The interchange of I-91 and I-93 hadn't been upgraded since opening in 1970. After years of resident complaints, pressure from winter resorts dependent on the artery, threats by the interstate commerce commission, and an influx of difficult to “re-appropriate” TARP funds, state pundits decide to fulfill campaign promises long overdue...

It's phase two. Giant 18 yard trucks dump the all important fill that comprises the basemat for the interchange. Dozers and graders spread and even out the base course as it’s being deposited, readying it for compaction. Joe, a twelve year member of Local 821, still grumbling to himself about his wife’s latest rebuke of his advances - this time it was “the kids were hell today” - that he’s 40 lbs overweight, unkempt and a bit sloven without a clue of how underappreciated she feels never dawns on him, is operating the compactor, what is often colloquially called a steam roller. Felix starts shouting at him from the superintendent’s truck. Joe can't hear over the vibration of the compactor so he shuts off the function and idles down letting the machine roll slowly along.

“What’s up?”

“We're doing subs for lunch. Carmichael's. What do you want?”

“Double pastrami, swiss and kraut on wheat. Extra mustard. Bag of chips and a coke. Real Coke, not that fake shit they sell.”

“Alright.” Felix guns the pickup and moves down the line to the next operator.

Joe throttles up and switches on the vibration function. He never gives a thought to the 40 or so feet of smooth basemat that’s passed under the machine while ordering lunch. Ground that appears smooth, even, but is uncompacted. Had Joe gone back over the ground with the vibrator on, the loose soil would have sunken revealing a low spot in need of more fill. It’s something that happens routinely in road construction, but Joe, pissed at his frigid wife switches to thoughts of lunch, never looks back.

As it was the asphalt is laid, lines painted and the interchange opens. It takes three years for the soft spot underneath to sink under the weight of asphalt. It's only an inch or so but enough to hold snow in the winter. Snow that under the pressure of the plow fills the pocket, gets compacted by traffic then freezes into ice. After another year the pocket holds a patch of ice 5 feet wide, close to 40 feet long which runs on the right side of the lane. Flat, smooth, nearly friction-less. And under the wheels of a car too far to the right, deadly.

Jonathan parks the crossover towards the far end of student parking. Almost to the division that separates the students from teacher parking. It’s his first day. With a low sigh he trudges towards the front office of Costa Grande High.

He’s stressed. He’d only just allowed himself to drive again. Dr. Michaels had recently forced the issue by activating her control over his travel options. He couldn’t hire a taxi, book an uber or use a bus pass without her approving it on her app. “Jonathan you’re done with delivery. You are not cargo! Now get back in the damn car and drive.” It was either drive, ride a bike or walk. His bike had mysteriously disappeared and unless he left at 5 he’d never make the walk. Even then it was doubtful. Reluctantly he drove.

The start of a new school, having to drive and the constant ache in his side, it’s just the stimuli his mind needs to go where he least wants and relive the events which placed him here..

...

Mid December last year. Jon and Mickie Moorland with their 16 year old son Jonathan are leaving a weekend ski trip in Vermont for home. They have a flight to catch in Hartford.

“Dad? Can I drive?”

“Sure but you need to pay attention, there may be ice.”

“No worries dad, I got it covered.”

Miles later the little family, with Jonathan at the wheel, approaches the interchange of I-91 & I-93…

“Ok Jonathan the highways merge up ahead. You're going to be in the left lane once we merge so keep the speed up.” His dad says calm and supportive as always.

“O-ok. But what about those trucks?” Jonathan can see two large trucks approaching on the right. The one closest is pulling two trailers attempting to pass.

“Don't worry about them just hold your line and maintain your speed.”

Mickie in the back seat is concerned “Jon we may be going too fast for him. Jonny honey? Slow down a bit.”

“No we can't. It's too slick to lift through here.”

“Surely just a little slower won't hurt?”

“No Jon. Keep going...”

“I think slower”

He remembers the giant trucks closing from behind in the merging lanes. They were so big. And coming so fast. He remembers his nerves on edge, the conflicting instructions from mom and dad. He doesn't know if he lifted his foot from the accelerator or not. Doesn’t know what caused him to lose control. Just the feeling of the rental SUV beginning to spin and slide across traffic, the fronts of the two trucks broadside on his left. He remembers his mother's scream... followed by light bursting in his brain… sudden darkness...nothing...

In his mind there's nothing between the burst of light and the hospital. He awoke scared, in horrible pain and alone. The Doctors didn't seem to want to be bothered and the nurse's were almost cruel in their mechanic-like treatment of him. His screams of agony met with cold indifference and shouts for him to just “Shut-up.”

His mood only sinks further at the memory of how the social worker had been annoyed and stoic with him. She rather viciously stated his recklessness had caused the accident that killed his parents. Since there were no other relatives and he’d succeeded in orphaning himself, he was now her problem and would remain so until he turned 18 and she could be rid of him.

It was how he found out his parents had died. Cold, matter of fact, without empathy. It was his fault and as punishment he was alone, nothing more than a problem for the state. He wasn't even allowed to make a phone call without her say-so. She wouldn't allow it.

Two weeks later he would manage to steal a cell phone from one of the nurses and sneak a call to Mr. Stanley’s office at the firm, begging for help. He managed to tell the secretary where he was and how his parents were gone before some hateful nurse snatched the phone from his hand. He’d no idea the firm was already working to find him. The next morning Aaron and several of the firms attorneys arrived to begin the process of obtaining custody. The call enabled Aaron to locate him and take action against the state for improper detention of a minor.

The social worker was enraged at his actions and berated him repeatedly. Words like irresponsible, spoiled, ungrateful, vile... murderer, were endlessly directed at him. For two months it became a constant thing with her. Whenever possible she would deny him phone calls or visitation with the attorneys. Instead she would belittle and berate him about how he was a selfish horrible boy that killed his parents. Her treatment of him continued to degrade right up to the day the firm obtained the court order and transferred him home.

It was then he found he had been taken to a state hospital run more like a prison than a center for healing. He would leave with his emotions in worse condition than his body was when he arrived.

Once home the firm first established his accounts, status and eventual succession to ownership. For the interim in order to prevent the possibility of a power grab at the firm he would be emancipated. His emancipation would be supervised by a counselor, his living expenses managed by the firm under a trust set up for him.

Left alone for the most part Jonathan became withdrawn and solitary. Afraid to face his past he rarely answered his phone or responded to texts. When he did it was for Dr. Michaels his counselor. Because the court said he had to.

Having missed more than half of the previous term the administration at his old school informed he would have to repeat 11th grade. He decided to change schools. This way he wouldn't have to face the accusing eyes of former friends and teachers. Through the grapevine they surely would all know the horrible thing he had done.

With the guilt riding him and some research, he found Costa Grande High. A relatively nondescript school with two unique qualities: An endowed arts department with arguably the best public music program in the South-east and enough advanced placement classes to still qualify him for one of the colleges his parents had been preparing him.

A bell ringing brings him back to the present. He shakes the thoughts from his mind, dries his sweaty palms on the back of his pants and steps through doors marked “Office.”

Having taken a long break from posting in the now foreign to me "Fish Tank", I thought to post the first bit of something been playing with for several years. Feel free to comment...or not. I'm confident (my) writing can always be better. Feedback and revision makes it so.

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JM

It takes the first period for Jonathan to complete paperwork. One of the firm's attorneys joined him to avoid answering the awkward questions. As far as the school knows he is just another transfer whose parents are either too busy or too disinterested to be bothered with something as mundane as their child’s school enrollment.

With the paperwork completed an aide gave him his schedule, a map and directions to his next class, AP History, with Ms. Linda Hayes. Arriving the thirty-something brunette assigns him a vacant seat in the front row.

“Welcome Jonathan. It's nice to have you. Why don't you stand up and tell the class a little about yourself?”

Without hesitation he flatly replies, “No thank you ma'am. I will not.”

Ms. Hayes takes in his matter of fact tone, the emotionless look of his face, the pained look in his eyes, and decides not to push the subject thinking, “Great! Another frigging problem child.”

“Perhaps another time. Class turn to chapter 4. Jonathan if you have any questions you can see me after class or ask one of the other students.” She indicates a dark haired girl sitting next to him, ”Shelby takes excellent notes. Perhaps she would be willing to share?”

The girl blushes when he glances her way. Unthinking, he looks again. Her hair is black as a Raven’s wing, with the same silky shimmer. Her eyes a deep grey-green behind square rimmed glasses and a creamy white complexion. “Striking” is the word that comes to his mind. Realizing what he’s doing, the boy turns back to his notes silently angry with himself for the lapse. He isn't allowed. He's a bad person and to expose anyone is wrong. He spends the rest of class buried in the textbook. When called upon his answers are prompt, to the point and correct.

For her part, the girl Shelby spends class contemplating the boy seated next to her. He is platinum blonde, half a head taller than her five feet four inches, maybe 150 lbs, built like a swimmer. Deep hazel eyes, broad shoulders and oh-so smooth skin. There isn't any sign of stubble on his face and the hair on his arms is almost non-existent. She has never liked hairy boys. Her first impression is he’s quite handsome with a quiet no nonsense way about him. And… something more.

During self study she offers her notes. “You can copy them after school or I can email them to you.”

Jonathan looks at the dark haired girl. He's about to refuse her offer but hesitates...momentarily lost in the grey-green depths of her gaze. Again the realization of what’s happening startles him and he looks away.

From nowhere behind them a low voice “See! Not even the new kid wants anything to do with a freak!”

Out of the corner of his eye he can see the girl tighten up and hide her nose in the textbook. Sniffs a moment later tell him the words had the intended effect. A sound he's become too familiar with these past months. He makes a mental note to find out who the voice belongs to.

Despite the insult Shelby cannot escape the memory of the look from the new boy when their eyes met. The feelings triggered by his gaze... By the end of class she decides to put a smile on her face and speak to him. She could offer her notes again or advice on how to find his next class. Something. When the bell rings she looks over to his desk only to find it empty. She glances around to see his back as it exits the classroom. Grabbing her bag she hurries out the door to follow, and just like that he’s gone. Lost amongst the throngs of students traversing the halls.

Disappointed the girl wanders to the next period’s class. By the time the bell rings she's already seated with her books out, distracted but ready for another droning lecture. “Class we have a new student. Jonathan Moorland, would you stand up and tell us about yourself?”

He is sitting behind and to her left. “No thank you sir. I will not.” The same flat refusal. Not disrespectful but not friendly either.

“Well I think it rather rude of you. But, you have to live with it. Class turn to page 36 in your textbooks.” Shelby can hardly concentrate on the lecture. The excitement of having him in two classes is overwhelming.

Again after class he is gone. Walking to her next class she holds out hope… YES! He is there. She can hardly think straight. “Miss Curtis…? Shelby? Shelby Curtis! Pay attention!”

“Yes ma’am. I’m sorry ma’am”

“What is the answer to question number 12?...”

To her delight they share all but one class and study hall together. She has drama while he has Computer Aided Design. She knows because both are in the liberal arts wing just a few doors apart. The girl finds herself excited that she will get to see him throughout the day.

Her bonus comes the following morning in homeroom. When she arrives he is already there studying. She takes her seat near him and attempts to study, but the excitement prevents her from focusing on the task. Shelby doesn’t even see the words in the textbook.

With each passing day she becomes more enthralled with Jonathan. She learns his habits, the way he wears his clothes, always neat but in a stylish casual way. How he is able to write with either hand. The way he runs his fingers through his hair when he is thinking out a calculus problem. How polite he is. Even what he drives. She especially likes the way he smiles when their eyes meet. Warm, kind, even interested. She doesn't see it when other girls approach him. Of course it could just be the jealousy she feels when other girls show interest in him. Still, when he isn't looking at her she can see pain behind his eyes. A loneliness, where in her mind there shouldn't be. She knows the look.

Unconsciously she has begun tracking his movements around school. It isn't hard since they share many of the same choices of where to spend time. It's mostly the library before and after school for homework and study. For Shelby it's because she's waiting for her mother to pick her up. For him... Jonathan just doesn't want to go home. Several times she notices he has no homework but just sits and stares out a window. It’s at these times he seems most lonely, most sad, most in pain.

By week four she had his patterns memorized. So when Shelby notes a sudden change in his habits she cannot resist her own desire to find out why. Twice a week he is absent from the library after school but his car remains in the parking lot when she is picked up by her mother.

On one such day she sees him leaving class but instead of her rushing to the library to be “casually” there when he arrives, she discreetly follows him. Jonathan wanders quietly towards the arts center and turns into the music wing. She loses him in the practice studios hallway. Puzzled she stops to consider the options. While attempting to work out where he’s gone the faint sounds of a piano begins to play. It's a song she has heard before, NO! Not a song. A lullaby, a melody she remembers from when she was little. Her mother would hum it to her. What she hears now is much longer, broader and with more depth. She stops outside the room it's coming from, one of the practice studios for students to use in private. She listens for several minutes and wonders if it could be… the music falters and ceases followed by a slam and what she thinks is soft sobbing.

After a few minutes the crying fades and is replaced by movement. Shelby hurries around the corner out of sight. Hearing a door open and close so she turns back for a peek at whoever it is. She’s just in time to see Jonathan exit the music wing possibly going to the library. It's time to head there to await her mother. When she arrives he’s gone.

She follows him several more times narrowly avoiding being caught by him once. Just in time she ducked around a corner before he sees her. Her plan today is to go into the studio next to his and press her ear to the wall. She hears the door to his studio open then softly click close.

Just as she’s about to emerge from concealment, “You know it's not polite to spy on people Shelby.”

The girl jumps at the voice from behind her. “Oh crap! Mrs. Marks, you scared me.”

“Would you care to tell me why you are spying on that young man?” She asks with a raised eyebrow. Mrs. Lisa Marks is the school's music director and assistant drama coach. Attractive, just short of beautiful,strawberry blonde, fair skinned, tall and well endowed. With a quick mind and love of the arts, she thinks of Shelby as one of her most cherished drama students. The girl is even a member of the community theater troupe she directs. Today Lisa has a pretty good idea what the young lady is up to.

“Well...Um it’s like this...I uh… well… Shit. I don't have a good answer, Mrs. Marks.”

Lisa ignores the profanity, “I understand.” She smiles at the girl, “He is rather cute. Maybe you should use the room next to the one he’s in. That way you could spy on him undisturbed.”

“Really? You’ll let me do that?”

“Not a chance. I’ve a better idea, why don’t you come help me with something in my office.”

“But Mrs. Mark's…”

“No buts Shelby. Come along.” They walk down the hall into the music director's office. Shelby’s mood sinks. Mrs. Mark's closes the door. “OK. How about you arrange these sheets by instrument for me? While you're doing that I'll put on something for us to listen to.” Shelby is about to object when the rooms speakers start playing. The sound is the same lullaby she heard on the first day she followed Jonathan. When she looks at Mrs. Marks the woman is grinning slyly. “I get all the stations on this thing." She points to her computer which is running an app that says Music Practice Studios. Room 3: Baby Grand is highlighted.

“Why! You're as bad as I am Mrs. Marks.” Shelby says with mock sarcasm.

“Gotta keep an eye on my equipment. This stuff is expensive. Speaking of keeping an eye…” She slides the mouse to a radio button, clicks it and up pops an image of practice studio three. It's Jonathan. “We don't have much time, he never makes it through the second movement without… well you’ll see.”

His playing is fluid, almost effortlessly his fingers slowly caress the keys. His face however is sad and pained. More than she has ever seen before. A few stanzas later she hears and sees him falter then fail, close the key-lid and lay his head on his forearm. Mrs. Marks kills the feed. “I think we've invaded enough of his privacy for one day.... He really is quite good. I've listened to him play guitar and piano. He favors the darker sadder melodies, never finishes them. Brahms is particularly hard on him.” She sighs, “Always ends up like that. In five minutes he’ll be gone.”

“Have you asked him why?”

“Asked him? Shelby I've never even spoken to him. I was in here one afternoon and happened to see room three was in use so I clicked on the feed. Up pops this young man I’d never seen before playing beautifully, lost in the melody as I watched. These rooms are for everyone who has music in their heart. He definitely qualifies. Your fella has never done any damage, leaves the room clean and doesn't bother anyone. So who am I to run him off. If he ever gets to the point he can finish I may ask him to accompany the symphonic band. Until then I'll let him be”

“Thanks Mrs. Marks. I think he needs this.”

“You've a crush on him don't you, Shelby?”

The girl smiles and looks away.

“I think he's a good kid, Shelby. With his affinity for the classics, he must have a good heart. You could do worse. But do me a favor, TALK to him... and be HONEST. This stalking stuff is beneath you. You’re a beautiful girl, you're intelligent and have much to offer. Quit selling yourself short. The opportunity will present itself. When it does, go for it.”

“I hadn't realized I was stalking him. You're right Mrs. Marks. I would like to talk to him. Guess I better just suck it up and do it.”

Thank you for the comments on "New Tale's" first installment. Evoking an emotional response as reflected in your comments is part of the thrill I realize has been very much missed these years. With that said I hope you find Chapter 2 equally emoting.

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JM

CHAPTER 3: HIS MOTHER’S INFLUENCE

Being alone one often has ample time to ponder. It’s these times thoughts come to us unbidden. On this afternoon Jonathan’s thoughts have detoured from what’s become his norm; painful memories of the loss of his parents. To this new school and one particular student. The dark haired girl. The pretty one that’s always in a dress. Her simple presence has accomplished what months of counseling has failed. She’s penetrated his torment. Gotten beyond the veil of shame. She is in. And he feels guilty for not feeling guilty over it.

He’s noticed she spends as much of her time in the library as he does. On one occasion she actually walked into his table as she was leaving. (Shelby had been so intent on him as he studied she failed to see the table in front of her as she walked). Embarrassed she quickly turned to hide her blushed face and headed for the exit. Jonathan notes that despite his ever-present low mood he can't help but stare at her as she walks away. He sees her long black tresses flowing down between square shoulders above a trim waist, “just right hips” and long shapely legs. The way her hips swish under her skirt gives him an exquisitely strange feeling all over. Outside of lessons he finds it increasingly hard to concentrate whenever he knows she's near.

Perhaps it’s the girl, a deeply ingrained need for expression, or some other intangible trigger, whatever it is, the pull of his mother's influence finally becomes too much. It's a Tuesday. After the final bell instead of heading to the library to do homework, or to study, something, anything to keep from going home, he finds himself wandering the halls of the arts wing. When he reaches the music department he turns down the hall. The school has an impressive program complete with a large practice area for the various seasonal groups; marching band, symphonic band, string quartet and even jazz band. To his satisfaction there are smaller studios for single and group play. The school even has a recording studio, complete with mixing room, by the music director’s office.

It’s in one of the practice rooms he finds what he didn't realize he was looking for. A baby grand. With the door closed he sits at the bench, his hand caresses then lifts the key lid. “Only a scale or two”, he thinks. But fingers guided by his heart betray him. Brahms begins under his hands. The lullaby has special meaning for him. His mother had played it for him as a baby. He would sit in her lap as she played and fall asleep rocking with her movements. Later she would teach it to him. Though not as adept as his mother he enjoyed playing. His father had called his adoration of music one of her gifts to him. Often he would teach himself new pieces to play for her. She always wanted to hear him play. When he was older she would lean against him close her eyes and rock to his movements, just as he had...The melody falters, his fingers fail, he quietly sobs as tears land on the keys… he would never be able to play for her again.

Over the next few weeks he will return to the rooms to play again and again. On some days he gets further through the pieces he knows but never finishes. Thoughts of his parents seem to always overcome him and many days he simply ends up crying after only a few notes.

Other days are better. Ironically it's on the good days he thinks he catches a glimpse of the dark haired girl in her ever distracting dresses around the music rooms. Is he imagining or is she really there?

Even at night in the crushing emptiness of a house no longer a home, she seems to permeate his thoughts more and more. Though he knows he should feel guilty for thinking of her, he welcomes the respite from the haunting sadness he feels at the loss of family, the tremendous loneliness that weighs upon him. There is solace in his thoughts of the dark haired girl. The knowledge she will be there in class when he arrives makes him feel, dare he think it? ... better.

My apologies. Chapter 3 is a bit of a bridge chapter to establish what happens on both sides of the piano room door. Jonathan knows something is going on, he just has to come to terms with it happening.

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JM

Despite the distractions from his own demons Jonathan is not oblivious to the goings-on in school. Tales and gossip of the student body’s torment by a group of bullies called “The Gang of Six” and their regular “persons of interest” are commonplace among the halls and classrooms. Listening, Jonathan learns of the group of bullies and who their targets are. It’s mostly the nerds and odd ducks, often too small or too timid to defend themselves. The dark haired girl is a particular favorite. Their leader Jason, is in his history class and rarely a day goes by he doesn't mock or insult her. It seems the only way for her to avoid his berating is to remain silent. Which is her usual condition. Even the teacher tries to shield her by leaving the girl be.

Two months into the school year, the Library, Jonathan's lunchtime oasis closes for recarpeting. Having lost this haven of solitude he’s forced to seek an alternative place to sit out lunch. The cafeteria aside, the quad is the only other common area open to students during lunch. It’s a large open area about 200’ x 200’. At each corner a different wing of the school extends on a diagonal from the quad. Much like a giant “X” with a square in the middle. There are planters and benches at each corner of the quad with covered walkways around the perimeter. He selects an empty bench by the gym wing and settles down to study. “Hey asshole! What the hell do you think you are doing!” Jonathan looks up to see 5 of the gang of six standing over him. The speaker is Mark, the shortest, mouthiest of the group next to the leader. He has a short-man’s complex with a sarcastic attitude. “I said what the hell do you think you're doing? Asshole!”

Unmoved Jonathan returns to his reading. “Why don't you tell me.”

“I'll tell you dick-wad! You're in our spot and if you don't get the fuck outta here we’re gonna kick your ass!”

“Really? All five of you just to kick my ass? I’m flattered.” This only enrages the short bully.

Mark starts to say something when Jason, the group’s leader appears.

“It’ll be six of us if you don't haul ass you shit-bag faggot!” There is a crowd starting to gather and their presence eggs the group on. The six all start throwing every foul name and insult they can at Jonathan. Really imaginative ones, like faggot, cock-sucker, shit-head, dick-wad and so on.

Jonathan has had enough. Without a word he abruptly stands up and moves straight into the group, right at Jason. He doesn’t give a damn and the devil-may-care look on his face shows it.

The action is unexpected and the bully, taken off guard, takes a step backwards bumping into his lieutenants. Jonathan without pause walks right into the middle of them. The group has never had someone stand up to them en masse and are unsure how to react. Of their own volition like wheat before a scythe, they part before the new kid. Jonathan keeps moving satisfied to find another spot. It’s Mark who recovers first. “Yeah run away you fucking faggot!”

