Tim at Swim Chapter 6 Part 2

Tim 474Stu looked like he was carrying around the world’s biggest secret next morning. We kept him with us so he wouldn’t blurt it out. We hiked near the lake. It was weird the way the trees went right down to the water’s edge, then disappeared under its surface. We explored the trails all morning, even playing ‘king of the mountain’ on a small mound of dirt. Stu could never win, but he turned the tide of battle between Scott and me, by choosing sides. We were covered with dirt but cooled off and cleaned our clothes in the lake. We came back to the cabin for lunch. Later we even took a nap, as we had only had four hours sleep the previous night. Mrs. Watt woke us up at four, to get us ready to go out to dinner. She laughed at how all three of us were tangled up in one bed. After taking showers, we put on our good clothes to go out. Stu made fun of Scott’s dick while we were changing, saying he couldn’t see how Scott could have done it. We hushed him about saying what happened, pointing out that his dick hadn’t reached the one inch mark. He didn’t care as long as we included him. ”What about the stock car races with Floyd,” Scott asked.
“We’ll go next time.”
“You guys are really hanging out with the hillbillies?” Stu added. “I bet they set you up with their sisters and watched you do it.”
“You’re a little pervert. I bet you’d want to watch someone stick a big old dick into her until she screams.” Scott was being graphic.Miroku 06 Stu turned white.

I slapped Scott five. ”Good going, ace. You may have actually shut him up.”

We drove through town. Sure enough Floyd and the gang were hanging out. We waved to them, but they just stared back. Tim 12 Dinner was nice, fried chicken in a big, hall-like restaurant. People there were extra friendly, especially to paying tourists. I thought about Floyd working in the kitchen here in five years and still there twenty-five years later. When we got back to the house, the Monopoly game was brought out, just like at Helen’s last year. Mr. Watt accumulated most of the property. The three of us ganged up on him and he went broke. After he was out, it became really vicious with each of us forming and breaking alliances; we finally gave up when it looked like Stu would win. We all went to bed by ten o’clock. Getting Stu to sleep by himself was not easy.

The next week flew by with lots of hiking, fishing, swimming, and horseplay. We saw Floyd’s crew several times, but they were none too friendly. We asked about the girls, but their response was noncommittal. We were back to being faceless outsiders again. On Friday afternoon, the three of us were riding on a deserted road between town and the lake. A pickup drove by slowly, then stopped. It was the fabulous Ann sisters. We started whistling the Eagles’ ‘Take it Easy,’ while we walked up to the pickup. They recognized the tune and sang, “it’s a girl, my lord, in a flatbed Ford, slowing down to take a look at me…”



Writer(s): Jackson Browne, Delbert Mcclinton, Glenn Lewis Frey
Copyright: Music Corp. Of America Inc., Swallow Turn Music

“Who’s the little brother.”
“Oh, this is Stu. Stu meet Cheryl Ann and Lee Ann.
“Hi Stu, we’re sisters.”
Stu’s mouth dropped about a foot. For once he was speechless. Miroku 05
“Well, I hope y’all grow up to be as sweet as yer big brother.”
I asked, “You girls just runnin’ around lookin’ fer trouble?”
“We’ve had all the trouble we need lately, thank you very much.”
“Anything we can do to help?”
“How about another song?”
Scott and I looked at each other.
“Let’s do ‘Tears on My Pillow.’

‘… you don’t remember me
but I remember you
You stole my heart away
and then made me blue
Tears on my pillow
Frowns on my heart…’



Writer(s): S. Bradford, A. Lewis
Copyright: Gladys Music

After we finished, the girls were giggling and hugging each other.
“Y’all are a crack up.”
Then we did ‘Do You Love Me.’

“..You broke my heart cause I couldn’t dance
You didn’t even want me around.
But now, I’m back
And I can really knock ‘em down.
Do you love me, do you love me
Now that I can dance, dance , dance
Shoop, shoop, come a little closer
Shoop, shoop, let’s work it on out, baby
…Now that I can dance”

Gordy, Berry, Jr
Published by
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

We did our best version of the Mashed Potato with Stu doing the Wahtutsi as we sang a Cappella.
“Well, what do y’all think?” I asked.
“You boys are wild. Where did you learn to do all these oldies?”
“We just do it when we feel crazy, especially at workout, which is crazy by itself.”
“Y’all work out?”
“Of course, where do you think we get these great bodies?” Tim 350
They looked at each other and broke up.
“We gots ta go before we go crazy too.”
“Com’n. Y’all’s the Fabulous Ann Sisters. We want a song to remember y’all by.”
That’s all the encouragement they needed. Getting out of the pickup, they put their hands on their hips, shrugged their shoulders twice, and sang in their own twangy voices: Cathy Christina



“Does your chewing gum lose its flavor
On the bedpost overnight?
Does your mother say don’t chew it
But you swallow it in spite..”

