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This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

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When his father suddenly divorced his mother to go live with Isla Lainne and her two illegitimate children, Myron Schloegel, Jr. demanded that he no longer be called 'Junior.' The sixteen year old boy also demanded that he not be made to visit his father and his father's whore on the weekends his father had been awarded visitation with himself and his two brothers.

"My name is Davis; that was Grandpa's name," Junior said, lips drawn tight. "A good man, a man that wouldn't ever think about abandoning his family to go shack up with some blonde cunt."

In an effort to minimize the amount of time he would be subjected to his smirking, preening father, his whore of a fiancé and her entitled prince and princess, Davis got a job as busboy/dishwasher at the Boar's Lair, a local barbeque restaurant. Dianne, his mother agreed that he could work there, as long as his grades did not suffer.

Of course, Ronnie threatened to bring Dianne back into court; he was supposed to have visitation with his sons every other weekend, four weeks during the summer and every other holiday.

In court, Judge Errol Fineman listened to both lawyers bicker back and forth. Finally, he asked Davis a few questions. Ronnie's attorney objected several times during Davis's responses; Davis insisted on addressing Isla Lainne as a wanton whore as well as a woman with immoral beliefs and actions.

"Son, it is obvious you do not like your father's fiancé," Judge Fineman grumbled.

"She knew he was married. She knowingly seduced, or allowed herself to be seduced by a married man. No. I do not like her. I do not like my father either," Davis snapped. "And because of the shitty child support and maintenance you awarded my mother? We are barely scraping by. My mother needs my income, your honor. Without it? We won't be able to afford our cell phones, our rent, and other incidentals that come up."

Although he did sympathize with Davis's position, the Honorable Errol Fineman ordered Davis to participate in weekends with his father.

"Fuck. Just. Fuck," Davis said.

His first Friday at the home his father and Isla were leasing with the hopes to buy, Isla insisted Ronnie send Davis home. Davis walked into the home, greeted his father as 'Jackass,' greeted Isla as 'Filthy Whore,' introduced himself to Rolf Lainne with a sneering, 'Hiya, pussy,' and Jennsen Lainne as 'Whore In Training.'

"And wipe that smug expression off your face; better believe I'm calling my lawyer about this," Ronnie thundered.

"What the fuck ever, Jackass. You lost all rights to be my father when you put your pathetic little wee-wee ahead of your family," Davis said, striding down the street toward the trailer he and his mother and brothers now lived in since losing their home.

"We meet again," Judge Fineman harrumphed.

"Yes sir, but I don't know why," Davis said. "I did what you said. I went with Jamie and Stevie to spend the weekend at my father's home. Isla was the one that ordered me to leave."

"Let's try this again," Judge Fineman snapped after listening to Ronnie's attorney's spiel.

The following weekend, Isla made an effort to win Davis over; she had already made great strides with Jamie and Stevie. Davis regarded her in stony silence. When called to the dinner table, he pointedly shook his head 'No' and stayed on the couch in the living room. Ronnie was about to thunder into the living room but Isla put her hand on his arm, gently pushing the irate man into his chair.

"Leave him. Sooner or later, he'll get hungry," Isla stated, smiling confidently.

"Mm! Damn! This; Isla, you're a good cook, but damn! These pork chops are something else!" Ronnie said loudly.

"Hope it comes with a side of penicillin if she touched them with those diseased hands," Davis muttered as he ate the bologna and American cheese sandwich he'd stuffed into his backpack.

"And you and Rolf will be sharing a bedroom," Isla said as the family joined Davis in the living room.

"What? Why? That, that's my room," Rolf whined, stamping his foot as if he were five instead of fifteen years old.

"Don't think so," was Davis's reply.

"Fine, sleep on the couch, see if anyone cares," Ronnie snarled.

They turned on the television and selected a movie. Isla announced she was making parmesan popcorn; she knew that was Jamie's favorite. Quietly, Davis got up from the couch and went into the now empty dining room. He selected a chair and began doing his homework. A few minutes later, Isla entered, carrying a bowl of popcorn for him.

"Get that nasty shit away from me, you filthy disgusting whore," Davis said calmly. "And, so that we never ever have to have this conversation again? I will never ever eat anything you have touched with your diseased hands. Are we clear? Good."

Ronnie could tell his fiancé was upset but she refused to say anything. Halfway through the movie, he looked over and saw a few tears leaking from her big beautiful blue eyes. When he quietly asked her what was wrong, she abruptly got up and marched out of the room.

After the movie was over, Jamie and Stevie came to tell Davis good night. He smiled and grabbed Stevie in a playful headlock.

"Quit, butt face!" Stevie demanded.

"So, what was the movie about?" Davis asked.

He listened as Jamie and Stevie gave him an excited account of the movie. He smiled and asked questions, then reminded both boys they needed to brush all of their teeth. All of them. Front of their teeth and back of their teeth and bottoms of their teeth and tops of their teeth.

"We're not stupid," Jamie huffed.

"Yeah, Ju... Davis; we're not stupid," Stevie said.

"I know you're not. But I also know you sometimes forget," Davis smiled, hugging and kissing both boys on their cheeks.

Looking up, he saw sixteen year old Jennsen quietly observing them. When the beautiful blonde teenager realized Davis was looking at her, she suddenly bolted before Davis could heap his abuse on her.

Now that the movie was over, 'Family' time was concluded, Davis quietly gathered his books together and went to the living room. He sighed as he saw his father sitting in the recliner, angry scowl on his face and arms folded. He took a seat on the couch and waited.

"I am very disappointed in you," his father started.

"Feeling's mutual, Jackass," Davis said. "You're a grown man. Act like one."

"Ju... Davis? We're having pancakes, Sweetie. Want a few?" Isla roused Davis from his slumber on the couch the following morning.

"Thought we'd already had this discussion," Davis said, sitting up.

"Hmm? About pancakes?" Isla asked.

"About anything you touch with your filthy hands," Davis said, walking away to the half-bathroom in the hall.

"So! When is this shit going to end?" Ronnie demanded when Davis left the bathroom.

"When you quit being a jackass and making me come around your filthy whore and her bastard children," Davis shrugged. "Hey, dummy, news flash. I ain't here because I want to be. I'm here because you keep pulling my mother into court just so that you can get what you want."

"I, I am not a bastard," Rolf insisted.

"Yeah? Who's your daddy, hmm? Don't know? And she doesn't know either? Guess what? You and your sister? You're bastards," Davis sneered.

"Fine. Fine! Go! All right, just go!" Ronnie thundered.

"So you can just call up your lawyer and pull us back into court? No. I'll leave when you give me a piece of paper saying you're letting me leave," Davis stated.

With the signed paper from his father, Davis was able to get his job with the Boar's Lair restaurant again. Dianne would not admit it, but the extra money was very welcome. It was the difference between store brand bologna and generic American cheese and the name brand products. It meant being able to buy bread that wasn't on the clearance rack. She had to smile when Stevie thought something was wrong with the bread because it was soft.

A few weeks before the summer was to end, Ronnie had Jamie and Stevie for two weeks as his court ordered visitation allowed. He'd had them for two weeks at the beginning of the summer and had rented a cabin on Ten Bear Lake. Jamie and Stevie came back with tales of swimming, fishing and canoeing. Davis had managed to get work on an oil rig in Oxmore, North Dakota. It was hot, sweaty, filthy work, but the pay was exorbitant.

"We, uh, we're going to Ten Thousand Lakes Amusement Park," Ronnie said to Davis.

"That's nice," Davis said; Jamie and Stevie were within earshot.

Davis knew his brothers were excited, were really looking forward to the trip. He also knew, anything he said would affect their mood, their perception of the 'Family' outing. He loved his brothers and wanted them to have a good time. So, he spoke civilly to his father about the scheduled vacation.

"I uh, I'd really like it if you'd come," Ronnie said.

"Are THEY going to be there?" Davis asked, his meaning obvious.

"Of course they're going to be there; we're a family," Ronnie sighed.

"Then, no," Davis said.

"I uh, hey, saw Coach Percy the other day; said you uh, you haven't signed up for football this year," Ronnie said.

"Right," Davis said, turning to leave the living room of their trailer. "Are we done here?"

"Why uh, why not? I mean, shit, you, you're good at it," Ronnie asked.

"Two reasons, Jackass," Davis yelled. "Two reasons. Number one; we can't afford for me to do it. Half our money is now supporting your whore and her two shithead kids. And number two, idiot, we live in the Coronation school district now. So, I wouldn't be playing for Coach Percy anyway."

"See how he talks to me?" Ronnie demanded of his ex-wife.

"You mean, the way you earned?" Dianne sneered. "Your selfishness cost me, it cost him, its cost Jamie and Stevie. Seems like the only one it's not costing is you."

Entering Coronation High School, Davis had the typical struggles of being a new kid among the already well established cliques. Being sixteen and already a senior in all advanced studiesalso ruffled some feathers; the 'Alpha' males felt threatened by him. Jennsen did not encourage the animosity; she didn't discourage it either. As a cheerleader, she did have some sway but chose not to exercise her influence among her peers.

"Walk away now and you'll be able to play football," Davis sighed when three of the football players surrounded him.

Coronation High School had cameras in every hall. The camera in the East Hall did catch Jeffrey Dayton throwing the first punch. Had the image been a little larger, it would have been able to read Davis's lips as he asked Jeffrey if his breath smelled like shit because he'd cleaned his daddy's dick before coming to school that morning.

"Second day here, Mr. Schloegel," Principal Hartwell sighed.

"You can clearly see Jeffrey throwing the first punch. When I defended myself, his two boys jumped in," Davis said.

(He'd almost said 'boyfriends' but stopped himself.)

Coach Turner had a long talk with his players; bullying was not to be tolerated. Retaliation against Davis Schloegel would not be tolerated. His players smiled; Coach Turner very clearly stated that bullying ON CAMPUS would not be tolerated. Retaliation ON CAMPUS would not be tolerated.

David Davidson would also be out for the season and any hopes of a scholarship dried up as he hobbled about on his broken leg. His kneecap would need extensive reconstruction and he would never again be fast enough to be any threat on the gridiron. Doug Michaels did joke that his broken nose did improve his looks, but Coach Turner had a talk with the remaining football players; Davis was off-limits.

"Hey uh, Davis?" Jennsen said, approaching Davis one afternoon as he sat in the cafeteria, choking down the school lunch.

"Yeah?" Davis asked, not looking up.

Kennedy Martin froze as one of the pretty cheerleaders stood at their table. Her thick glasses magnified her large green eyes as she goggled at to object of her desire.

Paul Franklin stopped chewing. Paul Franklin stopped breathing as the slim blonde haired blue eyed goddess stood at their table. He sat, immobile and staring at Jennsen Lainne.

Glen Peters smirked and gave Jennsen a little head bob. He then flexed his flabby biceps, smirking and preening as Jennsen Lainne had finally come to her senses and approached him. Oh, she might be talking to Davis, but Glen knew beyond a shadow of doubt that Jennsen was there in a desperate attempt to garner his attention.

"Hey Jen," Glen husked.

"I uh, Mr. Ronnie says your uh, your birthday's next Saturday?" Jennsen said, ignoring the creepy Glen Peters.

"Yeah. And? Come on, get to the point. This shit's hard enough to eat without you making it worse," Davis snapped.

"Well, my mom wants to know what you want for your birthday," Jennsen snapped, blue eyes flashing angrily.

"Mass suicide?" Davis asked, finally looking up at Jennsen. "Other than that? I don't want shit from you, from your momma, from your brother, or from the Jackass."

"I don't know why my mother even cares," Jennsen spat. "And, only one's being a jackass is you!"

"Oh! Oh, that, that hurt!" Davis smirked. "Gee, if I gave a shit about you, I might care."

"So, uh, dude, uh, let her know I'm not doing anything Saturday," Glen smugly informed Davis when Jennsen angrily stomped away from their table.

"How, how do you know her?" Paul stammered out, gasping to catch his breath.

"Yeah, Glen, I sure will," Davis sneered. "Any other girls you want me to tell?"

"Oh my God I love her," Kennedy whispered, squeezing her pudgy thighs together.

Jamie and Stevie were next to ask Davis about his upcoming birthday. Davis was much more diplomatic with his brothers. They were unwilling participants in Isla and Ronnie's attempted manipulations.

"Look, buddy, just tell Miss Isla and Dad to respect my wishes. Okay? That's all I want from them," Davis said, grabbing Jamie in a headlock. "But from YOU? I want a million dollars."

"A million?" Jamie protested.

"A billion?" Davis asked, grabbing Stevie and tossing the boy onto his bed. "A trillion? Stop me when I hit the magic number."

"Lower," Jamie said. "A whole lot lower."

"Much, much, much, much, much lower," Stevie chimed in.

Davis was sure Isla had nothing but good intentions. He seemed to remember a quote about the road to Hell being paved with good intentions. But a fifty dollar gift card to the Boar's Lair BBQ restaurant tucked inside of a very nice card signed with 'With much love--Ronnie and Isla and Jennsen and Rolf' was laughable. Apparently, Ronnie had forgotten where Davis worked.

"Hey Todd," Davis said, entering his boss's office. "I can use the shredder?"

"Must be important," Todd agreed, pointing to the devise.

"Now, why you say that?" Davis smiled as he fed card, gift card and envelope into the shredder.

"Because normally you call me 'Toad' and not Todd," Todd said, watching as Davis caught the shredded papers.

"Aw, and I thought you didn't notice," Davis smirked. "Can I have an envelope?"

"Yeah. What's all that?" Todd said, opening a desk drawer.

"Birthday card from my dad and his new whore," Davis said.

"Birth, dude! It's your birthday? Why didn't you say something? Damn; I'd given you the day off," Todd sputtered as Davis wrote Isla's address onto the envelope.

"Because, Toad," I need the money more than I need the day off," Davis said, using Todd's postage meter to get the envelope ready for Monday's mail.

"Hey, Davis, table three needs clearing off," one of the waitresses called out from the doorway of Todd's office.

Wednesday of the following week, Davis knew Isla had received the envelope. He also knew that Isla had recognized what the envelope contained. Jennsen screamed her absolute hatred of him as he entered the East Hall of Coronation High School Wednesday morning. The smirk on Davis's face caused a flood of angry tears from Jennsen's eyes as she screamed more obscenities. Her earned detention did not help her mood, nor did it remove the smirk from Davis's face.

"Damn, man, what did you do?" Clay Witten gasped, approaching Davis as Davis pulled his books out of his locker for first and second period.

"Truthfully, I did nothing to her. But, I let her mom know I don't like her," Davis said.

Davis liked Clay. They had two advanced classes together. The poor geek was absolutely besotted with Kennedy, even though Kennedy was very clearly gay.

At Christmas time, Isla once more made an effort. Dianne sighed but agreed that Davis could borrow her car as an excited Jamie and Stevie put the gaily wrapped presents from Ronnie and Isla and Jennsen and Rolf to Davis underneath the tree.

"Sweetheart," Dianne sighed as Jamie and Stevie sat at the kitchen table, working on their homework and excitedly chattering about Christmas and what they hoped to get. "Sooner or later, you're going to have to let go of the bitterness."

"Am I, Mom? AM I?" Davis snapped, grabbing the three packages. "I'm borrowing my car. It's my car, but yours is going cost more than it's worth to get fixed. Dad's driving a new Explorer but we got one car."

Davis smiled; he had to push the driver's seat far back; apparently his mother had shrunk in the past year or two. Davis drove through the snow packed streets, not taking the time to admire the gaily decorated homes along the route.

"Mom!" Jennsen screamed when she opened the door to find Davis on their doorstep.

"What? Who, oh! Ju... Davis! I, uh, want to come in?" Isla stammered.

"Ma'am, I'm going to say this as politely as I can. I do not want your gifts. I want nothing from you," Davis said, thrusting the three packages into her hands. "Again, I am being as polite as I can when I tell you to leave me alone. Leave me out of any of your plans, leave me alone. Am I clear?"

"I, I was just..." Isla said, tears coming to her eyes.

"Leave. Me. Alone," Davis forcefully said, turning and stomping to his car.

"Merry Christmas," Isla said, a sob evident in her voice.

"Fuck off whore," Davis said once he was in his car. "And tell the Jackass to fuck off too."

Jennsen did not wait until the return to school to tell Davis what she thought of him and his un-Christian behavior. She stormed into the restaurant and cornered Davis as he hustled to clear a table.

"Table for one? Or will your shitty attitude be joining you?" Davis said calmly when she ceased her screaming to take a breath.

"I'm vegan," Jennsen snarled, fire shooting from her eyes.

"Makes sense," Davis said, moving on to the next table.

