13 comments/ 36587 views/ 33 favorites Flowers in the Heart By: JimBob44 *Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * Chapter 1 "Hey Scott, Fauna kind of likes you," Jenna said, snickering. "Hey Jenna, it hard to hear yourself over that echo?" Scott said as he caught the football, and then heaved it back to Ronnie. "Huh?" Jenna asked, puzzled. "Yeah, your head up your ass like that, I figure there's got to be a hell of a loud echo," Scott said and caught the football again. "Oh fuck you; you're such an ass hole," Jenna snapped and stomped away. Scott smiled easily and heaved the ball back to Ronnie. He knew Fauna liked him; he could hardly miss the doe like eyes she cast his way all the time. But he also knew that Hillary Monroe liked him, Terri Lanmeyer liked him, and Tammy Fontenot liked him. Ronnie smiled cruelly and hurled the football at Jenna's retreating form. The quarterback for St. Thomas Aquinas, he very easily struck her in the back of her blonde head with the missile, knocking her down. "No!" Scott yelled out, trying to run to catch the football as soon as Ronnie lobbed it. "God damn, what's wrong with you, huh?" Scott yelled at his friend as he trotted over to Jenna. "Hey, you okay?" he gently asked just as Jenna began to sob out loud. "Oh, no, no, don't do that; God I hate crying!" He picked her up into his arms and hugged her tightly to himself but she just wailed louder. Physically, she wasn't hurt; there was a stinging in the back of her head where the football had struck her, but her feelings were deeply hurt. "Come on, let's get Sister Lucy to look at your head," Scott gently said and half walked, half carried her toward the school building. "Why'd he do that?" Jenna sobbed, not really expecting an answer. "I don't know; he's an ass hole, I guess," Scott admitted. "I wasn't doing nothing to him," Jenna sobbed. He walked her to the administration offices of St. Thomas Aquinas and told Miss Ormond that he and Ronnie had been tossing a football back and forth and Jenna had been accidentally hit in the head. Miss Ormond paged for Sister Lucy, the school nurse to come to the office. "It wasn't an accident," Jenna angrily accused. By the time Sister Lucy came bustling into her small examination room, Jenna had ceased crying. Scott turned to walk out as Sister Lucy's hard face made her intentions known. "I can see why Fauna likes you," Jenna said softly to him. "Uh huh," he said and smiled tightly. "Close the door," Sister Lucy snapped at him. He knew that Fauna liked him; again, it would have been hard to ignore her constant attention toward him. But Megan Campion had caught his eye first and Scott was a one-woman-man and did not see any reason to drop Megan just because a barely five foot tall girl was mooning over him. Fauna's height, or lack of it, was matched by her physique, or lack of it. Her breasts were non-existent and there was only a slight swell to her hips. The eighteen year old girl looked moor like a nine year old girl. Megan, on the other hand, proudly possessed a thirty six inch chest and filled her C cup bras beautifully. She also had a narrow waist and a nicely rounded ass. Fauna had limp brown hair and brown eyes; Megan had blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Megan also had beautifully pouting lips and bright white smile. But while Fauna's eyes rarely tore themselves away from Scott, Megan's eyes rarely looked at anything but her own reflection. And as soon as Hillary broke off her two year relationship with Ronnie, Megan began finding fault with everything Scott did or didn't do. Scott wasn't stupid; why date a defensive tackle when you can date the quarterback? But Megan put out, so he put up with her abusive treatment until it became clear to him that Megan's pussy wasn't worth putting up with Megan's mouth. (High School Etiquette dictated that Scott had to be the one to do the breaking up so that Megan didn't appear to be a bitch.) The bell rang; alerting Scott and the other one hundred and twenty nine students of St. Thomas Aquinas that lunch period was over. Scott trotted to his locker to get his Calculus textbook and easily forged a path through the sea of students that swarmed around him. At six foot two and one hundred and ninety pounds, Scott had no trouble jostling through the milling teenagers. "Man, what happened?" Ronnie asked, knocking a couple of students aside. Scott looked at him in mild irritation; one of the students Ronnie had shoved aside was his own brother, Brian. Brian too looked at his older brother with irritation. "What the fuck you think happened?" Scott asked. "You hit her in the head with your football, dumb ass." "No, no, I mean..." Ronnie said. "Fuck man, I don't know," Scott said. "She knows it wasn't an accident, that's for sure." "Yeah it was, right?" Ronnie said, tugging onto Scott's arm. "Uh huh," Scott said. He entered the Calculus classroom and smiled; Fauna was, as always, seated right up front, the first student into the classroom. She looked at him and then looked away, heavy blush coloring her pale face. "Hey Fauna, how's it going?" he asked as he took the seat to her left. She whirled her head around and fixed her deep brown eyes on his brown eyes. "Fine," she whispered, blushing hotly. He smiled as she nervously clutched her pencil in her hands. "Hey um, listen, I uh, you wouldn't want to go out with me this Friday huh?" Scott asked and smiled as her large eyes got even larger. "Are you, this isn't some kind of joke, huh?" she asked, barely choking out the words. "No, no, it's not some kind of joke," Scott said, slightly puzzled. Surely he hadn't misread her signals. Surely this girl did like him. Jenna Jordan had made a point of seeking him out to tell him that Fauna liked him. "Aiee!" she screamed out loud, causing Sister Andrea, the four other students and Scott to jump. "Oh my God!" she screamed out loud. "Yes! I'd love to! Here! Here's my phone number! Okay? You can call me at..." "Miss Davendorf! Really!" Sister Andrea scolded, trying to hide her amusement behind a scowl. "Oh but Sister Andrea! You don't understand!" Fauna gushed excitedly. The final bell clanged, letting any remaining students know that they were late for class. Brian and Shelley dashed in just ahead of Sister Andrea's shutting the door to the classroom. "Okay now, homework, passes it up to the front of the room please," Sister Andrea ordered and began to gather the papers. Throughout the class, Scott could feel Fauna's eyes burning into him but every time he looked over at her, she would quickly look away, hot blush on full display. "Okay, Miss Davendorf, what did I just say?" Sister Andrea called out ands smirked as Fauna repeated the equation. "Uh huh," she said and then explained the equation's properties to the class. "Call you tonight, okay?" Scott smiled as they gathered up their books. "Oh God!" Fauna agreed, large brown eyes looking up at him with complete adoration. "Way to go, Dude," Roger Leland snickered as he brushed past Scott. ---- Scott strode rapidly to his World History class and took his usual seat; the front seat next to the window. "Hey Jenna," he called out as the blonde entered the classroom. "What?" she hissed. "Hey, just wanted to know how your head is," he defended. She softened her scowl and even smiled tightly. "Yeah, its okay, Sister Lucy couldn't even give me Ibuprofen for it, believe that? But she said it don't look like nothing happened. Still hurts a little bit, but you know, what you going to do, huh?" Jenna said, and then looked around for a seat. "That's my seat, Tit Monster," Terri said as Jenna decided to take the eat behind Scott. "Name's not on it, Skank," Jenna spat. Jenna darkened at being called the hated 'Tit Monster' nickname, having developed quite early and now possessed a monumental set of breasts that forced her to ear an extra large school blouse. The sleeves on the short sleeve blouse reached just past her elbows but the buttons on it still strained slightly. "Terri, she can sit where ever she wants," Scott said and Terri flounced down the aisle to another seat. "Fine, that's what you like, fuck you; I won't ask you out," Terri muttered to herself. She liked Scott; had planned to ask him m out just as soon as the cooling off period had elapsed. Megan was her friend and Megan and Scott had just broken up; wouldn't do to start dating Scott while Megan's mark was still on him. Megan sneered at Scott and scowled when he did not seem perturbed at her sneer. "What'd you ever see in that bitch?" Jenna whispered. "The top of her head," Scott whispered back. Jenna thought about it for a moment then squealed in disgust and slapped his arm. "Something you'd like to share with us, Miss Jordan?" Fred Dumas asked as he began to call roll. "No, Scott's just being a nasty pig," Jenna spat and Scott laughed out loud. "Boy, the gray weather is affecting everyone today, that's for sure," Fred commented. "Just about everyone I've run into today seems to be in a foul mood. "Maybe if you'd quit running into them?" Roger suggested. Fred smiled as Roger's suggestion had the desired effect; the students laughed and relaxed. "But it was a gray and ugly mood that surrounded Europe just months before the onset of World War One, the 'War to end all wars,'" Fred launched into his lecture of the day. ---- "Hello?" a tight voice snapped. "Yes, um, hi, this is Scott; may I speak with Fauna please?" Scott said. There was no response, just the sound of the phone clunking onto whatever the woman set it down on then the sound of it being dragged and then Fauna's small voice came on. "Hello?" she asked. "Hey, it's me, um, it's Scott," Scott said. "Hi!" she said happily. He didn't know what they talked about for two hours, but finally Fauna's mother said it was time to call it a night and the two teenagers hung up. "That wasn't Megan, huh?" Glen Boudreaux, Scott's older brother asked; only stuttering slightly. "No, thank God," Scott said and got out of his chair. "Oh? Spend all night on the phone with some girl; got to be hotter than Megan, huh?" Glen pressed for information. "No, man, not really, but she's a shit load sweeter than Megan ever was," Scott admitted. "Watch the mouth, boy," Linda, their mother, called out. "Yes ma'am," Scott called back. "Not that little bitch with the big tits, huh?" Glen persisted, following Scott down the hall. "That what's her name? Jenna?" "I didn't raise you better than that?" Linda snapped. "'Little bitch?' 'With the big tits?' That's how you treat women?" "Sorry," Glen admitted. "Uh huh, sorry you got caught," Linda snapped as she went to her own bedroom. "No, friend of Jenna's though, that Fauna?" Scott said as he sat down at his desk. "Dude, you are kidding me, right?" Glen asked. "No, why?" Scott asked defensively. "No..." Glen looked at the door, then back at Scott and held his hands in front of his chest. "Come on, Glen, grow up, huh?" Scott said. "Damn, more to women than the size of their..." He held his own hands in front of his chest. "Well, if she does go down on you, she won't have to bend over, huh?" Glen laughed. "How old are you, huh?" Scott asked and shooed his brother out of his room. Chapter 2 Jenna and Fauna sat at their table, giggling and squealing. Every now and then, they'd both look over at the table that Scott shared with Terri, Megan, Ronnie, Roger, and Ted and would then put their heads together and whisper excitedly. "God, what are they screaming about?" Megan asked as the two girls squealed again. "Go ask them," Ronnie suggested. "You go ask them," she spat. Scott smiled over at Fauna and she and Jenna both froze, and then put their heads together to whisper something in earnest. "Oh give me a break!" Terri sneered. "You got something against people being happy?" Scott finally asked and stood up, lunch now over. He walked over to the table where Fauna and Jenna sat and they both froze guilty expressions on their faces. "Hey Fauna," he said and she blushed heavily and whispered a response. "Hey, um, Jenna, you um, you remember my big brother? Glen?" he asked Jenna. "Um, yeah, yeah, graduated what? Last year?" Jenna asked. "Kind of tall, blonde hair like yours?" "Two years, but yeah, that's him," Scott agreed. "Yeah, what about him?" Jenna asked. "He um, he said to tell you 'Hi' and wants to know if he can get your number," Scott said. "Um, sure, I um, yeah I guess so," Jenna stammered. Her massive chest was Jenna's only positive asset, as far as physical appeal was concerned. She had unkempt blonde hair, cut far too short, slightly small eyes, a bulbous nose and very aggressive acne. But she was a true and loyal friend to the few friends she did have and would gladly go out of her way to help anyone in need. Whenever she was fortunate enough to be invited to a party, she was usually the first to arrive, to help set up for the party, and would often be the last to leave, after helping clean up. She was also a notorious gossip and saw it as her duty to interfere in the romances of others, to play match maker. "See you in Calculus," Scott smiled at Fauna and left the cafeteria. "Oh, I hope that wasn't just some kind of joke," Jenna said to Fauna. "I always kind of liked Glen but he never looked at me twice, you know?" "Scott wouldn't do that," Fauna defended. ---- He drove up to the small, slightly run-down house on the south side of Bender and checked the address on the house to make sure he had the right one. "Name's right there on the mailbox," he chided himself and got out of the car. "Yes?" a thin, tired looking woman snapped when she jerked the door opens. "Hi, I'm um, I'm Scott? Scott Boudreaux? Here to pick up Fauna?" Scott stammered. "Really?" the woman looked at him somewhat suspiciously. "You're this Scott kid keeps calling here?" "Uh, yes ma'am," Scott said and then shuddered as a quick blast of cold air chilled him. "Okay," the woman said in a resigned tone of voice and stepped back. "Come on in, I guess." "He found her behavior very disconcerting and not very welcoming at all. He wondered if she was one of those mothers that were extremely over-protective of their children. "Hi," Fauna said as she walked into the small foyer of the home. "Hey," he smiled. She was wearing snug blue jeans and a very feminine pink sweater. Her black leather pumps added a mere three inches to her height and he smiled at that. "Kind of cold outside; might want to put on a coat," he suggested. "Oh, okay," she said and rand to get a coat. "Um, what time she has to be back?" Scott asked Mrs. Davendorf. "Eleven, eleven thirty," the woman shrugged. ---- Scott liked the perfume Fauna was wearing; a very feminine scent that seemed to compliment her very well. "Oh, I bet they're freezing to death!" Fauna gasped as she saw the two car hops skate from the main building to the cars "Yeah, even though they got them leggings on, that don't look too warm, does it?" Scott agreed. Scott was amused when Fauna ordered a chili dog; one of the items listed as 'For the Kids' on the lighted menu. "Ooh, extra mustard, please, she told the poor car hop when the girl skittered to a stop next to the car. ---- Fauna surprised Scott when she said she wanted to see the horror movie that was playing. "No, Jenna and I already seen that stupid movie," Fauna said when Scott pointed out the latest romantic comedy that was playing. "I been wanting to see this one, but Jenna's such a scaredy cat to see it; says that kind of stuff gives her nightmares." ---- "Yes!" Fauna giggled out loud when the killer managed to carve up another victim. "Fauna, you're not supposed to cheer for the killer," Scott laughed. "Why not? He's winning," she asked, smile on full wattage. "You are so silly," he said and kissed her. A friendly little peck turned into a very heated kiss and they did not pull apart until the ominous music started again. "Yes!" Fauna hooted again as another victim fell to the crazed killer. "Fauna, you're so silly," he laughed. ---- "Want to get a hot chocolate?" he asked; it was only ten thirty, according to the car radio. "No, um, no, not really," she said. "Oh, um, okay, I um, I really don't know if there's anything else to do, really," Scott said. He knew what he'd like to do, but was sure that Fauna wouldn't go for that, not on the first date. "I um, hey um, listen, Scott?" Fauna said, not looking at him. "Uh huh?" he said turning the heater on his car down now that the interior was warmed. "I um, I really don't want to go to the Basin, I mean, not on a first date, you know? I mean, I hope you don't think I'm that kind of girl, but..." Fauna stammered. "No, no, not at all," Scott protested "I mean, I really really like you, a lot," Fauna hastened to assure him. "And I really like you a lot too," he admitted. "So, um, I guess, um, I guess this is it, then," Fauna said. "Guess so; um, you doing anything tomorrow?" Scott asked. ""When?" Fauna asked. "I don't know, um, usually on Saturdays I kind of like going to the mall. In Baton Rouge? The one with the big merry go round in it?" Scott said. "Ooh, I love that one!" Fauna said, and then lost her smile. "Oh, but I kind of promised Jenna we'd hang out, and April too." "Then why don't we all go to the mall?" Scott asked. "You'd be okay with doing that?" Fauna asked, delighted. ---- Scott wondered for the thousandth time why he had volunteered to take the three girls to the mall. He was now the designated coat carrier and the bag holder as the three friends dragged him from store to store. He sat down on a bench while the three girls ran into a candle store to seek out the perfect scent. Jenna came out a moment later and joined him. "Hey, um, Fauna's like my best friend in the whole wide world and I um, she really really likes you, a whole lot and if you ever hurt her, I swear to God I'll kill you," Jenna said. "Uh huh, don't worry; I like her whole lot too," Scott assured the girl. "Really?" Jenna said and hugged Scott's arm to herself. "That is so cool." Scott sniffed the two candles that Fauna had bought and graciously accepted the 'Champagne' scented one she'd bought for him. "Damn! Brrr!" Jenna complained as they trekked from the mall to the car. "Jeez it's cold out here!" "January's kind of funny like that," Scott said as he put the assorted bags into the trunk. "I don't know if you noticed that or not but most of the time, its cold in January." "Shut up; you're such an ass hole," Jenna complained as she and April, a bone thin very tall brunette clambered into the rear of the car. "Uh huh, can't be that big an ass hole; you just spent all day with me," Scott said. He drove them back to Bender, dropped Jenna and April off at their homes, and then drove Fauna to Hop Kim, a Chinese restaurant in Kimble, Louisiana. "I figure, any girl likes horror movies has got to love Chinese," he joked and got himself both a slap on the arm and an affectionate kiss. During the meal, he innocently put his hand on her upper thigh and she froze. She then frantically grabbed his hand and trapped it between her hand and her thigh. "Please, please don't," she whispered, nearly in tears. "Okay, I'm sorry; I didn't mean anything by it," Scott hastened to assure her. "It's just that, look, I'm really afraid of what you'll think if I, if we go too far," she said, voice shaking with emotion. "Look, it won't happen again, not until you're ready, okay?" he smiled and she released his hand. Flowers in the Heart Pt. 02 *Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. **Author's Note: This has an alternate ending to 'Flowers in the Heart.' It read the same as the original posting, until page 4. After posting the story, I realized that Scott was just a little too quick to accept his girlfriend's differences, especially too quickly for an eighteen year old male, worried about peer acceptance and social hierarchy. Most of you, I am sure, will absolutely hate the new ending. Chapter 1 "Hey Scott, Fauna kind of likes you," Jenna said, snickering. "Hey Jenna, it hard to hear yourself over that echo?" Scott said as he caught the football, and then heaved it back to Ronnie. "Huh?" Jenna asked, puzzled. "Yeah, your head up your ass like that, I figure there's got to be a hell of a loud echo," Scott said and caught the football again. "Oh fuck you; you're such an ass hole," Jenna snapped and stomped away. Scott smiled easily and heaved the ball back to Ronnie. He knew Fauna liked him; he could hardly miss the doe like eyes she cast his way all the time. But he also knew that Hillary Monroe liked him, Terri Langmeyer liked him, and Tammy Fontenot liked him. Ronnie smiled cruelly and hurled the football at Jenna's retreating form. The quarterback for St. Thomas Aquinas, he very easily struck her in the back of her blonde head with the missile, knocking her down. "No!" Scott yelled out, trying to run to catch the football as soon as Ronnie lobbed it. "God damn, what's wrong with you, huh?" Scott yelled at his friend as he trotted over to Jenna. "Hey, you okay?" he gently asked just as Jenna began to sob out loud. "Oh, no, no, don't do that; God I hate crying!" He picked her up into his arms and hugged her tightly to himself but she just wailed louder. Physically, she wasn't hurt; there was a stinging in the back of her head where the football had struck her, but her feelings were deeply hurt. "Come on, let's get Sister Lucy to look at your head," Scott gently said and half walked, half carried her toward the school building. "Why'd he do that?" Jenna sobbed, not really expecting an answer. "I don't know; he's an ass hole, I guess," Scott admitted. "I wasn't doing nothing to him," Jenna sobbed. He walked her to the administration offices of St. Thomas Aquinas and told Miss Ormond that he and Ronnie had been tossing a football back and forth and Jenna had been accidentally hit in the head. Miss Ormond paged for Sister Lucy, the school nurse to come to the office. "It wasn't an accident," Jenna angrily accused. By the time Sister Lucy came bustling into her small examination room, Jenna had ceased crying. Scott turned to walk out as Sister Lucy's hard face made her intentions known. "I can see why Fauna likes you," Jenna said softly to him. "Uh huh," he said and smiled tightly. "Close the door," Sister Lucy snapped at him. He knew that Fauna liked him; again, it would have been hard to ignore her constant attention toward him. But Megan Campion had caught his eye first and Scott was a one-woman-man and did not see any reason to drop Megan just because a barely five foot tall girl was mooning over him. Fauna's height, or lack of it, was matched by her physique, or lack of it. Her breasts were non-existent and there was only a slight swell to her hips. The eighteen year old girl looked moor like a nine year old girl. Megan, on the other hand, proudly possessed a thirty six inch chest and filled her C cup bras beautifully. She also had a narrow waist and a nicely rounded ass. Fauna had limp brown hair and brown eyes; Megan had blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Megan also had beautifully pouting lips and bright white smile. But while Fauna's eyes rarely tore themselves away from Scott, Megan's eyes rarely looked at anything but her own reflection. And as soon as Hillary broke off her two year relationship with Ronnie, Megan began finding fault with everything Scott did or didn't do. Scott wasn't stupid; why date a defensive tackle when you can date the quarterback? But Megan put out, so he put up with her abusive treatment until it became clear to him that Megan's pussy wasn't worth putting up with Megan's mouth. (High School Etiquette dictated that Scott had to be the one to do the breaking up so that Megan didn't appear to be a bitch.) The bell rang; alerting Scott and the other one hundred and twenty nine students of St. Thomas Aquinas that lunch period was over. Scott trotted to his locker to get his Calculus textbook and easily forged a path through the sea of students that swarmed around him. At six foot two and one hundred and ninety pounds, Scott had no trouble jostling through the milling teenagers. "Man, what happened?" Ronnie asked, knocking a couple of students aside. Scott looked at him in mild irritation; one of the students Ronnie had shoved aside was his own brother, Brian. Brian too looked at his