him. He was hurt badly when your wife and Janice rejected him. He knew his mother had died, but when he saw Janice, he reverted back to the boy that loved his mother more than anything on earth. He picked her up and hugged her, somehow believing that his mother had come back to him. Janice scolded him and demanded to be put down. When your wife arrived shortly afterward, she was even colder.

"That wonderful young man was suddenly in pain, rejected by his own family, much like his mother was years before. My daughter is young and idealistic, so she asked you to take part in this show, thinking it would be nice for Steve to have family around him for what is supposed to be Christmas. I'm older and I've seen more. I won't stand by and see any of you treat Steve with anything less than complete acceptance and love. If you cannot, or will not do that, I think you should board the next jet back home."

"Mrs. Anderson, I now see why Steve was so taken with your family. That was well said and straight from the heart. Your warning will be taken under consideration. I'm a wealthy man, so I spent some of my money on investigators to find out if your young knight was a descendant of mine. He is my grandson. Of that, I am now certain. I didn't mean to suggest otherwise.

"I fear that he may not care to see us, or warm to us in any way. Jen assures me that he likes her, but who wouldn't? As you can easily see, she's a beautiful young lady. Janice assures me that she can see his mother, her sister, in his eyes. She has also told me of her regret that she was so unfriendly when she first met Steve. In her defense, she had no idea who he was, nor why he was hugging her.

"This horrible mess falls on my shoulders. I should have put my foot down when my wife gave her ultimatum to Jen that fateful evening. I knew it was wrong. I knew Jen was a loving, loyal girl that would never turn her back on the man she loved. I just didn't know that she'd act so quickly and so permanently. It's been a source of shame and pain for me ever since. Your staunch defense of the lad is very heartening. I wasn't there to help him, to guide him, to do the things that a grandfather should. The fact that he somehow found a family like yours is a source of great joy to me. Madam, please accept my apology for any slight, real or imagined."

"Okay! We cleared the air. I'll do my best to make up for my less than warm behavior to Steve that day in Paris," promised Janice. "I'm very impressed with the depth of your emotions, Paula. Steve is obviously more to you than your daughter's beau. He's very important to you as well as the rest of your family. That much is apparent. This isn't about his success or fame. All of you genuinely love and admire him, so I'm certain he is even more impressive than we are led to believe from the press reports. 




Lady in Red Ch. 28



"My father and I have come here to love him and to try to earn his forgiveness. My mother has been ashamed and embarrassed since we met you in Paris. She'll never forgive herself, and she has no expectations of Steve forgiving her. That's why she refused to come. Jen simply adores Steve and Gwen, and she has spoken of little else since she spent time with them in Paris. We appreciate that Gwen was so thoughtful and pray that Steve will eventually learn to tolerate us, if not love us." 

Steve and Gwen were finished for the day and changing into fresh clothes when there was a knock on their door. Gwen opened the door to find the hallway filled with people.

"Mom! Kate! Stephanie! Come on it. Dad, give me a hug! Uncle Will and Aunt Diane, it's so great that you came!" welcomed Gwen to her family. "Jen! We're so glad you could make it! Janice, it's really nice to see you again. Grandmother! Thanks for coming!"

Then Gwen went silent as her gaze fell on the older, tall man behind Janice. "Grandfather Patterson? It's so good to meet you!" cried Gwen as she threw herself into the man's arms.

William Patterson had spent a lifetime keeping his emotions in check. He had been very successful at business, and keeping his feelings to himself was a big part of his success. 

When the beautiful young woman greeted him so warmly and referred to him as 'Grandfather', tears suddenly filled his eyes. He didn't need his years of experience reading people to know that he held an exceptional young woman in his arms. He responded by hugging her tightly as he closed his eyes to prevent others from seeing his emotion.

Gwen finally stepped back and led the older man into the room. The women had been hugging and kissing Steve in greeting. As Gwen approached, her family stepped back away from Steve.

"Grandfather Patterson, this is your grandson, Steve. This is your grandfather, Steve, so show him respect," directed Gwen as she noticed Steve shrinking back.

Steve recognized the tenor and import of Gwen's greeting. Not wanting to disappoint Gwen, he offered his hand to the older man. "Sir, it's nice to finally meet you."

William Patterson studied the young man as he took his hand. He had Jen's eyes. That was obvious. He carried himself like a military veteran, tall and straight. His eyes were clear and unblinking, His grip was strong, and his voice was even. Going against everything he had promised himself, William Patterson began to break down. 

After he released Steve's hand, he stepped closer and embraced the younger man, much as he had Gwen. Gwen watched closely as Steve's arms slowly moved up and wrapped around his grandfather. She turned to Jen and winked. When the two men parted, Steve turned to Gwen and pulled her to his chest and hugged her tightly. 

Everyone watched silently as Steve finally released Gwen far enough to reach down and kiss her. The two remained with their lips locked until Kate began to complain.

"Hey! Why don't you two get a room? Wait! This is your room, isn't it? Maybe you'd like us to leave. We only flew a million miles to see you. Why worry about us?"

Gwen extricated herself from Steve and apologized. "Sometimes Steve has to express his feelings nonverbally. He was feeling pretty emotional and he needed me to help him with those feelings. We're absolutely delighted that you all came to be with us at Christmas, in a manner of speaking. Charlotte checked you all in and has your room keys. I'll call her and get them. Didn't Billy come with you?"

"He booked a later flight. Charlotte knew about it. He'll arrive in an hour or so," responded Kate. "This is way cool! We get to stay in a real nice hotel and appear in a TV show. Gwen, you're the best sister ever!"

"Thanks, Kate. We appreciate that all of you took the time to come. We really want this to be a family Christmas, even if it's six months off. Let's meet in the restaurant in an hour for dinner. Clyde told us that everything's paid for, including meals, tips, and room service. Let's have a nice meal and catch up on everything. We have a private dining room reserved for dinner so we can take as long as we want and be as noisy as we want. See you in an hour!"

Lisa had joined up with Jason when he landed in the capital to switch flights. The two of them flew in to LAX on the same flight as Billy. As they were shown to their waiting limo, an attractive woman called to the driver, asking if he was supposed to drive Cindy Quick to her hotel. As the driver was responding to her inquiry, a very pretty girl approached the car. 

"I know who you are," stated Billy. "My girlfriend's Charlotte. She was at your house a couple weeks ago. You're Ms. Summers' sister, Becky."

"You're Billy? Charlotte told me about you! It's nice to meet you. Pardon me, but are you Gwen's sister, Lisa? You're so beautiful. Gwen showed me your cover for 'Shape' magazine. You sure have an amazing sister, and her boyfriend is... , well, he's..."

"A hunk? A doll? A beautiful man? A dreamboat? Am I getting close?" asked Lisa as she took Becky into her arms and hugged her. "You're Ashley's sister? You look like her. You're both beautiful."

"Thanks! I went to my class formal with Steve. He called me 'Lefty' and made me feel great. He was the best date I ever had. He sang to me and danced with me. He was a gentleman, too. He looked great in his tux. He kissed me right after we met. He says I'm not handicapped and he's right."

"Wow! That sure sounds like Steve. He called you 'Lefty' and it was great? Only Steve could pull that off. It sounds like you had a good time with him. Gwen doesn't loan him out very often, so you were quite lucky. Somehow, I think you're going to be very happy to see him when we get to the hotel." 

"My daughter's Jordan Quick. She hasn't spoken to me more than a couple times in the last year. I'm afraid that I made some mistakes and she's not very willing to forgive me. I've been reading about her though, and she's doing very well again. I was invited to this affair by Gwen Anderson, Jordan's best friend. You're Gwen's sister, and the rest of you are her friends? Have you met Jordan?"

"She was at my house a couple weeks ago and she's beautiful! So is Gwen. The best thing about her is how nice she is to everyone. You have to be very proud of her. I hope you can reconcile your differences," offered Becky.

"What about this Steve Hammer?" asked Cindy Quick. "Jordan got into some trouble with him. Her picture was all over the internet. Do you think he took advantage of her, or got her drunk so he could be photographed with her to help his career?" 

"No!" stated Lisa flatly. "Steve was helping her. He has no career aspirations. At least not show business. He wants to be a SEAL and he's the bravest, kindest man I ever met, except for Jason. You'll not fare very well this weekend if you malign Steve in any way. It won't take you long to determine every woman at this event is in love with Steve, at least a little bit. Isn't that right, Becky?"

"It's embarrassing, but true. I know I fell in love with him when he kissed me and took me to the formal and made me realize that the loss of a hand isn't the end of my life. If he's like that with other girls, they're going to be in love with him, for sure!" 

"Well, I'll withhold judgment," replied a skeptical Cindy Quick. "I've always found that when something or someone seems too good to be true, there's a reason." 

"Everyone is already checked in and the rest of the group is waiting for us in the hotel restaurant. We'll have dinner first, and then see our rooms. This'll be a great weekend!" enthused Lisa as she snuggled closer to Jason. 

When the final group entered the reserved dining room, Gwen and Steve hurried to meet Lisa and Jason. While Steve grasped Jason's shoulder and shook his hand, Lisa and Gwen hugged each other tightly.

"Jason and I are sharing a room. It'll be our first time together. Will Steve be okay with that?" whispered Lisa.

"I think you need to ask him, if it's important to you," replied Gwen with a big smile. "I think it's wonderful that you've found such a great guy."

As Lisa hugged Steve, she spoke quietly into his ear. "Jason and I are sharing a room this weekend. It'll be our first time together. Do you think less of me for wanting to sleep with Jason?"

"I'm surprised you have to ask," responded Steve with a big grin as he lifted Lisa off her feet and swung her around. "He's a great guy and he seems to love you. I've very happy for you both! I'd forgotten how beautiful you are!"

Lisa pulled Steve down for a kiss in front of Jason and everyone else. "Thanks, Steve. I wanted you to approve because I know you're way better than me at telling if men are the real deal, or jerks. You've confirmed what I believed already."

As the two couples interacted, Diane, Paula, and their mother watched. "Look at those two men," observed Carolyn. "Your daughters have picked the cream of the crop. Strong, handsome, loyal, and brave, are a few of the words that describe those two. You've done a wonderful job with your daughters and it shows. You'll have beautiful grandchildren with loving, protective parents.

"I love your dad, and he was a very good husband and father. We were delighted when you girls settled on Ted and Will. They've proven themselves to be fine men and excellent husbands and fathers. They helped you raise great kids. That said, what Gwen and Lisa have is beyond anything I ever dreamed possible. Those two men radiate masculinity, combined with intelligence and humility. Kate and Stephanie have tough acts to follow. The good thing is that Steve and Jason are the kind of men that will interact with other men like them. If Kate and Stephanie meet enough of Steve and Jason's friends, they'll wind up with some great men, too."

Meanwhile Jordan had advanced to meet her mother. She held Charlie's hand tightly as they moved closer. "Mom, this is Charlie. I told you about him a few times in emails. He's my boyfriend, my song writing partner, and I love him."

"Charlie, it's a pleasure to meet you. Jordan always went for the handsome ones, just like her mother," greeted Cindy as she hugged Charlie to her ample bosom.

"I see where Jordan gets her great looks, Mrs. Quick. It's very nice to finally meet you. If you're wondering, I'm in love your daughter."

"I had no doubts about that!" laughed Cindy Quick as she released Charlie. "She's found new friends and rejuvenated her career. I have to thank you for all you've done for her. I'm afraid I wasn't a very good role model for much of her life, but I'm ready to do anything I can to make that up to her. I'm sober now and expect to stay that way."

"Mom! You never told me that you quit drinking. Are you done with the drugs, too? Don't lie to me!" threatened Jordan as she held her mother's hands.

"I've been clean and sober for three months now. When you went into rehab, I really went crazy. I was out of control, but when you started breathing life back into your career, I decided I had to clean up my act. I knew I had treated you badly and that you hated me. I also knew that if there was ever going to be a chance for you to forgive me, I'd have to be sober.

"When you have a wonderfully talented daughter making hit records, TV shows, and movies, it's pretty embarrassing when she won't even speak to you. I don't expect you to forgive me right away, but please give me a chance to prove that I've changed." 

"You'll have that chance this weekend. If you're telling the truth, you're already forgiven. I've grown and learned a lot the past few months. I'm too happy to spend time trying to punish you, Mom. Just be honest with me and don't ever think that I'll go back to that life I had before rehab and meeting Steve, Gwen, and her family.

"Okay, everyone, please welcome my mother, Cindy Quick. I don't want to take too much time so I'll introduce her to the stars, Gwen Anderson and Steve Hammer. They've given me my life back, along with Charlie and Gwen's family, who are sitting over there," pointed Jordan. "As we eat, or whenever you get the chance, introduce yourself to Mom. We've had some rough times, but Gwen just wouldn't let me stay estranged from her. Gwen's taught me that family is the most important thing in having a happy, successful life. Thanks, Gwen!"

Gwen hugged Jordan's mother and then stepped back so Steve could introduce himself. Steve placed his hands under Cindy's arms and lifted her up, so her face was close to his. He turned his back to the group and whispered to Cindy.

"Your daughter is a loving, talented, caring, beautiful woman. She deserves happiness, and that includes having a mom she can be proud off. If you're kind and loving to her, I'll be your friend forever. If you hurt her again, I'll respond accordingly. Now do you still want to hug me?"

Cindy Quick was taken totally by surprise with Steve's obviously strong emotions for her daughter. She studied his face for a few seconds and then threw her arms around his neck. "You've got a deal, Big Boy! I've never had a friend like you are to Jordan, but I can already tell that I'd like to have one. Does Gwen know you love Jordan?"

"Yes, I do," responded Gwen quietly into Cindy's ear. "Steve loves several girls, but none more than Jordan. I love her, too. We'll do just about anything for her. She's our sister now."

"What just happened?" demanded Jordan as Steve placed her mother back on her feet. "What did you say to Mom?"

"They pretty much told me that they care for you more than you may realize and that I'd better put on my big girl panties and be the mother you deserve. And I agreed," responded Jordan's mom as she took her seat next to Jordan.

"See how they are?" whispered Jen to her mother and grandfather. "They care about people, especially family and friends. Gwen's family welcomed Steve when he started dating Gwen. He's an orphan and thought he had no relatives on our side and just one uncle on his father's, so he cherished Gwen's family. All of these girls love him, and he loves them back. Gwen understands how it is. She isn't jealous at all because she knows he's totally devoted to her, but if you're their friend, they'll do anything for you. Jordan is extremely close to them. Kate and Lisa are blood and no one should ever do anything to hurt either one of them with Steve around. I'm blood, too, and I know he'd do almost anything for me." 

"Look how Steve and Gwen made sure that Jordan's mother was on her best behavior," pointed out Ashley to her sister. "They think the world of Jordan and didn't want her hurt by her mom. She's been pretty miserable to Jordan over the years. She's an alcoholic and used a lot of drugs. Gwen talked Jordan into letting her invite her mother in hopes that they'll reconcile. They just made sure that her mom gets with the program. That's why those two are so special. Just being around them makes you a better person. The fact that they're incredibly good looking doesn't hurt. All of these girls here are in love with Steve." 

"Yeah, like the one sitting next to me," countered Becky. "You have it pretty bad for him. Mom and I talked about it after you left. We both noticed how you looked at him, and treated him. You know what? We decided that we didn't blame you and that I'd do the same thing when I'm around him. Gwen doesn't seem to worry about anyone stealing him away. She told me that she enjoys seeing Steve be so nice to other girls because it helps them feel better about themselves. That means she won't mind if I flirt with him every chance I get. You're with him all the time. Have you done anything naughty to get his attention?"

Ashley blushed as she thought about the morning she woke up almost naked with Steve sitting by her bed. Then later she discovered that she had offered herself to Steve and had even put her nipple in his mouth!

"I'll tell you a story tonight when we go to bed," offered Ashley. "You'll just have to promise to never tell Mom, or anyone. It's pretty embarrassing, but not nearly as bad as it might have been."

After dinner, Lisa found a moment to be alone with her mother. "Jason and I are sharing a room. It'll be the first time that we slept together. I want you and Dad to know and approve. I know he isn't Steve, but he's a great guy and he's been so good to me. I've fallen for him, Mom. Steve likes him. I told him we were sleeping together and he was happy for us."

"I can't very well ask you not to sleep with Jason after I allowed Steve and Gwen to sleep together in our house," reasoned Paula. "Besides, if Steve gave his approval, he must be a pretty special young man. Steve would never say it was okay if he didn't believe it. He loves you way too much to stand by while you make a mistake. Ted is the same. He likes Jason. He told me that he's going to give him 'the talk' later this evening, so warn Jason. He gets to sleep with you, but he has to listen politely while Ted explains how he expects his daughter to be treated."

"Dad's going to give Jason 'the talk'? I heard he gave one to Kate's prom date. Now he's doing it to my boyfriend, the guy that's graduating from West Point in few days and will soon be training to be an Army Ranger.? I'm so proud of Dad! He really loves us girls. You did pretty good when you found him. Did you have any idea what a great father he'd be?" 

"Honestly? I had no idea. I guess I should have. He was polite to his mother and respected his father. I guess I saw the clues but was too young to think about them, or it was all subconscious or something. He did turn out to be a pretty good catch, didn't he?" asked Paula rhetorically.

"Jason and Steve both think highly of Dad. That pretty much tells the whole story. Those guys see how Dad treats us girls and you. They respect him for being a good father and provider. Jason's going to be so happy when Dad gives him 'the talk'! I told him everything Dad said to Steve that night and how he even gave one to Kate's prom date."

The hotel had a game room with a couple of regulation pool tables. The entire group gravitated to that room after dinner. Jason was preparing to break when Ted began speaking to him. Jason immediately set the pool stick down and listened to Ted politely.

"I had this talk with Steve when he first came to date Gwen. Looking back, I think some of the family members felt I was unreasonable, but I don't think I was. If you are going to date my daughter, I expect you to respect her. I expect you to avoid driving under the influence of alcohol and to never use drugs. I expect you to be willing to give your life for her if necessary. I have to admit I've added that after seeing Steve willingly risk his life for Gwen, Paula, Kate, and Lisa. I expect no less from you. Do these demands seem unreasonable or too exacting to you?"

"Sir, I will do everything in my power to live up to your expectations. I'm honored to be able to know a father like you, and a family like the one you've raised. Your daughters are incredible women, as is your beautiful wife. If I ever disappoint or fail to meet your expectations, please let me know. I'll do my best, sir!"

Ted beamed as Jason shook his hand just before Lisa threw herself into Ted's arms. "That was a great 'talk', Dad! I don't think that soon-to-be Ranger will trifle with me. Look how well it worked on Steve. Now I have my own protector, like Gwen has. You're the best father ever!"

Everyone made their way to their rooms after a few games of pool and a great deal of talk. Steve and Gwen spent their time visiting with their guests and thanking them for making the trip to appear in the Christmas show they were taping. Steve managed to chat with his grandfather and aunt. He found himself enjoying their company more than he expected. It was impossible for him to look at Janice without seeing his mother. He apologized for his mistake in Paris and explained that he couldn't shake the feeling that he was looking at his own mother.




Lady in Red Ch. 28



For her part, Janice apologized for being so rude when they first met. She explained how proud she and Jen were of his achievements. She told him that it was her honor to remind him of his mother; whom she missed desperately. 

Before entering their rooms, Lisa hugged Gwen. "I wish this was my first time, like it was for you and Steve. I would very much like to be able to give that honor to Jason. Your first time was in Paris, in sight of the Eiffel Tower. That must have been amazing."

"It was, but mostly because Steve loved me so much. You'll be a very happy woman tomorrow. Jason is a great guy. He'll be strong, but gentle, unless you want him to be something else. Making love to someone you love is the special part. It isn't about Paris, L.A. or back home. Remind me to tell you about our love scene and how rough it was and how incredibly hot it made me. You won't believe it."

"Now I'm curious! Steve was rough? I never would have guessed he could be that way. He adores you. Did he hurt you?" asked Lisa as she glanced at Steve talking with Jason.

"If you call having orgasms so intense that your stomach hurts for a couple days, then the answer is 'yes'. He hurt me pretty good!" laughed Gwen.

"You had orgasms while filming the scene? Is that considered porn? Could anyone tell?" asked Lisa incredulously. 

"They couldn't tell for sure if we were acting or doing it, and we did a little of each. Steve had his head under my skirt and tickled Ms. Kitty with his tongue and it set me off like nothing I ever felt before. I couldn't believe he'd do that with so many people watching us. Wait until you see the movie. I don't know how much they'll edit out."

"Wow! Now I'm really ready to jump Jason's bones! We'll have to do a ladies' lunch so you can tell us all about it. Mom, Diane, and Grandmother will be amazed. I can't wait to hear about it."

"I don't know about telling Mom, but Grandmother will love the story. She must have been something in her day. For my first time with Steve, Mom, Diane, Stephanie, Kate, and Amber Stahl each hugged us and gave us some advice. It was the most widely known deflowering in history!"

Just then Steve stepped close to Lisa and hugged her tightly. "I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, but Jason is getting a little nervous and excited. It would be cruel to keep you guys in the hall any longer. I talked some more with Jason. He saved my life, so that makes me biased, but it's my opinion that he loves you totally and will treat you like a queen. He's smart, strong, honorable, and decent looking. If he were a SEAL instead of a Ranger, he'd be perfect!"

"Thanks, Steve! You know I trust your opinion more than my own in matters like this. I thought he was special, but you've just sealed the deal. I'm going to tell him that I love him tonight. Do you think that'll scare him off?"

"What I think is that he'll be asking you to marry him someday. He loves you, Lisa. Any man would, but Jason isn't one to toss the words 'love and marriage' around lightly. He's a keeper. Just love him, and trust him. He'll always do right by you. I'm sure of that." 

Everyone enjoyed the two days they spent taping the TV program. They learned how shows were produced, and they looked forward to seeing themselves on TV. Lisa was exuberant while Jason had a constant smile on his face. He and Steve spent as much time together as they could and their girlfriends noticed. 

"Have you noticed how well Jason and Steve get along?" asked Lisa. "When I first tried to explain my feelings for Steve, Jason got angry and upset. He gradually came to understand and now they're best buds. I guess Jason's over any jealousy issues."

"Steve owes Jason his life. That's something that binds them together. They both love you and that binds them together. Jason is beginning to love Kate and me and that will make them even tighter. They're real men, Lisa. They don't beat their chests and make stupid boasts. They treat people, especially family, with love and respect. They're strong and capable, but kind and gentle, unless they're called upon to be forceful. We both done good!" laughed Gwen.

It wasn't until Sunday afternoon that Lisa managed to get all the ladies together for a late lunch. She told them that there was an important topic of interest to be discussed. That piqued their interest and they all arrived at the dining area early.

"Gwen and Jordan have already done their love scenes with Steve. Ashley and Charlotte were there to see them and I thought we all should know what to expect when we see the movie. We know how Charlotte loves to tell a story, so I'll ask her to recount what she witnessed," stated Lisa as she turned the floor over to Charlotte.

"Let me say that I pretty much soaked two pair of panties watching those girls with Steve. Jordan and Steve were all gentle and considerate with each other, like normal people would be, except that she's a goddess naked and Steve is, well...Steve."

"They were naked?" asked Gwen's grandmother. "Now I simply have to see that movie and buy the unedited DVD!"

"You won't be disappointed! I promise that," laughed Charlotte. "I guess you all know it started out as a PG movie, but now's it's going to be an R rated flick. That's because of all the heat Jordan, Gwen, and Steve brought to the love scenes. 

"Watching Steve with Jordan was like watching a fairy tale with a beautiful, incredibly well stacked princess and a strong, handsome prince exploring and enjoying each other. Steve held Jordan's breasts and kissed them gently before he pulled her onto his lap so very slowly. Jordan closed her eyes and moaned and trembled. Before they were done, she did that several more times. 

"It doesn't sound as exciting as it looked because it's hard to imagine how beautiful Jordan looks naked and how amazing Steve is. They were so sexy; I could barely stand still enough to watch. It was perfect."

"So my daughter is going to be naked in a major motion picture? Making love to Steve Hammer? How do you think that makes me feel?" asked Cindy Quick.

"Jealous?" quipped Kate. "Horny? Wet? Excited? Am I getting close?"

"All of that," admitted Cindy. "You can add proud to the list. I know the money Jordan gets for the movie is being donated to the hospital fund. I know that she and Steve will do a great job and it'll only help her career. I now know that Steve and Gwen will never deliberately hurt Jordan, which is more than could be said for me over the past few years. I can't wait to see the film."

"Mom! That's not really true. You weren't that bad. I was a pretty miserable teenage star. You had your hands full and with no husband around to help you."

"Having no husband was my fault. I never even believed in love or marriage until lately. I'm just beginning to understand what I've missed. Enough about me. Go on with your story, Charlotte."

"Well, Jordan pretty much threw it in Gwen's face that she did an amazing love scene with Gwen's man and she didn't think Gwen would ever be able to top it. That was throwing down the gauntlet! Gwen announced that Steve wasn't going to get any sex until after their scene because she wanted his full attention.

"In the movie, Jordan is the beautiful cheerleader type that all the boys fall for. I don't know where that stereotype came from. What would any guy see in Jordan? Gwen is the bad girl from the wrong side of town. She was raised in a rough neighborhood with a tough family. Somehow, Gwen and Steve are always at odds in the movie, but they gradually develop a real sexual tension that becomes tangible half way through the movie. Does Steve want the blonde cheerleader? Or does he want the tough acting, insulting, dark haired problem child?

"In their scene, Steve made some cutting remark to Gwen about being a slut and Gwen was supposed to slap him. Well, she slapped him so hard his head spun around! He was taken completely by surprise. He called Gwen a bitch and grabbed her shirt and pulled her close to him. Then he suddenly jerked his hand and most of Gwen's shirt was in his fist and her rather firm, perfect breasts were on display. It was Gwen's turn to be shocked. She took another swing at Steve, but he caught her hand with almost no effort, and then sneered at her. Gwen was mad a wet hen by then and grabbed Steve's shirt with her free hand and pulled the front of it completely off Steve. 

"Steve got really pissed, so he bent Gwen's arm behind her back, and forced her big breasts against his bare chest. That alone will be worth the price of admission. Then he reached under her short skirt and ripped her thong off and held it up to his face and sniffed it! He smirked and nodded before suddenly bent down and forced both his hands between Gwen's knees. Then he grabbed her hips from behind and lifted her off her feet. His muscles were all bulgy and sweaty as he easily picked up Gwen, walked ahead and held her against the wall. Then he slowly raised her up and rubbed his face in her neck and nibbled her all over her, biting and kissing as he slowly raised Gwen up so his face was in her cleavage. All this time, Gwen was beating on his back and shoulders with both hands. When he started working on her incredible breasts, Gwen's struggles seem to lessen. 

"Then Steve slowly raised her higher, kissing and biting her toned abs, but he kept raising her higher! You can see where this is going. Gwen realized what was happening and feebly covered her breasts with her hands and arms as Steve ducked his head under her skirt!"

"Oh my God!" exclaimed Paula as she fidgeted in her seat. "This was all on film?"

"You bet it was. Gwen put one hand down to hold Steve's head as her face went from shock to rapture. Then she moaned really loud and shook all over. Steve slowly lowered her so her breasts were back in his face. Gwen actually held her left breast up and offered it to Steve! He bit down on it and Gwen had another spasm and moaned again. Then Steve slowly lowered her to the floor and they kissed hard."

"Wow!" gasped Kate. "That's so hot! I can't sit still and listen. Gwen, you used to be the nerd of the school and now you're the sex goddess. I hope I can make a movie with Steve someday. That was some scene!"

"I didn't say that was the end," cautioned Charlotte. "When Steve released Gwen, she slapped his face again, and hard. Then she dropped to her knees and pulled down his pants and boxers in one move. That was my favorite part. Then she bites Steve's stomach and abdomen. Then she....."

"Okay, they get the picture!" interrupted a very red-faced Gwen. "It's a movie! We were acting. That's all!"

"I watched it all," offered Ashley. "It was incredibly hot! Gwen's a little embarrassed but I'm here to tell you that every woman in the country is going to wish they were her when they see the movie. She didn't do anything the rest of us wouldn't do if we had the chance. It was like watching the Mona Lisa being painted. It was art and it was amazing."

"I guess we know how my sister feels about Steve now, but I have to agree with her and Kate. I wish it was me making that movie with Steve," asserted Becky. "He's the best looking, nicest guy I've ever seen!"

"So anyway, Steve only allowed Gwen to service him for a short time before he pulled her up by the hair, kicked off his pants from around his ankles, and carried her into the bedroom. He sat down with her on his lap, flipped her around and spanked her perfect ass several times!"

"Wow!" blurted Diane. "Steve spanked Gwen? You saw him do that? What did Gwen do? Did she get mad and slap him again?"

"Au contraire!" chuckled Charlotte. "Steve tossed her on the bed and then proceeded to mount her missionary style, but like a stallion. Pretty soon they two of them are sliding back and forth. Then Gwen moaned again and suddenly flipped Steve over and rode him for a minute or so. Finally Steve groaned, tugged her down and kissed her for a long time. Then Gwen rolled off and lay next to him. They were both panting hard, but with huge smiles."

"Now I feel like I have to go find Jason!" groaned Lisa. "I can't wait to see the movie. My little sister sure has grown up. I'm so proud of Gwen. She sings, dances, acts, plans on being a surgeon and, along with Jordan, is voted the sexiest woman in the world, before anyone even sees the movie!" 

"Do you believe all this, Mom?" asked an amazed Jen. "Steve and Gwen are performing at the wedding for the governor's daughter. Gwen and her sister are bridesmaids. Then they're going to Moscow for a state dinner with the presidents of the two most powerful nations in the world, and they're taking us! They're on TV, movies, and have hit recordings. Have you even known anyone like them?"

Everyone headed to the airport Sunday evening after the finishing the show. Many in the group were going to attend graduation in Sparta on Tuesday. Ashley was going to drive home with Becky because her graduation was scheduled for Monday evening.

"Ask your mom if she'd mind having us for guests again," requested Steve to Ashley. "We'd like to go to Becky's graduation Monday. If she'd let us stay a couple nights, it would be great. Jordan and Charlie would need their own room and I can sleep on the couch. We wouldn't be too much trouble."

"Are you kidding?" laughed Ashley. "Mom will be delighted to have you stay over. She's the hit of the town after the last time you stayed. Everyone's been calling her and stopping her on the street to ask about you guys and to tell her how impressed they are. If you stay and go to the graduation, it'll prove it wasn't a fluke. Becky'll be on cloud nine!" 

Monday evening found Jordan, Charlie, Gwen and Steve sitting with Ashley and her mom in the school auditorium. Before the ceremony began, the group was besieged by autograph seekers. Once the music started, everyone quickly took their seats.

As Becky found her place in line before the ceremony, the other kids were talking excitedly about her guests. Becky beamed with pride as she described her weekend in L.A. taping a television show. She had come a long way from the depressed young woman that had lost her left hand.

Becky's special friends stood and cheered for her when she won a citizenship award and again when she received her diploma. No one in the building could doubt just who the famous trio was there to see.

"Excuse me," politely began a tall black man to Steve after the ceremonies had concluded. "I'm Jeff Wilson. My daughter was valedictorian of the class tonight. We're having a party beginning in half an hour at a local restaurant. We're having a buffet and a band. All the kids in the class have been invited, along with any parents that care to attend. We'd be honored if you and your friends would stop in for awhile."

"I'll have to discuss it with the Summers and my friends, but I certainly thank you for the invitation, Sir. It's very generous of you."

"I'd like to talk to you about your father. I served with him in the Navy. My daughter is going to Annapolis next month and I thought you may want to meet her."

"Sir, I'll be there. I can't speak for the others, but I would love to talk with you about Dad and the Navy, and meet your daughter. Just give me the directions and I'll be there, at least for a while," replied Steve quickly.

"Of course we'd like to go with you," assured Jordan when Steve told his friends about the invitation. "Gwen has to go to protect her territory. Did you see how beautiful that girl was? We don't want to leave Steve alone with her."

"Naomi won't steal Steve away from Gwen," promised Becky. "She isn't gay, but she's really rough on men. Some of the guys think she's racist, but I never heard or saw her do anything to make me think that was true. It's more like she dislike all males, and Steve is, above all else, very male."

"This should be interesting. It's like the immovable object meeting the irresistible force," chuckled Gwen. "No matter how much she dislikes men, she can't dislike Steve. He'll bring her over to the other side."

"Hello, Mr. Wilson. This is Jordan Quick, Gwen Anderson, and Charlie Burns," introduced Steve half an hour later. "I think you know Ashley and Becky Summers."

"Thanks for coming, and call me Jeff. My dad was Mr. Wilson. You kids have done an amazing job raising money for your local hospital with your concerts and TV shows. Saving a thousand or so people was pretty impressive as well. I'm honored that you decided to come to our little party for Naomi. This is my wife, Julia."

Steve had been studying Jeff Wilson as he spoke. He looked vaguely familiar. Then Jeff introduced his wife and Steve immediately recognized her. 

"Mrs. Wilson! I haven't seen you for years, but you're still beautiful! I remember how nice you were to me in Cuba. I didn't make the connection with your husband until I saw you. You look great!"

"You were a charming boy back then," laughed Julie Wilson. "But now you're really smooth. I have to admit that I'm pleased that you remember me. I've been following your successes since you moved to Sparta. You've managed to accomplish some extraordinary achievements, with the help of these beautiful ladies.

"Like Jeff said, we are delighted that you could come to Naomi's party. You're both even more beautiful in person than you are on television. I watched that Emerson River rescue live on TV and I have to admit that I cried all the way through it. What you kids managed was amazing. The fact that you had the presence of mind and the courage to attempt those harrowing feats was unbelievable. I watched that 'Lady in Red' video after I saw the rescue on television. That was your first date? Now you're lovers, stars, and successful students. I'm very impressed."

"I was there the day your father finally got tired of Murphy's bragging and made that bet. Watching you shoot was something I never forgot," admitted Jeff Wilson. "Here comes Naomi. I'll introduce all of you. Do you remember her from Cuba, Steve?"

"Actually, I do now. She was really pretty, even back then, but she was more mature than me and hardly even noticed me in classes."

"I think you'd be surprised," hinted Julia Wilson as her daughter approached. "Naomi, you know Becky Summers. This is her sister Ashley. These are her friends, Gwen Anderson, Jordan Quick, Charlie Burns, and Steve Hammer. You had some classes with Steve when we were stationed in Cuba."

"Hello, everyone! Thanks for coming to my party. I heard that you were in town a couple weeks ago and Steve went to the formal with Becky. Everyone was talking about it the next week. I've watched you perform on television and you're very good. You were voted the two sexiest women in the world in one of the magazines. Steve saves lives like some guys collect baseball cards," finished Naomi as she shook everyone's hands.

"That was a great valedictory speech you gave tonight," praised Gwen. "You're going to the Naval Academy and so is Steve. Maybe you guys will get to help each other find transportation back home now and then."

"I'm going to be pretty focused on my studies. I need to prove that I belong there. It isn't easy to be a black woman in a white man's world and that's what the Navy is. I finished at the top of my class because I'm smart and I worked harder than anyone else. I'm very determined and probably won't be coming home too often."

"I'm sure it isn't easy for you. As a woman, I know that there are certain barriers that I have to break, as well as a lot of men that I have to refuse. They seem to think that we women should do anything for any sort of common courtesy they extend," offered Gwen.

"That's right! I'll bet you have men talking to your breasts instead of your face all the time. That's demeaning. Men are so predictable and shallow," responded Naomi.

"I don't quite agree there. I wear fashions that show cleavage. I don't feel I can show off the girls and then be upset when guys look at them. A lot of guys do talk directly to them, but I've come to realize that's it's a male thing. Why do women dress to catch men's eyes and then complain when they look? I love it when Steve's eyes wander down there and he gets all flushed. Men simply enjoy visual stimulation. Women know that, dress for it, and then we wonder why men are so attracted to us."




Lady in Red Ch. 28



"If I could interrupt," began Steve. "It's nice to see you again, Naomi! You always sat up front and answered all of the instructor's questions. I usually sat farther back and listened to you and the teacher. You drove Mrs. Landers crazy because you always answered her questions before she could call on the rest of us."

"That would be me. And you're the guy that told Frank Harnett that I was a spoiled damn black bitch that you'd never want to have anything to do with. I remember it like it was yesterday. Now you're God's gift to women, white women, anyway."

Steve was stunned by Naomi's assertion that he had uttered such hurtful things about her to Frank, or to anyone. Why would Frank say something like that? Did he misunderstand a statement, or a joke? Steve felt his face heat up as he realized how bad it must sound to Jeff Wilson and his wife. He was unable to say anything, as words failed him totally.

"Come on, Steve! Dance with me! I've been waiting eight months to be able to get you in my arms and now's my chance," insisted Ashley as she pulled Steve onto the dance floor.

"That was an extremely hurtful thing to tell Steve. He'd never say anything like that. I don't know what that Frank guy was thinking, but Steve would never speak about a woman, or a girl, with such disrespect," stated Gwen flatly. 

"Maybe your boyfriend is nice to white girls but holds black women in contempt. He's probably a closet racist," suggested Naomi. 

"Really? I'll tell you something I promised Steve that I'd never tell. I sleep with the guy and I'm damn proud of it. He's the most considerate lover a girl could ever want. That's not my point, however.

"One night after we made love, we started talking about anyone we ever had crushes on. I never went on a real date before I met Steve, and he assured me he had very little experience with girls before we met. I pressed him about girls he liked and what they looked like.

"He finally admitted that there was a beautiful dark skinned girl in school in Cuba that had caught his fancy. Her mother was stunning and she looked like she was going to be as beautiful, if not even lovelier. This girl used to wear an orange bikini to the beach. It had one strap that hooked to the front of her top and went around her neck. He used to dream about working up the nerve to ask her to take a walk or go to a movie with him.

"But she was way out of his class. She hardly ever spoke to him and seemed to make a point of ignoring him in school. His first crush was unrequited. Thank God I didn't make that mistake!" finished Gwen as she turned and strode away in anger.

"I'm not apologizing for Gwen, because you pretty much had that coming," pointed out Jordan to Naomi as her parents listened. "You don't know Steve or you wouldn't have said those things about him. He's sensitive and kind. He's strong and fearless, but words hurt. Maybe those words hurt you years ago, but you didn't hear them from Steve. Did it ever occur to you that maybe Steve never said them?

"Don't think you'll make any friends with any of us girls that consider Steve a friend with your poisoned talk. The truth is, every single one of us loves him. He's Gwen's man now, but she shares him. I don't mean sexually, but emotionally. I don't know how much longer we'll stay here since Steve doesn't feel welcomed by the girl of honor for the party. I have Charlie now and I love him, but he knows that I'll do anything for Steve. Now that I think about it, so will Charlie. Steve makes peoples' lives better. He saved me, and he helped Charlie find success. He's way better than what you just made him out to be! Please excuse us," offered Jordan coldly as she led Charlie out on the dance floor.

"What in hell got into you?" demanded Jeff as soon as he was alone with his wife and Naomi. "Those kids have accomplished incredible things in the past few months. They're nice enough to come to your party because I personally asked them, and you shit all over the guy? Did you see how those girls reacted? Did even one of them act like they believed a word of that crap you were tossing around?"

"Calm down, Jeff. I think Naomi may be rethinking her words. Did you see her flinch when Gwen told her how Steve had a thing for the girl in the orange bikini back in Cuba? They were both young and had no idea how to behave with the opposite sex. Naomi was smitten by him back then. She never told me, but I saw how she acted around him at the functions we attended. Now she's embarrassed herself and lost what could have been some very good friends," concluded Julia Wilson. 

"The real question is this. What will she do about it? What's she made of deep down? This is a gut check for you, Naomi. If you can't handle this situation properly, I don't know how you'll make it through the Naval Academy." 

Naomi had been shocked at Gwen's story about Steve. She knew Frank Harnett was a liar and a troublemaker. She had simply chosen to believe that Steve disliked her. She never dreamed he had the slightest interest in her. He had never indicated it, but then Naomi had to admit she wasn't very approachable back then. If the truth be known, she still wasn't very warm to her classmates and she had few friends. She had finally met up with Steve again after so many years and she screwed it up!

Ashley was enjoying her dances with Steve. He was being quiet, even brooding a little, but he was in her arms and that was all that really mattered. She managed to keep him for three slow dances, and she knew her time with him was running out. Every girl in the room was casting glances her way, working up the nerve to ask Steve to dance with them. Then Ashley saw Naomi walking determinedly toward them.

"Uh oh! It looks like trouble's coming. That Naomi looks like she's not done with you yet," warned Ashley.

"If you've come over here to insult Steve and cast doubt about his character, you can keep on walking," stated Ashley defiantly as she stepped between Steve and Naomi.

"Actually, I've come to apologize to him. I owe all of you an apology. My actions were inexcusable. Would you allow me a dance with Steve so I might ask him to forgive me?" asked Naomi contritely.

"Really?" responded a surprised Ashley. "In that case, sure! Making up with Steve has got be one of the best things a girl can do!" 

"Please?" asked Naomi softly as she stepped inside Steve's arms. "Dance with me while I eat crow. I knew you wouldn't have said those awful things. I liked you, but you didn't seem to have any interest in me. It was a stupid defense mechanism I developed over the years.

"When I heard about that 'Lady in Red' video, I couldn't wait to see if it was you. I even went to a couple of your football games, including the state title game. Your beautiful girlfriend was always around and I didn't know if you'd even remember me, so I never dared talk to you. When I heard about the attack on your school and saw Gwen talk on television about how badly injured you and others were, I cried.

"When you were abducted, I worried all week. I watched all of your TV shows and can't wait to see your movie. What I'm trying to tell you is that I was very wrong, and I'm sorry. Can we manage to be friends? We'll be going to Annapolis soon and it'll help if we have someone we can depend on. I won't let you down again."

Steve had listened politely to Naomi as they danced. He had held her slightly away from his body since he felt no warmth for her. As she talked, he began to relax.

"You were beautiful then and you're even more so now. You never gave me the time of day, so I thought you had no use for me, but I never said anything disrespectful about you. I would have discouraged anyone else from it, too. You really stung me when you said those things. Your dad was a friend of my dad's. I respect him and your mother. It embarrassed me that they might believe that I'd say something like that."

"Steve, I'll apologize to you in front of them and explain how it was a stupid misunderstanding and entirely my fault. Will that help let you forgive me?"

"I seem to have a lot of trouble staying angry at beautiful women, admitted Steve. "It's hard to believe that I've finally managed a dance with you." 

"You can hold me a little closer, you know. I won't break. Let these other girls eat their hearts out. I heard how nice you were to Becky at the formal. This is my party, so could you please pretend that you like me? I know Gwen's your girlfriend, but she seems pretty cool about letting you dance with pretty girls. Becky and her sister really like you a lot and they're both beautiful blonde, white girls."