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

It was our turn to crack up.
“What kinda love song is that,” Scott complained.
“Maybe we don’t know any love songs.”
They got back into the pickup.
“See y’round boys.”
“When can we see y’all again? Y’all going to the drive-in Saturday night?”
“Not this week. We’ll look for y’all outside the store tomorrow. Don’t be a’gossipin’ with Floyd.”
“We haven’t. See ya.”
“Bye, y’all.”
Stu suddenly found his voice. “They’re pretty. They’re old. They really screwed you guys? I don’t believe it. They’re too old for you. They must be eighteen.”
“Cheryl Ann’s twenty one.”
Scott’s mouth dropped. “I wonder how old Lee Ann is?”
“Didn’t you ask?”
“I wasn’t asking questions.”
“Com’n guys, tell me what it’s like. How do you do it?”
“Well, you tip the girl upside down, wiggle your dick into her, and piss down her cunt.”
“You need Sex Ed, Stu.”
He was riding circles around us, trying to get us to tell him about sex.
Scott’s version: “You lie down together and float off on a cloud of bliss. You black out, think you’re in heaven, and a baby comes in nine months.”
Tim’s version: “It’s like sticking a pig with a stick. They squeal and squeal, until the stick breaks. Then they say they liked it and you do it again.”
“When will I be able to do it?”
“You won’t, ‘cause you’re a fag.”
“You guys are. You still get to do it.”
“We’re only fags with you,” and we chased him into the woods, until he fell off his bike.
“I hate you guys.”
“We love you, Stu.”
End of sex discussion.
That night, Scott and I sat on the dock, with our feet in the water. Tim 488
“Seems strange not to have worked out for over a week.”
“Coach’ll make us pay.”
“I remember my first workouts with Coach Earl. I thought I would die. I’d go home, fall asleep at the table, and just barely get to the next workout. I came by morning workout just to check it out. Coach made me swim. “
“All we do is survive until it no longer seems impossible.” Tim 206
“Well, we’ve got a week to go before we’re back at it. I like it here. I’m glad I came.”
“Would you have come if we hadn’t done it the night before I had to leave.”
“I don’t know. It’s not just sex that makes me want to be with you all the time. But there’s no way I could stay there alone after we did it. It’s funny that we haven’t done it again.”
“We did it with the girls. It felt like we shared it, even if we were apart. I heard her squealing while you were doing it. It got me so horny I had to do it with Lee Ann.”
“You guys were sitting there listening to us?”
“Not listening, but you couldn’t help hear it. It made her horny too.”
“Those girls are horny just riding around and looking to get fucked.”
“They didn’t need much convincing. It was cool. You just took her off into the woods.”
“No fucking around for this dude.”
“Are we always going to be like this? I can’t remember when we weren’t together.”        Tolek05a
“We’re still growing up. We’ll start being different. Now it’s an emotional link, Scott. Our lives are exactly the same, except for schools and families. We do exactly the same thing every day, at exactly the same time. You’re dark and I’m light. We even look alike, by the way we talk and walk. We’re just lady killers, accept it.” Tim 402
“Man, you are so cocky.”
“You think so?”
“Well, don’t you?”
“I just don’t worry about crap. You saw me cry the other night.”
“You were crying?”
“Just one tear about my mom and the divorce.”
“I didn’t realize,” then he hugged me. Tim 575 “Do you miss her?”
“Not really. That’s what bugged me. I should care more, but I don’t. I grew up with them always there, but I didn’t need them. First my dad, now my Mom’s left, but I don’t care. The security’s gone, which makes me uneasy, that’s all.”
“You’ve got our family.”
“Thanks. Even growing up, I always hooked up with my friends’ families. I’m like a foster kid. I wonder if I’ll be able to be a family man?”
“Not if we stay faggots.”
“Yeah, we’ll get married. Stu will be our kid.”
We sat there, leaning against each other, just thinking and watching the lake. Tim 218
I looked at him. “I don’t think I want to be normal. I want more than what’s normal. To do things you can’t do if you’re a dad.”
“You could be a whacked-out mommy.”
“Yeah, and when you come home at night, we can drink ourselves into a stupor.”
“I can’t believe we’re talking about being married.”
“I can’t believe you think I’d be the wife-y.”
“Well, at the end, I was the one on top.”
“You sexist pig. It was only because you’re so slow. I suppose you think you’re a better fuck?”
“Maybe we should find out right now.”
He gave me a sly smile that said he’d love to try. Then said, “Fuck yourself, if you’re so good.”
I jumped him and we rolled around until we fell off the dock, into the water. He swam away, taunting me to chase him, which I did. It turned into a race, until I grabbed him by the foot. He turned on me, pulling me down. Tim 40 Underwater, we kissed long and deep.
Once we popped up, I said, “I was getting worried we were over this stage.”
“Because I liked getting laid by those girls? I think you’re jealous.”
“I think you’re straight, Scott. You just did me because you need a fag to help you get laid.”
He took off, and we raced back to the dock. He beat me easily this time. Tim 330
“Your doubts defeat you,” he proclaimed. He was learning.