Again Jonathan's reaction is unexpected. He turns on his heel and instead of confronting Mark, he puts his face inches from the leader Jason's. Nose to nose, his tone is flat even and threateningly matter of fact. “Know this bub. I'm not running. You children just aren't worth my time. If you don’t believe it, bring it.” Jason does nothing. After a moment Jonathan turns and walks off. He’s twenty feet away before Jason recovers enough to unleash a new stream of insults. - As it is in every school, by the end of the day multiple versions of the event spread like wildfire. Among them: The new kid isn’t afraid of the gang of six. He practically kicked all their asses on the quad. Another is he got in the gang’s way and they slapped him around before running him off crying like a baby. Neither is true.

Jonathan for his part gives little thought to them and wanders around the quad’s perimeter until he finds another unoccupied bench. It’s over by the arts wing. Where the music, drama club, choir, journalism and arts classes are held. The bench is old and in disrepair. Even the planter behind it is in need of weeding.

With a sigh he mumbles to himself, “This will have to do,... until someone else claims it.” Opening his history book he takes a seat and goes back to studying.

“Uh-um H-hi.” He looks up into a pair of nervous grey-green eyes behind black square rimmed glasses. Glasses set on a pert nose centered on a pretty creamy white face framed with black hair in a 40s style haircut. His heart skips a beat.

Quickly the boy stands almost tripping on his own feet. It's now his turn to stammer, “Uh-um H-hello.” Why the heck is he suddenly nervous? And sweating?

Her laugh is just as nervous, “Hi… I’m Shelby. I-I usually sit here during lunch… I...I can go if you want to be alone.”

It takes a moment for her words to register… “Oh...No. No, I'll go. It’s your spot, after all.”

“NO!” She almost shouts the word. ”I mean... please stay.” Without realizing it she tilts her head and smiles at him. “I'd be happy to share me...my! I mean this, here, the..the bench I mean! With you.” She can feel her face turn crimson at the fumblings.

Jonathan feels himself smiling for the first time in months. “I’d like that. I'm Jonathan.” He suddenly remembers his manners. With a slight bow, “Miss, Would you join me? Please?”

Shelby giggles at his chivalry, then curtsies “Thank you kind sir” and takes a seat on the old bench.

Trying to think of something to say Shelby grabs for the first thing she can think of, “I saw the G.O.P. go after you back there? Weren't you afraid?”

“Of them? No. Their strength comes from their number and the fear everyone has of them. I'm just not bright enough to be afraid I guess. I've never liked bullies. What's the G.O.P.?”

“It's my nickname for them They call themselves 'The gang of six’ lots of kids call them 'The gang of pricks’, I shortened it to the G.O.P.”, they both laugh at the pun.

One laugh leads to the next and before either realize the bell has rung and they are walking to the next class. It’s calculus III and they have the same teacher. They are the last to enter, when they walk in together talking and laughing, the class falls silent staring. Suddenly self-conscious Shelby excuses herself and takes her seat. Puzzled Jonathan takes his. After class she hurries off before he can talk to her. They have two more classes together before school ends and she avoids him each time. He notes with disappointment she isn't in the library after school either.

The next day Jonathan finds her nervously glancing at him through the first three periods of school. She has a different study hall than him for fourth period and he spends the class unfocused and anxious. At lunch he finds himself hurrying to the bench in hopes of another meeting. The boy waits…

Lunch is almost over before a shadow falls across the history book he is trying, (and failing) to concentrate on.

“H-hi. I suppose an explanation is in order…” She’s wearing a 50’s style blue poodle skirt, a distracting form fitting black and white striped top, saddle shoes, and matching kerchief tied about her neck. His breath catches in his chest.

“Shelby.” He stands to face her,”If I said or did something wrong… Well, I'm sorry. Please tell me so I can make it up to you.”

“Oh No! It’s me that owes you an apology Jonathan. And an explanation. You see when we walked into class and all the kids were silent staring at us,... can we sit? “

As she sits she smooths her skirt and lowers her eyes, “Jonathan, I...I’m different than the other girls, and when everyone was staring at us. At me, and at you... I just don't want anyone to get a bad opinion of you because of me.” She clutches her books tightly to her chest and again tries but fails to meet his gaze. “I'm an outsider here and I don't want the other kids to treat you the same because you are friendly to me. I just wanted you to know.” She stands to go tears welling in her eyes.

Jonathan reaches out and stops her with a touch. “Please don't go. Stay. It would be nice if you would, if just to talk with me.”

“But the others…”

“Shelby, I don't care about the others. You were the first person here who's been really friendly to me. I know because until now I haven't wanted to become friends with anyone. I've seen you around, in class, the library and I think even the music rooms” Shelby's blushing tells him he was right, “Then yesterday you made the attempt and it felt good to talk to you... to walk with you. I don't want you to avoid me because of what others might think. It's noble of you but unnecessary. I guess what I'm saying is, Miss Shelby, would you be my friend? I could use one about now. Maybe... you could too?”

Shelby sniffs, wipes her eye, and nods, “I’d like that Jonathan. I'd like that very much!”

That evening in a house which no longer feels like home Jonathan eats a meager meal and reflects on the day's events. Mostly his conversations with Shelby. They had stayed late to do homework in the library and ended up talking so much they were asked to leave. He laughs realizing that was a first for him and likely her too. It’s when his thoughts turn to the "I'm different" remark his guilt rises. He’s reminded of the best friend he had growing up and their experiences. All that they shared together and how her difference didn’t affect their bond. He so misses his friend. She’s still very important to him. But he cannot face her. Not after what he did. It’s part of why he started this new life.

Shelby. The girl keeps permeating his thoughts. What difference could Shelby possess to make her fear for him so? Guilt dictates he shouldn't get close to anyone. In his mind he doesn't deserve a friend. But in his heart he knows he wants this one. It tells him Shelby may already be important to him. Later as he climbs into bed, the house devoid of the sounds which once filled him with joy and security, now empty, cold, silent, he concludes Shelby's difference, no matter what it is, would never have mattered to him.”The truth is,” he whispers into the darkness, “I like her.”

I hope you are enjoying this little tale. Now that the stage is set the story picks up a bit. I've struggled with some sections over time and have revised, struck and rewritten several sections. Finally I've summoned the will to take it out for a test drive. As always feedback is appreciated and helps to make me and these tales better.

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JM

A Note On Chapter 5
There is a segment within this chapter that many will find highly debatable if not outright offensive. Please understand it is not my wish to offend, but to merely advance the story.

Lastly please do not allow this minor plot element to overshadow what the chapter is really about.

Chapter 5: Enough's Enough

As the days progress the two students quickly become close. Each despite their own torments find comfort in the company of the other. At night Jonathan wrestles with the pain and guilt from the accident. By day he finds escape in the company of Shelby. She on the other hand sleeps well at night, relishing in the memory of time spent with a boy who likes her for her. Who treats her with respect, dignity and kindness. By day she must endure the teasing and bullying of the G.O.P. and other remora.

At school Jonathan’s self imposed anti-socialness doesn’t prevent him from becoming acutely aware of the other students bullying of his friend. His disgust with the other student’s treatment of Shelby finally surfaces during a lecture on the basis of the civil war.

During the lecture Ms. Hayes asks, “OK who can tell me the root cause for the succession of the southern states?... Shelby?”

“One root or underlying cause for the succession of the southern states can be attributed to the federal government’s opposing each southern state's right to self-govern without interference or undue taxation from the fed and designed to benefit other states. Namely the northern states.”

From the back of the room “You stupid wanna-twat! It was the outlawing of slavery. Jesus! Just shut the eff up.”

There are several snickers in the room but before Ms. Hayes can quiet them and go after the speaker she’s muted when Jonathan breaks his usual silence, “Actually, according to the Lincoln Letters as compiled by Merwin Roe and published by E. P. Dutton & Co circa 1907, the late president had serious reservations about how the fed was taxing exports from the south including those used in northern textile mills. Then providing as much as 75% of the revenue to northern states. One theory suggests that in Lincoln's mind the reason it was done was to recoup revenue because the South's savings through the use of cheap labor (slavery) could create a shift in the balance of wealth and power from the north (old money) to the south.”

“When the southern caucasus lobbied congress in 1859 to oppose the tariffs they were turned away at committee. In addition the south attempted to pass the export tax onto the northern buyers but were overruled by the northern controlled fed committee on interstate commerce whose position was the south was bound to pay the tariff on the basis it was the federal government’s duty under the newly powerful Republican Party to levy tariffs on exports and imported goods. It is also thought Lincoln privately agreed the south was being unfairly taxed but also was vehemently against the South's refusal to outlaw slavery en masse thus he publicly supported the taxes.”

“An analysis of data from the period including the Articles of Secession by the Civil War Trust show that of the seven states that seceded only Georgia, Mississippi and Texas show the abolition of slavery as majority reason for seceding. The remaining four sighted economics and the feds interference with states rights to self govern as the prime reason for succession. So before any of you ladies and gentlemen decide to bash someone why don't you do some research.” With a wink at Shelby he returns to his reading.

In the stunned silence that follows a girl in the back of the class raises her hand, “Um Ms. Hayes? Is what he said true?”

“Well... yes Meghan. Shelby and Jonathan are correct. Unfortunately our texts don't go into that level of detail. But rather focus on the fact that slavery was an atrocity which was ended at the outcome of the civil war.”

She looks at the pair in the front row, “I for one would be curious to know how these two learned so much about it themselves.” By this time they have already returned to their normal states of silence. “No answers today,” she thinks, then makes a mental note to look at Jonathan's transcripts...

“What do you mean they're sealed?”

“Just that. Linda. His records are sealed and we cannot access them.”

“Kathy, that's crazy. Who ever heard of a transfer student’s records being sealed so his own teachers can't access them? Can't you or principal Martinez do something?”

“Linda, I'm just the admin secretary. They are locked on the system and the pop-up says all access requests must be submitted through the district's attorney.”

“The attorney? Damn that's just crazy. Maybe I'll just ask him outright.”

“It would probably be easier Linda. Bye.”

Linda waves as she leaves the office on a mission to hunt down her pair of pupils. It's time for some answers. She knows they both favor the library once classes let out for the day.

After classes Jonathan had ran to his locker for a textbook before meeting Shelby at the library. He is almost there when he spots two of the G.O.P. tormenting the girl. Angry at their repeated bullying of her it’s time to take action. With his injuries he knows he hasn’t the stamina to get into a full on fist fight with both of them. Judgement dictates he has to use his wits, to be cunning. His father always said it was another of the gifts he got from his mother. This time his temper, a gift from his father gets the best of him. He barges in hoping they don't call his bluff.

So focused is Jonathan on the bullies in front of him he fails to notice Ms. Hayes approaching from the other direction.

As she walks the edge of the quad she can hear Jason's voice taunting some poor student as usual. Before she can turn the corner and put a stop to it she pulls up short at the sound of Jonathan's voice.

…..

“That's the last time you and your faggot boyfriend embarrass me in class you frigging freak.”

“Please! Just leave me alone! Go bother someone else!”

“That ain't gonna happen you faggot-bitch. That's right you had better cry. Take a pic Mark so we can post how we treat faggot-bitches around here” Jason and Mark grin evilly at their fun.

“Leave her alone!” Jonathan is ten feet away and closing fast.

Mark sneers at his approach. “Fuck off you dick-head before I teach you who’s boss.”

Jonathan walks right up on the other kid forcing him to step back. “Why don't you and I go somewhere and address that.”

“You gonna take me on pussy? Jason and I will kick your ass!”

Without stopping Jonathan grabs both bullies by the throat and keeps going, forcing them backwards. “So let's go do this. I could use a good ass-kicking. Let's see if you two are up to it.” His actions and mood are so calm, so self assured Jason's fear instinct kicks in.

With a frightened look Jason shrugs off Jonathan's grip coughing, “Eff-that you faggot-lover. I ain't gonna let you give me aids! C'mon Mark” Jonathan shoves the smaller boy at him. They both trot off in search of easier prey.

Watching them leave Jonathan sighs, and turns to the girl, taking her hand in his, “I’m sorry you had to see that Shelby. Are you hurt? Do we need to go to the office? Call someone?” He brushes some hair from her eyes.

“No, I'm okay. You'd think I'd be used to it by now.” The excitement she felt from his touch was more than enough to assuage any negative emotions from her encounter with the G.O.P. leadership.

“Shelby I think it’s time someone does something about the G.O.P.”

“Please don't Jonathan. I don't want you hurt because of me.”

“I'll be fine Shelby” That he is concentrating hard to control his breathing and the pain knifing his side she cannot tell.

She steps nearer, “Can we just go study now?”

Linda goes for her phone.

“Hello?”

“Dr. Curtis? Linda Hayes at the high school.”

“Linda! How many times have I told you it’s Mary? Now, what’s wrong? Did something happen to Shelby?”

“Nothing is wrong. But something has happened with Shelby. I believe she has a boy in her life.”

“A boy? I thought something was up. This could be problematic, considering.”

“I’m not so sure Dr. - I mean Mary. This kid is different. I can't say for sure he knows, but he certainly isn't influenced by what the other kids say about her. He’s a hard one to read but it's safe to say he personally doesn't like how they treat her. He’s defended her intellect in class a couple of times and just a few minutes ago rather handily dealt with a couple of the bullies that get off on bothering Shelby.”

“Bullies? You saw it? Didn’t you say anything?”

“Mary I didn’t have to. As a teacher I’ve found that when it comes to bullies telling a teacher or having one interfere on your behalf often makes things worse. However, when another student takes up the torch, things tend to change. And this new kid isn’t the slightest bit afraid of this particular crop of bullies. There were two of them. Quick as a flash he had them backed up and run off. He’s smart too, doesn’t leave his back undefended. I’ll keep an eye on things, but plan to see what this kid can accomplish before interfering.”

“OK. If you say so, just keep her safe. What else can you tell me about this boy?”

“He’s a transfer. His name is Jonathan Moorland. A 4-O plus student. He’s quite smart, appears well educated, but quiet and reserved. He doesn’t talk about himself. Refuses to in fact. He studies all the time except when he goes to the music department. Mrs. Marks says musically he’s very talented and at the same time private.”

“What about his family? His parents?”

“I haven’t met them. As good of a student as he is, there really is no reason for them to come in. Mary, it’s obvious Shelby has a huge crush on him. I think he feels the same. You know she is quiet as is this kid, but since they connected a couple of months ago they have both opened up, only just to each other.”

“Thanks Linda. I think it may be time for Shelby to introduce us to this young man.”

Again my apologies if the section on the civil war caused distress. There are many parts of our history that are ugly. So little of it makes it into the record that ignoring or mis-characterizing what happened on any side of history's die does nothing to change what happened, or help us learn from it.

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JM

Chapter 6: Meet the Parents

After the incident with the G.O.P. Shelby and Jonathan had retreated to the library. Their studies and homework long since complete, they sit talking quietly, actually Shelby is talking. Jonathan is quietly listening, secretly lost in grey-green pools. Shelby’s phone interrupts the mutual revelry.

Mom - “Time to go. Why don’t you have him walk you out? It’s time we met.”

“Shit! It’s my mom.” Puzzled she looks up from her phone., “She wants to meet you.”

“You told her about me?”

“That’s the thing, I haven’t.”

“Well you know how moms are.”

“Would you mind? I don’t want a fight with her. She’s a psychiatrist. Arguing with her never seems to work. Sheesh! Knowing her she’ll walk right in here.”

“I guess so. Are you ready for me to meet them?” Once she nods, he gets up and offers her his hand, “Shall we?”

The students find Mary’s SUV pulled up at the rear pick-up point by the student parking lot.

As the pair walk up hand in hand Mary exits the driver’s side. From the passenger side a very tall and well built man unfolds himself.

“Oh-oh that’s Daddy. Something is up! Be cool Jonathan.”

“Hello there young man. Who might you be?”

“Good afternoon Dr. Curtis. I am Jonathan Moorland.” He extends his hand to her then turns to her husband. “And you sir are Shelby’s father?”

Shelby whispers in his ear, “Daddy’s a doctor too.”

Dr. Robert Curtis extends his hand, “Nice to meet you son. So how long have you two been hanging out together?”

“Perhaps two months sir. We met on the quad. However we have shared classes since my first day.”

“I see.”

Shelby pops in, ”So how did you guys find out? Are you spying on me?”

Mary smiling looks sideways at her daughter, “You bet your backside we are. We have informants everywhere.”

“You actually have people spying on me for you? Geesh Mom!”

“Of course we don’t have people spying for us. They do it on their own.”

Exasperated Shelby rolls her eyes, “Unbelievable!”

Robert looks over at Jonathan, “Sure you want to get wrapped up in this insanity son?”

He looks over at Shelby, “I think I may already be in too deep, sir” The boy grins meekly, “Dr. & Dr. Curtis, may I ask your permission about something.” He had been thinking of this a lot and in spite of the fear couldn’t stop himself.

Mary answers, “What would that be?”

“Well ma’am I drive to school and am here until this time every day. With your permission, it would be nice if on occasion I could drive Shelby home after school. The route is not very traveled. I promise to drive responsibly.”

Robert speaks up, “Why don’t we all go out for a bite? Our treat. You and Shelby can lead the way and we’ll see how you do.” Mary interjects, “First, where is your car?”

He points to the far end of the parking lot, “It’s over there Dr. Curtis. The burnt orange Nissan Murano.” The car is immaculate and barely two years old. A present for his 16th birthday.

The Curtis’s glance at the car then each other with “a can you believe it?” look. Surprised a boy his age would drive such a car. “That will work Jonathan. Robert? Thomas’s Grill sounds good. Shall we go? Oh Jonathan, shouldn't you check in with your parents to see if it's okay?”

“I'll do it on the way ma’am.”

During dinner, conversation is light; How did the two teens meet? What are Jonathan’s interests? How old is he? ect. Until Mary pointedly asks the teens about the incident with the two bullies from earlier. Jonathan answers with equal directness. “Dr. Curtis, I was confident that like most bullies they were bluffing and would back down if someone faced up to them. My father taught me that when dealing with bullies and most villains, if you meet them with equal or greater aggression they will inevitably back down. The gang of six fit the mold pretty well.”

“And if they had not backed down?”

“When good and just men fail to act in the face of evil, evil triumphs and society loses. The rights of the oppressed shall be defended at all costs, lest the oppressors gain absolute power…. Jonathan Moorland. My Father”

“So you would have fought them?”

“Unfortunately Dr. Curtis, violent people cannot be reasoned with. Violence is the only language they understand. Yes. For Shelby’s safety I would have fought them”

“How often would you like to drive Shelby home?” Mary seems satisfied by the boy’s conviction.

“Hey!” Shelby waves her arm in front of them, “I’m feeling ignored here. Don’t I get a say in this? Since it’s me we’re talking about, I vote for every day.”

“Of course you don’t get a vote. You’re just a little girl.” Robert grins at his daughter and winks.

“Daddy!”

“OK you two.” Mary turns back to Jonathan, “How about you bring her home whenever you want. But if Shelby needs a ride she should text me by say 4:30?”

“Yes ma’am. I will make sure she knows well before then, if I cannot take her home.”

Robert has a sudden thought, “So if there are six of these bullies at school, how do you propose to handle them?”

“I’ve given it some thought sir. My father taught me that in a fight the best thing is to leverage the opposition’s tactics against them and exploit any weakness. With this group? Divide them, cull them out if you will, like cattle. Then act on them individually to break their cohesion. Once they are divided their ability to act as a unit is compromised. I’ve studied on it some and have a few ideas how to go about it.”

“I’m not sure I approve of fighting Jonathan.” Mary adds.

“Dr. Curtis, I don’t have any intention of engaging in a fist-fight. My intent is to undermine them using the same tactics they use on their victims. Show them for the shams and cowards they really are.”

The following day Jonathan goes on the offensive in full view of his classmates.

He decides to begin small with Mark. He is the smallest, mouthiest and second most aggressive of the gang. Normally Jonathan avoids trouble and any situation that could lead to a confrontation. However once he goes on the offensive he follows his parents advice and looks for ways to take advantage of his enemies weaknesses. Mark’s is his arrogance and belief the gang will back him. So he is pushy and aggressive with the other kids. Jonathan chooses to use this against him. During a class change. Jonathan manages to get on path with Mark coming from the opposite direction. He can see the look in his eyes and knows what to expect. Mark likes to shoulder butt kids as he passes them in the hall. Jonathan is too juicy of a target to pass up. As they pass one another Mark makes his move, Jonathan has already started his.

Prior to the accident Jonathan was an accomplished lacrosse player with the moves to match. As Mark starts his attack he executes a shoulder spin and with a firm palm shove into the back sends Mark crashing nose first into a locker. The little bully crumples to the floor. Jonathan immediately picks him up as if he helped a kid who tripped. As he roughly dusts the shaken kid off he whispers "I'm going to hammer on you till the end of days. This will not stop until you're all whimpering worse than those you've preyed upon!" Mark, eyes watering, his nose throbbing from his run in with the locker stares in fear at Jonathan. He mistakes the beads of sweat and the scowl in the new kids eyes as rage. He’s no idea what the exchange has cost the new kid. The sudden movements caused Jonathan stabbing pain on his left side...

For a week at different times a day he manages to find ways for Mark to accidentally walk into doors or trip and fall until the bully starts hiding from him. With each altercation Jonathan’s side throbs.

Tom is slightly bigger than Mark, almost as mouthy, with a cruel streak. His favorite torment is to whiz urine on other boys while they go pee. Jonathan corners him alone in the boy’s restroom, like most bullies his cowardice shows when faced with an opponent who’s unafraid. In an attempt to escape he “falls” with his arm up to the elbow into a convenient and horribly clogged toilet. The filth splashes all over the bully. Another time he "trips" into an overflowing urinal. Tom having spent several days smelling of urine and feces quickly learns to avoid Jonathan and the bathrooms altogether. In the evenings Jonathan is spent. His side a nearly constant dull ache.

Sean likes to pin kids between doors and walls. Gender doesn't matter to him, he is an equal opportunity bully. During a pep rally Sean finds himself the victim of his own trap. Billie, a small junior with the ultimate nerd complex is just about to become Sean’s latest victim. Just when he is about to shove the girl into the crux between the wall and a gym door he finds himself flying past Billie and into the jaws of his trap. Once fully open he is pinned between the heavy gym door and the wall. Sean’s view of a shocked Billie through the crack is replaced by Jonathan who happens to be in the way of his escape. “I’ll just stand here and hold the door open for everyone Sean. Surely you won’t mind waiting until everyone gets out of the gym.” Many students take the opportunity to “lean” on the door as the pep rally lets out. The first of which is Billie who with a vicious shove grins happily, high fives Jonathan and with a “Thanks” trots off to her next class.

The Hoolihan Twins are linemen on the school football squad. They treat class changes like team practice making “holes” in the opposing lines or preventing anyone from getting by them. They are neither very bright nor very fast. Jonathan remembers his parent’s teachings, ”Find the weakness and exploit it.” Each twin carries too much weight on either the right or left leg. For Michael it's the left. Jeffrey favors his right. Jonathan using this new found knowledge and his lacrosse skills quickly has both randomly falling in the halls, on the quad and around school. With a few hints from Jonathan, other kids are able to join in. Within a week they become pathetic targets for many kids seeking revenge.