"We're not going to get along if you keep referring to people as white, or as black," warned Steve. "I don't see the need to use an adjective describing the color of anyone. Can we agree to not do that?"

"Okay! I guess I'd better get over that fast. My dad keeps telling me that the Navy won't be happy with that attitude either. You're a guy and I'm a girl, and we're dancing together. Since you said I was beautiful and since color is no issue, will you hold me closer, please? Half the kids in my class think I'm gay because they never see me with a guy. Dancing with a dreamboat will dispel some of those urban myths."

"As long as we're not misleading anyone, I can do that," replied Steve with a grin as he drew Naomi up tight against his chest.

"Well, it looks like your daughter just talked her way out of an embarrassing situation," chuckled Jeff Wilson to his wife as they watched Steve hold Naomi more closely. "Now she has to make it right with all those pretty girls that hang out with the lucky bastard!"

"Look at Steve!" gasped Becky. "He's practically crushing that Naomi now! I thought he was mad at her. He sure doesn't act it."

"I'll let you in on a little secret," responded Gwen with a smile. "Anytime you want Steve to forgive you for something, rub your 'girls' up against him until he gives in. He looks like a big strong guy, but a pair of boobs up close reduces him to a blubbering idiot. He's what scientists call 'a man'. He may even have a little extra testosterone in his system, which renders him especially weak in the knees when he's confronted with breasts of any size or shape."

"Really? That's great to know!" grinned Becky. "I may not have two hands, but I do have two breasts and apparently that's more important to Steve. I'll have him eating out of my hand in no time!"

"I can't believe you just made that joke!" gasped Ashley as she hugged her sister. "You've really come a long way toward getting over your accident. I'm really proud of you." 

"That big lug with that witch's boobs making dents in his amazing pecs pretty much set me straight," replied Becky. "He wasn't even interested in feeling sorry for me. He told me I wasn't handicapped and to get over it. Maybe he'll be interested in feeling something else, something that feels a lot better than 'sorry' does."

The Sherman High School had about a twenty percent black population, but the party was pretty evenly split between black and white guests. A tall black boy approached Gwen.

"I was wondering if you'd honor me with a dance? I know you're a famous star, but you're here, so I thought I'd take a chance."

"I'd be delighted!" replied Gwen as she headed out on the dance floor with the boy. "You're a very good dancer. Thanks for asking me."

"Are you kidding? You're thanking me? Now that I broke the ice, every guy here will be trying to get a dance with you. Your boyfriend seems to be having a good time with Naomi. Most of us thought she might be gay, or at least a man hater. Now she's all cozy with your guy. Does that bother you?"

"It bothers me more that some of you thought that Naomi was a man hater. People must have thought the same about me until I met Steve. I'm graduating valedictorian tomorrow. I never had any dates before I went out with Steve, so people may have thought I was gay or disliked men for some reason.

"Steve's a big boy. He can take care of himself, even around your beautiful, exotic classmate. We have an understanding and we don't get jealous. We are totally committed to each other. We can laugh and flirt with others, but at the end of the night, we're together." 

Steve, Jordan, Charlie, Gwen, Ashley, and Becky spent the next hour dancing with the local students attending the party. Naomi finally found an opportunity to speak to Gwen and Jordan off to the side.

"Steve's pretty much forgiven me for being such a miserable bitch. Now I'm asking you both for forgiveness. I was totally in the wrong. I knew it when I said it. I've worked hard to be valedictorian and spent very little time dating. I'm a social moron. 

"You said that Steve had a thing for me years ago, but nothing like I had for him. I was way too shy to allow it to ever show, although my mother figured it out. I'm black and he's white and it just seemed like he'd never be interested in me. When I heard he was at Sparta, I followed everything he did. That seemed to include the two of you most of the time. I've watched the videos, the TV shows, the concerts, anything with Steve. When he came here tonight with his two beautiful white girlfriends, I became jealous and catty. I wanted to hurt you and I somehow knew the best way to do it was to hurt Steve.

"I'll understand if you don't want to have anything to do with me. I'd be that way if the shoe were on the other foot. I was wrong. I'm sorry."

"You were wrong!" agreed Jordan. "The biggest mistake you made was when you didn't grab Steve when you had the chance. Gwen knew enough to latch onto him. I was pissed at the things you said to Steve, but if he's okay with you now, so am I."

"You were wrong to think that Steve is prejudiced in any way," added Gwen. "I take that back, since he does seem to favor pretty girls with nice bodies. I saw you rub your boobs all over the guy so he'd forgive you."

"Actually, he wouldn't let me rub them against him before he forgave me. I tried, but he had to hear my apology before he'd let me close. Did I offend or upset you by dancing too close to Steve?" asked Naomi worriedly. 

"Are you kidding?" laughed Gwen. "Jordan and my sister, Lisa, have rubbed their boobs all over him when they were topless. And they aren't the only ones. Jordan has pictures on the internet to prove it, and Lisa has posters that do the same. I have a friend that shall remain nameless that had her 'girls' in Steve's face not too long ago. You can release your Krackens for all I care. Steve loves boobs, but he's mine. He's a loyal friend, and a great lover, and I'm not letting him go. I firmly believe that as long as I love him, he'll be faithful to me, as I will to him.

"As far as forgiving you is concerned, once Steve made the decision, the rest of us had no choice. We all know that he wouldn't be happy with us if we were anything less than kind to one of his friends. The more Steve likes you, the more the rest of us will. That just seems to be the way it works. It may seem strange, but it's true, don't you think, Jordan?"

"I never thought of it that way, but now that you mention it, you're right. If Steve likes a person, we girls tend to like them, too. If he loves another girl, we all love her. Not a physical love, but emotionally, we pick up on his feelings and follow his lead. Gwen often leads Steve into these things, like she had Steve take Becky to the formal. He took it from there and now she's one of the 'harem'. Don't get me wrong. I love my boyfriend, but Steve is a special friend and I'm honored to be part of his female entourage. 

"We won't be having sex, but we share everything else and that's what Steve does to females of all ages. I noticed your mom got a little squirmy when she was talking to him. My mom just met him and she thinks he's the best thing since sliced bread. Gwen's mom, and I mean no disrespect, is absolutely in love with him."

"Jordan's right about that. Steve's done so many great things for us, and he's so darn attractive, she's head over heels. But that's okay. I have a boyfriend that everyone likes a lot. That's why I get to sleep with him in my parents' house. He's earned the right to tag their daughter anytime he wants. I'm just a sacrifice my folks have offered up to Steve to keep him close!" complained Gwen as she used her hand to cover her smile. 

"My God! That's just wrong! If you weren't eighteen, I'd report them to child services. Just to help out, we could switch places. I'll wear your clothes and pretend that I'm you. We're practically twins," suggested Naomi.

"That might work, except that Steve would notice the difference when he ran his hands over your butt. He's used to a tiny one like mine."

"Oh Yeah?" challenged Naomi. "Stand next to me. Jordan, tell us who has the bigger ass, Gwen or me?"

"Steve! You got here just in time. Which of these asses looks bigger to you? If it were dark, could you tell which ass belonged to which lady, just by using your hands?" asked Jordan.

"That's a good question. I can't be sure. Suppose you tie a blindfold on me and we find out?" joked Steve.

"Okay, it's a bet. If Steve can tell which ass is yours nine out of ten times, you win. If he can't, we'll swap places for a week," proposed Naomi.

"Nine out of ten times? Wouldn't you rather go for a few hundred?" asked Gwen with a laugh. "That bully spanked my poor little butt in the movie we're making. He knows it very well. He'd never mistake that big bottom of yours for my cute little tush."

"He spanked you in the movie? Now I really want to swap places! You need to be removed from the abuse the guy is heaping on you. I'm offering to help. That's the kind of friend I can be. Please let me help you!"

"I don't think I'll take that bet. I trust Steve, but I'm not going to have him squeezing your bottom if I can help it. It may be much larger than what he's used to, but Steve's nothing if not adaptable. He could learn to like big bottomed girls."

"You two are breaking me up," laughed Jordan. "It looks like Naomi is joining the sorority. Just remember that Steve and Gwen are in love, lovers, soul mates, and disgustingly faithful. Anything else goes."

Steve looked at the three women and shook his head as Charlie wandered up to join them. Any one of them was all a man could ever ask for. The three of them together practically took his breath away. He put an arm around Naomi and the other around Gwen and led them toward the Wilsons.

"Thanks for inviting us, Mr. Wilson," stated Steve as he shook the older man's hand. "We had a great time and I really enjoyed seeing you, your wife, and daughter again. I hope it doesn't take so long for us to get together again."

"Not a chance!" interjected Naomi. "Gwen's invited me to stop in now and then, plus come to your graduation tomorrow. I'm too late to be your girlfriend, but I'm a girl that can be your friend. Gwen's even nicer in real life than she comes across on TV, and she's even more beautiful, with a sharp sense of humor. You've hit the jackpot with her."

Jeff Wilson cast a glance at his wife to find her beaming at her daughter's improved attitude. "I didn't tell the story about the bet. I'll make it quick. We had this jerk named Murphy that was pretty good with a handgun. He thought he was the best, but there were several guys on base that could shoot circles around him and Steve's father was one of them.

"Bill, that's Steve's dad, finally had enough of the empty bragging. He suggested that Murphy was overly impressed with himself and a 15 year old kid could probably shoot better than he did. Naturally Murphy got incensed and challenged Bill to put up or shut up. Long story short, Bill won a hundred bucks from Murphy, but better yet, he shut him up. We knew Steve would be good since he had Bill for an instructor, but we all left the shooting range shaking our heads. Let's just say that those terrorists had no chance when Steve entered that gym with a gun in each hand."




Lady in Red Ch. 28



"He's very good with his hands," agreed Gwen with a smile. "It didn't take me long to learn that."

"On that note, we'd better head home," laughed Ashley. "We had a great time."

"Thanks for having us, Naomi. We didn't hang out much in school, but we should have. You're pretty cool. You just always seemed so aloof and reserved. I regret not being friendlier to you," admitted Becky. 

"Well, I was pretty focused and a bit angry, so it wasn't anyone's fault but my own. Hopefully, we'll become friends now. Thanks to all of you for coming. I was pretty rude earlier, but Gwen and Jordan set me straight. I thank you both for that. Would it be okay if I kissed your boyfriend good-bye?" asked Naomi.

"Go for it, but remember that your dad's right here. Don't force him to thrash Steve for taking liberties with his lovely daughter," warned Gwen as Naomi wrapped her arms around Steve and kissed him gently on the lips."

"Don't worry about me!" laughed Jeff Wilson. "Remember I saw Steve shoot. Kiss her all you want. I bet that I'll be able to stand it longer than Gwen will."

"What nice people," observed Charlie as the group drove back to Becky's home. "Will we ever go anywhere that Steve doesn't have a beautiful girl pining over him?"

Early the next morning, Mrs. Summers fed everyone breakfast before they headed back to Sparta. Becky rode with them to attend the graduation ceremonies that evening.

It was early afternoon and Steve was going for a run when he decided to hit the trail through the hills above the high school. He saw some activity on the athletic field, where the graduation ceremonies were taking place. There was a newly constructed stage sitting near the edge of the field. In front of it were several thousand chairs. The school board had decided to hold the ceremonies outside where they could accommodate what was expected to be a very large crowd.

He recognized Amber's van and realized she was probably going to video at least some of the festivities. He was thankful that he had no active role in the graduation, other than accepting his diploma. This was going to be Gwen's night to shine. She and Charlotte had worked hard to attain the top two positions in the class and he was very content to sit back and enjoy their success.

Steve saw some photographer's setting up tripods on platforms. They were likely paparazzi hoping to get some interesting photos of Gwen, Jordan, or him. How could people spend their lives annoying other people? Then Steve noticed a van parked along an old trail behind the athletic field. It wasn't too far from the river and it wasn't unusual for people to park there and walked down to the river to fish. He saw two men digging coolers out of the van and grinned to himself. These guys were going to drink some beer while they spent the afternoon drowning worms. He idly wondered if they were Bronco fans since their coolers were mostly orange with some blue trim.

Steve finished his run just in time to shower and shave before he got Uncle Joe into the car. By the time they arrived at the school, hundreds of people were already waiting and it was over half an hour before the scheduled start. Steve greeted dozens of people as he led Joe over to the section he and Gwen had determined to have their families sit. 

"Hey, Steve!" came a voice Steve knew had to belong to Kate. "This is going to be the best attended graduation the school has ever had. Look at those guys taking pictures of you. Once Gwen and Jordan show up, they'll leave you alone. I came with your grandfather, aunt and cousin. They thought it would be polite to wait for Mom and Dad, but I told them I'd come ahead and save our seats.

"Hello, Uncle Joe. You must be pretty proud of your nephew. He's a TV and movie star now. Pretty soon he'll be a midshipman and then a SEAL. Pretty cool, isn't it?"

Before Joe could respond, Kate wrapped her arms around Steve. "Everyone here is watching you, and now me. I may even get my picture in the tabloids and get rumors started about Gwen's beautiful little sister. How about a kiss to give them something to talk about?"

Steve held Kate in his arms and looked down at her. She was getting more beautiful every day. She was going to make some lucky guy very happy, if he could handle her wit and enthusiasm for life. He picked her up and kissed her gently on the lips. Then he set her back down.

"Wow! You kissed me! All the other girls are so jealous now. You finally kissed me. That's way too cool. You can do that anytime you want from now on, okay?"

"Here comes your sister and parents. Don't let them find out or we'll both be in trouble," cautioned Steve.

"Gwen! Steve kissed me in front of everyone! You should have seen it, Mom. Everyone else did. I'll be on the front page of the Star Watcher, unless they find another space alien, or Elvis shows up again." 

Steve just laughed as he greeted Gwen's family and then his own. He had more relatives attending his graduation than he ever knew he had before coming to Sparta. He heard his named called and turned to find Becky jumping into his arms. 

"I saw you kiss Kate! I don't think it would be fair if you didn't give me one, too. I know Ashley would like one, but she's a teacher, so give me two!" insisted Becky.

Steve quickly gave in and kissed Becky lightly. As he stepped away from her, Stephanie was in his arms. She didn't say anything. She simply stared at him until he bent over and kissed her. Then he felt a tapping on his shoulder and found Naomi smiling at him.

"You don't want to show favorites, or have people think you're not an equal opportunity kisser, do you?" she asked as she moved in close to Steve and kissed him on the lips.

"Come on, Steve. We'd better get you up on the stage before your lips get chapped," urged Gwen as she pulled him toward the steps leading up to the platform and his seat. Many of the kids had already taken their places. Gwen's seat was up front since she was giving the valedictory address. Steve went to his seat, which was assigned alphabetically. He was three seats from the right side in the third row, between Mike Gullone and a very pleased Lori Henderson. 

"What's Gwen wearing under her robe? I heard most of the girls were going to be in their underwear since it's so warm. I'd like to see...."

Seeing Steve's stony stare, Mike Gullone decided to contemplate his fingers for several seconds before Steve laughed. "I think they all decided to go naked under their robes," offered Steve to his much relieved classmate. "What about it, Lori? Are the girls naked under the robes?"

"I can be if that's what you want!" responded Lori with a chuckle. "Want to help me get my damn bra off?"

"I will!" volunteered Mike Gullone, much to Lori's dismay. "It looks like we have some Syracuse fans here and they plan to party after we graduate."

The stage had filled and the principal was about to start the proceedings as Steve gave his classmate a quizzical look.

"I saw a couple orange coolers under the stage. I climbed up from the back and I slipped and fell. There were two beer coolers under each end of the stage. As soon as this is over, I'm going after a beer. I don't care who they belong to. It'll be party time for this high school graduate!"

Just then the principal asked everyone to stand as Gwen and Jordan sang the national anthem. As usual, they did a tremendous job and the audience applauded and cheered loudly. Steve had been given a copy of the program and knew that Gwen wasn't going to speak for another fifteen minutes or so.

As he listened to the principal drone on about the future and how well the class had done, he tried to decide why he had a nagging feeling of concern. What had happened to upset his balance? He tried to remember everything he had done and said in the last twenty minutes. Lori suggested that he could help her remove her bra, but that was hardly a reason to feel anxious. Mike had volunteered for the job, but that was predictable. He had also wondered if Gwen was wearing just underwear under her robe. Steve had pretended to be annoyed, but it was a typical teenage barb that caused no hard feelings.

Then he thought about the beer coolers under the stage. Why would kids try to hide them there? He decided that they would do that only if they were drinking during the ceremony. Steve was well aware of how possible that was, but he looked over the graduating class and saw no indication of kids drinking on stage. He remembered back to how he had seen men unload coolers from a van parked in the woods above the river and behind the school. 

Steve decided that he had to check out the coolers. It just seemed incongruous, and he had learned long ago to trust his instincts, but not coincidence. Hoping no one would notice, Steve stood and slipped down the row and quickly ducked behind the sitting graduates. He dropped to the ground and easily located the two coolers. 

The stage was about three feet high, but was heavily braced, so crawling to the coolers was not easy and it took him longer than he expected. 

Paula noticed Steve immediately when he stood and slipped behind the other students. She wondered if he was feeling poorly, or had to go to the bathroom badly. He had never given any indication of a weak bladder or a weak stomach before. As the minutes ticked by, she became more concerned. 

"Ted, would you go look behind the stage as see if Steve is having a problem. He's been gone a few minutes and I'm worried."

Ted dutifully left his seat and circled around to the back of the stage. When he got there he saw an orange cooler on the ground and no sign of Steve. Then he saw another cooler slide out from under the stage, followed by Steve.

"What's going on, Steve?" asked Ted. "It isn't like you to sneak a beer during an event like this."

"Ted, I don't think these coolers have beer in them, but I hope they do. I'm worried that they're bombs. I don't want to let anyone know that I found them, or the bomb maker may detonate them. I'm going to carry them into the woods, where any explosion will be less likely to hurt anyone. When you go back to your seat, don't let on that I'm doing this. If there's a panic, the bomber will detonate them, and who knows what else."

"I hope you're not suggesting that I'm not man enough to help you here," countered Ted immediately as he bent and picked up one of the coolers. "We'll get them there out of here faster if we each carry one. Let's hurry!"

It only took a few minutes to carry the coolers back into the woods. Steve quickly found the same older van parked under the forest canopy. He walked up to it and tried the back door. It was locked, so he picked up a softball sized rock and smashed the small window in the back door. Then he reached in and unlocked the door. 

"My God!" exclaimed Ted as he stared at the contents of the van.

"Ted, we need to move fast. Something's going down tonight and it's going to be very bad if we don't do something," stated Steve as he picked up a handgun from a tool box filled with guns. He checked the magazine and handed the gun to Ted. "This is the safety, push it ahead and it's ready to fire. Keep pulling the trigger and it'll keep firing. You'll know when to use it. We've got to get back to the stage."

As he spoke Steve gathered several more handguns, checked their loads and shoved them in his waistband, with two in front and one in back. Then he placed the two coolers in the back of the van and covered them with a towel that had been lying on the floor. "Here! Carry these for a ways while I make some calls," insisted Steve as he handed Ted two vests.

Steve dialed 911 as they walked rapidly back toward the graduation ceremony. "This is Steve Hammer. I have it on very good authority that terrorists plan on attacking during, or immediately after the graduation at the high school. Have responders wear body armor and come in silent. It's likely that there are bombs involved and a loud police arrival may nudge the bombers into detonating the bombs. Ambulances will probably be needed."

When he disconnected, he quickly pressed another button on his cell. "Hello. This is Steve Hammer reporting another terrorist attack on Sparta High School. It's going to begin in the next ten or fifteen minutes. Do what you can!"

Steve stopped and pulled his robe off and began fitting the vest over his shirt. "Take off your jacket and put that on. Then put your jacket over it. We don't want anyone to know we're on to them."

Paula was relieved when Ted returned to his seat. He looked agitated and was sweating profusely. "What was wrong? Are you okay? What happened?" whispered a concerned Paula to her husband.

"Paula, don't ask. Just be ready to get down when the shit hits the fan. Do not panic, but tell the girls to be ready to get down. It's a matter of life and death that they do not act frightened right now. Do you understand? I'm trying to help Steve."

Paula had been terrified at Ted's curt speech, but found immediate relief when she heard that Steve was involved. She turned to Kate sitting next to her and whispered instructions.

"Steve and your father feel there's going to be some serious trouble. You need to be ready to duck down as soon as something starts. Tell Lisa and have her pass it on to Naomi, Becky and Jen. Tell them that they must remain calm or Steve could be badly hurt," warned Paula, knowing that the mention of Steve would reassure the girls. 

The kids sitting behind, and near Steve, had seen him leave and had wondered about it. When he finally returned, he whispered into the ear of the girl sitting on the end. She quickly rose and moved down to take Steve's empty seat while he sat down in hers. He began listening to the speaker while watching the audience. The speaker was Ms. Walker announcing the totals for the fund raising effort.

"To my absolute amazement, this senior class has managed to raise just under twelve million dollars for the hospital building fund, and the number will continue to climb. All of the students worked hard on this and I thank them all. This is a feat we will likely never see equaled. Future generations will benefit from the hard work and generosity of this class. I salute you all!"

When the applause died down, the principal again took the microphone. "We have some new awards this year, compliments of the CBC Network and Clyde Davis. They will be awarded every year going forward. They will be in several new areas. We have the 'Gwen Anderson Medical Student Award' to be given to a graduating senior planning on a career in medicine. The first year's award is going to Charlotte DeVries, appropriately enough. This scholarship is for five thousand dollars and is to be used to buy, books, supplies, lodging, whatever the student feels is needed to pursue his or her goal of a career in medicine. Gwen, would you come forward to award this honor to your friend, Charlotte?" 

Charlotte and Gwen were both in tears as Gwen handed the envelope to her friend. They acknowledged the applause and returned to their seats. 

"Next is a five thousand dollar scholarship named after our own Jordan Quick. It goes to the senior planning on pursuing a career in music. Shelly Malloy is this year's recipient. I understand that she has already written a song that has been recorded by Jordan and will be used in an upcoming major motion picture. Jordan, would you care to award this honor to Shelley?"

Jordan was shaking slightly as she moved from the back to hand Shelley the envelope. She managed to gather herself enough to acknowledge the cheers and shake Shelley's hand. It was obvious that it was a very emotional moment for Jordan.

"Finally, we have the 'Steve Hammer Military Career Award' which is given to a senior pursuing officer training in college or at a military academy. Steve, please come forward and award this scholarship to Jared White, who will be enrolled in officer training while in college."

Steve's eyes were everywhere but on Jared as he walked to the front of the stage. He noticed two police officers moving across the parking lot toward the ceremonies. He accepted the envelope from the principal, handed it to Jared, and then embraced him. While in that embrace, Steve whispered in Jared's ear. 

"I think some bad shit's going down here tonight. Reach in my left sleeve and take the gun from my hand. Keep it hidden in your robe until you need it. I hope you won't, but be ready."

Jared hardly blinked as he seemed to adjust his embrace, but slid his hand up Steve's sleeve and took the gun Steve offered and then carefully moved his hand back. He used his other hand to be sure the robe covered the gun. Nodding, the two friends parted and went back to their seats.

"I have another announcement to make and then we'll have the valedictory address. This afternoon I was given an advance copy of 'Rolling Stone Magazine". I feel confident that this school has never had graduating students appear on the cover before this issue. This is the magazine as it will appear in newsstands and stores starting tomorrow. The cover features Gwen Anderson and Steve Hammer with the banner 'America's Royal Couple?'. Yes, it does end with a question mark, so they haven't ascended to the throne, yet."

The principal allowed the applause to quiet down before announcing, "And now Gwen Anderson with the valedictory address."

"Thank you, Sir. Thank you, all. Traditionally, valedictorians speak about the future, and their hopes and dreams. Tonight, I want to tell all of you some of what I've learned in my senior year at Sparta. I've learned about life, death, love, and hatred.

"You all remember the hatred we were exposed to when those deranged terrorists attacked our school and our very way of life. They were consumed with hatred of an ideology, of a philosophy, of freedom and personal choice. This hatred prevented them from living a healthy, productive life. It consumed them and led to their deaths. Did we deserve any of the evil they brought to our school? I am here to state that we did not.

"Life is precious and this fall, we learned firsthand how precious it is. Three of our classmates perished that day, as did a wonderful father and husband that worked as a custodian here. Their lives were taken; these people were taken from us. That's a void that can never be filled. That's what death does. We still grieve for our loss.

"Lives were saved that cold afternoon last fall when two toddlers plunged into the frigid waters of Emerson River. We saw a hero willingly risk his life to save others. Lives were saved the day of that horrible attack on our school. Billy Marsh and Jared White used their bodies to shield Charlotte and me from the killers' bullets. In doing so, both of these fine men were seriously injured. Many others stayed behind in a gym containing explosives to render medical and moral assistance to those injured in the attack. 

"I can only explain these heroic acts this way. They were acts of 'love'. When people risk death or injury to help others, they are guided by love. When people line up to donate blood for others, the motivation is love for fellow man. That love shown so many times by the Spartan Nation has proven to be far stronger than hatred and despair. It gives life meaning and purpose. Of all the emotions, I believe love is by far the strongest. The Spartan Nation has been tested. It was badly hurt when we lost four wonderful people that horrible day. But the Spartan Nation has shown the world that love trumps hate, that we'll fight for life and dignity, and that we'll never yield to terror and fear!"

The crowd cheered and applauded long and loud as Gwen finished her speech. Tears were shed and eyes turned red as people recalled that fateful day referred to by Gwen. 

As Steve sat back down after applauding Gwen, he noticed the van that had been parked in the woods was driving slowly along the road on the hill above the school. It was about a quarter mile away when he saw the van stop.




Lady in Red Ch. 29



"Did the President of The United States just call you?" asked Naomi in disbelief. "That was the most frightening, amazing minute of my life! Dad said you could shoot, but I can't believe what I just saw! I have to call Dad!"

The stage was filling up with concerned, and very relieved friends and relatives of the graduates. Naomi had used her long legs to vault onto the stage as soon as the handcuffs were removed from Steve. Jared strode across the now crowded stage and embraced Steve.

"I don't know how you do it, but man, did it feel good to have a gun in my hand when those bastards started shooting! It was way better than last time. I knew it had to be some serious shit when you sneaked me the gun. Thanks, for the trust."

"Are you kidding? There's no one in the school I'd rather have with me when the shooting starts. You proved you had guts when you saved Gwen in that other shootout. I'll always have your back. I owe you big time," admitted Steve as he became a bit emotional. "I couldn't slip you a vest in front of everyone. I'm sorry about that. You backed my play, and I'll never forget it. If I can ever do you a favor, just let me know."

"Getting me a gun just before a gunfight starts is a pretty damn good favor by itself!" retorted Jared.

"Excuse me, guys. I'm with the police department. I'm the lead investigator on this fuster cluck. I'm Detective Dorn and I need to ask you both a lot of questions. Right now I'm pretty busy trying to check out the bodies, the bullet holes, and the bomb crater in the road, but I need you both to stop at the station tonight or tomorrow. Give me your contact information. Here's my card. Call me before you come in so I'll know to be there.

"Those three FBI assholes have been taken off this case. They're climbing back into their chopper right now. We Sparta cops will be conducting the investigation for now. The state police will either work with us, or maybe even take over until the FBI can find some agents that aren't total morons. I almost shit when that guy asked if the president had you on speed dial! I think everyone in Sparta knows you're tight with the president. Why wouldn't a lead investigator for the FBI know that rather important fact?

"To compound it, he referred to Ms. Anderson as 'teenage trim', and it was on national TV! The president must have seen it. I'm not in the FBI, but if I learned one thing in police academy 101; it was to never use demeaning sexual references to female suspects, bystanders, witnesses, or friends of the governor and president of the United States. Those idiots must have skipped class that day.

"I need to take your vest in and have it examined," continued the detective. "Could you remove it so I can mark it as evidence? While you're at it, I'd better take the gown, too."

Steve pulled the gown over his head and handed it to the man. Then he unstrapped the vest and gave it to the detective. As he did that, he flinched and realized that his chest was a bit tender.

"Steve, take off your shirt. I want to see how badly bruised you are. We may be going to the hospital right now," stated Gwen firmly.

"We can look later. It's no big deal.... Okay!" relented Steve as he saw the determination on Gwen's face. He reached down and gripped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

"Oh my!" exclaimed Naomi as Steve's chest came into view just before Gwen moved in closer to examine him.

"I can see where each bullet hit your vest. Two of the shots were right over your heart and one was right here, at the bottom of your rib cage. Your skin is discolored already. Does it hurt much when I press on them?"

"Well, I am a little tender there, but nothing is broken. I'll be fine," promised Steve as he prepared to don his shirt. 

"Just a minute! I want to see the bruises," insisted Naomi as she moved in beside Gwen. "No wonder you love this guy. I can't believe his body. Look at the areas the bullets hit. He would've been killed for sure. I told Dad about the gunfight. He saw some of it on TV. He said Steve's the best shot he's ever seen with a handgun. It's a damn good thing he thinks fast, and shoots faster. That whole situation was incredible."

"Let me see," demanded Jordan as she pressed in close. "My God! If you hadn't had that vest on, you'd be gone for sure. I was never so scared in my life. I was knocked ass over tin cup, pardon my French, when the bomb went off. Steve was already shooting by the time I got back on my feet. I saw him kill those three men coming down the aisle shooting at him. You're amazing!" 

"If you would, try to bring in your family members and all these beautiful women you hang out with. I should question them all, just to be thorough," chuckled the detective as he watched Gwen's and Steve's family and friends make their way toward them. 

Steve quickly donned his shirt and jumped down from the stage. He then lifted Gwen, Jordan, and Naomi down. "It's too crowded up there, and I need to speak to Ted. I hope he's doing okay."

Kate launched herself at Steve as soon as he released Naomi. "Steve! I was so scared!" sobbed Kate. "There were guys shooting all around us. You were great! Dad saved Lisa and probably the rest of us. A guy was going to shoot her!"

Even as Kate clung to Steve, he offered his hand to Ted Anderson. "Sir, I always said that you were a very good father and husband. You've proven me right today. By the time I brought my gun around, you'd taken that coward out. I would've been too late to save Lisa, and that would've killed me just as surely as a bullet in my heart."

"I saw that guy aiming at Gwen and how quickly you took care of him. It all happened so fast. I hardly had time to think before that bastard stopped in front of us and raised his gun at Lisa. I was afraid I was going to be too slow, or miss him. I hope I never go through anything like that again. Your quick thinking, decisive action, and damned straight shooting saved a lot of lives. The day Gwen brought you home to us was the best one this family's ever had," choked out the badly shaken Ted Anderson.

Lisa quickly replaced Kate in Steve's arms. She hugged him hard and then pulled him down for a long tender kiss. "You're my family's savior. Thanks for being you. Dad told us how you found the coolers, and how you thought they were bombs, and how the two of you carried them away. You and Dad risked your lives for the rest of us! Then you gave Dad the gun and showed him how to use it real quick. That decision saved my life! Oh, Steve! I love you so much!"

"If I might make a suggestion," interrupted William Patterson. "I have reserved an entire room at the local restaurant Gwen recommended. While you may not feel hungry at the moment, I've always found it beneficial to sit down and try to relax after a traumatic event. We need to reduce the stress, while comforting each other in a quieter atmosphere. I suggest we make our way to Marsh's Landing."

"That's a very good idea!" seconded Paula. "Let's find our cars and go to the restaurant right now. I want you kids to text your friends and tell them we're still going to Marsh's and they're still invited. It's time for some stress relief."  

Later, as the group sat at a large table in the private room at Marsh's Landing, Kate asked, "How do you, Jared, and Dad do it? How do you stay so cool when murderers are shooting at you? I was scared to death. Doesn't shooting other people bother you?"

Steve looked at Kate and nodded as he considered her question. Then he turned to Lisa, who was sitting between Steve and her father. He lifted her chin and ran his hand along her cheek.

"Look at Lisa sitting here with us. She's beautiful beyond words. She's smart, loving, kind, and in love with a great guy. Imagine how Ted and I would feel if something terrible had happened to her. I don't know if we could have lived with that, especially given the fact that we were somewhat prepared for that cowardly attack. Ted and Paula would have missed seeing and loving the beautiful grandchildren Lisa will give them someday. That's how we do it. We have to do it."

Then he turned to Gwen, seated on his other side and pulled her close. "I'm convinced that these guys were Americans, and they had targeted me, you, and your family. The first guy I shot was trying to shoot you. Ted stopped another man just before he shot Lisa. 

"I'd shoot five hundred cowards that try to kill innocent women and children, and a few hundred more before I'd let anything happen to you. Your dad feels the same. I'm sure Jared does as well. He's already taken bullets intended for you."

"Steve's right. I feel a little sick about having to shoot that guy, but he left me no choice. It's a bad feeling to know you killed another person, even if they deserved it. I'm sure not bragging about it, but I'd do it again if it were necessary," admitted Jared. "I've been shot before, and it's no fun. I didn't do anything to that guy, but he wanted to kill me and who knows who else. I'm just grateful that Steve figured out what was going down and he included me in the defense of our friends and families."

"Steve and I discussed this topic after the first attack," revealed Gwen. "It wasn't easy to draw it out of him, either. Men don't like to talk about war and killing. They don't enjoy it. Steve takes no pride or pleasure in killing those men. He did it because it was forced on him. He did what he had to do. Family and friends are extremely important to him. Just be glad he's so capable, but don't expect him to talk much about it. He tries to compartmentalize things like this. He's a big, strong man and doesn't want to show any weakness or misgivings, but it'll be a long time before he works his way back to his usual easy going self."

"Charlie's the same way," added Jordan as she squeezed Charlie's arm. "He served a tour in Iraq right out of high school. He was in the army long enough to qualify for a government loan to go to college. He won't talk much about what happened there."

"Mom, you need to help Dad get through this. Be close, talk to him, and love him all the time. Let him know how proud you are, and how happy you are that he's the man that he is. It sounds simple, but it's pretty important. These men were incredible," praised Gwen as she stood and went over to hug her father and then Jared.

"Jared, you're one of the bravest, finest men I've ever known. If it takes me a lifetime, I'll repay you for your courage on my behalf, as well as for others."

"Thanks, Gwen. I'd make a suggestion or two on ways to repay me, but that boyfriend of yours would kick my ass," grinned Jared. "However, I see a new addition to Steve's bevy of beauties. Do you think he'd be upset if I use my considerable charm to sway her in my direction?"

"Are you kidding? Steve would probably give me to you if you asked nicely. He's serious about believing he owes you big time for saving my life that day. You're a brother. What about your girlfriend? You're not one of those guys that strings girls along, are you?"

"Naw, she dropped me last week. She took up with Jim Barnes. He's probably going to be the team quarterback next year, while I'll be away at college. If I can get in with this lovely lady, I'll be trading way up. What's her name?"

"Come with me," urged Gwen as she led Jared over to where Naomi sat. "Jared, this is Naomi Wilson. Naomi, this is one of my very best friends, Jared White. He saved my life at the first terrorist attack and sure helped out a lot today. He seems to like girls with big butts."

"In that case, he must be all over you, Gwen. Hello, Jared. Do me a favor and tell me who has the bigger ass, Gwen or me," demanded Naomi as she stood and turned her backside toward Jared.

"Good idea!" agreed Gwen as she stood next to Naomi with her ass facing Jared. "Be honest. Which ass is bigger?"

"Well, I can't really say from this angle. I'll need to gather more data. Tell you what. I'll study both asses the rest of the evening and let you know my decision before midnight," promised Jared as he winked at Steve.

"You mean you can't see that Naomi has a much bigger bottom right off the bat?" demanded Gwen. "Look closer. It should be obvious."

"If I looked any closer, that cop would be back here dragging my ass off to jail," joked Jared. "I'll just take my time and do this right. You'll get my answer later."

"In the interest of science, I'll trade seats with you, Jared," offered Ashley, who had been seated next to Naomi. "That'll give you more opportunity to observe Naomi's derrière up close, although I feel like I'm putting Naomi at risk.

"Jared's a smooth talker, an accomplished dancer, a hero in Sparta, and a future Nittany Lion. He's a close friend of Steve's, as evidenced by Steve sneaking him a weapon as he presented him with that scholarship. He was the guy on the left side of the stage, standing tall against those awful men with guns."

"So Steve has black friends? How well do you get along with him? How about Gwen?" asked Naomi.

"I'm not real comfortable with those questions," replied Jared. "If you're trying to get me to say something against Steve and Gwen, forget it. They're truly my friends and color has nothing to do with it."

"That's what I wanted to hear. You feel you're a friend, not a toady or a valet of some kind. I've had some trouble telling good guys from pretenders in the past. Steve and Gwen seem genuine to me, but I wanted to be sure that I wasn't making a mistake. I really want to be their friend and I just needed to know that it was definitely possible."

"As good as you look, you'll be Steve's friend for life. Have you happened to notice all the hot women that are attracted to him? They're not only beautiful, but they're really good people. Jordan's been a wonderful friend. She's always cheerful and nice to all the rest of us even though she's been a big music star for years. Gwen is..., well I took a couple bullets for that girl and never regretted it. You'll be their friend if you're generous, caring, and honest. As a side note, I'm not sure that it's required, but all of his lady friends seem to have great legs and pretty big boobs."

"Oh, my!" exclaimed Naomi as she tried to conceal her smile. "I wonder if I'll qualify. I may not be attractive enough, or my breasts might be too small."

"I'm here to tell you that you qualify every way possible!" responded Jared enthusiastically. "You have a great figure and your legs look like they're a mile long. I should mention that any friend of Steve's automatically becomes my friend, too. We're best friends and he wouldn't have anyone around that didn't like my charming personality."

"Well that's good to know!" laughed Naomi. "I guess I'd better be very nice to you if I want Steve to like me. Is that a safe assumption?"

"Damn straight!" chuckled Jared. "Steve wants me to be happy, so the happier you make me, the better he'll like you."

Steve's grandfather had arranged for a huge buffet for his guests. Steve, Gwen, and Jordan had pretty much invited everyone they knew since he had assured them that he could afford to feed an army. The events of the day had caused many classmates and parents to stop at Marsh's to speak with Steve, Gwen, and Jordan and to thank Steve for his fast thinking. Word had spread that the bombs had originally been placed under the stage. Everyone that felt the force of the explosion that afternoon harbored no doubts about the devastating results if the same blast had been under the stage.

Tyler Smith and his parents arrived half an hour after Steve's group. Ralph Smith was accompanied by Billy's father when he approached Steve, Gwen, and Jordan.

"I really hate to ask favors of you kids. I know you're making a movie, playing at the governor's daughter's wedding in a couple weeks, and flying to Russia later in the month. It's just that Ed Clune's in pretty serious condition. He's in the operating room as we speak. His wife, Sandy, graduated from Sparta five years ago. They have a three year old daughter and a baby due in a couple months," began Ralph Smith.  

"He's the cop that was shot today. He was hit three times; once in the shoulder, once in the leg, and once in the head. Luckily, he was wearing body armor. He was injured by an IED in Iraq a year ago and was discharged from the Marines. He rehabbed and he was getting around pretty well. He just started with the police department last month. He's part time and his insurance isn't very good."

"I think I may see where this is going," offered Gwen. "Would you like us to help in some way? What do you want us to do?"

"My bank is willing to allow the use of that warehouse you used for the prom. We'll supply the power, water, and bathrooms if you kids could find the time to perform for a benefit for Ed. He's a great young man and he and his family need some help."

"I'll cater as much food as I can free of charge for the event. Maybe we can get some people to donate more food, drinks, and time to help us out. If we could raise fifteen or twenty thousand dollars, it would really help the family," added Billy's dad.

"I don't think I can go along with that," stated Steve flatly as Jordan and Gwen spun to stare at him in surprise. "We're supposed to be headed to Florida to make a movie in two days. This thing would take a few days, at least, to set up. We'd have to change our plans and put off filming the movie for this man."

"Are you telling me that you're refusing?" demanded Jordan angrily. "I can't believe that you, of all people, would turn your back on a man badly injured protecting others. That could have been you!"

"Wait, Jordan. Steve isn't finished yet. He's got more to say. Let's wait until he finishes," cautioned Gwen.

"As I was saying, we're not going to hang around Sparta and delay the filming of the movie to help raise fifteen or twenty thousand dollars," repeated Steve. "If we do this, you need to raise your goals considerably. I'll call Clyde and explain the situation. He's probably heard about this mess by now and will be anxious to hear how things are going. He'll know how to make this event work right. Personally, I'll be disappointed if we don't hit six figures in donations for that officer and his family."

The group had been so intent on the conversation with Tyler's and Billy's father that they had failed to notice how quiet the rest of the room had become. Over two hundred people had stopped eating and talking, just to listen to the conversation.

"That's why I love these guys!" called Jared from across the room. "They're going to rock this town to help out an injured policeman. How cool is that? What can the rest of us do to help?"

Paula and Ted had been chatting with William Patterson and Janice Bennington when they saw the two local business men approach the trio. They listened closely to the entire conversation and easily heard Steve's response.

"Your grandson is an amazing young man," praised Paula as the crowd began to buzz about a possible fund raiser. "He's the most unselfish, kindest, bravest man I've ever met, next to Ted, of course."

"So I'm beginning to realize," replied William Patterson. "I've been watching Gwen, Jordan, and Steve work the crowd here this evening. For famous young stars, they're all remarkably well grounded. They treat everyone well and listen to what others are saying. Men listen to Steve when he talks. They value his opinion. Everyone adores the two girls and they're expert at making others feel at ease. I can't tell you how proud I am, and how much I regret not being a part of Steve's life. I'm going to try to correct that mistake."

"I wish my sister Jen were alive to see how her son has turned out," added Janice. "He was incredible today. With Ted's help, he averted a bombing that would have easily killed hundreds, and perhaps thousands. Then he stood his ground, inviting those terrorists to target him to protect others. That's the stuff of heroes, but he acts like it's all in a day's work. 




Lady in Red Ch. 29



"Ted, I have to compliment you on your courage and quick actions. I was a few seats from Lisa and I saw the entire thing. You saved her life and quite possibly many more. That was very brave."

"I hate to admit it, but I was scared to death. I don't have Steve's courage and training. I was sweating bullets waiting for the trouble to start. I feared it, while Steve walked up to the front of the stage to defend against it and to challenge the attackers to go after him. I'm in awe of him. I wasn't brave at all."

"You'll forgive me if I disagree," interrupted Paula. "You have no training, but you willingly helped carry live bombs away from the intended victims, risking your life to help save others. You have no training with guns, but you didn't hesitate to use one to save our daughter when it became necessary. You are a brave, wonderful father and husband. I'm very proud of you. You never need worry about comparisons with Steve. I doubt there's another young man like him in the country, but I also doubt that many men would have done what you did today. You're this family's hero!" 