"See, it's inhuman, the slaughtering of innocent..." Jennsen started.

"Innocent? OH no, no ma'am. All of our animals were guilty of being vegan," Davis quipped, lugging the bin of dishes to the back.

"Hey Davis, please tell your girlfriend..." Todd snapped, irritated by Jennsen's tirade.

"Would if I had one; that's just the bastard child of my father's whore," Davis said.

"I am not a bastard!" Jennsen screamed. "And quit calling my mother..."

"Miss, you're not supposed to be back here," Todd demanded.

"I know this isn't the first time you've heard a boy say this, but... 'Who's your daddy?'" Davis smirked. "Yeah, I know; you don't know. Now, get out. Get out. Go away, leave me alone."

"I hate you," Jennsen shrieked, storming from the kitchen area.

"Wow, stud; she's pretty," Charlotte, one of the line cooks said.

"Yeah, the crazy ones usually are," one of the waitresses said.

Returning to school after the Christmas break, Davis found that time had not softened Jennsen's feelings; more than one of Jennsen's group of friends made sure Davis knew just how much Jennsen hated him. His genuine laugh made Jennsen's blood boil. But, she did not dare give voice to her feelings in front of Davis; she did not want another detention on her record.

In line in the cafeteria, Davis turned to Kennedy and said, "Hey Kennedy... Know the hardest thing about being vegan?"

Kennedy smirked, looking up at Davis. Jennsen whirled around, glaring white-hot hatred at her nemesis.

"Apparently, keeping it to yourself," Davis said and Kennedy smirked.

"That's not funny," Jennsen shrilled. "I do not..."

"OMG! Is, is she vegan?" Kennedy gasped, staring with adoring eyes at the slim blonde cheerleader.

"What? You can't tell? Marching around with that Auschwitz survivor physique?" Davis smirked at Jennsen's glare of absolute hatred.

"Not funny, dude," one of the football players growled at Davis.

"Oh, maybe you didn't get the joke," Davis said. "I could explain it to you but I can't understand it for you."

"DUDE!" Clay hissed, staring at the angered football player with apprehension.

"Vegan? I bet I could get her to eat meat," Glen said smugly, giving Jennsen a knowing leer.

"Like to see you try," the same football player threatened Glen.

Davis never missed an opportunity to mock Jennsen, her friends, her hairstyle, her veganism. The fact that Jennsen fell for every barb, every jibe simply made Davis laugh.

"Hey, Kennedy, know the only thing a vegan ever kills?" Davis asked.

"Hmm? I, wait, they, they don't kill anything, huh?" Kennedy asked.

"A conversation," Davis guffawed.

"You know, I didn't know better? I'd swear you're obsessed with her," Kennedy opined as Davis smirked at Jennsen's huff of indignation.

"I what?" Davis asked, gawking at Kennedy.

"I mean, dude, huh?" Kennedy said. "You never shut up about her."

In May, Ronnie graced the Schloegel trailer with one of his rare appearances. Davis ordered Jamie and Stevie to their bedroom; Mom wasn't home. Which was what Jamie retorted. Mom wasn't home and they didn't need to listen to him.

"You heard your brother," Ronnie snapped. "I want to talk to him. Without two little youngsters hearing everything."

With much grumbling and muttering, the two boys did go to their bedroom. Ronnie started to talk but Davis waved him to silence. Tiptoeing to the door, Davis suddenly shoved it open and smirked as two boys squealed when the door struck them.

"I uh, Mrs. Gashill? At your school?" Ronnie started when Davis gave him the 'all clear' sign.

"The guidance counselor?" Davis verified.

"Right. Anyway; she said you uh, Stevens University? Offered you a full scholarship?" Ronnie said.

"Wait, wait, wait," Davis ordered.

"What?" Ronnie asked.

"And, why is Mrs. Gashill even telling you ANY of this?" Davis demanded.

"Be, because I'm your father," Ronnie said, puzzled by Davis's question.

"Oh, no. You are the sperm donor. You are not the father," Davis snarled. "See, you lost that title when you decided your pitiful whore was more important to you..."

I have had just about enough of your constant..." Ronnie thundered.

"And you can leave now," Davis ordered.

"I just don't want you throwing your life away," Ronnie tried reasoning with his son.

"I'm not. I'm not throwing my life away. You are," Davis bellowed. "See, Jackass, when the judge said you get half the loaf and we get the other half? The judge obviously forgot that there are four of us having to live off of half whereas you? You get to live off of the other half. College? Even with a full scholarship? There is no money for college. Why? Because you took half the money with you. We're starving to death, but somehow you think its okay. I'm not throwing my life away; you already did that for me. Now. Get out. Get out and stay out; you're not welcome here. But enjoy your whore and her two cunts."

"You said a bad word," Stevie informed Davis when he told them they could come out of their room; their father was gone.

"Uh huh. And if you say it? I will give you a spanking then wash your mouth out with soap," Davis promised. "And then I'll tell Mom and she'll do it too."

"I can't wait to get big," Stevie complained. "Then I'm going do all that stuff to you, you hear?"

"You better wait to get big," Davis said, picking the boy up and squeezing him. "Let me tell you, sometimes? Sometimes being big is a lot of work."

His words had impact. Davis found that out when Jennsen screamed at him that she couldn't get a new tablet because his father said Davis's college was more important. Davis shrugged; her problems were not his concern.

And coming home, Davis was told, under no circumstances was Davis to miss the opportunity to go to college.

"Mom. Stevens? Has a dress code," Davis reminded her. "Suits and ties. We don't have that kind of money."

"We will get that kind of money," Dianne stated firmly.

Combing through church bazaars, rummage sales, and thrift shops in Coronation, Black Hand Lake, and Ten Bear Lake, Dianne amassed a good sized collection of suits and ties and dress shirts for Davis. One very nice black pinstriped suit was what he wore at his graduation.

To his resentment, his father and his father's whore attended the ceremony. As students of the school, Jennsen and Rolf also attended.

Knowing he would not accept anything from her, or from his father or from Jennsen and Rolf, Isla quietly gave Dianne the card and the ten thousand dollar check from Ronnie. Dianne was coolly civil to the woman, but did tell her 'thank you.'

"I know he doesn't want to hear it, but we really are so proud of him," Isla said before hurrying back to her seat.

"Yeah, well, I don't want to hear it either," Dianne grumbled, stuffing everything into her purse.

After the graduation ceremony ground to a halt, Davis attended one graduation party. He had not been a popular student so was largely ignored as he toasted his graduation with a very potent concoction of fruit punch and alcohol from a large green punch bowl.

Davis smirked as Kennedy had four cups from the green bowl, then made out with a frozen Paul Franklin and with an enthusiastic Clay. When Glen tried to horn in on the fun, Kennedy loudly declared there wasn't enough booze in Minnesota to get her that drunk.

"Hee-ee-ey! Congratulations," Jennsen said, staggering drunkenly up to Davis just before he prepared to leave the party.

"What? What are, Jennsen, what are you doing here?" Davis demanded, lightly shoving her away as she attempted to hug him.

"She's with me," a smirking graduate claimed, putting his beefy arm around the drunk girl's waist.

"Hey, Jackass, I'm at fourteen twelve Claymore Boulevard; the white brick house," Davis spat when his father picked up his call.

"What?" Ronnie said.

"Tell your whore, unless she wants to be a Grandma? She needs to get over to fourteen twelve Claymore ASAP and get her daughter out of here," Davis said then ended the call.

An hour later, Davis hung up as a tearful Isla called to thank him. In the morning, Davis walked to the PC Nation store in Coronation and had them change his phone number. The bored girl behind the counter pointed out he had some text messages and a couple of voice mails. Jerking the phone out of her hand, Davis deleted everything then shoved the phone across the counter. The girl shrugged and changed the phone number for him.

It was slightly depressing; the only person he would be able to give his new phone number to be his mother. Grandma would want to have the new number, but she would also give the new number to her son. So, Davis did not give his new number to Grandma. Jamie and Stevie did not have cell phones, even though they kept begging for one. So, his mother was the only one that got his new phone number.

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Once more, Davis labored on oil rigs until it was time to leave for Sopopaya, New Mexico. Dianne drove her son to the Greyhound Bus terminal in Black Hand Lake and tearfully hugged her son. Jamie and Stevie were fussy; there was nothing to do at the bus terminal but sit in hard plastic chairs and wait for the bus.

"What's Jackass doing here? Aw God, and he brought the whore with him?" Davis spat out when Ronnie and Isla entered the terminal.

"He's your father," Dianne said, painting a civil smile on her face for the sake of Jamie and Stevie.

"Congratulations. I'm proud of you," Ronnie said.

"Well, that's more than I can say for you," Davis said, ignoring his father's outstretched hand.

"I know you don't want to hear it," Isla said, standing so that Davis was hemmed in by his two brothers and his mother. "But I really am so grateful for what you did for Jennsen. She was so drunk she had no idea what was going on or what could have happened to her."

"What? What did you do?" Dianne asked her son.

"I did what any Christian would have done," Davis brushed aside the woman's effusive thanks. "Okay? It was the Christian thing to do. That's all. I would have done it for anyone."

Much to Davis's relief, the bus pulled up to the terminal. He assisted the bus driver in loading his footlocker and the luggage of the three other passengers. Then Davis hugged his mother and two brothers and ignored Ronnie and Isla and got on the bus.

With a shrug and smirk, Dianne herded Jamie and Stevie to the car and drove away. Arriving home, Dianne stomped her foot in irritation; Davis had left his last paycheck on the kitchen table, signed and endorsed over to her.

"Boy, I swear," she growled, even as she realized the check would make a good down payment on a more reliable car than the old car Davis had signed over to her.

Country Bob's Back Home BBQ hired Davis; Todd could not sing Davis's praises enough. The well-built and handsome young man was polite, efficient and willing to work. Of course, being a student of the prestigious Stevens University, his availability was limited, but Bob Billings was willing to work with the young man.

Almost before Davis was ready, the semester started. And, the instructors assumed if you had been accepted to the university, then you were ready for advanced level courses. Stevens University did offer some remedial courses in the required fields of study, such as Algebra, English, History and Biology. Other than these few classes, everything else was level 200 or higher. Davis did find the work load to be quite heavy, but soldiered through, maintaining a four point oh GPA.

Half his paycheck went home; Davis found the fare in the cafeteria to be less than appealing. Bob gave his employees a fifty percent discount on everything but his country style pork ribs. And on his rare nights off, Davis found it hard to resist a large Sloane's 'Loaded for Bear' pizza. Pepperoni, Canadian bacon, sausage, thick cut regular bacon, onions and bell peppers all covered in blue cheese. When he marched into the dormitory, pizza held aloft, many of the other residents covered their noses.

"How can you eat that?" Mark, his roommate complained.

"With my mouth," Davis smirked. "Why? How do you normally eat?"

He did not go home for the Thanksgiving Break. Truthfully, Dianne was glad of this. Ronnie had Jamie and Stevie; Dianne was looking forward to some peace and quiet. One of the waitresses offered the handsome young man a place to crash during the break between semesters and the eighteen year old Davis accepted.

During the Thanksgiving Break and the semester break, Davis was working forty to fifty hours a week. He used some of the money to get some small gifts for his mother, his two brothers, and his paternal grandmother.

Darlene Tandy was a twice divorced woman of thirty six, living with her twenty year old autistic son. Cole's father sent the child support check but had no contact with his son. Her first husband had full custody of their daughter; Bart had successfully sued for custody, citing Cole's autism as a potential threat to Clara, their daughter. This set the precedent for Clyde, Darlene's second husband to sue for and win full custody of Stuart and Paula, her twin boy and girl.

"So, I'll be bunking with Cole?" Davis asked, lugging his footlocker into Darlene's small wooden home.

"No, Sugar pie," Darlene smirked. "That would upset his routine. One thing Cole needs is his routine to stay unchanged."

"Oh, okay then," Davis said, looking at the lumpy couch.

"My bedroom's right down this hall," Darlene said.

Watching the woman's ample haunches jiggle and sway, Davis had that 'lightbulb' moment. Then, with a shrug and a smile, he lugged the footlocker down the hall.

Darlene taught Davis everything he would need to satisfy a lover. She was a good, thorough, and enthusiastic teacher and Davis was an attentive student.

And each morning, Cole would sullenly demand that Davis needed to go away. Every morning, Darlene would patiently explain to Cole that Davis was a friend and Cole needed to be friendlier to their friend.

At a thrift shop, Davis found a large Tupperware style container that held several hundred Lego blocks. He haggled the proprietor down; there was a light patina of dust on the container's lid. He also bought a turquoise blue flower pot then bought some silk flowers from a hobby shop. His two presents joined the meager stack underneath Darlene's plastic Christmas tree.

Darlene loved the gaudy pot and the flowers. Cole was unsure about the Lego blocks until Davis showed him how to connect the simple plastic blocks. A light seemed to come on behind Cole's flat brown eyes.

"Mr. Davis, I can make anything?" Cole asked, incredulous.

"Nothing can stop you," Davis assured the twenty year old child.

"I can make a car and a boat and a house," Cole babbled, thrusting his hands into the hundreds of plastic stacking blocks.

"Well, a car might be kind of hard; I don't see any wheels in there, but we can at least make the body of a car," Davis agreed.

Darlene had to threaten to take the blocks away when it was time to eat lunch. She found herself making the same threat at supper time and again at bath time.

The day after Christmas, sitting at the breakfast table, Cole did not demand that Davis leave. Instead, he babbled about everything he had built and everything he was going to build.

"Uh huh; you need to build me a new cock," Davis thought; Cole's mother had done her best to fuck the skin off of Davis's cock the night before.

"Hey Schloegel; fourth floor's got a new policy," Sherman Thompson, his new roommate for the spring semester said as Davis lugged his footlocker into his new suite.

"Oh yeah?" Davis asked, stuffing his footlocker under the bunk not claimed by Sherman.

"Uh huh. Sloane's bear pizza is no longer allowed on this floor," Sherman declared.

"Your ass too," Davis smirked.

"Dude, seriously, how can you stand to eat that?" Sherman asked, hanging his suits in the closet.

"I don't. Usually? I sit down," Davis said, putting the freshly laundered sheets onto his bunk.

As Sherman had declared Medical as his major and Davis had decided on Law, the two roommates had no shared classes. But they did share an easy friendship. And, after trying a slice of the Loaded for Bear pizza, Sherman went in halves for an extra-large Sloane's pizza whenever the urge struck them.

During the spring break, Bob closed Country Bob's for a thorough cleaning. Much to Darlene's disappointment, the proprietor used his frequent flyer miles and bought Davis a round trip ticket from the Sopopaya Municipal Airport to the private air field in Black Hand Lake, Minnesota.

"Your mother's at work," Ronnie explained when he was the one that showed up at the air field.

"That's fine," Davis said amiably.

Jamie and Stevie were less than impressed that their big brother was home. Davis's claims that they'd grown ten feet in his absence did bring smiles to the boys' faces. And when he started to cook supper, they were happy; Dianne's meals, usually prepared when she was exhausted were less than palatable.

"Uh? You two are tall enough to see over the stove," Davis reminded them as he rapidly diced the chicken meat. "Wouldn't kill either one of you to come over here and cook."

"NO, but it might kill us to eat it," Jamie retorted.

Dianne agreed with Davis; they were both old enough and tall enough to learn how to cook. This earned him two scowls at the dinner table. Hearing that Jamie was dangerously close to flunking English earned Jamie a scowl from his big brother.

"But it's stupid," Jamie argued.

"Why is it stupid?" Davis demanded.

"It, it's just so boring!" Jamie declared.

"Okay. Repeat after me," Davis said, nodding his acceptance of his mother's thanks for the meal. "Would you like fries with that?"

"Would you, why I got to say that?" Jamie asked.

"Because, if you don't pass English, don't graduate from school? That's the best you'll ever be able to do. You'll be stuck behind a counter, saying 'would you like fries with that?' for the rest of your life," Davis stated.

"I like Charger's; you should work at Chargers. They got good chicken sandwiches," Stevie encouraged.

After working with Jamie for a few moments, Davis had a realization come to him. After also helping Stevie with his own homework, Davis told their mother he suspected that Jamie might be dyslexic.

"Go great. Just. Great. What else do I need to spend money on?" Dianne snapped.

"Mom, I still got the money Jackass and the whore gave to me," Davis said.

"And you need to keep that," Dianne snapped. "Davis, you need to hang on to that money; God only knows what's coming down the pike."

"Tell Jackass his son needs help," Davis sighed. "Other than that? I don't know what to tell you."

