We came up for air after about a minute, and it was totally quiet. Then we heard "EEEW!" and "YUCK!", and other uninformed opinions from across the way.
Jan finally opened her eyes, looked at me, and said "WOW". She then yelled across the street, "You don't know what you're missing!" We both laughed at that.
I told her that I would love to invite her in, but we probably didn't want to give them that much ammo for tomorrow. She agreed, and after a few more (shorter) kisses, we set a time to meet in the morning for the walk to school.
Mark showed up five minutes after Jan left. He wasn't in the crowd harassing us, but he wasn't happy with the situation.
"What the heck are you doing?" he hissed. "The whole school is going to be on your case tomorrow!"
I laughed and told him it was worth it, and I didn't care anyway because as soon as they realized it didn't bother us, they'd give up.
He said, "I don't get it. Girls are a pain, and they're always bugging us. I can do without 'em".
I shook my head at his ignorance and tried to wake him up. "Mark, don't knock it until you try it. Girls are more fun than anything I can think of," she quickly added.
based on what I just found out anyway. That was great. You should start talking to Janelle. You know she likes you, right"?
He looked at me in disbelief and said, "Are you sure? I mean, if I did want a girl around, it would be her. Don't tell anybody, but I do like her. The problem is I don't know how to talk to girls".
I said, "Look, man, girls are just people in a lot nicer wrapping than guys. Just leave out a lot of the sports stuff and talk about everything else, and you'll do fine.
The best part is that there's no competition. Guys our age are scared of girls, but girls our age are not scared of us.
If you don't act like a jerk, you can get any girl in our class to like you. You have it made with Janelle if you've got the guts, and I think you'd be an idiot if you didn't at least try".
When I finished, Mark looked at me and shook his head "I don't get it" he said "I know some of your friends are girls and all, but how would you know all this"?
After some quick thinking, I said, "I listen. I learned all that from listening to the girls I know talk to each other. How do you think I knew Janelle liked you?"
I also had a suspicion about Mark that hadn't occurred to me before and decided to give it a shot. While I was talking, I was getting out my paper and writing.
As I finished doing both, I took a few steps back and said "Stay there". When I figured the distance was about right, I held the pad up and said, "Read this".
He said, "What are you talking about?" It doesn't say anything"!
"Just read the letters" I said "and tell me what they are".
"OK It's strange, but I'll go along with it. E... F... P... I... O... L... I can't read the rest; it's too small". I handed him the paper and told him, "It's an eye chart.
I remembered the letters from when I had my last test. At least it's close, anyway. You only got the first two lines right, dude.
You need glasses. And before you get mad, think! Why do you have problems catching or hitting a baseball?
Why do you trip on steps and curbs sometimes? Why are you always getting headaches? Think about it. If you could see better, you could make the team no sweat"!
He looked skeptical but asked, "You really think it's because I can't see well enough? I thought I was just a klutz or something. Just in case you're right, I'll ask my mom if I can get a checkup".
I told him, "Just don't mention that it was me who suggested it, okay?" She might not go for it if a kid thought it was a good idea.
Just tell her you're having problems reading the books and seeing the board at school and want to get an eye exam. Don't let them give you ugly glasses if you need them, either. Make your parents spring for a decent-looking pair with wire rims. If you get those ugly black things, you'll catch all kinds of crap".
"Good idea," he said. "I've seen that happen and always felt sorry for the person wearing them. I'd better get going so I can tell Mom. Thanks, I almost hope you're right!"
I went into the house feeling like I had accomplished something already. I grabbed the paper to see what was going on in the news.
The headline caught my eye right away. Next Saturday is the Kentucky Derby! I could clean up here because I knew who won.
I had watched every Triple Crown race since I was six and knew Dust Commander won by five lengths and paid over $32.00 to win. I ran and checked the cash I had saved from the odd jobs I had done.
I had a kind of neighborhood business going. I raked leaves in the fall, cut grass in the summer, shoveled snow in the winter, and did whatever else I could to make a buck.
Anyway, I had over two hundred dollars saved up. I didn't spend a lot of my own money. I preferred to talk my parents into buying me stuff if I could.
I saved mine for Christmas, birthdays, and the occasional thing that I had to have but couldn't talk the folks into. Now I needed somebody I could trust to bet it for me.
It would have to be my dad, no question. There was way too much payoff to trust anyone else. The problem was talking him into making the bet.
I know he didn't have a problem with gambling. I'd seen him go to the track often enough, so I thought I had a shot.
I met him at the door with a cold beer and asked him before he got comfortable. He seemed to appreciate the beer but was reluctant to make the request.
He started with, "That's too much money to piss away. You worked for months to get that, and it could be gone in two minutes".
It took me almost an hour, but I finally got him to agree. He finished with, "Alright, I'll do it if you're sure that's what you want.
I don't agree with it, but I'll do it. I don't want to hear you complain when you lose it though; 16:1 are long odds".
I told him if I did lose it, I'd just have to start over, but I had a good feeling about the horse and thought he'd win by at least three lengths.
Pop shook his head, and I broke the rest of the news to him. "It's worse than that, dad. I want to bet a straight superfecta of Dust Commander, My Dad George, High Echelon, and Naskra."
He looked at me like I was crazy. "Do you realize what the odds are of winning a superfecta? You've got a better chance of getting hit by lightning! No, let me clarify that: A better chance of getting hit by lightning on a clear day—INDOORS!"
I asked him to bet everything I had on it. He reluctantly agreed and walked away, muttering to himself.
That evening, I decided to start working out. My first time around, the only time I was ever in shape was the four years I spent in the Navy.
The rest of the time, I was either too skinny or too fat. I never ran unless I was being chased, and whatever was chasing me could do enough damage to make the run worthwhile.
I started out with pushups and figured that I might make it to ten. When I turned 30, I began to wonder.
When I passed 50, I knew something was definitely different because I wasn't even tired. I was only able to do fifty pushups for roughly three years of my life, and this wasn't one of them.
I decided that a more thorough investigation was in order. I stripped completely and stood in front of the mirror. I didn't look much different from what I remembered.
There were subtle changes, though. My muscles seemed more defined and maybe a little larger—not enough to be easily noticed but definitely there.
A bit of playing made another change evident. My dick was much longer and thicker than it was when I was eleven.
I started young before, so the earlier hard work hadn't been a major surprise. I was glad that Changer hadn't gotten too carried away.
I wanted to hunt with this weapon, and if it was too big, it would scare all the game away.
I was above average before, eventually topping out at a respectable seven and a half inches.
I was hoping Loki thought I could use 9 this time. The tongue was a bonus, too. It used to be a little longer than average, but now I could make Gene Simmons envious.
I went to sleep smiling and thinking of the various uses I could put these appendages to.
I grabbed a small backpack I used for hiking on the way out the door the next morning. Jan was already waiting in front of my house, looking nervous but pretty in a knee-length sundress.
I smiled and said, "Good morning, gorgeous," and was rewarded with another one of those cute blushes.