older brother with irritation. "What the fuck you think happened?" Scott asked. "You hit her in the head with your football, dumb ass." "No, no, I mean..." Ronnie said. "Fuck man, I don't know," Scott said. "She knows it wasn't an accident, that's for sure." "Yeah it was, right?" Ronnie said, tugging onto Scott's arm. "Uh huh," Scott said. He entered the Calculus classroom and smiled; Fauna was, as always, seated right up front, the first student into the classroom. She looked at him and then looked away, heavy blush coloring her pale face. "Hey Fauna, how's it going?" he asked as he took the seat to her left. She whirled her head around and fixed her deep brown eyes on his brown eyes. "Fine," she whispered, blushing hotly. He smiled as she nervously clutched her pencil in her hands. "Hey um, listen, I uh, you wouldn't want to go out with me this Friday huh?" Scott asked and smiled as her large eyes got even larger. "Are you, this isn't some kind of joke, huh?" she asked, barely choking out the words. "No, no, it's not some kind of joke," Scott said, slightly puzzled. Surely he hadn't misread her signals. Surely this girl did like him. Jenna Jordan had made a point of seeking him out to tell him that Fauna liked him. "Aiee!" she screamed out loud, causing Sister Andrea, the four other students and Scott to jump. "Oh my God!" she screamed out loud. "Yes! I'd love to! Here! Here's my phone number! Okay? You can call me at..." "Miss Davendorf! Really!" Sister Andrea scolded, trying to hide her amusement behind a scowl. "Oh but Sister Andrea! You don't understand!" Fauna gushed excitedly. The final bell clanged, letting any remaining students know that they were late for class. Brian and Shelley dashed in just ahead of Sister Andrea's shutting the door to the classroom. "Okay now, homework, passes it up to the front of the room please," Sister Andrea ordered and began to gather the papers. Throughout the class, Scott could feel Fauna's eyes burning into him but every time he looked over at her, she would quickly look away, hot blush on full display. "Okay, Miss Davendorf, what did I just say?" Sister Andrea called out ands smirked as Fauna repeated the equation. "Uh huh," she said and then explained the equation's properties to the class. "Call you tonight, okay?" Scott smiled as they gathered up their books. "Oh God!" Fauna agreed, large brown eyes looking up at him with complete adoration. "Way to go, Dude," Roger Leland snickered as he brushed past Scott. ---- Scott strode rapidly to his World History class and took his usual seat; the front seat next to the window. "Hey Jenna," he called out as the blonde entered the classroom. "What?" she hissed. "Hey, just wanted to know how your head is," he defended. She softened her scowl and even smiled tightly. "Yeah, its okay, Sister Lucy couldn't even give me Ibuprofen for it, believe that? But she said it don't look like nothing happened. Still hurts a little bit, but you know, what you going to do, huh?" Jenna said, and then looked around for a seat. "That's my seat, Tit Monster," Terri said as Jenna decided to take the eat behind Scott. "Name's not on it, Skank," Jenna spat. Jenna darkened at being called the hated 'Tit Monster' nickname, having developed quite early and now possessed a monumental set of breasts that forced her to ear an extra large school blouse. The sleeves on the short sleeve blouse reached just past her elbows but the buttons on it still strained slightly. "Terri, she can sit where ever she wants," Scott said and Terri flounced down the aisle to another seat. "Fine, that's what you like, fuck you; I won't ask you out," Terri muttered to herself. She liked Scott; had planned to ask him m out just as soon as the cooling off period had elapsed. Megan was her friend and Megan and Scott had just broken up; wouldn't do to start dating Scott while Megan's mark was still on him. Megan sneered at Scott and scowled when he did not seem perturbed at her sneer. "What'd you ever see in that bitch?" Jenna whispered. "The top of her head," Scott whispered back. Jenna thought about it for a moment then squealed in disgust and slapped his arm. "Something you'd like to share with us, Miss Jordan?" Fred Dumas asked as he began to call roll. "No, Scott's just being a nasty pig," Jenna spat and Scott laughed out loud. "Boy, the gray weather is affecting everyone today, that's for sure," Fred commented. "Just about everyone I've run into today seems to be in a foul mood. "Maybe if you'd quit running into them?" Roger suggested. Fred smiled as Roger's suggestion had the desired effect; the students laughed and relaxed. "But it was a gray and ugly mood that surrounded Europe just months before the onset of World War One, the 'War to end all wars,'" Fred launched into his lecture of the day. ---- "Hello?" a tight voice snapped. "Yes, um, hi, this is Scott; may I speak with Fauna please?" Scott said. There was no response, just the sound of the phone clunking onto whatever the woman set it down on then the sound of it being dragged and then Fauna's small voice came on. "Hello?" she asked. "Hey, it's me, um, it's Scott," Scott said. "Hi!" she said happily. He didn't know what they talked about for two hours, but finally Fauna's mother said it was time to call it a night and the two teenagers hung up. "That wasn't Megan, huh?" Glen Boudreaux, Scott's older brother asked; only stuttering slightly. "No, thank God," Scott said and got out of his chair. "Oh? Spend all night on the phone with some girl; got to be hotter than Megan, huh?" Glen pressed for information. "No, man, not really, but she's a shit load sweeter than Megan ever was," Scott admitted. "Watch the mouth, boy," Linda, their mother, called out. "Yes ma'am," Scott called back. "Not that little bitch with the big tits, huh?" Glen persisted, following Scott down the hall. "That what's her name? Jenna?" "I didn't raise you better than that?" Linda snapped. "'Little bitch?' 'With the big tits?' That's how you treat women?" "Sorry," Glen admitted. "Uh huh, sorry you got caught," Linda snapped as she went to her own bedroom. "No, friend of Jenna's though, that Fauna?" Scott said as he sat down at his desk. "Dude, you are kidding me, right?" Glen asked. "No, why?" Scott asked defensively. "No..." Glen looked at the door, then back at Scott and held his hands in front of his chest. "Come on, Glen, grow up, huh?" Scott said. "Damn, more to women than the size of their..." He held his own hands in front of his chest. "Well, if she does go down on you, she won't have to bend over, huh?" Glen laughed. "How old are you, huh?" Scott asked and shooed his brother out of his room. Chapter 2 Jenna and Fauna sat at their table, giggling and squealing. Every now and then, they'd both look over at the table that Scott shared with Terri, Megan, Ronnie, Roger, and Ted and would then put their heads together and whisper excitedly. "God, what are they screaming about?" Megan asked as the two girls squealed again. "Go ask them," Ronnie suggested. "You go ask them," she spat. Scott smiled over at Fauna and she and Jenna both froze, and then put their heads together to whisper something in earnest. "Oh give me a break!" Terri sneered. "You got something against people being happy?" Scott finally asked and stood up, lunch now over. He walked over to the table where Fauna and Jenna sat and they both froze guilty expressions on their faces. "Hey Fauna," he said and she blushed heavily and whispered a response. "Hey, um, Jenna, you um, you remember my big brother? Glen?" he asked Jenna. "Um, yeah, yeah, graduated what? Last year?" Jenna asked. "Kind of tall, blonde hair like yours?" "Two years, but yeah, that's him," Scott agreed. "Yeah, what about him?" Jenna asked. "He um, he said to tell you 'Hi' and wants to know if he can get your number," Scott said. "Um, sure, I um, yeah I guess so," Jenna stammered. Her massive chest was Jenna's only positive asset, as far as physical appeal was concerned. She had unkempt blonde hair, cut far too short, slightly small eyes, a bulbous nose and very aggressive acne. But she was a true and loyal friend to the few friends she did have and would gladly go out of her way to help anyone in need. Whenever she was fortunate enough to be invited to a party, she was usually the first to arrive, to help set up for the party, and would often be the last to leave, after helping clean up. She was also a notorious gossip and saw it as her duty to interfere in the romances of others, to play match maker. "See you in Calculus," Scott smiled at Fauna and left the cafeteria. "Oh, I hope that wasn't just some kind of joke," Jenna said to Fauna. "I always kind of liked Glen but he never looked at me twice, you know?" "Scott wouldn't do that," Fauna defended. ---- He drove up to the small, slightly run-down house on the south side of Bender and checked the address on the house to make sure he had the right one. "Name's right there on the mailbox," he chided himself and got out of the car. "Yes?" a thin, tired looking woman snapped when she jerked the door opens. "Hi, I'm um, I'm Scott? Scott Boudreaux? Here to pick up Fauna?" Scott stammered. "Really?" the woman looked at him somewhat suspiciously. "You're this Scott kid keeps calling here?" "Uh, yes ma'am," Scott said and then shuddered as a quick blast of cold air chilled him. "Okay," the woman said in a resigned tone of voice and stepped back. "Come on in, I guess." "He found her behavior very disconcerting and not very welcoming at all. He wondered if she was one of those mothers that were extremely over-protective of their children. "Hi," Fauna said as she walked into the small foyer of the home. "Hey," he smiled. She was wearing snug blue jeans and a very feminine pink sweater. Her black leather pumps added a mere three inches to her height and he smiled at that. "Kind of cold outside; might want to put on a coat," he suggested. "Oh, okay," she said and rand to get a coat. "Um, what time she has to be back?" Scott asked Mrs. Davendorf. "Eleven, eleven thirty," the woman shrugged. ---- Scott liked the perfume Fauna was wearing; a very feminine scent that seemed to compliment her very well. "Oh, I bet they're freezing to death!" Fauna gasped as she saw the two car hops skate from the main building to the cars "Yeah, even though they got them leggings on, that don't look too warm, does it?" Scott agreed. Scott was amused when Fauna ordered a chili dog; one of the items listed as 'For the Kids' on the lighted menu. "Ooh, extra mustard, please, she told the poor car hop when the girl skittered to a stop next to the car. ---- Fauna surprised Scott when she said she wanted to see the horror movie that was playing. "No, Jenna and I already seen that stupid movie," Fauna said when Scott pointed out the latest romantic comedy that was playing. "I been wanting to see this one, but Jenna's such a scaredy cat to see it; says that kind of stuff gives her nightmares." ---- "Yes!" Fauna giggled out loud when the killer managed to carve up another victim. "Fauna, you're not supposed to cheer for the killer," Scott laughed. "Why not? He's winning," she asked, smile on full wattage. "You are so silly," he said and kissed her. A friendly little peck turned into a very heated kiss and they did not pull apart until the ominous music started again. "Yes!" Fauna hooted again as another victim fell to the crazed killer. "Fauna, you're so silly," he laughed. ---- "Want to get a hot chocolate?" he asked; it was only ten thirty, according to the car radio. "No, um, no, not really," she said. "Oh, um, okay, I um, I really don't know if there's anything else to do, really," Scott said. He knew what he'd like to do, but was sure that Fauna wouldn't go for that, not on the first date. "I um, hey um, listen, Scott?" Fauna said, not looking at him. "Uh huh?" he said turning the heater on his car down now that the interior was warmed. "I um, I really don't want to go to the Basin, I mean, not on a first date, you know? I mean, I hope you don't think I'm that kind of girl, but..." Fauna stammered. "No, no, not at all," Scott protested "I mean, I really really like you, a lot," Fauna hastened to assure him. "And I really like you a lot too," he admitted. "So, um, I guess, um, I guess this is it, then," Fauna said. "Guess so; um, you doing anything tomorrow?" Scott asked. ""When?" Fauna asked. "I don't know, um, usually on Saturdays I kind of like going to the mall. In Baton Rouge? The one with the big merry go round in it?" Scott said. "Ooh, I love that one!" Fauna said, and then lost her smile. "Oh, but I kind of promised Jenna we'd hang out, and April too." "Then why don't we all go to the mall?" Scott asked. "You'd be okay with doing that?" Fauna asked, delighted. ---- Scott wondered for the thousandth time why he had volunteered to take the three girls to the mall. He was now the designated coat carrier and the bag holder as the three friends dragged him from store to store. He sat down on a bench while the three girls ran into a candle store to seek out the perfect scent. Jenna came out a moment later and joined him. "Hey, um, Fauna's like my best friend in the whole wide world and I um, she really really likes you, a whole lot and if you ever hurt her, I swear to God I'll kill you," Jenna said. "Uh huh, don't worry; I like her whole lot too," Scott assured the girl. "Really?" Jenna said and hugged Scott's arm to herself. "That is so cool." Scott sniffed the two candles that Fauna had bought and graciously accepted the 'Champagne' scented one she'd bought for him. "Damn! Brrr!" Jenna complained as they trekked from the mall to the car. "Jeez it's cold out here!" "January's kind of funny like that," Scott said as he put the assorted bags into the trunk. "I don't know if you noticed that or not but most of the time, its cold in January." "Shut up; you're such an ass hole," Jenna complained as she and April, a bone thin very tall brunette clambered into the rear of the car. "Uh huh, can't be that big an ass hole; you just spent all day with me," Scott said. He drove them back to Bender, dropped Jenna and April off at their homes, and then drove Fauna to Hop Kim, a Chinese restaurant in Kimble, Louisiana. "I figure, any girl likes horror movies has got to love Chinese," he joked and got himself both a slap on the arm and an affectionate kiss. During the meal, he innocently put his hand on her upper thigh and she froze. She then frantically grabbed his hand and trapped it between her hand and her thigh. Flowers in the Heart Pt. 02 "Please, please don't," she whispered, nearly in tears. "Okay, I'm sorry; I didn't mean anything by it," Scott hastened to assure her. "It's just that, look, I'm really afraid of what you'll think if I, if we go too far," she said, voice shaking with emotion. "Look, it won't happen again, not until you're ready, okay?" he smiled and she released his hand. ---- "What Mass you go to?" she asked as he pulled in front of her house. "Usually eleven o'clock," he said. "You?" "Nine, then I can just come home and do nothing at all," she said. "Yeah, well, me and Glen, he's my older brother; we usually go to mass, then grab a pizza at Sicily's and then watch the Saints kick some ass," Scott said. "Ew, football?" Fauna said and made gagging sounds. "Shut up; I like football," he laughed and kissed her. "Um, okay then, guess I'll see you at school," she said and opened her car door. He carried her bags to the front door and again was greeted by the tired looking Mrs. Davendorf. "Hello Scott," she said through tight lips. "Hi Mrs. Davendorf, nice to see you again," he cheerfully said. "You, you've got a pile of homework not going to do itself," the woman snapped at Fauna and stomped away. "Guess I better get," Scott said and quickly kissed Fauna on the lips. "Off gallivanting the whole day, don't even bother telling me what time you'll be home," Mrs. Davendorf snapped at Fauna the moment the front door was shut. "Momma, I told you where we were and you never said be home at any time," Fauna snapped back. "But I didn't think it'd be the whole day!" Mrs. Davendorf yelled back. ---- "Dude, we ain't even out the driveway and she's telling me she ain't putting out and she ain't sucking dick and I ain't getting no feels," Glen complained to Scott. "Dude what you expect?" Scott smiled as he put on his dress shoes. "I expect a LITTLE something, you know?" Glen complained. "Did you get a kiss good night?" Scott asked and straightened up. "Well, yeah, but..." Glen said. "More than you got last week, huh?" Scott said and punched his brother's arm. "Yeah but, didn't cost me nineteen dollars either," Glen said. Linda hurried down the hall, putting on her earrings. "Come on, you two," she barked. They got into the mini van and good naturedly bickered back and forth as they drove to church. "Come on, Scott, no mushrooms; I hate mushrooms," Glen whined as they solidified their plans to order pizza after church. "Pick them off, God, you big baby," Scott smirked as they got out of the van. "I hate mushrooms too," Jenna said and smiled up at Glen. "Hey, Fauna said, smiling up at Scott. "You like mushrooms?" Scott asked her and she hesitated. "They're okay, but I can live without them," Fauna said. "Three against one; you're not getting any mushrooms," Linda said, smiling to the two girls. "Hi, I'm Linda Boudreaux, their big sister." "Whatever," Scott rolled his eyes. "Then why you keep making us call you 'Mom,' huh?" "Because you need some manners," Linda said and pinched Scott's arm. "Come on; it's cold out here," Jenna demanded, taking Glen's arm and dragging him to the church. "Mom, this is Fauna; my girlfriend," Scott introduced the two. "You're what?" Fauna asked, mouth opened in shock. "My, um, my girlfriend, I guess," Scott stammered. He thought to himself that Fauna was extremely hard to understand. Very loving, very affectionate, then freezing when he put his hand on her leg. Showing up at church for the late Mass when she said she went to the earlier one, then getting upset when he introduced her as his girlfriend. "Oh my God!" she screamed out loud and then hugged Scot in a frantic bear hug. "Really? I'm your girlfriend?" "Looks like it," Linda smiled to her son and walked toward the church. "I always wanted to be your girlfriend; you remember that first day at school?" Fauna babbled happily as they walked toward the church. (He did remember that first day; Sister Angela called the roll and Scott's ears perked up when he heard the name 'Davendorf' called out. There had been a classmate, Sean Davendorf, when he was a student at Saint Richard's, but Sean had developed a brain tumor when they were in the sixth grade, and Scott never saw him again. He had sent a few 'Get-well-soon' cards to the hospital, then Sean and his family moved to Houston, for more treatment and he never heard anything more. "Hey, you know a kid named Sean?" Scott asked the small girl when the bell rang. "Sean Davendorf? He was at Saint Richard, then he got real sick, brain tumor, I think and then I have never seen him again." "Yeah, I know him," she said quietly, looking up at him. "Yeah, what ever happened to him? He was just running over and then he grabbed his head and screamed and fell to the ground and they came and got him in an ambulance and..." Scott prattled. "He died," Fauna said, cutting Scott's cheerful rambling. "He, he what?" Scott asked, tears suddenly springing to his eyes. "He died," Fauna repeated, looking up into his brown eyes. "God damn it!" Scott said, tears streaming down his face. "It's just not fair!") Scott felt a few tears come to his eyes as he remembered the small boy that had been his friend for only a few days, then was taken away. "And you were crying, even though you didn't really even know Sean and I were like, 'oh my God, I just love him!'" Fauna said as they entered the building. They joined Glen and Jenna and Scott couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Jenna was running her mouth, a mile a minute, ordering Glen around. His brother was terminally shy; Glen's stuttering, although slight, was enough to isolate him from his peers. It had taken quite a bit of courage for him to pick up the five hundred pound telephone and call the girl and ask for a date, even though Scott assured him the girl wanted him to call her. "Looks like Jenna's happy," Fauna whispered to Scott. "How about you?" Scott asked Fauna. "Are you happy?" "Ecstatic," she smiled up at him, playfully punctuating easy syllable of ecstatic with a finger poke in his stomach. Linda found another pew to sit on; knowing her two sons didn't need their mother ruining their good time. She did sit behind them, though, so she could make sure that they behaved themselves in church. She saw Megan and Megan's parents enter the church. She smiled politely in greeting to them and was happy when they selected another pew to sit at. Linda had not liked Megan at all and found her to be a mirror of her parents. They were only concerned with themselves and gave little to no thought to anyone else's happiness or comfort. Linda looked over at her two sons and the two girls that sat with the boys. Neither girl had taken their eyes off of the boys; Jenna's mouth was still going, but even as she bossed Glen, she smiled happily up at him. Chapter 3 Scott and Fauna sat in the front seat of his car, kissing hotly. The windows of his car were steamed up from the heat the two were generating. "Oh, God!" Fauna groaned as Scott's lips nuzzled her neck and his fingers teased and tweaked her sensitive nipples. She sucked another kiss from his lips then pushed herself away from him. She looked into his lust filled eyes. "I want to, oh God, Baby, I need to do this," she gasped. In the three weeks that they'd been dating, this was the furthest he'd gotten with the dainty young lady. He knew, though, that any movement on his part would stop the entire process. She seemed to be deathly afraid of him touching her but it had been her that had put his hands inside of her lace blouse. It had been her that urged him to reach underneath her bra to play with her very small breasts. She looked around the front seat, then looked at the back seat and seemed to make up her mind. "Need you to get out and come around, okay?" she whispered, then sat down in the passenger seat and used the lever to ease the seat back as far as it would go. He opened the door and she shrieked as the cold January wind blasted them. "Hurry up!" she shrilled at him. Scott got out and ran around to her side of the car. "Quick, get in!" she ordered. He did and she got in, kneeling down on the floorboard between his legs. "Close the door, hurry up!" she shrilled. "Damn it's cold!" "Fauna, what are you doing?" he questioned as she hugged herself to warm herself up. "I um, Scott, I don't want to, you know, go all the way, um, I mean, that's got to be for something real special, but I know I've been kind of, well, I don't want you to get all mad at me and call me a prick tease and I know that's kind of what I'm being and..." Fauna babbled as she leaned up and kissed him hotly. Her small hands rested squarely on his thighs while she kissed him, then she squatted down on the floorboard of the car again and reached for his zipper. "Do you love me?" she asked, looking up into his eyes. "Yes, but Fauna, you don't have to..." Scott said. "I know that, Baby, but I want to," she whispered and struggled slightly with his snap, then smiled in triumph as she managed to get it undone. "Oh my God!" she gasped when she freed his cock from his briefs. "Oh my God! I, oh, Baby! It's so beautiful!" Her small hands cradled his throbbing erection and she kissed it reverently on its mushroom shaped head. She closed her eyes and stuck her tongue out and licked all around the mushroom shaped head. She took his testicles in her left hand and groaned as she tested the weight of them. She lowered her head an inch and licked all around the shaft of his cock, just underneath his head. Inch after inch of his seven inch cock received her loving tongue bath, until she reached the base of his cock. Then she took one of his testicles into her mouth and gave it a loving, almost painful suck. The other testicle received equal treatment, then she began to swipe her tongue all