The next afternoon we told Stu to stay home while we went to the store, hoping to see the girls again. Floyd and crew barely seemed happy to see us. We asked about the stock car races which got them going about cars. They described last Sunday’s Demolition Derby, the Sunday we had ditched them. We talked about cars, Dodges vs. Chevys, Pontiacs vs Plymouths, the demise of Ford, and of course, the pollution controls just beginning to put a crimp on American muscle cars. For once, Wayne talked more than Floyd. From his fingernails we could tell he was a real grease monkey.
“All it takes to bypass them controls is turn the air cleaner cover over. Makes y’all sound jist like a cop car.”
“Hell. When I’m drivin’ a run, they never git close ‘nuff to be heard. But ol’ Leadfoot Jesse can’t seem to git away from ‘em in his piece a shit Mustang. I heard the pigs real good when we got stopped down in Charlotte last spring.”
“Shit, it was y’all that was ‘sposed to be watchin’ out.”
“What’s a run?” I asked.
“Y’all ain’t never been on a run?” Tim 474
“Don’t know what one is.”
“They don’t run moonshine down in Florida?”
“Ain’t so many blind people neither.”
“Shi-it, moonshine don’t makes y’all blind, too much moonshine do.”
“Dew wot?” Floyd piped in.
“Tell us about a run?”
“Y’all ain’t no gobinent agents?”
“Hell, no, we’re fifteen years old. Was that moonshine, y’all gave us at the drive-in.”
“Y’all is missin’ out on the pleasures of life down in Florida. Ain’t ya ever seen ‘Thunder Road’ on TV?” thunder-road
“Ain’t that about tobacco and race car drivin’?”
“Y’all is most ignorant. That’s ‘Tobacco Road.’”
They all piped in with highly exaggerated car chases and near brushes with the law. Each one had his own exploits to expound, heavily edited by the others.
“You think y’all could handle a muscle car on these roads,” I was challenged.
“Hell, the only car I ever drove was my mom’s station wagon when she got too loaded to drive.”
Scott’s eyes bugged out at me.”
“Hell, I won’t let y’all near my rod. Y’all may be good with the ladies, but y’all ain’t a man’s man yet.”
“We just wants to go on a run.”
“Well, speakin’ of runs, we all may be goin’ to Boonesville this week. Stick around, y’all might git yer chance.”
“And, speakin’ of ladies, guess who’s pickup just drove up.”
It was the Ann Sisters. They slowly passed by. Scott and I grabbed our bikes, Tim 17 waved them down, threw the bikes in the back of the truck, jumped into the cab. Lee Ann let Scott put her on his lap. We waved at the boys on the corner, who just stared.
“Well, howdy do, young ladies.”
“Howdy, yerselves.”
“Where y’all goin’?”
“To pick up y’all.”
“Mission Accomplished. Now where?”
“To your house?”
They looked at each other and smiled.
“Well, are yer folks home or sumthin’?”
They shrugged.
We drove into the countryside to a nice brick house on its own lot in the woods. As soon as we were there, they started taking off our clothes, so we pulled off their tops and jeans. They started to giggle at the sight of Scott and me, standing there naked with full hard-ons. Tim 58Tim 59
“Don’t you boys get embarrassed in front of each other?”
“We ain’t lookin’ at each other,” although now we were.
The girls kept giggling and hugging each other, so we moved in on them together, prodding them like sheep with our stiff dicks. They were hysterical, clutching each other.
“Let’s all four of us do it together,” Scott suggested, squeezing Lee Ann’s tits, while prodding her with his dick.