By Jonathan's constant undermining the G.O.P. begin to lose their hold over the student body. The cost has left him with frequent biting pain and a fear something inside is not quite right.

To all those who comment: Thanks for making me better!

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Chapter 7: Revelations

It’s Tuesday and Jonathan is in for his weekly session with Dr. Michaels. It’s part of the terms of his emancipation. Secretly he looks forward to these sessions. Sheila has become the closest thing to a nurturing parent he’s had since the accident. “OK Jonathan, for several sessions now I've noticed an uptick in your mood. So level with me, what has had you... oh let's call it, less jacked-up?”

“Well..., I’ve met someone.”

Sheila leans forward in her seat, folds her hands across her knees and raises an eyebrow. “Do tell.”

He talks about this girl he has met. How he's strangely drawn to her. Her presence, even his thoughts of her make him feel less sad, less lonely. He can always tell when she is near. She feels comfortable to him. “And cute” he whispers.

“Oh really? Describe her? I'm curious about what traits you find 'cute’.”

“She’s 16, maybe 5’6, around 120 lbs. Jet black hair worn in a 40's style cut. Grey-green eyes behind square rimmed glasses. High cheekbones, a pert nose, full red lips, creamy white skin. She has the voice of a bird. And when she laughs…,” he sighs, “well I like her laugh. It’s like music... Then there's her fashion style. 40's to 50's-ish. She’s always in some type of dress or skirt with um? What are they called, not a slip but frilly and full…”

The light bulb goes off in Sheila's mind, “Petticoats?”

“Yes! Petticoats! Too cute!” Sheila is surprised to hear him sigh. Not a sad sigh but the sigh of a normal boy thinking of a girl who infatuates him.

Sheila takes a moment to think it through “Finally! Progress! But could it?” She makes a mental note to see if her other worst case patient has met someone of her own. It's unlikely there are two such girls in the area. At the top of her steno-pad she nonchalantly writes one word over and over itself, then circles it with a question mark …”SHELBY?”

“Jonathan, I'm so proud that you have met someone your age to become friends with. I'd like you to keep me posted. Now, what else have you been up to?”

He has begun moving forward. Some days he even stays after school to use the music rooms. It’s hard but the music seems to help reconnect with his parents.

But the bigger item he wishes to discuss is he wants the firm to lease out his parents house. “I’d like to move into a small town home. But to do that Mr. Stanley says he needs you to contact him to give the go ahead.”

“OK give me your reasoning for this decision.” She flips the pages of the steno pad to the notes from her most recent conversation with Aaron.

“Well, the house? It's way more than I need. And it's a good business decision." he quickly adds. "The house is paid for and the firm can rent it out for more than the mortgage on a town home. So they make a profit and I get a more manageable place.” He finishes and looks at her with his most convincing business like face.

Sheila levels a doubtful look at him, “Do I need to throw the bull-shit flag or are you gonna come clean?”

The boy huffs then takes a deep breath. “Okay you got me. Truth is... I hate it there. It's too quiet. I keep wishing to hear mom and dad. When I don't, I just want to curl up in a corner and die. Everywhere I look is something that reminds me of them. I know what you are thinking. No. I don't want to forget them. Ever! I think of them all the time, talk to them every day. But everyone, including you, says I need to move forward and I'm thinking everyone is right. It's just that being in that house makes it sooo hard. I don't want to get rid of it. Someday maybe I can live there. But right now it's not the place for me. I need a clean slate. I'm supposed to be an adult. That's what the court says. And I don't think an adult would find it healthy to stay in a house that reminds them constantly of the worst event of their life.” he lets out a big breath and looks at her pleadingly.

“Ok give me some time to think on it.”

Her next note says: 'Call Aaron. Townhouse is a go!’

…..

The following day Shelby comes in for her regular appointment. Dr. Michaels knows with Shelby she sometimes has to be a bit forceful to get things out of her. Today is one of those times. She can see she has something to tell but is nervous to discuss it. “OK Bee. What’s in your bonnet? C'mon, spill it. Something has happened and I want to know!”

Shelby smooths her skirt, folds her hands in her lap, looks up at nothing in particular and shrugs, “Well… Okay. There's a new boy at school and he’s my friend!” She cocks her head and looks embarrassingly at the doctor.

Sheila has to stifle a laugh. Shelby is of above average intelligence and when she acts her age it's so, Amusing - But like any good doctor she plays it cool, “Oh? A new boy? And you are friends with him? Tell me about it.”

Shelby proceeds to unload about how he was sat beside her in history class and she immediately felt drawn to him. Then to see they shared almost all the same classes. And lunch! But different study hall, was more than she could hope for. How she started staying after school to hear him practice music and watch him study. Then their meeting at her bench during lunch. They became friends and now study after school together almost daily. She finishes with “And he’s soo cute!”

Sheila thinks, ‘Well it worked yesterday…’
“Oh really? Will you describe him? I'm curious about what traits you find 'cute’.”

Excitedly she sits forward on the couch, “I think he is 17. Yes 17. A couple inches shy of 6’. Maybe 150 lbs. Platinum hair. A true blonde! He has the deepest Hazel eyes. When he looks at me it’s like he can see right inside me. He has no facial hair yet. I'm not sure he can grow any which is great 'cause I don't like a scratchy face. He has broad shoulders and I'd say maybe overall, the build of a swimmer… yum! He is super smart, kind and attentive. Oh he's just so cute!”

She pauses for a moment as if she is struggling with a secret she is not sure she should tell. “Sheila…?”

“Shelby. If you think it’s important, then out with it.”

“Sheila. The only thing about him that worries me, is there is sadness in his eyes. And loneliness. Not when he looks at me. But I can see it when he is thinking. I can hear it in his music. That’s when it’s the worst. It’s when he cries.”

“Have you asked him about it?”

“Well no. Not because I don’t care, I’m just not sure how to bring it up. Besides when he is with me he is so warm and caring I don’t want to ruin it.”

Sheila looks down at her notepad. Without realizing it she has written at the top one word, in caps…’JONATHAN!’ “Gotcha!” She thinks. “Oh this is too good. The possibilities! I need to call Mary and Aaron to clear the way for what I'm thinking.”

…..

Never one to beat around the bush, “Hi Mary, it’s Sheila. Were you aware Shelby has a boyfriend?”

“Why ye-”

“Ok good. How would you react if I told you he was my patient?”

“Really? How bad is it?”

“I wouldn’t call it bad Mary. Tragic is the word I’d use. Have you met him? Jonathan Moorland is his name.”

“Yes. That’s him.”

Has he talked much about his life? His family?”

“No, not really. We were planning a barbecue for this weekend. I’d hoped to find out more then.”

“Mary? How long have we been colleagues? 17 years if a day I’m thinking. And Shelby has been my patient almost 9 of those years...”

“What are you getting at Sheila?”

“How much do you trust me?”

“With my daughter’s mental health. Helping us with her growth into womanhood. I’d wager that should answer the question.”

“Okay, good. Then do me a favor and trust me when I say Jonathan is a good kid. More importantly, a good kid for Shelby. And she is very good for him.”

“What about-?”

“I don’t see it as an issue. Trust me on that. But more so, trust me when I say you are to avoid asking about his past, his family, his parents. Any of it. For now.”

“I don’t know Sheila. That’s gonna be hard to get by Robert. And you know how Shelby can be. Sometimes she speaks without thinking and so forth.”

“I’m not worried about Shelby. If she asks, then it’s between Jonathan and her. If what I suspect about his feelings hold true, he will be honest with her. But those questions, if they are asked, have to come from her.”

“OK”

“Good. Until then any discussion of his past and parents has to be initiated by him.” She pauses taking a deep breath, “Sheila you know I cannot discuss it... believe me when I said it’s tragic. He’s coming around, more so since Shelby. I really think she may be the key. God knows he’s been good for her.”

“I agree. She seems so much happier, more confident being who she is. I’d say she feels appreciated by him and more. She used to dread going to school. Now she rushes me out the door.” She laughs at the realization. “OK Sheila, I’m gonna go with your direction. I’ll figure some way to reign in Robert. What can I discuss with him?”

“Just be parents. Keep it light and let the kids be kids. You know give them their space. When you talk, keep it about schools and current events. If he seems uncomfortable and tries to redirect - you know what that looks like - let him. Say, does he know you're a psychiatrist?”

“Um I believe so. Shelby told him we were both doctors. And I can tell he chooses his words and topics carefully. I thought he was just being super respectful. Damn I’m too close to this! Thank God I have​ you to calibrate me.”

“No worries girl. I’m going to want a full report afterwards.”

To the silent masses. Thank you for taking the time to sample a bit of my imagination!

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JM

Chapter 8: Daddy's Girl or Jonathan comes to dinner

“Jonathan, My parents have invited you over Saturday for a Bar-B-Que. As my dad says:” she stands up tall and wide making her voice deep and grumbly, “Shelby, you have been spending so much time with this boy, your mother and I think it’s time we learned more about him. Saturday will give me a proper opportunity to size him up. To see if he is deserving of all the attention MY daughter has been giving him.” her giggle is followed by a mischievous smile, “Basically Jonathan. You’re screwed! Two o’clock. Don’t be late!”

Jonathan arrives promptly at two o’clock as instructed. With him are flowers for Mrs. Curtis and a triple layer cheesecake for dessert. For Shelby he has brought her a bar of her favorite dark chocolate, (which her father immediately swipes when she is not looking).

“Thank you for the flowers Jonathan. Shelby would you help me put these in water? We’ll be out to set the table in a bit.”

“May I help with anything?”

“No, we’ve got it but I’m sure Robert could use some.”

When Shelby and her mother go to work in the kitchen, Robert motions for Jonathan to step out back with him on the pretense of lighting the grill. Outside he fiddles with the charcoal chimney and matches, his height towers over the device. Without looking up from his task, “Jonathan. Let’s chat.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Here’s the deal. That’s my little girl in there. She means the world to me. Have you heard the stories about fathers and the bonds they have with their little girls?” The boy nods, “Good. Shelby and I are no different. So If I’m going to allow you to date my daughter there are a few things you will need to understand.”

“Ok sir. What?”

“I expect her to be respected and treated like a lady.” He levels his eyes at the boy. “At all times.”

“I will always do that sir.”

“I expect that you will not attempt to take advantage of her. Or ask her to do something I would not approve of.”

“No sir.”

“If things go south between you two, you will continue to respect her by not sullying her reputation.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And above all…” Robert straightens to his full 6’4” and looks down seriously at the young man.
“You are to never forget that Shelby is my daughter. Understood?”

“Yes sir. P-Perfectly sir.”

“Good. Now be a pal and go fetch the steaks from the kitchen. Shelby’s father needs to freshen
his drink… Oh and Jonathan?”

The boy looks at him sheepishly

“I’m glad we had this talk.”

Outside on the patio dinner is casual. With a few questions about school, classes and other goings on. Jonathan works to steer the conversation to the Curtis’s and their careers and avoid any discussion of his past, parents or his current status. He just wants to be seen as any other kid.

Over dessert Mary finally asks what Jonathan would like to see happen with him and Shelby.

“I don’t think it fair to try and predict the future. For me I’d rather let things progress naturally. Shelby may decide I’m not the right person for her…”

“Fat chance.”

He blushes, “Anyway I just want things to be what they are and not force it.”

“Isn’t he adorable when he’s like this mom!”

“Bee settle down… So what would ‘naturally’ consist of Jonathan?”

“Well if Shelby is interested I would like to take her to the movies sometime. Maybe a trip to the park or the beach even?”

“I’m free tomorrow.” The look in her eyes melts him.

Jonathan breaks their eye contact with some effort and looks to Robert. A question in his eyes.

“Well said son. You’ll do. Mary? I think our daughter could do worse.”

“As long as it’s OK with your father. I suppose the movies will be fine.”

“Thank you both. Bee why don’t we pick a movie and a time before I leave. It’s getting late and I’m sure your parents don’t need me hanging around all night.”

“Oh I don’t see any reason you can’t stay a while longer. Provided your parents don’t mind.”

Mary shoots her husband an irritated look then steals a glance at Jonathan, his face is a mask. “As long as I’m home by midnight.”

“Oh look at that, my drinks out of ice.” Robert quickly excuses himself.

Mary grabs his arm, “I think you’ve had enough, let’s go sit out back.”

“Daddy! Where is my chocolate bar! I know it was you! What did you do with it? I want it back!”

Her father answers with a laugh, “Well it may take a few hours but by then I don’t think you are gonna want it back!”

“Ewwww!”

My apologies for the shortness of this chapter. I've struggled with what to portray here. I wanted to establish Robert's feelings for his daughter and am only now realizing a whole other conversation could be going on in the kitchen as Shelby worries about her Dad threatening her relationship with her boyfriend by doing what Dad's do... be Dad's. I expect a rewrite of this chapter is in its future.

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JM

Chapter 9: Assault and Battery

After weeks of his crew being made fools of Jason has reached his limit. Before school the G.O.P. assemble outside the gym. Their leader has called a meeting.

“How the fuck have you pussies been letting yourselves get pushed around? These shits know better than to mess with us and you five have been letting ONE kid fuck with you?”

Mark tries to explain, “That fucker has been setting us up Jason, He’s sucker slammed me half a dozen times!”

“Yeah. He had Tom covered in piss the other day and then he’s been using all the other kids against us. I got jammed up during the thing in the gym.” Sean adds still sore from being trapped behind the door.

Jason looks to the Hoolihan twins? “What’s you pussies excuse? You’re the two biggest kids in school and he has you falling all over yourselves!” The two big linemen avoid his gaze.

“Alright, I’ve had enough of this faggot-ass. You worms have been letting him get the best of you and I’m sick of your’s and his shit. I’m putting a stop to it TODAY!”

“How do you plan to do that?” Mark sneers

“We go after his freak girlfriend. She will be alone between 4th and lunch. We take her out and it will send a message that if he fucks with us we fuck with his girlfriend. That bitch Shelby has had it coming a long time. Those two have been cozying it up for months. People are talking. Even liking it! It’s time we showed her and him we don’t put up with freaks around here”

“Do you think you can get away with it? He might get pissed.”

“That’s the point dip-shit. Now listen, all of you…”

…..

Mrs. Marks corners Shelby exiting study hall, “I’m glad to see you took my advice Shelby.” Isn’t this much better than pressing your ear to a wall?”

“Yes Mrs. Marks. Thank you. He really is wonderful. Having a friend, someone to talk to and spend time with is more than I could have hoped for.“

“I’d say he seems more than a friend. Kids are talking Shelby. Teachers too. We think you two make a very cute couple.”

The girl blushes, “I don’t know about that Mrs. Marks. But a girl can hope.”

After the exchange Shelby heads down the hall towards lunch. Eager to meet up with Jonathan, she doesn’t notice several of the G.O.P. closing in.

Lost in the revelry it’s too late when she notices 5 of the gang of six have cut off her path to the quad. Caught in the “L” where two halls meet she’s cornered.

Jason’s voice comes from behind her. Triumphant and menacing. “So your faggot ass boyfriend thinks he can start shit with us? Well we’re gonna show the whole school what a faggot ass he is. You think you’re a girl? You ain't even good enough to be a whore cunt! Cuz you aint got one!”

With a single move Jason pulls Shelby’s skirt and panties off and tosses them to the gathered crowd. Her scream is drowned out by the yells of the gang of six and some of the crowd that’s gathered. Recoiling in horror Shelby cowers into the corner and attempts to cover herself.

Jason, laughing maniacally, throws his arms up in victory over the defenseless Shelby. His triumph is short lived. The crash of Mark’s body impacting the lockers barely registers before a hand grabs him by the hair from behind. As he’s pulled over something hits him in the back of the knees and he falls. He feels himself go over backwards and then comes up painfully against something round and hard in the middle of his back. That something is Jonathan’s knee. The pain causes a scream. A scream quickly cut-off by Jonathan’s hand closing around his throat.

The thug finds himself bent over backwards, pinned across Jonathan’s knee. His other leg is locked around the front of Jason holding him in place. Jonathan has one of the bullie’s arms bent behind his head at an angle which, with a little pressure, threatens to dislocate the appendage. Jason’s free hand is doing all it can to hold himself up. Without the support of the one arm Jason’s back could easily be broken. The pain and pressure has the bully more terrified than the girl he and his crew have just attacked. Jason knows he’s in trouble.

“This ends here, you useless thug! Do you feel that?”

“AHHHH”

“Do You?! Answer me!”

“OW OW OW YES!!” Jason screams the words.

“That’s your shoulder about to let go. If you want to avoid that, you call off your scum. Now!”

“B-back off! All of you PLEASE GOD! BACK THE FUCK OFF!”

Picking up a shaken Mark, the four remaining bullies move back to the edge of the circle formed around Jason, Jonathan and Shelby. “This ends Jason. She is off limits from this moment forward. If I catch you within sight of her….”

“OWWWWWW FUUUUCKKKKK!!!!”

“I will break you. Do you understand me?”

“FuuuCK…”

Jonathan bears back down on the arm. “Well?”

“YES...YES I GOT IT.”

“Give the order!”

“AHHHHHH S-Shelby is off-limits! Forever!”

“No what do you say to Shelby?”

“OWWW I’m sorry.”

“Not good enough.” This time it’s the bullies back that screams in pain.

“AHHHH OWWWW I’M SORRY SHELBY. I’M FUCKING SORRRY!”

Jonathan releases the other boy’s arm and slides him roughly off his knee. Jason slams into the floor aided by a final shove from Jonathan. “Now get out of here. And take the scum with you.”

Jason drags himself up and the group wilts into the crowd. Jonathan looks to Shelby. Her face is streaked with tears. “Are you Ok? What did they do to you?”

From behind him one of the more popular girls speaks. “It’s no big deal Jonathan. All they did was pull Shelby’s skirt off.”

“No big deal? How can you say that? Madison, you have to realize unpopular or not, no one has the right to attack another person. Pulling Shelby’s clothes off is akin to rape. It’s not a prank. It’s assault. What if it had been one of your precious popular friends? Would it be a big deal then? What makes Shelby any different? She’s as much of a human being as any of you. How about you start treating her like one?”

“I-I didn’t think…”

“Of course you didn’t. Maybe it’s time to start1”

Madison kneels down besides Shelby. “I’m sorry Shelby. Do you want me to take you to the office?”

“NO! Jonathan can you just get me out of her. I don’t want anyone to see me like this.”

“Shelby?” A rather short and nerdy looking girl, is there. Jonathan recognizes her as the girl Sean targeted at the pep rally. “Here. I was able to pick this up when they threw it.” In her hands is Shelby’s skirt and petticoats. Bobbie hands Shelby the garment then turns her back to shield her from the crowd of kids. Madison and a few other girls do the same.

“Here, here. What’s going on!?” Mr. Simmons, a biology teacher with a beak of a nose and glasses too big for his face, pushes through the crowd.

“Hello Mr. Simmons. Sorry for the chaos. We’re about to move on sir.”

“It’s Mooreland right? What’s going on?”

“Oh nothing sir. Just a minor collision between Shelby and that Stahls kid. They tried to be in the same place at the same time and ended up knocking each other down. Shelby was a little shaken. I was just helping her up.”

“I see. Where is Mr. Stahls then?”

Jonathan stifles a faux chuckle, “Well sir,” He lowers his voice. “I think Jason was more than a little embarrassed by the whole thing. Running into Shelby, getting tangled up and then falling to the floor. Well he jumped up and ran out of here like he was on fire. Pretty girls have that effect on boys, you know.”

While Jonathan distracts the teacher Shelby is able to get her skirt back on and and gather herself. Bobbie and Madison pick up her books and backpack. “Jonathan? Will you walk me to my next class? I need to stop by the restroom first.”

“Are you alright Miss Curtis?”

Trying to wipe away the tears, “Yes Mr. Simmons. I’m fine. Just my pride. May we go now?”

“Yes, all of you move along to class.”

Outside the restrooms Madison pauses, “Shelby? I’m sorry for being such a snob to you. What they did was wrong. May I come in and help you get fixed back up?”

While the others wait, “Thank’s Bobbie. I appreciate you getting her skirt. That could have been ugly.”

“Yeah, well I sure don’t like it when those guys pick on me. Shelby has never done anything to deserve what they do to her. Since you came along and started going after the Six… well I for one appreciate it. Us geeks, nerds and outcasts need to stick together. Say! Why are you sticking up for us anyway? You could be one of the cool kids if you wanted.”

Embarrassed, Jonathan ignores the remark, “I’m going to use the restroom. If Shelby comes out, will you tell her I’ll only be a minute?” He barely makes it inside before the fit hits him. Thankfully the room is empty. An uncontrollable deep, painful raspy cough grips his chest making it hard to catch his breath. The room dims and he grabs at a sink basin for support. His knees sag before it passes leaving him weak, and scared. He has had them before, sometimes with little warning. The Doctors say it should go away on its own, but to Jonathan, it seems to be getting worse. When he wipes his mouth the towel has a faint smear of blood on it.

Outside a still visibly upset Shelby, joined by Ms. Hayes, are awaiting him. Shelby immediately latches onto Jonathan. “OK you two, lets go. I wish to have a word with you.” Inside her classroom she takes a seat behind her desk and measures the two students with a gaze. “Ok Shelby, do we call this in? I saw pretty much all of it, except for when the G.O.P. pulled your skirts off. ”

“No! Please Ms. Hayes. That will only make it worse. It would be my word against all of theirs. Besides, after what he did to Jason, I think Jonathan would be the one in trouble.”

“I agree. To be honest, what you did Jonathan, will have a greater effect on them than calling it in. I’ve been keeping an eye on what’s going on. They are afraid of you. What’s more, because of your actions many of the kids are losing their fear of the G.O.P. I’d rather not do anything to undermine that.” she pauses realizing the boy is flushed, “Are you feeling okay Jonathan?”

“Yes ma’am. I’m fine.” She accepts the comment and chocks it up to exertion from taking down the two bullies.

“OK. Shelby, even though I won’t say anything to the administration, I’m obligated to speak to your mother. I’ll let you talk to her. If she’s convinced you're okay then I am.”

“Alright Ms. Hayes, but could Jonathan stay? I’d like him to walk me to the rest of my classes.”

The two students spend the next period with Ms. Hayes before returning to classes. Their arrival to sixth period English is met with applause.

Again, my apologies for the shortness of the previous chapter. I hope this one made up for it.

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JM

Chapter 10: Confessions

Tuesday Jonathan is flipping through a copy of “Scientific America” in Sheila’s waiting room when her office door opens. “Jonathan good to see you. C’mon in… Before we get into anything, first how are you doing?”

”Pretty well.”

“And the new house?”

“It's nice. An adjustment but I'm not feeling crushed by memories like at home.”

“And the girl? It’s been a couple of months. How are things on that front?”

“She is great! We spend all our time together. I really like her.”