around his cock again, working her way back up to the head. When she reached the head of it, she took the entire head into her mouth and bobbed down an inch and backed off. Then she bobbed her head forward two inches and again backed off. Three, then four inches disappeared into her mouth and she opened her eyes and looked up at him. One small hand cradled his testicles, the other hand stroked the exposed length of his shaft until she had bobbed her head up and down enough times to have him all the way in her mouth. "Oh, shit!" Scott groaned as she began to hum around his cock. "Ugh!" she grunted and groaned and shuddered for a long moment, closing her eyes in bliss. "Uh, oh, damn it, Fauna, Baby!" Scott tried to warn her. She screamed around the head of his cock as he filled her mouth with his hot seed. She swallowed it as quickly as he pumped it into her and continued to suck until he went limp in her mouth. "Oh my God! Oh Scott! I love it!" she screamed happily. "Oh my God!" Megan had sucked his cock, but had never let him come in her mouth. Megan had put his cock into her mouth, bobbed once or twice, then flopped onto her back demanding that he return the favor. Of course, he had to return the favor until she came. "But Fauna had made love to his cock, loved it with her mouth and hands. "What about you?" Scott asked Fauna as she sat between his legs, gasping for breath. "What about me?" she dreamily asked him. "Um, don't you want me to do you now?" he asked. "No!" she shrilled, then quieted down slightly. "No, Baby, I had an orgasm; you should see the crotch of my jeans! No, no, I don't need you to do me." They sat quietly, each catching their breath, until Fauna looked at her dainty wrist watch. "Oh damn, Baby, it's getting pretty late," she said. "Um, okay, give me a minute," Scott said, trying to stuff himself back in his jeans. "No, chop chop, let's go," she demanded and giggled as he playfully stuck his middle finger out, in her face. "Oh my God," Fauna repeated to herself a few times as they drove toward her house. "See you in church tomorrow?" Scott asked her. "I don't know; Jenna's kind of mad at Glen right now," Fauna admitted. "Jeez, what did that dumb ass do now?" Scott sighed. "I'm not sure, really; something about not calling her last night or something," Fauna admitted. "What? You're joking, right?" he asked. "Nope, sorry," she shrugged. "Oh come on, get real!" he exclaimed. "Baby, I know this is kind of stupid, but Glen's like, Jenna's first boyfriend ever and..." Fauna said. "So? I'm your first boyfriend and you don't act all stupid and shit if I forget to call you, do you?" Scott asked. "No, It would hurt my feelings, but I'd have to understand you probably have something else going on or something," Fauna admitted. After a few more kisses, Fauna grabbed his cock ands gave it a squeeze. "Damn! I can't wait to suck it again!" she confessed to him, then opened her car door. "Here, let me..." Scott said and got out of the car. "Whew!" Fauna complained as the cold wind cut into them. "Good night," Scott said as she opened the door of the small house. "Good night; I love you," Fauna said then closed the door quickly. "Did I just hear you say you love him?" Fauna's mother demanded. "Yes, I do love him; he's the most wonderful..." Fauna defended. "Uh huh; and have you told him yet?" Mrs. Davendorf asked, glaring into Fauna's eyes. "No ma'am but..." Fauna argued. ---- Glen looked at Scott incredulously when Scott relayed that Jenna was mad at him for not calling her. "Dude, didn't have nothing to talk about!" Glen defended. "Doesn't matter," Scott told his older brother. "SHE might have had something to talk about." "Fine, fine, I'll call the stupid bitch," Glen grumbled. "Glen Aaron Boudreaux!" Linda yelled. "Did I just hear you call that girl a bitch?" "No," Glen denied hotly. "I called her a stupid bitch." "Glen!" Linda shrilled indignantly. "But Mom!" Glen argued. "Listen to me," Linda hissed, digging her fingernails into Glen's upper arm "That little girl's madly in love, probably for the very first time in her life and, yes, she probably does make some pretty stupid demands, you just have to understand..." Scott shook his head and left mother and son alone. "Fine, fine," Glen said and stomped down the hallway to get his cell phone. "Scott lay in his bed, replaying the unbelievable blow job he'd gotten just a few minutes ago. The way her tongue felt as it swiped all over his cock, the way her small hands had kneaded his balls, the way she kept milking his cock with her throat muscles. "Hey Baby, sorry I didn't call you last night, you know? Just kind of felt like, maybe I'm you know, getting to be too much all over you," Glen murmured into the phone. Within minutes, Jenna had forgiven him and was happily monopolizing the conversation, happily giggling and chattering. "God damn, I could go eat dinner, watch a movie, take a dump, then come back and she'd still be talking," Glen thought to himself as Jenna rambled on non-stop. "Oh, no, no, it's all right; go ahead, get that," Glen gladly told Jenna when Fauna's phone number popped up in her caller ID. "No, no, it's all right; I'll see you at church tomorrow?" "No, you come pick me up, okay?" Jenna demanded. "Fine, fine, see you at ten thirty," Glen agreed, grateful to finally get off the phone with her. ---- "You did WHAT?" Jenna screeched as Fauna quietly described performing oral sex on Scott. "Oh my God, it was so beautiful!" Fauna sighed, rolling back and forth on her bed, enjoying the feeling of the soft silk sheets against her bare skin. "Are you serious?" Jenna gasped as Fauna elaborated. "I swear, it has to be at least ten, maybe even twelve inches long!" Fauna whispered. "Oh, hey listen, I won't be coming to get you for church tomorrow," Jenna said, suddenly changing the subject. "What? Why not?" Fauna said. "Just because you're fighting with Glen don't mean..." "No, no, he's coming to pick me up for church," Jenna said smugly. "Oh, good!" Fauna sighed. "I'm so glad you two made up." "Yeah, me too," Jenna sighed. "Don't tell no one, not even Scott, but I'm so in love with Glen." "Yeah, I told Scott I love him too," Fauna admitted. After nearly another hour of talking and giggling, the two best friends hung up. Fauna reached down and began to slowly, lazily masturbate, replaying the loving she'd given to Scott's magnificent cock. "Oh God!" she groaned as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She licked her fingers clean of her stickiness, then shrugged on her favorite nightgown and got ready for bed. ---- Linda couldn't help but smirk as Glen left early to go pick Jenna up for church. "And where's your little girlfriend?" she finally asked Scott. "Home, I guess; she and her mom go to nine o'clock," Scott shrugged. "Oh, not going to see her today?" Linda asked. "This could be the most important game of the regular season, Tampa Gay Flipping Queers," Scott said, already excited about the game. "Who?" Linda asked. "Tampa Bay Buccaneers," Scott said. "See if we beat them and Atlanta loses, then if Chicago beats..." Linda tuned out the rest of Scott's monologue; she hadn't liked football when she was a child, hadn't liked it when she was a cheerleader, hadn't liked it when she and Bobby, Glen and Scott's father, had been married, and still didn't like it. "Uh huh," she said and herded him out the door. ---- "Hi Ms. Boudreaux; Scott here?" Fauna chirped. "Ass on the couch, shoving a mushroom pizza in his face," Linda smiled at the girl. "Ew, mushrooms?" Fauna said, miming sticking her finger down her throat. "Don't know where he gets it from, that's for sure, oh isn't that a pretty sweater?" Linda said and ushered the diminutive girl into the living room. "Oh thank you!" Fauna said and beamed. "Abdul's was having a fifty percent off, and their Petite department is absolutely to die for; I just love their clothes!" "Hey Beautiful," Scott smiled as he caught sight of his girlfriend. "What? What did you call me?" Fauna asked, mouth open in surprise. "Hey Beautiful," Scott repeated. "You think I'm beautiful?" she asked, lips quivering. "Well, yeah; you are," he said, already shifting his attention to the game. "Oh Scott," she sighed, snuggling up to him . "Popcorn's in the microwave," Linda said, putting a glass of ice tea down for Fauna. "Got pizza right here," Scott said, looking at his mother with a puzzled expression. "For Fauna; not everyone likes mushrooms, Scotty," Linda said. "In fact, no one likes mushrooms," she muttered aloud, leaving the room. "Really?" Fauna whispered, batting her eyes at him. "You really think I'm beautiful?" "Yes, Sweetheart; you're beautiful," he assured her and kissed her softly. "Oh, Scotty!" she sighed and wrapped her short arms around him and clung to him very tightly. "Thanks a lot Mom!" Scott yelled. "What?" Linda asked as she carried a large bowl of popcorn into the living room. "Now she's calling me Scotty!" Scott complained. "Uh huh," Linda smirked as Fauna giggled at her boyfriend's consternation. ---- "Damn it, Jenna!" Glen finally hissed. "Please! Shut up!" She looked at him, shocked, and blinked back tears. "Baby, please!" he said, taking her face into his hands. "You don't have to talk all the time, do you?" "Well, no, I guess not but..." she stammered, trying hard not to cry. "You ever think I might want to say something?" he asked her. "Well, yeah, but..." she said, trying to twist her face away from him. "Really, Baby, Every now and then, I might want to..." Glen said. "Really? Honestly? I'm so afraid if I'm not talking you might say you don't want to be with me no more and you're my boyfriend and I really really love you and I'm so in love with you and then you'll just break up with me and..." Jenna started up again with her rambling monologue. Flowers in the Heart Pt. 02 "Shut Up!" Glen commanded and kissed her. "Please, Jenna! Just shut up!" The lights dimmed and the intolerably loud previews began. "See?" he said. "The movies getting ready to start. "No it's not; there's at least an hour of these stupid previews and..." Jenna started running her mouth again. "Jenna, if you don't shut up," he threatened and pulled her out of her seat, pulling her onto his lap. "I swear to God, I'm going to bite you!" "Really?" she asked, snuggling up to him. "I just don't want you to not like me and I'm so afraid if I shut up..." "I love you," he whispered in her ear. "I love you a whole lot. Okay?" "Okay, I'll shut up," she giggled, safe and happy in his embrace. "Thank God!" he said and kissed the top of her head. ---- Fauna had her sweater and bra off and Scott played with her almost flat chest and very hard nipples. "Oh!" she sighed and shoved her small tongue into his mouth, then brazenly grabbed his throbbing erection. "About how long it takes your mom to do her groceries?" she whispered in his ear. "About an hour, I guess," he whispered back. "Oh, God, Scotty!" she whimpered as he took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked hotly at it. "I want to..." she whispered in his ear as she unzipped his jeans and worked his cock out. "Baby, oh!" he said as she slithered off of the couch and knelt down in front of him. Her small mouth went immediately to the head of his cock. She began to lick rapidly at his sensitive cock head while her small hands began to jack his cock quickly. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on the head, hard. "We need to be finished before your mom gets back," she needlessly explained as she released his cock with an audible 'pop.' She then began to suck and jack his cock frantically. "Fauna, I'm going to, oh, shit!" Scott warned, then began to pump stream after stream into her hot, wet mouth. "Oh, Scotty, I love the way you taste," she sighed with genuine pleasure when he finally ceased pumping his seed into her mouth. "I do it good?" she asked when she'd put her bra and sweater back on. "Yeah, Baby, you were great," Scott mumbled, not even reacting to a Reggie Bush fumble. "Who's winning?" Linda asked as she carried the first bag into the house. "Me," Scott said and Fauna laughed out loud and slapped him on his arm. "Think you can pry your butt off the couch and go get the rest of the groceries?" Linda asked, not paying any attention to the two teenagers. "I'll help her put the stuff away," Fauna decided. "It's too cold outside." ---- "What a pussy," Rusty Charles sneered as Glen drove away. "He is not!" Jenna protested hotly, despising her step-father even more than she already did. "Uh huh, know a pussy when I see one," Rusty sneered and popped the top of yet another beer. "And that boy is one big ass, cock sucking, dress wearing pussy." "I hate you," she hissed at him. "You turn up here all knocked up, your ass is out of here, you hear?" Rusty yelled as Jenna slammed her bedroom door shut. He envisioned what the unattractive girl would look like, belly all swollen with a baby, large breasts even larger, filled with milk, and got a shaky erection. Marie Charles meekly came into the living room, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. "Roast is almost ready," she timidly said. "You hear what I told your slut daughter, huh?" Rusty demanded. "No, what?" Marie asked, not bothering to defend her daughter's virtue. "Told her she shows up pregnant, her ass is out of my house," Rusty sneered and smiled nastily as he noticed that his cock was as erect as it had been in months. "It's my house," Marie thought to herself but scampered back into the kitchen to finish their dinner. ---- That girl is the sweetest little thing," Linda told Scott when he returned from driving Fauna home. "I swear to God, after that Megan Campion you were with..." "Uh huh," Scott smiled. "I'm serious; she even helped put groceries up; Megan wouldn't have moved her butt off that couch," Linda went on. "Yeah, Mom, I know," Scott smiled and opened the refrigerator. "Uh uh, I'm cooking," Linda warned. "And you; where you been all day?" Linda asked Glen when he came into the house. "Movies with Jenna," Glen shrugged. "What'd you see?" Scott asked. "Top of her head," Glen mouthed to Scott and the two brothers shared a smile. Out loud he named the romantic comedy that was playing. "What?" Scott asked. "Fauna said they already seen that movie." "I know, dude, that's all I heard was 'oh wait, wait, you're going to love this," Glen rolled his eyes. ---- Fauna sat on the edge of her bed, carefully applying the palest of pink nail polish to her toe nails. Her fingernails already glistened with the acrylic color. On her head, a fluffy towel was wrapped, turban style. Her pink bathrobe hung loosely, framing her pale pink nightgown. "Do all your homework?" her mother asked from the doorway. "Uh huh," Fauna answered, putting the last stroke to her toe nail. "All of it?" her mother asked, suspicious. "Yes ma'am," Fauna said, looking up and looking into her mother's eyes. "Don't know when you had the time; I swear, running all over the place with that Scott boy," her mother grumbled. Fauna ignored her mother and took the towel turban off, revealing her smooth head. Her mother shuddered as Fauna turned around, revealing the red, angry looking scar that ran down her neck, disappearing underneath the yoke of the bathrobe. "Will you help me with my wig, please?" Fauna asked. "Of course," her mother sighed. "There you go," she teased, simply plopping it down on top of Fauna's head. "Mom!" Fauna giggled, stamping her foot. "Seriously, Fauna, you do need to tell him," Mrs. Davendorf said quietly. "The longer you put it off, the worse it's going to be." "I know, but Mom, please," Fauna said, a tear beginning to drift down her cheek. "I've never had a boyfriend before." "The minute, and I do mean the minute it looks like it's getting too serious, you better tell him," Mrs. Davendorf said, waggling a finger at Fauna. "And if you don't, I will." "Yes ma'am," Fauna agreed, hoping that day would never come. Chapter 4 Scott, Jenna, and Fauna watched as Tammy Fontenot put a poster on the wall of the cafeteria. The profoundly hard of hearing girl stood on a chair, stretched as tall as she could, then attached the poster using scotch tape on the corners and then jumped backward and examined her handiwork. How about that, huh?" Scott said as they could clearly read the announcement of the St. Thomas Aquinas Sweethearts Dance. "Ooh! Tell Glen I want to go to that," Jenna demanded. "You?" Megan sneered nastily as she carried her tray to another table where Ronnie waited for her. "Yes me, ass hole," Jenna snapped. "How about you?" Scott asked, nudging Fauna with his foot. "I don't know," Fauna said quietly, eyes wet. Yes she did want to go. Ever since coming to St. Thomas Aquinas in the ninth grade, she'd been dreaming of going to the Sweethearts Dance, of feeling a boy's arms around her, of feeling Scott's arms around her. But her mother was pestering her more and more to tell Scotty. And she knew, the moment she told Scotty, he would be gone. She looked into his beautiful eyes and fought hard against the tears that were welling up. "No, not really," she choked out. Scott wasn't fooled. Fauna had looked at the poster Tammy put up and continued to stare at it long after Tammy had walked away. She put her head down and shoved a forkful of the lasagna (or what the cafeteria called lasagna) into her mouth and swallowed without chewing. "You heard me?" Jenna shrilly demanded of Scott. "Yes, Jenna, I heard you, Brother Dominick heard you and he isn't even in here, Coach Dumas heard you, Everybody heard you," Scott told her. "And?" she said. "And what?" Scott retorted. "You going to tell Glen get me a ticket?" she demanded. "Just one?" he teased her. "You go by yourself?" "You know what I mean!" she squealed. "Wow; they've gone up," Scott said to himself as he looked at the price of the tickets. "That's going to be sixty bucks right there." But he knew they'd get the tickets; Mom didn't begrudge them much and if she did, Dad could always be counted on to send them the bucks. Dad was working on the Alaskan Pipeline and made very good money, being a highly respected and sought after hydraulics engineer. Dad also had a twenty six year old girlfriend, an erotic dancer that worked at the Gold Rush Saloon. Erica had been nineteen when Bobby Boudreaux had swept her off her feet. But a nineteen year old girlfriend and a thirty two year old wife don't often get along. Bobby had decided the wife and two sons and the comfortable home in Louisiana had to go. But he was generous with the alimony, child support, and never seemed to mind whipping out his wallet when either one of his sons called. "So when?" Jenna demanded. "When what, Jenna?" Scott asked. "When you going to tell him?" Jenna demanded. "Soon as I see him," Scott promised. "You better," Jenna threatened. Ronnie was also looking at the cost of the tickets and thinking to himself, "Thirty bucks apiece? Fucking bitch better give up the ass I put out that kind of fucking money on her." Megan had not balked when Ronnie demanded sex; flopping on her back was no great sacrifice, and even sucking Ronnie's cock was no big deal. But Ronnie knew that Scott had fucked both Megan's mouth and pussy. He wanted to be able to claim that he'd been able to get what Scott Boudreaux had not been able to get. He wanted Megan's ass. Ronnie pretended to be Scott's friend, but the truth was, he was extremely competitive with Scott. And while Megan was beautiful, Ronnie resented that Scott had been with her first. ---- Scott and Fauna walked slowly toward Calculus class. "You sure you don't want to go?" Scott asked. "Yes," Fauna said, head hung low. "Uh huh," Scott said, not fooled. "Maybe they don't have the money for a dress and stuff," Scott thought to himself. "I'll go talk with Mrs. Davendorf about it." "Sister Andrea, I don't feel too good," Fauna whispered to the nun and Sister Andrea nodded her assent. "Hey, where're you going?" Scott tried to whisper to Fauna but the girl just gathered her books and quickly left the classroom. Fauna sat in the bathroom and finally allowed the deep racking sobs to come. "God, it's just not fair," she thought to herself. "I really do want to go; it would be the most beautiful night ever. Why God? Why?" ---- Jenna hummed happily to herself as she drove herself home; she would finally be going to the coveted Sweethearts Dance. Four years of wishing she had someone that would ask her and finally, she would be going. She knew Rusty or her mother would not buy her a dress from Babbage's or from Abdul's, but her paternal grandmother would. Her grandmother denied her nothing. The car she was driving was a gift from Grandmother; a 19998 lipstick red Toyota Camry. And there was a promise of a new car when she graduated from high school, and another when she graduated from college. "You need to be the first Jordan to go to college," Grandmother said. "Yes ma'am," Jenna promised. ---- "Oh, God, not that goofy thing, huh?" Glen groaned when Scott told him about the Sweetheart Dance. "Come on, Dude! I didn't go to it when I was there, why the fuck I want to go to it now?" "Watch your mouth," Linda barked, slapping Glen hard on his arm. "You didn't go because you didn't have no one to go with," Scott reminded his big brother. "That's besides the point," Glen argued. "Uh huh, well guess what; you're going now," Scott smirked. "And you," Linda nudged her younger son with her hip. "You got your tickets?" "Yeah, bought them as soon as I could track Tammy down," Scott admitted. "Here, butt hole; you owe me sixty bucks." "Sixty?" Glen yelled. "They were only..." "Times change; they're thirty each now," Scott said. "Here, here," Glen said and slapped three crumpled bills into Scott's outstretched hand. "Uh uh, douche bag; these are three ones. I need three twenties," Scott said, grabbing his brother before Glen could make his escape. "Oh, sorry," Glen smirked. "I thought those were twenties." "What color is Fauna's dress going to be; you need to get flowers," Linda asked Scott as Glen left the kitchen, already dialing Jenna's number. "That's just it," Scott told his mother. "I don't think they got a whole lot of money. Fauna was acting like she didn't want to go, but the whole time she's looking like she's going to cry over it." "I'll take care of this," Linda Boudreaux determined. "That little girl's going and that's that." ---- Harriet Davendorf was polite when Scott's mother called; inside she was seething with anger. "How dare this woman think that she and Fauna were some kind of charity case?" she asked herself. "Mrs. Boudreaux, I really do appreciate the offer," she finally cut the woman off. "But this is the first I'm even hearing about some kind of dance; Fauna hasn't even asked me if she could go, and if she did, I can assure you, if she does, we are perfectly capable of buying her own dress." "Oh, I didn't mean you weren't," Linda tried to save face and offer Mrs. Davendorf a gracious way out as well. "It's just that I know that Scotty's looking forward to it so much and was really looking forward to going with Fauna; she is such a sweet young lady and..." "Mrs. Boudreaux, please have Scott come by; I think it's time we had a little talk," Mrs. Davendorf said and hung up before Linda could say anything further. "I think I may have made a little mess out of this," Linda had to admit as she bustled toward Scott's room. ---- "Okay, and my dress; I already picked it out, it's going to be this real pretty pale yellow," Jenna was prattling as Glen lay on his bed, half listening to his girlfriend go on and on. "Uh huh," he mumbled. "And I already got the shoes; they're perfect; I got them for my cousin's wedding," Jenna said. "She got married last year." She lowered her voice. "She got knocked up; had to get married right after graduation; they're already talking about getting a divorce," Jenna confided. "Uh huh," Glen said. "But they got the cutest little baby girl; named her Annabelle Lee, Annabelle Lee Bergeron, isn't that the cutest name ever?" she went on. "Uh huh," Glen said. "By the way, what are you majoring in?" Jenna asked. "Uh huh," Glen said. ---- "Hi Mrs. Davendorf," Scott pasted a pleasant smile as the haggard looking woman yanked the door open. "Scott," she nodded politely. "Fauna, come