Steve moved to a quiet corner and called Clyde Davis on his cell. They spoke for a few minutes and then Steve returned to the group. "Clyde's with us all the way. He's coming to town to help set things up. He was having problems trying to get a film crew to work this weekend since it's Memorial Day. They wanted double time for Monday. He wants us to be in Florida Monday afternoon and be ready to start filming Tuesday. We'll be working long hours again to get this finished before we go to Russia."

"Clyde's coming here to help? Now we know this benefit will be a success," offered a very pleased Jordan. "Steve, I'm sorry that I jumped all over you before I heard you out. I should've known that you'd never turn your back on someone in need. Charlie should be back from the bathroom soon. I'll have him call his band mates to see if they can come right away. When do you think we should have this benefit?"

"If I might make a suggestion," interrupted Tyler's father. "They always have a concert in the park on Saturday so we shouldn't have it that night. Sunday night will be the fireworks on Ridge Street. I really think Friday would be best, if you can be ready by then. We'll need to publicize it as much as possible to pull in a good crowd. I can't imagine anyone from the Spartan Nation not attending."

"This is Tuesday, so Friday will work great! I have a few ideas in mind for publicity. This story is still smoking hot and reporters want to hear Steve speak about it. We'll tie that to mentioning the benefit. I know just where to start," responded Gwen as she pulled out her cell.

"Amber? How'd you like to have sit-down with Steve tonight? I thought you might. We're at Marsh's Landing, so come on over. One thing, the police officer that was wounded is in serious condition and we're planning a benefit for him Friday night. We're going to want to mention that in the interview to get all the free advertising we can. Thanks!"

"She'll be here in about fifteen minutes. She's been 'network' since the explosion and just went off air. She's really good. When we leave for school this fall, she's moving into an anchor chair at her station. She'll be the youngest anchor they ever had. She's helped us a lot and I like to think that we've reciprocated."

"Charlie's just spoke to the guys in the band. They'll drive over tomorrow and get things set up. They're glad to help out. They love to perform at these concerts," added Jordan.

"I can't begin to express my gratitude that Sparta has such talented, selfless young people so willing to help out during bad times. It isn't enough that you saved all of the kids and probably the first twenty rows in the audience from certain death, and took several gun shots to the chest, but now we're asking you to do even more," stated Billy's father with emotion. "I hope this town, this nation, realizes what a special thing it has in our young people. We'll never see its like again."

"William Patterson and his daughter had been listening to the conversation closely. "Dad, look how quickly they decided to come to the aid of that officer. Jen's son is incredible. He acts like saving lives is an every day event. We've got to help make this benefit successful."

"I agree, Janice. I'm going to step out and make some calls. Friday isn't very far off and these things take time. Before I go out, let's have Jen give Steve his gift."

A short while later, Jen approached Steve carrying a large item wrapped in festive paper. "Steve, this is something Grandfather, Mom, and I wanted you to have. It's for graduation, and for finding you after all these years. We want to be part of your life and we're so proud of you we can't stand it!"

Everyone nearby went quiet as Steve accepted the package. "Thanks, Jen! I didn't expect anything, but I appreciate that you thought of me. Let me open it up and have a look."

Steve easily removed the wrapping to reveal an old acoustic guitar. "This is an old Gibson! It's a Robert Johnson L-1! Thanks so much, Jen! Thanks, Grandfather. Thanks, Aunt Janice," managed Steve as he stared at the instrument.

"It was your mom's. She left it behind that night and we've kept it for her, hoping she'd come back someday. She loved that guitar," responded Janice as she wiped her eyes. 

Steve felt his emotions begin to get control of him so he gently pulled Jen to him and buried his face in her hair as he hugged her. For her part, Jen smiled widely as tears trickled down her cheeks. She held the back of Steve's head and gently stroked it as she hugged him back.

"That really got to Steve!" sobbed Jordan as she clutched Charlie. "He really loved his mom."

Paula felt the tears on her cheeks as she watched Steve struggle to regain control. Instinctively, she pulled Ted closer and silently hugged him. 

Steve finally began to relax and slowly released Jen. "Thanks, Jen. This may be the best gift I ever received. I'll always treasure it."

After he thanked Jen, Steve began looking for Gwen. When his eyes met hers, she quickly moved to him and let him wrap his arms around her. Then he leaned down and kissed her long and hard. After a minute or so, he drew back slightly.

"Whew! Thanks, Jen! Whenever Steve gets all emotional, he tends to want to hug and kiss me. It seems to help him deal with his feelings. He really, really liked that gift!" laughed Gwen as she smiled at everyone watching her and Steve.

"I just wish I had my camera set up in time for that," joked Amber Stahl as she reached out to shake Gwen's hand. "That would have boosted our ratings. Where do you want to set up for the interview?"

"Could we do it at this table?" asked Gwen as she quickly became all business. "Steve will be able to answer almost any question, but please avoid asking how he felt taking the lives of those men. Once you feel you've covered everything, ask me about the benefit we're planning for the injured officer, okay? We want this to be a huge success."

The guests gathered around to listen closely to Steve's explanation of the day's events as Amber questioned him. His measured, calm response allowed listeners to understand his thinking and the reasons he acted as he did. Amber then switched her attention to Gwen, first asking about her experience with the FBI that evening, and then about taking a call from the president. Finally, she asked about the benefit. 

"One of Sparta's own was badly injured in the attack today. It's incredible that no one else was hurt, except for the terrorists. They had bombs and eight men with guns. Our injured officer was just mending from injuries he suffered while serving as a Marine in Iraq. This brave man and his family need our help. The Spartan Nation has become well known for helping its own in times of need. This is one of those times.

"Jordan Quick, Steve Hammer, and I have agreed to appear at a benefit for this brave man Friday evening. Our favorite band 'The Rising Tide' will supply the music for us. It's the Memorial Day weekend and we want to kick it off right. This'll be the time to pull together. We'll pray for the victims of the senseless, violent actions that we've seen in Sparta this year. But it'll also be a time to celebrate life and the spirit of the Spartan Nation. We've suffered enough. We need an opportunity to give thanks and celebrate. That's what we're going to do Friday. I don't know yet what time it'll start, but we'll play as long, and as well as we can. You can take that to the bank."

"I was given to understand that you, Jordan, and Steve were scheduled to leave for Florida tomorrow to film your movie. Are you postponing your departure?" asked Amber.

"Yes, we're staying a few extra days to help Officer Clune and his family. It's about time that the Spartan Nation had the chance to let its hair down and finally party. This is graduation night. We can't allow fear and terror to control our lives. This is our home town and there's no place any of us would rather be. I'm promising your viewers that they won't be disappointed if they come to the biggest party in the history of the Spartan Nation on Friday. We're going to rock this town!" 

"Thanks, Gwen. I'm sure our viewers are making plans right now to be in Sparta Friday evening. I have another question. It was announced at your graduation that you and Steve made the cover of Rolling Stone Magazine with the banner that you two may be America's royal couple. What's your reaction to that?"

"Truthfully? I'd forgotten about that. We're not royal by any stretch of the imagination. I prefer to think of ourselves as loyal; loyal to our beliefs, to our friends, to our family, to our country, and to each other. It'd be great to be known as one of America's many loyal couples."

William Patterson had returned to the room in time to listen to the conclusion of Gwen's response. "Mrs. Anderson, your daughter has a remarkable ability to deflect praise and redirect it to others. Her humility is real and very endearing. Watching her with my grandson is an honor I fear I don't deserve. They are destined for great things, even greater than what they've already accomplished."

"No offense, William, but you're way late with that observation. My sister and I discussed that subject months ago. We believe that there are forces at play that are beyond our comprehension. Ted and I let them sleep together in our house! We never would've allowed that with any other young man. He's saved my family, including me, numerous times. He makes everyone around him a better person. Gwen was doing great in school before she met Steve, but she was introverted and almost shy. Look at her now. I marvel at her confidence and aplomb. Steve didn't give that to her, but he brought it to the surface. He's encouraged her to become everything she was meant to be. I love that boy with all my heart. I can't even guess how deeply Gwen's been affected by him."

William Patterson was about to make a statement when he noticed Steve pick up his guitar and begin strumming it. He watched as Steve approached Gwen and began singing 'And I Love Her'. The crowd once again went silent as they watched and listened to Steve serenade Gwen in a very public venue. 'Bright are the stars that shine, dark is the sky, I know this love of mine will never die'. More than a few faces in the room had tear drops roll down their cheeks. When Steve ended his song, Gwen rushed into his arms and kissed him hard, while everyone else cheered and applauded.  

Once Gwen released him, Steve looked around the room until his eyes fell on Paula. He once again began playing a tune as he approached Gwen's mother. "Here's to you, Mrs. Anderson. Jesus loves you more than you will know." Everyone loved the change of names for the song, as well as the way Steve delivered it. The crowd was singing along with him by the time he was half way through the song. Paula was beaming and holding Ted tightly as she enjoyed her serenade. When Steve ended the song, Paula moved in and kissed him slightly less passionately than Gwen had done.

Soon after that, Jordan dragged the cover off the old piano sitting in the corner and began playing. Then Charlie joined her as she announced to the crowded room that she was going to sing a song written by Shelley Malloy.

"I'm asking everyone to not video this one because it hasn't been released yet and I don't have Clyde's okay to sing it, but I want you all to hear this beautiful song. It's called 'Half-Hearted' and it's from the creative genius of our own Shelley Malloy!"

With that, Charlie began playing the piano and Jordan soon joined in singing the song. When she finished singing, the crowd erupted in whistles and cheers. Shelley's parents were unable to conceal their pride as Jordan embraced Shelley and then held her hand up high like a prize fighter that had just knocked out his opponent. The rest of the evening saw Steve, Gwen, and Jordan entertain the gathering with stories about the movie and TV shows they had filmed, along with numerous songs. People were able to briefly forget about the attack their home town had suffered earlier that day.

As the evening gradually wound down and people began to leave, Jared approached Gwen as she was speaking to Naomi. "I've studied the situation from every angle I possibly could, legally. It's my highly trained opinion that the two of you have very similar asses. I really should be allowed total access to determine exactly how they differ. I will say that I strongly suspect that Naomi's ass is a bit darker than Gwen's but that's pure speculation, with some strong logic tossed in."

"I see. We did ask a lot from you without giving you the ability to compile all the information required for your study," admitted Gwen. "Naomi is staying over at my place tonight and tomorrow we're having our first pool party of the year. This was planned before the attack today. We have a lot of work to do to prepare for the benefit, but we still need to enjoy ourselves and our time at home. You were planning on coming tomorrow, weren't you? Perhaps you'd be willing to continue your research? We'll be wearing tiny little bikinis, so if that doesn't offend you, please consider it a fact finding mission."

"I'll have to check my schedule," deadpanned Jared. "My sock drawer needs rearranging and I planned on changing the air in my spare tire, but in the pursuit of truth, I'll probably forego those important chores and stop in." 

Gwen rode home with Naomi. As she drove, she questioned Gwen. "Is it a problem that I'm staying over, and Steve isn't? I know you said that your folks let him sleep with you in their house. Am I ruining things for you?"

"Honestly? I doubt if Steve would have stayed over tonight regardless. He won't be sleeping much tonight. Shooting people bothers him a lot more than you'd ever guess from watching him. He'll lift weights and maybe even go for a run. If he stayed over, he'd probably screw my brains out a couple times and then wander around all night, keeping me awake."

"Yeah, that sounds tough. You're lucky I accepted your offer to spend the night so you won't lose all those brains. I guess Steve really gets the job done?" asked Naomi with a hint of envy.

"I learned a few weeks ago not to discuss my sex life with most girls. I talked too much in the locker room and the next thing I knew, the word was out that I liked to blow Steve and he was an expert pussy eater with a big cock. Rumors can start surprisingly easy."

"So, it wasn't true? You don't give blow jobs, he doesn't eat you, and he doesn't have a big cock?" questioned Naomi.

"Actually, it's all true. I just learned not to share that information with random girls. Steve does things to me I never knew were possible. He's an excellent lover, patient and unselfish. He's never left me hanging or disappointed. I shouldn't be telling you all of this for a different reason. I know you won't tell, but you'll want to try him out."

"I admit that he's incredible looking, and has nerves of steel, but I've never been with a guy. I want to focus on my career. Boyfriends take too much time and always want sex. When I finally give myself to a guy, he has to understand and agree with my goals and expectations. Has becoming sexually active hampered your studying and focus?"

"Sometimes I get really horny and have trouble thinking about anything but Steve and his many talents, but for the most part, it actually helps me concentrate. I feel more satisfied and relaxed most of the time. I don't know how it'll work out when I go to Stanford and don't see Steve for weeks, or even months at a time."

"You mean you won't be seeing other guys when you're at college? You're going to be totally faithful to Steve? From what I've heard and read, that's pretty difficult for most young couples when they're separated for long periods of time."

"I can see why, but this is a no brainer for me. Steve is my life. I'll never betray him. I'm certain of that," assured Gwen.

"What will you do if Steve sleeps with other girls? Will you break up with him then, or go out and get laid yourself?"

"Don't tell Steve this, but I'll never willingly break up with him. I'd be one of those pathetic women that takes him back and wonders what I did wrong. I'd forgive him anything, I love him so much. I don't believe that he'd ever cheat on me. He's extremely honorable, loyal, and disciplined. He'll have temptations every day. I know that, but I have to believe in him and he's never given me any reason to doubt him in any way."

"Do you want me to keep an eye on him and let you know what he's up to when he's at the Naval Academy?" asked Naomi.

"No, that would be the one way I could ruin our relationship. He needs to know that I trust him completely and love him totally. I would like you to make sure he's okay and let me know if he has any problems or issues he's not telling me about. He'll try to keep me from hearing anything negative about his time at the academy. If you'd let me know when he has a problem of any kind, I'd appreciate it. I think we can be great friends, Naomi."

"That's just your clever way of keeping me from sleeping with your guy! You make me a friend, somehow knowing that I value loyalty above all else. Now I can't seduce your boyfriend, even if I wanted to. Well played!" laughed Naomi. "Seriously, I'll be the best friend you could possibly imagine. Steve's your guy. I know that and if I can be friends with you both, I'll be happy. Can I still tease him, maybe flirt a little, and give him peeks at 'the girls' now and then?"

"He'd like that, a lot. He won't try anything with you, but he won't complain if you tease him a little. All of his favorite girls do that as much as they can. Jordan and Lisa are the worst ones, but the rest are trying to catch up. It keeps him smiling, and very horny. I benefit from that!" 

The rising sun the next morning saw media vans all over Sparta. They arrived over night so the morning news shows were broadcasting from the parking lot by the school. Local businesses were booming as members of the media, as well as rubberneckers, streamed into town. Steve had turned off his cell and removed his uncle's phone from the receiver. The Anderson family had to do the same after receiving numerous requests to have Steve and Gwen on the network morning news programs.

Unable to land the big fish, many of the other students, teachers and parents found themselves being interviewed on TV. Sandy Johnson, the mousy girl that Steve had asked to move so he could have her seat at the end of the row was a much sought after interview. 

"Steve walked past me and left the stage for a several minutes. When he came back, he leaned down and asked me if I would trade seats with him. He said it was very important. My momma didn't raise me to be an idiot, so when Steve asked me for that favor, I knew something big was up, and I wanted him to have every possible opportunity to do what he had to do. When the blast happened, I was knocked backward, but I saw everything.




Lady in Red Ch. 29



"Steve was knocked back a step or two, but he raised both arms up and shook the sleeves of his gown down to his elbows. I saw a gun in each hand, and then the shooting started. I saw a guy with a gun in the middle aisle go down. Then Steve raised his left hand and shot a man with a gun way back by the light pole on that side. When the three men charged him shooting as they moved up the aisle, I was really scared. Bullets were flying all over, but Steve Hammer just stood his ground, shooting like they were machine guns in his hands. He was incredibly brave! He saved us all."  

Other graduates, teachers, and parents told similar stories. The injured police officer and the planned benefit were also frequent topics. It was the consensus of the Spartan Nation that Steve Hammer had once again saved hundreds, if not thousands of Spartan lives.

Steve was up early and managed his run before the sun fully emerged from the horizon. He showered and ate breakfast with his Uncle Joe. By midmorning, he became bored and decided to drive to Gwen's for the pool party her parents had planned. 

As he pulled into the Anderson driveway, he noticed that Gwen's car was gone. He checked his phone and found a text message from her stating that she, Kate, Lisa, and Naomi had gone to shop for more refreshments since it looked like they were going to have more guests than originally planned. Steve decided it would be a great time to get some laps in and went around back to the pool.

He removed his shirt and placed it on a lounge chair. As he moved toward the pool, he was surprised to hear a voice behind him. Turning, he found Cindy Quick lying on a lounge chair in the corner of the pool deck and she was topless!

"I asked if you cared to rub some lotion on me since I burn easily. It seems the cat has your tongue. So what do you think? Are my tits better than Jordan's?"

Steve looked at Jordan's mother for a few seconds, mulling over her appearance and her words. Making up his mind, he strode over to where she sat, leaned over, picked her up, and then carried her over to a chair by the picnic table.

"What are you doing? I was just teasing you a little. You can't manhandle me. I thought you were a regular Boy Scout. You'd better not be thinking about raping me. Even heroes can be arrested and sent to prison!"

Steve calmly sat down with the well stacked Cindy Quick on his lap. He had an arm wrapped around her, pinning both her arms to her body. She struggled briefly, but quickly realized that she was totally at Steve's mercy.

Paula and Diane had been preparing sandwiches when they heard Cindy speak to Steve. They looked out the window in time to see a surprised Steve studying the older woman. Silently, they watched as he lifted Cindy off the lounge chair and carried her to a chair by the table.

"What's he going to do? He has to know that Gwen and the girls will be back soon," pointed out Diane. "He isn't going to let her seduce him, is he?"

"I really doubt it. If he can ignore the charms of Lisa, Kate, Stephanie, Jordan, Ashley, Becky and a few dozen other beautiful young women, I can't see him falling for Jordan's mother. He's got something in mind. Let's listen to what he says to her," reasoned Paula.

"Mrs. Quick, We need to talk," began Steve. "Let me explain a few things about how the world works. You do not have nicer 'tits' than Jordan. She's perfect, her body is perfect, and certainly her 'tits; as you call them, are perfect. The reason her 'tits' are perfect is that she's such a generous, loving, kind, beautiful woman. A woman with those qualities will always have perfect 'tits'. It doesn't even matter what they look like, or how big they are. 'Tits' don't make the woman. The woman makes the 'tits'. You have nice big firm 'tits' and you're obviously proud of them, but they are far from being as nice as Jordan's. The reason is simple. You aren't as good a person as Jordan. You could have amazing 'tits' with some effort, but you'd have to change a lot. You'd have to stop being so self centered and selfish. You'd have to learn to trust others and to love your daughter completely, at the very least.

"Gwen's mom has a perfect set of 'tits', but she'd never ask for comparisons or try to infer that hers are bigger, firmer, or nicer in any way than any of her daughters' 'tits'. Do you know why? Because she loves her girls; she doesn't compete with them. She does her best to encourage and support them. Because she's such a good mother, wife and friend, her 'tits' are spectacular. If she was a miserable, jealous woman those same 'tits' would be unattractive because she'd be unattractive. All women can have great 'tits', but it takes more than mounds on their chest. You're a very attractive woman and you have fairly big 'tits' but you'll never have great 'tits' until you learn to stop thinking of yourself first. 

"Think about what you asked me. You wanted me to admire your 'tits' and tell you they were as good, or better, than your daughter's. Why would you do that? You should be proud of her, support her, love her, but not try to compete with her. Parents don't do that. At least good, loving parents don't. Watch Paula today. She's gracious, understanding, supportive, and loving. There's a woman with perfect 'tits', and one of the reasons is that she'd never ask a question like you just did. Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you?"

"I...I think I do," responded a quivering Cindy Quick. "I'm a bad person, and a lousy mother. That makes me less attractive, and since I put so much emphasis on my breasts, they can't be anything to brag about, simply because I'm so selfish. I tried to coax you to tell me my breasts were nicer than Jordan's for my own pathetic pride. You love Jordan, and because of that and how good a person she's become, you feel she's perfect, including her breasts. I'm not even close. Breasts don't make a woman beautiful, but a beautiful woman will always have perfect breasts in your estimation."

"Apparently you've seen Paula's breasts and think that they're exceptional, pretty much for the same reasons. She's a very good mother and wife and she's been kind to you. You love her and because of that, her breasts are perfect, she's perfect. I can't even imagine how you feel about Gwen's body, but I know it must be something very special."

"My God, Paula. Listen to Steve talk about your breasts! When has he seen them? What haven't you told me about that? You certainly made an impression on that young man. Have you slept with him? What about Gwen and Ted?" worried Diane.

"Just stop that foolish talk! That time he saved me from those rapists, he carried me up a hill to the car while I was topless. Those brutes had ripped my clothes off, and he put them both in the hospital for their efforts. I've never betrayed Ted, or Gwen. I can't help it if he likes my 'girls' so much," answered Paula with a smile as she turned her attention back to Steve to hear what he would say next.

"You understand what I'm trying to tell you, but will you try to work on your attitude and outlook? Jordan is a woman any mother should be delighted with, but not a woman any mother should try to compete with. She's amazing. Accept it. Embrace it. Be proud of it, but don't try to compete with it. The more you love her and encourage her, the better you'll look to me and everyone else."

"You're right, of course. I feel so foolish now, sitting on your lap with my sagging tits showing. I was stupid. I should never ask a question if I can't accept the answer. I'll go inside now and find something more appropriate to wear. I've embarrassed myself enough," stated a dejected Cindy Quick as she moved off Steve's lap.

"Mrs. Quick, you are a stunning woman. Don't think I'm saying otherwise. You have a wonderful figure, but you can be so much more if you put your mind to it and learn to love your daughter for the amazing woman she is, and not feel threatened by her."

"So you do like them, at least a little?" giggled Cindy Quick as she grabbed her top and hurried toward the kitchen door. She ran right into Paula and Diane when she entered the kitchen. Cindy pulled her top over her breasts as she looked at the sisters.

"You saw and heard all of that? He sure set me straight, didn't he? I never thought a hormonal teenage boy could be so indifferent to my charms. I don't know what you've got going with your daughter's boyfriend, but he certainly loves you, and not only like a mother. I envy you, Paula. I'm going to work to get him to feel the same way about me, impossible as that seems right now," finished Cindy as she headed up the stairs to the bedroom she had been using.

"She's right about one thing, you know," observed Diane softly. "That young man loves you far more than he would simply because you're his girlfriend's mother. You're a very lucky woman. He feels the same way about you as he does Lisa, Kate, and Stephanie. He's very strongly attracted to you, maybe even as much as you are to him. He'll treat his mother like a queen. This is all so intense, and so very cool, as Kate would say."

Just as Diane finished speaking, they heard the girls' laughter as they came into the kitchen. "Did something happen?" asked a concerned Gwen. "You both look so serious. Is anything wrong?"

"Actually, everything is very good," responded Paula. "We've been watching an Adonis out by the pool while we made sandwiches. It makes the work go faster."

"Steve's in the pool?" deducted Kate. "I'm going to go change into my suit right now and join him. I love the way he climbs up the ladder, all wet and muscular looking."

Gwen continued to stare at her mother until Paula finally looked away while breaking her silence. "I'll tell you all about it later. It's all good. Don't fret."

Kate and Stephanie joined Steve in the pool and delighted in his willingness to throw them high above the water so they could dive in. Jordan and Charlie joined them a short time later, followed by Lisa and Naomi. Jared wandered in shortly after noon and Cindy Quick made her way to the pool wearing a modest one piece suit. By early afternoon, there were dozens of kids and parents enjoying an old fashioned cookout. Ted left work at noon to return home to man the barbecue. Gwen was busy helping her mother and Diane for the first hour. Shortly after one, she approached Steve as he chatted with Becky, who was wearing a very small bikini.

"Becky, could I borrow Steve for a minute. I need to speak with him," began Gwen as she took Steve's hand and led him away from the crowd.

"Mom told me about Jordan's mom and how well you handled the situation," revealed Gwen as shock spread across Steve's face. "I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you and how much I love you. It remains to be seen if Jordan's mom will learn from the little talk you had with her, but it's great that you made such an effort. Jordan's worth it. Aunt Diane was even more impressed than Mom. She thinks you should become a shrink."

"Your mother and Aunt Diane heard me with Mrs. Quick? Were they upset? Did they tell you what I said?"

"Not word for word. They said that Jordan's mom tried to get you to tell her that her 'tits' as she called them, were better than her daughter's. You proceeded to use that word a dozen times as you discussed how perfect Jordan was and why her mom wasn't. They thought you used the term quite appropriately for the situation. Jordan's mom told them that she was going to try to improve and come closer to your expectations for her. I'm so proud of you, I have to kiss you."

Gwen wrapped her arms around Steve and pulled his head down to hers and kissed him gently, but passionately. Then she just hugged him for another minute before leading him back to the pool.

"Can I borrow him for awhile, Sis?" asked Kate as she pulled Steve toward the pool. "Jared thinks he and Naomi can beat Steve and me in a chicken fight. Let's show them who the chickens are!"

A little later that afternoon, Steve was in the kitchen looking for plastic forks when Paula stepped inside. As he looked at her, he felt his face get warm.

"Paula, I owe you an apology for saying what I did about you to Jordan's mom. I was trying to make a point to her and I never intended to be disrespectful to you. I shouldn't have said those things, or even brought up your name."

Paula walked across the room until she was quite close to Steve and spoke softly. "Did you mean what you said about me being perfect and having such nice, ah, I think you used the word 'tits'? I didn't think you even looked at them that day you saved me from those rapists. Do you think about that night every now and then?"

"No, I think about it all the time. Of course I meant what I said, but it was rude of me to use that word when speaking about a lady like you. You're an amazing woman and perfect as far as I'm concerned."

"Then you have nothing to apologize to me for," whispered Paula as she rose up and kissed Steve lightly on the lips. "You may want to apologize to Diane, though."

Paula had turned and headed for the door when she made that confusing statement. "I never even mentioned Diane's name. What do I have to apologize to her for?" asked Steve.

"You just answered your own question," laughed Paula as she went back out by the pool. 

Steve had rejoined his friends by the pool for a few minutes when he heard Charlotte curse quietly. "That dumb ass Bill Hardy's in town. He's been asking around, trying to find people that were at graduation yesterday that thought Steve was too quick to shoot and that he endangered a lot of people with his actions. My mother's cousin just called her. She told Mom that he quizzed her son, but Tim wouldn't go along with it. Mom just texted me about it." 

"That guy's getting to be a pain in my ass," admitted Steve with some annoyance. "I'm sure he'll find a few people that'll be happy to second guess my actions just so they can be on TV."

"Remember that we decided the best way to handle all of these issues is straight on, and with the truth," Gwen reminded Steve. "I'm certain that the people in this town support your quick actions, and reactions, even if Hardy does find a malcontent someplace. Should we be interviewed, or have a news conference of some kind?"

"I'm not especially fond of that stuff, but it does help keep the truth out front. I don't care too much about what he says about me. It's knowing he has a bug up his ass about me that causes me some concern. He's seen by millions of people every night."

"It seems like we'll have to put that on the back burner," replied Gwen as she nodded toward the kitchen door where Paula was leading several people out to the pool area. "It looks like the detective that took your vest yesterday, and he's got company."

"These people are with law enforcement and want to talk to you, Steve. They'll also ask a lot of the rest of us questions. Is that okay with you? I thought that you'd be glad to get it over and done and while avoiding a trip to the station. They just knocked on the door and told me they wanted to ask questions. It seems like something we'll have to do sooner or later."

"It's fine, Paula. It saves me the trip down town. The only problem may be that the detective won't remember why he's here or what questions he wanted to ask. You've seen Gwen before, Detective Dorn. It's not polite to stare."

"I'm sorry! I've seen her on TV and in videos, but this is the first time I've seen her in a swim suit. I apologize, Ms. Anderson. I was taken aback by your beauty, but I'm ready to go to work. This is Dr. Sheila Paulson and Agent Jack Lacey of the FBI. They'll be asking questions, too. Jack heads up the FBI team doing the investigation."

Steve and Gwen shook hands with the two government agents. "I have to admit that I'm a little intimidated myself," began Agent Lacey. "One of our guys was sent packing because he didn't display the proper amount of respect to you both, but especially to you, Ms. Anderson. I will do my best to remain professional in my demeanor and questioning."

"Let me interpret what these two guys are trying to say. You've been voted one of the country's sexiest women, along with the blonde in that skimpy bikini over there. These guys are worried about looking where they shouldn't, or in some way, allow the rest of us to know what's really going through their minds. If you remain in that bikini, you can't blame these guys for looking. That's the point they were trying to make," stated Dr. Paulson with a grin.

"Goodness! Am I supposed to take off my bikini so they can question me?" asked Gwen with a straight face.

"You misunderstood..., no you didn't, did you? You're toying with us," laughed Dr. Paulson. "Suppose we begin the interview. One of the reasons I'm here is to attest to the proper behavior of these gentlemen."

"Okay, let's have a seat and get started," suggested Gwen as Steve pulled a chair out for her as she called to her mother. "Mom! Could you get Kate and Stephanie to bring these people some burgers and sodas? Thanks!"

Once again, Steve was asked explained his actions from early the previous day right on through the shoot-out. He had just nicely begun when Ashley and Becky approached them with three plates of food and some drink. Dorn couldn't conceal his interest in Ashley.

"Aren't you a teacher at the school?" asked Detective Dorn as he accepted a plate from Ashley. "Are there many teachers here today? What subject do you teach? I need to ask you some questions when I'm finished here."

"You already have," chuckled Ashley. "I teach English and there are a couple other teachers here. This is my sister, Becky Summers. She's visiting me, and she's friends with Steve and Gwen."  

"I'd shake, but I seem to have my hand full," wisecracked Becky as she placed the food dish on the table. "Steve calls me 'Lefty', but you'd be advised not to do that. Steve gets upset when I cry."

"Of course, Ms. Summers! I understand completely. That's why I'm here and the last agent's back in DC shuffling papers," replied Jack Lacey. "I won't make his mistakes. Thanks for the food. I appreciate it."

Steve smiled as Dorn watched Ashley and Becky walk back toward the pool. As he glanced around the table, Steve realized that both Gwen and Dr. Paulson had noticed the same thing.

"This environment is like a minefield for Detective Dorn," observed Dr. Paulson. "He's having some difficulty staying focused and not staring at the guests. Try to stay on topic, Detective, please."

Dorn had the decency to blush as he turned his head back to the group at the table. Half an hour later, Gwen and Steve were finished and Jared sat through an interview. A short while later, Ted was sitting with the group explaining his actions of the previous day. After that, Dorn, Lacey, and Dr. Paulson mingled with those attending the party, asking questions and listening to observations and comments.

Dr. Paulson led the other two to a secluded corner to compare notes. "One of my assigned tasks was to see if any of these people had suffered significant mental trauma from the violent events of yesterday. It's my conclusion that they've formed the best support group I've ever seen. It centers on Steve Hammer and Gwen Anderson. The females here adore Steve and have complete faith in his abilities to protect them from harm. Even the older women, like Mrs. Anderson and her sister, defer to him. 

"In matters of protection and safety, they all believe that Steve Hammer can handle any crisis, and they feel extremely safe when they are near him. That, along with the way he answered questions posed by you both, has convinced me that he is not a danger to any law abiding individual. He's gracious, polite, even humble. He's no threat to society and in my opinion, is a tremendous asset to this community. My report will state that, unless one of you persuades me differently."




Lady in Red Ch. 29



"I've got to agree. Every person here supported his actions without reservation. They don't show any noticeable signs of PTSD that I could see. These two kids attract good people to them. I've never seen anything quite like it. It's like they're eighteen, going on forty. I can't see any reason to suspect this attack was anything other than what it appears. These kids are clean. We can concentrate on the attackers and their actions. We can leave now."

"You guys go ahead," offered Detective Dorn. "I'm going to hang around and do a little more investigating. I have a few more questions."

"Are any of those questions for that blonde teacher?" joked Agent Lacey. "You seem to be smitten by her."

"Have you ever had an English teacher that could fill out a bikini like that?" demanded Dorn as he watched Ashley apply sunscreen to her arms.

The FBI people laughed and headed to their car while Dorn meandered back into the party. It was about twenty minutes later when Ashley approached Steve with a nervous acting detective following her.

"Steve, Detective Dorn has asked me to go to the concert with him Friday night. I told him I planned on volunteering at the benefit and he promised he'd help me do whatever I was doing. I heard how Lisa relies on you to help her decide if a guy is the real deal or a pretender. Should I go out with the detective?" finished Ashley.

"That's a good question, Ashley. How old is he? Has he ever been married? Does he have kids? What are his intentions? Does he make a good living? What are his long range goals?" asked Steve bluntly.

"Who the hell do you think you are to ask questions like that? You're not her father! I don't see why I should be trying to convince some kid why I should be allowed take Ashley out," snapped Dorn.

"Well, Ashley, it looks like he's not the one. Any man worth his salt would crawl over broken glass just for a smile from a woman like you. It appears that the Detective doesn't need or want a smart, beautiful, generous woman. He must have so many ladies already that he doesn't need to waste his time trying to convince me that he's good enough for you," reasoned Steve as he stared at Dorn.

"Wait! I made a mistake. I don't have any girlfriends. I was just surprised and embarrassed that Ashley would ask you if she should go out with me. I'm single, graduated from State with a degree in Criminal Justice. I'm twenty-eight, never been married and don't have any kids. I want to stay in Sparta and work my way up and eventually head up the police department. I don't make a lot now, but in a couple years, I should be making a pretty good salary. I'm a good detective, but I need to control my temper a little better. I'd never hurt a woman, or force myself on one. 

"I saw Ashley when we were investigating that first attack, but I never had the chance to speak to her. I've been trying to think of an excuse to talk to her for the past several months. I apologize for being such an ass earlier, but it was my pride talking. I'm trying to convince an eighteen year old that I'm good enough to date his teacher. That just seems weird to me, but I'll do whatever it takes to prove to Ashley I'm a good guy."

"What do you think now, Steve? I don't think I can stand dating another loser. He's pretty good looking and he has a big gun. Should I take a chance on him?" wondered Ashley. 

"Detective Dorn, you're right that I'm not her father. He's dead. I'm the one guy on this planet that really cares for Ashley and wants to see her happy and safe. That should make you like and respect me, if you have any feelings for Ashley. She's special, beautiful, and smart, but very vulnerable. If she goes out with you, will you avoid tobacco and drugs; and alcohol if you're driving? Will you treat her with respect and be willing to do anything it takes, including endangering your own life to keep her from harm? Does that sound like too much to ask?"

"No, it doesn't, to be honest. I'd gladly do all of that for her. Just give me the opportunity to prove it," implored Dorn.

"If you want to go out with him Friday, I think it'll be okay, but let me know if he mistreats you or uses drugs, or alcohol and drives. If he can't respect a wonderful woman like you, he doesn't deserve you," reasoned Steve.

Dorn stuck his hand out and Steve shook it firmly. "I'd better get back to the station. I've got tons of paperwork and reports to fill out. Thanks, Steve. I'll call you, Ashley, to set a time to pick you up on Friday."

As soon as Dorn disappeared from sight, Ashley jumped into Steve's arms. "That was so sweet! You really do look out for me. No wonder all of us females love you so much. Gwen, Becky, Jordan, and Naomi are all looking at us. I'd better let go of you and go tell them what just happened," reasoned Ashley just before kissing Steve on the lips and then running off to join her friends.

"It's a good thing Steve graduated yesterday or Sis could be in trouble for such an open display of affection for a student," stated Becky as Ashley hurried their way with a huge grin on her face. "Look at her smile. It makes me wonder what just happened."

"That Detective Dorn just asked me out on a date!" giggled Ashley like a school girl. 'He was pretty shy and got all red when he finally managed to ask me."

"Cool!" replied Jordan. "He's a good looking guy and only a few years older than you. I saw him giving you the 'once-over', about ten times. Can we assume you agreed to go out with him?"

"I made him talk to Steve about it. I saw how much Lisa relied on Steve's opinion to help her find a good guy. I thought it seemed like an excellent idea, so I told him that Steve had to okay it before I went out with him."

"He was okay with that?" asked a skeptical Naomi. "He's a cop and ten years older than Steve. I can't imagine him not getting pissed at that notion."

"He did get all pissy with Steve! He said he didn't think he should be asking a kid if he could take me out. Steve pretty much told him to go to hell if he didn't feel a smart, beautiful, generous woman like me was worth the effort to convince Steve he was a good guy. He was annoyed because Steve asked if he was married, had kids, had plans for the future, and if he made a good living. Can you imagine? Dorn bitched that Steve wasn't my father.

"Steve told him that my father was dead and that he was the one guy in the world that genuinely cared about my welfare. The detective apologized pretty quickly. He couldn't eat crow fast enough. He practically begged Steve to reconsider.

"Then Steve told him he had to treat me with respect, not use drugs, or even alcohol when he drove with me! He told Dorn he had to be prepared to risk his life to keep me safe. If he agreed to all of that, Steve would let him take me out."

"My God! Steve gave Detective Dorn 'the talk'!" gasped Lisa as she arrived in time to hear the end of Ashley's story. "That's so cool! Doesn't it feel good to have a man care enough about you to lay down the law to another man that wants to date you? Dad gave Steve the same talk, more or less, and then Dad gave it to Jason last weekend. I was so proud of Dad and Jason told me his respect for Dad increased immeasurably. I've got to tell Dad about this!"

"Gwen, your boyfriend is full of surprises. When I saw his beautiful, blonde teacher hugging and kissing him, I thought he was probably working on getting into her little bikini panties. It turns out he's protecting her like a father would. I should have remembered that he likes the more ample assed type."

"That reminds me," stated Gwen. "Where's Jared? He should have formed an answer by now about who has the bigger butt. He's studied yours all afternoon. I wonder if he even had time to glance at mine."

"It's a pretty safe bet he managed a few looks. Every man here has done nothing but look at your ass, except when you were facing them, and then they stared at your boobs," observed Naomi. "I will admit that a few eyes wandered Jordan's way now and then, although I can't, for the life of me, figure out why."

Gwen's and Naomi's banter was interrupted by Charlotte. "I've been following the news reports today. I know you said you wanted to relax and not bother with them, but a lot's been going on. For one thing, Steve was right about those armed terrorists being American.

"They all belonged to a survivalist group in Montana. They hated the government and blamed it when they lost their homes and marriages in the recession. They were all bitter, lonely men that formed a support group that fed off each others' hatred and anger. Most of them had police records for violent offenses.

"They wanted to send a message to the world about how unfairly they had been treated and they decided that finishing what the other terrorists failed to accomplish would gain them the necessary notoriety. They especially wanted to kill you and Steve, and any family and friends they could manage. They expected to blow up half the population of Sparta at the graduation and then shoot any survivors! The police in Montana found all of the information on computers at the compound where the men lived." 

"Wow!" exclaimed Gwen. "Steve was right about them being after us and our families. Now I worry that there are more people that think the same way. Steve won't be around all the time to keep saving Kate, Lisa, me, and everyone else."

"Don't get too upset over this. We'll just have to think of some ways to keep everyone safe. You and Steve are 'America's Royal Couple' and will be the targets of all sorts of schemes and scams until someone else comes along to gain public favor," reasoned Naomi. "But, you're both smart and very capable. This is just the down side to being the sexiest woman alive and dating the sexiest man ever born. My offer to trade places still holds."

"I guess there's a price for everything, and no good deed goes unpunished. I think Steve and I need to catch up on what's going on with this investigation and maybe have a news conference. That Bill Hardy will be doing his best to denigrate Steve and me any way he can." 

Gwen found Steve eating a hamburger and led him into her father's den. Then she dialed Clyde's number and put him on speaker phone. "Clyde, we're thinking of having a session with the press. They're all over town and that Bill Hardy's trying to ruin us anyway he can. I think Steve needs to state his case again and let people hear what he did and why."

"I have some information for you kids that should reduce the effects of Hardy's smear campaign. I've seen and handled bullies like him my entire life. Here are a few suggestions you should consider."

Twenty minutes later, Gwen placed a call to Amber Stahl. "Amber, Steve and I have been deluged with requests for interviews. We feel it's about time we made ourselves accessible to the media. I was wondering if you could set it up? We'll be at the warehouse we're using for the concert in half an hour. Do you think you could alert your fellow reporters that we'll be fielding questions at that time?"

"Sure, Gwen, but I should warn you that Bill Hardy's in town and he's looking for anything he can find to make you and Steve look bad. He really has a bug up his butt about you both. He's the nightly news anchor for our network, so I have to be careful around him. The station treats him like he owns the place. Be aware that he'll do his best to make you guys look bad."

"Thanks for the heads-up, but we're as prepared for him as we'll ever be, so please let everyone know we'll be available in half an hour," responded Gwen before disconnecting.

Half an hour later, Steve and Gwen entered a room set up with chairs and about a dozen microphones on a table in front of it. Over a dozen reporters were seated on the other side of the table.

"Thanks for coming, everyone. We understand you have some questions for us about the situation yesterday at our graduation. First, let me say that we've been told by the family of the Officer Clune that he's out of intensive care, but still in serious condition. With time, care, and determination, he should make a full recovery. Nothing is more important to us right now than the health of this brave officer of the law that was gravely wounded protecting the citizens of the Spartan Nation. We thank him for his service, his sacrifice, and his bravery. Now we'll entertain questions."

Most of the questions were directed at Steve and his role in thwarting the attack the previous day, starting with his morning run. Steve answered all questions precisely and gave sound explanations for every move he made. Things seemed to be going well until Bill Hardy gained the floor.

"Mr. Hammer, how do you justify firing two handguns into such a large and panicked crowd? Wasn't it possible that some of the bullets fired by you could have struck innocent people?"

"I'm not here to justify anything, Mr. Hardy. I'm simply answering questions about what occurred. People like you will take it upon themselves to worry about justifications. I simply did what I felt was necessary at the time."

"You seem to have a cavalier attitude about the lives of innocent people. It didn't worry you that some of them could have been shot, and possibly killed, by the bullets fired from your handguns?"

"Mr. Hardy, you've been doing your best to push your agenda of maligning Steve and me for months," responded Gwen hotly. "If Steve didn't care about the lives of others, would he have dived into that icy river to save those children last fall? Would he have entered that gym last winter knowing that armed terrorists with bombs were waiting? Would he have carried those bombs away from the stage yesterday, knowing they could be detonated at any time? Would he have returned, knowing that he was likely to be in a deadly gun battle? He didn't have to do any of those things, but he did. He did them because he values lives very highly, especially innocent women and children. For you to suggest otherwise is far more than just insulting. It's abominable!

"Let me ask you this question, Mr. Hardy. It's been 24 hours since that attack. You've had time to consider everything. Exactly what would you have done in Steve's situation, assuming you had the skills of observation and deduction that Steve has? Tell us just exactly how you would have handled the whole situation," demanded Gwen.