Sheila notes the grin on his face, then cocks her head and coyly asks, “Like her or LIKE her?” The boy turns crimson. It's all the answer she needs. “Okay Jonathan, I think you have taken some great steps, the new school, the new house, the girlfriend… I think it's time you took one more. Do you think you’re ready? I do.”

“Well if you say so Doc. What is it?”

“I think it's time you confide in someone other than me. I want you to tell your girlfriend about the accident.” She can see him tighten up, “Now wait, not all the details.” (‘That would be too much to hope for.’) she thinks. “Just the Reader’s Digest version. And Jonathan? That will need to include what happened to your parents.” The boy is silent. She waits, knowing he is thinking … processing. It's one of his strengths. He rarely makes rash un-thought-out decisions. His parents were the same way. That's why she chose their firm to represent her practice. She often does work for the firm as a counselor or expert witness. It’s how Jonathan ended up her patient. In fact, she had insisted on taking his case.

After several minutes of silence she pushes... Just a nudge. “Jonathan, I can see you really like this girl. Maybe more than you realize. Doesn't she deserve your honesty?”

“Yes Dr. Michaels. She does deserve honesty. But how?”

Sheila thinks “Good! He processed it. Made the decision to go ahead. Now it's all about logistics for him… the 'How?’.”

“Why don't you let me stew on that for you? How about you come in tomorrow and we can discuss it? Two o’clock sharp. No earlier. I have other patients who, like you, need their privacy. Okay?” The boy nods his understanding. “Good. For now let's talk about what you would say? Just in general.” She fills the rest of the session with getting Jonathan focused on the scope of what he will say. She knows he’ll fill in the details on his own when the moment comes. After he leaves she falls back onto the couch and blows out a huge breath. Tomorrow is a huge gamble for both of her two favorite patients. She prays it will pay off just as big.

…..

The next day at 1:00 Shelby and Mary sit in the waiting room for her regular appointment.
Dr. Michaels keeps them waiting an extra thirty minutes. She wants Shelby a little off-balance today. It makes it easier to move her in those directions she doesn’t like to go. Sheila’s learned the best way to tilt Shelby is to try her patience. Today should be no different.

“Geesh mom! What’s taking sooo long. I want to get back to school. Jonny will wonder where I’m at. God knows I don’t want to explain this to him!”

“Patience. She’s just running late.”

“Yeah, what-ev. I just really don’t like all this waiting. It gets my agenda all jumbled up and I don’t think straight.”

Mary thinks ‘Perfect. She’s ready.’ Then taps out a quick text.

“Hi Shelby! C’mon in. Sorry for the delay today. So. How are tricks? “

“What? Oh. Except for running late. Pretty good Doc. How’s um… tricks with you.”

Sheila thinks, ‘OK. She's off balance, but still in a good mood. I can work with her, push her today.’

“Shelby, today I'd like you to tell me more about this boy you have been talking to. How are things going with him?”

“Dr. Michaels, it's just wonderful! I can't explain it. He just accepts me,... for me.”

“Does this mean you've told him about your condition?”

“Well not exactly but I think he knows, after the thing at school I can't see how he doesn't. But then... he gave no sign that he even noticed.” Shelby feels like swooning at her thoughts of him, “Oh Sheila he’s sweet and sincere. Calm and strong. When I'm with him I feel safe, secure. Like when my dad is around but in a different, more intimate boy-meets-girl way. And he listens! He actually pays attention to what I say and doesn't ever criticize. When we talk I feel like I'm his equal. What I say matters to him. Last week he even defended me when some boys were bullying me in the hall. He dropped the leader in his tracks. I think Jason even peed himself a little. None of them have come near me, much less laid a hand on me, since.”

“Wait. What? They touched you? Shelby. Tell me what happened.”

Shelby relates the incident in the hall with the gang of six and Jonathan's actions, how some of the other students helped her and how Jonathan chastised one of the popular girls that regardless of what some may think, nobody deserves to be assaulted. Ever. She goes on saying that now the other kids treat her better. With Jonathan's help she has begun to put the whole thing behind her.

Shelby finishes saying, “You know Doc, some kids think he can be aloof. But that's not it. Is he quiet and solitary? Yes. But I think it's because he’s hurting inside and maybe I'm the only one who sees it. Sometimes when I watch him I feel like he is so alone. I mean REALLY alone. I know how that feels.”

Dr. Michaels leans over and puts a hand on her patient’s knee, “Shelby are you sure you are OK?”

“Yeah, I guess so. Sometimes it bothers me but I have to move forward. And I know now that there will always be people that hate me for what I am. That I'll have to be more careful and protect myself. Jonathan has been teaching me how to be more aware of my surroundings. To trust my feelings and instincts.”

Sheila has to make a decision. Should she delay her plan and focus on what happened to Shelby or go forward? She decides to go for it. The other issue she can deal with later, if needed.

“And what of his feelings? Have you thought about if he really knows and understands your condition? Don't you think he needs to hear it from you, directly and honestly? Without being cryptic?”

“I guess you're right Doc. But how do I go about it?”

“Well that depends on you. Let's get Mary in here and see what she thinks, okay?”

“Yeah let's do that. Mom has great ideas”

“Mary? Can you come in? Shelby and I need your help.” Sheila has already discussed her plan with Mary, (and Aaron).

After thirty minutes of discussion the three women settle on a plan for how Shelby will tell her boyfriend about her 'condition’. Sheila concludes with “Well we have a plan on the how. Now we just have to decide on the when and where?”

Shelby feeling cocky, takes the bait and smarts off, “I’m ready here and now. Oh! Too bad Jonathan isn’t here. I guess it will just have to wait. Ho-Hum.”

“Shelby, do you REALLY mean that?”

“Of course I do. I'm no coward. I'd do it.”

Sheila stands up, “Well ok then.” She quickly steps to the door and opens it a bit. “I'm so glad you could make it. C'mon in.”

When she opens the door fully, the two teens are face to face across the room…

“H-Hi Bee.” The boy obviously startled stares across the space at the girl.

“H-hey Jonny,” she turns to Sheila. “But how?”

“Shelby, I thought by now you'd have figured out, I'm an amazing Psychiatrist.”

“You're not going to tell me are you?”

“Not a chance. Jonathan? Why don't you have a seat next to Shelby.” She smiles at the boy then looks to Shelby. “Jonathan has something to discuss with you.”

“With me?”

Sheila answers, satisfied her patients are sufficiently off balance. “Yes Bee. With you. Go ahead Jonathan.”

With a deep breath, his nervousness shows as Jonathan begins softly, “Almost a year ago I was driving my parents to the airport. We were returning from a ski trip in Vermont. T-They had bought me an early Christmas present. A new snowboard. We had gone up to try it out and so they could spend some time on the trails they skied when they first met.” He takes another long breath to help keep it together, then looks to Sheila for support. She nods for him to go on.

“O-on the way home there was an accident. A really bad one. The car… it was crushed. I was rendered unconscious. When I awoke in the hospital there were tubes running out of my chest, my side, my nose, my bladder. I could barely see out of one eye… Alone. I was so alone... No-nobody from the firm had arrived. I’m not even sure they knew at that point.” He pauses and momentarily closes his eyes, tears start to flow from the corners. Shelby takes his hand in hers. Another deep breath and he continues, “It was just me, the doctors, the nurses, and the... I was told I was going to live but... mom and dad… they...didn’t. She said…“ His voice trails off. Sheila notes whatever he was going to say goes unfinished. He begins again. “It was at that moment I understood... I really was all alone.” His voice cracks with emotion.

Sheila can see her friend Mary is doing all she can to keep her best ‘Doctor face’ but is struggling. She thinks, ‘Good, like her daughter, Mary is invested in the boy.’ She sees Jonathan squeezing Shelby’s hand tightly, it’s a good sign, and shows the bond she suspected between these two exists and is strengthening.

The boy gathers himself again and continues. “I’m an only child. There are no grandparents, no aunts, no uncle's. Not even god parents. Now…. it's just me. There is a trust I live on that’s managed by the firm. Because of it and efforts by Mr. Stanley at the firm, I was emancipated, but with supervision. Dr. Michaels and my sessions with her are part of the requirements of that supervision.” He takes the girl’s other hand in his and looks directly into her eyes, “Shelby to put it simply, I'm alone and I’m broken. But, with Dr. Michaels’ help, I'm fixing myself. Right now my only wish is after knowing all this you'll still have me. I’ll understand if you don’t.”

Shelby staers at Jonathan with a look of incomprehension, then gently chastises him “Why would I not want you? Broken or not you're still the same boy I fell for…” Then more forcefully, “So shut up about being alone. You have me! And my parents!” She pulls him in close. The boy relaxes in her arms.

The two doctors look on silently. One surprised, both moved, by the boy’s confession. Both proud of the girl's strength in her support of him.

After a few minutes Dr. Michaels gently pushes… “Shelby? Isn’t it time you shared with Jonathan? I seem to recall you saying you were ready just a few minutes ago.”

Shelby wipes the tears that have gathered in the corners of her eyes, “What? Now? You can’t be serious? We just had a breakthrough here? I don’t want to steal Jonny’s moment.”

“Shelby you said you were ready.”

“I’m fine Shelby. And feeling a little silly here. I’m a guy in a room with three women, and the one crying is me. It’s not very manly. Think you can help a fella out?”

Shelby punches him in the arm, “Hey it’s not my fault you’re acting like a wuss.” She winks at him, “But I’ll see what I can do.”

“Okay tough-gal, how about you get to it and let me be the judge of who’s a wuss.” Sheila glances at Mary who holds up crossed fingers.

“Well I’m not sure where to begin…” She takes a deep breath, stands, the carefully crafted plan forgotten, “OK, Jonny you know I like you right? I mean I REALLY LIKE you. Okay?”, Jonathan nods, “ Okay good. And I hope you, REALLY LIKE me. About what I’m going to say, I don’t want it to come between us. I mean I think we have something nice and special and I don’t want to lose it….”

“Okay Shelby, I’m listening…”

“Okay, you know how the G.O.P. is always picking on me? Always calling me a freak, and… “

It’s Shelby’s voice’s turn to crack,

“ a-a faggot and worse things? And how that day on the bench I said I wasn’t like other girls, that I-I’m different?” He nods again, “Well it’s true. I am different, and some of the kids at school suspect. Some even remember a time when I didn’t look like this. You see Jonathan, back in grade school I was different. Different than I am now. It was around fourth grade that my mom first started bringing me to counseling. She suspected something. She had seen it in my behavior ever since I was little. How I liked dolls, and dresses and playing with her make-up, and being clean and pretty. That I wasn’t interested in trucks or baseball or mud-puddles. I didn’t want to climb the jungle gym. I wanted an easy-bake oven, I wanted to go shopping and to try on dresses and shoes. Do you see what I’m saying?”

“Shelby. There is nothing wrong with any of those things…”

“Jonny, I was born a boy! I’m transgender!”

“Oh!” Jonathan’s face reveals nothing. He continues to sit motionless.

“Please, I realize it’s a shock.” Her tears begin to flow, “Jonny I don’t want you to hate me.” She has been pacing throughout her confession but now she stops and faces the young man sitting on the couch. The moments tick by and neither teen move, they just stare at one another.

Finally she can take it no longer, “Dammit Jonathan! Say something or leave!”

After an eternity to the three women he stands up, glances at Dr. Michaels and Dr. Curtis then steps to Shelby who is openly crying with her hands and lips trembling. Looking straight into her eyes, with a finger he brushes away the tears while taking her hand in his.

“All I see in this room are two mature attractive women, and one very beautiful, intelligent, desirable young lady with a wonderful heart. Shelby, what you were physically born as, is nothing more than physiology. You knew at an early age who you were, as did your mother. You both are taking the steps needed to ensure you can live a happy life, being true to who you are. That there are those too simple minded to see you for your true self is sad, yes. But you are not alone in facing them. Almost from the moment we met, I realized you would be important to me. And when you said you were different, I knew it would be the difference that made you so special. It didn’t deter my desire, or my need to know you, stand with you, walk with you, and to be with you. From my perspective, I’m lucky, in that the only boy in this room is me.”

“B-But I’m still a boy in part, I-I don’t know if Dr. Michaels will endorse me to get SRS, or if I’ll even go through with it if she does. There are risks.”

Without warning the boy places his hands on either side of her face and kisses her, deeply, completely. Once he breaks the kiss she is in a fog, through it she hears, “Shelby, I don’t care what is between your legs. No matter what you decide, I’ll adapt. It’s you, ALL of you, Shelby Curtis who I want to be with.”

It's Shelby's turn to be held now and she does so willingly, happily. The two teens clutch in the middle of Dr. Michaels office, very much a couple.

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JM

Chapter 11: Celebrations

Sheila lets the young couple enjoy their revelations undisturbed for a time, “Jonathan, Shelby? Would you two wait outside? I'd like to talk to Mary for a minute.” When the door closes behind the kids she turns to Mary and runs full into a huge hug. “Sheila, that was fantastic! More than I've ever dreamed would happen!”

“I know! I can't believe it. Two separate breakthroughs in one session! I may have to write a paper”

“I never thought I'd see the day Shelby felt close enough to anyone to reveal she wasn’t simply a girl, but transgender, and that person would just accept it! This is huge for her. I'm so happy she met Jonathan.”

“Yes, so am I. She exceeded my expectations and showed so much courage in her revelation. And something told me Jonathan would accept her. I’m so happy my suspicions were correct. But you still need to know something.” She motions Mary to sit. “There is more to come from him. This is the most he has ever said about the accident. Even to the police he says he can't remember. But I know there's more.”

“How so?”

“I've read the report. It was an ugly, horrific accident Mary. They had to cut all of them out of the car. His parents never had a chance. They are still not certain how he survived. The good news is; it wasn't his fault. Like he said he was driving. They found where there was black ice and therefore there’s nothing he could have done. The problem is, he is carrying a huge amount of guilt. My theory’s, he somehow believes it was his fault. It could simply be because he was driving. But I suspect something else happened. I can't convince him otherwise until he gives up the memory and I can compare his memory to the investigation.”

“Poor kid. You know, when it comes out…” Sheila trails off.

“I know, and that's where Shelby and your family come in. If he talks, I need to know. This is a good young man. He's good for Shelby. But like he said, he's broken. That he is trying to fix himself is significant. Mary, by my math, Jonathan's progress began taking off about the time they met. Shelby’s too, for that matter.” She pauses as if an idea just came to her, “Mary? I'd like you to consider the idea of me putting their sessions together.”

“Is that a good idea? What if they break up?”

“It’s a possibility, but based on what I'm seeing, and Jonathan's family history, I don't see that happening. But if they do part company, the work they do together now may be more valuable than having to treat a teenage breakup.”

This is another of those too short chapters, but helps advance the story. Chapter 12 soon to follow.

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JM

Chapter 12: Restraints

The Saturday following the teens confessions, Shelby and Jonathan are returning from an early morning run in the park. Jonathan runs as part of the physical therapy routine he was prescribed. Now that he has told her about the accident, Shelby wants to be part of his recovery. Much like her mother, refusing her is not an option. It’s during the run that Shelby realizes the risks he has taken in facing the G.O.P. After just a couple miles he is nearly spent. His breath is ragged, and accompanied by a painful cough that wracks his body sending him to his knees. After, he favors his left side.

“Jonny!!” She drops to her knees next to him. “Are you going to be ok?”

“Yeah I’ll be fine…. It happens whenever I do too much. Doc said it should go away eventually. It sucks too, I used to be able to run forever.” He coughs a bit more. “Damn I’ll sure be happy when it does. I just don’t feel like I’m getting any stronger.”

“Jonny it’s going to take time.”

“Yeah I know. Just wish I felt some gains. Anything is better than this.” He takes several of what for him is a deep breath. Shelby notices they are labored and not as deep as she thinks they could be. Afterwards, his breathing seems to return to normal. “Ok I’m good. You ready to go Bee?”

“You betchya!”

A few minutes later, in the car he squeezes the girl's hand. “Mind if we make a stop?”

“Sure. I’ll go wherever you go Jonny.” She smiles at him. “It’s not like I’ve much choice. You’re driving so I may as well be your prisoner. I kinda like the idea”

“You’re a goof.”

Jonathan turns right off the main road, down a side avenue. Soon they are outside of town among quiet neighborhoods. Two lefts later, they arrive at a gated community. In front of the gate he opens an app on his phone and taps a code into it. The large black iron gates part and the little SUV rolls into the neighborhood. A right, and two more lefts, he swings the little crossover into the driveway of a two unit townhouse. It’s a contemporary style, single garage with two stories and large windows that overlook one of the neighborhood’s common areas.

At the front door there is another keypad. He turns to Shelby, “My gate code is 0812. If you add my initials to the front and back like so,” J-D-M-0-8-1-2-M-D-J, ‘BEEP’, “It will unlock the front door. If you want, you can download the app. Then just use your phone to get in.”

“It’s like you’re giving me my own set of keys.”

“You got it sister.”

“I’m not interested in being your sister...now being your lover…” She squeezes his arm.

“You’re still a goof.”

Much like the exterior, the inside is contemporary. The colors are blues and greys. Blue quartz counter tops above white cabinets and black stainless appliances in the kitchen. The few pieces of furniture are minimalist. The walls are bare save for a single painting. In the great room a stylish couch and chair sit on one side facing a flat-screen atop a low black drawer base. In the dining area a small vase with flowers, sits atop a cafe style table made of dark wood with black accents. It’s the only feminine touch in the house. Sitting on the kitchen bar Shelby recognizes his backpack.

“This is your’s? You live here all alone?”

“Yes”

“It’s not very warm and cozy.”

“It is now.”

She leans into him, wraps her arms around his waist. “You say the sweetest things.” She cocks her head to the side and thinks for a moment, “So... we don’t have to worry about anyone coming in on us while we’re here?”

“No. Nobody comes here except the property manager. She usually only comes over on Fridays while I’m at school.”

“What does she do?”

“Cleans up, or rather makes sure I’ve done a good job cleaning up. Checks to make sure there’s enough soap in the laundry and I have done the dishes. Sometimes she brings food over.” He steps away from the girl to rearrange a picture on the side table while he talks. Shelby cannot see what it is, since he has faced it towards the window.

“Okaaay… So If we wanted to make out, we could?”

“Yes”

“Wanna make out?”

His answer is to come closer and take her into his arms. He kisses her and presses her gently down on the couch.

Within minutes the couple’s heat fills the room. He has never been with a girl in this way before. He's never before felt another person’s desire, or need for him, nor knew he could feel such an overpowering need for another. It all but drowns out the far away voice in the back of his mind. He can hear something, just not make out the words.

For Shelby, she is losing herself to him. The need to give herself to him, fully, completely, is overtaking her senses. While at the same time thinking, “I’m in control. I can make him stop anytime.” The issue is, she isn’t sure she can make herself stop, or if she even wants to. Her arms wrap tighter around the boy, her fingers claw at his back. One leg wrapped around him rubbing his body, squeezing him closer to her.

She feels the need emanating from her center. An undeniable arousal brought upon by Jonathan's touch.

With his lips buried in her neck the boy’s own desires are running almost wild. One hand holds her by the back of the neck. The other grasps at the thigh of the leg wrapped about him. He can feel the strength of the leg pulling him into her, moving higher. His own stiffness presses up against her. “Remember! SHE’S MY DAUGHTER!” The voice finally breaks through the fog. Realization of a promise made. He stops abruptly.

“What is it?” The voice of the girl in his arms nearly pulls him back in. It’s his respect for her, and his own honor that checks him. He can still look her father in the eye, IF he stops, but if he continues….? No.

“Nothing. I just need a moment.” He untangles himself from her. “Shelby… I want this, but… Just give me a minute.” ‘Maybe she will cool down if I just back off.’ he thinks.

He runs up the steps to his room, the master suite. In the bathroom he splashes cold water on his face, looks in the mirror at his flushed complexion and splashes more. A few stuttering breaths later, he hears a rustle behind him...

She is there looking intently into his eyes. She is standing inside the bedroom, barely four feet from him. The realization of what is about to happen focuses him as her hands reach for the zipper of her running top. Inch by inch, the material parts slowly revealing the tantalizing flesh of her full bosom. It’s when the thin spandex of her bra comes into view, he finally subdues the desire holding him.

He steps to her. He can see the hunger and welcome in her eyes. Her heaving chest, the parted lips. He reaches for her, then gently places his hands on hers. “No Shelby. That’s enough.”

“But...”

“Yes. I do. It’s just that, I’m not sure we are ready, and I made a promise… to your father. I want us to keep it. At least for now.” He kisses her. His fingers returning the zipper to its place high on her chest. “Please?”

“Ok Jonny. We’ll do it your way. But know that my father isn’t going to say, ‘Feel free to defile my daughter.’ Eventually, you’re going to have to make a choice.”

“I know. And that choice will be you. But for now, go make yourself comfortable while I get a shower.”

“I was making myself comfortable.” She quips back. “How about I stay and wash your back?”

“OUT!”

“Okay, okay. Geesh you’re as bad as mom! Hey! Why can’t I take a shower too? It would save sooo much time over going all the way back to my house.”

“Do you really want to use my boy soap and shampoo? You’ll end up smelling like me.”

“I already smell like you. Makes me warm all over.” She leers at him.

“You’re killing me. Besides, what would you wear?”

“Oh I’m sure I could find something,” she darts into his closet, “How about one of your shirts…”

“Hey get out of there!”

“There you go again...MOM!”

With mock exasperation he huffs, “How about this, we can pick up some toiletries for you to keep here and maybe some clothes. Then we can both start cleaning up here. But only if you leave me alone, and I’ll leave you alone” Shelby squeals her ascent. “Good. Now can I take a shower?”

Shelby hops to her boyfriend and kisses him quickly. “OK lover, go get clean. I’ll be a good girl.”

She closes the door, behind her the lock clicks. “I think you have trust issues Mister! We’ll have to discuss this in therapy!” She then proceeds to skip downstairs.

At the base of the steps she pauses to look around. The picture that he had turned away earlier catches her attention. She walks over and picks it up. It’s a man and a woman. She’s red-haired and beautiful. He’s blonde and handsome. She sees Jonathan in both of them His chin, her eyes, his hair and complexion, her facial structure. It’s Michelle and Jonathan Moorland. Smiling, happy, full of life and in love. “Mr. and Mrs. Moorland,” Her voice confident, decided. “I’ve fallen for your son. I want you to know that I promise to take care of him. Always. I hope you approve.” She returns the picture then goes to wait for Jonathan.

Hope this makes up for the briefness of the last chapter posted.

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JM

Chapter 13: Downtime

Mary, Shelby and Jonathan were spending a rainy day out shopping at one of the areas large galleria malls. Just for the fun of it. Though it seems awkward for two older teens to window shop with one of their mothers, Shelby is close to her mom and up until recently had few girlfriends to hang out with. Jonathan for his part enjoys the company of Mary. He feels more like a normal kid when she is around. In his mind being emancipated isn't fun at all. He'd rather have parents.

