Alarm clocks, school bells, lessons, study hall, lunch break, more lessons, pep rallies, basketball practice, home games, away games, play offs. Days, weeks, the page on the calendar flipped. Tom’s parents finally gave in, and attended the playoffs when they learned that Central High’s Basketball team was in the running for the State Championship. Ralph Ericsen made sure he was front and center and free to roam with his brand new Bell & Howell 8mm movie camera. He kept the camera focused on his son, as he played the game. Although he would never tell Tommy, for fear of him getting a swelled head, he was proud of his skill on the court. Ralph spotted the beautiful girl in the crowd that his son had brought around the ranch a couple of times. He zoomed in on her several times, right after Tommy had scored big. Watching her leap to her feet, clapping, and jumping was a sight he wanted to be able to view again and again... especially after recalling her sitting astride Cocoa, Tom’s Thoroughbred, with her firm breasts naked, and exposed. He totally understood why his son was attracted to that riff raff, she was beautiful, she was stacked, she was self confident, and she was poised. But, unfortunately, she was poor. Marlene wasn’t completely aware of what Ralph was filming, but she was proud of her son, also. She felt very uncomfortable on the bleachers, and did a lot of complaining about her back aching, and wondering why they couldn’t have theater seating instead of wooden bleachers. Ralph barely listened to her as he, for once in his life was interested in something one of their three children was doing that didn’t involve them on horseback.
At half time, Ralph went looking for his son. He was about to give up, when he spotted Tom around the corner from the locker room in a lip lock with the blonde. Ralph stayed in the shadows as he watched his son in action, touching, and feeling what was forbidden to touch and feel on the opposite sex when he was a youth. He could hear the girl giggle as Tom’s hand slipped inside her sweater, then moan when his other hand moved between her legs, outside of her skirt of course, but she was obviously receptive. Yep, the boy done him proud the way he had the pretty young thing practically begging for his dick. Ralph watched long enough to know Marlene was going to get lucky tonight.
The whistle blew, Tom and another center jumped for the ball, and it was on. First one team scored and then the other, the game was moving very fast and extremely intense. The band played, and the drums rolled with each home team point scored. The paper shakers were calling out cheers, keeping the spectators excited. It was down to the last few seconds of the game, and it was tied. Tommy received the ball. He backwards dribbled, jumped, spun 180, then dropped the ball in the basket, scoring the winning points.
The gym erupted in applause. No one was prouder than Ralph Ericsen, unless it was Renée who truly loved that boy with all of her heart. She rushed to the floor, Tom scooped her into his arms, and spun her around in circles as she clung to his neck. Tom’s face froze as he saw his father standing right in front of him. He stopped spinning with Renée, then lowered her to the floor.
“May I have a word with my son please Miss Godiva?” Ralph asked as politely as possible.
“Why of course you may, Mr. Ericsen. Far be it from me to ever come between a man and his son.” Renée walked back to the bleachers, and sat down.
“Where’s Lydia tonight?”
“She has cramps. Or, maybe she just didn’t want to come to the game. Lots of riff raff here, you know.”
“Ahhh... uh huh. That explains a lot. Well, son, you played a good game. You above all others brought the team the honors of being called Champions. The uh, the carriage house is yours tonight. Have fun.”
Tom was dumbfounded. “Thanks, Dad.”
Ralph didn’t know if he was saying thank you for the compliment on the game, or for the use of the carriage house. Tom didn’t know either, and for once he didn’t care. He had a place to take his beautiful Renée tonight.
Tom quickly showered, and met Renée outside the locker room on the bench. “Are you hungry, baby doll?” He asked. As much as he wanted to celebrate the win, he more so wanted to be alone with his sweetie.
“Yah, Tommy I am. I could not hardly eat a bite at home knowing how important tonight’s game was to help insure your scholarship. You got me very aroused at half time when we hid in the hallway.” Renée giggled. “It was very exciting to take risk like that, but oh, so hard to stop when you touched that spot on venusberg.”
“Getting aroused makes me play better. It seems to give me that competitive edge. How would you like that spot kissed, baby doll? It’s been a long time since we’ve been able to be totally free.” Tom shifted the car to the next gear, and placed his hand on her knee.
“Tommy, that would be such a joy...”
“Keep thinking about it min kjære, we’re going to have the carriage house to ourselves tonight, and I can hardly wait to get started.” Their Viking was throbbing as Tom thought of seeing his Renée fully naked again.