Both of them hid their faces in their hands and looked shocked. We knew they were thrilled. Cheryl Ann led us into her bedroom where there was a king-sized bed – perfect. I grabbed her, while Scott was on top of Lee Ann. Soon the bed was really rocking as we went up and down in the same rhythm. Tim 621 I reached over and held Scott’s hand while pumping away. We were holding hands, while the girls really got into it. Soon Cheryl Ann started to squeal. As soon as she let out her first scream, Scott started his cowboy yells. After listening to this for a few strokes, I pulled out of Cheryl Ann, pulled Scott off Lee Ann, and we switched partners. The girls were so horny they didn’t complain, putting their legs around each of our waists and holding on. Scott soon had Cheryl Ann squealing again. I concentrated on Lee Ann until I had her ready to climax. Her squirming and breathing reached its peak while Cheryl Ann’s squeals became grunts and moans. They both orgasmed simultaneously. Scott and I high-fived. Who says missionary position doesn’t work. I could tell he was about to cum, so I quickened my strokes into Lee Ann, to which she responded with tighter squeezes. She had a tight little pussy that barely took all my dick. Our increased pace brought Scott even closer to climax. I felt my dick do its upward turn and rode her toward the finish. I pulled her butt off the bed, fucking her from my knees. Scott got on his knees and we put our arms around each other as we pumped our orgasms. Cheryl Ann was squealing as high as ever, and even Lee Ann was grunting. I pulled out just before cumming. The first spurt of jism flew across her stomach, Tim 406 then I geysered cum, again and again. Scott pulled out, and his jism hit Lee Ann in the face as he leaned toward us as he came. The sisters were laying side-by-side, arms around each other, as we continued to cum. We were a tight little fuck bundle of four. They squeezed our waists until we stopped cumming. I went down on Lee Ann and started to eat her pussy. Scott hardly hesitated. Soon they were experiencing long, sustained orgasms together. With their pulsating finally over, I looked over at Scott; we both had white, pussy juice mustaches. We laughed and laughed. Then I heard a car door slam.
“Someone just drove up, Cheryl Ann.”
“Shit, it’s my husband.”
“Yeah. Y’all’s gots ta go now.”
She ran into the living room and scooped up our clothes and shoes, while Lee Ann pushed us into the bathroom. All of us were in there, when the front door slammed and a voice boomed out.
“What y’all doin’, Cheryl Ann?”
“We’re in the bathroom. I’ll be right out, honey.”
She whispered we were to get the hell out of there, pointing to the window. Lee Ann said to hide under the window. She would let us know when the coast was clear.
“What about our bikes? They’re in the pickup,” I whispered.
“We’ll bring ‘em by the store later. Now git!”
We leaped bare-ass out the window, Tim 114 waiting in the shadows for the signal to run for the woods. We heard someone enter the bathroom. A stream hitting the bowl, told us it wasn’t the girls. We looked at each other like desperate men. At last, Lee Ann leaned out the bathroom window, pointing for us to run for it. Scott stood up and kissed her, then she hugged me. We took off for the woods. Looking back I saw her laughing at our white butts high-tailing it across the lot. Tim 138  She waved me to keep going. We dove under a tree, looked at each other, and broke up.
“Married? I gonna kill Floyd,” I gasped.
Scott became hysterical. I had to gag him for fear he would be heard from the house. He clutched me, and we rolled around on top of each other. We were covered in dirt. We put our clothes on, then lay watching the house, hoping the husband would leave.
“Can you believe what we just did?” Scott remarked.
“It was fun, huh?”
“We were fucking them like a team of horses.”
“Sisters are the best.”
“Unless one’s married.”
“You shoulda seen Lee Ann’s face when you hit her with your cum,” Scott said.
“I think it was Cheryl Ann you hit with your best shot.”
“No, you were fucking her.”
“No way. I was fucking Lee Ann.”
“We switched. Don’t you remember?”
“We switched? You gotta be kidding.”
“Your brain must turn off when you fuck.”
“It wasn’t my brain that was turned on.”
“What a dick.”
After getting dressed, we lay on our stomachs watching the house. “How long should we wait?”
“I don’t know. Until he has a chance to go out again. I don’t want to walk home. How far do you think it is.”
“Who knows. I don’t even remember how we got here.”