"I'm not here to answer questions. I'm the reporter! I ask the questions, and you're not doing a very good job answering them," replied Hardy as he made no effort to conceal his annoyance.

"You're a public figure, creating news with lies and innuendos. You're implying that Steve may have unnecessarily risked innocent lives, so it's reasonable to ask what you would have done differently. I think I know the answer to that. You aren't exactly known for your courage and conviction. You never would have noticed the bombs. If you had, you never would've risked your life to remove them. If you had done that, you never would have returned to the stage knowing armed men were planning an attack. If you had come back armed, you probably would have shot more innocent people than the attackers because you lack the skill and the nerve to do what Steve Hammer is so capable of doing. 

"Lacking those skills and courage, you waltz into town looking for people that are critical of Steve. You try to build a case against Steve; that he was reckless and out of control. The truth is quite different. Steve is expert with handguns, with either hand. There probably aren't more than a couple dozen people in the world that could have accomplished what Steve managed yesterday. He shot fast and he shot straight. No bystanders were harmed. I agree that it's difficult to believe, but that fact is testimony to Steve's nerve and skill, not his good fortune.

"What have you done to help others? When have you risked your life for innocents? When have you stepped forward on a stage, knowing full well that you'd be the target of multiple gunmen? Have you noticed that none of the other reporters have pursued your line of questioning? You probably would have us believe that it's because you're so clever and can see what others do not. The truth is that you're a petty, jealous man using your position as a network news anchor as a bully pulpit to push your agenda. That agenda, for whatever reason, is to attack Steve and me.

"I don't care so much what you say about me, but Steve Hammer is a hero by any definition of that word. He's proven his courage, skill, and respect for life more times in the past year than most people do in a life time."

"This is all very touching, but not answers to my questions, Ms. Anderson. You've admitted having a relationship with Mr. Hammer. Wouldn't you think that would certainly prevent you both from being considered 'America's Royal Couple'? Can you honestly say that your conduct has been such that anyone could consider you a 'Royal Couple'?

"I'd like to address that question," stated Steve calmly. "We never asked for that title. America has no royalty. We're founded on the belief of equality. That said, Gwen Anderson is a wonderful role model. She's proven herself to be generous, brave, and compassionate. Her beauty is breath taking, and her intelligence is almost off the charts. She represents everything that's right with this country, and with its young adults."

"Is sleeping around something parents should want their children to emulate?" retorted Hardy.

Steve quickly rose from his chair and moved around the table in Hardy's direction. Before he made it very far, Bill Hardy began back pedaling and tripped over some cables. He barely hit the floor before he was back up and moving quickly for the door. Steve calmly stopped, bent over, and picked up a cell phone and handed it to a lady reporter he didn't recognize.

"You dropped this, Ma'am," smiled Steve as handed her the phone. "Now where were we? Where did Mr. Hardy go? I thought he wanted to ask us more questions."

After he spoke, Steve broke into a hearty laugh. Soon all of the reporters were laughing with him. The laughter continued even after Steve returned to his seat. Gwen was grinning as she moved ahead to speak into the microphones.

"I have some other information I want to share with you. Clyde Davis, our friend and manager, has joined with a few substantial investors, along with Jordan, Steve and me to form 'The Lady in Red Productions'. It'll take over the production and marketing of our line of swim suits and evening wear. To that end, we have purchased the Lerner Building just down the street. It will serve as company headquarters as well as be used to manufacture the clothing line. We expect to hire about fifteen people immediately. We'll no longer be paying other companies to make our products. We'll guarantee that they'll be 'Made in America' and be of high quality. 

"Our production company will be involved in music, movies, TV, posters, promotions, advertising, and finding and signing talent. All profits will be channeled to charitable endeavors in the Spartan Nation. We'll continue to funnel all profits to the hospital fund through the end of the year. Then we'll reassess the needs of the area. Clyde believes that our movie, which will be titled "Midnight Lights", will easily repay investors in the first few weeks of release. Once expenses are met, our share of the profits kicks in and all monies made by the shares that Jordan, Steve, Clyde, and I control will be channeled to the hospital expansion fund. It's our hope that we'll raise enough to make the hospital expansion viable. Profits from future projects may be directed to other worthy causes.

"I'm extremely proud to announce that "Lady in Red Productions' has also purchased this wonderful building. You can see some modifications are already being made. After the concert Friday, construction will begin in earnest. You are now standing in 'The Lady in Red Center for the Performing Arts'! There will be Broadway shows, cultural events; charity events, fund raisers, and who knows what else taking place here.




Lady in Red Ch. 29



"Friday night will kick off a new era in the Spartan Nation. This concert is for our injured officer, but also for all of us Spartans. Admission will be free. Food and drinks will be free. We want everyone to come to this. We ask that people donate what they can to the officer's family, but want no one to stay away because they are low on funds. If you give a dollar, you'll be treated as well as the people that give five hundred. This isn't about anyone's community standing, or class distinction. This is about giving back to an officer that's given just about everything he has to keep our country and our town safe. This'll be the night we stand as one nation, unified against hatred, terror, and violence. 

"Clyde Davis is in the process of negotiating the rights to broadcast this event. Those rights alone will make it a very successful evening for this wonderful family, but we're still asking people to remember Officer Clune in whatever way they can. But mostly, please come out and celebrate life! Join in with other citizens of the Spartan Nation. Show the world that we'll not be intimidated by thugs and killers. Show that we take care for our own, especially the children, and those in need. Thank you all for coming," finished Gwen as she stood, took Steve's hand and walked toward the door.

Everyone that had been attending the Anderson party had stopped to watch the news conference live on Channel 5. "Once again, Mrs. Anderson, I've got to tell you that your daughter is an amazing young woman. She knew when to stop and timed it perfectly. She did a wonderful job!" praised Steve's grandfather.

"Yes, she did. It didn't hurt that Clyde found some willing investors to join him in this venture. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you, William?" 

William Patterson simply shrugged his shoulders and smiled at Paula. "We'll just enjoy the moment while we watch your daughter and my grandson show everyone exactly why they're 'America's Royal Couple'. It's exciting just being around them."

When Gwen and Steve left the press conference, they were greeted by dozens of fans. Traffic was heavy and there was an air of excitement enveloping the town. They spent some time signing autographs. One girl asked them to sign her copy of 'Rolling Stone Magazine', declaring that it would be a very valuable collector's item some day. That statement allowed Gwen to envision a fund raising possibility. She pulled out her phone and called Clyde as Steve listened in.

"I know you're busy, but I was thinking that if we had a few hundred copies of 'Rolling Stone' and they were signed by Steve, Jordan, and me; they'd sell for twenty dollars or more each. It'd be worth a try. Yeah, get them to us tomorrow and we'll sign them.

"You watched that news conference? I'm sorry that I flared up at that jackass, but I couldn't let him imply that Steve was reckless, or lacked compassion and concern for innocent people. You think it sounded sincere? Clyde! It was sincere! I'm glad you think it went well. I was a little worried that I came off as a bitter hag. That's true. I'm a woman in love defending her man. Thanks, we'll see you tomorrow."

Gwen spoke to Steve as he started the car. "Clyde said he thought the news conference went well and that we handled Hardy as well as we could have under the circumstances. He also warned that you made Hardy look foolish. He'll be even more determined to undermine us any chance he gets." 

The next day, Jordan, Gwen, Steve, and the band spent the afternoon going over the songs they intended to play at the benefit. They rehearsed in the same banquet room they had used weeks earlier to prepare for the previous benefit after the tornado. They worked on some simpler pieces they had never done before as well as removing the rust from songs that hadn't done in some time. By the end of the afternoon, they felt they were ready for Friday night. They did not want to strain their voices or tire themselves out before the big night.

Naomi, Lisa, Becky and Ashley hung around the hotel to listen and help any way they could. They'd bring water and snacks, or just sit and listen when they weren't needed. The girls soon realized that that had to have a person posted at the door or hotel patrons would try to enter the room. The girls began taking turns guarding the door and politely asking people to give the performers some privacy.

"You guys are amazing!" praised Becky as the group prepared to leave the hotel. "This place is packed and people kept trying to sneak peeks of you. A lot of them stood outside the doors and listened. I heard people saying that every hotel and motel within a hundred miles is filled. Some people are even renting bedrooms in their homes out to strangers! The roads are clogged already and every business in town is doing tremendous business. The town fathers should hire you guys to play every Memorial Day since it's so good for the area."

"That's something to think about. I'd love to start a tradition, if we could work it out," enthused Jordan. "Coming together with you two and the band every Memorial Day to start the summer block party off with a bang would be fantastic. I hope the fates make it possible."

Traffic was unusually heavy as the group made its way back to the Anderson home for dinner. Paula had prepared a buffet style dinner since there were so many people visiting. Once everyone had full plates, the conversations began.

"Jordan and I have been asked to do layouts for Playboy and Maxim magazines. We'd like to hear what everyone thinks about it and help us decide if we made the right decisions. Dad, how would you feel about it?"

Ted thought for a while before responding. "I'm not so sure of anything anymore. A year ago I had a simple life with a great wife and three wonderful daughters. Life was a bit predictable, but I was content.

"Now my daughters are famous models and performers. Gwen's been named one of the sexiest women in the world, as has Jordan. You're in movies, on TV, making recordings and being targeted by terrorists simply because you're beautiful and famous. I still want what's best for you, but I'm having some difficulty deciding what that is.

"Now I worry that I've held your mother back by marrying her all those years ago. She was the most beautiful young woman I ever saw. She could've been in Playboy, could've been an actress, a model, almost anything. Was I selfish by wanting her for myself, as my wife? I never even considered that possibility until you and Steve began the most amazing journey I've ever seen. I never could've imagined this in my wildest dreams.

"I don't feel in control any more. Maybe I was wrong to think I ever was in control with four beautiful, smart women in the family. But I've come to realize that Paula and I are relying more and more on you and Steve to make smart decisions for yourselves, and for this family. Personally, I think you're too young, too innocent, too much my daughter to be in Playboy, but I'll not complain if that's what you decide. Maxim is a bit less revealing, more modern and relevant, and I think it would be perfect for either, or both, of you girls."

"Dad, you're the best father in the world!" exclaimed Gwen as she went to her father and hugged him. "We've always felt safe and protected when we were with you. You proved yourself again at the graduation, but we all knew before that happened that you were the best."

"That's right, Dad!" added Lisa. "You've always been our rock. We're growing up and finding our own men, but you'll always be number one to us girls. You are the best!"

"I'd like to weigh in on this Playboy talk," insisted Paula. "First, I loved being Ted's wife and the mother of these girls, so never think anyone held me back. As far as posing for that magazine is concerned, Ted's right. The time may come when it would be okay for either of you, but it's not now. You're lucky both magazines asked because Maxim looks pretty tame and way more acceptable, so I'd vote 'yes' to that one, but you girls should each get your own month. It's great that people think of you as being together all the time, but that's going to change. The three of you will be going in different directions and need to establish your identities as individuals. That's my two cents."

"I agree with Mom and Dad," chimed in Lisa. "I've turned down a couple shoots that wanted me naked. I didn't mind doing that with Steve since I still had my bottoms on and I knew he was completely trustworthy, but I'm not risking upsetting Jason or winding up in a situation that embarrasses me later on. Maxim would be perfect for you both, especially if you get your own month and cover."

"Charlie, how do you feel about it?" asked Jordan to her boyfriend.

"I can't tell you what to do. I know that, but I really appreciate that you asked for my thoughts. I think that Gwen's folks are pretty sharp and have stated exactly what I was thinking. I'll love you no matter what you decide."

"I notice that I wasn't asked, but I'll toss in my opinion anyway," declared Jordan's mother, Cindy. "Maxim is a far better choice. A few weeks ago, maybe even a few days ago, I would've voted for Playboy, but I've been shown the light, so to speak. You're perfect, physically, and mentally. There's no need to show all of your perfect parts to the world at nineteen."

Jordan noticed that Cindy looked Steve's way several times as she spoke to Jordan. It was obvious enough to cause Jordan to decide to ask Steve about it later. Something had happened between them and her mother was trying hard to be more like Paula of late.

"That brings us around to Steve. This is a secret, but he's going to do a photo shoot for 'People' magazine while we're in Florida. He's in the running for the world's sexiest man. They have half a dozen famous, sexy men pose and do interviews and then announce the winner in a few months. Even the guys won't know who it is before the announcement. If it's anyone but Steve, we'll know it's rigged," stated Gwen flatly.

"Getting back on the topic of naked versus mostly naked girls," laughed Steve, "I have to agree with Ted. Not only because he's your father and he's always right, but because I feel the same way he does. Your girls are sexy as heck. You can get a lot of mileage out of teasing all the horny guys in the world without showing them the goods. That'll make them bigger fans than posing naked. Keep them wanting to see more, at least until the movie comes out." 

"Mom and Aunt Diane already booked flights to Florida. They're taking Stephanie and me to see you guys make the movie. Becky'll be there with Ashley. We'll probably all be famous models by the time we come home," predicted Kate with a big smile. "Playboy will be after all of us. Maybe we can do one of those theme spreads, like "The Girls of Steve Hammer" or something. That would be really cool!"

"Not going to happen before you're eighteen. That much I feel comfortable saying even in these changing times," assured Ted. "A few months ago I would have said it would never happen, but things aren't as simple as they used to be." 

"Stephanie texted me that Tyler told her that they're installing huge monitors inside and outside the new "LiR CPA"," revealed Kate to change the subject. "I guess they're more like those 'jumbotrons' that they have at football stadiums."

"The 'LiR CPA'?" questioned Jordan. "What does that mean?"

"It's going to be what everyone calls the 'Lady in Red Center for the Performing Arts," responded Kate. "That's what we kids use in our text messages and it's already starting to stick as a nickname."

BY noon Friday, people were milling around the newly named 'LiR CPA". The empty field next to the building was used for parking and volunteers were directing traffic, as well as parking. Large trucks with the names of major companies were parked on one side of the building as food and drinks were delivered to waiting volunteers. A huge barbecue pit had been erected and all sorts of food was being prepared. The music wasn't slated to start for another six hours, but people were buying raffle tickets and trying their luck at simple games like Bingo. Different local organizations had been designated areas where they could conduct fundraising projects. The ladies auxiliary of the fire department was running the popular Bingo game.  

Steve and Gwen, along with their friends, visited the site around three that afternoon and were surprised at the size of the crowd. They were cheered and even mobbed as they walked around the building. Most of the fundraisers were outside and the lion's share of the crowd was there.

Everyone went silent when an obviously pregnant woman approached Steve and Gwen. "I'm Sandy Clune. I promised my husband that I'd personally thank you for everything you've done for us. I can't tell you how worried we were about all of this. You've given us hope for a better future for the kids. Thank you all so much!"

With that, the woman threw her arms around Steve and clung to him as tears streamed down her cheeks. Steve held the woman as an older lady handed a little girl to Gwen. Gwen was crying as she hugged the little girl. 

"It's us that needs to thank you and your husband," stated Steve when the woman finally released him. "It's sacrifice and dedication like your family has given to all of us that makes this country great. We all owe you a great deal, and try as we will, we'll never pay back you and your husband and all the hard working people like you. People that go to work every day, pay their taxes, raise their families, and volunteer for Little League or Girl Scouts. You're the ones that should be thanked every day. It's an honor to be able to help you in some small way for all that you've given us." 

Gwen handed the little girl to Steve and she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. Steve smiled and raised her up over his head and held her there. The little girl laughed and giggled as bystanders took pictures. When Steve lowered the girl back onto his hip, Gwen moved in close and hugged them both. 

Both Steve and Gwen were surprised when they heard a familiar voice close to them state, "That's going to be the lead in for the news at six! That was a wonderful, very human moment. Our viewers will love it," promised Amber Stahl as she lowered her camera. "Thanks for insisting that I be the one to report from backstage at the concert tonight. I'll be seen by millions so I'd better to a good job. You guys will give me some interviews between sets, right?"

"All you have to do is ask," assured Gwen. "You always do a good job. Imagine if the network had asked to have Hardy handle it. We demanded that someone we trusted be given the assignment, and yours was the only name on the list."

"I heard that. I also heard that Hardy didn't take it very well. He's still smarting from the way he embarrassed himself the way he ran out the door when he thought Steve was coming after him. Now he hates me, too. He's smart to keep his eye on me because I expect to have his job within ten years," predicted Amber. "Did I mention that the station is sending me to Florida next week to send back reports on you kids and the movie you're making? It's like a paid vacation before I take over the station's anchor chair in September.  

Steve, Gwen, and Jordan found it difficult to move around the grounds as they were mobbed everywhere they went. They did manage to reach the small pickup where a teller from the local bank was selling autographed copies of the 'Rolling Stone Magazine' with Gwen and Steve on the cover and Jordan featured inside. Near the truck were two fellow graduates selling posters.

Gwen was surprised to see that the posters were simply blown up photos from the graduation day. The most striking one was Steve standing bare-chested as Jordan touched the bruises caused by the bullets while Naomi and Gwen stood on either side of her. Most of Steve's torso could be seen over Jordan's head as well as the discolored areas the two higher bullets had struck. Another showed Steve holding both guns with smoke curling out of the barrels.

"I'm sorry about not getting permission to use your faces in these posters, but we just barely had time to get them ordered and delivered so we could sell them. We're giving all the money we make to the fund set up for the officer's family," promised Amy Baxter. "We had to do something to help, so Mary and I made these out of some of the pictures Mom took when all of that happened. We've sold a few dozen posters already for ten dollars a pop. You don't mind do you?" 

"You guys make me proud to be your classmate," praised Gwen. "Of course we don't mind when it's for such a good cause. Did you Photoshop Steve to make him look so good?"

"Yeah! Like he needs to be enhanced in any way," laughed Amy. "My mom kept one of the posters for herself. She said he's headed for even greater things and she wants to be able to show it to people when he's even more famous."

"Would it increase the value of the posters if Gwen, Steve, and Jordan signed them," asked Naomi. "I'd think they'd be worth twice as much."

"That would be awesome! Could you guys do that for us? We'll ask for twenty bucks a poster then!" replied an excited Amy.

"Okay, but Naomi has to sign them, too," insisted Gwen. "She's headed for great things and these posters will be worth a small fortune in a few years. Let's get them signed. We've got a show to do."

By the time Gwen, Jordan, Steve, Charlie and his band took the stage that evening, the fire company had posted guards at the doors, refusing admission because of fire codes and occupancy. Thousands of people were inside the huge building, but even more remained outside, unable to gain entry. The two newly installed jumbotrons outside the building were turned on half an hour before the show began. One faced the parking lot and the other faced a hillside to the west of the building. Chairs and blankets began appearing and soon the ten acre field was filled with comfortable fans. In the parking lot, many people sat in their cars while even more had tailgate parties from their vans and pickups. It was a total party atmosphere. The crowds were well behaved and eager for the show to begin.

The screens lit up when Johnnie Dee walked to the center of the stage. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first performance ever at what is now the 'Lady in Red Center for the Performing Arts'. It's my honor to host this event tonight. I'm sure most of you are aware of why this amazing building has been given its name. 

"I had the honor of announcing the first dance at a fund raiser that late summer night that started this amazing story. It was, of course, 'The Lady in Red' and it featured two young people that have gone on to become TV, movie, and recording stars. They've come to represent the Spartan Nation and all that's good with the youth of America. They're heroes, and they're lovers. It's with great pleasure that I present Miss Gwen Anderson and Mr. Steve Hammer performing the dance and the song that began the incredible series of events that led us all to be here tonight. I give to you the Royal Couple of the Spartan Nation!"

The huge screens went dark for a few seconds. Then 'Lady in Red' began to play. A spotlight suddenly lit up the center of the stage to show Gwen moving in close to Steve to begin their dance. She wore a beautiful red gown with a bit more than a hint of cleavage. Her hair shone and reflected the light. Steve was dressed in a tuxedo and moved easily to join Gwen. He wore a microphone and began to sing as they danced.

The large screens were amazingly clear and the viewers inside and out enjoyed a close up view of the couple as they danced. Every time the camera angle changed to show a close up of Gwen or Steve, the audience reacted with oohs and aahs. At the very end of the song, Steve whispered "I love you" clearly into his microphone before he leaned into Gwen and kissed her as the stage slowly went dark.




Lady in Red Ch. 30



Jordan, Gwen, Steve, Charlie and the band were completely spent by the time they ended the show, after performing two encores. They packed up their equipment and drove to Marsh's Landing for a late meal. Many of their friends had gone ahead and saved a table for them.

"That show was incredible!" praised Billy's father when he came out to speak to everyone. "I can't thank all of you enough. Business has been booming all week, and the benefit was the best party anyone in this town's ever seen. Your money's no good here. Order whatever you want, compliments of the house. That goes for all of you. I may ask for a photograph or two before you leave, but other than that, I'll leave you alone. I'll try to keep people from bothering you."

"I can't believe how tired I am," groaned Jordan. "I've never put that much energy and effort into a show before. I hope the audience enjoyed it."

"Are you kidding? That was the most amazing show ever!" asserted Charlotte. "We volunteer workers kept hearing how great you guys were and how much the area needed a night where good things happened. There's a lot of bottled up anxiety around here. We've been attacked twice by terrorists. People are getting a little gun-shy, to say the least. I hate to think what it'd be like around here if either attack had been successful with the bombs. In case I forgot to mention it, Steve, I'll have your babies anytime you want. I'd be little more than a fond memory if it hadn't been for your decisive actions and straight shooting, twice! I owe both you and Gwen my life."

"As I recall, if your significant other hadn't pulled my sorry ass out of the river, I wouldn't have been around to give you those babies. I'd say that makes us even. You'll have to rely on Billy, or some other lucky dude, to fulfill your maternal instincts."

"Regardless, my offer stands. You've saved my life and I'll never forget it. A lot of people around here feel the same way. This is your town," declared Charlotte.

The group settled down for a quiet meal. They were all too tired to banter very much. As soon as the meal was over, everyone headed for their beds for the night. Gwen and Naomi left together. Steve was almost to his uncle's place when he felt his phone vibrate. He checked it and saw a text from Gwen. The message was short, but held a lot of promise.

"Meet me out by our swimming pool at three AM. You won't be sorry!" was all it said, and all Steve needed to know. 

There was only a sliver of moon and it was low in the sky when Steve quietly let himself in the side door to the Anderson's pool. He was a few minutes early, so he sat down in a lounge chair and quickly fell asleep. Warm lips pressed against his slowly pulled him from his dreams.

Steve reached out and found nothing but soft, smooth skin. He kissed Gwen back as he ran his hands gently over her supple body. When she broke the kiss, Steve had just enough light to see her smile as she tugged on his belt. Realizing her intentions and not wanting to keep her waiting, Steve kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head. Soon he was naked with Gwen lying on top of him as they explored each other's bodies. 

Naomi had heard Gwen's phone chime at 3 AM and wondered about it. She faked sleep as she listened to Gwen get up from the bed and quietly let herself out the door. She gave Gwen several minutes and before rising and going out to the kitchen. She saw a shadowy figure by the sink and moved toward it only to find Paula looking out the window.

"I was looking for Gwen. She left her room a few minutes ago and I don't have any idea where she went. The bathroom's empty," observed Naomi.

"I don't think she wants to be found right now," chuckled Paula softly. "She's about to be lost in sweet oblivion."

"I see what you mean," replied Naomi as she looked over Paula's shoulder to see dark shapes moving slowly on the pool deck. "I knew I should have slept someplace else. I've ruined the night for her."

"Does she look like her night's ruined?" asked Paula quietly. "Trust me. It's nights like this that lovers remember for the rest of their lives. Look how easily he lifts her up and how gentle he is. Oh my!"

Steve had stood with Gwen in his arms before gently placing her on a lounge chair and kneeling next to her. He kissed her breasts for a few seconds before he began working his way down her body. Soon his face was buried between Gwen's legs and she was clutching his head with both hands.

"We shouldn't be watching this. Gwen and Steve would be upset and embarrassed if they knew," reasoned Naomi, although she made no effort to move away from the window.

"Go back to bed if you like. I've warned those kids to be careful about when and where they engage in these activities. I'll stay awhile, just to be sure Gwen's okay. If she wants privacy, she shouldn't be doing this in public," asserted Paula.

"Well, in her defense, it's after three in the morning and it's pretty dark out there," replied Naomi. "Wow! He's really working her over now. How much of that can she stand?"

"It appears that she can endure quite a bit, doesn't it? I just hope Steve can still breathe. She's trying to crush his head. Look. He's picking her up again."

Oblivious to the voyeur audience, Steve stood, picked Gwen off the lounge and slowly lowered her onto his throbbing erection. Gwen guided him inside her body as she wrapped her legs around him and slowly began moving up and down, using Steve's shoulders to gain leverage. Steve helped by lifting and lowering her ass while plunging into her center. 

"Is that normal," asked Naomi with awe. "Is it even possible?"

"I have to go back to bed now. Tomorrow's a busy day. Goodnight, Naomi," whispered an aroused Paula. She had suddenly decided to wake her husband and have her way with him while the vision of her daughter's love making was fresh in her mind.

Hours later, Gwen felt something drop onto her backside. "Use that towel to cover up. Lisa, Kate, Naomi, and Cindy Quick are watching out the window. It's after seven. Cover up and get cleaned up. Your father will be up soon. He doesn't need to see his daughter in such a state," scolded Paula, but with very little sting.

Gwen slowly became aware of her surroundings. She was lying naked on top of an equally naked Steve. Her breasts were practically stuck to Steve's chest. His cock was hard again and poking into her lower abdomen. His arms were draped around her with his hands on her ass and his fingers interwoven to keep from sliding off.

"We must have fallen asleep," replied Gwen as she stated the obvious while clearing her head. She started to rise, but Steve held her tight to him.

"Paula, could I please have a towel before Gwen gets up? I don't want to embarrass your guests, or Kate, or myself. I'd like to cover up as Gwen climbs off me."

Paula handed another towel to the couple but remained standing over them as Gwen began to rise. "Mom! How about some privacy? You're embarrassing Steve."

"I'm so sorry. I must have forgotten to tell you to be careful where and when you make love. You want privacy on my pool deck at seven AM on a Saturday morning? With four people watching you from the kitchen window? How thoughtless of me!" responded Paula sarcastically as Steve tried to quickly cover his morning erection, which had been left exposed by Gwen's rapid movement to gain her feet.

Gwen wrapped the towel around her waist, picked up her nightie from a nearby chair, and sauntered toward the kitchen. When she entered it, she was greeted by whistles and catcalls from her sisters, as well as Naomi and Cindy Quick. 

"You should all try it sometime. It's really very refreshing, sleeping under the stars," stated Gwen with as much dignity as she could muster while making her way to her bedroom. As she reached the door she turned and cautioned the others, "But not with Steve!"

Steve clutched the towel to his waist as he gathered up his clothes which were strewn all over the pool deck. "I'm sorry, Paula. It was my fault. I just couldn't stay away. I'll get my stuff and head home. I'm very sorry about all of this."

"You're not going anywhere, Young Man. Your punishment will be to go and get showered with Gwen, but with no funny business. Then you'll have breakfast with us, and listen to every remark the rest of us feel like making. Any questions?"

Steve bowed his head and hurried toward the house. He found four women grinning from ear to ear when he entered the kitchen. 

"You like sleeping under the stars, too?" asked Lisa with a chuckle as Steve maintained his course for Gwen's room. "Or is it more like you enjoy sleeping under my poor little sister?"

Gwen was in the shower when Steve stepped in with her. "Ouch! How do you stand water so hot? I think your mom is really pissed at me this time. She ordered me to come in and get a shower with you and then sit and listen to all the comments the girls will be making at breakfast."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Mom is so mad that she decided to make you shower with me to punish you. It doesn't look like Little Steve minds it too much. He looks pretty pleased about seeing me naked. 

"I know when Mom is upset and believe me; she isn't at all annoyed this morning. She had to say something with so many people seeing us like that. Let's go eat. I'm famished from all that good loving you gave me last night."

When Steve and Gwen emerged from her room for breakfast, the kitchen was full of people! Diane, Will, Ted, Stephanie, Jordan, Charlie, Becky, and Ashley had joined the others and were sharing small talk.

"I understand that the fund raiser was a huge success last night," began Ted. "Your mother tells me that you managed to raise everything you'd hoped. You had a very fulfilling night. You benefited..."

"Okay! We had a good night!" interrupted a very red faced Gwen. "Is it in the paper, and on the internet, too? I never thought you'd be teasing me like this, Dad."

"It's pretty obvious that a lot of things have changed in the past year, but not my love for my daughters. That was a great show last night, and I mean the concert. You girls have teased and played jokes on me for the last twenty years, so when I get a chance to tease you, I'm going to take it," grinned Ted as he hugged Gwen and shook Steve's hand. "I'm very proud of you both and certainly don't blame you for finding a little stress relief. Your mother even woke me up..."

"That's enough!" cautioned Paula as she gave her husband a long, hard look. "I'm proud of you both, as well as Jordan and Charlie. Let's eat and enjoy the morning. Has anyone checked the morning news to see if they mentioned the fund raiser and how successful it was?" 

A short time later, Steve found himself sitting next to Jordan off to the side, away from the other diners for a short while. "What's going on with my mom? She keeps saying nice things to me and looking your way all the time. Did something happen that I don't know about? She's leaving today and I need to know if I should be upset with her or hug her some more."

"I want you to hug her more," replied Steve. "We had some alone time the other day by the pool. I explained that you're the most wonderful, beautiful, perfect girl any woman could have for a daughter and she needed to be proud of that. I noticed that she seemed to feel she had to compete with you, rather than simply love and be proud of you. It isn't easy to stop being selfish and start thinking about others, but you did it. I think she can, too. Just love her and remain the special woman that you've become."

Jordan carefully placed her plate on a counter and quickly sat on Steve's lap. She wrapped her arms around him as she sobbed into his chest. Steve gently hugged her and stroked her back as she worked to regain her composure. 

"What's wrong? Did Steve say something? Are you okay, Jordan," questioned a worried Paula as others gathered around her and Steve. Jordan slowly gathered herself together and looked up through red rimmed eyes.

"Yes, something's wrong. This big lug treats me way too good. He truly believes I'm special and keeps telling me that I am. I feel like I'm fooling him and everybody else that thinks that way, including Charlie. I've done bad things. I've hurt people. How can anybody think I'm special, especially Steve? He saves lives, risks his life all the time to help others. What do I do? Sing? Smile? Pretend I'm a good person?

"I've seen what Steve and Gwen do for people. I've heard them talk about helping others. It's real. They don't pretend. They're truly the most amazing people I've ever met, so when Steve tells me that I'm a good person, I feel like I've fooled him or something. I don't want to fool him and Gwen. I want to be like them, but I'm just not that good."

"Thanks for that kick in the teeth," replied Steve with surprising passion. "You think I'm an idiot? That I can't tell the truth from lies? That Gwen is stupid and you can trick her with a smile? If you honestly hold any regard for my opinion, and for Gwen's, and for Charlie's, you'd stop questioning us. We aren't talking about the Jordan that went into rehab hooked on drugs and alcohol. 

"We see this amazingly talented, beautiful woman that gives so freely of her time and talent to help others. Sometimes we see an insecure girl that worries that her past will control her future. It won't. If you love me, if you love Gwen, and if you love Charlie, you'll admit to yourself that you've become a woman that we're all proud to have as a friend, a best friend, a special friend, or do you think we're just idiots, easily fooled by some blonde bombshell?" 

"No! You're not idiots. You're the smartest, bravest, kindest people I've ever met. I just worry that I'm not good enough to be with people like you, that I'm only acting like a good person but I'm not really worthy."

"Jordan, do you trust me?" asked Steve simply.

"Yes, with my life. You've saved me again the other day. I trust you above all others!" responded the petite blonde.

"Then love yourself as much as you love me, as much as you love Gwen, even as much as you love Charlie. You deserve it. You're that good. You know I don't make mistakes about things like that, but you do. Trust me on this. If you ever doubt yourself, remember that my judgment is better than yours. I swear to you that you've become a wonderful person and a friend I'll treasure as long as I live. I don't lie. You know that. If you ever go off track again, I'll let you know so fast your head will spin. If you don't trust yourself, trust me. Can you do that?"

"Yes, I can do that! I'm going to trust you to tell me when I need to straighten up, when I'm not living up to your expectations, when I'm not being a good person. It's like you're being a father figure, and you're younger than I am."

"That's exactly right!" agreed Ashley. "Steve grilled Jim, that's Detective Dorn, before he let him take me out last night and he was a perfect gentleman. Jim told me that he was really pissed that he had to have Steve's approval until Steve told him that he was the one man on the planet that truly cared about my welfare. It's true. My father is dead and Becky and I haven't had a male role model for years. We're just lucky that we met Steve and he's willing to take care of us. Maybe it isn't fair of us to expect Steve to shoulder that extra responsibility, but he seems to be willing and he's certainly able.

"I guess I just want everyone to know that I love Steve. It's like he's a brother, a father, a friend, and a special man in my life. I know he's with Gwen and nothing can ever change that and I wouldn't want to, but there's enough love in his heart for all of us. I respect him and hope that he'll keep on watching out for Becky and me. He's the only man we have and he's our role model. I hope that's okay with Steve and Gwen. I know exactly how Jordan feels. I've screwed up pretty badly in the past, but Steve's made me a better person, along with Gwen."

"I never knew how much I missed Dad until I met Steve, and then Gwen's family," added Becky when her sister fell silent. "I was pathetic because I lost my hand. I wallowed in self-pity until Ashley brought Steve, Jordan, and Gwen to visit one weekend. Steve wouldn't have any of it. He made me get over it He took me to the best dance of my life. Since then, I've been asked out a couple times and I've made some great friends, mostly because I'm not such a pain in the ass to be around. Gwen stayed in my room and we talked a lot about things, and Steve just made me grow up and do things. He wouldn't feel sorry for me. I just hope that they'll always be my friends, no matter how rich and famous they get."

"I've been pretty stupid, especially for a girl that expects to be a doctor and was valedictorian of her class," confessed Gwen suddenly. "I never gave a thought to the three of you not having a father and how hard it must have been to grow up like that. You've all seen what a wonderful man my dad is. I'm ashamed to say that I've taken having a good father for granted. No wonder girls are so attracted to Steve, besides his amazing body and incredible looks. He's mature, understanding, firm, and responsible. He becomes whatever we need. He can be a father, a brother, a son, a friend, a mentor, and a great lover. I could have been a lot more understanding of the problems you girls faced growing up without a father. I apologize for that."

"I don't think we even knew what was wrong in our lives until we met Steve and then saw how your family dynamics work," stated Ashley. "I thought I was pretty normal, except I kept making poor choices in men. I hooked up with some pretty bad characters, as proven by the disaster at New Year's. I'm several years older than Steve, let's not say how many, and yet I find a great deal of comfort asking his advice and seeking his approval of my choices, especially in men. Now that I think about it, I'm treating him like a father figure, except for the way I tease him in my bikini and things like that. And that's just me trying to get 'Daddy's' attention."

"We'll have a real problem if you start calling Steve, 'Daddy'. He can be all the things you need, except your 'Daddy,' or your lover," declared Gwen. "Steve will not be asking you, 'Who's your Daddy?', so forget that."

"Is that the phrase I kept hearing around three AM this morning?" asked an innocent acting Naomi. "I couldn't be sure because of all the moans that drowned it out. I'm still trying to determine if I heard spanking, too."

"Rest assured that's exactly what you heard," interjected Cindy Quick. "It got quite noisy last night, between the ruckus at the pool and Paula's keening. I was up half the night."

"Yeah, Mom! You promised when you made me switch rooms with Gwen that I wouldn't have to hear that stuff," added Kate. "I was going to go out and sleep by the pool, but it was even noisier out there. I'm an impressionable young girl and shouldn't be subjected to all those suggestive sounds all night."

"Oh, my!" gasped Paula as her face turned beet red. "I didn't realize that we, that I, that you were awake. It won't happen again!"

"The hell it won't!" laughed Ted. "Kate'll have to get earplugs or switch back with Gwen. We know Gwen won't complain about strange noises in the middle of the night. I'm not giving up nights like last night so Kate won't be emotionally distressed. I'm not giving up nights like that for any reason!" 

"This is embarrassing!" stated Paula and Gwen at the same time. Then they looked at each other and started to laugh.

"It sounds like it was an eventful night in the Anderson home," observed Diane. "You'll have to tell me all about it, when Stephanie and Kate aren't around."

"It's a little late for that, Mom," replied Stephanie with a big grin. "I can tell you exactly what happened. Steve and Gwen were out by the pool and Gwen got all excited and moaned and groaned. Steve spanked her and the sounds woke up Aunt Paula, who woke up Uncle Ted and..."




Lady in Red Ch. 30



"Okay!" interrupted Diane. "We get the graphic picture you just painted. I, for one, am appalled that this sort of behavior is condoned, and even encouraged when there is such an impressionable young lady present. Am I going to have to call child services?"

"I think it'd be better if you called Gwen and invited her and Steve to spend the night at our place," suggested Diane's husband, Will. "Stephanie can sleep over with Kate so her impressions will be limited. We don't have a pool, but we do have a really nice hot tub and it's right under our window."

"Dad! You're as bad as all these other men, including Uncle Ted," scolded Stephanie. "Is this what we girls should expect when we get boyfriends, or husbands?"

"Boyfriends? No!" responded Will quickly. "Husbands, yes." 

"This is the sort of thing that Jordan, Becky, and I missed while growing up. You're having a good natured conversation about sex, marriage, and family life in general. That was so much fun to hear. That's what I want when I have a husband and kids. I hope my kids hear me having great sex in the middle of the night."

"It really isn't as cool as it sounds," cautioned Kate. "I can understand Steve and Gwen, but people in their forties, and your parents? Not so cool."

The group spent a restful Saturday, recovering and preparing to fly to Florida Sunday. Naomi left for home Saturday afternoon after saying her good-byes to Gwen, Jordan, and Steve.

"I'll make sure this guy keeps his nose to the grindstone at the Academy," promised Naomi as she wrapped her arms around Steve. "I'll keep a close eye on him."

"That's what worries me!" laughed Gwen as Naomi pulled Steve down for a tender kiss. "I'll be three thousand miles away and you'll be waving that big butt in front of him all the time. I just hope he's able to resist that temptation and all the others that'll be thrown his way."

"Steve, I want to be your best friend at the Academy. I know some people will think we're more than friends, but I'm okay with that if you are. If they think I have my claws in you, the other girls might back off and I can save your honor for Gwen. That's a huge sacrifice I'm willing to make."

"Sacrifice?" asked Gwen. "Hanging out with Steve is hardly a sacrifice. I'll be seeing you in the supermarket rags with stories about how you're his main squeeze, while I'm pining away in California, trying to keep a brave face to the public. Imagine how embarrassing it'll be when the reporters start asking me if Steve prefers big round butts, instead of cute little tushes like mine!"

Naomi released Steve and moved to hug Gwen. "I know how to be a friend. Never doubt that Steve and I both value loyalty and discipline above incredibly hot, continuous, kinky sex. Don't believe anything you don't see with your own eyes."

"That's supposed to make me feel better?" questioned Gwen. "You were doing great until you got to the 'hot, continuous, kinky sex' part. Seriously, take care of my guy. I trust you and I'll be relying on you to let me know if he's having any problems. Thanks, Naomi."

Once Naomi left, the travelers began packing their bags and planning for their Florida trip. They would land in West Palm Beach in the early afternoon, pick up their rental cars, and drive north to Hutchinson Island on the Treasure Coast. Kate and Stephanie packed every bikini they had from their modeling of the 'Lady in Red' line. They assured Becky that they had more than they needed and that they would be happy to loan a few to her. 

By four PM the next day, Gwen, Steve, Jordan, Charlie, Paula, Diane, Charlotte, Ashley, Becky, Kate, Stephanie, and Amber Stahl joined Charlie's band in a very nice hotel Clyde had reserved for them. Lisa had flown to NYC to attend Jason's West Point graduation. Steve's family had returned to Virginia after a tearful farewell. 

"It looks like your family's beginning to grow on you," observed Gwen as Steve watched his grandfather, aunt, and cousin walk to their gate. "I can't tell you how happy it makes me that you're reconciling with your mother's family. We'll have to work on your grandmother next time. She's punished herself too much already. We'll have to make her understand that she's been forgiven."

"Are you doing my thinking, and forgiving for me now?" asked Steve as he pulled Gwen close.

"That's one of the job descriptions for girlfriend/ lover. I know you want more of what's in these little panties so you'll listen to me when it comes to things like family relationships. I like what's packed in your boxers, so I'll listen to you about men, guns, and bombs. It seems to work quite well, don't you think?" 

"Steve and Gwen have the Honeymoon Suite!" declared Kate to Paula, Diane, and Stephanie after visiting Gwen's room at the hotel. "They have a hot tub in front of a huge window that looks over the ocean. Sis said we could use it any time we want, unless they want privacy for some strange reason."

"Really? The Honeymoon Suite?" repeated Paula. "They're certainly enjoying the honeymoon without what used to be the required first step. Imagine if you or I had tried to spend a week or two with a man in the Honeymoon Suite back when we graduated high school."

"The impression I get from Mom is that she'd be fine with it, if Steve was the man. She's totally on his side. She likes our husbands a lot, but she absolutely loves Steve, much like every other woman in the family when you think about it," mused Diane.

"He does seem to have a certain irresistible charm, doesn't he," conceded Paula. "I was amazed by him the first time I saw him sitting with Gwen, and I still am."

"That just means you're normal, Mom. I couldn't believe it when I saw him at the mall talking to Gwen. I wonder if I had been sitting at that table reading that dumb book; would he be my boyfriend now?" 

"That's the question every girl in Sparta has asked herself a million times!" laughed Stephanie. "He sure is a special guy. Gwen is so lucky, but she's so beautiful and smart. They belong together. We're just lucky she lets us hang out with him so much. Maybe I'll let him catch me in the hot tub topless. I could act all surprised and he couldn't complain that I'm not eighteen, since it would be an 'accident'. I'd love to have him see me like that. Is that a weird thing to want?"

"It seems pretty standard in this family," replied Diane. "However, you're not going to parade around topless in front of any man, including Steve; at least not before you're eighteen. You can bet on that."

"He's seen everybody else except Kate and me. I know he's seen Jordan. I bet Ashley, Naomi, Becky, and even Mrs. Quick have been topless in front of him. What about you, Mom? Have you let Steve see you? I know he saw Aunt Paula that night he saved her from those rapists."

"I can assure you that he has not seen me topless, Young Lady! I'm a married woman old enough to be his mother. Besides, the opportunity hasn't presented itself."

"Oh, wow!" exclaimed Kate. "You're so cool, Aunt Diane! Maybe you can let Steve find you topless in the tub. I bet he'd like that a lot!"

"Well, thank you for that," laughed Diane. "That really shouldn't be a goal for every woman in the family. Why should we want to expose ourselves to him? What's the attraction?"

