just tell me,” she whispered and winked.
“We will, Ms. Penny,” Ian laughed as she walked off the porch down the steps.
They watched her climb in the van and drive off. “Think we should be worried?” Lance asked.
“I know the combination to the gun safe, so no,” Ian answered as he closed the door.
They walked back to the den. “I know the combination to our gun safe, but something’s not right,” Lance said, climbing over the back of the couch and grabbing his remote.
“There have been riots across the country several times, Lance. At least two or three times a year. What is so different now?” Ian asked, dropping down on the couch.
Not wanting to admit it because it sounded really babyish and totally uncool, Lance said in a soft voice, “Our parents aren’t here.”
Ian shrugged. “They will be here Tuesday instead of Monday, so we don’t have to worry. Whatever happens, we can make it till then. Besides, Ms. Penny will be here tomorrow, and we have Jason, and grown men are scared at the sight of him.”
Feeling better, Lance nodded. “Hey, squirts,” Jason said, walking in the den.
“Hey, Jason,” Lance said and noticed his controller lights were blinking. Getting off the couch, he grabbed some batteries then dropped back down.
“Now, I need you two to watch the ladybug while I go out,” he said, and they both wheeled around.
“What!” they shouted.
“Hey, don’t spaz. I have a date,” Jason said, grinning.
“Who is so important you have to go on a date and leave us alone?” Ian asked as Lance set his controller on the coffee table.
“Melody Hastings,” Jason said with a big grin.
Lance jumped up. “You’re going out for a piece of ass!”
“Hey, just because you can’t score, don’t yell at me,” Jason said, losing the grin.
“Jason,” Ian shouted, jumping up. “Melody has been ridden more times than the roller coasters at Six Flags! We’re in junior high and know that!”
“Hey, you two need to chill, or do I need to tell the moms and dads about the websites you two go on?” Jason said, crossing his massive arms over his chest.
“You gave us the address and the passwords, dork!” Ian yelled.
“So? They won’t believe it. Besides, I’m eighteen, and I can go on them,” Jason said, looking from one to the other.
Ian looked at Lance and nodded. “We want fifty bucks apiece,” Ian said, turning back to Jason.
“Before you leave,” Lance added with a nod.
“You little shits!” Jason shouted, storming off.
Lance glanced over at Ian. “Think he’ll do it?”
“Hell yeah. I would,” Ian grinned. “Melody may be a slut, but damn is she hot.”
Grinning, Lance picked up his controller and put the new batteries in. “I thought you didn’t like Melody?”
“Who cares about liking? We are talking about getting laid and seeing a naked girl for real,” Ian said and heard Jason stomping back to the den.
Jason stopped at the back of the couch and held out both hands. “Here,” he growled. They both looked at the fifty-dollar bills in almost holy reverence. “Well, take them, you little blackmailers.”
Slowly, they reached out and took the bills. “You have a deal,” Lance said, holding up his money.
“I damn well better,” Jason snapped then grinned. “That was pretty good, you two,” he laughed and turned around leaving the room. “If you two keep your traps shut, I’ll throw in another fifty.”
“Whoa,” Ian said, holding his money like it was fragile. “I didn’t think he would go for that.”
“We’ll tell Allie, Jason is in bed when she comes home and make her stay down here with us while we play games so she can’t check,” Lance said, pulling out his wallet and carefully put the bill in the empty slot. “That way, we can get another fifty.”
“Deal,” Ian said, putting his in his empty wallet. “Maybe we can get Ms. Penny to take us to town tomorrow to the sporting goods store.”
“Let’s wait a few days
H.B. Gilmour, Randi Reisfeld