see," she yelled out. "Yes ma'am?" Fauna asked then froze as she saw Scott. Scott smiled; she looked cute in her cotton shorts and half shirt, both pink, of course. Her slim little waist was exposed, as were her hips. Her belly button was a cute little dimple. Her medium length hair was done in a little pony-tail, making her look even younger than her eighteen years of age. "Scott's here," Mrs. Davendorf said needlessly. "Yes ma'am," Fauna whispered, eyes wide with fear. "We'll go into the living room," Mrs. Davendorf ordered. "Scott, you want an ice tea?" "Uh, yes, yes ma'am, that would be great," Scott agreed. "Here, you sit here," Mrs. Davendorf ordered, indicating a large chair. He sat, sinking down low. Fauna took a seat on the couch, perching on the edge. Mrs. Davendorf put a glass of ice tea onto a coaster on the coffee table that sat between Fauna and Scott. She took a seat in another chair that did not seem to sag down as much as the chair that Scott occupied. "Scott wants to ask you to the Sweethearts Dance," Mrs. Davendorf snapped at Fauna. "But, but..." Fauna said, twisting her small hands. "But Scotty, I told you I didn't want to go to that!" "But I could tell you really did," he argued. "And I told you, if this got too serious, the time was going to come when you'd have to tell him," Mrs. Davendorf continued as if the two teenagers weren't talking. "Didn't I?" "Yes ma'am," Fauna said and lowered her head. "Well?" Mrs. Davendorf demanded, after a long moment of silence had elapsed. "Um, Scott, um, you remember um, when you came up to me and asked me about Sean?" Fauna said, voice barely more than a whisper. "Uh yeah, that was what, like four years ago?" Scott asked and took a sip of the ice tea. The ice tea was unsweetened but he avoided making a face. "And I uh, I told you Sean was dead?" Fauna went on. "Yeah, hated hearing that; I remember he was a real nice kid," Scott agreed and took another sip of the ice tea. He didn't want to take another sip of the bitter liquid but didn't have anything else to do with his hands. "Yeah, I remember it too," Fauna said. "You were standing there, you and Ronnie Edwards and Jack and Joe Jones and I came out and you waved for me to come over and..." Fauna said, remembering that spring day like it was yesterday. "What? No, I waved Sean over; he was about to get his head dunked like the day before and I told them that he was my friend and if they dunked him, I was going to kick everyone's ass and the next day we're all standing around and Jack says 'hey, there's that little fag,' and I said 'hey, he's my friend,' and I waved that Sean kid over and he starts running and all of a sudden he grabs his head and screams and falls down and I ran over and told them to go get somebody," Scott corrected. (Fauna remembered that day. Sean had been having horrible headaches but Momma and Daddy didn't want to hear it; they thought he was just trying to get out of going to school. He was also having trouble with his balance, twice he'd run into things that he knew were there, could see that they were there, and then he'd just plow into them anyway. But he went to school, hoping that it would get better. As long as he was sitting down, he was okay, but walking from class to class was a real chore. Then after lunch, a lunch he did not, could not eat, he went outside. There was that wonderful boy that had walked in on those horrible bullies that were trying to dunk his head in the toilet, calling him horrible names and accusing him of being gay. And that wonderful boy smiled and waved to him. He had to resist the urge to skip; Daddy was always yelling at him about doing that sort of thing. He bravely tried to run, then the pain was so great, so blinding that he screamed, grabbed his head, and collapsed. From far far away he heard voices. He heard someone yelling for them to go get help. Then he felt Scott's hand on his back, rubbing his back, telling him it would be all right. He wanted to grab that hand, kiss that hand, clutch that hand to his heart, but he couldn't move, the pain was so great.) "This isn't telling him," Mrs. Davendorf broke into Fauna's reverie. "They found out I had a brain tumor," Fauna said, staring at the table top. Her small hands went up to her hair and worked underneath the nape of her neck for a moment. "And they found several smaller tumors all up and down my spine," Fauna continued and peeled the wig off of her head and lay it on the coffee table. +Scott stared at her in shock. She looked up at him, eyes filled with tears. "Those boys were calling me 'fag' and 'queer' and 'homo' and.." Fauna went on. "No they weren't; they were calling that poor Sean kid that stuff, Scott dumbly said, still uncomprehending. "If you don't tell him," Mrs. Davendorf threatened. "I never thought I was gay, or homosexual, because, in my heart of hearts, I've always been a girl," Fauna said. "But you are a girl, I mean, you even got them breasts," Scott said, then blushed and looked over at an unsmiling Mrs. Davendorf. Flowers in the Heart Pt. 02 ""Yeah, well, in the hospital, they um, they gave me a bunch of steroids and even tried some hormone treatments to try and get the tumors under control," Fauna said Scott took a very big gulp of the ice tea, not sure where the conversation was going. "And with the radiation and the steroids and all that other stuff, this is about as big as I'll ever get and..." Fauna whispered and stood up. Fauna unbuttoned her cute little shorts and worked the zipper down. Scott could feel his cock began to stir at the sight of her pink lace panties. She put her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and pushed them down her legs. Scott looked quickly at Mrs. Davendorf, then looked back at a hotly blushing Fauna. "And my hair ain't never coming back; at first they thought I was just trying to be cool or funny when I picked out that long blonde wig, but I wasn't; in my heart, I'm a beautiful girl with long blonde hair and large breasts and I'm going to have babies one day and..." Fauna was sobbing now as she stood, shorts and panties bunched up at her knees. Scott stared, open mouthed at the small penis and small scrotum. Despite her sobbing, Fauna's cock was painfully hard and dripping pre-cum. The penis itself, even in its excited state, was quite small, about the size of a double a battery. The small scrotum underneath looked as if it held two marbles. The entire area was hairless. "But that's a, you're a..." Scott stammered. "So I really didn't think I was lying to you when I told you Sean had died; to me he had, the moment I put that wig on, I became Fauna, well, I'd always been Fauna, but that wig..." Fauna sobbed out, still standing, still exposing her shame. "I got to go," Scott said suddenly and wrested himself from the awkward chair. "No, wait Scotty, please don't go, please don't leave me!" Fauna began to wail, heart-broken as her boyfriend bolted from the house. ---- "That sounds hard," Jenna said as Glen tried to explain engineering to her. "Well, I guess it kind of is," Glen admitted. "But I've always been real good at Math and stuff and..." "Oh I'm terrible at math!" Jenna wailed, again turning the conversation back to herself. "Hey, Sweetheart, my mom's calling me; it's time for supper," Glen said. "Oh, okay, call me after supper?" Jenna begged. "Um, I don't think so; I got a bunch of homework," Glen said. "Really? Oh, that's too bad; okay, I love you, talk with you tomorrow," Jenna demanded and hung up. "Whew that girl can talk!" Glen said when he'd hung up. ---- Scott drove over to Early's grocery store and bought a couple cans of beer. Early's did not believe in the 'Twenty One year old age limit; eighteen had been the legal age when they opened and as far as they were concerned that was still the legal drinking age. "Why?" Scott asked himself as he sipped the second beer; the first one being guzzled before he was even out of the parking lot. Being with Megan Campion, he realized, had been a way to artificially stroke his ego. Being the boyfriend of one of the, if not the most beautiful girl in the school had been great on the outside. On the inside, it had been more work than it was worth, though. In the end, his ego had taken a bit of a hard knock when Megan publicly dumped him and ran after Ronnie. A few of his classmates had snickered, behind his back, of course, but they had snickered all the same. Then when he started dating Fauna, a few more had snickered. To go from the beautiful blonde, well developed Megan to the tiny, almost flat chested brown haired Fauna seemed to some to be quite a step down. "Wonder how many of them would be laughing if they knew I was dating a guy?" Scott said bitterly. He wondered how many of them actually did know that Fauna was not Fauna, but Sean. He wondered to himself, "Did Mrs. Davendorf say 'Sean,' or 'Fauna' when she called out? Since I thought his name was Fauna, I might have just heard 'Fauna,' but she might have been saying 'Sean.'" Did Jenna know? Were Jenna and Glen laughing behind his back? Because if Jenna did know, surely she had told Glen by now. "No," he decided. "Jenna's probably as clueless as I was; ain't no way she could ever keep a secret like that." The more he thought about it, the more he could hear Fauna's voice, begging him not to leave. She was wailing, heartbroken when his hand hit the doorknob. He put the can of beer into the cup holder; it was turning sour in his mouth. He smiled tightly as he saw Coach Dumas and his brood pulling out of Clark's Drive-In. Coach had told him that this was a treat for them; whenever one of their kids did something good, they went to Clark's for a banana split. "And when you got three kids, there's always a reason to go to Clark's," Fred had smiled happily, proudly. Scott had taken Fauna there, on their first date. He'd been pretty proud then. "Damn it!" he almost laughed. "That's why she never wanted me to touch her down there!" He watched as the oldest child, a pretty little blonde girl waved and flailed her hands. Then he watched as Fred's wife, a stunning brunette, waved and flailed her hands at the blonde girl. "Oh yeah!" he said aloud. Coach had told him that his sister was deaf. He and his wife were raising the girl; his mother in law had died from cancer. "Son," Coach Dumas had said, putting a fatherly hand on Scott's shoulder. "God gives us all the tools we need in life; it's just up to us to figure out how to use them." Fauna's kisses had always been so sweet, so loving. Megan's kisses were always a means to an end. Megan gave kisses in return for favors granted. Fauna kissed for the sheer joy of kissing. "Yeah, but she's a fucking dude," Scott said aloud and watched as coach's van turned the corner. He put the car in gear and looked at the clock on his radio. His eyebrows shot up; he'd been driving around aimlessly for two hours. His mother would be fit to be tied; it was a school night. ---- Grandmother Jordan agreed that the dress was a very pretty dress and since it was on the clearance rack, it was not only a pretty dress, it was a bargain. "Thank you, Grandmother," Jenna said sincerely. "And you say he's going to be an engineer?" Grandmother asked, very interested. "Yes ma'am," Jenna said, elated to be talking about her boyfriend to her favorite grandparent. Helen Jordan was very relieved; one of the reasons she was pushing so hard for Jenna to go to college was because she just knew that the unattractive girl would never be able to land herself a husband to support her. "Well, then, I think we need some new shoes and some new lingerie and..." Grandmother Jordan said. "No, no, got the shoes already; remember when Tricia got married?" Jenna interrupted. "Honey, listen, there's always a good reason for new shoes," Grandmother laughed. "And my friend Bobbi will have this dress fitting you perfectly; don't you worry about that." ---- Harriet Davendorf pushed open the door to Fauna's room and felt the lump in her throat grow in size. Fauna, her baby, lay on her pink bed, sobbing inconsolably. "Hey," she murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I hate you!" Fauna screamed and began to sob even louder. "I know you do," Harriet said softly, rubbing her baby's back. "I hate myself right now, too, but Honey, he had to know." "No he didn't!" Fauna protested. "Yes, yes he did, Fauna," Harriet said gently. "He was going to take me to the Sweethearts Dance!" Fauna screamed. "Do you have any idea?" "Fauna, he had to know. Sooner or later, he had to know," Harriet asserted. "I've been dying to go to that for forever!" Fauna sobbed bitterly. "And he was going to take me!" "Baby, what can I say?" Harriet asked, hugging the sobbing girl tightly. "Mom, all my life, all my life I've been like this," Fauna cried bitterly. "Come on, I made you some hot chocolate," Harriet said, pulling Fauna out of the bed. "I don't want any hot chocolate," Fauna denied, but let her mother lead her down the hall. ---- "You! Where have you been?" Linda yelled as Scott entered the house. "Out," was his terse answer. "Until ten thirty? It is a school night!" Linda yelled. "I know, Mom," Scott yelled back. "And what happened at Fauna's house?" Linda asked, voice slightly lower. "I really don't want to talk about it," Scott said. "Oh, no, Scotty, you are still taking her to the Dance, right?" Linda asked. "Nope," Scott said tightly. "Oh, Honey, why not? Oh, I'll call..." Linda said. "No, Mom, no, all right? No, don't call her, don't call Mrs. Davendorf, don't call no one, all right?" Scott yelled, anger boiling over. Linda bit back her own angry retort. In Scotty's eyes, she saw anger, but more deeply, she saw a lot of hurt. "Besides," she told herself, "If you hadn't called Mrs. Davendorf in the first place probably none of this would have happened." Scott angrily stomped down the hall to his bedroom. He had a ton of homework to do, but no desire of focus to give to the work. The beer had not helped dull his anger ad disappointment, did little to calm him down. Time had done little to soften the blow, or soften the fear. Suppose someone did find out? The news would travel through St. Thomas Aquinas faster than you could sneeze. The more he thought about the ludicrous situation, the angrier he became. He heard his mother's door shut. Glen's door had been tightly shut when he passed it. Finally, at 1:32 in the morning, sleep came. Chapter 5 "Hey Terri, come see," Scott said as he put his books into his locker. Jenna looked up from her locker, interested, as Terri Langmeyer put a little extra sway into her step. Jenna watched, straining to hear, as Terri and Scott engaged in quiet conversation. "Yes!" Jenna heard Terri squeal happily and opened her eyes wide as Terri gave Scott a quick, affectionate hug. "Um, I'm telling Fauna," Jenna threatened, glaring at Scott. "Tell her whatever the fuck you want," Scott spat and walked away from the stunned Jenna. ---- Fauna wasn't in homeroom; Jenna sat and seethed with anger as she watched Scott take his former seat with Terri, Ronnie, Megan, Hillary, and Connie, the elite of St. Thomas Aquinas. Scott had given up that seat and sat with her, and with Fauna, and April when he and Fauna began dating. But now, he was back with those others, and smiling and laughing, as if he had never left that seat, had never sat with the lower echelon. Hillary looked positively sick when Terri happily told the gathering that Scott had asked her to go to the Sweethearts Dance. "What happened to the shrimp?" Megan asked nastily. "Don't know, Megan, you ain't learned to wash it yet?" Scott asked. "What?" Megan asked, puzzled. Ronnie and Roger's laughter and Hillary's disgusted squeal did not enlighten Megan. "Oh, Scott, that's just gross," Connie sneered. "What?" Megan asked again. "He's saying your pussy smells like shrimp," Connie spat, glaring at Scott. "What?" Megan screamed, incensed. Scott smirked as Sister Theresa pursed her lips tightly. He wondered if Sister Theresa had overheard his comment. He did feel a spurt of anger when Sister Theresa called out Fauna's name, then called it again before moving on to the next name on her list. ---- "See you later," Terri said happily as she flounced out of her seat to run to her first period class. Scott watched Hillary's small ass as she walked slightly ahead of him to their first period class, Spanish. Last night, when he had debated on whom he could ask to the Sweethearts Dance, he had finally narrowed the list down to Hillary Monroe, or Terri Langmeyer. Hillary had come out on top. She had long blonde hair, big beautiful brown eyes, a small nose, and pouting lips. Terri had dirty blonde, almost brown hair cut in an odd fashion; it was short on her left side, just touching her collar, and then graduated to a long hank of hair that almost touched the top of her breast on the right side of her face. Her eyes were small, often mean brown slits, very rarely held any warmth at all. Her face itself was strong, almost masculine in appearance. Hillary also possessed an impressive chest; Ronnie had bragged once that Hillary wore a forty two Double D bra, a narrow waist, and a nice, small backside. Scott was enjoying watching it wiggle and sway right in front of him as they walked. Terri had smaller than average breasts, larger than average waist, and a pronounced rear end. That was one physical attribute that Scott appreciated and had often masturbated to thoughts of taking Terri anally. He also masturbated to thoughts of taking a few other girls anally, but Terri was his favorite fantasy, at least in that department. The thing that swung the pendulum to Terri was Hillary had a bad attitude. She was beautiful, and she knew it. If that was what Scott wanted, he would date Megan again; rumor was that she was not too fond of Ronnie at present. Terri, on the other hand, seemed to be thrilled that Scott was taking her to the Sweethearts Dance. Hillary would have taken it for granted. Of course, Terri had a bit of a potty mouth. Scott wasn't a prude by any means, but vulgarities that were said, just for the sake of being vulgar did not appeal to him very much. "Hey, um, uh, Scott?" Anthony Carrecci stammered as Scott took his seat in Spanish class. "What's up, dude?" Scott smiled at the overweight boy. Anthony Carrecci was easily one hundred pounds overweight. He was also only five feet, four inches tall. His pudgy face was riddled with teenage acne and his small brown eyes peered out from behind extremely thick glasses. But every year, Anthony tried out for every sport St. Thomas Aquinas participated in. Athleticism was not Anthony's strong suit, but if there had been a sport of team spirit, and determination, Anthony would have won. Coach Blanchard didn't even give Anthony Carrecci a chance, just cut the kid from the team roster. But Coach Dumas admired the boy's determination and 'never-say-die' attitude and had actually put Anthony in first string on the football team. And on the basketball team. And, Scott was sure; Anthony would wind up on the baseball team as well. In fact, Coach Dumas often pointed Anthony out to the more talented players that were getting a little too full of themselves and tell them, "Give me one kid like that, gives one hundred and one percent all the time over any three of you, you hear?" "I um, you um, I heard someone say you're taking um, you're not going with, um, you taking Terri? Terri Langmeyer to the Sweethearts Dance? Um, not Fauna?" Anthony stammered. "Uh, yeah, yeah, I'm taking Terri," Scott agreed. "Oh, um, then um, you wouldn't mind, um, if I asked Fauna? If she'd go with me?" Anthony asked, blushing very hotly. Scott wanted to laugh in Anthony's face. "Dude, like I give a fuck?" Scott finally said. "Well um, it's just that, you know, um, you and I are tight, and I just don't want there to be any bad feelings, you know?" Anthony stammered. Again, Scott wanted to laugh. He and Anthony were not friends. "No, dude, you're all right," Scott said. "Thanks, dude; you are too, know what I'm saying?" Anthony said. ---- Scott felt another small twinge of anger when he looked at the table. There was no sign of Fauna, just Jenna and April and Tammy. Both Jenna and April glared with animosity at him. Their faces darkened when he flipped them the finger. "So, I um, I was thinking I'd probably go with a light green, what you think?" Terri was prattling. "Bag?" Ronnie asked. "Huh?" Terri asked. "For your face," Ronnie said and laughed as Terri scowled. "That's not funny," Megan said, slapping Ronnie's arm. "Kiss my ass, fucking ass hole," Terri spat. "Then why you laughing?" Ronnie sneered. "I'm not," Megan said. "That was mean, and uncalled for." "Yeah dude, that was kind of ass holey of you," Scott said. He turned to Terri. "I bet green would look great on you; especially with your hair," he said. "Thank you," Terri beamed at him. "Hey, Scott?" Ronnie sneered. "Um, think dating Fauna might have turned you into a pussy?" Scott felt his anger flare up, and then smiled tightly. He looked at a smirking Ronnie; Ronnie knew he had hit a nerve. He didn't know why, but knew he had. "Might have," Scott smirked. "So, what's your excuse, bitch?" ---- Jenna was outraged when Fauna was not forthcoming about the reason for the sudden break-up. "Jenna, please," Fauna sniffled into the telephone. "Really, I don't want to talk about it, all right?" "Fine, fine, I tell you everything, but if you don't want to tell me," Jenna grumbled. Glen was just as baffled as Jenna and told her as much. "Yeah, I asked him," he whined into the telephone. "He just said it was none of my fucking business and that's all he would say." "I mean, I really thought they were perfect for each other," Jenna whined. "Then, next thing I know, he's going out with that skank, Terri 'I'll fuck anything' Langmeyer and Fauna's not even in school and..." "Uh huh," Glen said. An hour later, Jenna had still not tired of the subject; Glen was relieved when Linda called out to let him know dinner was ready. ---- "Yes?" Harriet Davendorf politely asked the rotund young man that stood on her doorstep. "I um, hi, Uh, my name, uh my name is Anthony? Anthony Carrecci? I um, I go to school with Fauna?" Anthony stammered. Harriet invited him in and went to get Fauna. "There's a young man here to see you," she said. "Scotty?" Fauna asked, hopefully. "No, no, some um, said his name is Anthony Carrecci," Harriet said. "Oh," a dejected Fauna said, and then pulled her robe round herself a little tighter. Fauna listened to Anthony babble and stammer and smiled sadly when he finally got around to asking her to go to the Sweethearts Dance with him. "Oh, Anthony, that's so sweet of you but I don't..." she started to say. "Look," Anthony said forcefully, losing his stammer to anger. "I know, I'm not Scott Boudreaux, or Ronnie Edwards, or even Roger Leland, you know? But you know what? I'd treat you a whole lot better than any of them guys would, you know? I mean, they always go out with the cheerleaders, and they get them and it don't even make a damn to them. Me? I think you're perfect. I'd know that I was with the most beautiful girl in the whole damned school, and even if I ain't the best looking guy there, I'd treat you like a goddess, you know?" "Okay," Fauna whispered. "What?" Anthony asked. "I said 'okay,'" Fauna said. "Yes!" Anthony said, giving a fist pump. The anger gone, Anthony again lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. "Um, okay, well, I'll see you tomorrow?" Fauna said and Anthony excused himself. ---- Terri did find a pale green dress at Abdul's and promised to do extra chores around the house to help pay for the expensive gown. "And do something with that hair," her mother demanded. "Okay," Terri agreed. "What? Why? I like her hair like that," Connie said. "You pay for this dress?" Sheila Langmeyer asked her dislike of her daughter's best friend evident. "Um, no ma'am, Connie said. "When you're paying for her clothes, then you can tell her what you like and don't like," Sheila said. Connie picked out a dress as well; Jared Thompson had asked her and she agreed. "Jared? He still on probation?" Terri asked under her breath. "Yeah; be another three or four months before he gets his driver's license back," Connie whispered back. "I'll ask Scott if