"I'm not getting drawn into answering that question," declined Paula. "I'll just reiterate that Kate will not be topless in front of Steve before she's eighteen. That sounds pretty bad, when I say if out loud, but I know Kate wants to pose for him and all I can do is try to put it off until she's an adult. I guess it's because I can understand the allure for her, even though I can't explain it."

"It's because I love him a lot and want him to see me. I know he won't get all grabby, be insulting, hurt my feelings, or do anything bad like that. He'll just smile and tell me how beautiful I look and then he'll spend some time enjoying the view. He'll make me feel so grown-up and sexy, but he won't do anything wrong to me. He'd never hurt me. I can't wait!"

Meanwhile, the Summers were unpacking in the room they shared. "I'm not kidding, Becky. Gwen won't mind if you tease and flirt with Steve. She trusts him, and with good reason. I told you how stupid I acted that night. Most guys would have spread me out before I finished making the offer. Steve called Gwen and then they took care of me, rather than being upset. Then they offered me the job of being Steve's assistant. It's like they were rewarding my bad behavior.

"In truth, it was Gwen realizing that I really love that guy of hers, so she knew I'd make a good assistant because I'd watch out for him any way I could. She wasn't jealous or angry. She expects girls to fall in love with him. She doesn't mind if you sit on his lap, rub up against him, or show him some skin. He's always a perfect gentleman. He won't grope you or take advantage of you in any way. It's like he's a giant, sexy teddy bear or something, but it feels so good when he holds you, or looks down your top and smiles. He makes you feel wanted and sexy, but never cheap or foolish. If you get a chance this week, sit on his lap or rub your boobs against him a little. He'll like it, but he won't be grabbing you or expecting more. He's trustworthy and safe. He's a great guy." 

Once everyone was unpacked, they all headed out to the beach for some fun in the sun. "Steve, will you teach me how to surf this week? We can rent boards and you can show me the basics," suggested Kate.

"Did I ever say that I know my way around a surfboard?" asked Steve in surprise. "What makes you think I know anything about surfing?

"Are you kidding? I bet you can ride camels and milk goats," laughed Kate. "You're a Navy brat. You swim like a fish. Your dad was a SEAL. Will you find the time to give me some lessons?"

"Okay, you've got me. Let's go rent a couple boards and we'll start this afternoon. There's a few hours of sun left. Don't worry, I'll get a board for everybody!" promised Steve as Becky and Stephanie rushed toward him.

A couple hours later, the girls were resting on the beach. "I never thought surfing could be so tiring," groaned Kate. "That ocean is rough. I must have fallen a hundred times."

"Yeah, I'm sore all over," added Stephanie. "What we need is a good soak in a nice hot tub. Where can we find one of those?"

"We have one in our room," revealed Steve. "You guys are welcome to use it. I told the front desk to let you have a key to our room if you asked. Go ahead and soak for a while. It'll feel good. I'll probably join you in a little while. It looks like Gwen and Paula won't be back from shopping for some time."

The three girls giggled as they quickly headed back to the hotel. Ten minutes later, they were all sitting in the hot tub. "Oh my goodness! My top just fell off!" complained Stephanie with a fake shriek as she tossed her top across the room. "It's so far away, I guess I'll just have to sit here and wait for Steve to get it for me."

"Holy cow! Mine just did the same thing," exclaimed Kate with a giggle as her top flew across the room. "I don't dare get up to get it either. I hope Steve shows up pretty soon."

"Now that you mention it, my top is sliding down, too," laughed Becky as she reached back to untie her top, before suddenly stopping when the sound of the door being opened reached the group. 

Stephanie and Kate both sat as tall as they could so their breasts were almost out of the water, while Becky faltered and sank lower into the tub.

"Okay girls! We just had this discussion. Get out of that tub, put your tops back on and go to your rooms. Paula and I were quite specific about this. Now go watch TV or something. Everyone will back before too long and we'll go for dinner. Now get moving!" ordered Diane.

Stephanie and Kate suddenly became very modest and grabbed towels before leaving the tub to pick up their tops. Becky simply clutched her top to her chest and joined her friends as they trooped dejectedly out of the bathroom. They were only gone a few minutes when Steve walked in to find Diane alone.

"I thought the girls were going to be here. Did they leave? Are they coming back?" asked Steve as he looked around the room.

"They decided to watch some TV before dinner. Would you mind if I joined you in the hot tub for a little while?" asked Diane. "I have a few things I'd like to discuss with you." 

"Sure, Diane. I'd like that," replied Steve as he pulled off his shirt and climbed into the tub wearing just his swim suit. "What do you want to talk about?"

Diane looked at Steve for a few seconds and then seemed to make up her mind. She was wearing a two piece 'tankini' where the top came far enough down to reach the bottoms of her suit. Diane reached down, took the hem of her top in her hands and pulled it over her head, allowing her substantial breasts to come into Steve's view. Then she dropped the top and stepped into the water near Steve.

"Diane, I'm not sure this is a good idea," managed Steve as he turned his head to look at the ceiling.

"Am I that hideous? Are my breasts so saggy that they offend you? I know I'm not twenty any more, but there was a time when they stood up proudly. Is something wrong with me?" asked Diane in a cracking voice before she began sobbing quietly.

Steve was at a loss. Diane was way out of character. He hadn't seen her drink anything. Still his mind sought some sort of reason for Diane's behavior. It bothered him a great deal to see Diane cry so he reached out to her and brought her to his lap and hugged her gently.

"You're beautiful! The problem isn't with how bad you look. It's how good you look. You're a very desirable woman. I don't know if Will or Gwen would be very understanding if they saw us like this. You know I adore you, Diane. What's really the problem?"

"Oh, Steve, I don't know what to do. Ever since I heard your talk to Cindy Quick and found out that you saw Paula's breasts, I've had this insane desire to have you see mine. The way you described Paula as perfect was so sweet and sexy, yet innocent and honest. I felt left out. You've never seen mine before and I just had to let you see me. I can't even tell you why. I'm not trying to get you to tell me that my 'girls' are nicer than anyone else's. I just want you to see me before I'm any older and fatter. I want you to think well of me, but I want you to see me. How messed up is that?

"I know you won't touch me or take advantage and I love you for that. You'll be leaving Sparta for the Navy and I just wanted a few minutes alone with you. My hormones are all over the place and I can hardly stand it. That's what I need to talk to you about. What would you think if I told you that I'm pregnant?"

"Oh! Wow! I'd congratulate you and hug you, except you're bare chested and I have to be very careful about that. That's great news. I bet Will's walking on cloud nine!"

"I haven't told him yet. After Stephanie was born, we kept trying for another baby, but it never worked out. We finally decided that, for whatever reason, we couldn't have any more children and accepted it. When we returned from Paris, Will was so excited to see me that we made love several times the first night. I think that's when I got pregnant.

"Do you think I'm too old to have a baby? Will Stephanie be embarrassed? Do you think that it'll upset Will? He finally has free time and the money to golf and go to ball games. A baby would change all of that. Will he still love me when I get all fat and miserable? What do you think of a woman my age getting pregnant? Pretty pathetic, isn't it? Should I keep it?" sobbed Diane.

"That explains everything! Diane, you just said it yourself. Your hormones are all over the place. You're easily upset. You've just climbed topless into a hot tub with me. That's pretty unusual behavior for you. You've got to tell Will right away. I bet anything he'll be the happiest guy in the world. He'll give up golf or anything else to have a happy and healthy baby. He's a great father and husband. Trust him.

"Stephanie will be delighted. It'll be so nice to have a little baby around. I'll even babysit it when I come home. I hope I get to watch you breast feed it. That's one of the most natural, wonderful things to watch that I've ever seen. I know that when it's someone you love feeding a newborn that you love, it must be incredible. I can't tell you what to do, but I can tell you that if this baby is born, it will be loved and cherished by Will and Stephanie. Paula and the girls will be ecstatic. They'll gladly help you with the baby. Can you tell me why you may not want to have the baby?"

"I told you that I'm worried that Will might be upset. Stephanie may be embarrassed and unhappy. What will my friends think? Do I want to get all fat and ugly at my age? What do you really think? Am I a pathetic old lady?"

Steve decided to take a chance and pulled Diane around to face him as she sat on his lap and hugged her as he spoke. "I honestly believe that you've been given a wonderful, special gift. Having a baby when you're married to a loving, kind man is a wonderful blessing. You know what you want to do. You just want me to affirm your decision. It isn't planned, but how many babies are? It's something that you and Will have created together from love. That can't ever be a bad thing."

As Steve spoke, he saw Gwen enter the room and stare in shock as he hugged what appeared to be her naked aunt. Steve motioned with the hand that was behind Diane's back for her to leave. Gwen opened her mouth to reply, then thought better of it and silently left the room.

Diane began to calm down and gain control of her emotions. "I knew you'd have the right answer. I guess I already knew what I should do, but I needed to hear it. I have to tell Will that he's going to be a father. He'll be overjoyed. I know he will. Should I fly home to tell him? Don't tell anyone, not even Gwen. Will should be the first to know. Please pretend to be surprised when you find out, okay? 

"What a mess I am, sitting here pressing my bare breasts against you like some kind of tramp, and crying like a child. I shouldn't have done that to you, Steve, but it really, really helped me. I was scared to tell anyone, but then I thought of you. I knew you'd help me make up my mind what to do. No wonder Gwen loves you so much. No wonder we all love you. Your chest feels amazing and you're coming to life down under, so I'd better get my top on and get out before Gwen shows up and we have to explain this situation."

"Diane, call Will and tell him it's very important that he takes a few days off and flies here this week. He'll come. He's a good guy and he loves you. When he gets here, tell him in person. Gwen and I can switch rooms with you for a few days so you can celebrate this event like you should. It'll work out great!"

Diane kissed Steve and then stood, gathered up her top, and turned to look at Steve as she slowly pulled the top over her head. "You do like what you see, don't you? Thanks for the appreciation I see in your eyes. It makes this pregnant 38 year old woman very happy. I promise I'll let you watch me feed the baby. I want you to see me nurse it. Thanks. I'll see you at dinner!"

After Diane left, Steve stepped into the shower and rinsed off. Then he prepared himself for Gwen's return. He had promised Diane that he wouldn't tell Gwen about the pregnancy, but he had to tell her something. She had seen the two of them in a pretty damning position.

Ten minutes later, Gwen came back into the suite. She found Steve sitting by the window, looking at the ocean. She took a seat across from him and raised her eyebrows, indicating that expected an explanation.

"I know that might have looked bad, but Diane was having a personal problem and she was pretty emotional. I was just calming her down and reassuring her. She asked me not to tell you what her problem was, but I don't want any secrets between us. Do you want to know what her problem is?"




Lady in Red Ch. 30



"Steve, she's my aunt, my mother's sister. Of course I want to know if she's having a serious problem, and I do expect it's serious. Finding you alone with a very attractive, and very married, naked woman in a hot tub might give some girlfriends cause for concern. You know we can deal with the problem better together. What's going on? Why did she wind up naked in the hot tub with you?"

"She wasn't naked. She was only topless. She was having an emotional meltdown. I know you won't say anything. Diane didn't know that you saw us together when she asked me not to tell you. The short version of the story is that she's pregnant." 

"You aren't telling me that's she's having your baby, right?" quizzed Gwen.

"Of course not!" replied Steve somewhat sharply. "You're the only woman I've ever had sex with. You're the only woman I want to have sex with, and if I ever have any kids, they'll be yours!"

"Oh, Steve, that's what I wanted to hear. I didn't really think you'd had sex with Diane, but why was she on your lap with her big bare boobs pushed against you? It looked suspicious, and then you tell me she's pregnant! Part of me knew it couldn't be yours, but I needed to hear you say it. She loves you. Who knows if she'd have your baby? It could happen. So what's the problem?"

"She was wondering if she should have the baby. She hasn't told Will, so you have to act surprised when you hear about it. She's worried he'll resent losing his freedom to golf and go to ball games. It'll alter his life style a lot. She's worried that Stephanie will be embarrassed. She's worried that she's going to be fat and ugly. I think she's worried about having a baby at her age. She's worried about friends and family thinking she's pathetic, or plain crazy. It's a big step and she didn't expect to get pregnant. She also told me that she's very hormonal. She's all over the place emotionally. I can't really say why she decided to peel her top off, climb into the hot tub with me, and tell me all her fears." 

"Now I'm beginning to see the picture. Sometimes I wonder how I'll ever be a doctor when I keep missing problems people are having. Diane needed someone to talk to that she knew she could trust, and that wouldn't get all emotional. She was worried about Will's reaction. She turned to the single most dependable, calming, sensible person she could find. The part about taking her top off is a little harder to figure out, except that if she has the baby she'll lose her figure for awhile so she probably wanted to be sure you were properly impressed with her 'girls' while they were still looking firm. It's no secret that Diane has a thing for you. I bet it was a dream come true for her to sit on your lap and hold her breasts against your chest. I know how good that feels!

"So what was the final outcome? Is she okay? Will she have the baby? I sure hope she does! It'll be so nice to have a new baby in the family. Will and Stephanie will be delighted. Diane didn't need to worry about that."

"Pretty much like you just said. I told her that she already knew what she wanted to do, but she needed reassurance that she wasn't going to be ridiculed by friends and family and that Will would be as proud as a peacock. I told her that I had no doubts about Stephanie being happy. She left feeling a lot better," concluded Steve.

"I bet she did!" laughed Gwen. "I can see why she might have been worried. Mom told us that Diane always wanted more children but couldn't get pregnant for some reason. This is going to be a very special little baby! You told her the right things. She'd never forgive herself if she got rid of a child she and Will created. I can't wait for her to tell us about it. What's her plan?"

"I told her to use any excuse necessary to get Will down here and tell him. I told her we'd let them use this room and we'd use theirs so they could celebrate properly. I hope that was okay."

"Of course! What could possibly be wrong with us sleeping in the same suite as Mom and Kate? They didn't hear enough when we were making love by the pool. Now they can listen to us from the comfort of their own bed," replied Gwen sarcastically as Steve's smile disappeared. "I'm just teasing! Of course it's okay. I can't wait to talk to Mom and Lisa and Kate about this. We'll have a wonderful baby shower and invite Jordan and Naomi and everybody else! This is going to be so much fun!"

Diane seemed to be her usual self at dinner, although she and Paula didn't have much opportunity to speak since the girls were excited about being at the beach and having the chance to see the movie filmed over the next two weeks. Ashley, Charlotte, Gwen, and Jordan felt like old pros after listening to the younger girls carry on.

Filming began the next morning shortly after the sun appeared, seemingly rising from the ocean. The movie required a lot of outdoor scenes with Gwen, Jordan, and Steve in swimsuits most of the time. Usually Steve would be in a scene with one or the other and occasionally with both girls. The two girls only had a couple scenes in the movie where they interacted without Steve. While they were eating a quick lunch with family members, the director approached their table.

"Clyde and his partners want a couple more love scenes. This has already gone from PG to R, so he feels we need to up the ante a little. The writers will have something for us by the end of the week and we'll film them both next week. It's my understanding that they'll probably be outside on the beach. I just wanted you to start thinking about it and be mentally prepared. 

"That idea you offered seems to be well received, Steve, so we'll need her permission and a contract before we write that part into the movie. Let me know as soon as you can."

"That sounds like sand in all the wrong places!" laughed Ashley. "I suggest that you use a beach towel or something. It really makes a difference."

"Nothing like the voice of experience," grinned Becky. "I guess those Spring breaks were educational, at least in some ways. Mom will be so pleased that her money wasn't wasted."

"You just wait. You'll be in college before long and wanting to go on break. You'll remember what I just told you and avoid that problem, and even thank me some day," asserted Ashley.

"Are you telling us that we should refuse any romantic gestures by Steve if it's near sand?" asked Kate with a straight face.

"Absolutely not!" responded Ashley immediately. "I'm just saying that you'd be well advised to be on top, or to have a towel handy. If you don't, make sure you run into the ocean and rinse the sand out of the usual collection points."

"I can't wait to see the love scenes with Jordan and Steve and Gwen and Steve," admitted Stephanie. "That should be so cool to watch!"

"That's an issue we'll discuss as the day approaches. The kids may not want you to watch, or the director may not allow it, or your mother may put her foot down and not allow it," stated Paula.

"Are you kidding? Mom's going to want to watch and I'm going to insist that I get to go, too. Who wouldn't want to see those scenes? Will you guys let us watch?" asked Stephanie to Gwen, Steve, and Jordan.

"That's going to be up to the director and your mom, as far as I'm concerned," responded Gwen. "Everybody that watches the movie will see it anyway, and I feel better with friends and family close by. What do you think, Jordan?"

"Truthfully, I'd rather that you all were there. I've done a lot of things that I'm not proud of. Being half naked with Steve is a really good thing in comparison. As long as Charlie doesn't get upset, I'm good with the whole fam damily watching. We all know Steve won't refuse Stephanie anything, so it's all up to the director and Diane."

"What was this idea of yours that the director was talking about?" asked Ashley. "As your assistant, I'm supposed to know what's going on."

"I didn't want to get her hopes up until I found out if it'd be accepted by the writers and producers. The movie has me falling for Gwen in the end, even though she seems mean spirited, unrefined, and just plain rough around the edges. Why would I decide on Gwen over Jordan? They're both beautiful beyond belief, but Jordan's character is wealthy and connected. Gwen's family runs a Tiki Bar. What are some of the reasons that make me decide on Gwen?

"That part of the plot seemed weak to me. I felt my character needed to see something that would make his decision seem logical and reasonable to the viewers. I suggested to the director that we have Becky apply for a waitress job with Gwen's family, and they hire her, even though she only has one hand. One afternoon, Jordan and I have a lunch there and Jordan makes some very insensitive remarks about a one handed waitress. 

"Meanwhile, some idiot guy makes some really cruel comments to Becky while she's working and Gwen comes to her defense and throws the guy out of the place, even though he has a large group that wanted to eat there. Money means less to Gwen than taking care of friends and doing the right thing. Gwen's rough, tough family supports Gwen totally when she does it and my character gets a look into the beliefs and morals of Gwen and her family as well as the superficial piece of fluff that is Jordan's character.

"The only problem is that in Gwen's restaurant, the waitresses are attractive and wear low necked shirts. Becky, would you be interested in being in the movie, even if some of your chest is exposed to the movie goers? I understand that your part would pay about seven to nine thousand dollars. You'd be the first person, other than Charlie, his band, and us three, to sign with 'Lady in Red Productions'. You'd have to pay a percentage to our agency. Want to call your mom and discuss it?" asked Steve as he finished his presentation.

"Are you kidding? I know she'll be excited when I tell her I'm going to be in a movie and get some money for college! I'm telling you right now that I'll do it! I have just two questions."

"Okay," grinned Steve. "That seems reasonable. What're your questions?"

"Where do I sign? Do I get to do a love scene with you?" giggled Becky as she wrapped her arms around Steve and hugged him. "It looks like there's a silver lining to losing my hand. I'll be in demand for any roles that require a one handed, blonde bombshell."

"I just hope that the viewers notice that you've lost a hand," worried Steve. "Once you get in one of those shirts like Gwen and her girls wear, people may not notice that you have only one hand. Their attention will be directed to other areas that come in pairs."

"That was a great idea! How do you come up with them?" asked Gwen a little later. "How come you need a better reason to pick me over some gorgeous blonde like Jordan? Seriously, what made you think of it?"

"Honestly? I was thinking about all of the things that draw me to you. Your compassion and willingness to fight for what's right are two of them. Another is your family. In the movie, I don't get along with your brothers, but I needed a reason to respect them and your parents. So I thought about things that would cause me to respect a person, or a family. Even if they're unkind to me, the fact that they willingly support a girl unfairly hassled makes them okay in my book."

"Family really is very important to you, isn't it? I'm sure glad that mine has passed the Hammer test. I wonder if we'd be together if my family was a bunch of jerks?" mused Gwen.

The next day was warm and sunny, like the day before had been and the next day would be. The director took Steve and Gwen out to the parking lot after lunch and showed them a big 'Harley Davidson Softail Fatboy'. It was equipped with a pillon pad for a rider.

"Do you think you can learn to ride this bike safely? Your character is going to be riding it all over town in the movie and we want to get a lot of shots of you riding it up and down A1A and US1. Gwen will ride with you in some of the shots. We want her to be recognized by friends and customers of her Dad's bar and restaurant. She's supposed to be a local girl that has friends from high school that recognize her. 

"To make it even more appealing to the viewers, you'll be riding it in a pair of old jeans, boots, a tank top, and sun glasses. Gwen will have on a pair of boy shorts and a halter top. You don't have to go very fast. We'll have a rig follow or precede you on the road and use a helicopter to get some good shots when you go over the Causeway Bridge into Fort Pierce and then over the drawbridge to the north island. Think you can practice riding it enough to where you'll be comfortable driving this baby?" asked the director.

"Let's get in our outfits and go for it!" enthused Steve. "I've ridden a few of these before. I can be ready in two minutes."

"That's easy for you to say, but I need to have my hair done and to find the outfit I'm supposed to almost wear. I'm not even going to ask where you rode one of these before and if you're sure it's safe," added Gwen as she turned and started for her wardrobe trailer. 

Gwen's family and friends heard about the motorcycle and were in the parking lot half an hour later when Steve and Gwen strode around the corner. Steve was wearing boots, tight jeans, a white undershirt, and dark glasses, while Gwen was wearing a small halter top and a pair of short shorts, high heels and sunglasses.

"Wow!" gasped Kate as she watched the couple approach. "Steve looks like a better looking Terminator! Look at his muscles ripple when he walks. He makes 'wife beater' shirts look good. Gwen is so lucky!"

"Gwen doesn't look too shabby, either," added Stephanie. "Look at her chest! It's amazing."

"Well, Mom, wish me luck! We're going to ride up and down A1A and US1 to get some footage of how Steve and I are just regular kids out for a bike ride. The director says that you can all ride in the van that'll be following us. Steve tells me that he can handle one of these, and he's never let me down. This is going to be fun!" insisted Gwen as she swung one of her long legs over the bike and climbed on behind Steve. 

The director gave Steve some final instructions and then hurried off to the truck carrying the cameras and some equipment mounted on a small boom.

"Did you see how long her legs look in those shorts and shoes?" marveled Diane. "Look at the two of them sitting on that bike. Harley Davidson should hire them to make their ads! I've never see a better looking couple."

Steve cautioned Gwen to hold on and then started the big bike. He drove toward the far end of the lot to get a feel for the bike and then swung it back toward the highway. Gwen clung to Steve as he began going through the gears as he increased his speed. Soon he was cruising and she was able to relax and enjoy the feeling of the sun and fresh air all around her.

Many of the people on the sidewalks waved and called to them as they rode past. At red lights, small crowds would gather on the busier sidewalks and take pictures and shout approval. It was very evident that most people knew who they were, and that they were shooting a movie in the area. As they rode along the streets, cars would honk their horns and people would wave and call to them. Gwen made a point of smiling and waving back as often as she could.

They spent a couple hours riding the roads while being filmed for the movie. The entire crew stopped at a local tiki bar for a quick meal. Patrons and employees were smiling and taking pictures. Steve and Gwen spent time posing for pictures with those fans that asked.

The director wanted Steve and Gwen crossing the arched South Hutchinson Causeway Bridge as the sun was setting. He had deployed several cameramen to catch the couple riding over the bridge into the setting sun. A helicopter hovered near the bridge filming the entire length of the bridge as they crossed over it. By the time Steve and Gwen parked the bike back in the lot, it was totally dark. 

"That was so much fun!" exclaimed Gwen as she swung her leg over the bike to dismount. "Not surprisingly, you really know how to handle that bike. I felt completely safe. We need to get one of those!"

"Neither of us has anything scheduled for tomorrow afternoon after three. Would you care to tour the Navy SEAL Museum with me? It's just up A1A a few miles. I'd really like to visit it."

The next day found Steve and Gwen riding the bike into the parking lot of the SEAL museum. When Steve tried to pay for admittance, the man taking the money refused to accept it. "I know who you kids are. I know what you've done for your town and I know your dad was a SEAL Commander. You don't pay here! We'd like to get some pictures of you both in the museum for our display. Would you be willing to allow that?"

"Sir, we'd be honored!" replied Gwen immediately. "Just tell us where you want us and what pose you'd like. Steve's going to be a SEAL and his picture should be hanging here for a long time. This place is amazing. I never realized how deep the history of the SEALs runs! Thanks so much for having a wonderful place like this!"

Becky was quickly scheduled to film her scene the next morning. To populate the restaurant so early in the day, the director had Gwen's family and friends sit at a few tables, pretending to be patrons. Amber Stahl was included. She sat at a table with Charlotte during the filming. 

Becky was nervous and it took several takes for her to get the scene right. Finally she nailed her role to the director's satisfaction and left the set with a huge smile. She hugged her sister and then Gwen. 

"That was the coolest thing I've ever done! The make-up people made me beautiful and this shirt and bra make my boobs look pretty big. I think I'll wear this outfit the rest of the day. Where's Steve? I want to be sure he sees me when I look so good!"

Amber Stahl followed the film crew with Jordan, Gwen and Steve while they worked during the day. In the evening, she'd do interviews with them. 

"Amber, you need to let loose a little," suggested Jordan. "How about a segment where Steve shows you how to surf? Set up the camera and we'll video it for you. Your fans would love seeing a different side of their new anchorwoman. You've got a great figure and this would let you show it off without seeming too blatant. It'll help your career."

Half an hour later, Steve was showing Amber the fundamentals of surfing. She caught on quite quickly and enjoyed it immensely. After they managed a few successful rides, they headed for the beach. Steve saw Gwen signaling to him and he quickly caught her meaning. He gathered Amber in his arms and carried her out of the water and toward the camera. Gwen and Jordan came around to either side of Amber and began asking questions, much like the ones Amber asked them.

"How do you like being a famous anchorwoman?" asked Gwen. Before Amber could respond, Jordan surprised her with, "How come you've been hiding that body in all of those clothes? You look like a model! How do you like being in Steve's arms?"

Amber was unable to come up with a suitable response as she laughed at the questions. "Luckily, I can edit the video before I send it in. This'll be a great piece, but I'll end it before my big round butt gets too close to the camera, or people see how much I'm enjoying Steve's arms around me. Now I'm going to interview Becky. The folks back home will want to hear how she liked filming her role in the movie." 

Gwen, Jordan, and Steve did everything the director asked and often they only required a few takes to get the scene right. He frequently complimented them on how well they were doing. All three were all surprised when Paula and Diane showed up with Ted and Will at the lunch break.

"Diane insisted that I fly down and watch you kids make the movie. I decided if I was going to take a long weekend, I'd get Ted to close up for the day and come with me. We're going back Sunday night. The weather here is great. I thought it'd be real hot, but it's probably cooler here than home. We needed some time off and where better to spend it than with family?" asked Will rhetorically as he wrapped an arm around both Diane and Stephanie.




Lady in Red Ch. 30



Everyone sat down to eat while Diane coaxed Will to take a walk with her. Gwen and Steve exchanged glances and smiles. Paula caught the interaction, as did Jordan. Paula arched her eyebrows as if to ask a question, but Gwen simply shrugged and grinned. Then they heard Will whoop! Soon he was back with a huge grin and a shy acting Diane at his side.

"Stephanie! Come with us," ordered Will as he took her hand and led her away with Diane's hand still in his other hand. Soon the three of them were back with huge smiles on their faces.

"Mom and Dad have given me the honor of announcing the news," beamed Stephanie. "Our family will be adding a little brother or sister in about seven months!" 

Paula was the first one out of her chair and hugging her sister. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she clutched her sister. "That's why you wanted Will to come down so badly! This is wonderful news! I'm so happy for you!"

It took some time for everyone to congratulate Diane, Will and Stephanie. "Sir, you are the luckiest guy on the planet!" laughed Steve as he shook Will's hand. "I can't wait to hold the new baby. Are you hoping for a boy or a girl?"

"I'll be happy with either!" gushed Will. "This is the best news I've had in years!"

When Steve's turn came to congratulate Diane, he gently hugged her. "Look how happy everyone is for you, Will, and Stephanie!" whispered Steve into her ear. "This baby is special and will be loved by all of us. I can hardly wait to hold it, and watch you nurse it."

"You were right about Will and Stephanie being happy to have a new baby. I don't know why I was worried, but talking with you really helped me get my head on straight. I'm afraid that I love you as much as the rest of the women in the family now. You're a special young man. Gwen's very lucky," replied Diane as Will and Stephanie made more than enough noise to drown out her words.

Diane and Will accepted the offer to use Steve and Gwen's room while Will was in Florida. That left Ted and Paula sharing a bed with Kate if Gwen and Steve took the other bedroom in their suite.

"Kate can stay with Gwen, and Steve can sleep with Ashley and me," volunteered Becky. "We have a really big bed. Besides, we'll be so close to Steve that we could all sleep on an ironing board!"

"Gwen and I can just spend the night at the pool," volunteered Steve with a straight face. "The lounge chairs are pretty comfortable."

"That will not be happening," responded Paula immediately. "You two would keep the entire hotel awake half the night and I'd be trying to pry Gwen off you in the morning, but with a few hundred people watching this time."

"It's no big deal," offered Kate. "I'll just sleep with Gwen and Steve. I'll sleep in the middle to keep them apart. That'll cut way down on the noise Gwen makes. If you can manage to keep things down to a low scream, Mom, everyone should sleep fine."



Lady in Red Ch. 31



"No one seems very worried about where I'm sleeping," pointed out Stephanie to the group. "From what I hear, Gwen's discovered that sleeping on top of Steve is very refreshing. Kate can have the spot next to him. I'll be relaxing on all of those muscles of his, which are said to be surprisingly comfortable."

"I really hate to rain on your parade, Kate and Stephanie, but I spoke to Clyde and he's already booked a room for Steve and Gwen for the weekend. It won't be the Honeymoon Suite, but it has a king size bed and that's about all the two of them require in any room," advised Charlotte with a big grin. "That's what we assistants do for our people. We make sure they can sleep with their hunky boyfriends in peace, or would the word be 'piece'? We also make tacky jokes at their expense." 

Saturday morning found the band setting up in the hotel ballroom. In the movie, Steve was the lead singer of the band, which had a contract to perform at the hotel on a regular basis. Weddings and parties were their specialty. Jordan's movie parents owned the hotel, along with several others, along the Florida coast.

The plan was to video some live performances to use in the movie to help create the film impression that the band played at a lot of weddings. Clyde's people had actually lined up three couples that were getting married and offered them the use of the band and facilities in exchange for being in the film. They would rotate over a six hour period so that each couple had two hours, and each reception would appear to be on a different Saturday. Gwen and Jordan were also going to perform, although in the movie they would not be shown performing with the band. For them, it was more of a rehearsal for Amber O'Leary's wedding the following week. 

It was a relatively simple thing to record enough footage to use for the movie. Playing in the band at the hotel was the reason Steve's character was in Florida, but it was not the focal point of the movie. His interactions with Gwen and Jordan drove the plot. The songs were interspersed throughout the film and often with no actual band seen in the background. 

Gwen, Jordan, and Steve welcomed the afternoon as an opportunity to brush up on the songs they would perform at the wedding the following week. They even practiced a few older songs because Amber's grandparents were attending, causing Amber to request a few songs from their era. 

They also managed to play a few numbers for Will and Diane as part of the celebration of the anticipated new baby. Diane beamed as her family made her the center of their attentions. She thanked everyone several times.

"Steve, you were right on the mark about the baby. Will is out-of-this-world happy, and Stephanie can't wait to have a little brother or sister," revealed Diane as she managed a dance with Steve. "You've come to mean a great deal to this family. If we have a boy, we'll name him William Steven, if that's okay with you."

"That would be an honor!" exclaimed Steve. "This baby's going to be smothered in love."

"Don't tell anyone, but I'm pretty excited about having you watch me nurse the baby. I don't know why that excites me so, but it does. I've got to admit that I'm glad you got to see me topless. If you ever have to do a speech to some wayward woman about what constitutes great breasts, feel free to mention mine," laughed Diane. "Or am I being too presumptuous?" 

"Honestly? You're way up there on the list of women with beautiful breasts," praised Steve. "Especially now that you have that 'glow'. You're just about perfect in my estimation."

Diane stopped dancing and threw her arms around Steve and kissed him on the lips. Then she sheepishly looked around to see if anyone noticed. She saw that her entire family was watching her and laughing.

"I'm not going to ask what you two were discussing," stated Paula after the dance was done. "I could tell that you were pretty happy about something Steve told you. Are you trying to steal his cougar loving heart away from me?"

"As if I could!" retorted Diane. "That young man is amazing. He makes me feel better than any man I've ever met. When he looks at me, I just melt. Gwen had no chance. No woman does if he wants her."

"I've got to agree. I'm just glad that he's so responsible and honest. He'd absolutely destroy Gwen if he took up with someone else," replied Paula.

"That won't happen. You and I, the girls, and especially Gwen, mean far too much to him. He knows he'd lose us all if he treated Gwen poorly. He loves us all and he'll never risk losing us. We're helping Gwen keep the guy by loving him and being so good to him. We're part of the package that is 'Gwen Anderson & family'. We both know he won't ever find a better family to love, and be loved by. We've got the guy locked in."

"I wonder if that will work on Lisa's beau? Jason seems to be a really good guy. Will our family help keep him faithful to Lisa? Will he worry about alienating us, or is it just Steve that we mean so much to?"

"Right now, it's just Steve. Jason's a good guy, but none of us feel the same way about him as we do about Steve. How could we? Look what Steve's done for us, and what he's done to us. I wonder if Lisa loves Jason more than she does Steve?" responded Diane.

"That's the danger for all of us. The girls will have to find men that accept that they have a real weakness for Steve. Our husbands have to accept it, too. Ted has become Steve's biggest supporter after that graduation battle. He isn't one to share his wife in any way, but he's accepted that I love Steve, and not just in a motherly fashion."

"Will's coming around, too. Our husbands understand that we're dealing with something very unusual and very special with Steve and Gwen. The knowledge that Steve is above inappropriate behavior with any of us is the key. He's got an innate ability to draw respect from men, and love from women. Gwen is no slouch in that department, either," concluded Diane. 

"I've noticed that," agreed Paula. "Normally, when a girl has the best looking, strongest, bravest guy around, every other girl she meets tries to steal him away. Look how all these beautiful girls adore Steve, but also love Gwen and accept that she owns Steve's heart. I never see any real jealousy in any of them. They love the guy, but respect his relationship with Gwen. Some university could do a study on this 'extended family unit' that's being forged around Steve and Gwen. I've never seen anything like it."

"I'm really happy that everyone accepted me being pregnant so well," admitted Diane as she changed the subject. "I was concerned that Stephanie would be embarrassed, or that Will would resent losing his free time. They've been great. Steve told me they'd be delighted."

"You told Steve that you were pregnant before you told anyone else?" questioned Paula immediately. 

"Oops! I didn't plan on revealing that," admitted Diane. "I was pretty worried about how everyone would perceive my pregnancy, so I decided to speak to Steve about it. He really dispelled my fears. Does it sound pathetic that a woman my age sought advice from a kid just out of high school?"

"Normally, I'd say that it was pretty bad, but I understand why you'd talk to him. He's so level headed. I didn't even know you had any alone time with Steve. When did you talk to him?"

"The first day when Steve showed the girls how to surf. I caught Stephanie, Kate, and Becky in the hot tub with their tops off, waiting for Steve. I sent them packing and managed some alone time with him in the hot tub."

"In the hot tub? Just the two of you? I trust Steve, but it's a wonder you didn't jump in naked to impress him with those pregnancy swollen boobs of yours," mused Paula. "Wait! You're turning red! Did you finally give in and show him your pride and joy?"

"Don't ever tell anyone! I was all over the place emotionally and his speech about your 'perfect tits' really got to me. I just had to let him see mine. He approved of both Pride and Joy, by the way. The next time he has to set some big chested woman straight about beautiful breasts, I feel confidant my name will come up," grinned Diane.

"This isn't a competition," reasoned Paula. "We're old enough to be his mother, and we're married. I think it's best if he never sees either of us topless again."

"I've already promised to let him watch me breastfeed the baby. He asked me if he could watch and the idea makes me all tingly. I can't wait to have him see me feed the baby. How's that for hormonal imbalance?"

"Wow! He asked to watch? I don't care. I'm not going to get pregnant for any reason," insisted Paula. "I'll just have to think up some other way to give him another peek."

"Heck, you're old enough to be his mother. Why don't you just try breastfeeding him?" chuckled Diane. "Can you imagine if our daughters or husbands heard us talking like this? They have no idea how depraved we really are."

"So, Mom? Are you two talking about Steve? You're both all red faced and giddy acting," observed Kate with a grin as she strolled up to her mother and aunt. "When are you two going to grow up?"

Sunday was a day off. The weather was unusual in that it rained all day long. The entire gang went to watch the new 'Hunger Games' movie before going out to dinner. Paula and Diane bid their husbands goodbye since they were returning to Sparta that afternoon. That same evening, Gwen and Steve managed to sneak away early and spend some quality time in their room.

The following morning was warm and blustery. Steve was shooting scenes with Jordan. Gwen had the morning off and was sitting on the beach doing an interview with Amber Stahl. In the background, the families of the film crew were playing in the surf. Paula and Diane, along with Kate, Becky, and Stephanie, were sunbathing off to the side.

Suddenly a woman began calling frantically for her child. Gwen turned her attention to the screaming woman and recognized her as the wife of a cameraman. Then Gwen saw the reason for her frantic state. Bobbing up and down on the waves a couple hundred yards out and a short ways down the beach was a young boy. It was the woman's seven year old son!

Gwen regarded herself an excellent swimmer, although she'd had little experience swimming in the ocean. She pulled off her cover-up and raced toward the surf. Soon she was angling toward the child as she swam strongly through the waves. She was somewhat surprised that she didn't seem to get a lot closer to the boy even though she was swimming rapidly. By the time she finally managed to reach the kid, she was breathing hard from the exertion.

The boy frantically climbed all over Gwen when she reached him. His feet and hands clawed and scampered all over her upper body. At one point, his foot became entangled in her top and tore it from her body. Gwen finally managed to quiet the boy. She held him high in the water and began the swim back to shore, which was surprisingly far away.

Gwen's family watched with concern as Gwen finally caught the child and started swimming back. "Mom! She's trying to swim in against the rip tide! Steve said that even the strongest swimmers can't do that. She needs to swim sideways and get out of the current. Should I go out and help her?"

Paula quickly considered the situation. Kate was an excellent swimmer, but sending a second daughter out into the dangerous tide went against her instincts. Gwen needed expert help.

"Run and get Steve!" urged Paula as she watched Gwen struggle against the rip tide. She was holding the child and swimming strongly, but making no headway.

Kate took off in Steve's direction like a shot. The sand seemed to pull at her feet as she attempted to increase speed. She felt as if she were running in slow motion. When she thought she was close enough that Steve might hear her, she began to yell.

Steve and Jordan were in the middle of their third take on a difficult scene when Steve suddenly stopped speaking, raised his head, and began looking up the beach. He soon picked out Kate as she yelled his name and raced toward him. Without taking the time for an explanation, Steve immediately took off running toward Kate. 

As he approached her, Kate stopped running. She turned and pointed to the ocean and cried out," Gwen's out there, and she's in trouble!"

Steve increased his speed as his eyes followed Kate's pointing hand. He immediately spotted Gwen swimming against a rip tide with a child in one arm. He had spent most of his life around the ocean and instantly knew that Gwen would never make it back to shore if she kept trying to buck the rip current. 

As he ran, his eyes determined the location of the rip tide near shore and angled toward it. He barely noticed Paula, Diane, and the girls as he raced past them and dove into the waves. Once he surfaced, he began swimming with all his strength. The rip tide was carrying him out, so it was much like swimming downstream with the current in a river. It only took half a minute to reach Gwen and the boy, and it was none too soon. 

After Gwen had calmed the child down, she had started swimming for shore. She was pulling the boy and had her back to the beach. The first time she looked over her shoulder to determine how close she was to the shore, she was stunned. Was it possible that they were farther out than they were when she caught up with the boy? Gwen fought the fear that welled up inside and began swimming harder. 

Her arms and legs felt like lead when she next risked a peek over her shoulder. She had gained nothing! She was exhausted, and her limbs refused to follow her commands. For the first time, she began to consider the possibility that she would not make it back to shore. She looked at the boy watching her and knew she couldn't give up. Summoning up her last bit of energy, she again swam hard toward the beach. Once again, she failed to close the gap. 

The boy clung to Gwen as she now tried to simply tread water. That task required more energy than she had left. She tried to float and rest, but the boy was frightened again and climbed on top of her. She lacked the strength to hold him, or even to keep him off her. She began to go under for longer periods of time and had increasing difficulty getting her head above water as the boy clung to her head, trying to climb up her submerged body. 

Steve saw all of this as he propelled his way through the water. Gwen was submerged and the boy was barely keeping his face above water when Steve reached them. He pulled up, grabbed the boy with one hand and reached down and caught Gwen's pony tail and quickly pulled her above the surface. She immediately spit water and took great gasps of air.

Steve spoke calmly to the boy. "It's okay now. We'll just let Gwen rest a little and I'll take you in. Just climb up on me and we'll wait for Gwen."

The boy scampered up Steve's torso and practically perched on one of his broad shoulders while Steve concentrated on Gwen. He gently pulled her close and held her head above water.

"Gwen, just relax. You know I won't let anything happen to you. Just go limp and let me take you back in. Trust me."

Steve felt Gwen go limp as she stopped her weak flailing. Steve put his arm around her and started swimming parallel with the coast. Once he was satisfied that he was beyond the rip current, he angled toward the shore. He swam easily and with little effort. The boy had once again calmed down, and Gwen was allowing Steve to pull her along, offering neither help nor resistance.

About a minute after Steve had turned toward the shore, he heard a voice over his shoulder. He looked to see a darkly tanned man lying on a surf board paddling alongside him.

"I can take the boy in. I'll slide off so he can ride on the board, and I'll push him back. You can concentrate on your girl." 

Steve easily placed the boy on the surfboard and the man began pushing it toward the shore. Steve started talking to Gwen as they made their way back to the beach.

"It's my fault, Gwen. I never took the time to explain the rip tides to you and it almost cost me everything. I'll never make that mistake again. Are you okay? Can you talk?"

"I thought I was going to die. What bothered me the most was that the boy would drown if I did. It was a horrible feeling! I knew if I could just hang on long enough you'd save me. I just knew it in my heart. My arms and legs feel like lead weights. I can hardly move them."

"You don't have to do a thing," assured Steve. "I'll have us back on shore in less than a minute. Just let me take care of you."

Paula and the rest of her family had watched the entire ordeal from the beach. "Steve will save her," assured Kate as she worked to regain her breath from her run. "Did you see how fast he ran to the water, and how quickly he reached Gwen? He'll never let anything bad happen to her."