He had fallen behind looking at a window display and the girls busy talking, haven't even noticed his absence. It’s also when they are taunted by a snide rude voice from in front of them.
It’s Jason, “Well if it isn't the class tranny-fag. Who's that with you? Probably your tranny-fag dad! Like father like son they ….” his voice cuts off as he sees Jonathan charging between the girls and straight for him. The look on his face tells the bully all he needs to know, Jonathan’s pissed... and he is about to bear the brunt of it. Without slowing down Jonathan grabs him with both hands. Bodily driving him backwards at full speed down a side hall and slamming the bully up against a wall. He pins him with one hand, his other fist raised for a blow. Jason squeezes his eyes tight.

“NO!” Mary is just in time.

The boy stops at her command. Jason is left recoiling against the wall in anticipation.

“This has got to end Mrs. Curtis. It's time he was taught you have to treat women with respect. All women!” He raises his fist higher.

Shelby quickly attempts to reason with her boyfriend. “Jonny you've got to listen. Nothing you do to him will change how he thinks or what he says. You taught me to not care what his kind say or think. I care what you think!”

Mary steps close and quietly speaks to him. “Let him go Jonathan. Please.”

Jonathan looks at the cowering bully. He leans in close. “There's only one way you walk away unhurt. Get to it!”

“I’m SORRY! Shelby! I’ll never bother you again!”

Jonathan let's the other boy loose. His voice menacing. ”Go.”

Once Jason has gone Mary breathes easier, “Thank you Jonathan.”

”For?”

“For being a better man. The kind of man I want for Shelby.”

The boy blushes as Shelby hugs his arm to her. “That's right you’ze my-man!”

Mary looks around at the kids, “Well I'm about shopped out. What's say we go find a nice restaurant?”

Jonathan makes it to the car before the stress of going after Jason catches up and the coughing fit hits him. This one’s worse than others, it takes him to his knees for several minutes before passing. Shelby having experienced it before is on the ground holding him, rubbing his back, his face covered in beads of sweat. She notes this time he has even greater trouble catching his breath. Shelby thinks he even feels warm. Ten minutes later, the cough subsides leaving him flushed and damp with sweat.

Mary’s parental instinct of concern kicks in “Jonathan, what was that? Are you ok?”

“It's nothing. It happens sometimes when I do too much. I just need to get my stamina back. The physical therapy is supposed to help.”

Mary says nothing, but makes a mental note to talk to Robert about it.

...

Two days later Shelby bursts into the house in search of her mother, “Mom...Mom! I need your help!”

“What is it Bee?”

“It’s Jonathan, he’s sick, bad sick. Can you look at him?”

“Where is he?”

“He’s out in his car. He was going home to take care of himself but I took his keys. I think you should look at him.”

Out in the car Mary assesses him, he’s pale, drawn, and wheezing. Mary feels his forehead. “Damn he’s burning up. Let’s get him inside Bee.” The two women practically have to carry him to the spare bedroom.

“Mrs. Curtis… I’m fine you don’t need to…”

“Now you be quiet and do as I say. You are in no shape to take care of yourself. Lay down here until Robert gets home and can take a look at you.” Five minutes later, he is passed out with Shelby at his side, a cool cloth for his head.

“Stay with him Bee, I’m calling your father.”

“Mary, It sounds like pneumonia to me but we can’t be sure until I listen to his chest. Get him in bed and start working on his fever. I’ll bring some fluids home. We can prescribe something once I confirm his symptoms... Yeah Ok. One more thing, give him some Tylenol and get him undressed, we need to get the fever under control.”

Mary hangs up the phone and looks to her daughter. “Bee I need you to be an adult here. Your father says to undress him.”

“Do you think we should Mom? He’s gonna freak when he wakes up.”

“We’ll tell him we kept our eyes closed”

“Yeah right!” She pulls his shoes and socks off. “Wow mom! Even his feet are hot.”

“It’s the fever. He's definitely fighting something. OK. I'll hold him up while you get his shirt off.”

Shelby unbuttons his dress shirt. Removes it then pulls the t-shirt over his head. It’s soaked in sweat. Hearing her mother gasp she looks at her boyfriend. “Oh my God! M-mom? Are you seeing this?”

Jonathan's left side from his collarbone to below his hip is a series of scars. Most are from surgical incisions, staples and sutures. The two biggest ones obviously are not, they are ragged, ugly and extend around to his back.

“Oh Shelby! I had no idea.”

“Neither did I mom. He said he’d been hurt, just not how much. Do you think this is all from the accident?”

“It must be honey. See how they all have about the same degree of healing and the pinkness…”

“...means they are not very old. Maybe a year. Oh mom! I'm not sure I want to think about what happened to him.” Shelby's angry tone fails to mask the signs that her heart aches, remembering what Jonathan said about waking up in the hospital.

“Oh Bee, I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing to me? He's the one who's been filleted like a trout.” her tears show she's upset and angry. “how could someone do this to him!?”

Mary puts her arm around her daughter. “Oh Shelby. I know it's not fair honey. But I'm sure they only did what they had to,... to save his life.”

“I know mom. It’s just... I’ll be fine. Let's get the rest of his clothes off and make him comfortable.”

“That's my girl!” She turns back to Jonathan. From behind her she hears Shelby mumble,

“He’s gonna get better treatment here than those butchers who did this, gave him.”

“Help me with his pants,... Jesus he’s sweating. Underwear too Shelby... On second thought you go change out of your school clothes. I’ll finish.”

Hearing her mother's order, Shelby recovers some of her humor, “Really mom? That’s kinda pervy.”

“What’s pervy is letting my adolescent, horny daughter, get into her boyfriend’s skivvies while he’s unconscious. Now scat!”

“Okay, Okay. I’ll go but you better keep your eyes closed. He’s mine, woman!”

Mary finishes undressing their patient and gets him under the covers. Despite his fever, he has chills, a sure sign he’s fighting an infection. She speaks to the sleeping young man, “Shelby and I are gonna take care of you Jonathan. We’re gonna get some fluids into you and some good meds that’ll fix you right up. You rest now.” Softly, more asleep than awake, the boy responds…

When Shelby has changed into her favorite 'house bum' clothes, boy-shorts and tank top, she heads back to her patient’s room with a fresh cool compress and bowl of water. She finds her mother sitting on the edge of the bed bathing Jonathan’s face. At her approach Mary quickly turns to Shelby and passes off the cloth. One glance and the girl knows her mother is crying. “Here Bee you take over.” She rushes from the room. Shelby follows.

“Mom, mom! What is it?”

“It’s nothing sweetie.”

“Mom…!”

“OK. It's just that for a moment, he thought I was his mother.” Sniff, “He said he’s sorry and… and that he misses me. Between that and the scars…” The younger Curtis embraces her mother. “Oh mom!” They are both still hugging and crying when Robert walks in.

“Hey...hey, what’s wrong with my girls?” Suddenly he’s worried and serious. “Is Jonathan ok?”

“Were fine daddy. Just girl stuff. My patient is in the spare bedroom. Can I get a consult?”

30 minutes later Robert and Shelby are done with the examination. He even supervised his daughter as she started an I.V. “OK Shelby, tell me what you think.”

“Ok Daddy. Based on the sounds of his chest, the rapid pulse and elevated B.P., the fever over 102, and his raspy respiration…” She looks up at him questioning, “A lung infection? Perhaps pneumonia?”

“Very good young Padawan! One doesn’t need an X-ray to diagnose this one. Of course an x-ray is one of the best ways to confirm it, but I think it's a safe bet. I'll have the blood we drew tested and we will know even more. He’s lucky you kept him here.” He scribbles out a prescription and gives her his keys. “Shelby, I need you to run to the pharmacy. Tell David to make it quick! Hell. I’ll call it in while you head over.”

“Daddy, I don’t have my full permit yet.”

“So don’t get caught.” He goes for the phone. “Then over his shoulder, “And for Christ's sake! Put some clothes on before you go! … Damn kid is gonna get herself assaulted dressed like that…”

“Geesh Okay! … Dad? What about his coughing? I realize that it’s the infection, but he really seems to be in a lot of pain when the fits hit him.”

“Shelby, right now he needs to cough, to break up the infection. Discomfort is normal with Pneumonia associated coughs. And with his previous injuries coughing is likely going to hurt more.”

While waiting for the pharmacist, he starts contemplating what he has seen, as a surgeon he is intrigued by all the damage this young man has. Mary interrupts his thoughts with a warm embrace. “Thank you honey. This is a good kid… Besides, your daughter is very taken with him.”

“She sure seems it. She did everything three times. And when she started the I.V., it was textbook perfect. Better than I could have done it.” He shifts gears, “Hello David? Robert Curtis here, I need some scripts filled stat…”

Mary finds him back in the spare room re-examining Jonathan, this time he’s looking at the boys left side.

Without looking up, “What do you know about these Mary?”

“Nothing really. Based on what he said at Dr. Michaels, they are from the accident. I’d say he was pretty banged up, and they did the best they could to put him back together.”

“I wish I could agree,... perhaps you’re right.”

“Ok Rob. You’re thinking something. Spill it.”

Robert stands up, closes his eyes, then pinches the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. Mary thinks, ‘Shit, he's stressed.’ She knows it will be a minute before he answers.

“I'm sure it's nothing Mary, but…”

“But?”

“In my mind, two, maybe three of those scars look like mistakes, as if whoever cut on him opened him up in the wrong place.”

“Oh Jesus, Robert… How sure are you?”

“Maybe 90 percent. I'd need more scans, the accident records, and a couple consults to confirm, before I’m sure-sure.”

“So what do we do?”

“For now? Nothing. Just get him well and I'll do some digging. If anything turns up we can talk to him about some scans. You said he’s holding something back on the accident?”

“Yeah, Sheila thinks so. After today, so do I.” She explains to Robert why she and Shelby were crying when he came home.

“Well I'm no Psychiatrist, but I know a pretty cute one and I’d bet she'd want to get his head and heart straight before tinkering too much with what messed him up in the first place.”

“That's my boy! C’mere and give the doctor a kiss.”

This was one of the chapters I most worried about getting right. I'm still not certain it invokes the response I envisioned.

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JM

Chapter 14: The Dam Breaks

In the morning, a groggy Mary wanders into the kitchen. Robert, the early riser of the pair, has already brewed a pot. He hands her a cup.

“Mmmm thank you sweetheart. Have you checked on our patient this morning?”

“I'd say his primary caregiver is staying on top of things.”

“Oh? Has she been into check on him already?”

Robert gestures with his mug. “See for yourself.”

Mary wanders to the guest room to poke her head in the door. Jonathan is resting on his back propped up on several pillows with a cold compress on his forehead and the sheet pulled up to cover his chest. The I.V. bag has recently been changed. On the bed curled up against him is Shelby. She is sleeping quietly with one arm draped across her boyfriend's waist. Jonathan's arm is curled around her.

When she comes back into the kitchen it's Robert's turn to ask how things are. “And?”

“Where's my phone? I've got to get a picture. They are just too cute!”

It’s Saturday, the following Monday is a teacher workday so Shelby spends the next days taking care of Jonathan. He’s slow to respond to the medication. For that reason Robert is unwilling to leave him unattended. Tuesday's are file update days at Mary's Practice so she decides to work from home and keep an eye on Jonathan.

Shelby is not pleased. “Mom you can't make me go, he’s mine!” Then less forcefully, “I mean - my responsibility.”

“Shelby dear you don't own him. You have to go to school. If not you’ll run the risk of losing class valedictorian. Not to mention the scholarships. I’ll be here to make sure some other 1940’s style hottie doesn’t steal him away from you”

...

A glum Shelby pouts in history class while Ms. Hayes takes attendance. “Jonathan?” She looks up and notes the empty desk. “Shelby? Do you know where he is?”

“He’s at my… He’s out sick. I can take his classwork to him.”

From the back of the room, “Probably suffering from some shit you gave him.”

Before Lisa can say anything, she is interrupted by a response from across the room, “Jason, why don't you shut-up before someone slaps the shit outta you!”

“Oh yeah! Which one of you thinks they can?”

“I do.”
“And me”
“And me”
“Me too.”
“I’m in.”

To Shelby's amazement almost the entire class has had enough of Jason and his gang. Then Devon, the original speaker adds, “Jason, I know I can, and even if I can't alone, I won't be. And we’ll make damn sure each one of you six are.”

Jason poised to respond, thinks better of it then turns to his classwork. Shelby and Ms. Hayes exchange surprised smiles. After class, she gathers Jonathan’s work, “It looks like your friend has started something. The G.O.P. seem to have lost its hold over the student body. Some of the other teachers have had similar things happen in their classes.”

“That’s good to know Ms. Hayes. I’m sure Jonny will be glad to hear that.”

“Jonny is it now? So it’s true? You two have become something of an item? The other girls will be disappointed. Most of them think he’s quite attractive.” Then she mumbles “and some of the teachers too...”

Back at the Curtis’s, Mary, drawn to the room by the sound of coughing looks in on Jonathan. He’s looked better. He is gaunt and pale, perspiration dots his face and has plastered blonde locks of hair to the boy’s forehead. She decides three days of sweat on her guest sheets is enough. She worked her way through college as a nurse's assistant so changing an occupied bed is no trick to her. She figures to kill two birds by giving Jonathan a sponge bath. It should help with his fever and provide some soothing.

As she is bathing, the boy begins to stir and mumble in his sleep.

“No, I’m sorry Ms. Pinch. … Please ... leave me alone… No I wasn't…. It just started spinning … NO! I didn't… “ This time the coughing fit wracks his entire body.

After it passes, “Shhh Jonathan it's OK…” She tries to bathe his side, then things get bad.

“No don't, please not there, it hurts… No! I didn't do it on purpose! NO!” Jonathan's eyes fly open, unseeing he tries to fight off an imaginary enemy. “I swear it wasn't on purpose… No PLEASE!” He’s about to jump out of bed and in danger of ripping out the I.V.

Mary grabs his shoulders and uses all her weight to hold him. “Jonathan… Johnathan… JONATHAN! WAKE UP!”

Finally he stops struggling and his eyes come into focus… on Mary. “Oh GOD. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to kill them. I'm sorry. Everything happened so fast… Mom's screams… Dad grabbing the wheel… The trucks were so big and the car… it wouldn't respond to the wheel, the brakes. Oh GOD I killed them, I killed them…” He’s wracked by another fit, when he looks up she can see the torment and fear in his eyes. “She said so… She said I'm a horrible son. A murderer. I didn't want them dead. I wanted to go home. I wanted all of us… She said I deserved to hurt for what I did. She was going to make me pay for it, for as long as she could keep me in custody… Said jail was too good for me and knew how to make me pay. Oh God! I'm so ashamed… I MISS them so much…” More coughs, “Please let me go… I won't bother you again.” By now he’s buried in her arms sobbing, coughing… in anguish.

“Let it out Jonny. Don't hold back…” Mary holds him close. Urges him to go on as the memory of his treatment in the hospital spills forth. All the ugly details about the harshness in how he was treated. Like he was a criminal. She has heard similar stories before. Stories of abuse and torture that do nothing but twist the victims minds into believing anything the villain wishes. That it was at the hands of a social worker, in a place of healing... She has to fight to keep her own anger in check.

Struggling between being a Mom and a Doctor she begins whispering words of comfort...

Forty-five minutes later she is still holding a now sleeping Jonathan, when Shelby gets in from school. The sight triggers her sense something is wrong. “Mom…? What's happened?”

“We had an episode today Bee. I need you to take him. Just let him sleep. It will help for him to see you when he wakes up. Here sit.” She passes the young man to her daughter's arms. “I'm going to make a call.” Shelby can feel shudders from his occasional sobbs.

The movement of the girl as she adjusts on the bed wakes him. Instantly he pulls Shelby close and holds on. ”I’m sorry Bee. I've been a pathetic mess today.”

“I heard. In all your pathetic mess did you at least miss me?”

“Every minute.”

“We are gonna have to work on that. I will only accept you missing me every second.”

Mary is halfway through dialing the phone when abruptly she stops. Her hands have begun to shake. She can feel it coming over her. Remembering what happened last time, she calmly places her newest smartphone gently on the counter. Turning to a door she steps into the garage to gather herself. “OK Mary keep it together. Remember you’re an adult. A doctor. Be professional.” She speaks to the empty room. Absently she picks up a can of WD40, takes a couple deep breaths and starts counting to ten. One, two,...the can hurls across the garage quickly followed by everything on her husband’s workbench.

An hour later, Dr. Michaels and Aaron are there. Mary begins, “OK Jonathan, I want you to tell Sheila and Aaron exactly what you told me earlier. This is important for them to hear and for you to get out. Spare nothing. If you have to cry, then cry. They need to hear all of it.”

Shelby is on the bed with him, holding his hand. “Go ahead Jonny. We are here for you. I’m here for you.”

Slowly and not without some emotion he relates the events in the hospital. From the time he awoke to the hour the attorneys from the firm took him away. The mistreatment by the nurses, the indifference of the doctors. The multiple surgeries without explanation and the horrible things the social worker said, and did. The yelling... The restraints... The abuse, the hurting. The pain. By the time he's done, he's again in the girl's arms.

When he finishes the room is silent for several minutes before Aaron stands up. “Dr. Michaels, I think you and I both have a lot of work to do on Jonathan’s behalf. Don’t you agree?”

Jonathan sits up, near panic in his eyes, “Am- Am I going to jail?”

The look on Aaron’s face is incredulous, “Oh Heavens no son. But I can’t say the same of those folks in Vermont.”

Mary notes the change in Jonathan’s body language. He leans back, closes his eyes, and visibly sinks into her daughter's arms.

“Jonathan?”, Dr. Michaels touches the boy’s thigh and he opens his eyes, “I need to talk to Mr. Stanley for a few minutes. But when I come back I’d like to talk to you for a bit. I’ve some things to tell you. They should help you feel better.”

...

As much as the antibiotics, the truth about what caused the accident has a positive effect on Jonathan's recovery. As if he has just let go of 11 months worth of tension. With the knowledge that no matter who had been driving the outcome would have been much the same, the boy begins to let go of his guilt. Both Mary and Dr. Michaels have near daily sessions with him, though he avoids getting back into the details of the hospital. Much like Shelby after her incident, Jonathan doesn't like for her to get too far away or for very long. The teens’ bond seems to strengthen before the adults' eyes.

That Friday afternoon Mary is drawn to her guest room by the sounds of laughter. What she finds interesting, is some of the laughter is from Jonathan. Something she has never heard before. Mary walks in to find he and Shelby playing video games. All looks like simple innocent teenage fun except, Jonathan still nude, is above the rumpled covers on his belly with his head at the foot of the bed. A pillow is under his chest and he’s supported on his elbows. Shelby clothed in boy shorts, a tight tank and braided hair is straddling Jonathan. Sitting on his bare butt. Mary spies where Shelby's boy shorts meet Jonathan's bum and decides it’s time to intervene. "OK you two pause the game... Do either of you care to explain why my daughter is using her NAKED boyfriend’s butt as an ottoman?”

“Oh that's easy. I beat him two out of three in Street Fighter. I'm the champ!”

“I don't even want to know how you two came up with the stakes.”

“As Bee put it, she whipped my butt so she gets to own my butt. I guess it could be worse. But I’m managing.”

Mary doesn't​ buy that he's in distress and does what she can to suppress a smile. “Shelby you need to jump up for a second."

Shelby giggles, "But mom! I'm comfortable! It's the best seat in the house!"

"Up young lady! I don't care how cute you think it is."

Shelby shows her pouty face, "You called it adorable."

Jonathan blushes a deep red, "Whoa, wait a sec. If she gets up then you will see my naked butt!!"

Mary looks at him coolly. "I've already seen it. Now up Shelby."

Shelby crawls off Jonathan, deliberately dragging her body over his. Mary shows her a mild scowl then pulls the sheet over his backside, gives it a mild slap and looks to Shelby saying "You can have your seat back now, Champ. Just keep it covered." She looks to Jonathan, "As for you young man. At this rate you should be back to school by Monday."

When she checks on them 30 minutes later, Jonathan is asleep and Shelby is reading, using her former seat as a pillow. Mary thinks to herself ‘Adorable’.

That evening the boy tells Robert and Mary if he can have his clothes back he can get out of their hair. He’s imposed on their generosity enough.

“Sorry son, I'm pretty sure I used those clothes as rags. See, there was this huge mess somebody made in the garage the other day. Apparently they were pretty pissed off about something. God knows what it could have been? You're just gonna have to wait until we can come up with something for you to wear. Until then… Say! Why don't you find us a nice punching bag on the internet we can order. My garage won't take too many more of those kinds of beatings.” He winks at Mary and leaves the room.

“Well I guess that's that Jonathan. I've a lot going on this weekend. It will likely be late Saturday or Sunday before I can get you something to wear.”

“But…”

“No buts Jonny. What mom and daddy says, goes. You're no exception. You'll just have to stay here with me.” She kisses him and skips out of the room.

“Well I guess I’m just a prisoner of my girlfriend and her family.” A look of contentment spreads across his face.

Mary gives a sly smile and shrugs. “Eat your soup Jonathan.”

This is another one of those chapters where finding a balance between description and letting the reader's imagination fill in the blanks, still challenges me. There are several versions that were started in which I describe the abuse inflicted on Jonathan. They all seemed to fall flat when compared to the imagery I get as it now reads. The horror he endured is limited only by the readers mind. I hope it worked.

v/r
JM

Chapter 15: Jonny's Place

The Saturday after the video game complication. Shelby and her mom are out running a couple of errands. “One last stop Bee and I can reunite you with your patient.”

“Ok. Where we going?”

“Jonathan's place. I want to get him his things so you guys can go straight to school Monday.” At the next stop light she looks over to her daughter, “Ok kiddo, how do we get there?”

“What makes you think I know?” Shelby tries her most innocent look. It’s met with a meaningful stare. The kind only a mother can give. “OK-OK, Jeesh! Turn left mom.”

When they arrive, Shelby gives Mary the code to the gated community and they pull into Jonathan's driveway. Inside, Mary notes it's a simple townhouse, sparsely furnished in modern decor with a few feminine touches, in Shelby's signature 40's style. In the common room a side table sits apart with a solitary picture. It's of a 40-ish couple. She, red hair and green eyes, fair complexion. A striking woman. He, tall, blonde hair, hazel eyes and two days stubble on his face. They are both candid and happy.

“Someone’s been here mom.”

“How can you tell?”

“The picture. He always has it facing away from the room. Facing outside. It's turned in today.”

“And you know this, how?”

“It's happened before. We came here one day and it was turned in. Jonathan stood there looking at it, silently, then carefully turned it facing out. He said, they lived for the outdoors, they should face the window so they can see it. It's happened other times too. He thinks it's the housekeeper.”

“So why doesn't he say something?”

From behind them a feminine voice with a deep Latin accent answers, “Because if I don't turn it, he won't. He has to face them sometimes, so as to not forget.”