~!@#$%^&*()_+

Sherman and Davis were among the few students that stayed for the summer classes. Sherman's home town was a small community in Vermont so it just didn't make sense to take a train all the way home, only to turn around and return to campus. They requested and were allowed to remain as roommates; as Sherman joked, his next roommate might be a pole smoking fruit loop.

"Right?" Davis agreed. "But, you do have pretty eyes."

"Really? I was thinking you have a pretty mouth," Sherman retorted and the two young men laughed.

For the small break between the summer semester and the fall semester, Sherman and Davis were told they would need to vacate the dormitory for at least four days. Davis asked Darlene if he and a friend could stay at her home for those days.

Davis had a garbage bag filled with Lego blocks that he'd found at a few garage sales and a church rummage sale. The sight of the hulking Sherman scared Cole and he stayed in his room as much as possible.

Sherman was delighted to lose his virginity and Darlene was delighted to have two virile young men in her bed, plugging her holes. When the dormitory was re-opened, Davis returned to the dorm by himself. Sherman did return the morning before classes were to start; worn out but with a permanent smile on his not very attractive face.

Leaving the dormitory building at six the following morning so that they could get in an early morning run before dashing to the cafeteria, Sherman ran into the suddenly stock still Davis. Lightly he shoved the dumbstruck young man.

"What? Aw come on, man," Sherman said, then followed Davis's line of sight. "Surely you've seen pretty girls before."

"What? What in the holy fuck is she doing here?" Davis spat bitterly.

"Dude! You know her?" Sherman asked, looking on as Jennsen Lainne and a chattering, laughing group of freshmen girls read the campus map, trying to navigate the somewhat confusing campus.

"Hey! Davis! Look, there's Davis. Davis, you know where the cafeteria is?" Jennsen called out cheerfully.

"Ooh, Jennsen, he's cute," one of the girls whispered loudly and the other girls squealed and giggled.

Jennsen smirked; she could tell her presence was very upsetting to her nemesis.

"No, no, we need to know where James Hall is," a petite Asian-American insisted. "That's where the orientation is."

"Help us Davis? Pretty please?" Jennsen cooed, playfully batting her eyelashes at him.

"Go fuck yourself, useless God damned whore," Davis snapped, starting his morning run without warming up.

Sherman stayed and helped the now somewhat subdued girls. He did remind two of the girls that there was a dress code at Stevens University. Yes, even for orientation, there was a dress code.

"Told you," Jennsen crowed.

"Man! Your sister is..." Sherman said when he saw Davis at the cafeteria that afternoon.

"... deceased," Davis said, nodding his agreement when the girl asked if he wanted tartar sauce with his fish.

"Huh?" Sherman asked, then nodded that he did want tartar sauce as well.

"My sister died. I was about three when Samantha died so I don't really remember a whole lot about it," Davis said, scanning his debit card through the scanner. "She'd be, let's see; hmm sixteen now."

"No, no, that Jennifer, Jenny, whatever her name is," Sherman said, asking for another serving of macaroni and cheese.

"Hmm? That is not my sister. Jennsen is the daughter of the whore my dad is shacked up with," Davis said, finding an empty table.

"Oh yeah? Think she uh, think she learned anything from her momma?" Sherman asked, diving in to his meal with gusto.

"Dude! Yeah, I guess you could ask her. But damn! They uh, they don't make condoms strong enough keep your pecker safe from all the diseases," Davis claimed.

Unlike many colleges and universities, Stevens University decreed that their students must attend at least four of the athletic events per semester, be it football or basketball or ladies volleyball. It was part of their socialization; it also meant that games were well attended, even during a losing season.

This school policy meant that Davis had to see Jennsen on the sidelines, performing with the other cheerleaders. Which also meant that Jennsen often saw Davis. And with a sassy little smirk, Jennsen would wave to him. Then, she would point him out to her fellow cheerleaders and they would smirk and wave at him. If he had not needed his student ID scanned to show that he actually did attend these games, Davis would have skipped the events altogether.

Davis was beyond relieved when he completed his four required attendances and could once more devote himself to his studies and his after-school job. Since Country Bob gave a ten percent discount to students, the restaurant was a popular restaurant among Stevens University students and Davis got to know many of his fellow students as he hustled to clear tables or acted as food server when the three waitresses were struggling to keep up with the rush.

Again, Davis did not go home for the Thanksgiving break; he and Sherman once more visited Darlene's home. Cole was delighted to show Davis everything he'd built from the thousands of Lego bricks. Davis was dutifully impressed and even suggested that Darlene might want to have Cole tested.

"My mom wants..." Jennsen started, standing in front of Davis as he struggled to balance his overflowing dish bin.

"A super dose of penicillin? A vaginal reconstruction?" Davis guessed. "Jennsen, I know you're an idiot, but even you have to be able to tell I'm too busy to just stand around and chit-chat with you."

"I can't be that much of an idiot; I got into Stevens, didn't I?" Jennsen shrilled at him as he hustled to get the bin to the kitchen.

"Yeah, one day you'll have to explain that one to me," Davis said to himself.

"Anyway, my mom wants..." Jennsen started again when Davis bustled into the dining area once more.

"No one cares what your mom wants, Jennsen. I damned sure don't care what that grossly promiscuous and blatantly immoral woman wants," Davis said.

"I hate you," Jennsen snarled, beautiful face twisted in bitter rage.

"There are almost six thousand colleges and universities in the United States," Davis said as he hurriedly wiped the table clean before hustling to the next table. "Hi folks! Enjoying that down home country barbeque?"

"Are there really that many colleges?" the father asked as Davis started clearing the table across the aisle.

"Yes sir. Of course, COVID closed a few down, but last time I checked, there were five thousand nine hundred and fifteen schools that offer advanced educations," Davis agreed.

"So it is a complete mystery to me why you decided to go to this school," Davis said to Jennsen before disappearing into the kitchen once more.

"Tell that asshole my mom wants to know what he wants for his birthday," Jennsen snapped at Twila, a bone thin waitress.

"Apparently, he wants you out of here and far away," Darlene chuckled as she brought a tray of food to a table. "Hi folks! Okay, who had the pulled pork platter? No cole slaw?"

"She's cute," Twila encouraged as she entered the kitchen. "Her mom wants..."

"I do not give one good God damn what she wants, her mother wants, any of them want," Davis erupted.

"Damn, boy. Get a hold of yourself, huh?" Bob ordered, shoving three platters through the service window. "Order up!"

Christmas was spent at Twila's trailer; Darlene was in a relationship with Benny, a blandly handsome twenty three year old Latino. Davis thought it a bit odd; Twila had many religious artifacts proudly displaying her Catholic upbringing everywhere in her trailer. Yet, she was an animal in bed and did not refuse Davis anything.

"What? God created me, God created you," Twila shrugged. "And He created fucking. So, you think about it? We're just praising Him when we fuck."

"I suppose so," Davis smiled, knowing Reverend Donaldson of the Church of the Resurrection would not agree with Twila's views on sexuality and spirituality.

Apparently, Jennsen had told her mother and step-father where Davis worked; a package arrived at Country Bob's Back Home BBQ a few days before Christmas. It took all of Davis's self-restraint to not rip the box open, defecate on the gaily wrapped packages within and ship the box back to Ronnie and Isla. Instead, he simply wrote a message that his biggest wish for Christmas was to simply be left alone.

"Jackass, please abandon me the way you did three and a half years ago," Davis wrote. "Whore, just pretend I'm one in the extremely long line of men you've fucked in the past and act like I no longer exist."

"Uh, kind of cold there," Twila said as she read the note.

"Hmm? Oh, oh good. I was afraid it might be too warm and loving," Davis said as he taped the box shut.

"You know; we're getting ready to celebrate the birth of Christ," Twila said.

"Yeah. Which is why I didn't shit in the box first," Davis agreed. "Said the post office is three blocks that way?"

Returning to Stevens University for the spring semester, Davis learned that he and Sherman would not be roommates. Instead, he was paired with Caleb Horowitz, a fellow pre-law student. Within two hours, Davis was sick and tired of Caleb's constant barrage of Jewish jokes. He vowed to take the Save-well gift card his mother had sent to him and purchase ear plugs.

"What's the definition of a Jewish dilemma?" Caleb asked.

"Don't know and frankly, don't care," Davis sighed. "Dude, do you ever shut up?"

"Free ham," Caleb guffawed.

When Davis did not respond, Caleb felt compelled to explain the joke. Davis did not bother to disguise his sigh of exhaustion.

"Aw man!" another student laughed when Davis left the dorm room, claiming he wanted to get coffee from the Student Union. "Don't tell me they hooked you up with Horowitz the Jewish Horror."

"Don't push it; I am one millisecond from snapping and killing everyone," Davis said.

"Don't worry. It gets worse," the other student assured Davis.

"What do you call an inexpensive bris?" Caleb asked before the door fully closed behind Davis three hours later.

"Dude, seriously? Do you ever shut up?" Davis said, exasperated.

"A rip off," Caleb laughed.

Again, Davis did not respond, and again, Caleb explained the joke. Davis let out a loud groan and prayed for a speedy end to the semester.

"Okay, God, apparently I'm being punished for something," Davis said out loud as Caleb launched into another joke. "Remember, I didn't shit in the box. I just sent it back to them; I didn't shit in it."

"Ah! Mr. Schloegel," Dr. Patterson, the Dean of Law smiled when he saw Davis enter the classroom on the first day of class. "Debate! Excellent, excellent. I do look forward to your wit and dedication to research."

"Thank you, Dr. Patterson," Davis smiled, then turned to find a seat in the rapidly filling auditorium.

Oh my God. Why?" Davis demanded as he saw Caleb Horowitz and Jennsen Lainne sitting in the second row.

He selected a seat in the fifth row and wondered why God would be laughing at him. Debate was open to other electives, not just Law so he wondered briefly what Jennsen Lainne may have selected for her major. Then he reminded himself it did not matter what her major might be.

"All right, all right; there are one hundred and nine of you that are scheduled for this class," Dr. Patterson called out after shutting the door. "So, we're going to start at the rear of the auditorium, working our way from left to right. You will stand, give us your name, give us any nicknames or other names you wish to be addressed by, and your declared major, then you will sit down. If you have any preferred pronouns, well good for you but that is your personal business. The entrance exam for Stevens University has two genders on the first page. If you did not check either gender, you are not sitting here. If you checked both boxes, you are not sitting here. And, please begin."

A few of the students did insist on introducing their preferred pronouns. Dr. Patterson lightly shook his head but allowed the introductions to continue.

"Hi. Davis Schloegel," Davis said when it was his turn. "My major is pre-Law. I prefer to be addressed as 'sir' or 'His most holy and divine Leader.'"

"Davis it is," Dr. Patterson agreed, smirking as Davis sat down.

"Hi, uh, I, I'm Bear," Charles Dirkschnauder said, then sat down again.

"What's your major?" Davis hissed at the profusely blushing young man.

"Huh?" Bear asked Davis.

"Stand up. Tell everyone your real name. Then tell us what your major is," Davis hissed.

"Huh? Oh! Oh, okay," Bear said and stood again. "My uh, my name is Charles and I uh, I'm the starting center for our basketball team; go Scorpions!"

"Don't, Mr. Schloegel," Dr. Patterson said before Davis could assist Bear a second time.

"You are kidding me. God, you are kidding me," Davis groaned when Jennsen declared her major as pre-Law. "Why God? Why?"

Thankfully, this was the only class Davis and Jennsen shared. But Davis had a Statistical Analysis class prior to the Debate class so had to hustle from one class to the next before the door was closed. Somehow Jennsen seemed to know this; Davis strongly suspected that Caleb had spilled this information as he fawned over the blonde beauty. So Jennsen made a practice of standing just outside of the classroom and greeting Davis with saccharine sweetness as he strode past her.

In February, Jennsen began dating Charles 'Chip' Schilling, the Stevens Scorpions star running back. Rumor around campus was that the New Orleans Saints planned to pick him up at the NFL draft in April. She and Chip would stand outside of the classroom, arms entwined around one another. Davis did wonder what a twenty one year old man wanted from a seventeen year old girl; especially one young enough and immature enough to play silly games.

"Not my problem," Davis thought as he ignored the greetings from Jennsen and Chip.

Davis also ignored the effusive greeting he received from Caleb. Undaunted, Caleb continued his conversation with Davis even as Davis climbed up to the fifth row.

"I don't know why, but she really hates you," Jennsen's roommate, Jada giggled to Davis as she climbed to her seat in the seventh row.

"How about you? Do YOU hate me?" Davis asked.

"No," Jada giggled breathlessly, almond eyes open wide.

"I, uh, I'm off on Thursday," Davis said. "How about Sloane's Pizza then we'll go to the Student's Union? They're showing the films of Ingmar Bergman."

"Okay!" Jada agreed happily.

"Dude, you are my hero!" Bear whispered to Davis.

"Uh huh," Davis mumbled, suddenly feeling very petty, very small, and very remorseful.

At Sloane's Pizzeria, Davis let Jada select their pizza; his only caveat be that there would be no anchovies on their pizza. While they waited for the pizza, Jada chattered non-stop about absolutely nothing. Her favorite topic was Jennsen; it was obvious to Davis that Jada was enamored with the blonde beauty.

"How much is what was it? The Ingmar Bergman Film stuff?" Jada asked when they left the Sloane's Pizzeria.

"Free; we're students," Davis reminded her.

"Oh. Uh, you uh, you got enough money for a motel room?" Jada asked, heavy blush coloring her adorable face.

"Yes I do," Davis agreed.

In Room 211 of the Budget-Stay Motel, Jada revealed that Jennsen had been livid when she'd discovered who Jada's date was. Shrugging out of her lacy top, revealing her light pink 24A bra, Jada said since she was going to get all kind of grief from Jennsen, it might as well be worth it. Dropping skirt to the floor, Jada modeled her matching bra and panties before reaching back and unclasping her bra.

Davis had scoffed when Caleb reminded Davis to pack a few condoms. Now, looking at Jada's small breasts with hard nipples, concave belly and plump pubic mound covered by a few wisps of black pubic hair, Davis was grateful for the three condoms in his pocket.

Jada was actually surprised when Davis began by gently kissing her. His fingers danced over her diminutive body as his kisses grew in passion. Soon, he had the eighteen year old girl grunting and groaning in need.

"Oh fuck!" Jada cried out when Davis's mouth followed the progression of his fingers.

Darlene and Twila had enjoyed Davis's attention to their breasts. Jada achieved climax from breast play. Her pussy was dripping her excitement onto the polyester bedspread when Davis's mouth reached her pussy.

After tonguing her to two more orgasms, Davis wiggled up and presented his cock to her mouth. Jada was very enthusiastic as she slurped and stroked him to a juicy climax. Showing him the lake of semen in her mouth, Jada then swallowed his load before once more taking him into her mouth.

Rolling a condom onto his renewed erection, Davis rolled on top of Jada's willing body. Being younger and smaller than Darlene and Twila, Jada was much tighter than the two older lovers. Instinctively, Davis knew to be slower, more attentive to his lover as he thrust into her.

Three condoms later, Davis left the electronic key card on the low dresser.

The next time Davis entered Dr. Patterson's class, Jennsen and Chip were not waiting for him outside of the classroom. When Jennsen did enter the classroom, she shot Davis a glare of white-hot hatred.

"We grade this class on a curve," Dr. Patterson intoned. "After our first presentations, we have one person with a perfect one hundred in this class. This, of course is very bad news for the rest of you."

Davis was pretty excited about the proposed presentation; to defend the ridiculous. Already, his mind was racing through possibilities.

"What? I, how, Davis, I need help, Dude," Bear moaned as Dr. Patterson gave the parameters. "I mean, shit, thanks to whoever this asshole is with the one hundred? I'm making a thirty in this class. Dude, we make it to March Madness I won't be eligible to play!"

"We got this," Davis encouraged. "Just think of something that really pisses you off and we'll defend it. No matter how stupid it is, we'll defend it."

"Know what really does piss me off?" Bear said as everyone gathered their books. "You know those cars? The ones got their music so loud you can't hear nothing else? I mean, come on, man! Turn that shit down, huh? Can't even understand none of the words."

"But we're going to defend those inconsiderate ass wipes," Davis smiled.

As was his wont, Dr. Patterson had the class grade their fellow students' presentations. Some students did well, many did not. Jada was one student that did not do well. Even as his cock was hard, remembering their one date, Davis gave her mostly 2 and 3 * ratings on her presentation.

Davis actually laughed when Jennsen decided to defend veganism. Either she had not fully understood Dr. Patterson's assignment, or she realized how foolish true veganism was. On the pre-printed form the Teacher's Aide had passed out, Davis wrote 5*s for each point. In the ''Comments' section Davis wrote that he honestly felt that veganism was a difficult proposition that held little appeal, but Jennsen Lainne's presentation was masterful and informative.