“When did your brain turn off?”
“The second my dick got hard.”
“When was that?”
“The second we got into the pickup.”
‘What a horn dog.”
“You know what. I’m turned on now,” and Scott jumped on top of me.
I could feel his hard-on pushing against my butt. I bucked like a bronco, while he held on. Soon he was humping me.Tim 25 I rolled over so both our dicks were rubbing each other through our clothes. I pulled his shorts down, as he removed mine. Our dicks were sticking out the top of our orange Speedos. My hands pulled his butt into me. He leaned back on his knees, and I slid over to take his dick in my mouth.
“Oh, man, your dick smells gross.”
“Must be rotten pussy juice. Does it smell like fish?”
“Yours smells quite fine.”
Scooting down, he swallowed it whole and started giving me vigorous head. I slid down and grabbed his dick with my knees. He started to pump me while continuing to give head. I let my dick race past it’s point of no return. Before cumming, I pulled out of his mouth. The jism spurted onto my chest while he licked my balls and dick. I pointed it straight up and jism geysered  onto his face and into his hair. I slid far enough to take his smelly dick into my mouth as I finished cumming. I sucked as hard as I could. He came instantly, down my throat. Tim 52 We jerked and spasmed in unison, finally slowing and stopping. He looked like the wild boy from Borneo, naked, covered with dirt, and face streaked with wet cum. I am sure I looked just as bizarre. We started laughing again.
“We’re just sex machines.”
“Yeah, perverted sex machines.”
And he started to yodel.
“Shut up. He’ll hear you.”
“He’ll think I’m a coyote.”
“There’s no coyotes in North Carolina. More likely a banshee. He’ll come out and shoot you.”
“More likely, he’ll shoot you. You were fucking his wife.”
“No, you were fucking his wife.”
“Are you sure?”
“We were both fucking his wife.”
The whole idea of fucking someone’s wife was too much like fucking someone’s mother. It seemed too weird.
“He’s still at the house. Let’s get out of here.”
We put our clothes on and headed through the woods toward the road. We started walking in what we thought was the direction of town. We were filthy, as well as sweating through the dirt. A truck drove by, slowing, and then stopping to ask if we needed a ride into town. When we got into his cab, he looked at us funny but didn’t say anything. I realized we smelled bad as well.
“Where y’all from?”
“Florida. Our folks are staying out on the lake, sir.”
“How’d ya git out here?”
“Just wandering, sir. Do you know what time it is?”
“Just ‘bout six.”
We looked at each other in amazement. The driver knew we were late and offered to drive us to the cabin, dropping us at the drive.
“Y’all have a nice stay here in Denver.”
“Thank you, sir. We are.”
We ran to the dock, threw off our tees, shorts and shoes, and dove in. We washed each other off while treading water. I couldn’t believe how filthy we were. We walked into the kitchen after leaving the dirty clothes in the laundry.
“Don’t you be dripping on my clean floor,” Mrs. Watt warned. “Where have you boys been? I thought you’d miss supper.”
“Over at some girls’ house. It got later than we thought.”
“So who gave you the ride?”
“To get home before dinner, we got a ride. Our bikes are still there. Sorry to worry you, Mom.”
“Well, get changed before we eat.”
Scott was getting better at parental manipulation.
Stu followed us upstairs without a word. After showering, we were changing into fresh clothes.
Sitting on a bed, Stu asked, “Does getting laid make your dick bigger?”
We looked at him, at each other’s dicks, at our own dicks, and finally back at him.
“We’re just naturally big,” I told him.
“When will I get big?”
“Never. If you worry about it. Maybe you’ll turn into a girl.”
“Can that happen?”
“If it can happen to anyone, it’ll happen to you.”
“You guys are mean, but I know you got laid again.” yaoi 05
We chased him downstairs to dinner. After eating, we were stuck at the cabin without bikes.