They got food at the Burger Barn drive-in, then left immediately for the carriage house at the Ericsen’s, eating as they drove. Tom wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass. By the time they arrived, their food was already consumed, and only their cola’s were left. They were barely inside the door when clothes were peeled off, and passions were being satisfied, again, and again, and again. Only, if only, if Tommy’s parents would only accept Renée, life would be perfect. Perfect like their love, perfect like their love making, perfect like the fairy tale ending of Happily ever after... The only thing that made this evening imperfect was that the young lovers had to dress in time to have Renée home by midnight.
Tom cringed when he heard a slap coming from his parents bedroom. It wasn’t shouted, but he heard his fathers voice say he was sick of her backaches, and headaches. She was becoming one big pain in the ass, and if she wasn’t going to be a wife to him, then he’d find himself a mistress. Tom felt deflated, yet internally he raged. But, knowing of his father’s slap happy ways, he knew it would be best if he got out of that area of the house before it was discovered he was there. Deep inside the hate for his father grew even more for hitting his mother again. Down stairs he found some cookies that the cook had either bought, or baked. He could never tell the difference. And, he poured himself a tall glass of milk. Not hearing any doors slamming, or crying from the bottom of the stairs, he attempted to go to his room once again. Several months ago, the sound coming from his parents bedroom would have meant nothing to him. However, since his coming of age, he now knew that they were making love. Tom didn’t know what to think about that, since moments ago he heard his mother getting slapped. Now she was expressing the joys of passion. It was troubling, and confusing to the young man, and would affect him for many years to come. He walked on to his room, and relived the night over and over as he lay in his bed thinking of the game, and the thrill of victory. Thinking of Renée’s sweet mouth on their Viking... of kissing her sweetness... then culminating with the act of love... Love without violence. Love unconditional. Twelve months, just twelve more months... Tommy fell sound asleep dreaming of the girl who would be his bride.
Lydia had been having severe abdominal cramps, but they were not menstrual cramps. She’d been hurting ever since she had been so brutally raped by those three high class, upper crust boys that made a party doll out of her. As time went on, it wasn’t getting any better. Animal finally convinced her to see a doctor, but she insisted that it would have to be one at a clinic west of GriffinCity on the other side of the State line. She had a fake ID made with a false name and birth date. Lydia wanted to die on that table, covered only in a white gown. Bright lights shined on her recently violated vagina. With her feet strapped in stirrups she nearly flipped out having a flashback of being held by her ankles while the deed was being done. The doctor mentioned a disease she’d never heard of before... venereal, and more specifically, gonorrhea. She didn’t know what the doctor was talking about, but she memorized the name of what he said she had before he shot her full of penicillin.
Saturday Lydia had a study date with Animal, Renée and Tom. When the heterogeneous quartet entered the building, the librarian took a deep breath fearing that trouble would be the order of the day. She was pleasantly surprised that the jock, the greaser, the debutante, and the foreigner were very well behaved, and studious. They each brought their homework, and finished in record time. Tom was working on his history term paper on the preservation of historical documents. Renée found a comfortable chair, and began reading Etiquette by Emily Post. Lydia found a medical book that answered all of her questions. She learned more information than she ever dreamed existed about what the various outcomes would be if the venereal disease was left untreated. She knew better than to take notes on what she read, so she committed all that pertained to her case to memory. Animal found a beginners book on auto mechanics, and several books on Thoroughbred Horses. He had brought two notebooks, and began taking detailed notes on each subject. Each of the four had never been more serious about their selected subjects in their lives.
Lydia was feeling somewhat better, but not up to playing hard in the park. It was still agreed that hanging out there would be best. They made a pact that what Lydia had would never be shared with anyone outside of their group. Animal believed that the medicine would cure her, and it furthered his personal resolve that the remaining two boys that molested Lydia would pay in an equally painful manner. Animal leaned with his back against a tree looking at his notes, while Lydia sat between his legs, and fell asleep. His biggest decision was whether he wanted to apply for a job at Seth’s Auto Repair, or Ericsen’s Thoroughbred Ranch first. He read, and studied, and contemplated his future.
Not long after the neighborhood boys spotted Tommy and Renée began playing on the swings, they came running over with a basketball and wanted to play. One of the kids had seen the game the night before. Tommy was now his hero. Renée’s face beamed.