"I think you're right," agreed Diane. "Look how easily he's bringing them both back. It looks effortless when he does it. They're going to be fine."

They continued to watch as the surfer helped load the boy on his board and headed toward shore and the boy's frantic mother. 

"Look! Gwen's top is wrapped around the kid's foot," exclaimed Stephanie. "Gwen must be topless and there's dozens of people with cameras waiting for them to get back. What should we do?"

"We'll let Steve and Gwen worry about that," replied a relieved Paula. "As long as she's safe, I can't be worried about what people will see, or photograph."

"Look at them. Steve's stopped and they're talking. Gwen's wiping his face. Oh, wow!" exclaimed Kate.

When Steve's feet touched bottom, he took Gwen into his arms and began carrying her toward shore. He had only taken a few steps when he stopped and looked down at her.

"What is it, Steve?" asked Gwen as she looked up into his eyes. "Are you crying? You've been shot, tortured, and beaten, but I've never seen you shed a single tear. Now you know how I felt when Billy pulled you from the river, or when you lay on the gym floor, riddled by bullets with your life's blood pouring out of your body. I know how it hurts to see that. Let me wipe your eyes."

Gwen took both hands and placed them along Steve's face and used her thumbs to wipe the tears from his eyes. She brushed her thumbs over his cheeks twice. Then she pulled his face to hers and kissed him. When Steve felt her lips touch his, he pulled her body tighter to his and pressed his lips to hers even harder. His earlier fear and passion flowed through his body as he clung to the woman he loved.

"Mom, isn't that an awfully long time to kiss?" asked Stephanie. "Are they okay?"

"It looks like they're going to be fine," responded Jordan before Diane could answer her daughter. "Did you see how fast he moved when he realized that Kate was calling him? The when he saw it was Gwen in trouble, he really turned it on. He was already out to her before I was able to run this far. I've got to tell you that those two are so deep in love that it's unfathomable for the rest of us. They just might kiss for the rest of the morning."

As Jordan finished speaking, Steve broke the kiss and looked toward the beach. He saw dozens of people watching and many had cameras pointed their way. He realized that he simply didn't care what people said or did. He had Gwen in his arms and he was euphoric.

"Cling tight to me and keep your arms up. You lost your top and your beautiful breasts are going to be on display if you aren't careful."

"Okay, but when I'm in your arms, I don't care about anything else," admitted Gwen. "I truly love you and I always will. Never doubt that."

Steve turned slightly and headed toward Paula, who was standing near the water. He carried Gwen easily in his arms as he approached her mother, family and friends. Gwen held one arm around Steve's neck with her face buried in his chest. Her other arm was strategically placed over her breasts. 




Lady in Red Ch. 31



Paula raised an eyebrow in an unspoken question to Steve as he approached. "She's fine, but totally exhausted. I'll carry her back to her trailer so she can rest. You can take care of her when we get there."

Then Steve saw Amber Stahl standing nearby. Her camera was down as she looked questioningly to Steve. She then mouthed the question, "Is she okay?" as he carried Gwen past her.

"She'll be fine, Amber. She's just tired. Please let her relax for a while before you question her. She needs some rest and she'll be as good as new. Thanks for asking," responded Steve to show Amber that he appreciated her subdued reaction to the event.

Kate held the trailer door open for Steve as he carried Gwen in and placed her gently on a small cot in the trailer. Paula followed Steve in and closed the door behind her. Then she rushed to Gwen and pulled a light blanket over her torso. 

Gwen was looking at Steve intently, so Paula turned to see what she was watching so closely. Steve had pulled Kate into his chest and held her tightly.

"Kate, you saved your sister's life by getting me so fast. I'll spend the rest of my life repaying you. If you, or any of the girls, or your mom and Diane, ever have a problem and need help, you call me immediately. You've just made me love you more than I ever thought I could love anyone but Gwen."

When he finished speaking he placed his hands on either side of Kate's face and kissed her on the lips. He kept his lips on hers for several seconds. Kate trembled and moaned suddenly. Steve quickly moved his face back from Kate and again embraced her tightly. 

"It was Mom that told me to go get you. I was going to try to swim out and help Sis, but Mom said it would be better if I ran and got you. I'm glad I did!"

Steve released Kate, turned, and pulled Paula to him. "Paula, you kept your head and did the right thing. It's my job to take care of Gwen. I'm afraid that I screwed up when I didn't explain rip tides to her and I almost lost her. Like I told Kate, if you, Diane, or any of the girls ever have a problem, let me know. I'll always be there for you. I don't care how far apart we are or what time of day it is. Just let me know if you need me."

As he finished speaking, he leaned down and kissed Paula hard. Her arms went around his neck as he kissed her. He finally stepped back and turned again to Gwen. His breathing was ragged and his emotions were intense. He knelt at her side and kissed her gently. 

"I should get back to work. Your mom and Kate will look after you, but let me know if you need anything. I love you. I love you more than I'll ever be able to say," stated Steve as he stood and left the trailer and the three women in it.

"Wow!" gasped Kate. "I've never seen him like that! He was on fire! I think he gave me a little orgasm when he kissed me. I could feel his love. It was overwhelming."

"He was quite passionate," admitted Paula. "He came close to losing Gwen and the reality of how much she means to him caused him to be more demonstrative than usual. I know what you're saying. I could feel his heat, and passion, too. That young man is special in so many ways.

"How are you feeling, Gwen. You gave us quite a scare. Do you want me to get you anything?" questioned Paula.

"I'm okay except for what Steve did to me. If you think he was amazing just now, you should've been in his arms when we reached land. It was like he was consuming me! He's always passionate when we make love, but he took it to a whole new level just now. I had a major orgasm when he kissed me! And I was totally exhausted before he did! Now I feel like a wet noodle.

"I'm glad you both experienced some of it. I don't think anyone would believe me if I tried to explain it. It was good you both were here to absorb a portion of his intensity. I couldn't have survived much more of what he was dishing out. He was unbelievably emotional. I actually wiped tears from his eyes. He never cried when he was shot, or almost drowned. I never saw him cry before. He was really worried about me." 

When Steve stepped outside the trailer, Gwen's remaining friends and family were waiting. "Thanks for being you, Steve!" gushed Diane. "You saved Gwen, and that little boy. We were all terrified that you wouldn't make it to her in time, but we should never doubt you. I don't know what we would have done if something happened to Gwen. I don't know what you would've done either, but you'd never let anything bad happen to her."

Steve spent a few minutes reassuring the girls while explaining that Gwen was doing fine. Gradually he and Jordan made their way back to the set to resume their filming duties. Gwen slept over an hour and awoke refreshed and ready to work.

Everyone noticed how attentive Steve was to Gwen at dinner that evening. "Mom, he can't leave Gwen alone," chuckled Kate. "He's touching her arms and back and listening to every word she's saying. She loves the attention."

The next morning before breakfast, Gwen sought advice from Jordan, Diane, and Paula. "I was wondering, is it possible to have too many orgasms? Could it be a health hazard or something?"

Diane and Paula shared a look before Paula responded carefully. "Just how many are you talking about? I don't think I've ever heard of any health issues from that rather unusual problem."

"This is embarrassing, but five last night and another one this morning before we got up," replied a blushing Gwen.

"That isn't so bad! Some women are multi-orgasmic and can easily have numerous orgasms. Most women would probably be multi-orgasmic with Steve," giggled Jordan.

"Oh! I was talking about Steve. I was wondering if it's safe for him to have that many orgasms. I had a couple dozen, at least, but I feel great. Steve's acting a little tired this morning. He fell back asleep after the last one. Could he damage anything going off that many times? Most nights he goes to sleep after two or three, but last night he was possessed."

'Steve had six orgasms last night?" asked a stunned Paula. "No wonder you're worried. I don't even think that's possible for a man, in less than a couple of days!" 

"Paula, you're going to worry Gwen with that kind of talk. He'll be fine, even if he did it six times," laughed Diane. "He'll need some rest, I'm sure, but I'll bet he's got a big smile on his face."

"How are you feeling, Gwen? Having any trouble walking?" asked Jordan enviously. "I could tell yesterday that Steve was jacked up after pulling your barely covered butt out of the ocean, but six times is hard to believe. Your mom sure is impressed. Maybe Steve needs a harem. One woman may not be enough for him."

"Hey! Do I sound like I'm complaining? Don't worry about me keeping up. I'm all the woman he'll ever need. I've never refused him when he wants me and I have no plans to start. Just forget about any harems. I'm not sharing him, not like that," promised Gwen.

"Hey, don't blame me if you're boyfriend needs it six times a night. I was just trying to save your little kitty from some serious damage. Did you know that it can be worn out if it's used too much?" questioned Jordan.

"Really? I suppose that you ladies would all be willing to risk that danger to reduce my chances of being worn out by my boyfriend?"

"Dear, you don't have to worry. It's like a pig's snout. The more you use it, the tougher it gets," stated Paula while maintaining a straight face.

"I can't believe my own mother just said that!" laughed Gwen. "If that's true, I'm at least half way to being as tough as a pig's snout."

The group was just finishing breakfast when Steve sauntered up to the breakfast table. He immediately dropped down into a chair next to Gwen and rubbed her back as he looked over the menu.

"Don't even think about it!" cautioned Paula as she attempted to glare at Steve. "My poor daughter needs a break. Take a few cold showers, play some ball, go for a swim, watch a game, but let Gwen relax."

Gwen blushed a deep red and rolled her eyes. Steve simply returned Paula's stare. Paula broke first and looked away, barely able to conceal her laughter. Steve nodded to himself, stood, and circled the table. Paula was surprised when he gently pulled Kate from her seat and then sat down between Diane and Paula. He slowly began rubbing the backs of both women.

"That's more like it," encouraged Diane. "We're here to help Gwen any way we can. If that includes draining some of that pent up testosterone, so be it."

"Mom! That's no job for an older, pregnant, married woman! It requires youth and stamina. Kate, Becky and I volunteer, don't we girls? Poor Gwen! She needs us." 

By this time Gwen had overcome her embarrassment at her mother's comment. She fixed her stare on Steve and arched her eyebrows when he finally returned her look. Steve quickly rose and returned to his seat by Gwen.

"Now, that was very impressive!" laughed Diane. "Gwen never said a word, yet she was able to make him stop his very pleasant task and return to her side. It looks like the rest of us are out of luck, Girls. We may as well go get some sun."

Maxim scheduled photo shoots for Gwen and Jordan on Thursday. Jordan went first. She spent the entire morning changing outfits, travelling to various locations, and posing for pictures. Gwen went in for her makeup at noon and was easily finished before her turn came.

"That was really fun!" exclaimed Jordan to Gwen and Steve as she and Charlie sat down at their lunch table. "They don't show as much as Playboy in the pictures they use, but they sure get their money's worth making you pose. They tell you to do things that you know will show too much boob, or even all of your boobs, and then have you back off or cover up a little. 

"If you think that they won't be seeing every inch of your 'girls', think again. But they're very professional, and Charlie kept an eye on them, and a couple of other things. I think it made him pretty horny by the time they finished with me. Kate, Becky, and Stephanie watched when we worked here, but didn't get to go to locations with us. They were a little embarrassed at times but enjoyed it for the most part. They may want to be models or actresses now."

Gwen surprised Steve a short while later. "They asked if I could persuade you to pose for a few pictures and I told them that I thought I could. For some reason, they think it'll make me sexier if the readers see that I have an absolute hunk, and frequent hero, in a few pictures with me. If you agree, they want you to stop in for some makeup, although I can't imagine why."

"Sure, I'll do it. That way I'll be able to keep an eye on those guys taking the pictures. Besides, 'People Magazine' called and they'll stop in tomorrow morning to get some shots of me. They asked if you and Jordan would be available, plus any other attractive women I hang around with. They seem to think that showing all the beautiful women in my life will make me look sexier and more desirable. I think it's a waste of time. I'll never get the title over Bill Mason or Tim Hershaw. But it'll still be good publicity for the movie and the hospital fund just to be mentioned. I'll go get my 'face on' and join you in a few minutes."

Paula, Diane, and the girls were all on the beach waiting for Steve and Gwen. The photographer had several cameras set up on tripods. He was constantly checking the lighting, though the brilliant sunlight never diminished an iota. The girls groaned when Gwen moved up close to Steve and dropped her top when directed as Steve removed his shirt. They stood near a palm tree that was back from the beach. 

Gwen kept her breasts covered most of the time with parts of Steve's anatomy. The cameraman was busy calling instructions and two aides constantly helped position them. When the cameraman determined that he had enough from that location, he announced a break. Gwen took her top from one of the assistants and quickly put it on. She and Steve had to change for the next series of shots.

This time they were on the motorcycle, which had been brought out to the beach. Steve wore leather boots, pants, and a vest, while Gwen wore small shorts made of leather. At the cameraman's signal, she again handed her top to an assistant as she clung to Steve on the bike. A large fan had been set up in front of them and it caused Gwen's long hair to fly behind her, giving the illusion of motion and speed. The cameraman circled the couple taking pictures from every possible angle and directing the couple too turn in various directions.

"Can you believe that Gwen insisted on baggy pants and shirts when we were shopping for school? Now she's topless and being photographed for 'Maxim'. How could she change so much?" asked Kate as her group watched the session.

"It's hard to believe. I admit that, but it all started when she became 'The Lady in Red' stated Paula as she watched her middle daughter pose for the photographer. "Then she saved Steve from drowning, and then from bleeding to death, made some great recordings, a few popular TV shows, and now a movie. I guess posing in a risqué manner like this is a natural progression. This issue will sell millions. Having the two of them in a few pictures is brilliant. Men and women both will be buying the magazine when it comes out." 

Steve was told he would not be needed until later for some surf shots, so he joined Gwen's family to watch Gwen do more poses alone with the motorcycle.

"I'll never be able to look at a bike the same way again," sighed Steve as Gwen lay across the seat in leather shorts and a rather small leather vest with just a single button holding it closed. "I can't believe how beautiful Gwen is."

Paula smiled when Steve made his observation and exchanged glances with Diane. Diane nodded and smiled back before she returned her attention to Gwen. After an hour of poses around the beach and the local Tiki bar, Steve found himself holding Gwen in the surf. The photographer had them pose with Steve facing the camera and a topless Gwen looking back over her shoulder at the camera as her hand rested on Steve's chest. He moved them around for a couple dozen more, but Paula and Kate agreed that he'd not improve on the first picture.

Later at dinner, Steve broke his news to the group as they ate dinner in the hotel. "The folks at 'People Magazine' are doing my pictures tomorrow morning. They want me to try to find as many gorgeous women as I can to be in some of the pictures. They think that will lend credibility to my possible title as 'the sexiest man alive', as if I have a chance. So, Steph, are you willing to be in the shoot?"

"Me?" shouted Stephanie. "Are you teasing me? You'd better not be!"

"I'm serious, but I'm teasing everyone else. I'd like you all to be in some of the photos. They're kind of playing up how I found a family and a hometown in the last year, as well as all the other stuff that happened."

"I think the girls would all be happy to do it," assured Paula. "You put Becky, Kate, Stephanie, Charlotte and Ashley in with Jordan and Gwen and you'll convince everyone that you've got to be a really sexy guy to have so many beautiful girls around." 

"That's the idea, but I want you and Diane to be in some pictures, too. You're both huge parts of my life and you're beautiful women. It'll only add to my mystique to have people see how amazing my girlfriend's mother and aunt are."

All eyes turned toward the sisters as they struggled to respond. Diane's eyes began to tear up immediately. Paula blushed as she formed her response. "I'm hardly as beautiful these young women, but I'll cling to what you just said for the rest of my life. I'll be happy to be in any pictures you want. I don't think I can deny you anything anymore."

Steve gave Paula a big smile and then continued. "As you all know, we've got a flight to catch tomorrow afternoon. We have to be at the rehearsal tomorrow evening at 7 PM. This shoot will be done in the morning. Then we head out. Gwen, Charlie, Jordan, and I will fly back here Sunday afternoon. Clyde tells me that we're ahead of schedule again and should have no trouble wrapping the movie up before we all head to Russia. We'll do the extra love scenes next week. Can you believe all of this is happening?"

"Now I can say I've been to an inaugural ball, the White House for a state dinner, Paris for modeling, Los Angeles to be in a TV show, Florida to watch a movie being made, and pretty soon to Russia to attend another state dinner," announced Kate with a big smile. 

"I still think Steve should play James Bond in the movies. He looks so hot in a tuxedo and he fights way better than any Bond I've ever seen. How about these for titles? 'To Russia, With Lover', "Lots O' Pussy', 'Dr. Yes!', or 'The Spy that Loved Me...Six Times!'. I want to play the mysterious secret agent from some other country that succumbs to Bond before she dies a very happy camper!" 



Lady in Red Ch. 32



Gwen and Steve arrived at the Governor's mansion in plenty of time for the rehearsal. Steve had tried to beg off, and remain at the hotel, but Gwen wouldn't hear of it. "I know you aren't in the wedding party, but Amber and her parents will want you there. Remember how they treated you last time we saw them? Besides, we'll be going to dinner afterward and I'll need you to protect me from all of those handsome Army Rangers."

Lisa and Jason met Gwen and Steve as soon as they were granted access to the mansion. "Gwen! I heard that Steve had to help you out with that kid in the rip tide! I'm so glad he was there. I don't think he'd ever let anything bad happen to you.

"Steve, thanks for taking care of my little sister. I don't have to tell you what she means to me. Now let's go in and get this rehearsal out of the way so we can eat!" insisted Lisa.

When they entered the large chapel room where the wedding was to take place, Amber O'Leary rushed up to them. She hugged Gwen, and then Steve. 

"I really appreciate all you two are doing for me this weekend. I know you're busy making a movie in Florida. You've made me your friend for life by being in my wedding, and supplying the music. Everyone's so impressed that I was able to get the three top singers in the world for my wedding. I can't believe how lucky I am."

"I'm glad you feel that way," replied a relieved Gwen. "I'm afraid it's becoming a bit of a circus wherever we go these days. Reporters and paparazzi follow us all over. We don't want to take away any of the attention that should be on you."

"Nonsense! I've lived under the microscope since dad was elected to congress 12 years ago. I know how it works. In politics, as well as Hollywood, any publicity is good and you guys get lots of it. That means more people will be interested in my wedding, and that's a good thing."

"Am I missing something?" asked Steve. "Are you running for office or something?"

"No, but I'm starting a business. You know how I signed over all the 'Lady in Red' designs to your new company? I did those designs for charity and I'm glad I did. That allowed me to get you two into some of my designs, and that was the start I needed. 

"Now I'm starting my own fashion line. We'll be competing in some areas, but in a friendly way. I designed all of the gowns and tuxedos for my wedding, so the more press we get, the more exposure my work will receive. I'm taking advantage of Gwen and Lisa by having them wear my designs, even though they have contracts with other firms. I checked into it and it's okay for you both to wear my creations at my wedding. I asked about it."

"I sure hope everything works out well for you, Amber. If it doesn't, and if our line, which you really started, does well, you can always design for us. You're very talented."

"Thanks, but a lot of the success was because of the bombshells and stud that wore my ideas. Jordan Quick, the Anderson sisters, and Steve Hammer in my designs? How hard could it be to make my stuff look good?

"Brad and I want to introduce you to the other bridesmaids and groomsmen. Come on with me," urged Amber as she suddenly remembered people were waiting for her.

The rehearsal was over in less than an hour. The group retired to a local restaurant for dinner. Governor O'Leary had a private room reserved for the wedding party and guests. Gwen was impressed with how easily Steve got along with the Brad's friends. They were all military men and took every opportunity to ride Steve, or goad him during the early part of the meal. When it became evident that Steve wasn't going to react to their comments, the men seemed to suddenly change tact and become quite warm. 

Two of the groomsmen's wives were laughing at Gwen's confusion over Steve's treatment. "These guys were just testing him a little to see if he was a prima donna, or a mommy's boy. He passed the test and now they're accepting him as one of them."

"But they said some embarrassing and crude things to Steve. They even suggested a few unflattering things about me. How did they know that Steve wouldn't get angry? Why didn't he get angry?"

"Because they're men. It's just that simple. Men don't hug and flatter each other. They tease and insult each other, but within certain boundaries. None of them would say anything truly bad about each other's wives or mothers, but they will make references and they expect other men to do the same. It's much worse when we ladies aren't present. They found out that Steve can give as well as he gets. He's a man like them, and they've accepted him."

A short while later, one of the groomsmen asked Steve about Afghanistan. "That was you with your dad at that hotel outside of Kabul a year and a half ago? We heard that it was a hell of a fight. Four marines, a SEAL, and a kid killed 17 Taliban and wounded half a dozen more."

"Man! That must have been something. I wish I could've been there!" interjected a guy introduced to Steve and Gwen as the husband of a bridesmaid. "What a rush it must be to take out a few of those bastards."

No one spoke for several seconds. Steve simply stared at the man. Gwen quickly placed her hand on Steve's and patted it. It was Brad that finally broke the silence.

"I realize that you don't know any better, but that sort of talk around military men can, and will, get your ass kicked. Did Steve say anything about enjoying that fight? Four of the guys here right now served in Iraq and/or Afghanistan. They've been in battles and probably shot a few enemy combatants, as they're called. I know I have. It's not something men take any pleasure in. 

"Look at the wives of these guys. Look at Gwen and Amber. They're horrified that anyone would say something like that. They know how we feel about killing other human beings. They know how hard we work to forget it ever happened. We do it when we must, but we sure as hell don't enjoy it!"

"That's one of the things that makes these guys such close friends. They've shared experiences most men can't even imagine," added Amber. "It changes them. They never forget it, but we do our best to make sure they know they're loved and appreciated. What Steve did, what all of these men have done, was necessary, but very difficult. They really don't like it when civilians make light of combat and death. They fight to protect the ones they love. They don't fight because they hate the enemy."

"I know that's true with Steve. He resents it when people try to pump him for information about those terrible gun battles. I disarmed the bombs strapped to those four dead men lying on the floor with two bullet holes in their head. It was horrible, but I was glad that Steve had the nerve and ability required to save my life and the lives of so many others. You can watch the video and see for yourself just what he risked. He still doesn't talk about it much, even when we're alone, in the dark, in the middle of the night."

"Well, that restores my faith in the American male!" laughed Brad's friend, Tim. "Any man that has a girl like you lying next to him in bed sure as hell shouldn't be using his mouth for talking!"

"I admit his mouth gets a workout, but he really doesn't talk very much," blurted Gwen just before her face turned red. "Was that too much information?"

"No! Tell us more about this big movie star and his nocturnal habits," insisted Tim's wife. "I'm getting aroused just imaging what I think you're saying. It sounds like you've hit the jackpot!"

"Let me give you a little tip I learned from my mother many years ago," interjected Janice O'Leary. "If you're fortunate enough to have a man that is an exceptional lover, never tell your friends. Reputations like that will bring the competition out of the woodwork. Tell everyone he's a regular minuteman and has a short carbine. It's worked for me all of these years."

"So that's why your friends shake their head when they see me?" asked the governor. "There's got to be a better solution than that!"

"So I shouldn't tell these girls that Steve packs a long gun, is an excellent shot, and always eats what he shoots?" asked Gwen, trying to sound like an innocent young girl. 

"Please tell me that he eats it before he shoots it!" begged Tim as waves of laughter swept around the table.

"Just like a man," managed Tim's wife as the laughter died down. "I'm still looking for a guy that shoots first and eats later."

"I'm sitting right here, at your beck and call," responded Brad's friend, Jake. "I can do that for you. I'll make you forget all about Tim in about forty minutes or so."

"Don't fall for that story," laughed Jake's wife. "He'll shoot the hell out of it and then watch TV, or fall asleep, and it won't take forty minutes!"

"So how about Jason? Is he a fast shot? How's his appetite? You're awfully quiet, Lisa," pointed out Tim's wife.

"Well, Jason's parents are here, along with the governor and his wife, so I'll just say that he shoots straight, and often. He's a real marksman!" finished Lisa with a blush.

"Mom, these Anderson girls aren't following your advice! They're bragging about their men," laughed Amber. "But then I have to admit that I don't think Brad would want me to take your advice either. His so-called friends would tease him mercilessly if I indicated he didn't get the job done quite well, and frequently."

Gwen found herself having a great time dining and joking with Brad, Jason, and their friends. Later that evening as they climbed into bed, she mentioned it to Steve.

"When those guys first started trash talking you, and even making some crude remarks about my physical attributes, I worried that you'd become angry. Instead, you just laughed and make crude comments back to them. I didn't realize it at the time, but you knew exactly how to handle those men. Now they all like and respect you.

"Do you think I went too far with my jokes about you eating what you shoot? I hope I didn't embarrass you with some of my comments. Those guys, and their wives, are so down to earth and discuss sex so casually and tease each other about it so well that I found myself doing the same. Did I embarrass you, or make a fool of myself?" 

"Are you kidding? You were perfect. Those guys think you're tops. They could see how beautiful you are, but they discovered that you're not a stuck up bitch. A lot of people would be intolerable if they had your success, but you've become even more approachable. Everyone loved your jokes, especially coming from one of the world's sexiest women. They'll always remember tonight and tell their friends about it. They'll also be your friends for life, and not because you're famous and beautiful, but because you're smart, fun, and well grounded. I was so proud of you that I was ready to burst," replied Steve just before he took Gwen's left nipple into his mouth.

"You sure know how to make me feel good," cooed Gwen as she felt goose bumps spread down her back. "I was so proud to be there with you sitting next to me. I saw how those women looked you over, like vultures around road kill. I'll never give you up, so they're out of luck."

Steve picked Gwen up and slowly lowered her onto his very hard cock. Once he was fully seated in her warmth, he gently sat in a straight-backed chair and held her close.

"I've got something I've been wanting to talk to you about," he whispered as he slowly moved Gwen up and down on his erection. "I debated whether I should admit it or not, but I've decided that I will."

"Now you have my attention. Between your mysterious words and your steel hard cock, I can hardly focus. Is there a problem?" asked Gwen between gasps. 

"We're going to be apart a lot, starting in a couple weeks. This isn't easy for me to say, but you need to know it. I will stick by you no matter what. If you get drugged and find yourself in bed with another guy, if you just have a fling, if you get married to someone else, even if you make a hundred porno movies, I want you to know that I'll always love you and will crawl back to you any time you indicate that you want me.

"Don't ever think you've done something I can't forgive, or that prevents us from ever being together. If you can't wait for me, if you tire of me, if you find someone better, just remember that I'll be there for you when it's over with him. Never be afraid or ashamed to call me, to take me back into your life. Does that make any sense to you?"

"Oh, Steve! That's pretty much what I've come to realize about you. No matter how many women you make love to, how much rumors and gossip link you to beautiful women, I'll come to you whenever you want me. Never think that anything you've done has driven me away. You've given me so much, I think I'll forgive you anything as long as I can be with you."

"Then we agree? We'll remain faithful and totally in love, but if either of us ever slips, or worse, the other will have to forgive, simply because we have no choice. Love makes us forgive, at least a love like ours does. This isn't a 'get out of jail free' card that allows us a fling. It's simply a truth that we've come to accept. If either of us falters, or simply wants to move on, we owe it to the other to be open and honest about it," stated Steve. "But know this. I will never be unfaithful to you. My soul would burn in hell if I ever came close. I'm certain of that."

"You're the only man I'll ever sleep with. I promise you that, Sweetheart," moaned Gwen as an orgasm rocked her body. 

The next day, Steve helped Jordan, Charlie, and the other band members set up for the wedding while Gwen spent the morning helping the bride and getting her makeup and hair perfect. 

Later that day, at the wedding ceremony, Steve sat with Kate. He had to admit that Amber had the best looking wedding party that he had ever seen. Lisa and Gwen were stunning. Lisa wore a blue gown while Gwen wore red. The designs were the same, but each bridesmaid had a different color. Gwen was paired with Brad's friend Tim while Lisa was paired with his buddy, Jake. Jason was the best man and walked down the aisle with Amber's best friend, Claire.

It was a simple matter for those attending the wedding to move to the east side of the mansion for the reception. Charlie had indicated that he had experience doing weddings and smoothly handled all of the usual announcements and games conducted at weddings. Steve and Jordan handled the singing during the early part of the reception while Gwen was involved in wedding party activities.

After the meal had been served, Gwen joined Steve and Amber on the small stage to perform with them. When she wasn't singing, Gwen spent much of her time dancing. She was in constant demand by the young men present. 

Steve had it almost as bad. He played the guitar in most of the songs, so even when he wasn't singing lead or backing up one of the girls; he was often needed by the band. He did delight a few guests by singing to them as he danced. Now and then he managed to work a dance in with some of the ladies that Governor O'Leary made a special effort to introduce. 

One such lady was Senator Chatham. "It's such a pleasure to finally meet you, Steve. You dance even better than I had imagined. You make this old lady feel young again."

"Ma'am, your age is public record and fifty is hardly old," responded Steve smoothly. "Besides, you could easily pass for the late thirties."

"Wow, that makes what I'm about to tell you even easier. I'm on the Senate Foreign Relations Committee. I'm going to Russia and will attend the same state dinner that you are. The President has asked me to convey several things to you, Ms. Anderson, and Ms. Quick.

"The Russians are hosting the Winter Olympics next February. They've built a new stadium for the event. It will seat about 40,000 people. They've planned to have a grand opening for it during the trade conference that we'll be attending. There's one problem. 

"This is information not for public consumption. They don't seem to be able to get enough people interested in it to even half fill the new Fisht Stadium, as it's called. They have a few Russian entertainers and musical acts performing, but interest is lagging. If that happens, the government will be publicly embarrassed and an already difficult time will be exacerbated," worried Senator Chatham as the dance ended. "Please dance at least one more with me right now so I can complete my sales pitch.

"Thank you, Steve," stated the senator through a large smile as Steve kept his arms around her and began the next dance. "Russia is having a lot of trouble with terrorists. They also had an Olympic hero caught spying in France this spring. France has him locked up tight and it's creating a major rift in relations between the two countries and it's spilling over and affecting allies of both countries.

"The State Department would very much appreciate it if you, Gwen, Jordan, and your band requested the opportunity to play at the new stadium. The thinking is this; if you do not draw a large crowd, Russia will be able to blame the Americans; that you are not popular in Russia. If you do help fill seats in the stadium, the Russians will avert an embarrassing situation and point out that you kids are climbing on the bandwagon to perform in front of the many fans that were going to be there to see the Russian performers. You risk being blamed if no one shows up, but it's very unlikely you will receive any credit if a public relations disaster is avoided. We're pretty much throwing you under the bus."

"I'll speak to the others and see if they're willing. We'll also have to talk to Clyde Davis. He's guided us so far and done a great job. I'll make some calls and let you know as soon as possible," promised Steve as he led the Senator back to her table as the dance ended.

"Steve, please sit down with me for a few more minutes. The young ladies will have to wait a little longer. I still have some items to discuss with you," directed Senator Chatham as Steve took a seat to her left.

"This one is more difficult. Everyone in our government knows how well you got along with President D'Anjou and his family when you were in Paris last spring. President Novokov asked that you and Gwen attend the state dinner, so it seems that you may have an 'in' with him. All we're asking is that you and Gwen be very careful about what you say to these two leaders, especially in regards to each other."

Steve remained silent as he stared at the Senator for several seconds. "Okay, we want you to very carefully try to find any common ground that may exist between the two countries to help the state department determine a solution to this situation. France has flatly refused to release the Russian spy and can't backtrack on that without losing international credibility. Russia really wants it Olympic hero back in Russia for the winter games. See what you can find out, but avoid adding any fuel to the flames. That's all we ask." 

"You sure spent a long time with Senator Chatham," observed Gwen a short time later when Steve returned to the stage. "Should I be worried about her? You really seem to like mature women a lot."

"That's true," admitted Steve. "If they look like your mom and Aunt Diane, I do like them a lot. You really do have reason to worry about the Senator. She strongly urged that we ask to perform at the new Fisht Olympic Stadium in Sochi while we're in Russia."

"She wants us to ask to perform? Isn't that a bit presumptuous? What are the odds of even having our request accepted? When would we have the time? What's this all about?" demanded Gwen as she considered Steve's words.

"This is just between us. The word on the diplomatic street is that Russia can't entice enough people to attend the grand unveiling of the stadium with the acts they have scheduled. The state department feels that if Russia is humiliated in this prelude to the Olympics, they'll be even more stubborn when the trade talks between the West and Eastern Europe get under way. It's no secret that Russia still leans on Eastern Europe pretty hard."




Lady in Red Ch. 32



"So they want us to ask? I don't even know how we'd go about asking something like that. Do I just call up Novokov and ask? Do you have his number? It wouldn't surprise me if you did."

"The Senator never told me how we should approach this issue. Let's talk to Jordan, Charlie, the band, and Clyde to see if it's even something they want to do. At the next break, I'll call Clyde while you fill in everyone else."

Steve was only on the phone with Clyde a couple minutes when he returned to Gwen's side. "Jordan and the guys are cool with us playing in Russia, if someone is picking up all of the expenses, like hotels and air fare," revealed Gwen as Steve approached. "What did Clyde say?"

"I'm glad you asked. He told me that since we've created 'The Lady in Red Productions', these decisions will be made by the company's executive director. We need to discuss it with that person."

"We have an executive director running the company? Why didn't we know that? I'm almost afraid to ask who's been appointed. Will he be hard to get along with?" asked Gwen.

"Leave it to me. I'm on very good terms with the director. I'll broach the subject shortly. Let's get ready for our next set. Leave me out of the first number so I can speak with our new director," added Steve.

"You mean that he's here tonight? Now I'm really curious. You're not going to tell me who it is, are you?" complained Gwen.

"You'll figure it out soon enough. You guys start playing while I go work my charm," grinned Steve as he stepped off the small stage and headed toward the tables.

"Could I ask for the pleasure of the next dance, Madam, if your husband has no objections?" began Steve as he stopped at a familiar table.

"You know it's okay with me. Just have her back before too long," laughed Ted.

Paula smiled as she allowed Steve to take her hand and head to the dance floor. Steve quickly took her into his arms as the music began.

"It seems that you've been keeping secrets from us," began Steve. "Clyde just told me that you're the new executive director of 'The Lady in Red Productions'. You neglected to mention that little fact to the rest of us."

"Are you upset with me? I didn't make up my mind until last night. That's when I called Clyde and told him that I'd accept the position. Do you think I'm capable of handling it? I'm pretty worried about the responsibility. I wanted to make the decision without leaning on you and Gwen for support. Ted and I discussed it for a week before he convinced me to accept it. I guess you would've preferred that I strip down and jump into a hot tub with you, and then ask your opinion?"

Steve looked into Paula's eyes to judge her mood before he responded. "You don't need a reason to jump naked into a hot tub with me, but it's true that I can't think of a better way to find out. You know that I'd never toss you out for eating crackers in the tub. Do I dare ask where that statement came from?"

"I know Diane did that in Florida. I was just being a little petulant, or maybe a wee bit jealous. You really like Diane a lot and her breasts are even bigger now that she's pregnant. Did you mean it when you said I could jump into a hot tub with you any time? I don't want you thinking I'm like Cindy Quick, but I also don't want you thinking about my little sister more than you think about me. Do I sound shallow, and almost as bad as Cindy was? Have I lost your respect?" worried Paula.

"It's way too late to worry about how I feel about you, Paula. Nothing you could do now would lessen the love I have for you. I love Gwen so much it hurts, but you aren't far behind. It's probably a bad idea for me to even admit my feelings for you," confided Steve. "I respect Ted and Gwen too much to ever act on my emotions, but you must know that you're tops in my book."

"No wonder Gwen loves you so much! You're a smooth one, and you make this older woman feel great. I envy Gwen, but my joy for her is even greater." 

"All so-called 'older women' should have your figure and beauty," replied Steve. "Getting back on topic, Gwen, Jordan, and I have been told that it would be really great if we asked the Russians to allow us to perform at the opening of the new Fisht Olympic Stadium in Sochi. I asked Clyde and he deferred to you. It seems that I have to obey you now. What is your desire?" grinned Steve as he gazed down into Paula's eyes.

"You're probably able to see my desire, the way you're looking at me and holding me so close," responded Paula emotionally. "It's a good thing you have so much self discipline because you could be cutting a wide swath and hurting Gwen tremendously. I think you enjoy the affect you have on women, regardless of their age. To think I was worried about my daughters falling for you.

"I have to admit that I've been kept in the loop by Senator Chatham, who said she very much enjoyed your dances together. Of course you kids can play that stadium in Sochi, if you can wrangle an invitation from the Russian government. Isn't it amazing that we're even having this discussion? We're actually involved in foreign policy, however slightly."

The music stopped and Steve escorted Paula back toward her table. Before they reached it, Gwen intercepted them. "Mom, you're the executive director of 'The Lady in Red Productions? That's so cool. You'll do a great job, but how come Steve and I didn't know. Did Steve talk you into letting us play that stadium?

"It looked like he was talking you into his bed, the way you two looked at each other. I'm really glad that you approve of my boyfriend so much, but be a little less moon-eyed in public from now on. You're an executive director now and you can't be drooling over your clients," preached Gwen to her mother.

"Did I look that bad? If I did, it was because your boyfriend was laying on the charm really thick. I'm only human," complained Paula. "If he uses that charm on the Russians and French, your trip will be a great success. Do you think Ted will be upset with me?"

"He was dancing with that Heather. She's the bridesmaid with the huge boobs, so he never saw anything except a mile of cleavage. He's probably worried about you being upset with him, especially after she rubbed up against him the entire time they were dancing," responded Gwen before she grabbed Steve's hand and led him back to the band.

"Okay, everybody. We've been given the green light to play in Sochi, but we have to figure out a way to get an invitation," revealed Steve once he was back with the band.

"I've given that some thought and came up with a pretty simple solution. We need to get playing since we aren't on a break. Leave me out of a song or two while I start the ball rolling," suggested Gwen. "We should have an invitation by Monday evening if my hunch on how this all works is right."

Jordan sang the next song and joined with Steve on the one after that while Gwen sat in a quiet corner chatting with Amber Stahl. "You want me to tell viewers that you would all love to have the chance to play the new stadium in Sochi? That's on the Friday before the state dinner in Moscow? Where did this come from? What's up?"

"Amber, I'll trust you to not report the reasons if I tell you, okay? This international intrigue is new to us," answered Gwen before explaining the situation to Amber.

"Wow! You guys are getting into some exciting stuff! I'm so glad I got off on a good note with you and Steve. I'll be sure to send in a report right away. There's a good chance it'll be picked up by the network. I can't wait to see Russia! Last week my station manager told me that they were sending me to Moscow to cover you guys. Let's hope we get to see that new stadium up close!" 

Before they left for their honeymoon, Amber and Brad stopped to thank Gwen, Steve, Jordan, and the band. "You guys have given us the best wedding ever! All my friends are so jealous. If we can ever do you a favor, just ask," promised Amber.

"Saving this guy's life pretty well put me in your debt forever," replied Gwen as she clung to Steve's arm. "We hope you have a long and satisfying marriage. Congratulations to you both!"

It was almost midnight before the group called it a night. Steve thanked everyone as he explained that the band was finished for the evening. They had played for almost four hours with short breaks thrown in. 

"We gave them everything we had, and the crowd really enjoyed the music," observed Charlie. "Now we have to get ready for Russia. I've no doubt that Gwen will get us invited to play in Sochi, so we'd better brush up on our Russian. Does anyone here know any Russian songs?" 

It was a tired but happy group that gathered in the Steve and Gwen's hotel suite later that evening. Gwen had the TV tuned to a cable news channel as the group discussed the day's events.

"It sure was a surprise to learn that Mom's the executive director of 'LiRP'. I still don't know why you didn't tell us about it," puzzled Gwen.

"I just felt that we've been relying far too much on you kids to make the right decisions for the family. I wanted to have some time to talk it over with Ted. It's going to be quite a job. Clyde is convinced your movie is going to be a big hit. Since it cost a relatively small amount to make, there'll be a lot of money to disperse. You kids have so much on your plates that I didn't want to add to your concerns," finished Paula.

"Senator Chatham didn't have any compunction about asking us to figure out some sort of way for Russia and France to get over the spy impasse before the Olympics. She wants us to pay attention to everything we hear from members of the two governments and families that could be useful. I don't even have any idea what we could hear that would help, or what to do if we do find out something. I guess we report it to the Senator or the state department," concluded Steve.

"Do you hear yourself?" demanded Kate with no attempt to conceal her pride. "The band, Jordan, Charlie, Gwen, and you are trying to single handedly prevent one of the most powerful nations in the world from an embarrassing situation. How many people are there on this planet that could fill that stadium with fans? How many were asked? I have to believe that they're sitting in this room right now. I can't wait to do that essay about how I spent my summer. I'll just write that I was watching my sister and her friends work to improve international relations and keep the cold war cold. How cool is that!" 

Just as Kate finished speaking, the talking head on the news stations made a reference to Gwen stating that she, Steve, and Jordan would like to perform at the opening of the new stadium in Sochi. The news man chuckled a little as he finished his story, stating that the Russians were not likely to allow some Americans the chance to steal their thunder.

"Well, at least it's out there," observed Jordan. "If we're not wanted, or invited, we can just be tourists and have a great time. I sure hope that there aren't any terrorist activities while we're in Russia. They've been having a lot of trouble lately."

The next morning saw Gwen, Steve, Jordan, and Charlie meet Charlotte and Ashley at the airport to return to Florida to conclude the filming of the movie. By early evening they were checked into the same hotel they had used the first time they were in Florida. After dinner, the group met with the director of the film.

"We have to film two more love scenes and fill in around some of the other work we've already done. I expect to finish up well before the weekend, ahead of schedule and way ahead of budget. You guys have been great to work with and the crew and I appreciate it. We've worked with some real drama queens in the past.

"Tuesday night's the full moon. We're doing Gwen's love scene with Steve on the beach, after the sun goes down. Knowing you two, it'll be great. Jordan, if the weather holds, we'll shoot yours tomorrow afternoon on a boat we've hired. It'll be your dad's boat in the movie and you two will be taking it for a ride. Once you're away from land, you and Steve get amorous and we get your second love scene."

"I'll call Mom and tell her that we'll be able to head to Russia sooner than we expected. How's everyone feel about getting there a few days early so we can conquer jet-lag and maybe practice our songs, assuming we get the invitation to play? I wonder how long they'll want us to play, if we even get invited," wondered Gwen.

"We should be finding out pretty soon," reasoned Charlie. "They'll want to advertise the fact that they're pulling the top act in the music business to open their arena. And the fact that we have you three singing for us will help a little."

"You're such a funny guy," replied Jordan while attempting to keep a straight face, before finally breaking into a big smile. "No wonder I fell in love with you!"

"Just remember that while Steve's got you in his arms tomorrow and he's making you hotter than a two dollar pistol. I want to be the beneficiary of all that foreplay," grinned Charlie as he pulled Jordan onto his lap.