When Dr. Patterson called his name, Bear gave Davis a sickly smile then walked to the podium. Davis nodded his head with approval as Bear took a moment to settle his nerves.

"Man! Turn that shit down!" Bear suddenly yelled, startling most of the people in the auditorium, including Dr. Patterson and the overweight TA.

Then Bear launched into an impassioned plea for others to respect his right to deafen himself by constant overexposure to high decibels. He asked where in the Constitution of the United States of America it might be written that music, words, sounds should be polite, unobtrusive.

Several times during his presentation, Bear had to stop to allow the laughter of his fellow students to die down. He had difficulty stifling his own laughter. Although legally sound, his position was ridiculous.

"So, I am asking you, I am imploring you, stand with me. Stand with me and defend my rights to be a selfish, inconsiderate douchebag, a total tool," Bear said and bowed before scampering back to his seat.

"Nailed it," Davis laughed, giving the boy a fist bump.

"Man, you are the coolest," Bear laughed, relieved that it was finally over.

"I look forward to continuing this for next class," Dr. Patterson smiled, dismissing the students. "Bear? Fine job, young man. A very fine job."

"Dude, you are the coolest!" Bear gushed and Davis shook his head.

"I suppose you gave me all ones," Jennsen snarled bitterly as Davis and the still effusive Bear passed her in the hallway.

"Actually, no. I thought you did a great job and wrote that in the comments section," Davis said, not breaking stride.

"Yeah, right," Jennsen sneered.

Davis took the position that the word 'Green' should be removed from the English language. After all, the color green was simply a mixture, a combination of the colors blue and yellow. Therefore, dark green could simply be described as 'blue-blue-blue yellow.' A light green? Yellow-yellow-yellow blue.

"So, give me a big mess of some collard blue yellow, y'all heah?" Davis concluded

"Ah yes, in the sixties, I vaguely remember taking some really wild Moroccan blue yellow," Dr. Patterson smirked. "Mr. Schloegel, Dr. Minden must love you in her English three twelve class."

"Carrying a four point oh," Davis admitted with a smile.

"Dude, you made my head hurt," Bear accused when Davis sat down.

Jennsen had given Jada, her hated roommate all 1*s and wrote some very disparaging comments in the section afforded for that purpose. She did the same for Davis's presentation and simply wrote 'I have no words to describe this absurd and unconvincing presentation.'

"And that concludes our solo projects. Next week, you will be assigned a topic, told whether you are 'Yay' or 'Nay' and then you will debate a classmate that has the counterpoint to your topic," Dr. Patterson said after the final student did a very lackluster job of their presentation. "I warn you; these topics are hotbed issues. And no. You may not switch topics or positions, no matter your personal feelings regarding the topic."

Davis was given the task of defending the Paris Climate Change Accord. Dr. Patterson did smirk when he heard Davis let out an audible groan.

Fortunately, Jada was available for some stress relief. She admitted Jennsen vacillated between icy silence and full-blown screaming tirades. Both Jada and Jennsen had requested new roommates and so far, those requests had been denied.

Davis remembered that the clerk had mentioned free movies so turned the television on. Before settling on 'Gang Bangs' Jada had scrolled through nearly every menu choice except for Gay Male and Transsexuals. Anal made her squeal, Asians actually made her laugh, and Lesbian made her pause for a very long moment.

"You ever do that?" Jada asked as they watched one fortunate young man as he fucked one blonde while the other blonde rode his face.

"No," Davis admitted.

"You want to? Miranda said she thinks you're really cute," Jada hinted.

"That's that, um, oh damn, where's she from? New York? Yeah, I don't think so," Davis said. "God, listening to that voice?"

(He'd almost said 'that really fat girl' but had stopped himself from uttering the body-shaming statement.)

After the solo presentations were completed and the actual debating had begun, Davis did notice that Jennsen was once more parading Chip Schilling around. Ignoring Jennsen, Davis asked Chip what he thought their chances were in the upcoming basketball tournaments.

"I'm hoping we make the cut," Chip enthused. "Man! We made the sixty four?"

Jennsen was less than pleased to be excluded from the conversation. She plastered a smile on her face, gave Chip a lip to lip kiss, then followed Davis into the classroom.

"We're not going make the cut," Bear whispered to Davis. "Norwill edged us out when they beat GW Norris last night."

"The Cyclones beat the Knights? Damn! Glad I didn't bet on it," Davis lied.

"And that seven thousand will help me get that Tundra," he thought.

He decimated the young man that argued against the Paris Climate Change Accord. He smirked as he saw Jennsen nodding her head in approval. When she realized she'd been caught, she scowled bitterly at Davis and scribbled on the scoring card the TA had handed out.

March 31st, standing outside of the classroom, Jennsen sweetly asked Davis what he was going to give her for her birthday. Chip stood, arm possessively around Jennsen's waist.

"Oh! And when is your birthday?" Davis asked.

"Tomorrow," Jennsen said, actually perking up.

"April fool's day?" Davis hooted. "Really? April fool's day? You are kidding me! Man, how appropriate!"

After class, Davis walked-ran to Country Bob's. He stripped out of suit and tie and donned his jeans and Country Bob's Back Home BBQ Uniform blouse before grabbing the first bin of dishes.

"We been open what? Thirty, thirty five minutes?" Davis asked, noticing the pile of dishes was extremely high.

"Left over from last night," Twila spat.

"Bob, I know Peter's what? The nephew of your buddy?" Darlene said, pointing to the stack of dishes the young man had left for the next shift to tend to. "But really?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll talk to Anders," Bob sighed as Davis hustled to get the first rack into the industrial dishwasher.

The lunch rush was constant. Davis hustled between clearing tables, washing dishes, stacking dishes and keeping the silverware trays stocked.

Peter came in and Bob pulled the sullen young man into the rear to have a man to man chat. Davis braced himself for the inevitable; he would be working a double shift.

To his surprise, Peter started working the moment the office door shut behind him. With a nod, Davis took off the apron and grabbed his suit and tie and dress shirt.

The following day was a Saturday. Davis was early for the shift and nodded with satisfaction when he saw that Peter had kept up his end of the bargain. Bob smiled tightly and whispered to Davis that Peter Anders was on probation and needed this job.

The lunch rush was nonstop from the moment Darlene unlocked the front door. Davis barely had time to breathe, much less dilly-dally. Darlene was hung over and was moving pretty slow; Davis and Connie, a fairly new waitress had to hustle to hold up Darlene's work load.

"Dude, seriously?" Davis heard a familiar voice as he cleared a particularly messy table; it had been one harried father and four young children.

"Stupid bitch won't put out, or SAYS she won't put out," Davis heard Chip respond to Caleb Horowitz's query.

"Sucks," Caleb commiserated.

"But don't worry. It's the stupid cunt's birthday. Taking her to that House of the Red Dragon; they got some vegan shit on their menu," Chip said.

"Wait. She really is vegan?" Caleb hooted.

"Yeah, but couple drops of this shit in her food? Jennsen the vegan virgin will be eating meat," Chip said, voice low as he showed Caleb a small vial of liquid.

"Man!" Caleb enthused.

"So, A hundred? I'll send you the pictures," Chip promised.

"Pic... Come on! How much to you know, get a little of that?" Caleb wheedled.

"Five," Chip said.

"Five... Damn. Come on, two hundred?" Caleb bargained.

"Fuck man, quit being such a tight as Jew, huh?" Chip said. "Five hundred; I know you got it."

Caleb laughed loudly at Chip calling him a 'tight ass Jew.' Which, of course, prompted another slew of Jewish jokes. Connie slapped their platters in front of them without a sound and hustled to pick up the next order.

"Bob, got an emergency," Davis said, hustling the dishes into the dishwasher. "Be about five minutes."

"What? Shit, boy, you can't see that line?" Bob complained.

"Emergency," Davis repeated, grabbing his cell phone from his pocket.

"Boy, this better not be one of them stupid April Fool's jokes," Bob warned.

'Jackass, please have your Whore tell her idiot daughter that her boyfriend plans on drugging her and selling her to his friends,' Davis typed out. "No, no, stupid auto-correct! Whore! W H O R E, not hour!"

"What? What the hell are you doing?" Bob asked, looking over his shoulder at Davis.

Quickly, Darlene was already complaining that table five needed clearing, Davis told Bob what he'd overheard. Bob studied Davis's face for a long moment.

"Boy, this turns out to be a joke? Aw God damn, God damn. I really like that boy; shit! He was going go to the pros," Bob said, pulling his own cell phone from his pocket.

"Yes, Darlene, yes, I hear you," Davis said, grabbing his bin.

"This is Robert Billings. Let me speak to Captain Renfroe," Bob snapped into his cell phone.

"Son, did that sound like a request? This is Captain Robert Billings, of the Sopopaya Reserve. Put Renfroe on the line. NOW," Bob snarled into the phone.

As Davis hustled to stay ahead of the mad rush, Ronnie read the text message to his wife. Isla immediately called her daughter.

In her dorm room, Jennsen slammed her text book shut when her cell phone rang with her mother's ring tone. Rolling her eyes, Jennsen sent her mother's call to voice mail; they'd already spoken earlier that morning. It was a bit of a tradition ever since Jennsen got her first cell phone; Isla would call her daughter as early as possible and sing, very badly, 'Happy Birthday' to Jennsen. They'd already had that phone call; Jennsen couldn't be bothered to endure another badly sung greeting. With a sigh, she grabbed her shower kit from her closet. Ignoring Jada, Jennsen left the room.

In the shower, Jennsen covertly masturbated; she had a date with Chip and had decided, now that she was eighteen, she would give her virginity to him. After all, he loved her and said, when he went to the pros, he would marry her.

"Girl, your phone's been ringing and ringing," Jada informed Jennsen when Jennsen returned to their room.

"My phone is none of your concern," Jennsen snapped at the little slut.

Finally, curiosity won out and Jennsen did listen to the frantic voice mail and did read four text messages, one from her step-father and three from her mother. She scowled darkly; apparently neither Ronnie nor her Mom remembered that today was April Fool's day. Why else would that hateful, spiteful and obviously jealous son of a bitch Davis have anything to say about Chip?

"Wow, that, you, you look unbelievable," Jada complimented when Jennsen slipped into her knee length light blue sundress.

"Thanks," Jennsen said before remembering that she was mad at Jada.

She tried a few hairstyles before finally deciding on a French braid. Blushing hotly, she checked to make sure she had a few condoms in her purse before leaving the room.

More than one girl complimented her dress, complimented her hair and her meticulously applied makeup. Two of the girls even remembered that today was her eighteenth birthday and Jennsen smiled as she accepted the birthday wishes.

She felt very naughty as she traipsed down the stairs; the spaghetti straps of her dress dictated that she wear a strapless bra. But since tonight would be ending up in a room at the local Home Comfort Inn or the Budget Stay Motel, Jennsen had decided to go sans bra. She'd almost gone sans panties, but decided the sky blue thong panties were just too pretty to discard and wiggled her slender hips into them.

"You look gorgeous," Chip enthused when she climbed into his red 2021 Ford Mustang with Eco-Boost.

"Thanks," Jennsen smiled, leaning over the console to kiss him.

Just as they crossed the invisible line that took them from the campus of Stevens University, an unmarked Sopopaya County Sheriff's Office Police car hit their lights and siren from directly behind them. A police cruiser suddenly veered from the opposite lane and nosed up to the front of Chip's car.

"Mother fucker! Aw, aw that fucking pussy, that fucking pussy," Chip cursed.

"Huh?" a frightened Jennsen asked, looking from the police car in front of them to her boyfriend's ruddy face.

"Tell that Davis, soon as I get this shit taken care of? I'm kicking his fucking ass," Chip snarled, working a vial from his trouser pocket and stashing the vial underneath his seat.

"What? What was, Chip, what was that?" Jennsen stammered, ice blue eyes wide.

"Good evening, officer," Chip said, putting on a genial smile as the uniformed deputy approached the driver's window.

"Officer, he put something under his seat; I am not involved in this in any way," Jennsen said just as the officer asked Chip for his ID.

"You, you stupid fucking cunt!" Chip snarled, backhanding her across her face.

Given the tight confines in the car, Chip's slap hurt Jennsen's feelings much more than hurt her physically. Still, the blow did cause her to burst into wails. Chip found himself being hauled from the car while the second officer grabbed an evidence bag and some vinyl gloved from his cruiser.

"Hell of a birthday, huh?" the second deputy mumbled as he drove Jennsen to the police department for her statement.

"Can I call my Mom?" Jennsen sobbed.

"Yeah, Honey. You're not under arrest," the officer said.

Magnanimously, since it was her birthday, Captain Renfroe allowed Jennsen to order her birthday dinner from House of Red Dragon Chinese Restaurant. A small Asian-American girl roared up a few minutes later on a large scooter and flirted shamelessly with the cute desk sergeant while Captain Renfroe paid for the meal.

"Next time you see Captain Ugly, make sure you tell him I treated you right," Captain Renfroe joked, putting the Styrofoam containers in front of the sniffling girl.

"Who?" Jennsen asked.

"Bob?" Captain Renfroe suggested. "Bob Billings? Country Bob's Back Home?"

"Oh!" Jennsen said, connecting the dots from Captain Ugly to Davis.

"This is the second time that young man has saved your hide," Isla had reminded Jennsen during their earlier phone conversation.

"But, but he hates me," Jennsen had protested.

"Apparently not," Isla had said. "He hates me. There's no question about that. He hates me; probably hates Ronnie even more than he hates me, but, Jennsen, this is the second time he could have walked away, left you to your own devices but decided to stand up for you instead."

It took very little pressure for Chip Schilling to cave. He named the seven schoolmates that had paid five hundred dollars apiece for the opportunity to fuck a Scorpions Cheerleader. The video equipment was already in Room 112 of the Home Comfort Inn; Chip would not film himself fucking the drugged girl, but would film her taking on one, two and three men at a time. Then he would sell the tapes to an amateur porn web site.

"Sick little fucker," the arresting officer muttered as he jotted down the names of the seven young men.

Judge Aaronson issued warrants for the seven young men. They were easily rounded up; they were waiting in Room 112, waiting for the party to get started.

"Well, I at least get my five hundred bucks back?" Bear stupidly asked as he was read his rights.

While all of this was transpiring, Davis was slogging along at Country Bob's Back Home BBQ. Peter had not shown up for his shift, deciding that smoking some crystal meth was more important than showing up for work. Bob was angered but Darlene reminded him, the desire to use was often stronger than the desire to stay out of jail. So, Davis wearily pasted a smile on his face and cleared tables and washed dishes.

"By the way, Davis, they popped your buddy Chip," Bob remarked as Davis shoved the final load of dishes into the overworked dishwasher.

"Huh? Oh, oh, good. I guess," Davis wearily said, resting his head against the warm stainless steel shell of the appliance. "Thank God we're closed tomorrow."

"Oh? Shit, I didn't tell you?" Bob smiled.

"April fool's," Davis guessed before shuffling to the computer to clock out of that day's shift.

"You sure you want to be a lawyer? You're a damned good worker here," Bob remarked as they stepped out of the dark restaurant into the warm evening.

"I don't know whether to be flattered or insulted," Davis said, waving as he trudged toward campus.

"Shit, I'd be insulted," Corrine, one of the waitresses said. "Want a ride, boy?"

"Yes ma'am," Davis agreed, gratefully getting into the car.

Stepping out in front of the male dormitory, Davis barely had the passenger door shut before a slender girl slammed into him, sobbing her broken heart out. Davis wrapped his arms around the unknown girl, wildly looking around for some kind of clue. He certainly could not understand what the unknown girl was babbling.

"Why?" seemed to be the girl's favorite word.

"God, I know I have got to stink," Davis thought, softly patting the girl's back as she clung tightly to him.

"And where the hell is everyone?" Davis wondered, looking around again for some assistance with this needy female.

Finally, her tears seemed to abate slightly. She snuggled against him, resting her face on his chest.

"Miss? Come on; I know I stink. I've been around barbeque all day long," Davis said, trying to gently push the girl away.

"Ew! That's right!" Jennsen screeched.

"Jesus Christ, Jennsen, what? What the fuck?" Davis spat out, recognizing the girl now that she was arm's length away from him.

He slapped his forehead then laughed a genuine laugh. Jennsen wiped her runny nose with the back of her hand, watching him through reddened eyes.

"Oh man! Good one," Davis said, smiling as he waggled a finger at her. "April fool's, right? Oh you got me with that one. But wait. You just wait 'til next year. I'll get you good, you hear?"

"It, it's not an April fool's joke," Jennsen sniffled, fresh tears forming in her eyes. "You, you were right. What you told my Mom? About Chip? You were right."