y'all can double with us," Terri promised. ---- Scott watched, mildly interested, as Fauna entered the classroom and took her usual seat next to Jenna. Flowers in the Heart Pt. 02 "The midget's back," Megan sneered. Both Roger and Scott made a point of looking at Ronnie's crotch, then high-fiving each other. "Hey, ass holes!" Ronnie protested. ---- "Yeah, he's taking Terri to the dance," Jenna snarled, glancing over at Scott. "That's nice," Fauna whispered. "But Anthony's um," Jenna said then balked. "He's a really sweet guy and he was nice enough to ask me," Fauna said forcefully. "Yeah, um, want me to see if y'all can double date with me and Glen?" Jenna asked. "No, that's all right," Fauna said. "Anthony says he'll take care of that." ---- Anthony did not need to double date with Jenna and Glen; he was going all out for this date. His father, thoroughly disgusted with his overweight, acne prone progeny, didn't even look up from the computer screen when Anthony approached him. "No kidding, a date for the Sweethearts Dance, that's great," his father said absently as he tracked a penny stock that looked promising. "Um, yeah, so um, I need to go get a tux and a..." Anthony said. "Here, need more, come get me," Mr. Carrecci said and thrust a wad of bills into Anthony's hand. He clicked on the 'BUY' icon and rapidly typed in the share amount he wished to purchase. Anthony left the room and counted out nineteen one hundred dollar bills. He stuffed half of the bills into his lockbox and left his room. "Going to the tux shop," he called out. "Uh huh," Mr. Carrecci said and clicked on the 'SELL' icon on another stock he owned. ---- "Hey, what's up?" Scott smiled as Anthony waddled into the tuxedo shop. "Not much, not much, you?" Anthony said. "So, um, she said 'yes,' huh?" Scott asked and smiled as Andy, the shop manager walked over toward them. "Yeah, um, hey, mind if I ask, um, why'd y'all break up?" Anthony asked. "Ask her," was all Scott would say on the subject. "Yeah, well, um, Terri? She ain't half bad, you know?" Anthony said weakly. "Yeah, whatever," Scott shrugged. "So, um, you, um, y'all are welcome to um, to come with Fauna and me; I'm getting us a limousine, you know?" Anthony offered. "Thanks, but Terri's already roped me into chauffeuring her and Jared and Connie around," Scott complained as Andy began measuring him. ---- Jenna complained bitterly to Glen about the break-up of Fauna and Scott. "Hey, Jenna, they, um, they are perfectly capable of taking care of themselves, you know?" Glen finally interrupted her. "They really don't need us fixing everything for them, you know?" "Well, yeah, but it just ain't right," Jenna complained, undeterred. Glen sighed, not bothering to cover the mouthpiece of his cell phone. "You fuck that little pussy yet?" Rusty sneered as Jenna prattled on and on. "Mom!" Jenna screamed for her mother to come protect her. "Huh? He even plays with them titties, or he too much a faggot even notice you got them?" Rusty continued his taunts. "I got to go," Jenna spat into the telephone. "Okay," Glen sighed in relief. Jenna slammed the telephone down and glared at Rusty before flouncing out of the living room. ---- Scott, Terri, Megan, and Ronnie sat in A Touch of Sicily, picking at the remains of the large Supreme. "Damn, got enough mushrooms, huh?" Ronnie complained. "Best part of the pizza," Scott said. "Yeah, I like them," Terri concurred, clutching possessively onto Scott's arm. "Oh, great, here comes your sister and her home boy," Megan said nastily to Ronnie. She smirked at the darkly scowling Ronnie. "So do your parents like having a daughter that's fucking a n*gger?" she asked, not expecting an answer. She laughed at Ronnie's even darker scowl, and then pasted a smile on her face as Connie and Jared came into the restaurant. Scott watched as she and Terri loudly and shrilly greeted Connie and Jared, insisting that they join them. He watched as Megan chattered and laughed with Jared, despite her comments about him just moment earlier. He looked at Terri, and at Connie, and wondered if they talked about him behind his back. He knew Megan did; his refusal to be upset over their break-up had not sat well with her. He knew Ronnie did; he was far too competitive to let anyone else get ahead of him. Ronnie's main priority was Ronnie, and fucks anyone else that even looked like a threat. Being equally as handsome, beige equally as athletic, and actually having a better Grade Point Average, Scott knew that Ronnie constantly looked for ways he could best Scott. Resentment began to well up inside of him, but Scott pasted a smile on his face and responded appropriately to Terri's touches and teases. "Three more days, Baby!" Terri enthused. "Uh huh," Scott agreed. Uh yeah, um, yeah, um, hey, Scott, my man, talk to you real quick?" Jared motioned with his head to a corner of the restaurant. "Sure," Scott said and got to his feet. "Um, hey, um, look, it's like this, all right?" Jared hemmed and hawed and finally approached the subject of borrowing a few bucks to help pay for the Sweethearts Dance expenses. "Man, look, huh?" Scott said, almost bitterly. "Ain't like this was some big surprise, huh you been knowing about this dance for what? Two weeks already??" "Yeah, I know, but my man, see it's like this," Jared tried to be hip, slick, and cool, while begging for money. "Dude, you weren't even going to chip in anything for gas?" Scott asked. "Dude, I'm telling you, soon as my mom comes up with the scratch, I catch you for all of that," Jared promised. "Aw come on, man; you are kidding me," Scott grumbled. "We'll see, that's all I'm saying. We'll see." "Aw yeah, you my man, I knew you'd come through for me, dog," Jared smiled widely. "You about ready?" Scott asked Terri as he grabbed the check for their dinner. As he drove her home, she asked what Jared had wanted. Scott saw no reason to lie; he was not worried about Jared's pride or dignity. It was obvious that Jared wasn't worried about Jared's pride or dignity. "You are fucking joking!" Terri blew up. "Wait just one fucking minute!" She dug her cell phone out and punched a number. "Connie, hey, it's me, want to know what your boyfriend just tried to do?" Terri spat out. Scott didn't really listen to the conversation as he drove Terri to the small house she and her parents lived in. Terri ended the conversation when Scott pulled up into the driveway. "Connie already gave him three hundred bucks; it was supposed to go to the Sweethearts Dance but I guess Mister Jared thought getting three hundred dollars worth of meth was more fucking important," Terri spat out, mean face made all the more mean by her anger. "I kind of thought that was what was going on," Scott shrugged. He didn't really care; he just wanted to drop Terri off, go home, do his homework and go to sleep. "Good night, love you," Terri declared. If she noticed that Scott did not return her declaration of love, she did not let it show as she smiled and waved from the front door of her home. ---- Fauna squealed excitedly as her new wig came in. "Just in time!" she said happily. "Yeah, and according to this, the cap is made of that polymer; you should be able to put this on yourself, instead of me always having to do it," Harriet agreed. "Let's see," Fauna said and eagerly removed her wig. "Hmm, might need a little practice," Harriet said as Fauna wrestled with the mass of soft brown curls. "How's that?" Fauna asked, when she'd finally gotten it situated. "Mighty cute," Harriet agreed. The curls did frame Fauna's small pale face, giving her large brown eyes even more depth. Her happy smile made Harriet smile as well; Fauna had not smiled since that night she had revealed her truth to Scott. "And your dress is ready; Miss Bobbi said we can pick it up whenever we want," Harriet said. "Thank you, Momma," Fauna said sincerely. ---- Jared cursed and muttered and mumbled as he and Connie finished their medium pineapple and Canadian bacon pizza. "Fucking hates this shit," Jared complained as he picked a pineapple chunk off of the slice. "YOU buy it, YOU get whatever the fuck YOU want," Connie glared at him. "I buy it, I get what I want." "Can't believe that mother fucking cracker ass jump up and snitch on me, what kind of punk ass pussy is that, huh?" Jared muttered under his breath. "He didn't," Connie said. "Girlfriend did." "Same shit!" Jared exclaimed. "I tell you something, you turn around tell everybody, same as I did it, feel me?" "It is not; you're just being stupid," Connie said dismissively. Their waitress smiled tightly, making sure to put as much space between her and Jared as possible, without being overly obvious about it. "Now, did you get the flowers? Or did that end up with all the other stuff?" Connie glared as she dropped a twenty dollar bill onto the small tray. "Um, yeah, yeah, I got your flowers," Jared lied. "What color?" Connie challenged. "Fuck, I don't remember, all right?" Jared said. "Here, here's twenty; my dress is pale blue," Connie said and slapped a twenty dollar bill on the table, making sure to .place it on top of Jared's small pile of pineapple chunks. She looked at him, daring him to say anything. She knew that he had planned on fucking her the night of the Sweethearts Dance. He had told her of his intentions and she had agreed; Sweethearts Dance would be the right time to consummate their love for each other. No more hand jobs and finger fucking; they would go all the way and give themselves to each other. It did bother her slightly that Jared did not use the word 'love,' even when she asked him point blank if he loved her. It did bother her that he called it 'fucking' and not making love.' But it bothered her much more that he used her, used her for her money, and her status as a cheerleader, and her blonde hair and white skin. "And they better come from Annie's, on nineteen, and not out of your grandmother's back yard, you hear?" Connie hissed angrily at him. "Uh huh," he said, gingerly picking up the twenty dollar bill. "And you better get some condoms; I am not taking ANY chances on THAT," Connie said. "What? It your first time, you can't..." Jared said. "You cannot honestly believe that; I know you ain't that stupid," Connie said, finishing her drink. They got up. Connie pushed him away when he tried to kiss her; she wasn't fooled. It was no display of affection; Jared was just showing off for the two waitresses. ---- Friday morning, nearly everyone was chattering excitedly about the Sweethearts Dance. Even the few 'fringe' students, the ones that were too cool to get excited about anything, seemed to be swept up into the pageantry of the Sweethearts Dance. "Okay, I made reservations for seven of us at Bombay's for six thirty tomorrow night," Scott announced as he took his seat. "Seven? But there's eight of us," Ronnie said, puzzled. "Yeah, first one says 'Ew, I don't like Indian food' can sit out in the car while we eat. And ain't no stopping off at Taco Smell either," Scott said, earning himself a few giggles and a few rolled eyes. "God, what you think they're all giggling about?" Jenna snapped, ugly scowl on full wattage. "Doesn't matter," Fauna said quietly, giving a quick glance at Scott, then looking away before her tears would come again. She had been in love with Scott Boudreaux ever since she knew what love is. Each day that slowly ticked by, he grew more and more handsome and she died a little more inside. She realized, slightly embarrassed, that she had not even masturbated since that awful night when Momma made her tell him the truth. A burst of laughter rang out from their corner and she again looked at Scott. She wished she hadn't. "Miss Langmeyer, keep your hands to yourself!" Sister Theresa said loudly. "Yes ma'am," Terri said, disentangling herself from Scott. "I will get you for that," Terri promised him. "Yeah, yeah, don't write checks your ass can't cash," Scott smiled. Fauna almost lost the fight against the tears. She wanted to hold Scotty again, to kiss him, and to take him into her mouth and love him until he filled her mouth with his seed. "What a skank," Jenna said, hopefully loudly enough for Terri to hear. Chapter 6 "I do wish you were going with that Fauna; such a beautiful girl," Linda again commented as Scott and Glen mugged for her digital camera. "Yeah, well I'm not, so get over it, huh?" Scott said, abruptly leaving the room. He returned a moment later, holding the corsage box. "What time you getting home?" Linda asked. "In time for church, I guess," Scott shrugged and left the house. "You know why he's taking someone else?" Linda asked her oldest son. "No, not really," Glen said, shrugging his shoulders. "Well, have fun, don't stay out too late," Linda smiled as she brushed an imaginary piece of lint from Glen's tuxedo. ---- "Fucking flowers cost thirty two, not twenty," Jared hissed angrily to Connie as he pinned the flowers onto her dress. "Aw, too bad, had to spend a little of your own money? Poor baby," Connie hissed back. Next to them, Ronnie and Megan stood, enjoying the animosity between Jared and Connie. "Okay, come on now, Connie! Really! Could you just try to smile?" Mr. Edwards said as he fiddled with his old camera. "Come on, everybody, get in tight now, Ronnie, put that finger down before I break it off, you hear?" "Okay, come on, we got to pick up Roger, then Hillary; see y'all at Bombay's," Ronnie said after he could again see; Mr. Edwards' flash was intense. "Aw, now look at this," Mr. Edwards complained as the picture came into focus. "Ronnie, you and Megan, y'all get on the other side; that lamp washed out the whole picture." ---- Anthony kept up a babbling conversation with the driver until they pulled up in front of the Davendorf home. "NO sir, let me," the driver said and got out of the car. He walked rapidly around and opened the car door for Anthony. "Now, you're supposed to let ME open and close the door; make it look like you ride in limos all the time," he whispered to Anthony. "And when you bring that young lady out, you let her get in first, got it?" "Yes sir," Anthony said. And when we get to the restaurant? You move to the jump seat," the driver pointed to the seat that faced the rear. "That way, she gets out first, then you." "Oh, okay, um, yes sir," Anthony answered. "And no more talking to me, okay? Your one hundred percent attention needs to be focused on her; I'm not even here, hear?" the driver went on. "Yes sir," Anthony agreed. "Now, go get them, tiger," the driver encouraged. "Can't wait to see what the fuck that lard ass managed to drag up," the driver muttered under his breath as the young man waddled up the sidewalk. He wished, for the hundredth time that day, that he had not quit smoking. He knew he'd be sitting out here for at least thirty minutes, waiting for the obligatory photographs and the small talk, before lard ass and lard ass's date would lumber out the small house. He snickered to himself, wondering if they'd be better served to just find a nice patch of grass for the two cows to graze on, rather than going to the restaurant. "Cut it out; that ain't right," he chided himself. He used to be quite large himself, until a sweet young lady smiled at him. "Uh huh, even got me to quit smoking, fucking bitch," he smiled to himself. Inside the house, Anthony was trying his best not to look like an idiot. It was difficult, though. Fauna literally took his breath away. Her hair had been done into several curls, her make-up was done to enhance her deep brown eyes, and her ivory colored dress squeezed her just right, enhancing her small chest and slim waist, as well as her small backside. Um, oh yeah! Um, these are for you," Anthony finally found his voice and handed a dozen pale pink roses. "Um, you did say that pink was your favorite, right?" "Oh thank you!" Fauna gasped. "Anthony, they're beautiful!" "Not as um, not as beautiful as you," Anthony stammered and blushed hotly. They stood for the few photographs that Harriet insisted on and then walked out to the limousine. "Well, paint my nails and slap my face!" the driver said as he spotted Fauna coming out of the house. "Good evening, Ma'am," he said, doffing his cap, and then opening the door for Fauna. "Thank you," Fauna smiled at the driver. "You are welcome, ma'am," the driver said. "Wow!" he muttered to Anthony, earning a beaming smile from Anthony. He ran around the car and got into the driver's seat. "Sir, the button to the right, on the door handles? That is the intercom button. You just press that when you wish to speak to me. I am raising the privacy screen to give you your privacy now," the driver said, and raised the opaque panel between the driver's compartment and the passenger compartment. "Wow, this is nice," Fauna said as they whisked away toward Radcliffe's, the trendy, over-priced restaurant in DeGarde, Louisiana. "If I could, I'd take you every day in this," Anthony said sincerely. ---- Scott tried to keep his face bland as he stood in the Langmeyer home. Sheila Langmeyer had several cats; Terri and Mr. Langmeyer couldn't give him an exact head count of the cats. The smell was overwhelming; there were several litter boxes everywhere. "Do you like cats, Scott?" Sheila smiled. "Oh yes ma'am," Scott said, smiling. "That's why I eat at Hop Kim's all the time. Taste just likes chicken." "Scott!" Terri gasped, laughing, and slapped his arm, hard. "Like them better fried, get off of me, mangy beast," Mr. Langmeyer said, tossing a cat off of his lap. "Hmmph!" Sheila sniffed, not finding anything amusing about Scott's comment, or her husband's comment. "Well, y'all have fun," Mr. Langmeyer said, waving them out. "You know my mom will like NEVER forget you said that," Terri giggled as they got into the car. "Like I fucking care," Scott thought to himself, but smiled and shrugged his shoulders for Terri's benefit. At the Edwards' home, they endured Mr. Edwards' bumbling with the old Polaroid camera, posing for a picture with Connie and Jared. "Yeah, Ronnie and Megan just ran out of here about ten minutes ago," Mr. Edwards said. "All right now, y'all have fun, boy I remember my Sweethearts Dance, my God, and you know how long ago that was?" "Uh yeah, yeah, y'all had what? Lawrence Welk playing that?" Scott asked. "Uh huh, no, not really. We had a bunch of guys just pounding rocks together; we didn't have any of that music stuff y'all got today, smarty pants," Mr. Edwards smirked at Scott. "Aw now look; now that's a good picture!" "Helps having me in it," Terri said smugly as they left the house. "Be nice," Connie hissed at Jared as Jared made a point to ignore Scott. "What?" Jared hissed back. "Mother Fucker ain't nothing but a punk ass snitch; I got to act like he's my boy?" "No, you got to act like I'm your girlfriend and you're happy to be with me," Connie hissed back. "He is being nice enough to give us a ride, least you could do is be grateful." "Uh huh, I get my license back, all them mother fuckers just kiss my ass, feel me?" Jared said and made sure to get in on Terri's side of the car, further avoiding any contact with Scott. ---- "Jenna, really?" Glen sighed as they looked over the menu. "Really? I don't give a shit what Fauna's doing, all right?" "She's my best friend and..." Jenna twisted her face into a scowl. "I am well aware of that, but she is not here, I am. She is not paying for this, I am, she is not taking you to the Sweethearts Dance, and I am. And yet, you're not saying a damned thing to me; you're just talking about her," Glen sighed. "Jenna, talk to me, I am right here." Flowers in the Heart ---- "What Mass you go to?" she asked as he pulled in front of her house. "Usually eleven o'clock," he said. "You?" "Nine, then I can just come home and do nothing at all," she said. "Yeah, well, me and Glen, he's my older brother; we usually go to mass, then grab a pizza at Sicily's and then watch the Saints kick some ass," Scott said. "Ew, football?" Fauna said and made gagging sounds. "Shut up; I like football," he laughed and kissed her. "Um, ookay then, guess I'll see you at school," she said and opened her car door. He carried her bags to the front door and again was greeted by the tired looking Mrs. Davendorf. "Hello Scott," she said through tight lips. "Hi Mrs. Davendorf, nice to see you again," he cheerfully said. "You, you've got a pile of homework not going to do itself," the woman snapped at Fauna and stomped away. "Guess I better get," Scott said and quickly kissed Fauna on the lips. "Off gallivanting the whole day, don't even bother telling me what time you'll be home," Mrs. Davendorf snapped at Fauna the moment the front door was shut. "Momma, I told you where we were and you never said be home at any time," Fauna snapped back. "But I didn't think it'd be the whole day!" Mrs. Davendorf yelled back. ---- "Dude, we ain't even out the driveway and she's telling me she ain't putting out and she ain't sucking dick and I ain't getting no feels," Glen complained to Scott. "Dude what you expect?" Scott smiled as he put on his dress shoes. "I expect a LITTLE something, you know?" Glen complained. "Did you get a kiss good night?" Scott asked and straightened up. "Well, yeah, but..." Glen said. "More than you got last week, huh?" Scott said and punched his brother's arm. "Yeah but, didn't cost me nineteen dollars either," Glen said. Linda hurried down the hall, putting on her earrings. "Come on, you two," she barked. They got into the mini van and good naturedly bickered back and forth as they drove to church. "Come on, Scott, no mushrooms; I hate mushrooms," Glen whined as they solidified their plans to order pizza after church. "Pick them off, God, you big baby," Scott smirked as they got out of the van. "I hate mushrooms too," Jenna said and smiled up at Glen. "Hey, Fauna said, smiling up at Scott. "You like mushrooms?" Scott asked her and she hesitated. "They're okay, but I can live without them," Fauna said. "Three against one; you're not getting any mushrooms," Linda said, smiling to the two girls. "Hi, I'm Linda Boudreaux, their big sister." "Whatever," Scott rolled his eyes. "Then why you keep making us call you 'Mom,' huh?" "Because you need some manners," Linda said and pinched Scott's arm. "Come on; it's cold out here," Jenna demanded, taking Glen's arm and dragging him to the church. "Mom, this is Fauna; my girlfriend," Scott introduced the two. "You're what?" Fauna asked, mouth opened in shock. "My, um, my girlfriend, I guess," Scott stammered. He thought to himself that Fauna was extremely hard to understand. Very loving, very affectionate, then freezing when he put his hand on her leg. Showing up at church for the late Mass when she said she went to the earlier one, then getting upset when he introduced her as his girlfriend. "Oh my God!" she screamed out loud and then hugged Scot in a frantic bear hug. "Really? I'm your girlfriend?" "Looks like it," Linda smiled to her son and walked toward the church. "I always wanted to be your girlfriend; you remember that first day at school?" Fauna babbled happily as they walked toward the church. (He did remember that first day; Sister Angela called the roll and Scott's ears perked up when he heard the name 'Davendorf' called out. There had been a classmate, Sean Davendorf, when he was a student at Saint Richard's, but Sean had developed a brain tumor when they were in the sixth grade, and Scott never saw him again. He had sent a few 'Get-well-soon' cards to the hospital, then Sean and his family moved to Houston, for more treatment and he never heard anything more. "Hey, you know a kid named Sean?" Scott asked the small girl when the bell rang. "Sean Davendorf? He was at Saint Richard, then he got real sick, brain tumor, I think and then I have never seen him again." "Yeah, I know him," she said quietly, looking up at him. "Yeah, what ever happened to him? He was just running over and then he grabbed his head and screamed and fell to the ground and they came and got him in an ambulance and..." Scott prattled. "He died," Fauna said, cutting Scott's cheerful rambling. "He, he what?" Scott asked, tears suddenly springing to his eyes. "He died," Fauna repeated, looking up into his brown eyes. "God damn it!" Scott said, tears streaming down his face. "It's just not fair!") Scott felt a few