"You'd better be ready to put out the fire that Steve starts!" insisted Jordan. "Last time I was so worked up I didn't think I'd be able to wait until we got to my dressing room. This time we'll be on a boat and have to sail back to land. Maybe I'll be all cooled off by then."

The next afternoon found Steve and Jordan floating on a twenty four foot boat about a mile off the coast. A larger boat with the film crew was anchored very close by. Steve and Jordan listened to the director give the final instructions before they began. He asked them to take their time and that he'd put a few minutes together for the film from however long they appeared to be making love. Then he stepped back onto the larger boat and nodded for them to begin. 

Steve turned to Jordan and smiled as he ran his hand over her cheek. Jordan trembled slightly at his touch. Twenty minutes later both Steve and Jordan were perspiring heavily as the director called a halt to the scene. Jordan seemed dazed and it took a few seconds for her to accept her bikini top from Steve. She blushed and quickly put it back on and then hugged Steve as Charlie and Gwen joined them on the smaller boat, along with the man charged with piloting the boat back to the marina.

As Charlie approached, Jordan released Steve and threw herself into Charlie's arms. "Was that okay? Are you angry at me? It was just acting."

"Yes, I'm okay, but it sure wasn't acting. It was pretty obvious to all of us watching that you and Steve have something pretty special," pointed out Charlie as he hugged Jordan. "I knew that when we met and I accept it. I don't blame you. He's a hell of a guy and a great friend. I'm just glad he and Gwen are so committed. If he was a different kind of man, he could ruin a lot of friendships and marriages. You love him. Hell, I love him. He's carried me and the band to places we never thought we'd ever reach. He introduced me to you. I know you love me and I can live with your feelings for Steve as long as you both stay within the limits we've pretty much established."

"Steve! Jordan! That was so hot! If it comes out half as sensual on film as it was to watch, the movie will make a fortune. I can't wait to get you back to our room. Poor Jordan must be desperate by now. That was some great acting," smirked Gwen as Jordan gave her a sheepish smile. "It's a good thing that you're my two favorite people in the world that aren't related to me."

After they reached land and returned to their room, Gwen asked Steve," Do you think if we make love now that you'll be able to do a good job in our love scene tomorrow night? If you don't, maybe you should just take a cold shower."

Steve grabbed Gwen and tossed her on the bed and climbed next to her, helping her remove her clothes while he kissed the exposed parts of her body. 

"Okay, as long as you're sure about this," groaned Gwen as she came long before Steve had her completely undressed.

The next day was spent filming short spots the director wanted in order to flesh out some scenes that had been filmed previously. The crew finished early and then assembled on a deserted section of the beach shortly before sundown.

The director went over the scene as he envisioned it. Steve and Gwen were to ride down the beach on the big motorcycle they had used earlier in the movie. They would appear to stop at a random spot, which would be exactly where the director wanted them, and proceed from there. Once it became fully dark and the moon illuminated the ocean, the director had everyone take their places. Steve and Gwen rode the bike back up the beach a quarter mile and turned around and came cruising back. Steve brought the bike to a stop exactly where he had been instructed.

He stepped off the machine and took Gwen's hand as she easily swung her leg over the bike. She was wearing her work shirt and shorts from the Tiki Bar while Steve wore a tight tee shirt and jeans. He took Gwen in his arms and kissed her gently. Then he wrapped an arm around her waist and led her toward the water. When they were near the water, he took a towel from under his arm and spread it out.

Steve then reached down and pulled his shirt over his head and Gwen quickly followed suit. They dropped to the towel and unhurriedly began their lovemaking. Soon they were both naked and entwined in each other's arms. What followed was over twelve minutes of love making by the couple. 

Finally, Gwen rose from riding Steve and pulled his hand to get him to his feet. Then she led him into the water. When they were out far enough for the waves to reach their stomachs, Gwen turned to Steve and embraced him as the waves washed against their torsos. The water around them glistened from the reflected light of the bright moon overhead. 

Those watching could easily make out Gwen's breasts as she stood close to Steve. He slowly lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his body and he ever so slowly lowered her as she kissed his face lovingly. Ten minutes later the couple disengaged from each other and made their way back to shore and the towel waiting for them. As they again lay down on the towel, the director called for the end of the scene.

Wardrobe people quickly brought robes to Gwen and Steve as Ashley, Charlotte, and Jordan hurried up to them. 

"That was so hot! I think I saw steam coming out of the water," gushed Charlotte. "It was the total opposite of the last one you two did. This time you acted like lovers that were very comfortable and familiar with each other, and really into each other." 

"You always have to show me up, don't you, Gwen?" laughed Jordan. "That water looked like it had diamonds floating on it, the way it reflected the moon light. Then there were the two perfect bodies all tangled together and moving in a rhythm no one can mistake for anything but love making. People will pay the price of admission just to watch your love scenes!" 

"Are you two in a hurry to get back to your room, or can we go out and get a late night snack? There's only a few scenes left to film tomorrow and we'll wrap up this movie. It's been one of the best experiences of my life," enthused Ashley.

""I feel quite relaxed. Let's get something to eat," responded Gwen with a grin.

"You're not all consumed with sexual desires?" quizzed Charlotte immediately. "That would indicate that you managed to relieve those urges recently, since no woman could endure everything Steve did to you without getting super horny. You really did it, didn't you? No wonder that water scene looked so damn real!"

"I'm admitting nothing and I wouldn't appreciate any rumors getting started. Let's just let it die and go get something to eat," replied Gwen as she hugged Steve's arm to her bosom. "Just give us a couple minutes to get some clothes on."




Lady in Red Ch. 32



An hour later, the group was seated at a local burger joint when Gwen's cell phone rang. She stepped outside to be polite, but soon returned to rejoin the others.

"Guess what? We've been invited to perform at the grand opening of the stadium in Sochi! The state department just relayed the request to Mom and she accepted the invitation for us. We're going to play to our biggest live audience ever, and it'll be in Russia! We'll wrap this movie up tomorrow and head out Friday. That'll give us a week in Russia to prepare our songs and to get accustomed to the time and climate changes, and do a little sightseeing. This is going to be telecast all over the world, so we'd better get it right!" 

"That's great news!" cheered Jordan as she hugged Charlie. "We'll be able to add Russia to our musical resume. Charlie and I were talking last night about how our lives have changed since we met Gwen and Steve. Our careers have taken off, we've fallen in love, and we've made some great friends. It looked a little shaky when Steve washed my mouth out with soap the first day we met. Then he carried me topless to his hotel room a couple weeks later, but look how it all turned out. Charlie and I'll never be able to thank you two enough."

"My life was circling the drain a few months ago," interjected Ashley. "I had a badly depressed sister who had recently lost a hand. I had a complete inability to find and date a decent man. I even had to go on an antidepressant because I felt like such a failure. I thought I was in love with one of my students and he didn't even know I existed. Now I feel like things are working out for me. And my sister is doing great. Who do you think I should credit for that turn around?"

"Did you just say that you 'thought' you were in love with a student?" questioned Gwen. "Does that mean that you no longer feel that way?"

"If you must know, it means that I've come to realize that I am very much in love with the guy, but he's not my student any longer. I realize that he loves me in a special way that allows me to find someone of my own that will think that I'm pretty amazing. Want me to make it even plainer? I love Steve dearly, but he's yours and I'm able to accept that. I feel confident that I have a lot to offer to the right guy and I won't settle for anything less than an honest, kind, hard working man that is totally devoted to me. I see that it's possible. Jordan found a great guy. Lisa found a great guy. I will, too."

"I did find a great guy, didn't I?" agreed Jordan with a big smile as she again hugged Charlie. "Thanks for reminding me, Ashley. Gwen and Steve introduced us. Charlie never cared about my past mistakes. He just made me want to do better, so I wouldn't disappoint him. He's been a godsend." 

"Mom also said that they plan on releasing our movie over the Labor Day weekend. Usually, a movie is in post production for months, but Clyde told Mom that he felt it should be released as soon as possible to take advantage of all the publicity we've been getting lately. Since there are no special effects, they just have to edit it, promote it, and release it. 

"A song and video from the movie is being released tomorrow. Mom had to choose which one to release first. They're planning on releasing a couple of the remakes we did first, and save 'Midnight Lights' and 'Half-Hearted'. One will be released a week or so before the movie comes out and the other will be a couple weeks later to try to maintain interest in the movie. They think those two new songs will be extremely successful," added Gwen.

"Which song will they release tomorrow?" asked an excited Jordan. "I bet it's that 'Can't Live' song you sang so well. That song was amazing."

"It seems that Mom made the decision, so she naturally showed favoritism with her pick," grinned Gwen. "It's 'The Glory of Love' that Steve and I sing together. Mom said the video Clyde put together for it will bring tears to the eyes of every woman that sees it. She thinks Clyde underestimated how well it'll do. She said if it isn't a big hit, she'll resign her position. That's how sure she is."

"Steve and Gwen really sang the hell out of the song and we did a pretty good job with the arrangement and music," observed Charlie. "I bet your mother is dead on with this one. It'll be a big hit before we leave for Russia. In fact, we'd better brush up on it so we can play it there. The fans in Russia will see it on the web and want you guys to sing it in concert."

"That reminds me of a subject I've been thinking about," began Steve calmly. "I know it won't be easy, but it would really go over good if we sang a few of our songs in Russian. I was thinking I could split songs, doing both English and Russian versions, just switching back and forth. We'd have to practice because the band would have to be able to adjust to the phrasing that may be longer or shorter than the English version. I could teach Jordan and Gwen the lyrics for a few songs, if they're willing to try."

"Just when I think I know what's going on in your head, you come up with something new," marveled Gwen. "I think it's a great idea! I heard that Abba didn't know English very well when they sang their songs. Maybe we could do 'Dancing Queen' in Russian, along with a few others!"

"Deal me in!" added the excited Jordan. "By the time we leave Russia, the whole country will be eating out of our hands. I know they'll appreciate that we made the effort to learn some songs in Russian and they'll love Steve! He'll be handling the introductions since he's fluent in the language. This'll be the best concert they've ever seen in Mother Russia!" 

"When they see and hear Jordan Quick, Gwen Anderson, and Steve Hammer live and in person, they'll have to be impressed," insisted Charlotte. "I've seen how you three affect the audience. You give a great show, you're sincere, and you love what you're doing. That's what makes you three so special."

The group managed to schedule a couple days back home to rest up and pack for the trip to Russia. Friday morning saw The Anderson family, Charlotte, Ashley, Billy, Jordan, Charlie, Steve and the band board a plane for Washington. Amber Stahl made the same flight and was positively ecstatic about the trip. They planned to meet Steve's family, and Jason, in Washington for the flight to Moscow.

Jason was the first to join them at their gate in Washington as they waited for their connecting flight. Lisa ran to him and he swept her off her feet in a bear hug. After the other travelers greeted Jason, he turned to Steve and shook his hand as he clapped him on the back.

"The guys can't believe I'm going to a state dinner in Russia with your group. Heck they can't believe Lisa's my girlfriend, never mind the rest of this. I never realized that pulling your frozen ass out of a snow bank would reap such rewards," laughed Jason. "You'll do, even if you are Navy."

"Look! There's Jen and her mother and grandparents," called Kate as she rushed to hug Jen. The group chatted with Kate for half a minute before they all walked toward Steve.

Gwen could easily tell that Steve's grandmother was visibly upset. This was a very difficult reunion for her. Gwen found herself wondering if older woman had mellowed in her attitude. That question was soon answered.

"Young man, uh Steve, I was wrong. I treated your mother poorly and I repeated the same mistake with you. I will take my regrets to my grave. I understand that you must dislike me. I have been less than loving to you, and I drove your mother away from her family. Knowing all of this, your young lady insisted that I be included in this trip of a lifetime. I don't know what to say to you both."

"How about a simple 'thank-you' and a hug?" responded Gwen as she embraced the older woman. "You're Steve's grandmother. That makes you family, and that means a great deal to Steve and me. You'll love Steve when you get to know him. You have an amazing grandson, Mrs. Patterson."

"That's what I keep reading, and seeing on the news and internet," responded Steve's grandmother as she returned Gwen's hug. "I also see and read a great deal about you, Ms. Anderson. You've saved Steve's life a few times. You have hit songs, TV shows, a line of swimwear and gowns, and recently completed a movie with Steve and Jordan Quick. You're a remarkable woman. You're his lover, and you're quite proud of it."

"Steve and I are in love, and we're lovers. Do you have a problem with that fact, Mrs. Patterson? Am I not good enough for your grandson?" demanded Gwen as her temper flared. "I'd give my life for him. You have no idea how much we love each other!" 

"Perhaps not, but I'm beginning to get an idea. I meant no disrespect when I mentioned that you're his lover. You remind me of his mother, my daughter Jennifer. You're smart, beautiful and quite headstrong. You don't need my approval, my dear. I've forfeited any right I may have ever had for input into Steve's life years ago. Truthfully, I need your approval. Jen, Janice, and William have taken great pains to explain to me that without your blessing, Steve will never accept me in any way."

"I'm sorry I was so abrupt. I had prepared myself for a possible conflict and I was probably expecting it, so I was rude. If you love your grandson, you have my blessing. If you hurt him again, we'll have a real problem," promised Gwen as she turned to Steve. "Your grandmother has apologized to you. She's waiting for your response."

Steve wasn't overjoyed about the situation, but had no illusions as to Gwen's expectations. He stepped closer to his grandmother and gently hugged her.

"You can do better than that!" insisted the older woman as she wrapped her arms tightly around Steve while tears streaked her cheeks. "Jen tells me that you're the strongest boy she's ever met. Please hug me, Steve."

Steve was surprised at how the woman's words affected him. He gathered in his arms and lifted off her feet as he hugged her to his chest. He felt, rather than heard, the sobs that wracked her body. Not knowing what else to do, Steve simply held his grandmother as her shame and anguish controlled her emotions. He held her for well over a minute before she regained control. 

Steve gently placed her back on her feet and turned to Gwen. He swept her into his arms, crushed her to his chest, and buried his face in her long hair. Gwen could feel his emotion as he struggled with his feelings. Eventually his breathing returned to normal as he slowly relaxed his hold.

By this time, Kate, Ashley, Jordan, Lisa, Charlotte, and Paula were gathered near Steve and his grandmother. "Wow! Steve's really choked up!" observed Kate. "He always hugs Gwen when he gets that way. I bet he kisses her next."

Even as Kate spoke, Steve brought his lips to Gwen's and kissed her gently. "Grandmother Patterson, you've managed to break Steve's reservations. He's feeling quite emotional," managed Gwen when Steve released her. "This is going to be a great trip!"

Soon all the women were welcoming Jen, Janice, and Janice's mother, Mrs. Beatrice Patterson, to their group. Steve shook hands with his grandfather as they watched the women interact. "Thanks, Steve, for being so kind to your grandmother. She was so afraid that you'd reject her. She would've done that to you if the shoe had been on the other foot. She's having great difficulty dealing with the fact that you and Gwen can forgive her and accept her as family, especially when she was so unwilling to show your father that same courtesy." 

Just as the reunion activities settled down, a young couple approached Gwen and Steve as they stood chatting with their friends. "Excuse us, but we were wondering if you'd sign our copy of Maxim? We're returning from our honeymoon. I just bought the new issue because I saw Gwen Anderson on the cover. Then as we were walking toward our gate, we saw you both waiting for your flight, so we thought we'd take a chance and ask for autographs."

"The magazine is out? Can I look at your copy?" asked Gwen as she studied the cover photo. "It's amazing what they can do with Photoshop. Look how smooth they made my skin and how big my boobs look. That little shirt doesn't cover much does it?"

Gwen and Steve not only signed the magazine, but they posed for pictures with the couple. Kate volunteered to take some photos of them all together with their camera. Soon other passengers began to gather around and ask permission to take pictures. Many of them wanted Gwen to sign their Maxim magazines, which they had quickly purchased at the airport newsstand.

"You're Steve Hammer!" gushed a couple of teen girls that had been waiting at the gate with their families. "That new song, 'The Glory of Love' is unbelievably good and the video made us both cry. It was so romantic. It's the best video ever!" 

By the time they boarded the large aircraft; Gwen and Steve had signed dozens of autographs, and posed for hundreds of pictures, mostly with other travelers waiting for the flight to Moscow. Jordan was also kept busy by fans. Once they were boarded and airborne, most of the group leaned back to catch some sleep.

It was a long flight. They arrived in Moscow shortly before noon, which arrived ten hours sooner than usual for the travelers from America. The members of the band remained at the airport. They were going to accompany their equipment to Sochi and start preparing for the show. Once the Americans passed through Russian customs, they were shown to a small bus that transported them to their hotel.

"Let's get a lunch after we check in and then take a two hour nap," suggested Paula. "It worked pretty well when we arrived in Paris. We'll still have a few hours to see some of the sights. This city is amazing!"

As the group entered the ornate luxury hotel the state department had booked for them, security formed a path through the crowd to use to approach the front desk. Beyond the security personnel, other guests turned to see what the fuss was all about. 

As Steve gazed at the hotel guests beyond the security detail, he saw a blonde girl standing with several friends, looking back at him. Steve smiled and stepped between two of the security men and quickly walked up to the blonde girl. As he approached her, she launched herself at him.

Steve grinned as he easily caught the girl and carefully swung her in a tight circle. "Nadiya Misko! It's great to see you again! You look even more beautiful than the last time I saw you," praised Steve as her friends watched wide-eyed.

"So the big, famous American hero remembers the little girl from the Ukraine? I was wondering if you would. I was telling those girls that we had danced together in Paris, but I don't think they believed me. I think they do now. You have made my day!"

As soon as Steve placed Nadiya back on the floor, Gwen embraced her. "Nadiya! It's so good to see a friendly face here in Moscow. Will you be at the state dinner next weekend?"

"Yes, I will! This is all so amazing. You two are so famous and successful and you treat me like a long-time friend. I am so proud to be considered a friend to Steve Hammer and Gwen Anderson. It's so good to see you again! I have followed your new adventures since we last spoke. You've made a movie and once again prevented terrorists from killing innocents. I will be at your concert in Sochi as well. You two are amazing!"

"Do you have some free time? We're going to have a lunch and then go to bed for a couple hours. We'd love to have you come with us," offered Steve without giving his words much thought.

"I would be delighted to have lunch with you and very happy to sleep with you, but is Gwen okay with it?" responded Nadiya as she struggled to hide a smile.

"What? Oh, no! I didn't mean that. Gwen would never go for that. I was asking about lunch. I'm sorry if it sounded like I was asking about, uh, you know."

"If we were going to invite any beautiful blondes to join us, you'd be on the list," laughed Gwen as Steve blushed. "However, we've reached an agreement that we'll remain exclusive for the next 60 years or so."

"I thought as much," grinned Nadiya. "Steve is not the kind of man to share his woman, and you'd be crazy to share him. The ladies would be lined up for blocks."

"Let's get some lunch and catch up," suggested Steve as he made a concerted effort to change the subject. He placed an arm around each woman and led them back to his group.

Gwen made the introductions to the many members of the group. "You travel with so many beautiful women," marveled Nadiya. "Gwen's sisters are incredible, your cousin looks like a female version of you, your 'teacher', as you call her, is gorgeous. Jordan Quick is, well she's Jordan Quick. For a man in a monogamous relationship, you keep some very exotic company. Gwen must be very secure."

"I was going to tell her the same thing when she said that you'd be joining us for lunch," responded Lisa. "With your beauty and grace, you could intimidate any woman. Jason's eyes have been bugging out since he saw you with Steve and Gwen back in Washington."

"Charlie isn't much better," laughed Jordan. "At least he's met Nadiya before, but he still has trouble pulling his eyes away. Let's get checked in and get some good Russian cuisine!"

Gwen noticed that Steve was quite attentive to Nadiya at lunch and engaged her in a lengthy political discussion. When they retired to their room, Gwen began asking questions.

"I know she's a stunning woman, but you don't usually ask anyone so many questions. In fact, you're usually pretty quiet. Why were you so interested in the politics of the Ukraine? Did you learn anything? Are you up to something?"

"This is like a chess game, with several players. I'm just trying to get the lay of the land. It appears that The Ukraine would like to do more trade with the US, but Mother Russia is leaning on them to stay in the fold and deal mostly with what was the Soviet Union. Information like that may come in handy."

"I'll tell you what would 'come' in handy," teased Gwen as she ran her fingers over Steve's crotch. "On second thought, you're a smart guy. Try to figure it out." 

Steve had no problem solving Gwen's little riddle, but it cut their nap time down by an hour. He felt like he had just closed his eyes when Kate began banging on their door and yelling for them to get up. Gwen finally staggered to the door and opened it.

"One thing you need to learn about Russia is that the walls aren't very thick and sound travels right through them," revealed Kate. "It's a good thing that Jen and I have the room next to yours and not Mom and Dad. It would be really embarrassing if they heard you, especially if Dad got Mom screaming like you were!"

When the group gathered in the lobby to begin their sightseeing tour, Lisa tugged on Gwen's sleeve and whispered to her. "Thanks for getting us going. We were tired and almost asleep when you started making those loud moans, and then a few screams. Next thing I knew, Jason was all over me. We hardly got any sleep, but it was worth it!"

"I didn't know you were in the room next to ours," admitted Gwen. I know Kate and Jen are on the other side of us."

"We aren't next to you. We're in the room next to Kate and Jen on the other side. Sound really travels through these walls," added Lisa.

"Uh, oh. I wonder who's got the room next to us on the other side," worried Gwen. "I hope it's Charlotte and Billy."

The group climbed into a small bus that had been hired for them by the state department and began their tour. Gwen had an aisle seat while Steve sat looking out the window. Paula sat across from her with Ted next to the window on his side.

"I suppose I should thank you, Young Lady," whispered Paula quietly so that neither Steve nor Ted could hear. "I haven't seen your father so romantically inclined in some time. We didn't get much rest, but we certainly spent the time wisely. Just think about Ted's age before you two try doing it six times. His heart may not be able to stand it if he tries to keep up. Did you notice how sound travels through the walls? I may have to move Kate and Jen to a different floor." 




Lady in Red Ch. 32



Steve and Gwen were surprised at the attention they attracted when they stepped off the bus to tour some of the more famous landmarks in Moscow. People crowded around them, took pictures with their cameras and phones, and more than a few asked for autographs. Most of the younger ones spoke English and were quite polite. At the second stop, Steve found a copy of 'The Moscow Times', which was printed in English. He showed it to Gwen.

"Wow! They really gave us a lot of print. No wonder everyone recognizes us. Our pictures are plastered all over the paper, as well as the fact that we'd be arriving today. I don't think we have fans this excited to see us back in the US. It looks like we should put a few butts in the seats at that Fisht Stadium."

The entourage returned to their hotel well after dark. They had jammed as many stops into the afternoon and evening as they could. After a very enjoyable dinner, they drifted into the lounge area where an excellent pianist was playing and singing quite well. Gwen and Jordan both mentioned how odd it felt to recognize the music, but not the lyrics.

Everyone danced with their partners for a few dances. Then Steve, at Gwen's strong suggestion, asked his grandmother for a dance. "Dancing with my grandson in a luxury hotel in Moscow is far more than I ever even dreamed of. You're a wonderful dancer, like your mother. I regret so much what I did to her."

"Grandmother, that's all in the past. It all worked out. If things had been different, I might not have been born, or I might not have met Gwen, or who knows what may have happened differently. Don't dwell on the past; let's make this a trip to remember." 

"You're absolutely correct. Judging from the sounds coming from your hotel room, you'll have a great deal to remember. Your young lady certainly is vocal in her encouragement and appreciation of your efforts. She's a wonderful girl, and she's so in love with you. I know it was her idea to invite me along on this amazing trip. I'll spend the rest of my life thanking her for her generosity." 

Steve blushed at his grandmother's reference to his hotel room noises. He promised himself that he's be more careful the rest of their stay. Steve danced with Ashley and Lisa before Kate grabbed him and led him onto the floor. She drew as close to him as she could for their dance. Steve wondered if he would have to pry her off when the music ended. 

He soon learned that he needn't have worried. When the song ended, Kate stepped away and whispered, "He's all yours, Nadiya," as she gave his hand to the beautiful Ukrainian girl.

"You have so many beautiful women with you, and they are all in love with you. Does it not bother Gwen that so many of her family and friends are so smitten by you?"

"Gwen and I have an understanding. She's the only one for me, and I'm the only one for her. I love all of the women with us, but Gwen is the one I want. I'll never risk losing her, or hurting her in that way. She knows that."

"Then she won't mind this?" chuckled Nadiya as she moved in very close to Steve. "There are many countrymen here that know me and I want to make them a little jealous. Is that awful? Am I a bad person?"

"Not from where I'm standing," replied Steve graciously. "I can't imagine how you could be any better."

"No wonder all of these women are in love with you! You are not only strong and handsome, but you are such a gentleman. My friends are taking pictures of us. Would you mind if I took you over and introduced you to our trade delegation? It would only take a few minutes."

"I'd be delighted," responded Steve as he danced Nadiya toward her group. When the song ended, she began introducing him to her delegation, including her father. He was a large man with a very firm handshake. Steve liked him immediately and they chatted in Russian for several minutes, while Nadiya stood close by and beamed.

After about five minutes, Steve excused himself and went in search of Gwen. He found her dancing with a tall man a few years older than she and Steve. The man was making a serious effort to draw Gwen tighter to his body while Gwen was attempting to maintain a little distance. The man's hand kept dropping down to Gwen's ass and she kept pulling it up to her back. 

Ted started toward them when Steve placed his hand on Ted's shoulder. "Let me handle this," was all he said, but Ted nodded and returned to his seat.

The song had ended, but the tall man did not release Gwen. He appeared to be waiting for the next song as he kept his arms around her. It was apparent that Gwen was not happy with the situation, but they were in a foreign land and she did not want any trouble. She had no doubt that Steve could kick the tall man's butt, but that scenario worried her. They did not want to be involved in any bad publicity.

Meanwhile Steve approached the man playing the piano and quietly spoke to him. The fellow grinned at Steve and began a new song. After a few chords, Steve walked onto the dance floor and began singing.

"Tonight it's very clear, as we're both lying here, there's so many things I want to say." Steve made his way directly to Gwen as he sang. Gwen quickly gleaned Steve's intent and gave him a huge smile. Then she sang the next line, just as they did in their music video. 

By this time, the tall man was feeling very uncomfortable as everyone's attention was drawn to Gwen as she faced Steve and sang, "I will always love you, I would never leave you."

As Steve began the next line in the song while closing the distance to Gwen, the tall man dropped his arms and walked away. Gwen smiled again as Steve took her into his arms and began dancing with her as he sang. By this time, everyone else had vacated the dance floor and watched from the sides as the two American lovers entertained everyone in the lounge. There was thunderous applause when the two ended the song and bowed gracefully.

"Did you see that, Grandma?" squealed Jen as she clapped her approval. "Steve's so smart. He could have beaten that guy up, but he knew that would have repercussions. He found a better way to get rid of the jerk. Didn't they sing great?"

Steve escorted Gwen back to their table as people slapped him on the back and congratulated him. "That was a stroke of genius!" joked Kate. "You knew your singing would drive that creep right off the floor!" 

"Excuse me, Sir," interrupted a swarthy man with hotel ID on his shirt. "The hotel would be very willing to upgrade your rooms, or make some other concessions if you and the lady would entertain our guests for another hour or so and again tomorrow evening. We seldom have such talented performers in our hotel. The publicity would be most beneficial."

"If that proposal includes Jordan Quick, we'd be happy to oblige," replied Steve immediately. "We'd like a room that either has soundproofing or is far away from any other guests. If you can arrange that, we'll get started right now."

Jordan, Gwen, and Steve spent the next hour and a half singing some of their songs and responding to questions in the comparatively intimate atmosphere of the lounge. Charlie filled in on the piano and the impromptu show was very well received. Word quickly spread in the hotel and the lounge was very crowded by the time the group finished for the evening. 

When Steve and Gwen finally retired to their new hotel room, they found their luggage already waiting for them. "That was a great idea about changing our rooms. Mom, Lisa, and Kate all told me that they heard us take our 'nap' this afternoon. It was pretty embarrassing," admitted Gwen.

"Oh, yeah? Try having your strait-laced grandmother tell you how much your girlfriend seems to enjoy your lovemaking, if you really want to be embarrassed," responded Steve as Gwen's jaw dropped. 

The group spent Sunday in Moscow sightseeing. That evening found Gwen, Jordan, and Steve entertaining a very crowded lounge. Steve and Charlie brought their acoustic guitars to supply some more background for the songs. Jordan played the piano and sang while Gwen sang lead on some songs and back-up on others.

"Paula, your daughter has an amazing voice," stated an obviously impressed Beatrice Patterson. "It's difficult for me to accept that I'm in Moscow watching my grandson, his girlfriend, and his lady friend, Jordan Quick, perform in a lounge in a luxury hotel. Next week we'll see them perform in front of thousands live and in person and millions on television. That's all before we attend a state dinner with the presidents of Russia, France, and the United States, along with high ranking diplomats and statesmen from other countries."

"It's been one adventure after another since Gwen met Steve at our local mall last fall," recounted Paula. "Steve's strength and love has allowed Gwen to blossom and reach her potential. When the two of them are together, anything is possible. It looks like someone important is going to meet with them right now."

"That's Vlad Novokov! His father is the Russian president," gasped Beatrice as she watched her grandson shake hands with the important young Russian. 

"I have heard a great deal about you, as well as Ms. Anderson and Ms. Quick," began the Vlad Novokov in excellent English as he shook Steve's hand. "This lady at my side is my fiancé, Anna Chekov. We will be flying to Sochi with you tomorrow. My father wants to use this trip to demonstrate how safe traveling is in Russia. Terrorists are not in control." 

"I have heard a lot about you, Mr. Novokov," responded Steve as he shook the other man's hand. "I had heard that you were engaged to a beautiful woman, but I never dreamed she would be this lovely."

"I can see why you have so many gorgeous women around you, Mr. Hammer, I mean Steve," joked Anna in excellent English. "You are very smooth. If you don't mind, we'd like to listen to you perform this evening and perhaps I might even manage a dance with you. I know Vlad would very much like a dance with the beautiful American ladies next to you."

"How could we refuse the opportunity to have a dance with such a dashing and handsome man?" teased Gwen as she first shook Vlad's hand and then hugged a surprised Anna. Jordan soon followed suit, but Anna anticipated that hug and returned it warmly. 

Jordan and Gwen took turns dancing with Vlad while Steve managed a couple turns with Anna. As they danced Steve questioned her about the situation with the jailed Olympic spy.

"The man is a national hero! He was not spying on the French. What do they even have to spy on? They were just retaliating because Vlad's father refused to sell them natural gas. We have to provide for our friends in Eastern Europe and can no longer send gas to France. That is what this mess is all about. Russia will not be held hostage by France. We will find a way to return our Olympic hero in time for the Sochi games."

Vlad and Anna stayed until the group stopped performing at midnight. The next morning, they were on the bus hired to take Steve's group to the airport for the flight to Sochi. Steve sat next to Vlad on the flight to Sochi while Gwen chatted with Anna most of the trip.

Once again the group climbed into a bus to transport them, this time to the Olympic village. They were only a mile or so away from the airport when a blast shook the bus. Steve looked out the window to see fire pouring out of a building about a block ahead of the bus. He saw dazed people wandering away from the apparent site of the explosion.

Without conscious thought, Steve rushed to the front of the stopped bus and opened the door. He hit the ground running as he hurried to the scene of the disaster. As he approached a structure that was billowing smoke from doors and windows, he heard enough from the locals to know that the explosion had occurred in a small elementary school and children and teachers were still in the building.

Steve turned and entered the building. Jason, Charlie, Billy, Ted, and Vlad had hurried off the bus in an effort to keep up with Steve. As they rushed up the street, Vlad informed the other Americans what he was hearing from witnesses so that they would understand the situation. To a man, they all entered the doorway they had seen Steve use.

"Oh, no! Dad and Steve and the others have gone into that burning building! What should we do?" cried Kate as she watched her father disappear into the smoke.

"We need to start helping the wounded and get prepared for more. Those men will be bringing out injured people. Let's set up on that playground and start helping those that need it," reasoned Gwen as she led her friends and family across the street to a small playground. 

As she walked, Gwen gathered up what looked to be a girl about seven that was bleeding from a head wound. She placed her on a small picnic table and looked around for any material to use on the wounds. 

"Mr. Patterson! We need bandages for these people. Could you start making some from whatever clothes people can spare?" asked Gwen as she examined the child for any life threatening injuries. 

Seeing Gwen act so quickly and calmly, the rest of her group began offering assistance to anyone that appeared to be harmed in any way. Charlotte soon had a small boy resting on a second picnic table as she examined his badly bleeding arm. Steve's grandfather had ripped his own shirt into strips, handed the strips to Gwen and Charlotte, and was gesturing for others to do the same. The locals caught on quickly and started offering articles of clothing to the American women as they worked to aid the injured. 

Soon several Russian women joined in as more injured were brought to the playground. Then Steve suddenly emerged from the smoke and dust that was streaming from the building. In his arms was a woman. She clutched her bulging stomach and groaned as Steve rushed up to Gwen. 

"She's having a baby! It's just started showing. Take care of her while I go help the others," insisted Steve as he gently placed the woman on the table, spun, and rushed back into the building. 

Ted and Billie appeared a short time later, each carrying a small child. Jason followed with two kids in his arms while both Vlad and Charlie emerged carrying older women. Several local men also carried children from the building. Flames began shooting out the windows and the roof started to slowly collapse as the horrified onlookers stood and stared.

"Where's Steve?" called Jen as the side of the building began to crumble. Gwen turned to look at the destruction, even as she tended to the woman in labor. Smoke and dust billowed outward in a huge cloud as the two story building simply collapsed onto the ground floor.

No one spoke as the din of the building collapsing slowly died out. Only the flames licking at fallen timbers could be heard. 

"There he is!" yelled Kate as the dust and smoke swirled away to reveal Steve on his knees in the street, clutching a thin blonde girl in his arms. Shaking his head, he regained his footing and started across the crowded street. 

Emergency personnel and vehicles began arriving as Steve moved beside Gwen with the child clinging tightly to his neck. Gwen was tending to the woman when she yelled at Steve. "I need your shirt! The baby's coming!"

Steve quickly placed the child he was holding on the ground and pulled his shirt over his head. He shook it violently to rid it of most of the dust. Then he handed it to Gwen, just in time for the baby to make its grand entrance! Gwen deftly caught it in Steve's shirt and wiped it off as well as she could. 

Suddenly she handed the now crying baby girl to Steve and quickly pulled her blouse over her head. She spread the blouse out, carefully removed the baby from Steve's shirt and placed it on her blouse. Then she meticulously folded the blouse around the baby and picked it back up.

By this time the small girl that Steve had carried from the burning building was back in his arms, clutching his neck as tightly as her tiny arms could manage. Her little face was pressed to Steve's as she and Steve both watched Gwen hold the crying newborn. Gwen smiled at the baby and then gently placed her on her mother's chest. The new mother smiled her thanks and clutched the infant lovingly. 

Suddenly an almost hysterical woman rushed up to Steve with her arms out. The child in Steve's arms released her grip around his neck and extended her hands toward the frantic woman. Gwen listened as Steve spoke to the woman briefly in Russian. The young woman gave Steve a quick kiss on the cheek. Then she took the child and disappeared into the crowd that had formed. 

Emergency personnel spread throughout the makeshift field hospital, replacing those that had been giving aid to the injured. The mother and baby were loaded into a waiting ambulance and driven away.

Gwen stepped up to Steve and wrapped her arms around him. He could feel her tremble in his arms and pushed her back slightly to look at her eyes. Then Steve saw what Gwen was focused on. Behind him and off to the side were four little bodies and two larger ones, all placed on blankets.

Steve took Gwen's hand and moved closer to the unfortunate victims. He dropped to his knees and Gwen quickly followed suit. As they mourned the victims, the rest of the American entourage knelt down on either side of them and bowed their heads. Seemingly from nowhere, and old man with a beard stepped in front of them and began what was obviously a Russian prayer. As he spoke, Steve softly translated it for his group. By the time the old man finished the prayer, dozens of people were kneeling alongside the Americans. 

Everyone remained on their knees for another minute or so. Then Steve stood and the rest followed his lead. With his head bowed, he placed an arm over Gwen's shoulders and started back down the street to the bus they had so recently abandoned.

It was a somber group that climbed back onto the bus. Then they sat quietly as police directed the bus to a place it could turn around and backtrack a block. Then they resumed their journey to the Olympic Village. Gwen leaned her face into Steve's neck and remained silent as he once again curled one arm around her shoulders. 

It was late afternoon by the time the group arrived at the hotel. They checked in and then gathered at the hotel restaurant for dinner and quiet conversation. Amber Stahl joined them twenty minutes later.

"I sent my video report back to the studio when I got to my room. As you can guess, the station was eager to air my report on the events of today. One of the reasons for the intense interest is the photograph that's on, or will be on, the front page of almost every newspaper around the world. I saw it on a copy of The New York Times online. It's just incredible.

"It seems that a couple from Nebraska was traveling here on a bus that was right behind ours. The wife snapped some pictures of the events today and sent them to her local TV station. They were shown on air, and then placed on the station's web page and social media links. 

"The photo that's so remarkable shows Gwen holding the newborn baby. It's wrapped in her red blouse, with Gwen, Steve, and that adorable little girl that was clinging to him, looking down at it in Gwen's arms. Get this part. The sun was reflecting off a broken window behind Gwen and it looks like a halo around her head! Remember that she had removed her blouse to cover the baby, and her bra was strapless? In the photo, you see the baby, the top of Gwen's breasts with no visible clothing, and Steve standing bare chested next to her, clutching that cute little girl in his arms. The effect is breath taking! It's like a modern day nativity scene. No one's suggesting any divine intervention, but the viewers can make their own determination. The legend of the Lady in Red will continue to grow. That's for sure!" 




Lady in Red Ch. 32



"Oh, wow!" managed Paula as the rest of the group sat silently, recalling the events of the day, and how Gwen looked as she held the baby. 

"At least she's not a virgin, so she won't have to worry about that embarrassing comparison," opined Kate between bites of chicken. "I'm just glad I wasn't the one holding the baby. I'd be known as 'the virgin' the rest of my life!"

After the laughter subsided, Amber continued. "They're showing the cover of Maxim alongside the photo the woman from Nebraska took of Gwen today. There've been all sorts of phrases bandied about on the internet. Things like 'The Lady Madonna in Red', 'Special Delivery', 'Red Handed' and 'Red Dawn'.

Before Amber had finished speaking, Charlotte had her phone in her hand. "Hey, there's wifi here! We can use Google and find that picture! Wow! Look at this!"

Charlotte handed her phone to Billy, who studied it for a few seconds and handed then it to the next person. "How about this picture of the guys all standing together after they rescued those people? Their muscles all big and bulgy looking!" exclaimed Lisa as she held her phone up. "These American guys look like real studs; even you, Dad!" 

The group retired early that evening, worn out from the events of the day. Gwen was feeling melancholy and asked Steve to hold her tight until she fell asleep. Her joy of delivering a healthy baby had been reduced by the deaths of the innocent victims. Steve held her to his chest and stroked her hair long after she had fallen asleep. He knew his time with Gwen was drawing to a close. He stayed awake well into the night, just concentrating on her smell and feel. He would want those memories when they were separated by three thousand miles.

The next day saw Gwen, Jordan, Steve, Charlie, and the band get everything set up at the stadium, and then practice for a few hours. The venue was bigger than anything they had previously played. The sound system was brand new and seemed to work very well. By Friday afternoon, they were confident that they were as prepared as they were ever going to be for the biggest live show of their careers. 

People had been streaming into Sochi all week. By the time the first band took the stage that afternoon, the stadium was packed. Over forty thousand people shouted their approval when the music began. Steve felt the first band, which was pretty well known in Russia, did a credible job. The second band took the stage an hour later. They appeared rattled by the size and volume of the crowd and played haltingly. The audience became restless and began chanting insults. The band ended its stint after just forty minutes on stage.

Next up was a well known female Russian singer. She hit every note perfectly. The small orchestra that accompanied her played flawlessly. Even so, the crowd seemed pleased when she finished her set. Steve's group was given ten minutes to set up for their performance. They were the last act. That fact was not lost on any of the performers. It indicated that they were the main attraction, even in a place half way around the world from their homes.

When they were ready, a small spotlight lit a ten foot circle on the stage. Steve and Gwen stepped into the light and the crowd went wild. They had to take bows and gesture for the audience to quiet down before they were able to start. When the cheers finally reached an acceptable level, the band began playing as Steve led Gwen to the center of the small lit area.

On cue, Steve and Gwen began dancing and then Steve began singing 'Lady in Red', but in Russian. When the audience realized that he was singing in their native language, they screamed and shouted their approval. Steve stopped singing and simply danced with Gwen until the din abated. The band easily picked up where he had left off and Steve gave a performance the crowd would long remember. The large screens placed strategically around the arena showed Gwen's dazzling smile and classic beauty as she responded to Steve's singing and dancing. 

When the dance ended, the crowd once again cheered its approval while the stage again went dark. It only required a couple minutes for Gwen and Steve to find their positions and for Steve to strap on his guitar. As the audience quieted down, the band began their signature opening number with Queen's 'We Will Rock You'. The lights came on as Gwen stepped to the microphone and began singing. They had the capacity crowd eating out of their hands the rest of the night.

The highlights were songs they performed in Russian. Steve and Jordan stunned those attending with a very well done, sexy Russian version of their first hit song together. Later, Steve and Gwen teamed up to perform their current hit, 'The Glory of Love', again sung in the Russian language. Gwen and Jordan had the crowd rocking in the aisles with their Russian version of 'Dancing Queen'.

At the end of their first hour, the audience refused to let them stop. Steve checked with the head official of the event and was given a huge smile and the go-ahead to play another set. Gwen started it with 'I Need a Hero' followed by Jordan doing her two biggest hits to the delight of the crowd. The three singers then joined forces on 'Lyin' Eyes'. After Gwen did her version of 'Addicted to Love' Steve performed two Elvis songs. He sang 'I Can't Help Falling in Love With You' in English. The large screen focused on his face as he sang. Sighs were heard from every woman in attendance. For his Russian fans, Steve sang 'Love Me Tender' in their native language. The applause for his effort has loud and long.

"I haven't been to a concert in thirty years, but these kids amaze me. I heard Sinatra and Elvis live and they weren't in the same league as these three," offered a biased Beatrice to Paula between sets. "I've never seen a crowd respond like this one is. I'm so glad that your daughter persuaded Steve to invite me, and to forgive me."

"Forgiving you was Steve's decision. He's the one you should be thanking," asserted Paula.

"Paula, you're not very convincing. We both know that Gwen exerts a lot of influence on Steve in certain areas. He listens quite closely to her on matters of family and relationships. She pays close attention to him on other issues. They feed off the strengths of each other. Together, they are extremely capable and confident. I'm very favorably impressed with your daughter." 