"Oh," Davis said, losing his smile. "I, I'm sorry. Are you, are you all right?"

"No. No I'm not. The one guy, the one guy I thought I could trust, Davis, I, I was going to let him," Jennsen sobbed and clutched at him again. "I was, I we, he said he loved me and we were going to do it, you know."

"The it?" Davis started to ask, then remembered Chip dubbing Jennsen the Vegan Virgin as he and Caleb had discussed Chip's plans for the blonde cheerleader.

"Well, I uh, I, I'm sorry," Davis mumbled, not knowing what else to say.

"You know," Jennsen smiled weakly. "That, that's twice. That's twice you saved my life."

"I very sincerely doubt I saved your life, Davis scoffed, wanting to go into the dormitory, get out of his sweaty, stinky clothes and take a hot shower.

"In Chinese culture? That means you're responsible for me," Jennsen smiled coquettishly.

"God, really? See your mother taught you well," Davis fumed. "Well, unlike Jackass? Manipulation doesn't work on me. Good night, good bye, and good riddance."

Davis stormed inside, only to discover that he had an audience. Several of the male students had been crammed in the small lobby, watching his interaction with Jennsen Lainne.

"Dude, that girl's been waiting all night for you," one young man said, obviously in awe.

"Hey, Schloegel, heard what happened to your roomie?" another young man asked as Davis trod to the stairs.

"Caleb? Don't tell me, someone finally shut him up?" Davis asked, pausing by the door of the stairwell.

"That girl's still standing out there," another young man offered.

"Got arrested tonight," the second young man said gleefully.

"So, they finally made being obnoxious a crime? About time," Davis said and jogged up the stairs.

~!@#$%^&*()_+

The campus was abuzz with the news of Chip's arrest, Bear's arrest, and to a lesser extent, the arrests of the others involved in the scheme to drug and rape a cheerleader. Some of the student body did not blame chip; he was just doing what young men did.

These rabid Chip Schilling fans decided that Jennsen Lainne was to blame and began a campaign to harass her, to cause her to drop out and leave Stevens University.

"Fuck, fuck and fuck!" Davis growled, stepping into the cafeteria and witnessing verbal abuse being directed at a tearful and very fearful Jennsen.

"Hey!" Davis bellowed into the face of the largest and therefore most aggressive of the group. "I'm the one that called the police. I. I'm the one that got him arrested. Want to yell at me? Huh? Want to call me names? No? Didn't think so, chicken shit."

"That will be enough, Mr. Schloegel," Provost Stevens said, confronting the now stricken group. "The nine of you? My office in ten minutes."

Davis found Jennsen clinging fiercely to his arm as he walked to the main administration building. More than once, he tried to politely extricate himself from her desperate clutch. This had the opposite effect; she clung to him more desperately.

"No, please don't," she begged, eyes swimming in tears.

Upon learning that they were no longer students of the prestigious Stevens University, the seven harassers once more turned their ire and bitterness toward Jennsen.

"You God damned fucking bitch! This is all your fucking fault!" the largest girl once more took the initiative.

"What? How is this..." Jennsen demanded.

"Hey, Lisa? Did Jennsen ask you to harass her? No, you decided to take that on. So, only one to blame is you," Davis said. "Dr. Stevens, is there any disciplinary action being taken against myself?"

"Of course not. You neither instigated nor encouraged the altercation," Dr. Stevens said, tucking a strand of her graying red hair behind her ear.

"What about me?" Jennsen quickly asked.

"No, Ms. Lainne. You and Mr. Schloegel are free to leave," Dr. Stevens said, rising as four Campus Security Officers arrived to escort the seven former students to their dormitory so that they could pack their belongings.

Again, Jennsen grabbed onto Davis's arm as they left the office. She tried to herd him toward the elevator but Davis opened the door of the stairwell.

"Slow down," Jennsen begged as Davis took the stairs two at a time.

"Jennsen, in case you haven't figured it out? I am trying to get far, far away from you," Davis snapped. "I missed breakfast this morning and I'm starving. Did I get to eat lunch? No. Why? Because of you. And now, I have ten minutes to get to my Neurobiology class."

At the landing between the third and second floors, Jennsen managed to wedge Davis into a corner. She pressed her lips to his, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I love you," she whispered, then trotted down the stairs.

"You are insane. You are certifiably nuts," Davis spat as he passed her at a dead run.

"And you love me too," Jennsen declared, laughing happily as he barreled out of the stairwell.

The next day, entering Dr. Patterson's Debate class, Davis rolled his eyes as Jennsen smiled widely and patted the empty seat next to her, the seat Caleb had occupied. She frowned as Davis ignored her and went to his usual seat. Jada gave him a beaming smile and he returned her smile and greeting.

"Fine. Fine. But it's better down on the second row," Jennsen grumbled, taking Bear's former seat.

"Jennsen, I know you're a bit of a simpleton, a dullard, a dolt. But even someone as thickheaded as you should be able to see I don't want you anywhere near me," Davis yelled, getting the entire classroom's undivided attention.

"Fine," Jennsen snapped and returned to her original seat.

"Ah, ain't love grand," Dr. Patterson quipped then began the lecture.

She joined him in his morning run. Being a cheerleader, Jennsen was in excellent shape and was able to keep up with him, stride for stride. At breakfast and lunch time, he found an unwelcome guest at his table. Once, he'd intentionally picked a table that had only one empty seat. Undaunted, Jennsen sweetly asked the girl sitting to Davis's left if she would pretty please let her have the seat. Work seemed to be the only refuge Davis was allowed. So Davis picked up a few extra hours. He took to eating his dinner at Country Bob's Back Home BBQ on his days off, occupying a small table and studying his notes and textbooks while polishing off two pulled pork platters.

"There anything vegan on their menu?" Jennsen asked, sitting down across from him.

"Oh for the love of God!" Davis snarled. "Is this, is this how your mother trapped the Jackass?"

"No," Jennsen snapped. "He's the one came after her. Told her he was separated. It wasn't until after she found out he was still married."

She looked at the single page menu. She ignored Davis as he seethed.

"Potato Salad? That vegan?" Jennsen inquired. "Oh! Black bean! I love..."

"Potato salad has bacon bits in it. Also has mayonnaise; made with eggs," Davis said, slapping his textbook shut. "The black beans have chunks of ham in it. And before you ask, the apple fritters are made with butter. Real butter."

"Cole slaw?" Jennsen asked hopefully.

"Mayonnaise and sour cream," Davis sighed. "So, no, Jennsen, there is nothing here that you could eat."

"Sloane's has a vegan pizza. I know you like Sloane's," Jennsen said, getting to her feet as Davis stood.

"Yeah, I like the 'Loaded for Bear' pizza," Davis agreed, leaving a five dollar tip for Connie. "But Jennsen, I've already eaten."

"Take me? Please? I haven't eaten yet," Jennsen wheedled.

"God damn, what? What is it with you?" Davis yelled as they stepped out into the twilight. "Jennsen! Get it through your head! I do not want you around me. God! You are worse than your mother! I keep telling the ignorant slut to leave me the fuck alone but does she?"

"My mother is not..." Jennsen flared up.

"Who's your daddy? And Rolf?" he challenged. "Yeah, she's a slut."

Her punch surprised him. It did not hurt; it startled him. Then he smirked as Jennsen hopped around, clutching her hand in her other hand.

"Let me see," Davis demanded as she sobbed, clutching her hand.

"Go away! Leave me alone," she cried.

"Aw shit, Jennsen, you broke that finger," Davis sighed, rapidly scrolling through his phone. "Hi; the nurse's station still open? Yeah? Good. Got a young lady, eighteen, acts five most of the time. Broken finger, probably a sprained wrist; it's starting to swell."

"I hate you," she sniffled as they walked toward the campus.

"Feeling's mutual," Davis said.

In the nurse's station, Davis was shamed into waiting for Jennsen to be treated then discharged. She sniffled from the nurse's station to her dorm but other than her sniffling and occasional whimper, the walk was silent.

"The nurse said next time I should punch you in the gut," Jennsen whispered as they approached the front door of the dormitory.

"And if you would just please, please, please leave me the fuck alone? There wouldn't need to be a next time," Davis said.

"I love you," she whispered, raised up on her tiptoes and kissed him.

"What the fuck ever, Jennsen," Davis said, walking away.

The Toyota Tundra sold before Davis could get enough scratch together to buy the vehicle. The same car lot had a 2012 Chevy Silverado with a garish camouflage paint job. It galled Davis slightly, but he used part of the ten thousand dollars That Ronnie and Isla Schloegel had given to him. The salesman was very unhappy with Myron Davis Schloegel, Jr.; he'd hoped to make part of his money from the financing of the sale.

Davis's last day working at Country Bob's Back Home BBQ restaurant was a busy one. After his shift ended, Bob shook Davis's hand and wished him well. And that was it; there was no farewell party or tearful goodbye from Bob or any of the waitresses.

Stepping out into the night air, Davis sighed. Sitting on his tailgate, hand still bandaged was Jennsen Lainne.

"You're going home," she accused.

"Only for a couple of weeks," Davis agreed. "Then I start interning with Jay Marksmen."

"Ew, him?" Jennsen screwed up her pretty face. "I see his commercials on TV? I want to throw up."

"Good to know. Now, get off my truck," Davis ordered, unlocking the driver's door. "And close that tailgate; no one gave you permission to lower that."

"Take me home. My Mom gave me the money for a plane ticket; I'll give you the money," Jennsen begged.

"Eleven hundred miles? Trapped? In a truck with you?" Davis scoffed. "You don't, they don't make enough money for that to ever happen."

"Please? Pretty please?" Jennsen begged.

"Hell boy, do it," Darlene smirked, unlocking her old but dependable Buick. "First time she gets out to pee? Haul ass; leave her out in the middle of nowhere."

"Yeah! Yeah, okay, Jennsen, I'll take you," Davis agreed, smiling maniacally.

"That's not funny. Come on, close this for me; it's too heavy," Jennsen complained, trying to lift the tailgate with her one good hand.

"Well, who told you to lower it?" Davis spat, easily slamming it shut.

"Darlene, you don't have somewhere to go?" Davis snapped as Darlene stood by her car.

"No, not really. This is pretty interesting,' Darlene smirked.

It gave Davis a great deal of satisfaction, driving away as Jennsen stood by his passenger door, waiting for him to unlock it. In the rear view mirror, he saw her stomp her foot in irritation.

Davis cleaned his dresser and his closet. He did idly wonder what would happen to Caleb Horowitz's suits, textbooks, and his laptop computer. Two Dorm Monitors did a quick visual check of the room and agreed that Davis had thoroughly cleaned his side of the room.

"But, dude! Masterful, the way you got rid of Horowitz," one of the DM's laughed.

"Dude, as annoying as he was? I wouldn't wish that on anyone," Davis shook his head and the DM lost his smile.

He used the elevator; the footlocker was far too cumbersome to lug down the three flights of stairs. And, stepping into the lobby, he saw her waiting for him. Naturally, she had an audience. Five of the boys were just sitting mutely, in awe of the blonde girl. Three of the older boys were trying to impress the girl.

"Sorry, Kyle, Tony and um..." Jennsen smiled, getting to her feet.

"Brad," the third talkative young man offered.

"... but here's my man," Jennsen said. "Did you get the text? From your mom?"

"Text?" Davis asked. "And uh, no, I am not your man."

Checking his cell phone, Davis saw that he had not taken his phone off of 'Silent' since his Trigonometry exam. There, in glowing letters was his mother's text message.

'Please do me this one favor,' his mother begged. 'Your father is driving me crazy.'

"My suitcases are right there," Jennsen smiled triumphantly as Davis let out an exasperated growl.

"I'll get them for you," Brad and Kyle both offered, trying to grab the same suitcase at the same time.

"God damn, God damn, God damn," Davis cursed as he sent his mother a reply.

"Guys, put them in the truck, huh? Back there, they'll get stolen first time we stop for gas," Davis told Kyle, Tony, and Brad as they struggled with Jennsen's two suitcases.

"Damn, Jenny, what you got in here?" Kyle wheezed.

"A dead body?" Tony agreed.

"No, just my clothes and books and..." Jennsen said.

"Let me guess; you don't know how to drive," Davis said as he closed the door of the rear of the pickup truck.

"No. Not really. My mom tried to teach me, but she yelled at me and I started crying and..." Jennsen admitted.

Davis turned on the truck's satellite radio; it was already tuned to his Heavy Metal station. Jennsen began to object so he cranked the stereo louder, much, much louder.

Two hours into their drive, Jennsen tapped him on the arm. She made a cup around her mouth and yelled that she needed to tinkle. Davis smirked and mouthed that she should hang it out the window.

"Please?" she yelled.

Davis pulled up to a gas station, stating that they needed to fill up anyway. He smirked at her when she begged him not to leave her stranded. She repeated her request and he just smiled an enigmatic smile at her. With a worried glance back, she scampered to the interior of the gas station.

He debated with himself for a nanosecond; he wanted to park on the other side of the gas station. For a brief moment, or until he would honk his horn, she would think he had actually abandoned her.

Instead he pulled up to the front of the convenience store. Then he realized he needed to empty his bladder and got out of the truck.

"There's a Newhart's in here; what do you take in your coffee?" she gushed, clutching onto his arm when he entered the large convenience store.

"Large; four creams," Davis said.

"And, you want a biscuit or a cinnamon roll? I'm getting a cinnamon roll," Jennsen enthused, still clutching firmly on his arm.

"You get a cinnamon roll, you better get a cup of water. You're going to need to clean your hands after you eat that sticky mess," Davis said. "Sausage, egg, and cheese, add grilled peppers and onions."

"I got this," Jennsen assured him as he pulled his wallet from his front pocket.

She was waiting by the truck, box and bag hampering her abilities. She leaned against him, her pert little bottom rubbing against his thigh as he unlocked and opened her door for her.

When he climbed into the driver's seat, Jennsen busied herself setting everything out. Davis started the truck, carefully backed out, then navigated their way to the highway. Then he held out his hand for his biscuit.

"Uuum, this is sooo good!" Jennsen happily said as she chomped on a forkful of her hot, gooey cinnamon bun.

Davis wanted to tell her; that delicious icing that was so heavily slathered onto the cinnamon bun was made from whole milk and confectioner's sugar. He wanted to strip that happy, slightly sticky smile right off of her face. For a brief moment, as she tilted her head to catch the morsel of food from the tines of the plastic fork, it did look like she had semen dotting her pretty lips.

"Fuck it; let her enjoy it," Davis smiled. "Plus that; as long as she's eating, she's quiet."

"You were right!" Jennsen said, needing several napkins dipped into the cup of iced water to clean hands and face.

"Got Jamie and Stevie. And, of course, Jamie says he's not going get any on himself but always does. And Stevie? Doesn't even try to stay clean," Davis smiled.

"You love them," Jennsen observed.

"Of course I do; they're my brothers," Davis agreed.

"So, why don't you like..." Jennsen started and Davis immediately turned his satellite radio on, blasting Five Finger Death Punch.

Lunchtime did present a bit of a problem; there were no vegan restaurants in the sleepy little town they happened upon. Finally, Jennsen spotted a Subway and happily announced that she could get a vegan sandwich there. Even though Davis chose a foot long meatball sub, Jennsen insisted on paying for everything.

Dinner was at a diner attached to a Home Comfort Inn in Mordbrand, Kansas. Davis smirked; he could tell the waitress was beyond irritated with Jennsen's very selective eating habits. And, in front of Jennsen, he reminded the aggrieved waitress that he wasn't the one making all of the unreasonable demands of herself or their cook.

"So, please, don't step on my hamburger steak," Davis said.

Despite Jennsen's yammering, Davis was nearly asleep by the time their dinner arrived. A glance at his watch and a mental calculation of their journey told Davis there was at least another nine hours ahead of them.

"Soon as you're finished with your rabbit food there, we're getting a room," Davis said, tearing a huge chunk of his steak with his fork.

"We are?" Jennsen smiled, then frowned. "Cut that; it's too big."

Since Whittle College was having their graduation ceremonies, the Home Comfort Inn was fairly booked. Davis asked for one room with two double beds. The clerk apologized; all that was available were rooms with a queen sized bed and one with a king sized bed.

"We'll take a queen," Jennsen stated, smiling happily at Davis.

"I am too damned exhausted to argue," Davis grumbled and nodded for the clerk to proceed with the check-in.

"Yay!" Jennsen giggled happily as Davis pushed the luggage rack to Room 221.

Davis insisted on taking a shower first. Jennsen implored him to hurry; she really needed to tinkle. Davis did not dawdle; he was bone tired and just wanted a bed.