tears come to his eyes as he remembered the small boy that had been his friend for only a few days, then was taken away. "And you were crying, even though you didn't really even know Sean and I were like, 'oh my God, I just love him!'" Fauna said as they entered the building. They joined Glen and Jenna and Scott couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Jenna was running her mouth, a mile a minute, ordering Glen around. His brother was terminally shy; Glen's stuttering, although slight, was enough to isolate him from his peers. It had taken quite a bit of courage for him to pick up the five hundred pound telephone and call the girl and ask for a date, even though Scott assured him the girl wanted him to call her. "Looks like Jenna's happy," Fauna whispered to Scott. "How about you?" Scott asked Fauna. "Are you happy?" "Ecstatic," she smiled up at him, playfully punctuating easy syllable of ecstatic with a finger poke in his stomach. Linda found another pew to sit on; knowing her two sons didn't need their mother ruining their good time. She did sit behind them, though, so she could make sure that they behaved themselves in church. She saw Megan and Megan's parents enter the church. She smiled politely in greeting to them and was happy when they selected another pew to sit at. Linda had not liked Megan at all and found her to be a mirror of her parents. They were only concerned with themselves and gave little to no thought to anyone else's happiness or comfort. Linda looked over at her two sons and the two girls that sat with the boys. Neither girl had taken their eyes off of the boys; Jenna's mouth was still going, but even as she bossed Glen, she smiled happily up at him. Chapter 3 Scott and Fauna sat in the front seat of his car, kissing hotly. The windows of his car were steamed up from the heat the two were generating. "Oh, God!" Fauna groaned as Scott's lips nuzzled her neck and his fingers teased and tweaked her sensitive nipples. She sucked another kiss from his lips then pushed herself away from him. She looked into his lust filled eyes. "I want to, oh God, Baby, I need to do this," she gasped. In the three weeks that they'd been dating, this was the furthest he'd gotten with the dainty young lady. He knew, though, that any movement on his part would stop the entire process. She seemed to be deathly afraid of him touching her but it had been her that had put his hands inside of her lace blouse. It had been her that urged him to reach underneath her bra to play with her very small breasts. She looked around the front seat, then looked at the back seat and seemed to make up her mind. "Need you to get out and come around, okay?" she whispered, then sat down in the passenger seat and used the lever to ease the seat back as far as it would go. He opened the door and she shrieked as the cold January wind blasted them. "Hurry up!" she shrilled at him. Scott got out and ran around to her side of the car. "Quick, get in!" she ordered. He did and she got in, kneeling down on the floorboard between his legs. "Close the door, hurry up!" she shrilled. "Damn it's cold!" "Fauna, what are you doing?" he questioned as she hugged herself to warm herself up. "I um, Scott, I don't want to, you know, go all the way, um, I mean, that's got to be for something real special, but I know I've been kind of, well, I don't want you to get all mad at me and call me a prick tease and I know that's kind of what I'm being and..." Fauna babbled as she leaned up and kissed him hotly. Her small hands rested squarely on his thighs while she kissed him, then she squatted down on the floorboard of the car again and reached for his zipper. "Do you love me?" she asked, looking up into his eyes. "Yes, but Fauna, you don't have to..." Scott said. "I know that, Baby, but I want to," she whispered and struggled slightly with his snap, then smiled in triumph as she managed to get it undone. "Oh my God!" she gasped when she freed his cock from his briefs. "Oh my God! I, oh, Baby! It's so beautiful!" Her small hands cradled his throbbing erection and she kissed it reverently on its mushroom shaped head. She closed her eyes and stuck her tongue out and licked all around the mushroom shaped head. She took his testicles in her left hand and groaned as she tested the weight of them. She lowered her head an inch and licked all around the shaft of his cock, just underneath his head. Inch after inch of his seven inch cock received her loving tongue bath, until she reached the base of his cock. Then she took one of his testicles into her mouth and gave it a loving, almost painful suck. The other testicle received equal treatment, then she began to swipe her tongue all around his cock again, working her way back up to the head. When she reached the head of it, she took the entire head into her mouth and bobbed down an inch and backed off. Then she bobbed her head forward two inches and again backed off. Three, then four inches disappeared into her mouth and she opened her eyes and looked up at him. One small hand cradled his testicles, the other hand stroked the exposed length of his shaft until she had bobbed her head up and down enough times to have him all the way in her mouth. "Oh, shit!" Scott groaned as she began to hum around his cock. "Ugh!" she grunted and groaned and shuddered for a long moment, closing her eyes in bliss. "Uh, oh, damn it, Fauna, Baby!" Scott tried to warn her. She screamed around the head of his cock as he filled her mouth with his hot seed. She swallowed it as quickly as he pumped it into her and continued to suck until he went limp in her mouth. "Oh my God! Oh Scott! I love it!" she screamed happily. "Oh my God!" Megan had sucked his cock, but had never let him come in her mouth. Megan had put his cock into her mouth, bobbed once or twice, then flopped onto her back demanding that he return the favor. Of course, he had to return the favor until she came. "But Fauna had made love to his cock, loved it with her mouth and hands. "What about you?" Scott asked Fauna as she sat between his legs, gasping for breath. "What about me?" she dreamily asked him. "Um, don't you want me to do you now?" he asked. "No!" she shrilled, then quieted down slightly. "No, Baby, I had an orgasm; you should see the crotch of my jeans! No, no, I don't need you to do me." They sat quietly, each catching their breath, until Fauna looked at her dainty wrist watch. "Oh damn, Baby, it's getting pretty late," she said. "Um, okay, give me a minute," Scott said, trying to stuff himself back in his jeans. "No, chop chop, let's go," she demanded and giggled as he playfully stuck his middle finger out, in her face. "Oh my God," Fauna repeated to herself a few times as they drove toward her house. "See you in church tomorrow?" Scott asked her. "I don't know; Jenna's kind of mad at Glen right now," Fauna admitted. "Jeez, what did that dumb ass do now?" Scott sighed. "I'm not sure, really; something about not calling her last night or something," Fauna admitted. "What? You're joking, right?" he asked. "Nope, sorry," she shrugged. "Oh come on, get real!" he exclaimed. "Baby, I know this is kind of stupid, but Glen's like, Jenna's first boyfriend ever and..." Fauna said. "So? I'm your first boyfriend and you don't act all stupid and shit if I forget to call you, do you?" Scott asked. "No, It would hurt my feelings, but I'd have to understand you probably have something else going on or something," Fauna admitted. After a few more kisses, Fauna grabbed his cock ands gave it a squeeze. "Damn! I can't wait to suck it again!" she confessed to him, then opened her car door. "Here, let me..." Scott said and got out of the car. "Whew!" Fauna complained as the cold wind cut into them. "Good night," Scott said as she opened the door of the small house. "Good night; I love you," Fauna said then closed the door quickly. "Did I just hear you say you love him?" Fauna's mother demanded. "Yes, I do love him; he's the most wonderful..." Fauna defended. "Uh huh; and have you told him yet?" Mrs. Davendorf asked, glaring into Fauna's eyes. "No ma'am but..." Fauna argued. ---- Glen looked at Scott incredulously when Scott relayed that Jenna was mad at him for not calling her. "Dude, didn't have nothing to talk about!" Glen defended. "Doesn't matter," Scott told his older brother. "SHE might have had something to talk about." "Fine, fine, I'll call the stupid bitch," Glen grumbled. "Glen Aaron Boudreaux!" Linda yelled. "Did I just hear you call that girl a bitch?" "No," Glen denied hotly. "I called her a stupid bitch." "Glen!" Linda shrilled indignantly. "But Mom!" Glen argued. "Listen to me," Linda hissed, digging her fingernails into Glen's upper arm "That little girl's madly in love, probably for the very first time in her life and, yes, she probably does make some pretty stupid demands, you just have to understand..." Scott shook his head and left mother and son alone. "Fine, fine," Glen said and stomped down the hallway to get his cell phone. "Scott lay in his bed, replaying the unbelievable blow job he'd gotten just a few minutes ago. The way her tongue felt as it swiped all over his cock, the way her small hands had kneaded his balls, the way she kept milking his cock with her throat muscles. "Hey Baby, sorry I didn't call you last night, you know? Just kind of felt like, maybe I'm you know, getting to be too much all over you," Glen murmured into the phone. Within minutes, Jenna had forgiven him and was happily monopolizing the conversation, happily giggling and chattering. "God damn, I could go eat dinner, watch a movie, take a dump, then come back and she'd still be talking," Glen thought to himself as Jenna rambled on non-stop. "Oh, no, no, it's all right; go ahead, get that," Glen gladly told Jenna when Fauna's phone number popped up in her caller ID. "No, no, it's all right; I'll see you at church tomorrow?" "No, you come pick me up, okay?" Jenna demanded. "Fine, fine, see you at ten thirty," Glen agreed, grateful to finally get off the phone with her. ---- "You did WHAT?" Jenna screeched as Fauna quietly described performing oral sex on Scott. "Oh my God, it was so beautiful!" Fauna sighed, rolling back and forth on her bed, enjoying the feeling of the soft silk sheets against her bare skin. "Are you serious?" Jenna gasped as Fauna elaborated. "I swear, it has to be at least ten, maybe even twelve inches long!" Fauna whispered. "Oh, hey listen, I won't be coming to get you for church tomorrow," Jenna said, suddenly changing the subject. "What? Why not?" Fauna said. "Just because you're fighting with Glen don't mean..." "No, no, he's coming to pick me up for church," Jenna said smugly. "Oh, good!" Fauna sighed. "I'm so glad you two made up." "Yeah, me too," Jenna sighed. "Don't tell no one, not even Scott, but I'm so in love with Glen." "Yeah, I told Scott I love him too," Fauna admitted. After nearly another hour of talking and giggling, the two best friends hung up. Fauna reached down and began to slowly, lazily masturbate, replaying the loving she'd given to Scott's magnificent cock. "Oh God!" she groaned as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She licked her fingers clean of her stickiness, then shrugged on her favorite nightgown and got ready for bed. ---- Linda couldn't help but smirk as Glen left early to go pick Jenna up for church. "And where's your little girlfriend?" she finally asked Scott. "Home, I guess; she and her mom go to nine o'clock," Scott shrugged. "Oh, not going to see her today?" Linda asked. "This could be the most important game of the regular season, Tampa Gay Flipping Queers," Scott said, already excited about the game. "Who?" Linda asked. "Tampa Bay Buccaneers," Scott said. "See if we beat them and Atlanta loses, then if Chicago beats..." Linda tuned out the rest of Scott's monologue; she hadn't liked football when she was a child, hadn't liked it when she was a cheerleader, hadn't liked it when she and Bobby, Glen and Scott's father, had been married, and still didn't like it. "Uh huh," she said and herded him out the door. ---- "Hi Ms. Boudreaux; Scott here?" Fauna chirped. "Ass on the couch, shoving a mushroom pizza in his face," Linda smiled at the girl. "Ew, mushrooms?" Fauna said, miming sticking her finger down her throat. "Don't know where he gets it from, that's for sure, oh isn't that a pretty sweater?" Linda said and ushered the diminutive girl into the living room. "Oh thank you!" Fauna said and beamed. "Abdul's was having a fifty percent off, and their Petite department is absolutely to die for; I just love their clothes!" "Hey Beautiful," Scott smiled as he caught sight of his girlfriend. "What? What did you call me?" Fauna asked, mouth open in surprise. "Hey Beautiful," Scott repeated. "You think I'm beautiful?" she asked, lips quivering. "Well, yeah; you are," he said, already shifting his attention to the game. "Oh Scott," she sighed, snuggling up to him . "Popcorn's in the microwave," Linda said, putting a glass of ice tea down for Fauna. "Got pizza right here," Scott said, looking at his mother with a puzzled expression. "For Fauna; not everyone likes mushrooms, Scotty," Linda said. "In fact, no one likes mushrooms," she muttered aloud, leaving the room. "Really?" Fauna whispered, batting her eyes at him. "You really think I'm beautiful?" "Yes, Sweetheart; you're beautiful," he assured her and kissed her softly. "Oh, Scotty!" she sighed and wrapped her short arms around him and clung to him very tightly. "Thanks a lot Mom!" Scott yelled. "What?" Linda asked as she carried a large bowl of popcorn into the living room. "Now she's calling me Scotty!" Scott complained. "Uh huh," Linda smirked as Fauna giggled at her boyfriend's consternation. ---- "Damn it, Jenna!" Glen finally hissed. "Please! Shut up!" She looked at him, shocked, and blinked back tears. "Baby, please!" he said, taking her face into his hands. "You don't have to talk all the time, do you?" "Well, no, I guess not but..." she stammered, trying hard not to cry. "You ever think I might want to say something?" he asked her. "Well, yeah, but..." she said, trying to twist her face away from him. "Really, Baby, Every now and then, I might want to..." Glen said. "Really? Honestly? I'm so afraid if I'm not talking you might say you don't want to be with me no more and you're my boyfriend and I really really love you and I'm so in love with you and then you'll just break up with me and..." Jenna started up again with her rambling monologue. "Shut Up!" Glen commanded and kissed her. "Please, Jenna! Just shut up!" The lights dimmed and the intolerably loud previews began. Flowers in the Heart "See?" he said. "The movies getting ready to start. "No it's not; there's at least an hour of these stupid previews and..." Jenna started running her mouth again. "Jenna, if you don't shut up," he threatened and pulled her out of her seat, pulling her onto his lap. "I swear to God, I'm going to bite you!" "Really?" she asked, snuggling up to him. "I just don't want you to not like me and I'm so afraid if I shut up..." "I love you," he whispered in her ear. "I love you a whole lot. Okay?" "Okay, I'll shut up," she giggled, safe and happy in his embrace. "Thank God!" he said and kissed the top of her head. ---- Fauna had her sweater and bra off and Scott played with her almost flat chest and very hard nipples. "Oh!" she sighed and shoved her small tongue into his mouth, then brazenly grabbed his throbbing erection. "About how long it takes your mom to do her groceries?" she whispered in his ear. "About an hour, I guess," he whispered back. "Oh, God, Scotty!" she whimpered as he took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked hotly at it. "I want to..." she whispered in his ear as she unzipped his jeans and worked his cock out. "Baby, oh!" he said as she slithered off of the couch and knelt down in front of him. Her small mouth went immediately to the head of his cock. She began to lick rapidly at his sensitive cock head while her small hands began to jack his cock quickly. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on the head, hard. "We need to be finished before your mom gets back," she needlessly explained as she released his cock with an audible 'pop.' She then began to suck and jack his cock frantically. "Fauna, I'm going to, oh, shit!" Scott warned, then began to pump stream after stream into her hot, wet mouth. "Oh, Scotty, I love the way you taste," she sighed with genuine pleasure when he finally ceased pumping his seed into her mouth. "I do it good?" she asked when she'd put her bra and sweater back on. "Yeah, Baby, you were great," Scott mumbled, not even reacting to a Reggie Bush fumble. "Who's winning?" Linda asked as she carried the first bag into the house. "Me," Scott said and Fauna laughed out loud and slapped him on his arm. "Think you can pry your butt off the couch and go get the rest of the groceries?" Linda asked, not paying any attention to the two teenagers. "I'll help her put the stuff away," Fauna decided. "It's too cold outside." ---- "What a pussy," Rusty Charles sneered as Glen drove away. "He is not!" Jenna protested hotly, despising her step-father even more than she already did. "Uh huh, know a pussy when I see one," Rusty sneered and popped the top of yet another beer. "And that boy is one big ass, cock sucking, dress wearing pussy." "I hate you," she hissed at him. "You turn up here all knocked up, your ass is out of here, you hear?" Rusty yelled as Jenna slammed her bedroom door shut. He envisioned what the unattractive girl would look like, belly all swollen with a baby, large breasts even larger, filled with milk, and got a shaky erection. Marie Charles meekly came into the living room, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. "Roast is almost ready," she timidly said. "You hear what I told your slut daughter, huh?" Rusty demanded. "No, what?" Marie asked, not bothering to defend her daughter's virtue. "Told her she shows up pregnant, her ass is out of my house," Rusty sneered and smiled nastily as he noticed that his cock was as erect as it had been in months. "It's my house," Marie thought to herself but scampered back into the kitchen to finish their dinner. ---- That girl is the sweetest little thing," Linda told Scott when he returned from driving Fauna home. "I swear to God, after that Megan Campion you were with..." "Uh huh," Scott smiled. "I'm serious; she even helped put groceries up; Megan wouldn't have moved her butt off that couch," Linda went on. "Yeah, Mom, I know," Scott smiled and opened the refrigerator. "Uh uh, I'm cooking," Linda warned. "And you; where you been all day?" Linda asked Glen when he came into the house. "Movies with Jenna," Glen shrugged. "What'd you see?" Scott asked. "Top of her head," Glen mouthed to Scott and the two brothers shared a smile. Out loud he named the romantic comedy that was playing. "What?" Scott asked. "Fauna said they already seen that movie." "I know, dude, that's all I heard was 'oh wait, wait, you're going to love this," Glen rolled his eyes. ---- Fauna sat on the edge of her bed, carefully applying the palest of pink nail polish to her toe nails. Her fingernails already glistened with the acrylic color. On her head, a fluffy towel was wrapped, turban style. Her pink bathrobe hung loosely, framing her pale pink nightgown. "Do all your homework?" her mother asked from the doorway. "Uh huh," Fauna answered, putting the last stroke to her toe nail. "All of it?" her mother asked, suspicious. "Yes ma'am," Fauna said, looking up and looking into her mother's eyes. "Don't know when you had the time; I swear, running all over the place with that Scott boy," her mother grumbled. Fauna ignored her mother and took the towel turban off, revealing her smooth head. Her mother shuddered as Fauna turned around, revealing the red, angry looking scar that ran down her neck, disappearing underneath the yoke of the bathrobe. "Will you help me with my wig, please?" Fauna asked. "Of course," her mother sighed. "There you go," she teased, simply plopping it down on top of Fauna's head. "Mom!" Fauna giggled, stamping her foot. "Seriously, Fauna, you do need to tell him," Mrs. Davendorf said quietly. "The longer you put it off, the worse it's going to be." "I know, but Mom, please," Fauna said, a tear beginning to drift down her cheek. "I've never had a boyfriend before." "The minute, and I do mean the minute it looks like it's getting too serious, you better tell him," Mrs. Davendorf said, waggling a finger at Fauna. "And if you don't, I will." "Yes ma'am," Fauna agreed, hoping that day would never come. Chapter 4 Scott, Jenna, and Fauna watched as Tammy Fontenot put a poster on the wall of the cafeteria. The profoundly hard of hearing girl stood on a chair, stretched as tall as she could, then attached the poster using scotch tape on the corners and then jumped backward and examined her handiwork. How about that, huh?" Scott said as they could clearly read the announcement of the St. Thomas Aquinas Sweethearts Dance. "Ooh! Tell Glen I want to go to that," Jenna demanded. "You?" Megan sneered nastily as she carried her tray to another table where Ronnie waited for her. "Yes me, ass hole," Jenna snapped. "How about you?" Scott asked, nudging Fauna with his foot. "I don't know," Fauna said quietly, eyes wet. Yes she did want to go. Ever since coming to St. Thomas Aquinas in the ninth grade, she'd been dreaming of going to the Sweethearts Dance, of feeling a boy's arms around her, of feeling Scott's arms around her. But her mother was pestering her more and more to tell Scotty. And she knew, the moment she told Scotty, he would be gone. She looked into his beautiful eyes and fought hard against the tears that were welling up. "No, not really," she choked out. Scott wasn't fooled. Fauna had looked at the poster Tammy put up and continued to stare at it long after Tammy had walked away. She put her head down and shoved a forkful of the lasagna (or what the cafeteria called lasagna) into her mouth and swallowed without chewing. "You heard me?" Jenna shrilly demanded of Scott. "Yes, Jenna, I heard you, Brother Dominick heard you and he isn't even in here, Coach Dumas heard you, Everybody heard you," Scott told her. "And?" she said. "And what?" Scott retorted. "You going to tell Glen get me a ticket?" she demanded. "Just one?" he teased her. "You go by yourself?" "You know what I mean!" she squealed. "Wow; they've gone up," Scott said to himself as he looked at the price of the tickets. "That's going to be sixty bucks right there." But he knew they'd get the tickets; Mom didn't begrudge them much and if she did, Dad could always be counted on to send them the bucks. Dad was working on the Alaskan Pipeline and made very good money, being a highly respected and sought after hydraulics engineer. Dad also had a twenty six year old girlfriend, an erotic dancer that worked at the Gold Rush Saloon. Erica had been nineteen when Bobby Boudreaux had swept her off her feet. But a nineteen year old girlfriend and a thirty two year old wife don't often get along. Bobby had decided the wife and two sons and the comfortable home in Louisiana had to go. But he was generous with the alimony, child support, and never seemed to mind whipping out his wallet when either one of his sons called. "So when?" Jenna demanded. "When what, Jenna?" Scott asked. "When you going to tell him?" Jenna demanded. "Soon as I see him," Scott promised. "You better," Jenna threatened. Ronnie was also looking at the cost of the tickets and thinking to himself, "Thirty bucks apiece? Fucking bitch better give up the ass I put out that kind of fucking money on her." Megan had not balked when Ronnie demanded sex; flopping on her back was no great sacrifice, and even sucking Ronnie's cock was no big deal. But Ronnie knew that Scott had fucked both Megan's mouth and pussy. He wanted to be able to claim that he'd been able to get what Scott Boudreaux had not been able to get. He wanted Megan's ass. Ronnie pretended to be Scott's friend, but the truth was, he was extremely competitive with Scott. And while Megan was beautiful, Ronnie resented that Scott had been with her first. ---- Scott and Fauna walked slowly toward Calculus class. "You sure you don't want to go?" Scott