Both women are startled to say the least. When they turn, they are faced with a beautiful olive skinned Latina woman in her mid 30’s. She has a no-nonsense aura about her.

“How did you get in here?” The newcomer demands with a raised eyebrow.

“I'm sorry, I'm Mary Curtis and this is my daughter Shelby. We came to pick up some things for Jonathan. And you are?”

“Rosaria Gutierrez. My company takes care of the firm's real estate holdings. Including this de pueblo, Jonathan's house.” she doesn't look like the typical housekeeper. Her business casual suit says “management.”

“That must keep you pretty busy.”

“It does. But I've help. Except for here. I still care for this place myself.” She has several dishes of prepared food for the fridge. About a week's worth.

Shelby smiles and indicates the food. All of which is home-made in dishware not found in any restaurant. “Jonathan is something special to you isn't he?”

“His parents and I met almost 16 years ago in my native Honduras. They needed a au-pair for Jonathan while on vacation. He took to me, and I to heem. So much so, they help me immigrate. I took care of Jonathan and learned to manage their properties. Later when he needed me less, they financed my business, for a percentage. I now have many properties to manage. “

She walks over and picks up the picture.

“When we lost them and they made heem an adult, the firm asked my company continue to take care of the old house. Look after heem. But no more.” She looks at Shelby, “Since you, he has begun to move on. This is why he live here now. Because he is moving forward. It is good thing no? Now I tend this. His new house. His new home. I couldn't leave it to my crew. It is Jonathan you know.”

Mary and Shelby nod in agreement.

Rosaria smiles showing even white teeth. “So.” She turns to Shelby “You are the girl who has stolen heem from me? The shampoos, cosmetics and clothes in his rooms are yours, no?”

Mary looks to her blushing Daughter, “Excuse me!? What is she talking about?”

“Mommy I swear! It's not what you think. This place is closer to town than our house. So when we go to the gym, beach or the park and get sweaty, dirty we will stop here, clean up then go back out. It was my idea...it saves time. Jonathan bought it all.”

“Well let's just go see what he has bought you” Upstairs in the master bath is an exact replica of the contents of Shelby's vanity at home. There are shampoos and conditioners in the shower. On the vanity sit, creams, powder, blushes, eyeliners, lipsticks, perfumes and hair items. Brushes, scrunchies and other female needs for making oneself up are set neatly about. In the closet she finds several of Shelby's dresses and some workout clothes. The dresser holds some of her intimates. On the bed among the pillows, one of her favorite teddy-bears is perched.

Mary sighs in exasperation, “ OK let's hear it. What else have you been doing here?”

“Mizz Curtis? If I may? I do not think anything is going on. I do much of the laundry and cleaning. I would know if any of the hanky panky were going. “

“She's right Mom. Jonathan won't even come upstairs when I'm cleaning up. He says he made a promise to Daddy and he won't break it.”

Rosaria adds, “That is my Jonathan. He keeps his word Miz Curtis.”

“Jonathan is not who I'm worried about. Am I, young lady?”

“Geesh mom. I only tried the one time. He wouldn't let me come in. Even made me promise to behave and to stay out while he showers and gets dressed. And he's really funny about the scars. He doesn't want me to even see him with his shirt off.”

“Bee, he's been at our house almost 8 days without a stitch of clothing. You, me, your father have all seen them.”

That was before and besides he was so sick he isn't really sure you have mom. He asked and I said we kept him covered to protect his privacy. Even the other day he had a sheet over his side while I was sitting on him. It was kinda funny. Me sitting on that cute bare butt and he's more worried about some silly scars.” She giggles at the memory.

Rosaria interrupts, “So, he's been sick?”

“Yes but my husband and I are both Doctors and then there was Shelby. He really has had the best of care.

Rosaria takes a minute to process the news before answering, “You seem like nice people so Mizz Shelby, I will tell you this once. Jonathan is not to be played with and tossed aside like other boys. He would not have opened his home to you if he did not have grande’ feelings for you. Affection and commitment is not something the Moorlands take as you say… lightly. Please. Do not hurt heem.”

“I wouldn't dream of it. Jonathan is the only boy I've ever liked or who liked me back. I can't see myself with anyone else. I don't want anyone else. Ever.”

“Miz. Curtis? Your daughter, She is in love with my Jonathan. You agree, no?”

“Love him?” Mary had not considered it. She looks to her daughter. “Shelby, is that how you feel about him?”

Shelby blushes, “Yes mom, I know it sounds immature but yes, I'm in love with Jonathan.”

“Miz Curtis, perhaps maybe I can have your number? If I see anything here that is not as it should be I will call you. And here is mine if you have questions. That way the children know we are not only watching, but as you say, comparing journals?” She looks at Shelby. “I think maybe you are best for heem. Take good care of my Jonathan for me. He is all I have left of them.”

“Yes ma’am. Mom? Can we go? I'd like to get back to Jonathan now.”

“Ok. But we stop for coffee first. I need time to process all this… and figure out how to explain it to your father.”

This was my attempt to provide some additional back story on Jonathan's and his parents, demonstrate Mary and Shelby's mother/daughter relationship, and how the teen's are building something together. I realize the story may not need it but I like how the chapter ties back to when Shelby tries to seduce Jonathan and shows he's a man of his word.

v/r
JM

Chapter 16: Maxwell's

A week after Jonathan is cleared to return to school, the kids pull into the driveway at Shelby’s after an afternoon out and about. “Shelby? Can I come in and talk to your parents?”

“Of course silly, why do you even think you have to ask?” She grabs his hand, “C’mon.”

They find the adults on the back patio sharing a bottle of wine. “Mr. & Mrs. Curtis? Do you have a minute?”

“Why hello Jonathan. How nice to see you! How are you feeling?”

“What's on your mind boy?”

“Fine thank you. Well Mr. Curtis, Mrs.Curtis. You both and Shelby have done so much for me. Not just anyone would take in a sick stray and nurse them back to health. And after my coming unglued on Mrs. Curtis I'd have thought you would have thrown me out. But you persevered, took care of me, and still let me date Shelby. Well for all you have done, I’d like to show you my appreciation. Would you allow me to host the three of you for an evening out? This Friday evening? Sort of a double date?”

“Jonathan that isn't…”

“I appreciate that Mrs. Curtis, but it would mean alot to me to be able to show you a night on the town.”

“What do you think Robert?”

“Well Mary we could use a nite out…”

“Mom please…?”

“Ok you two. Jonathan we would love to have a night out with you. But nothing too extravagant...”

…..

Friday...

Robert is buttoning his shirt, "Shelby are you sure he didn't tell you where we were going?"

Shelby answers from across the house - "For the umpteenth time! No Daddy! He hasn't told me anything except to dress semi-formal. No tie, and stockings are optional."

"What!?"

She giggles, "Optional for me and mom. You don't have the legs for them!"

Mary walks out of the bedroom - “How do I look?” She's wearing a Black see-thru ruffled vest over an emerald green camisole and black thigh length skirt. Robert, knowing his wife, can sense by the look in her eyes she's wearing no bra and a surprise for him, to be shared later. The matching emerald seamed stockings and black patent leather pumps complete her outfit. Her flaming red tresses are worn up with just enough curl dangling to set her husband's blood on fire.

Robert lets out a low whistle, “I could take you right here, right now.” The excitement in his voice palpable.

A giggle from behind, tells him he’s been busted, “That's not a very appropriate thing to say in front of your daughter, daddy.” Shelby had emerged from her room just in time to hear her father. She is dressed to the nines. Her mid-thigh-length dress is strapless, white with red polka-dots and full petticoats. Heels of red are wrapped around her feet. Her jet black locks are done in her signature Bettie Page style with the same black square rimmed glasses framing the grey-green eyes inherited from her mother. A red belt, clutch and nail polish, compliment her outfit. Her accessories consist of white lace gloves, a red bangle on her wrist and matching loops in her ears. “So how do I look daddy?”

Robert looks at his daughter. Both women can see him draw a deep breath, as only a father can, knowing his little girl has become woman. He pauses, searching for the right words. “You're grounded. Go to your room.” Without taking his eyes off his lovely daughter, “Mary, I think Shelby should only be able to go out wearing something less grown up. Like a potato sack and army boots.” The smile on his face is all the approval Shelby needs. Mumbling he turns to the little corner bar for a drink. “Damn. I've got two of them now. That boy hasn't a clue what he's gotten himself into.”

Mary beams at her daughter, “Just ignore him Bee. You belong on a runway! My baby is so beautiful!”

At 6:30 sharp, a knock at the door announces Jonathan's arrival. He is dressed in a simple grey double breasted suit with a linen crop collared shirt in blue. A boutonniere is pinned on the left lapel. A matching kerchief pokes from the breast pocket.

Robert notes, but doesn't comment on the onyx cuff links and matching Breitling watch.

He presents Mary with a bouquet of carnations. He also has a small box containing a boutonniere for Robert, and corsages for the girls. “Mr. Curtis I hope you don't think me presumptuous. The flowers are but a small thank you to Mrs. Curtis for putting up with me. The corsages… well we are taking the two prettiest ladies around, out for the evening.” He says a bit sheepishly.

Robert pats the young man on the shoulder and leans close. “No worries my boy! I'll just tell them it was all my idea” He finishes with a wink.

“Hello Jonathan.” She had stepped into the other room before he entered. Like many women her age, it's all about the entrance.

When Jonathan turns she can see his breath catch in his chest. She has barely been able to hide her own nervousness anticipating this moment. “Hu-Hu-” a deep breath… “Hi Bee...You're a vision!” He approaches her, her parents watching… “Would you do me the honor of allowing me to escort you to dinner tonight?”

Shelby suppresses a giggle, curtsies, “Why I would most enjoy that dear sir!” Jonathan pulls her corsage from its container. His hands visibly shake as he straps it to her wrist. Robert has less trouble with Mary's corsage. “These were all my idea Love”

“Yeah right. Mr. Casanova.” She kisses him.

Jonathan offers Shelby's his arm and turns to the others. “Shall we?”

Mary smiles, “Of course young sir. Robert would you open the garage?”

“We won't be needing that Mr. & Mrs Curtis.” Jonathan turns to the front door with Shelby. Outside there is a car waiting. Not quite a stretched limo but large enough to accommodate four people in the back. Two facing forward, two facing back. A driver stands at the back door waiting.

The Curtis's are taken aback. Mary recovers first, “Jonathan! You shouldn't have!”

“It's no trouble Mrs. Curtis.”

“Hiring a car doesn't come cheap son.” The older man comments.

Jonathan replies almost pleadingly “Mr. Curtis, please trust me when I say it isn't. Let's just enjoy the evening, and not worry about what the costs are.”

He turns to the gentleman standing by the car. “Dr’s Robert and Mary Curtis. I’d like to introduce Mr. Phillip Simms. Mr. Simms will be our driver, guide, and advisor this evening.”

“A pleasure to meet you Mr. Simms” Robert offers his hand,

“Of course sir. And please, it’s Phillip. Master Jonathan is always so formal. Mrs. Curtis, you look quite alluring this evening.” He bows slightly taking Mary’s hand.

“Mr. Simms? May I present Miss Shelby Andrea Curtis. The young lady whom I'll be escorting this evening.”

Bowing low Philip takes Shelby's hand gently “Ah Miss Curtis, the fresco's Jonathan paints of you with words, pale in comparison to the seeing. I now understand what has him so enraptured.” As she curtsies, Shelby blushes as red as the polka-dots of her dress. “Thank you Mr. Simms.”

Philip takes the door handle in hand, “Now. Dr. Curtis? Master Jonathan? If you are ready there is a 7:30 reservation waiting. Please embark the ladies and yourselves. I’ve glasses set out, and it's my belief the wine has had ample time to breathe.”

Mary looks to Phillip, then Jonathan, “Wine?”

“Why of course Madam. It's a beautiful evening, the top is open and the grape Jonathan has chosen, a 2004 Acrobat Pinot Noir, sets so very well on the pallet. Mixed with the air these southern winters bring, the flavor truly is memorable. Of course, your daughter is up to you and your husband, however I will only allow a single glass for the ladd. I would advise the same for the young lady. Jonathan knows my rules.”

Shelby perks up and pleads silently to her mother. “PLEASE!”

“HALF a glass. That means Both of you!”

Philip chuckles.

Jonathan nods, “Yes Dr. Curtis” Shelby allows the little girl in her to burst forth and excitedly claps her hands.

Phillip drives the two couples through tunnels of trees, and lanes open to clear skies which are slowly giving way to evening behind a westering sun. His comments on the wine prove true as the doctors both breathe deep of the cool air and taste the subtle changes in the grape.

By 7:30 Philip arrives at Maxwell's. An exclusive five star restaurant occupying an old world manor and gardens, nestled among groves of great Willows and Cypress

Mary again looks accusingly at Jonathan. “You said you would trust me. ” She gives in with a shrug. “Just know that I didn't spend two hours getting my hair and nails done to wash dishes young man!”.

The boy laughs, “Not to worry Mrs. Curtis.”

As the couples step up on the porch, the door is opened by a handsome 40-something gentleman with black hair and Mediterrainian complexion. His wide grin reveals even white teeth. “Master Jonathan! We have so missed you!” He takes a step towards the boy then restrains himself. A hint of sadness behind his dark eyes, he settles for a handshake. “Please! Introduce me to your companions.” Jonathan introduces the Curtis's and Shelby.

“A pleasure to meet all of you! Welcome to Maxwell's! I am Gordon Maxwell. May you eat well and leave full, but not too full, we do so want you to leave wanting more. That way we know you'll come back” Gordon laughs at his lame humor.

They are immediately seated and with a flourish and a clap, Gordon summons staff to their table. Napkins are laid in their laps, water glasses filled, and piping oven-fresh bread placed before them. Gordon himself recites tonight's menu. He finishes with, “Of course, if none of tonight's selections are to your taste, please ask and I will see if we can do something special for any of you. Oh! I almost forgot. Jonathan my lad! I’ve prepared a triple fudge mousse, just how you like it. I'll leave you to decide. James will be standing by to answer any questions you may have.” He shuffles off to check on his other guests.

This time it’s Robert who turns his eyes to the young man. - “Jonathan? The car & driver was one thing. BUT! Maxwell’s is the hardest restaurant in the state to get into. Reservations are almost nine months out. We get here out of the blue it seems, and the OWNER meets us, knows you by name, prepares a special dessert, AND offers to make us anything we want? Let's hear it son.”

Gordon appears from nowhere, “Did I hear my name? My ears are so burning. Ha! Listen my friends, why don't you order, enjoy a beautiful meal, dance a bit, and then we can all talk over a nice port. I find that some things are best explained on a full stomach, over a good wine and” he looks at Jonathan, “by me.”

The nervous look on Jonathan's face eases at Robert’s silent acceptance of the delay.

Soon they order and the talk turns to the kids schooling, and some discussion of both the doctor’s practices. Shelby wishes to follow in one of her parents footsteps, but has yet to decide which. Jonathan even offers a few insights into his life before the accident. Mary sees it as a sign of healing.

When the food arrives, it is magnificent. The Curtis's rave about the meal and the atmosphere. The pianist plays a waltz. Jonathan gently guides Shelby to the dance floor. Robert and Mary soon follow.

Four dances later the table is cleared. Dessert for the teens is served - Jonathan's mousse is all he remembered and more, and the Curtis's, having finished a caramel creme brulee’ are enjoying an extremely good port. Gordon joins them.

Gordon pours himself a glass and leans back in his chair, “So. Time for some explanations,” he looks to Jonathan, “Jonathan. Why don't you take your enchanting companion for a walk in the gardens? The cicadas are singing. We may even have some late blooming Jasmine to tickle your date’s nose.” The boy silently takes Shelby by the hand and guides her out the back of the restaurant. Gordon thinks out loud, “He's such a good boy. Excuse me, young man. Mickie and Jon did a wonderful job.”

Mary interrupts his thoughts. “Mr. Maxwell, we have had such a wonderful evening. The food, the music. It's been magnificent. I only wish we could get reservations more often.”

“Thank you. Your enjoyment is why we do this. Well, that and your money.” They all laugh at his joke. He continues, “but don't worry about that. Tonight has already been taken care of. Which brings me to the explanation portion of the evening. First let me say, you have been officially added to ‘The List.’ Call whenever you want and there should be a table available within 24 hours of whatever time you choose.” Gordon looks out the window at the two teens embracing in the gardens. “Scratch that. There will always be a table available for you. At any time you so desire.”

Robert, sounding a bit confused, “OK and thank you Mr…”

“Call me Gordon, please.”

“Thanks Gordon.” He pushes, “May we ask why?”

Gordon gestures with his glass out the window to Jonathan and Shelby. “Because, he is happy and your daughter... No.” he smiles at the Curtis’s, “Your family, makes him so.”

Mary’s psychiatry training kicks in “What makes you say that?”

“Because I love that kid. I loved his parents. They are why Maxwell's exists. They gave me my start. They took care of the legal and financial and allowed me to do what I do best. Run a restaurant. A great restaurant. After the accident, he and Maxwell's are all that I have left of them. They believed in me. Trusted me. I won't forget something like that. He, Jonathan, represents 30% of this place, but it's more than that. He’s family and he's in a very dark place.... Robert...Mary? You should know. This is the first time he's been in since the accident. I'm beside myself seeing him. I want to hug him, hold him, and let him know it's going to be alright. But I can't. He's been running from that life. But tonight...He has found some joy. I can see it in him. It's her, your daughter, and the two of you that’s saving him. I'm going to support it in any way I can. And for all that your family has done for him, my home, this restaurant, is open to you.”

He pauses and captures both of them in his gaze, “Promise me one thing. When the time comes, allow me to aid in planning the event. We could even do it here.”

Robert pours another glass and looks at the other man perplexed, “What are you talking about?”

Gordon again nods towards the gardens. The Curtis's look in the direction of his gesture. Jonathan and Shelby are slow dancing in the moonlight. His arms about her waist, her hands resting on his chest. Their noses lightly brush as they stare into each other's eyes.

Mary muses, “It's hard to say Gordon. They are so young!”

Gordon smiles to himself. “We’ll see.” He watches the two dance in the moonlight. What he knows of the Moorlands and how they fall in love, will have to wait for another conversation.

As if by magic, Phillip is standing over the table. “Mr. Maxwell, I believe it is about the appointed hour.”

“Of course, I was lost in a reverie” he had been thinking of the many nights he had watched Mickie and Jon dance under the same moon, in the same spot, holding on the same way. Choking back his grief, he stands. “I'll let him know it's time.” He turns to Philip and the Curtis's, “Please don't let him stay away from here. This place is part his and it's that much emptier when he's not around.” With that he walks off to gather the teens.

Mary and Robert gather themselves and their thoughts to leave. Taking her husband's hand “They do so look like they belong together.” Robert gently squeezes her hand in agreement.

When the trio return it's Jonathan who speaks first, “So are we all set? Did we get 'almost’ enough to eat?” He smiles at Gordon. “Mr. Simms? I believe we have one more stop this evening?”

“Of course Master Jonathan. The car awaits. This way please.”

Shelby squeals in delight “Another stop? Where?”

Robert and Mary in unison - “Yes? Where?”

Jonathan replies cryptically, “You have trusted me this far. Have you been disappointed? No? Then perhaps you could trust a little bit longer?”

“Ok son. But I think you are going to spoil our girls. This is a hard act for a poor surgeon to follow.” He grins.

The beauty of living in the southern southeast is that one can travel from the quiet of the bayous, to the breeze swept sands of the coast in a manner of minutes. That is where the Curtis's soon found themselves. Riding along a secluded road bracketed by scrub palmetto on one side and white sand on the other. Their path illuminated by a three-quarter moon. The journey ends in a semi-circle drive guarded by wrought iron gates at either end. As the car approaches, one silently slides open. They stop before a beautiful contemporary beach house set among the sands and indigenous foliage. The front is minimalist with few windows and one great front door.

Upon exiting the car Jonathan leads the group along the side of the house, around to the rear of the property. The back is everything the front is not. Wide and tall with lots of glass and doors opening onto patios overlooking an infinity pool. Dim lights emit from several of the rooms.

Just off the patio, on the sand, the two couples are greeted by several lounge chairs, blankets, pillows, and two low log benches arranged in a circle around a happily crackling fire. Cheeses and a bottle of grape sit on a small table. Glasses are at the ready and the wine is open. There are waters and sodas for the minors. A guitar leans against one of the logs. Seeing the instrument, Jonathan shoots a frightened look back towards Phillip. The older man merely smiles, and nods, then turns his back and wanders to the car. The gentle breaking of the waves muffle the sound of the tires as it rolls off into the night.

Jonathan, knowing the car has left, takes Shelby's hand tightly and turns to face the adults. He knows there is no one to explain for him this time. Shelby can sense he's nervous and gives his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Mr. Curtis, Mrs. Curtis? Please make yourselves comfortable.” Once they're seated he continues, “I'd like to welcome all of you to Thak-Ko Hotalit, it means ‘Ocean Breeze’ in Muscogee, the Seminole language. My mother named it, as she was part Cherokee, and wished to show respect for the tribe whose land this once was.” He sighs before continuing, “Until Tuesday, the house is ours, this being a three-day weekend. Mr. Curtis, you and Mrs. Curtis have the Master suite. I have a room on the North and Shelby is to the west overlooking the water. There are robes, new bathing suits for all of us and some other casual clothes. I took the liberty of guessing some sizes. The meals have been provided ready to eat. Courtesy of Mr. Maxwell. All we need do is relax and enjoy the weekend.

“Wait Jonathan. Just wait! How in the world did you do this? This place must cost a fortune! The food, the wine, the car? Now this! It's too much son.” Mary is worried he has spent a small fortune on the evening.

“Please, I'm trying to show my gratitude for all you have done for me. It really goes beyond just when I was sick. And I want to show that I can provide for myself, and that ‘someone special’”. Of her own volition Shelby presses closer to Jonathan.

He takes a deep breath, “You know my parents were partners in a law firm. The truth is, they were the law firm. Mr. Stanley the current senior partner holds but a lesser percentage of the firm. My mom and dad built it, and expanded it, through clients and philanthropy. Mrs. Curtis, you and Bee met Rosaria, Ms. Gutierrez? She told you some things. And I believe Mr. Maxwell may have as well. They are but two people with holdings that my parents shared in. Those shared holdings belong to the firm. This house belongs to the firm. Mom and Dad would use it to entertain clients, they would throw business parties and reward many of their business interest’s employees for good work. Sometimes they would donate its use to charitable organizations. It’s not for fundraising and entertaining the privileged. Whenever possible a deserving family gets it for a weekend."

"I remember how mom, dad and I would come here for a few days at the beach. My dad even taught me how to swim in the pool. I.. I haven't been back in over a year. It.. it’s hard for me... Mr. Stanley and Dr. Michael's have been pressing for me to move forward, to take some steps to face…” His voice trails off as his eyes well up. “I -I just wanted someone…. Important to take those steps with me. I told Dr. Michaels that you three were who I wanted to do this with. Nobody else would do. If I could get you to come along, then maybe I could do it. And maybe… maybe I needed to share this with you. She said that you would understand.” He meekly stands before them fighting to hold back tears.