"Wait until you see my teddy," Jennsen enthused when Davis opened the door of the bathroom.

"Jennsen, this isn't our honeymoon," Davis said, staggering to the bed.

In the bathroom, Jennsen luxuriated in the shower, making sure her legs and armpits were nice and smooth. She even gave a little trim to her blonde curls. Then she took care with her makeup and finally wiggled into her fetching pink satin teddy. A critical look in the mirror showed her that her 28B breasts were small and that her hips were slightly bony.

"He likes that Jada, God! What a slut! And my tits are bigger and I do got a nice butt," Jennsen assured herself as she prepared to make her grand entrance.

And her beau was sound asleep. With a sigh, Jennsen lifted the covers and crawled into bed. Wiggling over, she lay down with her compact buttocks pressed against his cotton clad buns.

"I love you," she murmured, still feeling the endless road vibrations in her bones as she settled her head on the cheap motel pillow.

"What? What time is it?" Jennsen warbled, still groggy as Davis roused her.

"Time to go," was Davis's answer.

"Davis! It's, is that clock right?" Jennsen complained, seeing that it was six thirteen on the bedside digital clock.

"I don't know. I'm not in charge of the motel clock," Davis said.

"Ten more minutes?" Jennsen begged.

"Right. Ten more minutes, I will be on the road whether you're in the truck or not. Come on; get a move on," Davis ordered.

"You're an asshole," Jennsen declared, wiggling out of bed.

Jennsen used the commode, pulled on bra, tee shirt and blue jeans. She brushed her teeth, then her hair and was ready to go.

"Coffee! Where, where did you get coffee?" Jennsen demanded, seeing Davis sitting on the edge of the bed, drinking from a Styrofoam cup.

"Lobby," Davis said. "Ready?"

"Did you get me one?" Jennsen demanded.

"No," Davis said, dropping the cup into the wastebasket. "Ready?"

In the lobby, they availed themselves of the continental breakfast. Davis did not tell Jennsen, but when he'd been in the lobby earlier, he'd heard the server tell a guest that the large black pepper biscuits were made with real buttermilk and animal lard. As they came out of the oven, the cook brushed them with melted butter. He sat, fighting the smile as Jennsen ate two of the large, fluffy biscuits with a generous slathering of apple jelly. A pecan Danish was hungrily devoured as well and Davis told her to go to the restroom just off the lobby to wash her sticky hands.

"My hands are not, oh!" Jennsen protested, then noticed that her hands were indeed sticky from apple jelly and the icing from the pecan Danish.

"Please, can we listen to ANYTHING else?" Jennsen begged as Davis turned the radio on.

"Yeah, go ahead," Davis agreed.

Ten seconds later, he regretted his generosity. She squealed happily when a Katy Perry song poured out of the speakers. An hour later, as a Taylor Swift song warbled, Davis asked her if she had an extra tampon; he'd never had a period as heavy as this one.

"Oh, shut up," Jennsen snapped. "I like it. How can you not like her? She is just so awesome; she writes all of her own stuff."

"Translation, no she doesn't but no one else is willing to take the blame for this crap," Davis said.

After stopping for gas, lunch, and a bathroom break, Davis asked Jennsen if they could find a compromise. Her music was deplorable and apparently, she did not care for his music. They found a Classic Country station and got on the highway again.

"Oh! Oh! I like this one! My mom? She had this uncle; he was blind," Jennsen prattled as a Glen Campbell song started.

After the third song, after Jennsen's third running monologue about some trivial fact about the song, Davis turned the radio up to a deafening level.

After Willie Nelson finished singing, Davis turned the radio down again. He looked pointedly at Jennsen as a Dolly Parton song began. She sat, head hanging low; apparently, she'd received the message, loud and clear. Davis did not want to hear anything from her mouth.

The next time they spoke, Davis asked if she wanted to stop for supper somewhere, or did she want to keep going. Quietly, she asked how much further they had to go and Davis guesstimated it would be about another forty five minutes.

"I'm pretty hungry; is there a Newhart's anywhere? Oh! Look! There's a is that? Mama Roma's Pizza! I can get a vegan pizza there," Jennsen said.

While they waited for their individual pizzas, Davis called his mother. He told her he was about an hour away; did she want him to buy anything for their supper? Jennsen also called her mother and with happy squeals and excited whispers, Jennsen let her mother know she was approximately an hour away from home.

"Miss?" Davis said when the waitress placed their pizzas in front of them. "I need to order an extra-large pepperoni to go."

Jennsen was greeted by loud squeals and excited hugs from her mother. Davis wrangled Jennsen's two suitcases out of the truck and nodded politely to Isla. Ronnie stuck out his hand to his son and Davis regarded his father, regarded the outstretched hand, then walked around the truck to the driver's side.

"Really? Really, son? Still carrying..." Ronnie spat but Davis closed the door on the rest of his complaints.

Jamie and Stevie were excited to see the pizza. Stevie also thought that Davis's pickup truck had a really cool paint job. Dianne introduced Davis to her 'Friend,' a slightly chubby and somewhat mannish looking woman named Wendy. Wendy and Dianne worked together at the Save-Well store.

"Yeah, I'm in automotive," Wendy said.

"Still in womens wear," Dianne said.

~!@#$%^&*()_+

Jay Marksmen was a sleaze. As he liked to say, it was ninety nine percent of lawyers that give the rest of them a bad name. He was certainly guilty of giving lawyers a bad name.

"So, David, why do you want to be a lawyer?" Jay asked as Davis finished watching a boring and uninformative web seminar on sexual harassment in the workplace.

"So I can sue whoever made that seminar," Davis groaned. "And sue whoever decided anyone has to watch that seminar."

Swiveling in the wobbly, ancient desk chair, Davis regarded the well-dressed, well-coiffed man. Jay was already looking over Davis's head at Charlene Connor, a very well-developed brunette.

"And, Mr. Marksmen, my name is Davis. Not David," Davis stated firmly.

"Hmm? Oh, oh, sorry," Jay said, already forgetting what Davis had just said.

"But why do I want to be a lawyer? My dad saw a cute blonde and decided to divorce my mom. The judge decided, even though my mother was raising three kids, that fifty percent was an equitable split. He gets to walk away with half, while she has to figure out how to feed four people on half. Even though, all of my dad's income was barely enough to feed and house and clothe all of us when we were together, the judge decided my mom had to make do with half. No-falt divorces? Fifty-fifty splits? Are not equitable and I want to fight for that mom who all of a sudden has to take care of a family while he runs off to play house with someone younger and prettier."

"Damn, David, I hear you. I hear you loud and clear," Jay smiled; he could see that the brunette was eating up every word the male intern was spewing.

"Mr. Markensen, my name is Davis. Davis Schloegel," Davis stated, very decisively.

"Hmm? Oh, I know," Jay said, wanting the conversation to end so that he could charm the brunette into his office.

"What did I just say?" Davis demanded.

"Look son, you, you're here as an intern, okay? Learn your place," Jay snapped, now tired of this conversation.

"Thank you for this opportunity," Davis sighed, grabbed his coffee cup and left the office.

"What? What the hell was that all about?" Jay smiled at the brunette.

"What that was about, Mr. Markensen, was your lack of common courtesy," Charlene stated, grabbing her purse. "Manning, Wilson, and Durrell had asked me to intern with them, but I'd already committed to interning with you. I hope the spot is still available."

"His name was DAVIS. DAVIS, not David," Gloria, Jay's executive assistant sighed when Jay complained about the three interns leaving before the first day was concluded.

"Huh? Who?" Jay stopped in mid-rant.

"You asked him why he wanted to be a lawyer," Gloria reminded Jay.

"What? I, I ask all of them that," Jay sputtered. "What? All of a sudden, that's politically incorrect?"

"His name was Davis. He told you his name was Davis. And twice, you called him David, even though he specifically told you his name was Davis. I would ask you if you have a hearing loss, but I know you can hear a zipper go down a mile away," Gloria said.

Manning, Wilson Durrell & Associates were delighted with the three last-minute interns. Arthur Manning did not make the same mistake as Jay Markensen; he learned the names of all the interns. Beth Wilson made sure to learn the name of George McKnight, the tall, well-muscled African-American intern.

On the second Friday of their internship, Davis asked Charlene Conner if she'd like to go to House of Red Dragon and then to the Student Union; they were showing the films of Penny Marshall. The well-developed brunette intern regarded Davis coolly.

"Uh, this wouldn't happen to be because Jennsen's out of town?" Charlene asked.

"What? What's Jennsen got to do with..." Davis asked, confused.

"Look, I know what I look like," Charlene said, even pointing to her substantial chest. "But, I am not a side piece."

"A what? And what does Jennsen have to do with us going on a date?" Davis asked.

"You're her man, right?" Charlene asked. "She told everybody..."

"I am NOT her man; good God, I cannot stand her," Davis laughed a bitter laugh.

"All right; I'm in the Carsillo Apartments off of Evans Road," Charlene agreed.

They enjoyed a good, filling meal at the Chinese restaurant. Davis was pleased that Charlene ate meat. After they ate an ice cream cone at Dell's Dairy, Charlene coyly suggested they just watch a movie at her apartment.

After he tongued her to two grunting orgasms, Charlene said, "Damn! No wonder Jennsen says you her man! Fuck! You rock her like that?"

"I am not her man; I have never stuck my tongue anywhere near her," Davis snapped.

"Ooh, touchy," Charlene teased.

With a building resentment, Davis fucked Charlene hard and fast. He hammered her in the missionary position until she cried out in orgasm. Then, he put her on hands and knees and roughly grabbed her hanging, swaying breasts and mauled them while pounding her with angry strokes. She gasped, grunted, cooed and groaned in climax then gasped as Davis pumped a sizable load of semen deep in her.

"Damn, no wonder she says you're her man," Charlene teased, then grunted as Davis used a handful of her hair to guide her mouth to his slimy cock.

Davis used her bathroom; his bladder was aching. While he stood, debating with himself if he should stay or go, his phone rang.

"Damn it!" Davis muttered; his phone was in the living room with his trousers, shirt, shoes and underwear.

"How could you?" Jennsen's voice mail sobbed when Davis did retrieve his phone.

"How could I what?" Davis asked out loud, baffled.

"By the way," Charlene giggled, grabbing a can of Diet Coke from her refrigerator. "Sent a text to your little girlfriend. Oh! She was not happy!"

"How many times..." Davis snarled. "She is. Not. My

"Come on; I see you ready for more," Charlene smirked, noticing Davis's rampant erection.

The summer internship ended with Davis and George being offered afternoon internships. Even as she kept one eye on George, Beth told Davis she was willing to work around his schedule.

"In other words, your attention to detail really impressed us," a junior associate whispered to Davis.

Charlene was not offered an evening internship and did not take it well. She refused to go on a date with Davis to celebrate his internship.

"Take your little girlfriend, why don't you?" she snarled, brushing past him as she stormed to the glass doors of the building.

"Women, can't live with them and it's against the law to shoot them," George commiserated as he and Davis left the building.

"Only if you get caught," Davis said and the two young men gave one another fist bumps.

They shared no classes and at the four sporting events Davis was required to attend, Jennsen pointedly ignored him. She could not ignore him the fourth time; he showed up with Jada on his arm.

"Oh, someone is not happy," Jada giggled as Jennsen glared with white hot hatred. "We going to Country Bob's after?"

"Mm hmm," Davis smiled and even waved to Jennsen.

The Home Comfort Inn was closer to Country Bob's Back Home BBQ restaurant so that motel chain got Davis's money. Once more, Jada selected Gang Bangs on the television, even though they spent very little time watching the television.

After the second condom had been used, Davis went into the bathroom to empty his bladder. Stepping out of the bathroom, Davis watched Jada as she rubbed herself while watching lesbian pornography on the television.

"Other than Jennsen, who would you most like to fuck?" Davis asked, sliding onto the bed next to her.

"I uh, I don't, I wouldn't..." Jada stammered, then whispered, "Colleen. Colleen Dumont."

"That little red head?" Davis said. "Yeah, she is cute, isn't she?"

"You, you're not, you don't think that's disgusting?" Jada asked.

"No. And you know why?" Davis asked.

"Why?" Jada asked, peering at him with wide eyes.

"Because it's not disgusting. It is just who you are," Davis shrugged.

"Thank you," Jada whispered, then started crying.

They dressed in silence. At the door, Davis gave her a hug and soft kiss. She hugged him tightly and smiled up at him.

At the door to the dormitory, Jada and he again shared a kiss and hug. Then she made him laugh when she swatted him on his ass before running for the door of the building.

Shortly before mid-term exams, Jennsen sent word to Davis that she needed to talk with him. Davis smirked at the young courier as she waited for his reply.

"Tell Ms. Lainne, no, no, wait, I'll write it down," Davis said.

'Helen Waite schedules all of my appointments. You want an appointment to talk with me, go to Helen Waite' Davis wrote, folded the piece of paper and gave it to the smiling girl.

"I don't know, and I don't care," Dianne said to Davis when he answered her call. "But if I have to get one more call from your Jackass father..."

"Fine, fine," Davis said. "How's Jamie coming in his classes?"

"That tutor is doing wonders," Dianne said. "And, they are working with him at school, so that helps. Stevie thinks it's funny to rhyme everything with 'Fart' so he gets a spanking every night but..."

Davis was still smiling after his brief conversations with Jamie and Stevie the Fart Meister Schloegel when he called the cell number the courier had given to him. Jennsen picked up just as Davis was poised to hit the 'end call' button on his screen.

"Davis, please, I need your help," Jennsen begged. "I am about to fail Statistical Analysis and the bitch Professor Larsen recommended asked me out on a date and when I told her no she tells me to figure it out myself."

"Did you really call Ronnie?" Davis asked.

"Huh? No, why? I called my mom; I mean, I talk to her almost every day but..." Jennsen babbled.

"Library, third floor. Twenty minutes," Davis interrupted Jennsen's monologue and ended the call.

Looking over her test scores, Davis could see that Jennsen really was in danger of failing. He dug out the first test and winced at the '56 'she'd managed to earn. Slowly, meticulously, he explained each problem. Then, after she jotted that information down, he explained how to solve each equation.

"So, if the price of gin goes up by twenty five percent, what happens to the sale of vodka?" Davis asked, rifling through and looking for her second test.

"I don't know," she wailed. "Davis, I'm going to fail this class; I just know it!"

He put his finger over her lips, the universal 'shush' signal. Impishly, she bit his finger. When he laughed, she giggled happily.

"But seriously, when the price of gin goes up..." Davis prompted.

"The sale of vodka goes up?" Jennsen guessed.

"Yes. And if we know how many bottles..." Davis continued.

Jennsen claimed hunger and fatigue just after they'd corrected her third test. Grudgingly Davis agreed to Sloane's Pizza. Happily, she leaned over and kissed him, then said she would meet him by his truck; she needed to tinkle.

He was polite and opened her door for her. His reward was another lip to lip kiss. And another reward was her changing his radio station to some bubble gum all-female schlock.

"No, no, just try mine," Jennsen begged when Davis decided on a medium 'Loaded for Bear' pizza.

"Jennsen, this, this is not a date," Davis declared forcefully.

The pout and sniffle were annoying. The silence while they ate was not annoying to Davis, although he could tell she was busting to chatter, to ramble on about nothing in particular. She clung to his arm after he paid for their meal and again gave him a soft kiss at his truck door.

"Classic Rock? How about Classic Rock?" Davis demanded. "Taylor Swift sucks."

"Silly! That's Christina Aguilera!" Jennsen giggled.

"Like there's any difference?" Davis asked, finding the Classic Rock station.

"Oh! Oh! I love this one!" Jennsen whooped and started singing along with Steppenwolf's 'Born to Be Wild.'

"Go over what we worked on," Davis said, pulling in front of the dormitory. "Go over that, and if you have any questions..."

"What you doing Saturday? Morning?" Jennsen said.

"Did you hear what I said?" Davis asked.

"Study what we went over," Jennsen repeated. "They have that hot air ballooning festival Saturday morning."

"She'll call her mom, the whore will tell Jackass and Jackass will bother my mom," Davis sighed.

"Hey, Davis? Get her up in a balloon? When no one's looking, push her out," Davis told himself.

They sat in silence for a moment. Finally, Jennsen pointed to her door and Davis put the truck in park.

"So, we leave here at seven?" Jennsen asked when he helped her out of his truck.

"Cafeteria opens at... Sure, sure," Davis sighed.

"Yay!" Jennsen giggled happily and kissed him.

"Real high, God, okay? Get the balloon real high so I can push her," Davis begged as he drove to the male dormitory.

Davis's roommate laughed at Davis's complaints. Then the young man said he'd give his left nut to have a hot little blonde honey sweet on him.