asked. "Yes," Fauna said, head hung low. "Uh huh," Scott said, not fooled. "Maybe they don't have the money for a dress and stuff," Scott thought to himself. "I'll go talk with Mrs. Davendorf about it." "Sister Andrea, I don't feel too good," Fauna whispered to the nun and Sister Andrea nodded her assent. "Hey, where're you going?" Scott tried to whisper to Fauna but the girl just gathered her books and quickly left the classroom. Fauna sat in the bathroom and finally allowed the deep racking sobs to come. "God, it's just not fair," she thought to herself. "I really do want to go; it would be the most beautiful night ever. Why God? Why?" ---- Jenna hummed happily to herself as she drove herself home; she would finally be going to the coveted Sweethearts Dance. Four years of wishing she had someone that would ask her and finally, she would be going. She knew Rusty or her mother would not buy her a dress from Babbage's or from Abdul's, but her paternal grandmother would. Her grandmother denied her nothing. The car she was driving was a gift from Grandmother; a 19998 lipstick red Toyota Camry. And there was a promise of a new car when she graduated from high school, and another when she graduated from college. "You need to be the first Jordan to go to college," Grandmother said. "Yes ma'am," Jenna promised. ---- "Oh, God, not that goofy thing, huh?" Glen groaned when Scott told him about the Sweetheart Dance. "Come on, Dude! I didn't go to it when I was there, why the fuck I want to go to it now?" "Watch your mouth," Linda barked, slapping Glen hard on his arm. "You didn't go because you didn't have no one to go with," Scott reminded his big brother. "That's besides the point," Glen argued. "Uh huh, well guess what; you're going now," Scott smirked. "And you," Linda nudged her younger son with her hip. "You got your tickets?" "Yeah, bought them as soon as I could track Tammy down," Scott admitted. "Here, butt hole; you owe me sixty bucks." "Sixty?" Glen yelled. "They were only..." "Times change; they're thirty each now," Scott said. "Here, here," Glen said and slapped three crumpled bills into Scott's outstretched hand. "Uh uh, douche bag; these are three ones. I need three twenties," Scott said, grabbing his brother before Glen could make his escape. "Oh, sorry," Glen smirked. "I thought those were twenties." "What color is Fauna's dress going to be; you need to get flowers," Linda asked Scott as Glen left the kitchen, already dialing Jenna's number. "That's just it," Scott told his mother. "I don't think they got a whole lot of money. Fauna was acting like she didn't want to go, but the whole time she's looking like she's going to cry over it." "I'll take care of this," Linda Boudreaux determined. "That little girl's going and that's that." ---- Harriet Davendorf was polite when Scott's mother called; inside she was seething with anger. "How dare this woman think that she and Fauna were some kind of charity case?" she asked herself. "Mrs. Boudreaux, I really do appreciate the offer," she finally cut the woman off. "But this is the first I'm even hearing about some kind of dance; Fauna hasn't even asked me if she could go, and if she did, I can assure you, if she does, we are perfectly capable of buying her own dress." "Oh, I didn't mean you weren't," Linda tried to save face and offer Mrs. Davendorf a gracious way out as well. "It's just that I know that Scotty's looking forward to it so much and was really looking forward to going with Fauna; she is such a sweet young lady and..." "Mrs. Boudreaux, please have Scott come by; I think it's time we had a little talk," Mrs. Davendorf said and hung up before Linda could say anything further. "I think I may have made a little mess out of this," Linda had to admit as she bustled toward Scott's room. ---- "Okay, and my dress; I already picked it out, it's going to be this real pretty pale yellow," Jenna was prattling as Glen lay on his bed, half listening to his girlfriend go on and on. "Uh huh," he mumbled. "And I already got the shoes; they're perfect; I got them for my cousin's wedding," Jenna said. "She got married last year." She lowered her voice. "She got knocked up; had to get married right after graduation; they're already talking about getting a divorce," Jenna confided. "Uh huh," Glen said. "But they got the cutest little baby girl; named her Annabelle Lee, Annabelle Lee Bergeron, isn't that the cutest name ever?" she went on. "Uh huh," Glen said. "By the way, what are you majoring in?" Jenna asked. "Uh huh," Glen said. ---- "Hi Mrs. Davendorf," Scott pasted a pleasant smile as the haggard looking woman yanked the door open. "Scott," she nodded politely. "Fauna, come see," she yelled out. "Yes ma'am?" Fauna asked then froze as she saw Scott. Scott smiled; she looked cute in her cotton shorts and half shirt, both pink, of course. Her slim little waist was exposed, as were her hips. Her belly button was a cute little dimple. Her medium length hair was done in a little pony-tail, making her look even younger than her eighteen years of age. "Scott's here," Mrs. Davendorf said needlessly. "Yes ma'am," Fauna whispered, eyes wide with fear. "We'll go into the living room," Mrs. Davendorf ordered. "Scott, you want an ice tea?" "Uh, yes, yes ma'am, that would be great," Scott agreed. "Here, you sit here," Mrs. Davendorf ordered, indicating a large chair. He sat, sinking down low. Fauna took a seat on the couch, perching on the edge. Mrs. Davendorf put a glass of ice tea onto a coaster on the coffee table that sat between Fauna and Scott. She took a seat in another chair that did not seem to sag down as much as the chair that Scott occupied. "Scott wants to ask you to the Sweethearts Dance," Mrs. Davendorf snapped at Fauna. "But, but..." Fauna said, twisting her small hands. "But Scotty, I told you I didn't want to go to that!" "But I could tell you really did," he argued. "And I told you, if this got too serious, the time was going to come when you'd have to tell him," Mrs. Davendorf continued as if the two teenagers weren't talking. "Didn't I?" "Yes ma'am," Fauna said and lowered her head. "Well?" Mrs. Davendorf demanded, after a long moment of silence had elapsed. "Um, Scott, um, you remember um, when you came up to me and asked me about Sean?" Fauna said, voice barely more than a whisper. "Uh yeah, that was what, like four years ago?" Scott asked and took a sip of the ice tea. The ice tea was unsweetened but he avoided making a face. "And I uh, I told you Sean was dead?" Fauna went on. "Yeah, hated hearing that; I remember he was a real nice kid," Scott agreed and took another sip of the ice tea. He didn't want to take another sip of the bitter liquid but didn't have anything else to do with his hands. "Yeah, I remember it too," Fauna said. "You were standing there, you and Ronnie Edwards and Jack and Joe Jones and I came out and you waved for me to come over and..." Fauna said, remembering that spring day like it was yesterday. "What? No, I waved Sean over; he was about to get his head dunked like the day before and I told them that he was my friend and if they dunked him, I was going to kick everyone's ass and the next day we're all standing around and Jack says 'hey, there's that little fag,' and I said 'hey, he's my friend,' and I waved that Sean kid over and he starts running and all of a sudden he grabs his head and screams and falls down and I ran over and told them to go get somebody," Scott corrected. (Fauna remembered that day. Sean had been having horrible headaches but Momma and Daddy didn't want to hear it; they thought he was just trying to get out of going to school. He was also having trouble with his balance, twice he'd run into things that he knew were there, could see that they were there, and then he'd just plow into them anyway. But he went to school, hoping that it would get better. As long as he was sitting down, he was okay, but walking from class to class was a real chore. Then after lunch, a lunch he did not, could not eat, he went outside. There was that wonderful boy that had walked in on those horrible bullies that were trying to dunk his head in the toilet, calling him horrible names and accusing him of being gay. And that wonderful boy smiled and waved to him. He had to resist the urge to skip; Daddy was always yelling at him about doing that sort of thing. He bravely tried to run, then the pain was so great, so blinding that he screamed, grabbed his head, and collapsed. From far far away he heard voices. He heard someone yelling for them to go get help. Then he felt Scott's hand on his back, rubbing his back, telling him it would be all right. He wanted to grab that hand, kiss that hand, clutch that hand to his heart, but he couldn't move, the pain was so great.) "This isn't telling him," Mrs. Davendorf broke into Fauna's reverie. "They found out I had a brain tumor," Fauna said, staring at the table top. Her small hands went up to her hair and worked underneath the nape of her neck for a moment. "And they found several smaller tumors all up and down my spine," Fauna continued and peeled the wig off of her head and lay it on the coffee table. +Scott stared at her in shock. She looked up at him, eyes filled with tears. "Those boys were calling me 'fag' and 'queer' and 'homo' and.." Fauna went on. "No they weren't; they were calling that poor Sean kid that stuff, Scott dumbly said, still uncomprehending. "If you don't tell him," Mrs. Davendorf threatened. "I never thought I was gay, or homosexual, because, in my heart of hearts, I've always been a girl," Fauna said. "But you are a girl, I mean, you even got them breasts," Scott said, then blushed and looked over at an unsmiling Mrs. Davendorf. ""Yeah, well, in the hospital, they um, they gave me a bunch of steroids and even tried some hormone treatments to try and get the tumors under control," Fauna said Flowers in the Heart Scott took a very big gulp of the ice tea, not sure where the conversation was going. "And with the radiation and the steroids and all that other stuff, this is about as big as I'll ever get and..." Fauna whispered and stood up. Fauna unbuttoned her cute little shorts and worked the zipper down. Scott could feel his cock began to stir at the sight of her pink lace panties. She put her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and pushed them down her legs. Scott looked quickly at Mrs. Davendorf, then looked back at a hotly blushing Fauna. "And my hair ain't never coming back; at first they thought I was just trying to be cool or funny when I picked out that long blonde wig, but I wasn't; in my heart, I'm a beautiful girl with long blonde hair and large breasts and I'm going to have babies one day and..." Fauna was sobbing now as she stood, shorts and panties bunched up at her knees. Scott stared, open mouthed at the small penis and small scrotum. Despite her sobbing, Fauna's cock was painfully hard and dripping pre-cum. The penis itself, even in its excited state, was quite small, about the size of a double a battery. The small scrotum underneath looked as if it held two marbles. The entire area was hairless. "But that's a, you're a..." Scott stammered. "So I really didn't think I was lying to you when I told you Sean had died; to me he had, the moment I put that wig on, I became Fauna, well, I'd always been Fauna, but that wig..." Fauna sobbed out, still standing, still exposing her shame. "I got to go," Scott said suddenly and wrested himself from the awkward chair. "No, wait Scotty, please don't go, please don't leave me!" Fauna began to wail, heart-broken as her boyfriend bolted from the house. ---- "That sounds hard," Jenna said as Glen tried to explain engineering to her. "Well, I guess it kind of is," Glen admitted. "But I've always been real good at Math and stuff and..." "Oh I'm terrible at math!" Jenna wailed, again turning the conversation back to herself. "Hey, Sweetheart, my mom's calling me; it's time for supper," Glen said. "Oh, okay, call me after supper?" Jenna begged. "Um, I don't think so; I got a bunch of homework," Glen said. "Really? Oh, that's too bad; okay, I love you, talk with you tomorrow," Jenna demanded and hung up. "Whew that girl can talk!" Glen said when he'd hung up. ---- Scott drove over to Early's grocery store and bought a couple cans of beer. Early's did not believe in the 'Twenty One year old age limit; eighteen had been the legal age when they opened and as far as they were concerned that was still the legal drinking age. "Why?" Scott asked himself as he sipped the second beer; the first one being guzzled before he was even out of the parking lot. Being with Megan Campion, he realized, had been a way to artificially stroke his ego. Being the boyfriend of one of the, if not the most beautiful girl in the school had been great on the outside. On the inside, it had been more work than it was worth, though. In the end, his ego had taken a bit of a hard knock when Megan publicly dumped him and ran after Ronnie. A few of his classmates had snickered, behind his back, of course, but they had snickered all the same. Then when he started dating Fauna, a few more had snickered. To go from the beautiful blonde, well developed Megan to the tiny, almost flat chested brown haired Fauna seemed to some to be quite a step down. "Wonder how many of them would be laughing if they knew I was dating a guy?" Scott said bitterly. He wondered how many of them actually did know that Fauna was not Fauna, but Sean. He wondered to himself, "Did Mrs. Davendorf say 'Sean,' or 'Fauna' when she called out? Since I thought his name was Fauna, I might have just heard 'Fauna,' but she might have been saying 'Sean.'" Did Jenna know? Were Jenna and Glen laughing behind his back? Because if Jenna did know, surely she had told Glen by now. "No," he decided. "Jenna's probably as clueless as I was; ain't no way she could ever keep a secret like that." The more he thought about it, the more he could hear Fauna's voice, begging him not to leave. She was wailing, heartbroken when his hand hit the doorknob. He put the can of beer into the cup holder; it was turning sour in his mouth. He smiled as he saw Coach Dumas and his brood pulling out of Clark's Drive-In. Coach had told him that this was a treat for them; whenever one of their kids did something good, they went to Clark's for a banana split. "And when you got three kids, there's always a reason to go to Clark's," Fred had smiled happily, proudly. Scott had taken Fauna there, on their first date. He'd been pretty proud then. "Damn it!" he almost laughed. "That's why she never wanted me to touch her down there!" He watched as the oldest child, a pretty little blonde girl waved and flailed her hands. Then he watched as Fred's wife, a stunning brunette, waved and flailed her hands at the blonde girl. "Oh yeah!" he said aloud. Fred had told him that his sister was deaf. He and his wife were raising the girl; his mother in law had died from cancer. "Son," Coach Dumas had said, putting a fatherly hand on Scott's shoulder. "God gives us all the tools we need in life; it's just up to us to figure out how to use them." Fauna's kisses had always been so sweet, so loving. Megan's kisses were always a means to an end. Megan gave kisses in return for favors granted. Fauna kissed for the sheer joy of kissing. "She loves me; fuck anyone that wants to laugh about it," Scott said aloud and watched as coach's van turned the corner. He put the car in gear and looked at the clock on his radio. His eyebrows shot up; he'd been driving around aimlessly for two hours. ---- Grandmother Jordan agreed that the dress was a very pretty dress and since it was on the clearance rack, it was not only a pretty dress, it was a bargain. "Thank you, Grandmother," Jenna said sincerely. "And you say he's going to be an engineer?" Grandmother asked, very interested. "Yes ma'am," Jenna said, elated to be talking about her boyfriend to her favorite grandparent. Helen Jordan was very relieved; one of the reasons she was pushing so hard for Jenna to go to college was because she just knew that the unattractive girl would never be able to land herself a husband to support her. "Well, then, I think we need some new shoes and some new lingerie and..." Grandmother Jordan said. "No, no, got the shoes already; remember when Tricia got married?" Jenna interrupted. "Honey, listen, there's always a good reason for new shoes," Grandmother laughed. "And my friend Bobbi will have this dress fitting you perfectly; don't you worry about that." ---- "Hello, Mrs. Davendorf; May I see Fauna real quick?" Scot asked, standing on the doorstep. "Scott, it is bedtime," she said. "I, yes ma'am, I won't stay long, I promise," Scott said. "Don't you hurt my baby," Mrs. Davendorf warned. "No, ma'am, I wouldn't dream of it," Scott said. "Come on in," Mrs. Davendorf said, in an almost friendly tone. "Fauna, come see," she yelled. "Fauna," Scott thought to himself. "She definitely said 'Fauna.'" "Yes ma'am?" Fauna asked, shuffling into the living room. Scott smiled; she was obviously getting ready for bed. She had on a fuzzy pink bathrobe over a long pink nightgown and on her small feet were little bunny slippers. Her bald head was covered with a pink bandanna. Her eyes, though, were still puffy from crying. The sight of her puffy, reddened eyes tugged at his heart; he wanted to hug her, comfort her. But he did not, not with her mother standing right there. "Scott?" she asked, pulling her robe about herself a little tighter. "I just got one question to ask you," Scott said. "What?" she asked, small hand going to her mouth in trepidation. "What color dress you wearing to the Sweetheart Dance? See, I got to know what kind of flowers to get for you, okay?" Scott asked. "You mean, I'm, you still want to go to the Sweetheart Dance? With me?" Fauna asked, breathless. "Well, yeah, you are still my girlfriend, right?" Scott asked. "Aiee!" she screamed for joy and launched herself at him. He found her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck and her lips raining kisses all over his face. "Oh, I love you, I love you, I love you," she said over and over, kissing him and kissing him. "I love you too, but what color..." Scott laughed as she jammed her small tongue into his mouth. "Pink, I would imagine," Mrs. Davendorf said dryly. "Everything else she has is pink." "Listen, I know, it's bedtime and you got to go to bed, but I really am, we're going to have to sit down and talk about all of this, okay?" Scott said and gently lowered her to the ground. "You're not mad, are you?" Fauna asked, fearful. "No, Sweetheart, I'm not mad. Just kind of curious, you know?" Scott assured her. "Why don't you come over for dinner tomorrow night?" Mrs. Davendorf asked, actually smiling. "Uh, yes ma'am, I think that'd be great; can I bring anything?" Scott said. He almost smiled; his mother would have been so proud of him for remembering to ask if he could bring anything. "We're having filet mignon and lobster; you can bring the filet mignon and the lobster," Mrs. Davendorf said. "Momma!" Fauna shrilled, highly embarrassed. "How about you bring the bread?" Mrs. Davendorf smiled. "Now, good night, Scott." "Yes ma'am," he smiled, kissed Fauna quickly on her lips and let himself out of the house. "See?" Mrs. Davendorf said gently to Fauna. "See? Now that he knows the truth, it's not hanging over your head the whole time." "Yes ma'am," Fauna said and began to cry tears of relief. ---- Megan smirked; if Ronnie thought she was giving up her anal virginity for tickets to the Sweetheart Dance, he was sorely mistaken. If Ronnie thought he had any bargaining power at all, he was sorely mistaken. Megan did not do anything Megan did not want to do." Now, a twelve thousand dollar engagement ring," she thought to herself. "That MIGHT get you a piece of this ass." Her older sister had a ten thousand dollar engagement ring from her fiancé. Their oldest sister's engagement ring had been a paltry seven thousand dollar engagement ring, but then again, Peggy had also been three months pregnant when she convinced her much older lover he needed to get her an engagement ring. Marilyn had told her boyfriend he would get the pussy when she got the ring, and showed him which ring would get him the pussy. Megan saw no reason to withhold pussy just for a ring; she liked sex. But anal sex would come at a very high price; a ring that Peggy and Marilyn would envy. ---- "Oh oh, dinner with the family?" Linda teased. "We're not thinking anything super serious, are we?" "We? Who's this 'We' you keep talking about?" Scott teased back. "Okay, tomorrow, right after four o'clock is when Early's gets in the French bread; it's best if you can get it while it's still hot," Linda told him. "Oh, and if they have any of them flowers, you pick some of them up; moms love flowers." "So do girlfriends," Scott thought to himself. He was still very confused. Fauna was a girl. But she had a cock. A very small cock, but it was a cock. She did not have a pussy, not one that Scott could see. But she loved him. Megan had liked him, maybe had loved him as much as the selfish, self-centered girl could love anyone, but Fauna practically worshiped him. ---- Fauna lay in her bed and smiled widely as she realized that she would be going to the Sweethearts Dance, with her sweetheart. She fought down the urge to squeal, but did roll back and forth happily on her bed. She reached underneath the sheets and eased her panties down slightly, freeing her small cock. Two strokes and she spurted her semen into her other hand. She licked her hand clean, then pulled her panties back up and again fought the urge to squeal. She was going to the Sweethearts Dance. With her sweetheart. ---- "Call me Harriet," Mrs. Davendorf smiled when Scott entered the kitchen, holding out the loaf of French bread. "He got me flowers," Fauna sighed, showing her mother the small bouquet. "You do realize, those flowers will sit on her desk until they're dust?" Harriet smiled wryly. "And these are for you, Miss Harriet," Scott smiled, holding out another small bouquet. "Well thank you!" Harriet said, accepting the flowers. "Oh, hey, wait a minute!" Scott said as Harriet took the meatloaf out of the oven. "I thought we were having filet mignon and lobster!" "And I told you, you bring the filet mignon and lobster," Harriet said and set the meatloaf down. "David..." Harriet said as she was serving the dinner. "David's my dad," Fauna said to Scott. "...had seven brothers and four sisters," Harriet went on. "You like carrots?" "Wow, twelve kids?" Yes ma'am, carrots are good," Scott said. "And out of those twelve kids, five of them are gay," Harriet went on. "Three brothers and two sisters. Actually, I think Melvin's gay too; he just hasn't come out and admitted it." "Um," Scott said, not sure why Harriet was divulging this information. "And it gets better," Harriet smiled and spooned some mushroom gravy onto Scott's mashed potatoes. "Fauna says you like mushrooms?" "Love mushrooms," Scott said and she added another spoonful of gravy. "After David's mother died, his father remarried and had five more children, and out of those, two are gay," Harriet said and sat down at her own plate. "Oh, damn, forgot the bread!" "I'll get it!" Fauna said and scampered into the kitchen. Scott watched her cute little bubble butt as she went into the kitchen and came back with the serving plate. She felt his eyes on her and blushed as she put the heavy plate onto the table. "And from the moment Sean was born, I could tell he was, but his father was like 'oh, no, no boy of mine is going to be some sissy,' " Harriet said, imitating a deep voice. "Spent hours and hours trying to toughen Sean up, throwing a ball back and forth, trying to teach Sean to hunt and fish, you know, manly stuff?" Scott looked at Fauna; she hung her head in shame. "But all Sean wanted to do was play make-up, and dress up; I was forever finding my shoes in Sean's room, and oh my God! Try keeping a strand of pearls secret from this one! It was like that kid had radar!" Harriet laughed. It wasn't a mean laugh; Harriet actually seemed to find it endearing. "And I kept telling David, 'quit trying to make the boy something he's not,' but he wasn't having any part of that," Harriet went on. "I