Shelby no longer able to restrain herself, wraps her arms around his neck, her eyes watery. “Oh Jonathan, you sure know how to make a girl feel wanted. I’m thankful for your making me a part of this.” Mary joins in the embrace, “We all are Jonathan. Aren't we Robert?” He is already there Holding his wife, his daughter and this young man whom so quickly has gained entry into his family's hearts.

After several moments Robert suggests a glass of wine to toast the evening. “To first steps, a beautiful wife, our enchanting daughter, the making of happy memories and.. and to Michelle and Jonathan whose son I'm proud to have in my family's orbit.”

“Don’t forget this kick-ass house Daddy!”

“And the kick-ass house!”

Afterwards the two couples relax on the beach enjoying the fire and watching the occasional meteor burn out of existence.

Shelby snuggles next to Jonathan. After a while she moves just enough to put her face inches from his. “Jonny?” (No one but his mother had ever called him Jonny. The name coming from the girl with the grey-green eyes melts him) “Jonny I see the guitar. Will you sing for me? Like you do in the practice rooms?” She can feel and see him tighten up under her. He hadn't sang publicly ever, not even for his father. Only his mother (and apparently Shelby somehow) had ever heard his voice. And Philip. He had heard. That was why HIS guitar was here. He recognized it immediately. Philip! He was always able to anticipate Jonathan's needs. Even when he didn't know himself.

Mary had caught the earlier silent exchange between Philip and Jonathan. “It was Philip wasn't it? He seems to know you quite well Jonathan. He believes in you.” She looks to the instrument. “I don't think he would have put it out if he didn't think you were ready.”

Silently Jonathan untangles himself from Shelby. He walks to his once favorite diversion and picks it up. The Maple, walnut and mother of pearl are so familiar to him. By the light of the fire he can make out the words “Fender USA” burned into the wood through the sound hole. And under that. “Jonathan Daniel Moorland Our Greatest Achievement Love Mom and Dad” His fingers grasp for and find the pick right where he had left it in its tiny sleeve stuck to the side.

Jonathan sits on the log and tunes his old friend. Shelby seats herself on a pillow at his feet.

Robert sitting across the fire and holding his bride, softly coaches him like one of his patients taking their first steps after reconstruction. “Take it easy the first time Jonathan. Play whatever gets you through it.”

When he begins, it's a song based on a novel by J.R.R. Tolkein and made famous by Ed Sheeran. He had learned it for his mother. She loved the book, the movies, and the singer's simplicity in how he sang the song. It was the kind of song she liked for Jonny to sing. It relied on his voice more than the melody. Micki had always loved her son’s voice. Tonight he sang out clear and on key, into the darkness, to her.

His voice lifts into the night, as it rises and falls, so does the emotion in his voice. The small group is drawn into the lyrics, the tale of sadness. The moment is poignant for him. Shelby clutches his leg smiling up at him experiencing the roller coaster of emotion with him. In all the time she has known him, in all the eavesdropping on him in the music studio, he has never finished a song. Inevitably he would falter and then crumble under the weight of the grief music had held for him. Not this time.

Mary breaks the silence, “That was beautiful Jonathan. You are a gifted singer. But such a sad song!”

Shelby is on her knees clutching him, having peppered his face with kisses. Through her affection, he smiles at Mary. “I learned it for my mother. I was going to sing it for her when we got home from the ski trip. I never got the chance. It's nice to think she would have liked it.”

Robert says, “I'm sure she did. We all did.” He thinks to himself that with all the emotion the boy goes through, it is small wonder why he connects so well with Shelby. He and Mary had always taught her not to be afraid or ashamed to feel. This young man has been forced by life to do just that. And rarely in a good way. Perhaps his connection with the girl has helped him to embrace it, or at least, not fear being judged for feeling.

Shelby pipes in, “Ok I'm going to be selfish. Play one for me now… Please?” He takes her gently by the chin and kisses her on the tip of her nose. “Ok silly, have a seat.” He pats the log next to him.

This time he sings for Shelby, to Shelby. Edwin McCain's “I’ll Be” She meltss.

As the two teens become enthralled in the music, Mary reaches behind her and grabs her husband by the back of his neck, pulls his ear to her mouth, and whispers, “Take me inside. Take me inside and make love to me.”

Robert lifts her to her feet and hand in hand they wander off to the house in search of their rooms. Jonathans voice fades into the breeze behind them.

An earlier comment spoke of hoping for more music in New Tale. As important to Jonathan as music is, I felt a need to take this story in another direction. Unfortunately it relegated the music aspect to the lesser plot point it filled in this chapter. I wanted it to be a poignant part of Jonathan's opening up to the Curtis family and help move the story forward.

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Chapter 17: The Coffee Conspiracy

Early morning finds Robert drinking coffee while standing at the back glass, staring out over the sand and waves. The sun’s first rays are just starting to bathe the dunes to the east. Mary, wearing her husband’s shirt, disheveled and with a sated look in her eyes comes up from behind and hugs her husband, distracting him just enough to swipe the mug from his hand. “Good morning my man. Have you seen the kids?” Robert deftly steals back his coffee and gestures with it towards the beach. “Oh are they up already?” Having failed in her attempted theft she turns to go seek out her own cup-o-joe. Robert’s simple “Nope” pulls her immediately back to the window. A closer inspection reveals an over-sized lump of pillows and blankets on the sand by the still smoldering fire. A thin tendril of smoke drifts into the morning sky. The lump is far too large to be just the textiles from last night.

She leans towards her husband, “So you think the center of that pile is our daughter and her boyfriend?”

“Yup. Pretty sure.”

Mary looks up at her husband's 6’4” frame. His eyes staring in the direction of the pile.

“So there stretch? Can you detect any stray garments lying about? Garments that are best left on, when one’s parents are sleeping just a few yards away?”

“Frankly Mary, I'm afraid to look that hard. He’s been such a gentleman. I really want to trust the boy. It seems his parents raised him to be a decent young man. I’d hate to suspect he’d take advantage of my daughter.”

“It's not him I'm worried about.” She responds ironically. “Listen big guy. Me thinks Daddy's girl has him a bit too wrapped around her little finger. So much, that he has become blind to the fact his little girl has a libido, and it's beginning to rage for a certain young man”

“Oh come now. She knows better.”

Mary suddenly shifts into Dr. Curtis mode. It's usually the best way to talk to her husband in matters concerning his little girl. “Say Rob, maybe we are looking at this wrong.”

The name “Rob” is instantly a red flag. After so many years, he recognizes when he is being psychoanalyzed by his spouse. And after all those years, he’s figured out to not fight it. He's never outwitted her. Come to think of it, he seems to recall a few times when Shelby has talked to him just like this. He thinks to himself, 'Well shit. The girl is doing it to me too now.’ He stifles a little laugh.

Robert looks to his wife, “OK I'll bite. Whatcha thinking Love?” The use of his pet name for her at least gives him the illusion he hasn't lost complete control in his marriage.

She smiles at the name. He’s resolved to consider her idea. “It's like this Rob. Have we considered exactly WHY we have such issue with our daughter having sex?”

“Mary! Think of what you are saying. This is your baby girl! MY Daughter! You can't suggest we give her carte-blanche to go off like a doe in heat? What about STD’s? What if she gets pregna…”

The look of mock skepticism on her face brings him back to reality. “Ok. I feel stupid now.”

Mary shows some sympathy, “Now there is no need for that. It's a testament to how committed you are in supporting that she really is fully a woman. Save one minor detail. “

“Okay, so what do we - and I mean you - think we should do?”

“Well I've got a few ideas, and a plan that lets us have some fun messing with them. Listen…” 20 minutes later they stroll out onto the sand.

…

Shelby is in that half state between sleep and awake. Her mind floats as the early morning waves gently play out their transoceanic journey against the shore. In this fog she is vaguely but happily aware of the warmth of the body and not quite rhythmic breathing of the young man whose arms she is curled up in.

Suddenly, brazenly, her contentment is invaded by the stark light of the morning sun.

“GOOD MORNING KIDDOS! Did you two sleep well? How about some coffee and the four of us have a nice chat.”

Shelby grumbly asks “About what?” She’s still too groggy to realize what her mother’s tone implies.

Mary takes a seat in one of the chairs then puts on her sternest face “Jonathan! SHELBY! It's time we had ‘The Talk!’”

Jonathan opens his eyes and practically panics to see Robert crouched over him, a maniacal look on the tall man’s face. He slides down in the blankets trying to get distance from the towering menace.

“Mr. & Mrs. Curtis. I SWEAR NOTHING went on last night! I gave Dr. Curtis my word I would respect Shelby and you both! We just fell asleep looking at the stars.” He steals a glance at Robert who is doing all he can to keep a straight face.

Mary glances his way “You're the least of my worries kid. It's your date I'm talking to! So what say there Petticoat Junction? Are we wakey-wakey yet?”

Shelby Groans - “Mom! It's too early! I need coffee, sugar smacks and like two more hours of sleep.”

Mary leans over from her chair and yanks the covers from the kids drawing a squeal from Shelby. As she hoped, both are still clothed in last night's outfits. Shelby’s dress was rumpled and his pants and shirt need ironing but all buttons, zippers AND petticoats are in place. “Whew” Mary thinks, “Robert would have killed the boy.”

As it is, Robert pats him on the head, stands up and proceeds to hand him a cup of coffee and a towel, “Why you sweating boy? Here.” The man is dying of laughter inside while at the same time relieved to find his trust in the boy hasn't been for naught.

Shelby decides it's time to redirect her father, she stands up and with hands on her hips faces Robert and stamps her foot. “Daddy!” She attempts in her best doctor voice.

“Oh no you don't young lady!” Mary interjects, “This is my session. And I'm the doctor here.”

“So’s Daddy! He's a doctor too!”

He's just a surgeon. Everyone knows they're just glorified repairmen. He could just as easily have gotten his degree at the Mechanics Institute.”

“Ouch Mary! I'm standing right here.” Mary winks and blows him a kiss to soothe his wounded ego.

Shelby is flustered, and beginning to suspect her father has been turned against her. “Well… well he loves me anyway! And… and he doesn't want to see his little girl get pushed around by some shrink!”

“I think you should listen to your mother on this one Bee.”

“Shit!” Shelby realizes her best ally is now an agent for the enemy. He only calls her 'Bee’ when mom has him on her side.

“Language” her parents comment in unison.

She turns to where Jonathan has sat up against a log. He's been struck dumb by the exchange. Too surprised he's not dead at the hands of Mr. Curtis.

She playfully kicks him in the foot and glumly spouts at him, “Sum boyfriend you are. Just sitting there letting them gang up on me!” She plops down on the sand beside him, her petticoats flaring out around her. Still cute as a kitten in her polk-a-dots.

“Okay now that that's over we can talk.” Quips Mary.

Finally Jonathan comes around, and much like a classroom, raises his hand, “Um I have a question… ah … what just happened?”

“My boy,” informs Robert, “You have just been party to effective Curtis family parenting. Get the youngster on the ropes. Go in for the kill. Then claim victory. You two have been outflanked, outwitted and outgunned. Now all that's left is the clean-up. Mary?”

“See Jonathan it's all about strategy.”

Shelby groans and throws her face into a pillow. “They had a plan. We're so screwed!”

“Well in a manner of speaking, yes, you could be.” says Mary. Robert lets out a coughing laugh spewing coffee out his nose.

Throwing a towel at her husband, she continues “Jonathan? How do you feel about Shelby? I mean, really feel about her”

“Well … she's very important to me, maybe even more. I don't know how to explain it, but I think of her all the time, I can't seem to get her outta my head.”

“That's cuz I own your cute butt”

“Knock it off Shelby. Go on Jonathan.”

He takes Shelby's hand and looks at her morning face with its smeared makeup and mostly missing lipstick, of which he has no idea, is all over his face and neck. He takes in the mussed hair and sleepy eyes. “She's the most beautiful woman I've ever known. Because of her I'm here with you now and I'm not as sad as I once was. She makes me want to be happy. She challenges my intellect, makes me laugh, has patients for those times I'm angry, and doesn't think less of me the times I cry. I don't want to think of a time where she is not a part of my world.

“Awww” Shelby hugs her boyfriend and kisses him. “What a wonderfully sappy thing to say.”

Mary remembers a conversation she had with Sheila Michael's about Jonathan’s code words. ‘Important’ is a biggie. Top of the list in fact. It's his way of saying ‘Love’. Based on what she has learned of the young man, she believes him. “Shelby, how do you feel about him?”

Shelby’s morning cockiness abates as she gets lost in her boyfriend’s eyes. The fingers of their hands are interlaced. “You already know mother. We've talked long about this.”

“Yes but doesn't Jonathan deserve to know?”

I've already told him. Last night, I said he is the most important person in the world to me. At least as much as you and Daddy.” She glances at her father with some sadness, “Maybe even more than.”

Mary looks with pride upon her daughter and how smart she can tell she is. Shelby has never been privy to any of the conversations she and Sheila have had about Jonathan, and yet she has figured out his code. And more than that, she speaks it to him. Including his word for love.

Robert's face is a mask. Whether hurt or proud Mary cannot tell. Back in the house she had warned him that this was the likely outcome and he needed to be prepared to no longer be the most important man in his daughter's life. That he may very well have to share the distinction with this sweet young man. She will make it up to him later, in a way that only she could.

Mary waits a bit letting the moment saturate the group. “Robert? Haven't you something to say?”

“Huh? Oh yeah. Jonathan, Mary and I have discussed it and we think that holding you and Shelby to a promise of abstinence, is setting you up for failure. We want to trust you both to make the right decisions about certain aspects of your relationship. In this case... it’s the physical aspects.” He pauses to let the words sink in.

“We think you both are old enough to make the decision of when you are ready. And it has to be mutual, Bee!” He looks intently at his daughter. “Likely, the biggest part of that decision is monogamy. Not the least of which reason, is for safety's sake. Plus there is a lot to be said about being exclusive to one another. So if you are not willing to commit, then you should wait. Regardless, Jonathan, after running tests on you from the pneumonia we know you have a clean bill of health, as does Shelby. So at this point you are both safe to be together medically. Are you pure son, a virgin?”

The question startles Jonathan from the shock the whole conversation has put him in. “Y--yes Sir”.

“Shelby? What about you?”

“Of course Daddy. Jonathan is the only boyfriend I've ever had. I've not so much as kissed another person.”

Mary pipes in,”Listen. This isn't a license to get all randy, go forth and attempt to multiply. It means we trust you to act like adults and IF you decide to go to the next level, you can do so knowing we have discussed it and understand that in cases of young love, lovemaking happens.”

“That means Jonathan…” Robert gives him his best sinister look, “YOU are to REMEMBER she is STILL my daughter. Got it?”

“Yes Sir!.”

“And Bee? This young man isn't a toy. Respect him as you would want to be respected.” He’s had enough pain in his life.”

“Yes mommy.”

“Now if you'll excuse us, your mother and I are going to try out that amazing shower in the master. If you hear any strange noises, it's just the pipe-s.”

“Geesh Robby!” It's Mary's turn blush.

Shelby rolls her eyes,“Aww God! Yuck!” Squeezing Jonathan she mock whispers in his ear loud enough for the adults to hear. “She only calls him Robby when they are about to have S-E-X! Ewwww! Let’s get some food and go swimming. What kind of suit did you get me? Hey, wait!” She yells at her Mom and Dad, “We haven't even been inside. How can I explore with you two rutting around in there?”

“Your problem. Stay out of the master! In fact, stay north of the living room! And cover your ears!”

Halfway to the house Mary is suddenly worried, the mother in her bursts forth “Robert, What do you suppose they'll do? I mean do we give them instructions, suggestions, tell them how we do certain acts? Buy them a book?

He laughs, I'm sure they will figure it out. They are the internet generation. They know where to find the information. Hell they probably could give us a few ideas.

“Well okay, if you think so. I'll have to pick them up some condoms and lubricant. God I sure hope they take it slow at first. I don't want her to get hurt or him for that matter.” She giggles, “I know we’ve sure rubbed a few things raw over the years. I want her to enjoy herself, him too.”

Robert places his arm around his bride’s waist as they walk back to the house, “Well if she is anything like her mother, God help that boy in the bedroom.”

She slaps him playfully. “Oh you're gonna pay for that one mister. PAY!”

He grabs her behind “There you go writing checks this thing is gonna have to cash”

The weekend is a whirlwind of sun, sand and swimming. The two couples spend much of their days together but separate. Mary and Robert are like newlyweds running off to the master suite whenever the mood hits them.

Jonathan and Shelby manage to not have sex. Ironically the idea that they can only lends to the desire to let things progress naturally. Plus, they both think it would be too weird with her parents right there. However that doesn't stop some beach blanket explorations by hands and fingers. More than one base was rounded by the young couple that weekend. Yet they remained well short of making it to home plate.

Much like the first day Robert and Mary find the pair asleep in the other's arms each morning. Always in the common areas. Their beds unslept in.

Tuesday morning Philip arrives with the sun to transport the group. The Curtis's are left on their doorstep refreshed for another week while the teens are transported to Jonathan's to prepare for classes.

I'm not sure what thoughts to share on this chapter... I was in a mischievous mood when it was created. I must have been channeling a bit of Mary. Anyway hope you enjoyed it!

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Chapter 18: Petitions

“Robert, I got a call from Jonathan's parents law-firm,” she still had difficulty thinking of it as belonging to the boy.

“What did they want?”

“To see you and I about something for the kids. We meet there tomorrow at 2, with the gentleman who was here with Sheila, Mr. Stanley. You don't have any procedures scheduled. I checked.”

Robert comes into the room. “You said ‘kids’. Did that mean Jonathan AND Shelby?”

“Yeah I guess so. Now that you mention it, it does seem odd. Now I'll be up all night wondering.”

“No you won't. Bears hibernate lighter than you sleep.”

“Eat me.”

“Well… if you insist!”

“Robby!”

The Curtis's meet with Aaron Stanley who relates the status of the investigation into the hospital's treatment of Jonathan. “Once we did some digging it turns out he was taken to a state hospital where most of what they do is so-called “health-care” work on illegals, homeless, destitute people and inmates from the area prisons. As for the social worker, she has a history. And not a good one. Her holier-than-thou attitude has led to more than one traumatized child. Normally tenure has protected her. From what we have been able to dig up on her abuses of kids and some adults, added to what she did to Jonathan… we will be pursuing charges. I believe it will be of service to have you, Mrs. Curtis, and your daughter available when we ask Jonathan to give a deposition.

“Of course Mr. Stanley. Anything to get some justice for him.”

Aaron shifts gears, “Mr. And Mrs. Curtis. The reason I asked you in today has more to do with Shelby than Jonathan. However, I did think you deserved to know what the investigation turned up. I’d prefer we left the discussion of this with Jonathan to Dr. Michaels.” The Curtis's nod in agreement.

“But I digress. It's Miss Curtis I’d like to talk about.”

“What exactly is your interest in our daughter Mr. Stanley?” Robert tends to get defensive where Shelby is concerned.”

“Well Mr. Curtis, may I call you Robert? Good. Robert, Jonathan came to me a few weeks ago with a case file he had been working on. - Yes he has his parents talent for the law. - Anyway this was a very interesting case file. It concerned your daughter and what is not generally known about her. We did some checking and confirmed the gender she was assigned at birth.

“You had no right…” Aaron holds up a hand.

“Robert, please hear me out. I realize this may seem like an imposition on our part, being who we are and knowing our responsibility to Jonathan, we felt bound to do some vetting of your family. I realize it's an invasion, please understand it was done at the firm's highest level and only to ensure Jonathan was protected. That boy means everything to many people here. When it comes to his well-being, the Curtis's don't get an exemption.”

“Let's hear him out Rob.”

“Thank you Mrs. Curtis. You see, Robert, Jonathan wants the firm to petition the state to have Shelby's records reconciled to reflect the gender most representative of who she is. A young vibrant intelligent young lady. Unfortunately, in this state and political climate, it’s not always an easy task.

“What do you know about Shelby’s situation?” It’s Mary’s turn to be a bit annoyed and she would like some answers.

“Quite a bit actually… It was Jonathan mainly. The boy is an excellent researcher. Here is her case file. Only myself Jonathan and my senior civil rights solicitor have seen it. I, because of my status as senior partner, my solicitor, because she will execute the petition and Jonathan because he prepared it.”

“As both of you are aware the laws here in the south regarding gender reassignment are fraught with a level of conservatism based neither in science or law. But rather the fear and hate-mongering of the extreme elements of more than one religious sect. When it comes to gender correction, fundamentalist Christians, Jews and Islamists all share the remnants of some very backward thinking and prejudices. Thanks almost entirely to the efforts of these groups, gender correction petitions go denied virtually one hundred percent of the time. In essence a child needs to be born a hermaphrodite with all the equipment then have SRS. After which, the court ‘assigns’ a gender based on the corrective surgery. Usually this is done as an infant. Regrettably the medical community doesn’t always get it right.”

“However for your daughter, there is hope. Jonathan was able to obtain the previous petitions your attorneys have filed on Miss Curtis’s behalf. I myself have reviewed the briefs. Sadly, they could have been better prepared.” Aaron, a lover of the melodramatic, pauses for effect. A somber look on his face.

“Are you saying our attorney’s office missed something?”

Aaron allows himself a smile. “Yes they did. They missed very much in fact. To yours and Miss Curtis’s misfortune the attorneys you retained were not as versed in the pitfalls of conservative law regarding gender, as is this practice. Dr’s. Curtis, you recognized Shelby’s gender differential at an early age. You took steps. One of those steps was to involve Dr. Michaels. It was a very wise and fortunate step.”

“In what way was our going to Sheila, excuse me, Dr. Michaels, fortunate?”

Aaron’s grin widens, “We have access to her. She is a client, and a consultant for the firm. She was willing to confer with us on the topic of Shelby.”

“Speaking of consulting; Dr’s. Curtis, you are both considered to be at the top of your fields. The preferred professionals in the region for what you each do. The firm would consider it a privilege to represent your practices. We may even be able to work out something if we could avail of your services as well. The Moorlands were always big on the barter system with clients…. Oh there I go digressing again. Please consider it and get back to me.“

“What about Shelby?”

“Yes, of course. Let me explain. Here is what Jonathan's research turned up, and how we would present it to the court; Based upon her chromosomes; Shelby is primarily XX indicating she is homogametic, but she also has some key XY markers which indicates a variant vaguely related to Klinefelter syndrome with accompanying post-utero complete androgen insensitivity. Thus she doesn't respond to male hormones, either synthetic or those few her body produces naturally. Because of this, the evidence suggests, she is genetically female but due to the syndrome she unfortunately developed a male reproductive system in-utero. It’s thought to be rare but with advances in research it's starting to be believed more common than historical records suggest.”

Robert holds his hand up to interject, “So your argument is saying the evidence suggests that Shelby is an aberration?”