The next morning, we hitched a ride into town, and sure enough, Floyd’s gang was outside the general store. tim-711
”Y’all go to the drive-in last night, boys?” I asked.
“Does a bear shit in the woods? Where was you boys last night, or, do I gotta ask?”
I grabbed him by the shirt and picked him up, “Boy, you owe us an explanation. Cheryl Ann is married. We almost had our asses in a sling, and y’all coulda saved us the bother with at least a warnin’.”
They all cracked up. Making even us smile.
“Y’all have a bit of difficulty over there last night, boys?” Floyd was hanging a foot off the ground still able to josh. Tim 108
“Nothin’ we couldn’t handle.”
“Well, y’all wouldn’t be the first boys runnin’ bare-assed into the woods.”
Scott and I exchanged glances and laughed.
“Maybe y’all should call the sheriff ‘bout yer difficulties,” Wayne suggested, and again they all broke up laughing.
“I don’t think we need the sheriff.”
“Oh, he’d be mighty happy to hear yer story.”
“He just so happens to be Cheryl Ann’s sugar daddy.”
“She’s married to the sheriff?”
“Y’all find that instructive? Maybe y’all need to live around here a bit longer ‘fore y’all start messin’ with our women.”
“Seems ta me she’s the sheriff’s woman, which y’all conveniently failed to mention.”
“Y’all sure were in a right hurry when they showed up yesterday. How’s we ‘sposed ta warn y’all.”
“I’m thinkin’ more about the night at the drive-in, when ya pointed us all in their di-rection.”
“Well, that mightn’t have been such a good move. But y’all didn’t wait for no advice. What was y’all singin’ fer ‘em?”
“That old Beach Boys song, ‘Barbara Ann.’”
“That were the weirdest pickup line I ever did see.”
“Why don’t y’all just tell us how good it did work?”
“When it concerns the honor of ladies, even married ladies, my lips is sealed.”
“All you boys got ta think ‘bout is what a couple of Florida boys is doin’ to your local girls?”
All this banter ended abruptly as they jumped us, pushing us around and generally abusing us. We pushed back, but not too fiercely.
“You studs owe us all sodas,” Floyd declared, “for pointin’ y’all in the right di-rection, even if we all knew y’all was steppin’ in shit.”
It cost us two bucks.
“Y’all goin’ to the stocks taday?” I asked.
“’Course. Y’all wanna come, or is ya goin’ off with yer folks agin?”
“We’re in, but we need a ride. Our bikes are still in the back of the girls’ pickup.”
More guffaws. “Maybe y’all should report ‘em stolen. I got the sheriff’s number.”
Wayne changed the topic, “I got the garage keys. Let’s get that old ’55 Chevy sittin’ in the shop.” img135
Scott looked worried about joy riding. I just indicated to cool it. Then our favorite pickup drove up, beeping its horn.
“Y’all better git over there, boys. The long arm of the law be callin’.”
The girls looked somewhat chagrined.
“We brought y’all’s bikes back.
“Did y’all git in trouble last night?”
“No way, but what were you boys hootin’ and hollerin’ ‘bout in the woods?”
I volunteered, “Y’all know who that was?”
Scott blushed, and they laughed.
“Y’all are so much fun.”
”How can you not tell me y’all’s married, and to the sheriff?”
“We didn’t mean ta git y’all in trouble.”
“Well, nothin’ bad happened, luckily. And it was great with you.”
”No regrets?”
“No way! But we’re a bit hesitant to keep seein’ y’all.”
“You boys are a real trip. Have ya told Floyd and the boys?”
“Not on yer life.”
“Thanks, Well, I guess this is good-bye.”
“We’ll git our bikes.”
We pulled them from the back, then walked back to each side window. I reached in and gave Cheryl Ann a long kiss. tim-765 Once Scott saw me, he did the same with Lee Ann. Afterward, the girls switched and gave us both kisses. Scott’s feet were off the ground from being pulled into the cab. Whistles and hoots erupted from the general store.
“Guess we’re startin’ some gossip. Sorry.”
“It’s under control. You boys are worth it.”
They drove off in a cloud of hot dust. We pushed our bikes back to the boys.
“Wheee-uw, you boys are fire crackers.”
Another round of good ol’ boy pushing and shoving erupted. Tim 100
“I promised y’all won’t gossip about that kiss. Y’all ain’t gonna sic the law on us now?”
“Yer love life is safe with us.”
“That’ll be a cold day in hell.”
Scott piped in, “We got our bikes. We don’t need a ride to the stocks now.”
“Y’all is goin’ ta ride bikes when y’all can go by souped-up, 353 ’55 Chevy, with posi-traction and four-on-the-floor?”
“We may reconsider.”

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