told him, it's a miracle we have him at all; I have a cyst on my uterus; we weren't even supposed to have a baby. But I told him just thank God he's healthy and beautiful; he was too; he was a beautiful baby. People would stop me all the time in stores and just tell me what a beautiful baby I had." "Still is a beautiful baby," Scott agreed. "This gravy is good." Fauna looked up at Scott and beamed. "Pack of Lipton's soup mix," Harriet said. "It's good," Scott said. "And you go up to Minnesota for a Davendorf family reunion? Try figuring out which ones are straight, which ones are gay, which one is really a man or a woman, I swear," Harriet shook her head. "But somehow it's my fault our son's like he is." "You keep spoiling that boy; going to make him some kind of faggot," Harriet again imitated the deep voice. "Then when Sean got sick, you want some more ice tea? Then David saw what I was talking about; just be grateful he's healthy and beautiful," Harriet continued. "I'll get it; you like sweet, right?" Fauna said, getting up. "I could get used to this; two women feeding me," Scott smiled as Fauna returned, carrying a full glass of tea. "Uh huh, I don't think so," Fauna giggled. "He just kept getting sicker and sicker; there was one time he actually died on the operating table; his little heart just gave out," Harriet said, using a hung of buttered bread to wipe the gravy from her plate. "I saved them cards you sent me," Fauna admitted. "Finally, Women and Children suggested we take Sean to Houston General; they'd done everything they could for him," Harriet said and cleared the plates. "David's job had an office in Houston so we transferred there." "I got to ride in a helicopter," Fauna said. "That's where they started with the hormone treatments and steroid treatments," Harriet said and put the bunt cake on the table top. ""That's a good looking cake," Scott said. "I made it," Fauna said proudly. "And there was this absolutely adorable nurse, Rosa Morales," Harriet said. "You made the cake?" Scott asked. "Uh huh," Fauna said, blushing proudly. "And she and Sean became the best of friends," Harriet said and started cutting the cake. "She was so beautiful!" Fauna agreed. "And she was also a he," Harriet smiled at the memory. "She brought in a couple of nurse's dresses for me and I would go with her on her rounds," Fauna sighed, remembering the wonderful time she had with Rosa. "We stayed in Houston for three years; that's where David met that little tramp, Cindy 'my shit don't stink' Jensen and David decides that he's finally found true love and just decides to divorce me. "So we moved back home and then I seen you again; oh my God! Ask Momma! I came running home and told her I seen you again and you were even more handsome than before and..." Fauna gushed. "We go back every summer for Fauna to have a full check up; we had a bit of a scare last time; they thought they saw a spot on her lower spine," Harriet said. "And Daddy and Miss Cindy showed up with Dustin and Justin," Fauna said. "What was it?" Scott asked, concerned. "Oh, it was just a spot on the film; an MRI cleared that up, but oh my God! You talk about do some praying!" Harriet said. "But everything's okay now, huh?" Scott asked. "Yes, yes, thank God," Harriet said. "And Daddy's so mad, not as mad as Miss Cindy is; she never wanted kids at all, but Daddy's all upset; Justin doesn't even want to play with none of the trucks and stuff," Fauna said. "I told him 'just give that boy some of Cindy's old make-up; he'll be as happy as a clam,'" Harriet said and smiled at that memory. "SO, um, can I ask y'all something?" Scott asked. "Of course," Harriet said and actually patted Scott's hand. "Um, okay, so Fauna's um, actually, Fauna's a he, right?" Scott asked. "Not on the inside," Fauna quickly protested. "In my heart I'm a..." "But on the outside, you're a guy, I mean, you got a thing, I saw it yesterday, right?" Scott pointed out. "Yes, Fauna was born with male genitalia," Harriet said. "And I love her," Scott said, looking at Harriet. "Good," Harriet said, looking at Scott intently. "So, um, does that mean that I'm gay?" Scott asked, blushing hotly at the thought. "No, I don't believe so," Harriet said and finished the cake. "You fell in love with Fauna when you thought she was fully and completely a woman, right?" "Well, yeah," Scott agreed. "You still love me, right?" Fauna asked, lips quivering, eyes wet. "Yes, I still love you, love you more and more each day," Scott agreed. "And I love you more and more each day," Fauna said, letting a tear run down her face. "Want more cake?" Harriet asked. "Um, please," Scott said. He looked at Fauna. "What can I say? It's good stuff," he smiled. "It's one of my grandmother's recipes; see actually it's supposed to be for a sheet cake but you..." Fauna said. "So, um, who else knows that you're um, that you got a thing?" Scott asked Fauna. "No one, well, I mean, my dad does, and Miss Cindy and..." Fauna said. Flowers in the Heart "No, no, I mean, anyone at school know?" Scott asked. "I mean, like Jenna and April? Do they know?" "Yeah right!" Fauna laughed out loud. "Like Jenna could ever keep a secret! Especially one like that!" "That's kind of what I thought too," Scott admitted. "So, still want to take Fauna to the Sweethearts Dance?" Harriet asked. "Only if she wants to go with me," Scott smiled across the table. "With all my heart and soul," Fauna sighed. At the door, Fauna held Scott tightly, just holding him and feeling him close to her. Finally, she looked up into his eyes. "Thank you," she whispered, then released him and scampered away. "Guess it's 'good night' then," Harriet said and patted Scott's shoulder. "Yes ma'am," Scott agreed. "I love you!" Fauna called from the hallway. ---- "That is perfect!" Jenna shrilled as Miss Bobbi did the final pins on the dress and showed Grandmother and Jenna the desired results. "And it'll be ready by..." Helen Jordan asked. "I can have it ready by Friday," Bobbi promised. "I only have three other prom dresses, one of them hasn't even gotten me the material yet, though. Can you believe? And of course she's going to be like 'oh, but I have to have it now!' you know?" "All for the Sweethearts Dance? At St. Thomas?" Jenna asked as she carefully shimmied out of the dress. "Yep; that's where I went to school," Bobbi said. "Can you believe that? Of course, classes were held in caves back then." "Yeah right," Jenna laughed. "And then my Candy went there, class of 2002," Bobbi continued. "It's a fine school," Helen agreed. "That's why my favorite granddaughter goes there. Her mother, can you believe this? Her mother was going to send her to Northside! I said 'over my dead body' and got her enrolled at St. Thomas Aquinas the very next day." "Thank you, Grandmother," Jenna said. Chapter 5 The two brothers stood together, posing and mugging for their mother's digital camera. Linda snapped another shot of the two in their tuxedoes and smiled. She hadn't asked, but the two boys put their arms over each other's shoulders and smiled a happy brotherly smile. "Come on, I got someone waiting for the most handsome man in the world, and you got someone waiting for, for, well, whatever you are," Scott teased. "Oh, Jenna's waiting for the most handsome man in the world," Glen said smugly. "She is? Why's she waiting for me?" Scott said, initiating a playful scuffle between the two. ---- Jenna sat, watching the street intently. "That fucking fruit loop coming here picks you up?" Rusty sneered. "He's not a fruit loop!" Jenna screamed. "He pops your fucking cherry yet?" Rusty challenged. "God! Mom!" Jenna screamed. "Fucking faggot he ain't even fucked you yet," Rusty sneered. "Rusty, please," Marie pleaded. "What? What kind of fruit loop doesn't knock the back out of a slut like her, huh?" Rusty challenged. "Rusty, please! This is a special day for her; be nice," Marie begged. "Sometimes the fucking truth hurts, you know?" Rusty sneered and drained his can of beer. "He's here; thank God," Jenna said and did not wait for the limousine to come to a halt before she was yanking the front door open. "Someone's in a hurry," Scott observed. "Look at this fucking pussy," Rusty sneered as a smiling Glen got out of the limousine. "I'm sure he's a fine young man," Marie tried. "He's a fucking cock sucking pussy," Rusty yelled. "Hi Beautiful," Glen smiled as Jenna strode to him. "Hey," she said and hugged him tightly. ---- Fauna was practically shaking with nervous energy as she and her mother waited. "Good God, Fauna, really!" Harriet laughed. "I can't help it!" Fauna wailed. "Do you think he'll like the new wig? Oh God, I hope he likes it; I loved it in the store but now I just don't know, oh God! They're here! You think I got time to change?" "No, you do not have time to change," Harriet said forcefully. "You do, however, have time to go wait and make your grand entrance like we practiced." Scott fought down his erection before the driver opened the door; a movement that both Glen and Jenna caught. Both of them smirked at him but did not say anything. He was fighting against an erection that had been an almost constant factor since their date the previous evening. (As always, she wanted to go to Clark's for dinner ("It's our place," Fauna had declared.) Then she just wanted to go straight to the Basin. "We've already seen all the movies," she shrugged. Again, once they arrived at the Basin, she wasted no time at all; just clambered into the back seat of the car, urging Scott to hurry and join her. "Okay, Scotty," she said after several long moments of kissing and groping. "I'm going to try to satisfy you, but I'm not going to use my hands, okay? I can't use my hands at all. I use my hands, I lose and you get to give me a spanking, okay? But not too hard, all right?" She knelt on the seat and put her mouth to his ear. "You don't want to hurt me, do you?" she whispered hotly into his ear, then sucked the earlobe into her mouth. "No, no, I don't want to hurt you," he agreed as she knelt down and took his cock into her mouth. She nuzzled his cock for a moment, then let it slip out of her mouth and gave his cock a long, loving lick. She lay her head on his lap and licked several times up and down his cock. His testicles also received long, forceful licks, as did the underside of his scrotum. "Oh God," Scott moaned as she again began the maddening long up and down licks of his cock. "Like it?" she asked needlessly and again captured the head of his cock in her mouth. "Oh, shit, oh Baby, oh damn it!" Scott groaned and almost yelled in frustration as Fauna let his cock slip out of her mouth again. She tortured his testicles again with her tongue, jiggling them back and forth with swipes of her tongue. When he was writhing in agony, she finally took the head of his cock back into her mouth and gave it a forceful suck as she bobbed her head up and down. "Ah!" Scott yelled out as his semen finally spurted into Fauna's mouth. She sucked and sucked, until he sagged down, then let his cock slip out of her mouth again. "Yay, I win," she giggled. "I didn't use my hands at all!" "Yay, you win," he mumbled, spent after such a hard climax. "But if I had used my hands, how hard would you have spanked me?" Fauna asked and turned, pushing her buttocks into his face. "Don't think I would have spanked you," Scott said. "Really?" Fauna asked, disappointed. "Nope, would have bit you," Scott said and sank his teeth into her round backside. "Oh!" Fauna giggled. "Ow! Well, it's a good thing I won, huh?" "Yeah baby, good thing you won," Scott said and turned her back around. He looked into her eyes. "Baby, you always doing all this stuff for me; when do I get to do something, anything for you?" he asked her. "Tomorrow night," she whispered into his ear. "Tomorrow night, you can do something for me. You can take me dancing, and tell me I'm beautiful, and hug me and kiss me and tell me you love me. Okay?" "No, Fauna, I'm always getting all this love and you go home and..." Scott argued. "Look," Fauna said, pulling away from him and unzipping her jeans. "Look, all right? My panties are soaked. I came, I always come, pleasing you always pleases me, Scotty, making love to you always makes me feel good," she insisted. She pulled her pink bikini panties down, showing him that her small cock was shiny with her sticky semen. She pulled her jeans back up and zipped them. "God Scotty, when you come, I know; I know right then and there, I'm a woman, I'm your woman, and I'm pleasing my man. You tell me, what could you possibly do that could be any better than that?" Fauna asked.) Scott pursed his lips at Glen and Jenna and got out of the limousine. Harriet opened the door and smiled at him. "Well, Scotty, don't you look dashing and dapper," she lightly teased. "Thank you Miss Harriet," Scott smiled. "Fauna, Prince Charming is here," Harriet yelled. Fauna counted to ten and then swept into the living room. "Fuck!" Scott said, then covered his mouth, hoping Miss Harriet hadn't heard him. "I've heard the word before, Scotty," Harriet said. "Hope you don't use it all the time." "No, but, um, she doesn't look like that all the time either," Scott defended. "No, no she doesn't, does she?" Harriet asked, smiling. The new wig was slightly shorter than her normal wig, and framed her face in soft brown curls. Her make-up was a little darker, a little heavier than she normally wore it, bringing out her soft lips and large eyes all the more. The dress was snug, accenting her slim waist, and giving more definition to her small breasts and nicely rounded backside. The soft ivory color of the dress also seemed to make her pale skin glow. The ivory pumps, while not giving her much more height, did give her legs more shapeliness, as did the stockings. She picked up a faux fur wrap and smiled at him. "Shall we go, my love?" she asked. "Um, yeah, um, God, Fauna, you've always been beautiful, but..." Scott stammered." "I think the word you're looking for is 'fuck,'" Harriet teased. "Exactly," Scott smiled at Miss Harriet. "Okay, a couple of pictures, please," Harriet demanded and snapped off a few. "Can I have copies of those, please?" Scott asked and Harriet nodded her agreement. "God damn it, Fauna!" Jenna complained when her best friend settled into the limousine. "What?" Fauna asked, alarmed. "God, with you looking like that, no one's even going to be looking at me!" Jenna complained. "Who you want looking at you?" Glen asked her. "You," Jenna demanded. "You got it," Glen said and kissed her. "You're going to mess up my make-up," Jenna whined but returned his kiss. "Okay, there's this Indian restaurant in Kimble; we've got reservations for three of us," Scott said. "Three?" Jenna and Fauna asked. "Yeah, first one says 'ew, I don't like Indian food' has to wait in the limousine while the rest of us go eat," Glen said. Jenna and Fauna looked at each other and giggled. "God, really, you look great and where'd you get your hair done?" Jenna complimented her friend. "Miss Helena's fantastic, isn't she?" Fauna asked, side-stepping the question. "Yeah, my grandmother took me there once. One hundred and forty bucks!" Jenna said. "You spent a hundred and forty bucks on that?" Glen asked Fauna. "And worth every penny," Scott interrupted. Fauna smiled up at him and patted his leg, very high up on his thigh. Actually, the wig had cost Daddy six hundred and eighty dollars. "What kind of fruitcake is taking my son to a Sweethearts Dance?" David had grumbled to Cindy. "Sweethearts, St. Thomas Aquinas?" Cindy had looked up, interested. "Yeah, why?" David asked. "I was the queen of that, my junior year," Cindy said smugly. "No fucking queen now, that's for sure," David grumbled but licked the envelope with the fifteen hundred dollar check Sean had requested. The dress had been on sale at Babbage's; Fauna almost picked up a pink dress when Momma had spotted the ivory one. The shoes, hose, and lingerie had been another two hundred dollars and Momma said she could buy herself a cell phone with the three hundred dollars she had left over out of Daddy's fifteen hundred dollars. "See?" Fauna whispered into Scott's ear. "What could you possibly do that could be any better than that? You make me feel so beautiful, so loved." "Because you are so beautiful and you are so loved," Scott smiled down at her. ---- Ronnie had to admit, Megan looked great. Her blonde tresses were done into several long coils that hung down. Her dress matched her ice blue eyes perfectly. Her make-up was flawless. "Son of a bitch," he said as Hashim seated two couples to their left. "What?" Megan smiled up and then frowned; he wasn't looking at her. She looked over at the new arrivals and did a double take. That little shrimp was sitting there with her former boyfriend and the little shrimp looked as close to perfect as she possibly could. Even that ugly tit monster, Jenna Jordan, looked very attractive in a pale yellow dress that accented her blonde hair and brown eyes. The delicious Lamb dish suddenly lost any flavor in Megan's mouth. "You ready?" Megan snapped. "Where's the check?" "Hold your horses; I ain't finished yet," Ronnie snapped and continued to eat, in between gawking at Fauna. Megan seethed while her boyfriend openly admired that little simpering, whispering girl. Megan's mouth tightened into a mean little scowl. She would definitely make that little bitch pay. Come Monday morning, the 'make Fauna cry' campaign would start. "What's good here?" Fauna asked, looking at the unusual names on the menu. "Well, you like that Snow pea chicken, right?" Scott said. "Yeah, love that," Fauna agreed. "Then you'd probably like this, Scott said and pointed out a chicken dish. "Cooked in yogurt?" Fauna asked as she read the description, wrinkling up her nose. "It's not like the yogurt you get at Early's," Scott laughed. "What you get?" Jenna asked Glen. "I usually get this over here; the Lamb Boona," Glen said. "See, it's cooked in this thick curry with tomatoes and peppers and..." "It hot?" Jenna asked. She looked over at Fauna. "He always gets the hottest stuff in the world, then acts all surprised when I can't eat it," she complained. "Well, yeah, it's hot," Glen agreed. "Gentlemen, thank you so much for bringing such beautiful women to see me," Hashim smiled. "Here, here are two tickets for the lunch buffet tomorrow; half off, okay? Now, what can I get you to drink?" Fauna looked at the two buffet tickets, then at Scott. "You um, there ain't no football game on tomorrow, huh?" she asked. "No, Fauna, remember? You and Jenna came over and watched the Saints kick some serious ass? Super Bowl?" he laughed. "Yeah, whatever," she shrugged. "Yeah whatever?" Scott asked. "Fauna, really! Yeah whatever?" He turned to Ronnie. "Hey Ronnie, Saints," he said. "Yeah, Baby!" Ronnie loudly agreed. "Dude, that On-side kick? And when Porter ran that interception back all the way? Shit, man, I knew that game was O.V.E.R.!" Scott looked at Fauna, as if the little conversation proved his point. She looked into his eyes and shook her head. "So? Is there any stupid game on tomorrow, or can we come back here for the buffet?" Fauna asked. "Yeah, we can come back for the buffet, even if you don't care about the Saints," Scott agreed. "Though I don't see any reason why," Glen commented. "Because I said," Jenna said, kicking him under the table. ---- "Glen, you are the biggest butt hole in the whole world," Jenna complained, fanning her face. "That was very nice," Fauna said to Scott. "I really liked that." "What?" Glen protested. "You knew that stuff was hot," Jenna complained. "You knew it was too," Glen protested. Both girls looked over as the limousine drove past the Acadiana Motel. "Did you...?" Fauna whispered to Scott. "Yes I did," Scott said, showing her the key card he'd gotten earlier that day. "Did you...?" Jenna asked Glen quietly. "Yeah, but since I'm a big old butt hole," Glen smiled. "Uh huh, but you're MY big old butt hole," Jenna laughed and kissed him. "Careful!" Glen complained. "You'll mess up my make-up!" "Oh, shut up!" Jenna screamed at him, slapping him. ---- "I want some pictures," Scott told Fauna as they entered the gymnasium. "I want some pictures," Jenna demanded as they entered the gymnasium. The photographer was still fighting the erection Megan had given him but still managed to snap to attention as Glen and Scott made their way to his booth. "I want one for my mom and my dad," Fauna whispered to Scott. "And what about one for you?" Scot asked. "And one for me, please," Fauna agreed. "Okay, I want six of me and her," Scott smiled and slid a hundred dollar bill across the counter. "And I want one of those two together." "Aw!" Jenna sighed as Scott pointed To Glen and herself. Same for me," Glen smiled. All right, seven at twelve apiece," the photographer mumbled, counting out the change. "Come back in about an hour; see which one you like the best," he said as he snapped off three quick photographs of Scott and Fauna. Glen and Jenna received the same treatment and then the two couples made their way to the desk where Tammy Fontenot was seated. "Hi Tammy," Scott smiled, making sure to face Tammy and speak slowly and clearly so the girl could read his lips. "Hi Scott," Tammy said in her guttural grunt. "Wow, Fauna, you look great!" "Thank you," Fauna smiled happily. "Be sure to vote for the king and queen," Tammy said needlessly as she showed Scott the ballot. "Thank you," Scott said, again making sure to face her. "Hi Jenna, who's the hot guy you got?" Tammy asked. "This is my boyfriend, Glen," Jenna said proudly. "The biggest butt hole in the whole world," Glen said. "What?" Tammy asked, not comprehending Glen's comment. "That's my brother, Glen," Scott repeated for Tammy's benefit. "Oh!" Tammy brightened. "I thought I knew you! You used to go to school here." Scott of course voted for himself and Fauna and put the ballot into the box. "You better vote for me," Jenna threatened as Glen pretended to look around before writing down his vote for queen. She then took his arm and looked at him as he dropped his ballot into the box. "You do think I'm beautiful, right?" she asked, worried. "I think you are the most beautiful girlfriend I've ever had in my whole life," Glen admitted. "Really?" she squealed happily. "Only girlfriend he's ever had in his whole life," Scott mumbled. ---- Neither Scott nor Glen danced very well, but then again, most of the students that milled about in the darkened gymnasium could claim to dance very well. Dancing wasn't really the point; trying was. At 10:00, Brother Dominick put a quick stop to the music, made a few announcements, then announced the King and Queen of the Sweethearts Dance. Very few were surprised when Ronnie and Megan were announced as King and Queen of the Sweethearts Dance. Very few clapped, though. "You ready?" Fauna asked Scott. "Uh yeah," Scott agreed. "Now, we dropping Glen and Jenna off first, then we're..." she whispered. "Uh, funny you should ask," Scott laughed. "Um, Glen and Jenna got a room at the Acadiana Motel too. We're in one twenty one; they're in one nineteen." "Oh no!" Fauna gasped, worried expression on her small face. She leaned close to Scott. "Oh Scotty! They're going to think I'm a big old whore!" she whined. "No they won't!" he laughed. "And what do you think they'll be doing in the room right next to ours?" "Oh, yeah!" she giggled, relieved. "Okay, let me go potty, then we can go, okay?" ---- The limo ride to the motel was a quiet one. It was as if the two girls were afraid to admit what they were about to do, and the two boys were afraid if they said anything, the girls would change their minds. Fauna looked again at the photograph of herself and Scott. It showed a beautiful young lady with a very handsome young man. She looked up from the photograph to him and he smiled down at her. "Gentlemen," the driver politely said as Scott slipped him a twenty dollar bill. "Thank you," the driver bowed slightly as Glen tipped him a twenty dollar bill as well. "Well, um, uh," Jenna said as they approached their motel doors. "Good night," Scott said, cutting short any awkward prolonging of the night's conclusion. "Fauna and I are going to go play tiddlywinks; I don't know what you two will be doing."