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her knee-high white boots, fake leather
miniskirt, and a white bra. "So," she said, facing him, a challenging
look in her eyes. "You gonna fly me to the moon, or what?"
    He grabbed her with a show of strength and began kissing her
again, pushing his tongue around her teeth, kneading her breasts,
reaching for the clip at the back of her bra, struggling to get it
off.
    Impatiently, she helped him. The bra came off and her breasts
tumbled out, big and round, with enormous nipnjes.
    Jeez! Once again, he almost came in his pants.
    Somehow he managed to maintain control, and by the time the two of
them fell back on the bed, he'd decided he was going to try and savor
every moment of this fantastic new experience, make it last as long
as he could. Which, the way he was going, was not about to be too
long.
    * * *
    "Where you been?" Grandma Lani demanded the moment Michael walked
through the door. She was always questioning him, criticizing his
friends, and trying to find out what he was up to. She drove him
nuts.
    "What?" he mumbled, hardly in the mood for conversation. He had
one goal, and that was to make it to the safety of his room, where he
could relive the whole incredible experience with Polly, and maybe
jerk off, because he was already horny again.
    "I said , where you been, young man?" Lani repeated, folding
her arms across her chest.
    He wondered if she suspected he'd just gotten laid. Grandma Lani
was very intuitive.
    Vinny, glued to the TV, watching The Andy Griffith Show ,
didn't bother looking up.
    "I was, uh ... out with some pals," Michael said.
    "Those boys you hang around with are nothing but trouble," Lani
complained. "You should spend more time at home with us."
    Sure , he thought. That'd be a laugh a minute .
    "Anyway," she continued. "Some girl dropped by with cookies for
you. Seemed sweet enough."
    "Who was she?"
    "I think her name was Tina."
    "Oh, yeah," he said, suddenly remembering that he'd promised to
call her and hadn't. She'd probably come snooping around to see what
he was up to. Girls were like that, always wanting to know
everything. "She ask where I was?"
    "She did," Lani said. "Only, I couldn't tell her, could I?
'Cause you don't tell me anything, do you?"
    "I was with the guys," he said, repeating himself. "Y'know, Max
an' Charlie."
    "Those two louts," Lani said, her voice full of disapproval. "I
hope you weren't smoking."
    "Who, me?" he said innocently.
    "All boys smoke," Lani grumbled. "Don't think I don't know what
you get up to, young man. And you'd better not let me catch you.
Smokin's a filthy habit. I hate filthy habits."
    I know that , he thought, attempting to slide out of the
room.
    "Don't you want your cookies?" she asked, coming after him.
    He mumbled a quick "No."
    "And you'd better not forget, you're working in the store
tomorrow."
    "How many times I gotta tell you?" Vinny said, dragging his eyes
away from the TV. "Michael does not work at the store on
Saturdays."
    "That's ridiculous!" Lani snorted. "It's just a superstition on
your part."
    "No, it's not ," he said, turning to his son. "You hear me,
Michael? You will not work there on a Saturday. Don't listen
to her."
    "God help me!" Lani sighed, throwing her hands in the air.
"Somebody save me from these two impossible men."
    "It's all right, Grams," Michael said, trying to placate her.
"I'll do whatever you want."
    "No, you won't ," Vinny interrupted fiercely. "You do not go
near that place on a Saturday as a sign of respect for your dead
mother. You understand me?"
    "Yes, yes," Lani said irritably. "He understands. I'll get extra
help if you force me to. Things are bad enough, but what do you care
if I have to pay for another pair of hands?"
    "Do that," Vinny said, returning his attention to the TV.
    Michael escaped to his bedroom and slammed the door. The room was
small, but at least it was all his. On the wall he had a large blowup
poster of Wilt Chamberlain tacked up next to a glamorous picture of
Elizabeth Taylor lounging on a