"Don't know if she's into that black-white thing, but I'll tell her," Davis said, flinging himself into his bunk.

"Yeah? Tell her its nine inches long and 'bout as big around as a soda can," the young man said.

"Uh huh," Davis agreed.

"And then when it's all hard?" the young man continued.

"Aw your ass too," Davis said and the two young men laughed.

She met him at the cafeteria for breakfast. He did ask why there was no football game and she reminded him that it was mid-term exams week; they had a bi so that the athletes could study.

In his truck, she slipped off the bright yellow sundress, revealing that she'd worn a bright yellow halter top and a pair of Daisy Duke Cutoffs underneath. He wanted to toss her out of his truck when she began applying sunscreen to her flesh and making a very sensuous show of it.

"Going need you to get my back," she cooed to him.

"Uh huh," Davis said, following the numerous signs that directed them to the large open field.

After they parked the truck, Jennsen leaned forward, bracing herself against his dashboard. She moved her long blonde hair asked, baring her sleek, tanned back.

Davis did apply the sunscreen onto her back. He then applied her sunscreen to his own face and exposed arms.

His reward for helping her from the truck was a tight embrace and soft kiss. Then she latched onto his arm as they made their way to the entrance.

Of course, none of the vendors were selling any vegan food. She was ravenous by the time they left the exhibit.

House of Red Dragon satisfied both of their needs. Davis was relaxed; he'd enjoyed the brief tethered ride they'd had. He'd enjoyed listening to the local band that had performed as they walked around. He'd even enjoyed having a blonde hanging off of his arm, as long as she was quiet.

"So, Budget Stay Motel?" Jennsen quietly asked when Davis opened the truck door for her.

"Huh?" Davis asked, truly baffled.

"I mean, you took Jada to..." Jennsen started and Davis shut the truck door on the rest of her statement.

From passenger door to driver's door, Davis asked, begged, coerced, bargained God. Please give him the words to let this psychotic bitch know he was not going to fuck her, was not going to have Isla tell Ronnie who would then harass Dianne...

"I uh, I didn't bring any condoms," Davis lamely offered.

"I did!" Jennsen happily said, rummaging in her purse and producing a strip of three condoms.

"Fine," Davis thought. "Apparently, God, you want this to happen."

The clerk at the counter was somewhat amused; normally, the guy was on pins and needles and the girl was looking everywhere but at him. But this guy looked like he was being led to the gallows and this girl was positively bouncing in her happiness.

"Free movies with every room," the clerk reminded them, even though he was sure he'd seen the guy a few times before.

"Oh! Think they got that what was it; won the Oscar for best picture?" Jennsen asked Davis as he led her to Room 114. "The streaming one?"

"Probably not," Davis smirked as he heard the clerk chuckle behind them.

In the room, Davis turned on the television and pulled up the menu. He arrowed down, smirking at Jennsen's confused face as she mouthed the titles of their choices.

"What? What's BBW? Oh my God, Gay Male? Who would want to watch..." Jennsen stammered, blue eyes wide as she stood, looking at the titles.

Davis took the strip of condoms into the bathroom. While Jennsen voiced her disgust with the motel's idea of movies, Davis picked one of the condoms, opened it and unrolled it. Then he filled it with water and waited.

"Shit; two of her holes can't get pregnant," Davis shrugged at the loss of one condom.

"We are not watching any of this stuff," Jennsen declared when Davis returned to the bedroom.

"Fine with me," Davis shrugged, removing his shirt.

"Oh! Do, do you work out?" Jennsen asked, looking at his muscled torso.

"Little bit," Davis said, kicking his tennis shoes off.

Jennsen was captivated by the sight of Davis in his micro briefs. She stood, ramrod stiff when he approached her.

"I uh, um," Jennsen stammered as he hugged her.

A kiss stifled her words. He thrust his tongue into her gasping mouth, smirking because he'd had Mandarin Beef for their late lunch early dinner.

Her small breasts had pink areolae roughly the size of half-dollar coins. Flicking her nipples with his thumbs caused them to perk up. She gasped, grunted and cooed as he sucked kisses from her.

Her flip flops fell from her feet as he pushed her to lie back on the bed. The crotch of her denim shorts looked as if she'd urinated in them. He could smell her arousal as he worked her sticky panties down her legs.

"I, this, this is my first time," Jennsen declared as Davis removed his micro briefs.

"That's fine," Davis whispered as he returned his mouth to hers.

Years of cheerleading had torn her hymen; there was no barrier to impede his fingers. Jennsen gasped and moaned as he fingered her. She gasped loudly when he sucked on her nipples.

"You, you're not, no, Davis, that, that's nasty," Jennsen declared when Davis knelt between her splayed legs.

He blew warm breath over her plump inner lips and she gasped. Locating her clitoris was easy enough; the fat little nub protruded from her cleft.

Davis tongued and fingered her fragrant pussy to three grunting, screaming, thrashing orgasms.

Then, wiggling forward, he presented his throbbing erection to her gasping mouth.

Her first blow job was a terrible one. Davis was grateful that he was already quite close to ejaculation; he told her three times to watch her teeth, then warned her he was going to come.

Her look of shock, then her look of anger as his Spurting cock coated her face almost made the past three and a half years of misery worth it. With a squeal, Jennsen leapt from the bed and raced to the bathroom. Davis decided to turn on 'Anal' while Jennsen spat, rinsed, and spat again. The grunts and groans from the television drowned out her complaints as she used a motel face cloth to clean the semen from her pretty face.

"You could have warned me," she accused when she returned.

"I did. I said, 'Jennsen, I'm going to come.' What did you think I was talking about?" Davis asked as a pretty blonde grimaced as an impossibly large cock speared her greased anus.

"I don't know, what? What is, is that, that's up her butt?" Jennsen snapped, then noticed what Davis was watching.

"Mm hmm. Anal. We're doing that next," Davis agreed.

"Oh no we're not! Davis! Anal? People really do that?" Jennsen asked, goggling at the screen as the blonde demanded that her unseen lover fuck her.

"Yeah. Jada loves it; couldn't get enough of it," Davis shrugged. "But if you don't want to..."

For a millisecond, Davis felt bad for manipulating the naive girl. Jada had tolerated anal sex; she had not loved it. Charlene had strictly forbidden it.

Then Davis asked himself if Jennsen ever felt bad about manipulating him. He asked himself if Jennsen ever regretted getting his father, and ultimately, his mother involved in her little schemes and plans.

"What, what do I do?" Jennsen asked, still goggling at the television as a petite Asian with bouffant hairstyle and blue eye shadow masturbated anally with a large dildo.

Davis poised her on hands and shoulders, facing the screen. Looking at her cute buttocks, tightly clenched anus and slick pussy lips and blonde curls, Davis had to agree; Jennsen was sexy. She possessed a very sexy and toned body.

Fortunately for Davis, the scene on the television showed a young man tonguing his Latina lover's anus a millisecond before he leaned forward and tongued Jennsen's pucker. He told her to reach back and pull her cute little ass open. In the mirror next to the television, Davis saw Jennsen's look of satisfaction when he called her ass 'little.'

Jada's ass had tasted almost sterile. He had no idea how Charlene's ass tasted; she wouldn't let him anywhere near her anus. Some of Jennsen's essences had run from her swampy pussy, trickling over her patch of skin between vagina and anus, then trickled over her little rose bud. There was also an underlying taste of sweat as he tongued her for a moment.

"Oh, I uh augh!" Jennsen grunted as Davis thrust two fingers into her spittle wetted anus.

On the screen, a somewhat haggard looking red head was being made airtight. The bored expression on her face left little doubt that she was beyond feeling anything as the three men fucked her with hard thrusts.

Jennsen let go of her right buttock and reached between her legs. As Davis fingered her rectum, Jennsen diddled her clitoris.

Grabbing her purse, Davis found a tube of lotion and slathered some on his cock. Jennsen continued to pleasure herself as Davis lined his cock up with her winking anus.

"AUGH! I, oh, oh AUGH! Wait, wait," Jennsen cried out as Davis pushed his greasy cock against her rapidly constricting anus.

"Augh, God!" Davis groaned as the head of his cock was squeezed by a warm vise grip. "Push, push like augh, push like you're trying to poop. Makes augh, makes it easier."

"I, oh, oh, go, augh, go slow," Jennsen hissed out.

In the mirror next to the television, Davis could see Jennsen's face. Her eyes were tightly shut and her mouth hung open. Her forehead was wrinkled in concentration. It was not a pretty look on the normally quite beautiful girl's face. Davis wished he could reach his cell phone; he'd love to have a picture of her face looking less than perfect.

"Hell, would love a picture of this," Davis thought, looking down and seeing the head of his cock spearing her pretty little rosebud.

"Oh! Oh! I, okay, but go slow," Jennsen wheezed.

Davis pushed a few centimeters into her struggling rectum. She gasped sharply but did not tell him to stop. Taking his hand from his cock, Davis gripped her slim hips in his meaty hands. On the television, a very buxom African-American woman was being sodomized by a very large white cock while sucking on a very large Latino cock. Davis almost laughed when the two men high-fived each other as they spurted their immense loads of semen onto the woman's face and buttocks.

"Oh! Oh Davis, oh Davis, oh Davis," Jennsen gurgled when he was fully imbedded in her bowels. "Oh Baby, I love you, love you so much."

Knowing that she meant every word of her declaration almost caused Davis's erection to wilt. He knew he did not love the flighty, pretentious blonde. In truth, he did not even like her. This was a fuck. Pure and simple, this was a fuck. It was just a fuck, just like on the television screen. None of the three young men cared one whit about the Latina woman they were making airtight.

"Shut up. Please, just shut up," Davis thought as he reached down and mauled her small breasts in his hands.

"Augh, I yes!" Jennsen suddenly began bucking in climax.

Looking down once more, seeing his cock buried to the hilt in her stretched brown ring, Davis groaned. A moment later, he pumped a torrent of sperm deep into her guts. This triggered a second climax and she gurgled and babbled some more words of love, of always loving him.

When his cock was fully flaccid, Davis withdrew from her backdoor. She gasped, horrified as a rumbling fart escaped. Looking down, Davis could see that his cock was filthy. He felt stiff, ungainly as he knee-walked off the bed toward the bathroom.

"Oh! Oh no, I, Davis I got to, I need to use the bathroom," Jennsen cried out.

"Then come on," Davis said, getting into the shower.

"WHAT? With you, right there?" Jennsen protested.

"Jennsen, we just fucked. You going potty is no big deal," Davis said, twisting the lever for the shower drowning out her response.

Even over the needle spray of the shower and the water splattering against the shower curtain, Davis could hear Jennsen's struggles. He soaped his cock, getting it nice and clean for Round Three.

"Not her mouth," Davis thought. "Bitch cannot suck cock for shit."

He emptied his bladder while standing under the spray. He waited until he heard the toilet flush before finally shutting the water off. Blindly reaching out, he flailed his hand, searching for the towel that had been there a moment ago.

"Jennsen," he growled, seeing that all of the towels, hand towels and even face cloths were now absent from the wire shelves over the commode.

A giggle from the bedroom told him that his guess had been correct. With an exasperated sigh, Davis sluiced himself as dry as he could with just his hands.

"Oh! Were you looking for these?" Jennsen asked sweetly as she lolled on the bed, the towels stacked neatly next to her.

In answer, Davis grabbed her ankles and flipped her onto her belly. She yelped in genuine surprise when he delivered two very sharp swats to her buttocks. He then grabbed one of the towels and dried himself off.

"That hurt!" Jennsen accused, rubbing her buttocks.

"Meant for it to hurt," Davis said calmly, looping the damp towel over the shower curtain rod.

"Can we watch ANYTHING else?" Jennsen pouted when Davis returned to the bedroom.

"Remote's right there, Jennsen. You're not powerless," Davis said, but grabbed the remote control from the foot of the bed.

For a millisecond, he did think of putting the television on 'Asian' pornography then decided 'Oral' would be a better choice. The television screen pixelated then cleared to show a red headed 'cheerleader' sucking on one massive cock while stroking another massive cock. The viewer could tell she was a cheerleader because she wore a cheerleader's sweater over her flat chest. Emblazoned across the top was the words 'High School.'

Jennsen watched as the girl ceased sucking on the first cock and took the second cock into her smiling mouth. The girl stroked the first cock while she swallowed the second schlong down to the root.

"Huh!" Jennsen goggled as the red headed 'cheerleader' sucked and stroked the two cocks for several long moments until both cocks erupted in geysers of semen that thoroughly coated her face and outstretched tongue.

Davis smirked; Jennsen was absently rubbing her pussy while watching the pornographic images. The scene switched to show a young man lapping at a blonde pussy. Davis again smirked; the man's tongue was barely making contact with the woman's pussy.

"You call that eating pussy?" a female voice could be heard.

The camera backed up to show a woman entering the bedroom. She stripped out of her clothes then nudged the kneeling young man away from the reclining blonde. The camera then zoomed in to show the woman giving the blonde's pussy a tongue bath.

"Ew! Change it, change it, change it!" Jennsen ordered, shuddering in disgust at the lesbian action.

"How about..." Davis said, simply turning the television off.

He leaned over and kissed Jennsen before she could object. The kiss soon turned very passionate. Blindly reaching over, Davis located the condoms he'd put on the nightstand.

"Oh! Oh yes!" Jennsen groaned happily as Davis thrust his cock into her wet pussy.

While he hammered her hard and fast, Jennsen wrapped arms and legs around him. She babbled words of love, of need. Davis tuned her words out as he fucked her.

Hunger woke them and they dressed. Jennsen asked if they would be returning after their supper and Davis reminded her that they both had studying to do.

"Well, I guess a few hours with you is better than nothing," she purred, snuggling up to him.

"A few hours? Bitch, we spent the whole fucking day together," Davis wanted to snarl.

The cafeteria fed them and Davis brought her to her dormitory. Again, she waited for him to open her door for her. With a head shake, he did open her door and help her down from the truck.

"Bye. I love you," she enthused, hugging him and kissing him in full view of the eight or nine girls that milled about outside of the building.

"Uh huh," Davis retorted, slamming the door shut.

~!@#$%^&*()_+

By the time final exams rolled around, Davis had to admit it; he was in a relationship with Jennsen Lainne. When they were not in class, when he was not at the offices of Manning, Wilson, Durrell & Associates, they were with one another. Sometimes he paid for a motel room, sometimes she paid for a motel room, and sometimes, they used the back seat of his pickup truck. When it was the back seat of the truck, they limited themselves to blow jobs and finger fucking; neither one wanted to risk being caught nude by the Sopopaya County Sheriff's Office.

Jennsen had improved vastly in her oral skills. Proudly, she declared that there were videos on the Internet that taught how to perform fellatio. She also learned to swallow; facials were far too messy.

"My mom wants to know what you want for Christmas," Jennsen prattled happily as they drove from Sopopaya, New Mexico to Coronation, Minnesota.

"Please, Jennsen. Please. I do not want to fight," Davis sighed.

"But, but we're boyfriend and girlfriend now," Jennsen pouted.

"Haven't I suffered enough," Davis thought as she suddenly blurted out she needed to tinkle.

"Don't drive off without me," she joked as he pulled up to the gas pump.

"Don't tempt me," he said and she giggled happily as she scampered to the building.

"Four creams, right?" Jennsen called out from the counter of the Newhart's when Davis came in to use the bathroom.

He mutely nodded his head and went into the bathroom. With a heavy sigh, he realized he would have to buy gifts for Isla, Rolf and Ronnie. He'd already purchased gifts for Dianne, Wendy, Jamie and Stevie. He smiled, thinking of the hideous troll he'd found for Stevie. When you pushed the doll's belly it produced a horrendous sounding fart. Thankfully, there was no smell associated with the loud, rude sound but it would delight Stevie and irritate Dianne and Wendy.

"I remembered to get a cup of ice water," Jennsen babbled happily as they left the gas station in the rearview mirror.

They stayed in the same motel as they'd done on their first road trip. This time, as they'd done many times in the past, they shared the shower. Jennsen's assurances that she was on the pill, mainly to assist with her periods did not stop Davis's insistence that they use condoms. So, they did not fuck in the shower. But they did make sure everything was squeaky clean.

"We are not watching 'Shaving,'" Jennsen said, grabbing the remote control.

Davis's cock swelled from semi-erect to fully erect when Jennsen selected 'Anal.' She indicated her purse as she knelt on the bed, hands pulling on her buttocks.

In Coronation, Davis wandered the Coronation Mall. He smiled sadly; Christmas was just two weeks away and the mall was very nearly a ghost town.

The Save-Well at the North end of the mall was the only store that showed real activity and even that store had more employees than shoppers.