“Hardly. You are both medical professionals who care deeply about their daughter. Thus very versed in the biology of Shelby and understand there are more like her. Based on the current accepted science, her genetic makeup is more female than male. This is supported by how well she responds to FHRT and the record shows her naturally occurring estrogen was initially tested as higher than normal for a male. What I'm saying is this firm's argument is; the evidence supports the position that she genetically is a girl and not transgender. More importantly, by presenting the case as I’ve described, we can prove it to the court. The firm also has established precedent to support the petition.”

“How does Dr. Michaels play into this?”

“In addition to the genetic evidence, she is able to provide testimony your daughter, mentally, is female. That not only outwardly she appears very much a young lady, mentally she thinks, acts and responds to stimuli as any other young woman would.

Mary has to hold her voice even to restrain her excitement. “So you're saying my little girl will officially be recognized as a woman?”

“Yes.” The Curtis's give each other a hug.

“I would like you both to know, this was Jonathan's doing. He did much of the casework and submitted it to me for the more technical aspects. Once you've reviewed, it will be little more than an exercise in filing the petition and routing through the bureaucracy. The firm’s influence will help accelerate the process.”

Aaron holds up a file. “We would like the two of you to review these documents. If there are any questions or deficiencies we will need to resolve them before filing. After, all you need is to sign. Since Shelby is a minor you could sign for her, but I expect you will want to discuss this with her. Perhaps have her sign as well. It would look better in the eyes of the court.”

“Mary? Give me the check book. I'd like to take care of any fees while we are here.”

Aaron holds up a hand. “That won't be necessary Robert. This one is pro-bono, on us.”

“But why?”

“Because of all you've done for the boy. See, I’m aware of his feelings for your family. The Curtis's are quite important to Jonathan. And you do realize, he’s very attached to your daughter? I would suggest she begin her trousseau.”

Mary laughs, “They're just teenagers!”

“I don't know honey, I fell for you right away. And we weren't much older.”

“Mrs. Curtis? Mary. There is something you should understand about the Moorlands. I've known four generations of them now. So I'm somewhat familiar. Jonathan's father married his highschool sweetheart, Mickie. As did his grandfather who married Julia, whose father married Sarah, a young lady he knew as a teen. Are you seeing a pattern? Other than the unfortunate loss of Jon and Mickie, they all had long successful marriages.”

“You mean, they all married as teenagers?”

“No, but they all did marry their first love whom they met as teens. The Moorlands have a way of getting it right the first time. I believe Jonathan and Shelby are no exception.”

A month later on her 17th birthday Shelby returns home triumphantly with her driver's license. For her the triumph of passing the driver's test pales in comparison to the “F” on the license under “gender”.

This is another one of those topics I've struggled with. I've gone back and forth on multiple revisions of how the firm would present Shelby's case. I finally settled on the original draft with some elements from a later version.

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Chapter 19: The Winter Dance

November has descended on the south. The evening finds Robert enjoying a rare few hours alone. Thanksgiving’s fast approach has prompted the girls to go out for some early Christmas shopping. Settled in with the remnants of three fingers of scotch and engrossed in his favorite medical journal, his quiet is interrupted by a knock at the door.

Answering the door he greets Jonathan. “Why hello there my boy. Don't tell me you’ve forgotten this is girls night out?”

“No sir. I actually came by to speak to you.”

“Really? C'mon in and tell me what's on your mind. Can I get you a drink? Water? A soda?” He goes to freshen his single malt.

“No thank you sir.”

“Ok bub. What's on your mind?”

“Well sir there is a dance coming up at school. It’s nothing formal. Just a casual event before the break. I thought it would be nice if I could take Shelby. Before asking her I wanted to get your permission first.”

“Wow. You really are old school, aren’t you Jonathan? When is this dance and where?”

“It’s next Friday in the school auditorium. There will be chaperones sir. It ends at eleven. She would be home by midnight.”

Robert sits there thinking, the liquor flowing through his system dissolves his reservations about asking several questions which have been hanging since the weekend at the beach. When Mary convinced him the kids becoming physical was something he couldn’t avoid. And why he gave his understanding, if not his blessing. Those same questions were then compounded by the meeting with Aaron. “Jonathan? What are your intentions with Shelby? Her mother told me Shelby informed you of her condition a while ago and you accept it. Now most boys would be rather turned off by such a thing. Why not you?” He looks questioningly at the young man, “Are you gay Jonathan.”

“Mr. Curtis, being gay implies I'm attracted to the same sex. I'm not attracted to boys. I'm attracted to your daughter. Her intellect and her physical being. Do I realize she has similar parts as I do? Yes, but it's the woman I know, respect and care about that matters to me.” Jonathan’s voice assumes a matter-of fact tone. “Sir, I was raised to believe that when you care about someone, REALLY care, any differences they have, you find ways to accept. Can I overlook what kind of genitalia she has? No. Can I accept it based on what my feelings for her tell me she is? Yes. What's more my adapting to Shelby's uniqueness feels right for me. Sir, Shelby feels right to me.”

Robert downs his scotch while he absorbs the young man’s words, stepping to the bar he fixes another. He can feel the alcohol warm his blood, relieving the tension he feels whenever the thought of his daughter being intimate arises. Over his shoulder he asks the question he's been avoiding. “You two have been together?”

“No sir. Not completely. But enough to know her, um....”

“Biology?”

“Yes sir. Enough to know her biology is not an issue for me.”

“Promise me this, If you find it does matter, remember she is still the same person you fell for, and when she turns 18 she will be able to undergo SRS.”

“Yes sir. It won't ever matter sir.”

He thinks it over and decides he believes the kid. “Enjoy the dance. You have my permission to ask her to go. I will speak to Mary about extending her curfew, to say, dawn?”

“Really? Thank you sir.”

“Jonathan? Why don't you and I go get a bite to eat? My treat. You drive. I may want a few in me before talking to Mary about the curfew.”

Later when the boys return Shelby and her mother are curled up on the couch watching a movie. A bowl of popcorn between them.

“Hi Daddy! Mom, look what Daddy brought me! A cute boy! How thoughtful.”

“Hi sweetie. I think this is yourss.” His words slur just a bit as he points in Jonathan's general direction.

“Robert, have you been drinking?”

“Yup. My boy here has ssomething to talk to Shelby about.”

“Oh he does, does he? What do you want to talk about Jonny?”

He hadn't planned on asking her tonight but the well lubricated Dr. Curtis forced his hand.

“Well Shelby, it's like this. The Winter Dance is-”

“YES!”

“Yes?”

“I mean... yes. I would love to go with you. That is, if you're asking?”

“I'm asking.”

“Then I'm yes-ing.”

She gives him a quick kiss then turns to her mother. “We need to go shopping mom! ...again.”

Robert walks up and puts his arms around the kids. “See boy! I said you had nothing to be nervouss about. Oh and Mary? You and me, that makes "we,” ‘hic’ decided he can keep her out till dawn. OK! I'm headed to bed. Night all!” He hugs the kids and wanders towards the bedroom.

Mary jumps up to follow, “Robert!”

….

Friday, Jonathan picks up Shelby for dinner before the dance. As the evening is a non formal affair, he is wearing fashionable jeans, a button down shirt - untucked, and loafers. The entire outfit, hand-picked by Shelby.

When Jonathan walks in, Mary is there with her camera, a devious smile across her face. “Shelby will be out in a minute. Until then… “ 'Click’.

Robert looks up from the case file he's reading “Well I'll be... That is NOT the potato sack I approved, young lady.”

“Oh Daddy. Stop.”

Jonathan turns to see his date. He lets out a long breath. Shelby had traded in her signature petticoats for a simple off the knee dress with open shoulder quarter sleeves and pleats. It does little to hide her figure. AND it's arrest-me red. A white bangle on her wrist and matching earrings accessorize her ensemble. On her feet are three inch red patent leather pumps. Her lipstick matches the dress perfectly.

“Wow Bee! You sure know how to make an entrance. You're beautiful. I brought this for you.” He holds up a single red rose.

Shelby accepts the flower with a thank-you and a light kiss. She tastes berry sweet with a hint of lipstick.

“I've made a reservation at Chadwick’s. Mr. and Mrs Curtis? You are welcome to join us. Provided you don't tell Mr. Maxwell. He will think I'm cheating on him.”

“Not tonight son. The grown-ups have plans. But thank you.”

Mary adds, “We will have our cells with us if you need anything. Be sure to keep us posted on where you are. You plan on ending up at your place?”

“Yes ma’am. Dinner, the dance, a ride to the beach, then after to my place. Unless you want me to bring her home?”

“NO!” They all look to Shelby. “I mean we will be fine. Besides Mommy and Daddy deserve a night without me bugging them.”

“Smooth Bee, real smooth. Now your father will be up all night wondering.” Mary winks at her daughter. “Go have fun you two.”

With a quick kiss for each of her parents, Shelby practically drags her boyfriend out the door.

“Should I run out and tell her we changed our minds?” Robert grins evilly at his wife and wrings his hands like a mad scientist.

“As much fun as that sounds,” She roughly grabs his shirt front, “Momma’s got other plans for you mister.” Locking lips, Mary drags him to the floor on top of her.

Dinner isn’t Maxwell's but nonetheless enjoyable. It lasts long enough for the couple to arrive at the school’s auditorium fashionably late. Many eyes turn to the handsome young man and the Knockout in the red dress. As in most social settings, the girls, even those already attached, wish to size up the competition. That the Knockout is Shelby, only serves to heat up the evening. The presence of her and the new boy takes mere minutes to permeate the throngs of students.

Jonathan immediately leads Shelby to the dance floor. No kids are dancing yet. Thanks to his mother, he is capable and comfortable enough to do a better than fair job of moving to the beat. With Shelby it's easy. Their natural rhythm and chemistry removes the awkwardness many teens experience dancing. The initial surprise at the appearance of the pair, allows them to enjoy the dance floor to themselves for a few songs.

“Jonny. Everyone is staring.”

“Of course they are. I've the hottest date in the state. They're jealous. I say; let em drool!”

“Are you sure? I've never been to a dance before. The only ‘dates’ I've had, have been with you.”

“I certainly hope it stays that way.” He gives her a squeeze. “As for everyone else, no worries Bee. Once they come to terms with how hot you are, they will go back to their own circles. For now, just enjoy being a celebrity.”

After the initial shock of seeing the couple, more students join in. Almost a dozen songs later the pair takes a break for a soda. Not yet comfortable enough to be left alone Shelby gets in line with Jonathan.

“Shelby! YOU ARE GORGEOUS!” She turns and it's Madison.

“I'm sorry?”

“Shelby you are the prettiest girl here. Everyone is soooo jealous of your outfit!”

“W-well thanks. I'm not sure what to say.” The line moves forward but Shelby, distracted, stands talking to the girl.

“Don't worry about it. How did you ever manage to attract the new boy, Jonathan? All the girls are crazy jealous that he fell for you!”

Even in the dim light of the dance her blushing is evident. “I don't know. Just lucky?”

“You sure are. Is he as sweet as he is cute?”

“Jonny is simply wonderful. He accepts me just as I am. I don't ever feel I have to pretend for him. I can just be myself.”

“I’m happy for you. You two are a cute couple. Do you think you could show me how to do my hair that way?...”

Thus the evening goes. Jonathan and Shelby dance. Between dances they socialize with other students. Shelby is having the time of her life. She is finally feeling accepted when one of the cheerleaders makes a comment.

“You know Shelby, so many of the girls have been jealous of your friendship with Jonathan. Then to find out he's your boyfriend! I mean, WOW! None of us could figure out why he never showed the slightest interest in any of the girls around school. It wasn’t until we saw you two together tonight that it finally dawned on us.”

“What was that?” Shelby hasn’t picked up on the other girl’s catty tone.

“Well it seems that it's true about what they say… All the really hot ones are gay. It's almost a shame, but I'm happy for you.”

“You think Jonathan is gay?”

“Well what would you call it?’

Conveniently Jonathan walks up. “Jonny can we go? I'm not having fun anymore.”

The look in her eyes is met with understanding. “Sure, but could we first do just this one slow dance? Please? You can tell me what's wrong out on the floor.”

“Ok”, he leads her out to the floor. It's a romantic slow song. He puts his hands on her waist and she places hers on his shoulders. Her head against his chest. They sway to the music. After a minute...

“So as your mom would say, ‘Alright 'Bee! Spill it.’”

“Jonathan, they think we're gay.”

Jonathan openly laughs, “Well some less informed minds might think that. What do you think?”

“I think that we are a normal couple. The whole boy and girl thing.”

“Good! Because that's what I think too.”

“So how do we change their minds?”

“We don't. We just do what we do. They are going to accept it or not. Those that do will either accept it at face value or do what your friend the cheerleader did. Find some way to bound it. Right or wrong, they will put it in terms that they are capable of understanding and accepting.”

“Will it always be like this?” She looks up at him, her lips parted, inviting.

“If you mean like this…” Jonathan leans in and kisses her. Deeply, passionately, their tongues intertwined for all to see. Several of the couple's dancing near actually stop and stare. When the kiss finally breaks, Jonathan finishes, “Yes I believe for us it will always be like this.” She lays her head against his chest. They continue swaying long after the music ends.

“Jonny, I'm ready to go for that walk now.”

As he leads her out, Ms. Hayes is by the door. She smiles at the young couple with her hand raised for the customary ‘fist bump’, Jonathan obliges, “Boom! You two nailed it!”

Shelby smiles at her teacher and breathily says “Thanks.”

This was one of those chapters which seemed to write itself. It was banged out in a sky-lounge betwixt flights. And much like Robert, a quality single malt was near at hand.

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JM

Chapter 20: Surf, Sand,... & Shelby

Shelby views the kiss on the dance floor as Jonathan intended; a shout to the world that Shelby is his girl and he wants the world to know it. Leaving the dance she feels as if floating on a cloud while ensuing drive to the beach renders her excitedly quiet in anticipation.

Moonlight illuminates the couple as they stroll hand in hand over the dunes. The day’s heat flows from the sand into their bare feet adding it’s warmth to the heat building between the would-be lovers.

Shelby finds this moment every bit as romantic as her fantasies. The tide has ebbed, the breeze blows gently. Between heavier swells, young waves lightly break against the shore. The moonlight is just enough for the couple to see the happiness, and the want as they revel in each other. First Jonathan, then Shelby stop for a passionate embrace or kiss. Rapidly the kissing escalates into subtle petting and ever increasing explorations. Before long they are prone upon the sand, a blanket under him, her body atop his. Their desire quickly shutting out any fear of being observed.

Clothing is loosened, skirts are raised. Shirt buttons popped. Jeans opened. Shelby can hold out no longer. Her breathless voice utters, “Please, Jonny. I have to have you, taste you.” she buries her mouth in his neck. His gasps, all the answer she needs. Shelby purposefully slides her body down his, her hands already working to free him from clothing that’s become too tight, too restricting. Her mouth tastes his chest, his abdomen. Her fingers grasp his manhood, her head lowers. His groan, a confirmation of his surrender to her. She owns him now. Minutes later his crescendo joins that of a crashing wave. Like the water washing over the sands, the event spreads throughout his body and leaves him gasping for breath, while his trembling fingers clutch the girl.

As his vision clears and the stars settle into focus, she hovers above him. Her face full of pride for the gaze of pure wonder and passion in his eyes, knowing she is the one who put it there. He pulls her to him and their mouths meet.

Jonathan's desire for the girl rises with the kiss and he rolls her body with his. Continuing to kiss her deeply, it’s his time to explore the curves and valleys of the woman lying beneath. His hands trace the length of her legs, up under her dress. The thin fabric of her panties yields as he slides them down. He can feel her raised hips tremble in anticipation as his hands glide over. He rises to his knees to slip the satin soft material down and off her legs. Looking down at her, exposed before him, he sees only the girl that means so much,... who is so very important to him. With another meaningful kiss he glides down her body tracing her every curve with light nips of his teeth. He takes particular enjoyment to plant moist kisses over her firm exposed belly. When he reaches the acme of her thighs she feels his heated breath. Eyes closed she can sense his lips almost upon her.

“Jonny,”her voice barely a whisper, her hands clutching his bare shoulders, equally excited and fearful of an experience she’s never received, and only minutes before, given for the first time. “You, you don't have to if you don't want to.”

“I've never wanted anything more….” She cries out when his mouth meets, then envelopes her secret place. Her fingers dig into his flesh. She responds instinctively. Her body moves passionately in time with him. Shelby’s cries of pleasure ebb and flow. Acutely she cries out long and hard as this point in their lovemaking culminates in one long full-body event like she has never experienced before.

As she drifts back down, he is there, his kiss long and deep, she can taste herself on his tongue. Her still twitching legs wrap around and pull him to her. She clutches his hair, pulls at his lips and giggles through the afterglow she is radiating. They continue to kiss gently while she catches her breath under the twinkling stars until their shared heat rises anew.

The lovers have only begun to explore their desires. Shelby can feel her man’s need against her thigh. It’s hardness fuels her own fires. She sits up and pulls the light dress over her head and tosses it on the sand alongside her discarded panties. Her bra soon follows. Then with one long kiss she rolls to her knees, offering herself to him…

...

The room is sated and quiet. Dimly lit by a new day peeking around the curtains, ‘PING’,... Shelby's phone goes off for the fifth time in as many minutes. She has texts waiting.

“You really should answer that.”

With a groan the girl absently untangles herself from his grasp and reaches for the phone on the nightstand. As the fog of waking lifts she looks around. She is in a clean comfy bed, not her own. A peek under the covers and the accompanying “EEP”, confirms she is nude. Almost unbelieving she reaches out and feels the lump in the bed next to her. Further exploration shows the lump is human, nude and male.

The fog gives way to memory and realization. She looks over and Jonathan is staring back at her. A silly smirk on his face. His eyes dance playfully.

“OMG! It wasn't a dream. I'm here! ... With you!” She dives into his arms peppering him with kisses.

‘PING’ Another text alert. “Arrrgh. Stupid phone. Can't you see I'm saying good morning to my boyfriend?”

“And your boyfriend likes the way you say good morning.”

“You ain't seen nothing yet baby.” she taps out a quick reply, hits send and slips head first under the covers…

Twenty minutes later, ‘PING’, another text alert. “Groan! Shit! Jonny we gotta go.’

Jonathan pops his head from under the sheets. “Why?”

She giggles, “Those texts from earlier were from mom and dad. They are taking us to lunch. This one says they're out front.”

“SHIT!" He shoots from the bed and flies for the shower.

“I'll just tell them we'll be a minute!” She laughingly calls after him. She taps out the message and hits send.

“That's fine. We'll just wait down here.” It's Mary's voice. And It's coming from DOWNSTAIRS. “Dad wants to know where the remote is.”

“SHIT!” With a squeal she dives for the shower and Jonathan.

Roaring laughter rises from below, “Found it!”

This was one of the chapters / events I felt had to happen. And to be frank, when writing "The Winter Dance" inspiration took over and the result was this chapter. For me it affirms the bond Shelby and Jonathan have developed and demonstrates what Jonathan says, he means. Though I shall invariably continue to work on this and the rest of New Tale, I've done my level best to present it with taste and to let the reader imagine as little or as much as they wish.

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JM

Chapter 21: The Anniversary

The cool days of December have settled over the south. School has let out for winter break and the Curtis's are getting ready for Christmas. Robert, outside in a hideous sweater, a gift from his daughter, is untangling lights to hang. Mary is baking. The smells of fresh treats and sourdough waft from the kitchen. Shelby is having a minor crisis. “Mom! I can't reach Jonathan. He's not answering my texts!”

“So call him.”

“I did. It just rings then goes to voicemail.”

“He's probably just busy. “

“No mom! We're supposed to go shopping today. He should have been here an hour ago. Last night when he brought me home, something was off. He said he was just tired but I’m not so sure now. I just know something is wrong. Will you go over to his house with me? Please. I'm worried.”

“Alright Bee. Let me get my purse. Robert! Don't let my cookies burn!”

The women arrive at Jonathan's house. Inside there is no sign of Shelby's boyfriend. She runs upstairs then yells down to her mom. “Something is wrong mom. He hasn't been here all night.”

”How can you tell?”

“His bed isn't made. We stripped his bed sheets yesterday after we cleaned up from the gym. He never made it back up.”

“Stripped his sheets? Why did they need changing?”

“Mom be serious. He changes them every Friday. What matters, is he didn't come home last night.”

“He might have slept on the couch.”

“No. Mom, I REALLY feel something is wrong. Do you think we could call someone?”

“Ok honey. Let's try Sheila. She may know something.” Mary dials her friend and colleague’s number. “Sheila? It's Mary Curtis. I may need your help. It’s Jonathan…. We cannot find him…. No he isn't answering. We are at his place now. It looks like he hasn't been here all night.” Mary listens to Sheila nodding occasionally, “Ok we will be waiting here for your call.”

“What did she say?”

“She said stay put and she will call us back in a few minutes.”

”That's it? Mom, that can't be all she said.”

”No it wasn't all she said.” She sighs, “Shelby, a year ago today was the accident that killed Jonathan's parents.”

Shelby is silent as she absorbs the news, “Mom we have got to find him! He shouldn't be alone today. He should be with people who care about him. People who love him.”

“Ok Bee. We'll find him. But right now…” her phone rings. “Hello? Hi Sheila…. Ok. Text me the address. I'll call you when we get there and see how he is.”

“Shelby let's go. Sheila tracked his phone. We have an address.”

“Where is he?”

“His house. Let's go.” Shelby gives her mother a confused look.

Thirty minutes later they arrive in a quiet neighborhood of upper middle class homes. The neighborhood, not unlike the homes in their own subdivision. In the driveway of the thirteenth house on the left they find Jonathan's cross-over. There is a sign in the front yard “Offered by Gutierrez property Management.” On the porch they find the front door slightly ajar. Shelby knocks softly as she pushes it open “Johnathan? Are you here?”

Mary taps her daughter and points into the great-room. A silent form sits against the wall gazing out wide glass doors leading to a large patio,

Shelby crosses to her boyfriend, touching him gently on the shoulder. Softly she whispers, “Jonny?”

Without looking up he starts talking, “A year ago this was my home... After school Mom, Dad and I would sit around the island and talk about our day. The house would smell of flowers and dinner cooking. We would eat, laugh and be a family. Dad would talk with me about law, Mom would talk of music. After I’d do my homework while they sat on the patio watching the sunset…. “

He is quiet for a few minutes. Unashamed of the wetness on his face.

“I so miss them Bee.”

Shelby plops down beside her beau, lays her head on his shoulder and takes his hand. “I know baby. Would you tell me more about them and your life here?”

Mary let's herself out. As she walks to the car she texts her daughter “You’ve got it covered Bee. We will see you at dinner. I'll set an extra place.” Then she calls Sheila.

My apologies for the briefness of this chapter. For me it speaks volumes of Jonathan's grief, his bond with Shelby and Mary's faith in her daughter.

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JM