After three solid hours on stage, Gwen finally put the evening to rest with 'My Heart Will Go On'. As she finished, the lights onstage dimmed and remained dark. Over forty thousand fans left the stadium delighted with the performance.

"I feel like I'm seeing history this week," stated Ashley when the group gathered in a private dining room at their hotel after the performance. "It was exciting watching you guys entertain at that lounge for a couple nights. It was great meeting and traveling with Vlad and Anna. Seeing how quickly and decisively you responded to that terrorist bombing at that school was something I'll never forget. But years from now, I'll be telling my kids and grandkids about how I was there when Steve Hammer, Gwen Anderson, and Jordan Quick conquered Russia in one incredible night." 

"I think you may be right," agreed the usually quiet Jason. "It'll take time, maybe years, to accurately gauge the effect this trip to Russia will have on relations between the US and Russia. I'm pretty sure that at this moment, the Russians have a warm and fuzzy feeling for Americans, at least certain Americans." 

The next morning saw the entourage board a bus for the trip back to the airport. They took a different route to avoid the area where the school had been bombed by terrorists. There was a large crowd at the airport when they arrived. It was made up mostly of young people and it was clear they were there to see Jordan, Gwen, and Steve. Against the wishes of the people running security, the threesome went over to the edge of the crowd and shook hands and posed for pictures about ten minutes.

Finally, and much to the relief of the people in charge of security, Gwen, Jordan, and Steve returned to the secured area and waited for their flight. Vlad and Anna were once again flying with them. On the return trip, Gwen sat next to Vlad and Steve chatted with Anna. Gwen wondered why Steve had suggested it to her as they were preparing for bed the previous evening. As she listened to Vlad discuss his country's concerns and dreams, she realized that Steve wanted her to understand Russian people and politics better. Her appreciation for Russia increased greatly that afternoon, as did her appreciation for her surprisingly deep and observant boyfriend.

Upon their return to their Moscow hotel, Steve declined the offer to perform in the lounge for an upgrade. The disappointed hotel management gave them the upgrade anyway. He explained that he had seen the news reports of how they had assisted his countrymen after the terrorist attack. The events of the previous week had taxed the travelers. They welcomed the opportunity to rest before the state dinner Sunday evening.

Once again, Steve surprised Gwen. This time by inviting Michelle D'Anjou to join them for quiet dinner in a private room reserved for the three of them. Gwen paid close attention to Steve as he directed the conversation toward President D'Anjou's impasse with Russia. Without seeming to pry, Steve skillfully extracted everything Michelle knew about the situation with the Russian spy and the looming trade discussions.

Sunday morning the entire group met for a big breakfast in the hotel dining room. The conversation centered on the state dinner to be held in the Kremlin that evening. Steve noticed Nadiya enter the dining room and quickly invited her to join them for breakfast. He dragged a chair from an empty table and placed it between his seat and Gwen's.

Paula, Lisa, Charlotte, and Beatrice all noticed where Steve positioned his beautiful guest and exchanged glances with each other. Placing her between him and Gwen could be construed as significant by the beautiful blonde girl.

"It is such an honor to sit between the two famous American heroes," began Nadiya as she took her seat. "I saw that incredible picture of you two with the newborn baby and the little girl in Steve's arms. It looked almost biblical. I was also in the stands for your concert in Sochi. It was far and away the best performance I have ever seen. For a little girl from the Ukraine, your friendship and attention is very overwhelming."

"Somehow, I don't think you're nearly as naïve and innocent as you would have us believe," laughed Gwen. "You are a beautiful woman, fluent in several languages, and very much a part of the political scene in the Ukraine. I Googled you and found out quite a bit, like you have a degree in government from Kiev University."

"It is flattering that a famous person like you would try to learn more about a humble girl from the Ukraine," responded Nadiya, before breaking into a big grin. "In politics, it is often to my advantage to appear unaware and uninterested in affairs of state. I hear much more when people believe I am not paying attention and do not care. Even in the Ukraine, we have blonde jokes."

"Tell us more about your country's position on these trade talks," suggested Steve. "Do you expect to increase trade with the West?"

"That was our hope when we came here, but it does not look like that will happen. Russia is very upset with France. In its anger, it is insisting that we remain a close partner of Russia, with very little interaction with the West. Father is very disappointed. The plan was to meet all next week with trade groups from the US, Canada, and Western Europe to agree on easing restrictions of goods and services flowing both ways.

"Our government is under heavy pressure from Russia to resist trade with the West, while the people of my country are pressuring it to be more receptive to trade with the West. Father thinks it may bring our current government down if it is not resolved soon."

Steve was listening closely as the beautiful girl spoke knowledgeably about her concerns for her country's economic and political future. The Eastern European Bloc wanted more trade with the West. Russia was the stumbling block and France was exacerbating the situation by holding the Russian Olympic hero. Both sides had drawn lines in the sand and would not budge.

William Patterson and Ted Anderson were mildly surprised at Steve's interest in the trade position of the Ukraine. They listened with great interest as Steve questioned Nadiya. It was quite apparent that Steve was not just making idle conversation.

After breakfast, Steve and Gwen were headed back to their room for a little extra recreation when they were hailed by Senator Chatham. She motioned for them to follow her into a side room.

"You kids pulled off the job we gave you!" praised the Senator as she motioned for Steve and Gwen to sit. "You made Novokov look good. His new stadium was filled to capacity and a few thousand watched the big screen from the parking lot. The President was very relieved that it worked out so well.

"Then there's that response you kids had to the bombing on the outskirts of Sochi. That photo of you two with the newborn baby and the little girl in your arms was absolutely the best thing that could have come out of that terrible event. The news media in Russia is not often very kind to Americans, but they can't get enough of you two! They've played the videos and shown the still shots all week long. 

"Your concert was broadcast over the entire country and people loved it. Singing in Russian was a stroke of genius. No one ever dreamed that you two would do so much to improve relations with Russia when you were invited. To be honest, when you insisted on bringing so many family and friends, the deal almost fell through. The president's advisers wanted him to drop you, but he refused. That's why he's president. He was a certain feel for things. He sure got it right with you kids!

"The trade talks will stall because of France and Russia being at odds, but your work here will make it a positive event, all things considered," allowed the talkative legislator.

"Senator, this event is pretty important to a lot of countries, especially the smaller Eastern Bloc nations. It would be wrong to not try to find some sort of compromise," worried Steve.

"Tell me about it. If you think of something, let me know. There's going to be some tension tonight since the presidents of France, Russia, and the U.S. will all be there. This is unusual. You seldom have three heads of state at a dinner like this at the same time. France accepted before all of this trouble started, but it would have been even worse if President D'Anjou decided to cancel at the last minute. It may be a bit frosty tonight." 

Gwen and the rest of the women had reservations for early afternoon in the hotel spa. They enjoyed every service the hotel provided. By the time the ladies rejoined the men in the lounge a little after 4 PM, they looked fantastic

The men were speechless. In fact, when the women entered the lounge, all conversation stopped as every head turned to admire the beauty of the American women.

"Paula! My God, you're beautiful!" blurted Ted without hesitation or thought. "All of you are incredible!"

All of the men in the group echoed Ted's sentiments. Charlie moved close to Jordan to give her a kiss. She quickly stopped him with her hand pressing against his chest.

"No you don't, Buddy! We just spent hours getting all dolled up. You guys can't so much as touch us until after the dinner tonight. Right girls?"

"Well, to be honest," quipped Kate, "if Steve really likes what he sees, loses control, and carries me off to his room, I'd consider all the time and effort to look like this well spent. We could catch up with everyone later."

"Believe me, I like what I see, but your Dad's here, so I don't dare lose control," laughed Steve. "I'll just have to admire you from afar."

"I knew you'd have some excuse. Dad's too busy drooling over Mom to even notice anyone whisking me away. I think Gwen's got you under her thumb. You're afraid of her," taunted Kate.

"You sure have that right, Kate, but he's under a lot more than just her thumb," added Lisa. "I can still see her on that lounge chair by our pool. She had Steve under all her bits and pieces. Except for certain important parts, he turns to jelly when Gwen's near him."

"That's a story I'd like to hear," stated Steve's grandmother to the surprise of everyone. "How has Gwen gained control over such a brave, strong young man? What would possibly account for my grandson being so meek around this young woman?"

"If you'd seen the two of them naked on that poor lounge chair, you'd know how they have so much control of each other," laughed Kate. "Gwen was actually stuck to the guy when Mom literally pried them apart. Gwen's 'bits and pieces' were reluctant to separate from Steve's masculine chest and rock hard abs."

"You're mistaken, Kate. It wasn't his abdomen that was rock hard," replied Lisa quickly.

"Okay! I don't see any need to tell the world about what was supposed to be a private moment between my boyfriend and me," complained Gwen, with a hint of a smile.

"And I told you that anything happening on our pool deck in broad daylight was not private," interjected a smiling Paula. "Don't blame your sisters for being unable to forget that scene. They've been scarred for life. It's taken me some time to come to terms with my memories of that morning. Sleeping together on a lounge chair in the night air seemed to make Steve all stiff and sore."

Once the laughter at Paula's pronouncement died out, Kate asked a question. "So it was the uncomfortable chair and the night air that made him stiff? I was giving Gwen all the credit!" 

Steve was a bright red by this time. Gwen was laughing with everyone else. When she saw that Steve was embarrassed by the conversation, she leaned into him and gave him a quick kiss.

"I'd gladly take all this teasing for another night by the pool with you. These ladies are just jealous. Don't let them bother you," stated Gwen loud enough for everyone to hear.

"I've never seen sisters so close and enjoy each other the way your daughters do, Paula. I might add that they really love and admire you and Ted as well. I'm so pleased that Steve found such a wonderful family to share his life with," admitted Beatrice with emotion. "I wish I had the wisdom to have that sort of relationship with my daughters." 

The big night finally arrived. The American entourage arrived precisely at 6 PM and was admitted immediately. They were ushered into a large ornate room with dozens of different hors d'oeuvres. Gwen and Steve recognized Nadiya chatting with her countrymen. Before they could speak to her, a woman behind them called their names. Gwen and Steve turned to see Varvara Suchkov smiling at them.

"Varvara! It's great to see you!" exclaimed Steve to the Russian woman. "How's your mother doing? I hope she's recovered from that horrible incident in Washington."

"You can ask her," revealed Varavara as she hugged Gwen and then Steve. "She's running just a little late, but she'll be here tonight and she's very anxious to express her gratitude to you for saving her from that man. Could I be so bold as to ask you to save a dance for me?"

"It would be my pleasure," replied Steve warmly. "I have a few questions I'd like to ask you about this trade conference. Would you mind if we spoke about business and politics?"

"Not at all," responded the red headed beauty. "As long as everyone sees me dancing with the American hero, you can ask me anything you like. You both are very well known and liked in Russia. Saving my mother was a good start, but your actions after that bomb exploded cemented it. Many Russians like the photo of your family and friends praying for the victims of the attack even better than the one of the 'Madonna'. Your sincere sense of grief was greatly appreciated by my countrymen. The fact that you two sang and danced so well was icing on the cake."




Lady in Red Ch. 32



Steve and Gwen mingled with other guests for half an hour before the presidents of France, United States, and Russia were introduced. Steve and Gwen were extremely flattered when Vlad made a point of introducing them to his father at his first opportunity.

"My son was extremely impressed with your courage and genuine concern for the injured at the scene of that terrorist bombing. You seem to have a sixth sense for situations like that. You are becoming known as something an anti-terrorist expert, and this troubled world can use as many of them as we can get. Ms. Anderson, the photo of you with the newborn baby is remarkable," praised the Russian leader as he shook hands with the couple.

"Thank you, sir, for your kind words and for inviting us to this affair," responded Steve in perfect Russian. "Gwen and I are honored. You can be very proud of Vlad and Anna. They responded very well to the emergency that afternoon." 

Gwen was unable to determine what Steve had said to the Russian president, but she had no trouble identifying the pride displayed by their host at Steve's comment. As Novokov moved away to greet other guests, Gwen was quickly filled in by Steve. 

Just as Steve finished his explanation, President D'Anjou and his wife approached them. "You've managed to win over Russia in a week's time. I could be here a hundred years and they would still have little use for me."

"Sir, I would like to ask you a few questions about the Russian spy situation, if I could. Can you find a few minutes for me this evening?" asked Steve.

"For you, I can, but do not expect me to release that spy. That is not negotiable," flatly stated the French President before he led his wife away to greet other attendees.

"It sounds like the trade talks are in trouble," reasoned Gwen. "D'Anjou is unyielding on this situation."

"The one thing about politics is this; there are no certainties," countered Steve as he guided Gwen toward the American delegation. "At least he didn't shout and pound his shoe on a table, so we shouldn't take his statement as a definite 'no'. He just needs 'persuasion' in the form of something his nation needs, or wants."

The couple had been chatting with several American representatives to the conference when Gwen noticed that the people near her had become quiet and somewhat rigid. Glancing around, she looked directly into the face of President Hanson. The president offered his hand, but Gwen stepped by it and hugged him. Grinning, the President of the United States patted her gently on her back.

"Steve, don't blame me," laughed President Hanson as Gwen released him. "I was going to shake her hand, but this was much better. You two have done all we could've hoped for, and a lot more on this trip. I can't tell you how much you've helped us with the Russians. I almost think we could trade you two for Siberia."

"Sir, Gwen's far better than I at making friends and influencing people. That hug just demonstrated that. I'll be happy with a simple handshake," joked Steve as he shook the President's hand. "Any success we've had on this trip is because of her brains and charm. I just tag along and try to not create any problems."

President Hanson studied Steve for a moment before he grinned again. "You don't mind if I use that line, do you? Gwen is certainly everything you say she is, but your attempt to diminish your own accomplishments is a waste of effort. My people have kept me well informed. That modesty works well for you, however."

Beatrice and William Patterson had been chatting with Paula and Ted when President Novokov greeted Steve and Gwen. As they watched, the Russian leader left them to speak to other guests. Soon the French President began chatting with Gwen and Steve. A short time later, Beatrice almost swooned when Gwen stepped up to the President of The United States and hugged him! 

"My God! Is that girl confident, or what? She just hugged the President like they're old friends. Look how easily Steve smiles and speaks with him! I never thought I'd live to see this. My grandson has just spoken with the Presidents of France, Russia, and the US. And they all treated him like a friend."

"We've almost become accustomed to it," laughed Paula as she beamed with pride. "They've met President Hanson several times and he's called a couple of other times. He treats Gwen and Steve very well. I will say that."

Soon everyone was summoned to the ballroom, where dinner was to be served. Remembering how far they sat from the head table the first time they attended a state dinner, the group drifted to the far end of the room in search of a table reserved for them. They had scanned several tables without finding theirs when a well dressed man approached Steve and spoke to him in Russian. Steve nodded and the man quickly walked away.

"It seems that we're looking in the wrong area," revealed Steve as he gently took Gwen's arm. "May I escort you to our table, Madam?"

The entire group was dumfounded when Steve led them to one of several tables directly in front of the main table. They looked for, and found, their name tags placed next to the dinner ware.

"Holy Cow!" gasped Kate. "Last time we sat by the bathroom. Now we're at the best table in the place. I bet Gwen and Steve will be sitting at the main table with the President the next time we come to one of these!"

The group remained standing until all of the dignitaries sitting at the head table were introduced. Both Presidents D'Anjou and Hanson gave short speeches. President Novokov welcomed everyone and then singled out the table of Americans for special notice. He spoke glowingly about the bravery and compassion demonstrated at the site of the bombing. He praised their response and even mentioned how emotional it was to watch the group kneel and pray for those killed in the attack. He then asked Gwen, Jordan, and Steve to stand and be recognized for the great performance they presented at the opening of the Olympic Stadium.

Once again, the Patterson and the Anderson families absolutely beamed with pride. The three kids received a long ovation and bowed several times before resuming their seats. Jordan had a huge smile as she sat back down between Steve and Charlie.

"A few months ago, I was in rehab for all sorts of addictions. My career was circling the drain. Then Clyde put me with Gwen and Steve. The rest is history!" stated Jordan with obvious pride. 

After everyone finished dinner, a small orchestra began playing dance music. Beatrice and Paula looked at each other in surprise as Steve leaned over the table and spoke to Gwen loud enough for the rest to hear.

"Remember to tell the big three just enough to whet their appetites when you're dancing with them. I have to have their undivided attention for a few minutes. Believe me, they all understand English well enough to know what you're telling them. Since it's unlikely that they'll be asking me to dance, this falls on you. I can't imagine any of them not asking for at least one turn around the floor with you tonight. You're incredibly beautiful!"

It was apparent to those at the table that Steve and Gwen had formulated a plan of some kind and Gwen was going to make the initial contact with the world leaders. Before anyone could ask any questions, Steve stood, took Gwen's hand and led her out to the dance floor.

"Do you have any idea what your daughter and my grandson are up to?" asked a confused Beatrice. "It sounds like they have business with President D'Anjou, President Novokov, and President Hanson. Gwen is going to ask them to speak with Steve about something, if and when they dance with her."

"I have no idea what they've got planned, but I'm sure it'll be successful," opined Ted proudly as he responded to Beatrice's observation. "Those two constantly do things others wouldn't even think of. Let's just watch and see what develops."

Steve danced with Gwen. The next dance saw him dancing with Nadiya while Gwen danced with her father. "You have made many friends in Russia with your bravery and your compassion, as well as you're singing. Father says that he has never seen Russia embrace Westerners the way they have you. He just wishes that this conference would result in more trade with the West. Russia has exerted its influence to prevent the smaller countries from making new agreements, and it's mostly because they are angry at the French. It's so unfair!"

"Nadiya, don't get your hopes up, but Gwen and I are going to try to help France and Russia find a solution to that issue. If that happens, this trade conference could be very successful."

Nadiya suddenly stopped moving. Her jaw dropped as she stared at Steve. She replayed his comment over in her head several times. A huge smile returned to her face as she once again began dancing with Steve. 

"I think that if the big, brave American hero and his beautiful, smart 'Lady in Red' try to solve this problem, it will be resolved. No one else in the world has the ear of these three leaders the way you and Gwen do tonight. If you manage to pull this off, I will see that the Ukraine is aware of your efforts and shows you the proper appreciation!"

The dance ended and Steve found himself guiding Mrs. D'Anjou around the dance floor while Gwen danced with her husband. Steve wasted no time in starting his plan in motion.

"This impasse with Russia is harming trade relations, as well as diplomatic efforts. I want to speak to your husband about releasing the Russian spy. It return, France could receive a guaranteed supply of energy at a set price, well below market. Do you think he would listen?"

"Young man, my husband has been striving to find a pathway out of this situation. If you can offer him something that our people will benefit from, he just might be able to release the spy, yet maintain our national pride. If you can back up your statements, he will listen. I will put a small bug in his ear about this. He will be looking to speak with you privately, I am certain."

Two dances later, Steve escorted Michelle D'Anjou onto the dance floor. "My father has asked me to relay to you a message. He will be over admiring that huge, ugly painting on the west wall when this dance is over and would like you to join him. It seems that you and Gwen have piqued his interest on some important matter. You are even more than you appear to be, which is saying a lot. If you help my father, and my country, you will always be welcome in our home. Good luck!"

A short time later, Steve found himself speaking in low tones to President D'Anjou as the two pretended to admire a large painting of wolves pulling down a huge stag. No one else was within hearing.

As they exchanged thoughts, they became slightly more animated. Both men used their hands to emphasize certain points. As the conversation continued, more and more people became aware of the private meeting between the two men. By the time the two nodded and shook hands, almost every head in the huge room was turned in their direction.

Nadiya had taken Steve's seat at the American table while the conversation between the two men was in progress. "Your handsome male 'friend' is right now performing a miracle. It is obvious why you all love him so much, especially the ladies. I think he can do anything, and I have only met him a few times. I fear I am as hopeless where he is concerned as the rest of you. You must be very proud."

"You've got that right!" exclaimed Kate, deciding instantly to state Gwen's claim on Steve. "He and Gwen are going to do some amazing spy stuff and probably save a few million people, or more. I'm not exactly sure how, or what they're doing, but I sure love the guy. I couldn't be prouder that he's my sister's boyfriend, actually my sister's lover. This is way too cool!"

"It appears that Gwen has some more competition," stated Beatrice with a smile after Nadiya returned to her table. "That young Ukrainian girl is as beautiful a woman as you're likely to find. Does Gwen ever suffer from envy? Women appear to be drawn to my grandson, as is evident everywhere we go."

"Strangely enough, Gwen is actually pleased that women find Steve so attractive. She's very secure with him now. She's had her moments early on, but they've reached an understanding. They trust each other completely. I guess it was forged when they saved each other's lives a few times. That's the sort of thing that builds trust," replied Paula thoughtfully.

Steve danced with Kate and Lisa next. They had practically jumped him when he returned to their table. Both girls insisted that he explain what was going on. Steve gave them some background but explained that 'lose lips sink ships', so he couldn't go into details. 

Meanwhile, Gwen was grilled by Ted and then William Patterson as she danced with each man. "All I can tell you is that Steve feels that he can help offer a very simple solution to a very complex issue. I'm trying to warm up the big three so they will allow Steve to deliver his pitch. We have no idea how this will play out."

Steve escorted Varvara Suchkov for the next dance. "You said that you had questions for me? Everyone saw you in conference with President D'Anjou. It appeared that you had a very serious discussion. How does it involve me, if I may be blunt?"

"I believe that France can be persuaded to release your full time hero and part time spy, if President Novokov is willing to negotiate a little. It would pave the way for a successful Olympics."

"I will mention this to my father, who has Novokov's confidence. I know he wants very much to free our most famous Olympic hero, who is not a spy! He may have been a bit too inquisitive, but he is not a spy. 

"Will you hold me a bit closer? I have some friends watching us? You have become favorites in Russia. Your efforts to help Mother were well publicized here. The wonderful concert you gave, along with your group's quick and compassionate response to that horrible bombing, have all gone a long way to making you a household topic of conversation, in a very favorable way. My friends will be so envious seeing us dance together."

Paula was next to dance with Steve. She kept the conversation light, not wanting to disturb Steve's concentration on his task. Gwen danced with her father. As they finished, President Novokov bowed to Gwen. Soon she was dancing with the leader of Russia while Steve found Mrs. Novokov in arms.

"My husband is very curious about your thoughts on freeing our innocent Olympic champion from the clutches of the French. He would like to speak with you at his table after this dance, if he remembers that he asked. Your lady friend is very beautiful and he does appreciate beauty."

Steve didn't have the time to ask Mrs. Novokov what she meant by her comment. The dance ended and Steve quickly moved to meet President Novokov at his table. He saw the Russian leader escort Gwen to a seat. As Steve approached, Novokov gestured to a seat next to Gwen.

"What is this talk about finding a way to persuade the French to release Sergei? If you know of a way, please share it with me," insisted Novokov in Russian. "What will it cost Russia?"

Once again, those in attendance watched closely as Steve had an animated discussion with a world leader. The two men spoke around Gwen, who had no idea what was being said, but could easily tell that Steve was very firm and self assured. Suddenly the two men stood, stopped talking, and shook hands. Gwen felt relief immediately. The conversation had been quite intense for a couple of minutes.

Steve guided Gwen to her feet. President Novokov bowed to her and smiled. "Thank you for the dance, as well as the work to free Sergei," stated the Russian in broken English.

Most of the guests in attendance were openly staring at Gwen and Steve as they returned to their table. As soon as they were seated, Senator Chatham plopped down without ceremony in a seat next to Steve.

"The president is extremely curious to know what you're up to. Are you making deals without his knowledge or permission? This is not a game. If you've managed to screw up our improving relations with Russia, he'll come down on you like a ton of bricks," promised the senior senator. "I'm the one that suggested that you keep your eyes and ears open for information. Now it looks like I'll be lucky to find a spot on some agricultural committee after this mess."

'Senator, you've got to stop talking so much, and so loudly. Take a deep breath and relax. I'm aware of what's at stake here," responded Steve quietly and calmly. "You're being watched by a lot of people from a lot of nations. We don't want them to get the wrong idea. When President Hanson's efforts to resolve the French/Russian disagreement come to fruition, he'll want to accept credit. If people see you flying off the handle, they'll be far less likely to believe he was instrumental in the solution. It would be good if you smiled at Gwen and me, shook our hands, and left to ask President Hanson to speak with Gwen and me for a few minutes." 

Senator Chatham had stopped talking when Steve urged her to do so. She just stared at him as he explained what he expected from her. William Patterson, Beatrice, Ted, Paula, and Jason were stunned at the way Steve addressed the powerful senator. They knew enough about national politics to know that the senator was a close confidant of the president's. The held their collective breath as they waited for the inevitable explosion from Senator Chatham.

Slowly, she began to nod her head. She extended her hand to Steve, who shook it firmly. Then she did the same with Gwen. "If you two will excuse me, I have to speak with President Hanson."

"Jesus, Steve! Senator Chatham is one of the most powerful members of congress!" exclaimed the usually reserved Jason as he worked to keep his voice low. "She can sink your career at the Academy in a heartbeat. Where'd you get the balls to talk to her like that?" 

"That was pretty harsh," agreed Gwen, "but she should have kept her voice down and been a lot less demonstrative. She knew people were watching and she was distancing herself from us, so if this deal goes into the crapper, she won't go down with us."

"Yeah, I had the same feeling," agreed Steve. "She was assuming far too much. I think she's seen the light. She'll be our best friend by the end of the evening. That's the way politics work, and that's why I'll never be a politician. Total honesty and transparency are unheard of in Washington. We'll see how this all shakes out before I worry about my career, although I do appreciate your concern, Jason."

An aide of the president approached Steve's table and spoke quietly in Steve's ear. Steve listened carefully and then responded, "I think it'd be best if President Hanson met Gwen and me over by that ugly painting of the wolves and the stag. The other presidents didn't conceal our discussions and I don't think it'd help their trust issues if we meet in private."

Everyone at the table watched the aide walk away. Suddenly William Patterson broke into a smile. "You just told that man to tell the President of the U.S. to meet you under your terms, while rejecting his. My God, how I could use you at board meetings! Either we'll be escorted out of here in chains, or you'll be talking with the President of the United States under that big painting. Anyone care to place any wagers?"

"Come on, Gwen, we may have to go meet with the President," urged Steve as he stood and then helped Gwen gain her feet. "Let's wander over and study Russian art."

As Steve and Gwen made their way to the far end of the room, Gwen noticed the intense interest their actions drew. "Everyone's watching us. Do you think they know what you're trying to accomplish? This is very exciting. How do you dare speak to these powerful men like you do?"




Lady in Red Ch. 32



"They could be watching us because you are the most beautiful thing they've ever seen," countered Steve smoothly. "Or, they may realize by now that something is afoot, or a combination of the two reasons."

Gwen and Steve were only by the painting for a few minutes when President Hanson walked up to them. "Senator Chatham insisted that I come to you when you refused to meet with me privately. This is not the way diplomacy is done. You are not trained in it and you do not represent the government. That said, what have you managed thus far?"

"Mr. President, I asked that you meet us in public because Novokov and D'Anjou both did. I've been open and honest with them and they'd know if I left the room to meet with you. They would lose confidence and everything would unravel. I realize things are not normally done this way, and that's a problem you should work to correct. More open discussion and transparency would serve your administration and Washington well.

"Let me explain what concessions the French and Russians are willing to make. Then I'll explain what they will need from you, and you'll decide how you want to proceed," advised Steve as he went into a brief, but thorough description of his talks with D'Anjou and Novokov.

President Hanson listened intently, and then asked several questions. He was reluctant to agree to some terms and told Steve so. They had another brief discussion on what they each felt was in the best interest of the U.S. Gwen listened and remained silent as the two men kept their voices down, but conveyed intense passion on the subject. After some give and take, Hanson held his hand out to Steve and the two men shook.

"This next step is important, Sir," informed Steve. "The other two are expecting you to briefly discuss the terms and then simply shake their hands to seal the deal. And they want it done in the next half hour. If you need to consult someone, now would be the time."

"You sure don't leave much wiggle room," observed President Hanson wryly. "Let me speak to my aides briefly. I don't want to make any blunders, but I think we can work within the terms and conditions as I understand them. By the time the legal people get finished, this'll be a five thousand page document."

"Thank you, Sir. That's your decision, but I'd suggest you stick to the basic agreement and not try to over think or control it. It's good for all three countries involved."

President Hanson walked briskly over to his aides. Steve and Gwen started back to their table, but faltered when they realized that dancing had stopped, music was no longer playing, and every eye in the room was on them. Gwen caught movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head and saw Nadiya smiling and waving to them. 

Not knowing exactly why, Gwen tugged Steve's arms and nodded toward Nadiya. Steve quickly decided to go along with Gwen's idea and walked with her over to Nadiya's table. The Ukrainians acted like royalty has just deigned a visit to their table. Nadiya's father quickly had two men vacate their chairs as he welcomed Steve and Gwen with a huge smile and a handshake. Once again, Gwen stepped past an offered hand, and hugged the big man. His huge smile immediately doubled in size.

As soon as Steve let go of her father's hand. Nadiya was in his arms. "I told my father what you were trying to do. We watched you with President D'Anjou, and then with Novokov. Father could not believe how you appeared to argue with him! Then you shook hands, as real men should when they make an agreement. It even looked like you had words with your own president, but he, too, came around and shook your hand. So? Do we have a deal to trade with the West?"

"That isn't up to me," laughed Steve. "We're working on it. I came over to ask you for a dance. Do you think your dad would mind dancing with Gwen?"

"Father has talked of little else since she danced with him earlier! He thinks the sun will not rise if she is out and about, because her beauty will outshine it," exaggerated Nadiya as she melted into Steve's arms when the music resumed.

When their dance with the Ukrainians ended, Paula and Ted were waiting to take their places. "Perhaps you'd care to tell me what's going on? This room is buzzing with anticipation, and you seem to be the cause of it. Did you just argue with the President of the United States, Russia, and France? Is it possible that you're getting a little too full of yourself? The world is watching what you're doing here. Think about that. You cannot embarrass heads of state without repercussions."

"Paula, I really appreciate what you're telling me. I didn't embarrass anyone. Not really. I had a pretty tough discussion with President D'Anjou, but we finally reached an agreement. That made it necessary to ruffle the feathers of Hanson and Novokov a little. That kept D'Anjou from feeling singled out, or disrespected. I had to push the other two just to keep the playing field even."

"Are you serious? These things went through your mind? This is incredible to me. You deliberately argued with the presidents of Russia and the U.S. to keep from hurting D'Anjou's pride? Did the other two realize that? They probably did, didn't they? How'd you know how the game is played? You're only eighteen!

"It looks like you're needed for some more diplomacy. I apologize for suggesting that you didn't know what you're doing. The truth is that I don't know what you're doing, but that's okay. I want you to be kinder to the world leaders. Play nice, Steve," stated Paula sarcastically as Steve dropped her off at her table.

Amber Stahl had been allowed to attend the dinner as a member of Steve and Gwen's group, but not as a reporter. The networks had a 'pool reporter' covering for them. She was not allowed to bring her bulky TV camera, but she did bring a small digital camera with a high capacity chip. She had spent much of the evening behaving very much like a tourist. She videoed everything she thought might be remotely interesting.

When Steve joined Presidents D'Anjou, Hanson, and Novokov near the head table, Amber made sure she filmed it. Steve stood a little taller than the other men and his shoulders were more than a little wider. As the four men quietly negotiated, everyone else in the room simply watched. It was history in the making and they were well aware of it.

Steve translated what each man said to the other two. They interacted for about ten minutes. Then all three heads of state nodded in agreement with something Steve said. Presidents Novokov and D'Anjou shook hands, followed by Novokov and Hanson. Finally Presidents Hanson and D'Anjou shook hands and all three men smiled as they took their seats. Steve quickly returned to his table.

"Ladies and gentlemen," began President Novokov in Russian, "France, America, and Russia have reached a basic agreement. It will be the foundation for these trade talks. It will involve France releasing Sergei Smirnoff, America selling France natural gas at a fixed price for ten years, and Russia and the other Eastern European Nations engaging in greater trade with the West. Details will be forthcoming." 

As those in attendance clapped loudly, Novokov spoke briefly to an assistant who in turn hurried over to the orchestra with instructions. As the applause died down, the orchestra began playing. Indentifying the song immediately, Gwen looked toward the Russian leader. He smiled and nodded to her.

"Steve, that's our cue," prompted Gwen as she quickly stood, having no intentions of insulting Novokov by refusing his implied request. "Unless you'd rather dance with a blonde Ukrainian, or a Russian red head." 

"There's only one girl for me," rejoined Steve as he swept Gwen into his arms. "She's 'The Lady in Red' and I've never seen her look as beautiful as she does tonight!"

Steve and Gwen had the floor to themselves as they once again performed their signature dance. The other guests rose and stood around the dance floor, enjoying the opportunity to see the famous couple perform the dance that many had seen only on video.

The rest of the evening was a blur of congratulatory comments and claps on the back for Steve and Gwen. They danced every dance with as many different people, from as many nations as they could. Steve managed to work in a dance with is Aunt Janice. 

"I have to tell you that this is a bitter-sweet moment for your grandparents and me. We're so proud of you we could burst, but it makes us even more ashamed of how your mother was treated by her own family. To think she actually told you that she was an orphan. I wish so much that she could be here to share in your success. I wish I had known your father. He must have been a very special man to win Jen's heart and to raise a son like you." 

"It's difficult for me to hold you, to dance with you, as all I can see is my mother," admitted Steve. "It hurts that Mom and Dad died, but it helps a lot that I've found family of my own. I would've been too stubborn to accept you if it hadn't been for Gwen. She pretty much insisted that you're family and family is everything. I realize now that she's right. Gwen is light years ahead of me in a lot of things. She's on a full scholarship to Stanford, and she's going to be a surgeon."

"You've every right to be extremely proud of her. Jen would have loved her. I'm sure of that. She's an amazing young woman and the only match possible for you. Her love for you flows from her. It's a beautiful thing to see."

Steve danced once more with Anna while Gwen partnered with Vlad Novokov. When the last dance began, Steve moved to take Gwen in his arms. He held her tightly as she whispered in his ear.

"It looks like I'm going to make love to some sort of international phenomena tonight. He's been known to brow beat the world's most powerful men. What chance will a little girl like me have with him in bed? What unspeakable things will he do to me? How can a little girl ever survive a night with a man like that?"

"He'll just have to put a sock in her mouth so she doesn't keep everyone in the hotel up all night," suggested Steve.

"A sock? Is that what you said? I think you misspoke. It won't be a sock, although it sounds a lot like sock," whispered Gwen in a low sultry voice. "I want you to make love to me every way possible tonight. I'm so pumped up from this trip and the things I've seen and done, I can hardly stand it. I won't tell you 'no' regardless of what you want from me. I'll give you all I am, and all I have, gladly."

"You're boyfriend is blushing," laughed Paula as she and Ted danced close to Gwen and Steve. "What exactly are you whispering in his ear? I bet I can guess. I just gave your father a promise for tonight."

"That's too much information, Mom," complained Gwen before she broke into a big grin. "Besides, I doubt you ever even tried some of the things I've promised my guy just now. They're probably illegal in most countries, including the U.S."

"I'd have to say that's way too much information!" responded Ted with a crooked grin. "Since when do mother and daughter compare and compete in this manner? That's probably what's against the law."

"Really, Dad? From what I've heard through the grapevine, and the thin walls of the hotel, you're benefiting from the competitions and comparisons. I just hope poor Kate has earplugs tonight. She and Jen are between your room and Lisa's. Think about how she'll suffer tonight."

Ted replied, "Maybe your mom will need a sock stuffed..."

"Not you, too!" laughed Gwen heartily. "Did you say 'sock', or did I not hear you correctly, Dad? Now you know why Steve was blushing. Look at you, Dad! You too, Mom!" 

It was a happy group that returned to the hotel well after midnight. Kate implored all of her neighbors in rooms within hearing distance to keep the noise to a minimum. Everyone laughed at her plea and promised to be careful.

Gwen was like a tigress all night. She couldn't help but think about how she and Steve would soon be separated. She was determined to make certain he had plenty of reasons to remember her when they were apart. Steve did his best to sate her, but it became apparent that her goal was to use him up. She wanted everything he had to give, and he gave it to her quite willingly.

They had all agreed to meet for a late breakfast on their last day full day in Moscow. By 10 AM, Jordan, Charlie, Lisa, Jason, Charlotte, Billy, Ted, and Paula had not yet made an appearance.

"You were so worried about being late, but look around. Most of my family is missing, as well as Jordan, Charlie, Charlotte and Billy. We could have slept a little longer," pointed out an exhausted Gwen to Steve.

"Jen and I were up half the night," complained Kate. "It's so embarrassing when your sister's screams of passion are drowned out by your mother's! Charlotte sounds like a mountain lion when she gets going. I wonder if Billy's all scratched up. I'm just glad you and Steve were moved up a couple of floors."

Just as Kate finished her complaint, she noticed Lisa and Paula standing behind her chair. Both were blushing furiously. Ted and Jason were just behind them, but they were red from laughing so hard.

Later that morning, Amber interviewed Jordan, Gwen, and Paula. The rest of the group sat off to the side and watched. Amber had asked for the interview and explained her reasons.

"My boss emailed me that our old friend Hardy was implying that I was a stooge for you guys. He's pissed because I was backstage at the concert, with you during that awful bombing, and had a ring side seat to a state dinner that's made all kinds of news around the world today. I have video of a lot of stuff the pool reporter missed. My station has been playing parts of it all day.

"Hardy says I never ask tough questions and you just keep me around to report what you want people to hear."

Why would you worry about that jerk?" asked Charlotte. "Everyone knows he's jealous of your close relationship with Jordan, Steve, and Gwen. If he wasn't such a jerk, he might be getting some of these stories, too."

"That isn't even close," responded Steve. "Hardy's right that we give Amber special treatment. She deserves it. She reported on our hospital project when no one else cared. She was at Emerson River that day. She was at the hospital and mall when the terrorists attacked. She was the only reporter at our graduation. It turned out that a lot of bad stuff happened, but she was there and Hardly could have been, but wasn't.

"If you want to ask me in an interview, I'll tell the world why I like you, Amber, and why you have carte blanche with us," promised Steve.

"That's exactly what I don't want," replied Amber. "I love you guys and I worry that my feelings have clouded my reporting objectivity. You've done wonders for my career, but have I become a 'yes woman' to you and Gwen?"

"Let's sit down and do a hard hitting interview," suggested Gwen. "Steve and I will give you permission to ask anything you want." 

"I was thinking more along the lines of interviewing Jordan, Paula, and you, Gwen. Will you let me ask you tough questions and use the answers if I feel they are interesting enough?"

The three women agreed to the request. Amber prepared her camera and sat the women on a sofa facing her.

"Paula, let's start with you. You know your 18 year old daughter is sleeping with her boyfriend. In fact, it's with your permission and blessing. How do you justify that? Can Gwen truly be a role model for young women and girls when she is single and having sex?"

"Okay! That's a tough question, but fair enough. My daughter is 18 and sleeps with an 18 year old man. He is not a boy. Why did her father and I allow it? I won't bore you with adjectives I can use in describing her boyfriend. Everyone knows who he is, and what he's accomplished.

"I guess the main reason was that Gwen came to us and asked. She gave us her reasons, and described her feelings. One of her greatest fears was that Steve would be killed, or badly hurt before she ever had the pleasure of having sex with him. Why did she feel that way? Well, she'd brought him home from the hospital three times in a period of three months. Each time, he came close to dying while saving others. She felt that since he was the kind of man that he is, he could perish at any time. Since his heroic actions had saved all three of my daughters, and many others, her father and I considered her request. After a lot of soul searching and discussion, we decided that they were mature enough, in love enough, and strong enough to be intimate. We've never had reason to doubt that decision."

"Thanks, Paula. Now to Jordan. You had a reputation as a problem child. Are you truly reformed? How can the public be sure that you are who you now claim to be, and not just a poser of some kind?" asked Amber.

"I don't really claim to be anything, except a person that was given a second chance in life. Your viewers will believe what they choose to believe. I can't control that. That's a lesson that I've learned. I can't control anyone but myself. For a long time, I wasn't even doing that.

"When my stint in rehab was about done, Clyde Davis told me that I was down to my last chance. My next stop was the hospital, jail, or the morgue if I didn't straighten out and fly right. I realized that it was true, but I had no idea how to straighten out.

"He told me about a couple of kids my age that he knew. In fact, he was promoting them. He told me that he thought they'd be a good influence on me. I'd been in rehab without TV or radio and hadn't even heard of 'The Lady in Red' or the 'Heroine of the Emerson River Rescue'. It was only after Clyde talked Gwen's family into taking me in on a trial basis that Clyde had me watch videos of them.

"Later I found out that the Andersons really didn't want to take me in. They were concerned, and rightly so, that I would contaminate their wonderful family with my penchant for drugs, tobacco, alcohol, sex, and foul language. Steve actually talked them into accepting me on a trial basis. He did wash my mouth out with soap the first day. I was tricked into drinking at a party another time. That's when the now famous pictures of me topless in Steve's arms came into being. He actually washed the vomit out of my hair and put me to bed, alone.

"The short answer to your question is that I now know who I am, and what I am. I have a wonderful support group. I love Gwen and Steve more than I ever thought I'd be able to love anyone or anything. On top of that, I've fallen in love with a great guy. Charlie Burns is my lover, my best friend, and with him, Gwen, and Steve behind me, I don't feel like I have to justify anything to anyone else. They make me want to be a better person than I am."

"Gwen, this fall you're going to Stanford, which of course is in California. Steve will be on the East coast at the Naval Academy. Is it possible for a woman as beautiful, as famous, as talented, and as sought after as you are, to remain faithful? Can a man like Steve be faithful for so long a period of time? How can your romance possibly survive?"

"I have no answer. I ask myself that very question every day. It sounds trite to say that our love is stronger, better, or more special than anyone else's. I will only say this. I love Steve with all of my heart, with every fiber of my being. I will always love him. Your viewers will have to wait and see how it all plays out. Time is the test, and time will be the judge." 

"One more question," continued Amber. "You've done some risqué scenes in a movie yet to be released. You've just appeared in 'Maxim', showing a lot of cleavage and flesh. Do you feel that you can be considered a role model for young women and girls?"

"I never tried to be a role model for anyone. I always try to do what I believe is the right thing. I'm not advocating other girls should do everything, or anything, that I've done. I would suggest that girls try to be responsible and to work toward positive goals. I graduated top in my class and have a full academic scholarship to Stanford. I'm very proud of that. I guess I'm most proud of my relationships. I have the best boyfriend in the world, the best sisters and parents in the world, and the best friends in the world. It isn't mine to decide if I'm a proper role model. That's something for the court of public opinion to consider."