"Yeah, can get most of this shit on-line," a bored salesgirl told Davis.

"Uh huh," Davis agreed, seeing a very pretty Waterford crystal lidded jar.

In the Save-Well, he found a copy of the expensive Waterford Crystal jar. He bought a two pound bag of sourball candies; that would take care of his girlfriend's mother. He decided that a small wooden 'treasure chest' filled with foil wrapped 'gold coin' chocolate candy would be good for Rolf. After a moment's hesitation, he decided Jamie and Stevie would also like their own treasure chests.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you," Davis thought as he damned himself for ever sticking his dick into Jennsen Lainne. "Should have pushed her overboard when you guys were on that balloon."

Davis found a fountain pen desk set for his father; he smirked, remembering that his father is left-handed. But the set was a very masculine, very attractive set, complete with brass adornment.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you," Davis chanted as he selected wrapping paper, ribbons and tape.

At his mother's trailer, he wrapped each present carefully. He resisted the urge to put a handwritten note into Isla's jar that would read 'Suck On This, Whore.' He glumly reminded himself that it was Christmas.

The eel skin briefcase and matching billfold was very nice. Isla made a big deal out of her jar and Davis smiled tightly as she insisted on hugging him. Rolf thanked Davis for the treasure chest; his thanks did seem sincere. He and Rolf contented themselves with a manly fist bump.

"I am so proud of you," Jennsen whispered to Davis as they sat to eat their Christmas meal.

"Uh huh," Davis said; wishing he were anywhere else but at this dining room table.

Everything but the turkey and giblet gravy was vegan. Even the macaroni and cheese was vegan; Isla used soy milk and soy cheese. Davis thought that he had no trouble believing that 'I can't believe it's not butter' was not butter. But he did have to admit, Isla was a fairly good cook. She was certainly better than Dianne or Wendy when it came to the kitchen.

"Shit, Jamie's better than Mom or Ms. Wendy," Davis thought, covering most of his plate in gravy.

"Graduate end of next semester?" Ronnie asked cheerfully, truly enjoying his eldest son's passivity.

"Yes sir," Davis agreed, drinking deeply from his Sopopaya Winter Stout.

"And then he'll be in law school," Jennsen said, smiling proudly at her man.

Davis was grateful when Christmas Day ground to a merciful end. He was coerced into attending a New Year's Eve party hosted by one of Jennsen's friends from high school. There, he ran into a very pregnant Kennedy Martin and a still very besotted Clay Whitten. Clay seemed incapable of keeping his hands from Kennedy's belly. Each touch was rewarded by a smile and kiss from Kennedy.

"So. You and Jennsen, huh?" Kennedy teased Davis.

"Don't tell anyone," Davis whispered into Kennedy's ear. "But I got into a little legal trouble? In New Mexico? SO I have to do two hundred hours of community service. Fucking her is part of my community service."

"Oh bull shit!" Kennedy guffawed heartily a moment later when Davis's words sank in.

Returning to campus, Davis buckled down for the grind of that last semester before law school. Jennsen claimed to understand, but also tried to monopolize his time. It took the very real threat of ending their relationship for her to accept, he really needed to study.

After the graduation ceremony, attended by Ronnie, Isla, Rolf, Jamie and Stevie; Dianne and Wendy could not afford the trip, Davis continued working at Manning, Wilson, Durrell & Associates. Sharon Davis, one of the associates of the '& Associates' let Davis know she had a few rental trailers available. Two of the five trailers available were furnished.

"Yeah, hate graduation," she smiled as Davis filled out the paperwork.

Thanks to his work at the law office, Davis found out that Chip Schilling had managed to be paroled after serving the minimum time for his sentencing. Sadly, Caleb Horowitz was not as fortunate; the parole board declined to parole him.

"Dumb ass probably told them a few of his jokes," Davis muttered.

And his friend Bear would most likely have to do his full sentence. The young man was an easy target and was constantly getting into trouble with the staff at the prison.

Although not officially, Jennsen moved into the trailer with Davis. He had expected this so did not put up a fuss. She joked that the motels had pornography so Davis subscribed to Falgout Film Studio's streaming service.

"Anal!" Jennsen declared, hitting 'Enter' and pulling up an anal movie.

"Anal," Davis agreed, pulling her panties down.

Through Sharon, his landlord, Davis found out about the Sopopaya Sheriff's automobile auction. It was putting too much wear and tear on his truck; driving Jennsen to her classes, then racing to his own classes, then picking Jennsen up and bringing her home to their trailer, then racing to the Manning, Wilson, Durrell & Associates building, then home. And if Jennsen decided she wanted to eat out, the truck would ferry them wherever she wanted to go.

He picked up a Nissan for himself and a Kia for Jennsen. His Saturdays and Sundays were spent teaching a terrified Jennsen how to drive. More than once, he made her sob inconsolably, but he persevered.

"And, that's the last of it," Davis thought as he used the remainder of the ten thousand dollars Isla and Ronnie had given to him to pay for the insurance for their vehicles.

Budget was a difficult concept for Jennsen to grasp. She pouted when Davis told her they would not be eating every night. Two very sharp swats to her naked buttocks wiped the pout from her face. The pout, which was actually kind of cute was replaced by a deep scowl, which was not cute in the least.

~!@#$%^&*()_+

On her birthday, Davis woke her with soft kisses. He'd learned how to make black pepper biscuits, using soy milk instead of real buttermilk. After breakfast, they made love, soft, slow, gentle love.

At lunch time, Davis decided to drive home, to surprise his girlfriend and take her to House of Red Dragon for a birthday lunch.

"Hmm," Davis mused, seeing a battered pickup truck sitting in his parking space.

He parked in the space designated for visitors, cursing the inconsiderate asshole that had taken his space. He walked to the trailer and let himself in; the door was not locked.

"No, Chip, no. I told you, only my man gets my ass," he heard Jennsen's voice say.

"Aw Baby; thought I was your man," he heard Chip Schilling say in a condescending tone.

Davis stood in the doorway, seeing his girlfriend and a sneering Chip Schilling in the doggy position on his bed. He had an engagement ring on layaway; he planned to propose to Jennsen on the night of graduation from law school. It bothered Davis; shouldn't he be bothered to find her fucking someone in his bed?

"Might as well let him have your ass; I sure won't be using it anymore," Davis said, tiring quickly of watching the two nude people engaged in coitus.

Jennsen let out a short scream then fainted. Chip pulled out of her pussy and lunged for Davis. Two punches put Chip on the ground.

"Get dressed, Schilling," Davis sighed. "Get dressed and get out."

"I got friends, mother fucker," Chip groaned from the floor of the bedroom. "Hear me? I got friends from my time inside."

"And I've got friends in the police department," Davis smiled. "You're on parole, shit head. One call and your worthless ass is right back in lockup."

"Fuck you," Chip said, but most of the bravado and swagger was gone.

A moment after Chip left the trailer, Jennsen wobbled into the living room where Davis sat, sipping an Iron Barrel Whiskey. Jennsen loved their Iron Barrel Chocolate Whiskey, but Davis preferred the regular rye whiskey.

"Baby, I uh..." Jennsen started to mumble.

"Let me guess," Davis said, swallowing his mouthful of whiskey. "April fools, right? This was all just some really big April Fool's joke, right?"

"Oh God," Jennsen sniffled, then burst into deep racking sobs.

"Keep the car; I don't need it," Davis said, deciding to pour the last of his drink down the drain. "But, when I get home? You and all of your shit needs to be out of my house."

"Baby, please," Jennsen wailed as Davis left the trailer.

That evening, Davis reminded Jennsen that her name was not on the rental agreement. He threatened to have her removed by the Sopopaya Sheriff's Department if she was still on the premises when he returned the following morning.

"But, but he was my first serious boyfriend," Jennsen tried to explain as Davis selected a suit for the following day.

"Oh! Oh well then, that, that explains everything," Davis paused in packing his razor blade and toothbrush. "Oh, okay, all is forgiven!"

"Really?" Jennsen smiled, her relief evident.

"April fools. Tomorrow morning. You and all your shit needs to be gone, Jennsen," Davis said.

Again, as he sat, eating a Sloane's 'Loaded for Bear' pizza, Davis wondered why he wasn't upset. Yes, there was a bubble of sadness in his belly, but he did not feel any real sense of loss. He thought about the engagement ring he'd selected for Jennsen, but other than the two percent restocking fee the jeweler would charge him for cancelling the purchase, there was no anger, no sadness.

The following evening, entering his silent trailer, Davis saw that all of Jennsen's belongings had been removed. The only thing she'd left behind was a handwritten note declaring her deep regret and pledging undying love for him. In typical Jennsen fashion, though, the note ended with her blaming him for the entire fiasco she claimed he had always put himself first; she was just an afterthought. She claimed he kept his feeling to himself; she tried and tried but never could reach him, could never unlock his heart.

"Yeah, Jennsen, I'm a cold-hearted bastard," Davis agreed out loud. "But, I was that way when we met. Nothing's changed."

"Nothing's changed," Davis said again as he poured himself a few fingers of Iron Barrel Whiskey.

~!@#$%^&*()_+

Davis couldn't make the rehearsal dinner; he was in the middle of an important case. The moment the judge gaveled the court adjourned for the weekend, Davis hurried to the Sopopaya Municipal Airport and boarded the eight passenger plane. The beautiful red headed pilot smiled at him as her Asian-American copilot continued with the pre-flight log.

"Oh! Didn't I tell you?" Jada smiled from her seat. "We have to stop in Dan's Hollow, then Falwell City, Then Broken Field, then Eastblanc..."

"Westblanc," Colleen corrected.

"Westblanc, hen..." Jada corrected.

"Your ass," Davis laughed. "Come on, let's go."

"Hey," Charlene Connor said, climbing into the plane.

"Hey," Davis smiled.

"All right. We will not talk about the case," Charlene said, holding out her hand.

"Agreed. We will not talk about the case," Davis said, shaking the offered hand. "But, how have you been? When did you join the District Attorney's team?"

"Really? We really need to go to what is it? The Bear Lake? We can't just go to Norwill first?" Charlene teased, turning to face Colleen.

"Ten Bear," Both Colleen and Davis said.

"We'll need to fuel up in Ten Bear Lake," Jada said as Colleen and the tower began talking with one another.

Ronnie picked Davis up at the airport. The two were silent for the drive from airfield to Dianne's trailer. No one was home; they were most likely out celebrating.

In the morning, Davis and his siblings caught up on one another's lives. Dianne wobbled into the kitchen, looking frazzled and frumpy. She accepted Davis's hug and thanked Jamie for making breakfast.

"Uh? His butt sat right there whole time," Stevie protested.

"No way," Dianne smiled. "I didn't hear the smoke detector go off at all."

"That only happened that one time!" Stevie protested.

"It's true, Mom. He cooked," Davis agreed.

"So, uh, where's Wendy?" Davis politely asked.

"Beats me," Dianne snapped and Davis zipped his lips.

At Christ The King Church, Davis followed Stevie and Antoinette, Amelie's Maid of Honor up the aisle. He'd been paired with Yvette, cousin to Amelie and Antoinette Corsier. He smiled at the young girl as she clung onto his arm. She returned his smile, big brown eyes beaming up at him.

Amelie's mother walked her daughter down the aisle; Amelie's father had disappeared seventeen years earlier when Elaine had been pregnant with Antoinette. At thirty six years of age, the dark skinned woman was the picture of elegance and grace.

Jamie stood, tears slowly trickling down his face despite his genuinely happy smile. His bride also had tears dotting her light brown face as the minister recited some lines.

"And, if anyone should know of any reason why these two should not be joined in holy matrimony, let them speak now or forever hold their peace," the man intoned.

Davis saw Stevie stealthily put his hand into his right trouser pocket. Just as the minister said the word 'peace' a loud, very wet sounding fart erupted from Stevie's pocket. The three brothers collapsed in helpless laughter while many guests looked on in horrified shock.

"Stevie, you asshole!" Jamie yelled, trying to get control of himself.

"That is not funny," Amelie declared, trying not to giggle.

"Okay, let's try that again," the minister said, fighting against smiling. "And someone grab that little brat's hand, huh?"

At the reception afterward, Stevie and his pocket fart machine were in constant demand. Davis smiled, watching his new sister-in-law chasing Stevie around the church hall, loudly demanding that he hand over that damned machine. Right now.

Ronnie and Davis met at the bar. Davis ignored his father's presence as he ordered a whiskey, neat.

"Did, did you know she was black?" Ronnie hissed at Davis as Davis turned to leave the bar. "Your brother's girlfr... Wife?"

"Amelie? Yeah," Davis said, turning and watching Dianne and Elaine, the mother of the bride in hushed conversation.

They seemed very chummy with one another, lightly touching hands, arms, shoulders. Every now and then, the two women would burst into giggles. At one point, the two women stared into one another's eyes.

"I mean, I've got nothing against that, but..." Ronnie muttered, getting a white wine spritzer for Isla and a Gratchley's beer for himself.

"You know, you are a dismal failure as a father. You're not much better as a step-father," Davis opined. "But you really suck as a father in law and I don't see any hope of you being worth a shit as a grandfather."

"Hey," Jennsen quietly said as Ronnie stormed away.

"Hey," Davis smiled at the blonde beauty.

They both stepped to the side so that they were not impeding foot traffic. Over her shoulder, Davis could see Freddie, her latest boyfriend glaring at the two of them. Rolf was also glaring at them, at him. Freddie was the latest in a long line of boyfriends since their split. Davis was not keeping track of her, of her boyfriends. Jamie and Stevie delighted in telling Davis about the long line of his succcessors.

"So, uh, how, how have you been?" Jennsen mumbled.

"Been good, been good. Working on the King case; can't say anything about it, but..." Davis said. "By the way, congratulations on passing the BAR."

"Thanks, I uh, I got hired on by Watson, Passini and Cohen," Jennsen said.

"They're a good group of people," Davis agreed. "In fact, it was Don Passini that represented my mother in the divorce."

"Yeah, he, uh, he told me," Jennsen agreed.

They lapsed into silence. Davis saw Freddie beginning his march to where they stood, a murderous look on his blandly handsome face.

"I, Davis, I, I'm sorry," Jennsen muttered.

"So am I," Davis said, reaching up and softly touching her cheek. "So am I."

With a strangled sob, Jennsen turned and ran. Freddie paused and watched Jennsen race for the women's restroom. Then he stormed up to Davis.

"What the fuck you tell her, asshole?" Freddie demanded, shoving Davis.

Davis had expected this so stepped back just before Freddie's hand made contact. This brought Freddie off-balance and Davis grabbed the offending hand. He then pulled hard, twisted, then bounced Freddie off of the wall.

"I told her I was sorry it didn't work out between us," Davis said truthfully as he pinned Freddie's arm behind his back. "Now, you ever try to put your hands on me again? I will hurt you. Got it?"

After a few hours, after he'd danced with a few of the women, including his mother and the mother of the bride, but more than once with Yvette, Davis was preparing to leave. He gave a visual sweep of the hall, but did not see Jennsen or Freddie. The bride and groom had already left; they had a seven pm flight to catch, heading to the Avignon Islands for their honeymoon. Stevie was assisting their mother in gathering all of the wedding presents and the caterers were busily boxing up the food. Davis smiled tightly; Elaine was hovering around, Antoinette was slumbering drunkenly in her seat, head down on the table.

"Davis, you're looking good," Isla said quietly, appearing at his elbow.

"Isla," Davis nodded politely. "You're looking beautiful tonight. In fact, I was telling Rolf that color really looks good on you."

"She loves you," Isla blurted out. "Jennsen; she, she really did, she really does love you."

"I, I really am sorry it didn't work out," Davis sighed, softly kissed his step-mother on the cheek and left the hall.

"You ready?" Yvette smiled, guiding him toward a nondescript sedan. "Ten Bear Motel, right?"

"Right," Davis smiled. "Now, remember, I've got to be at the airfield at seven thirty."

"Don't worry," the cute, bubbly girl smiled wickedly. "I'll get you there."

"In one piece?" Davis teased and her smile grew wider.

The End

***Author's Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment.

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The small girl on the scooter that delivers Jennsen's vegan meal from House of Red Dragon when Jennsen is at the police station giving her statement is Pho Dung, the primary character in 'Pleasures of a Hippity Hop' in the Toys & Masturbation category.

The provost, Dr. Rebecca Stevens is introduced in 'Bonfire on the Edge of Summer' in the Lesbian Sex category.

The Falgout Film Studio that Davis buys streaming pornography services from is introduced in the 'In the Old Days of VCRs' series in the Incest/Taboo category.

Have a swell day. And some of you, have a swollen day.