Chapter Four

Chapter Four

   

 

 

 

    Alison got out of the shower wearing just a towel, it was hard for me not to think about the times we had. I thought about the day she left my life and the first time she re-entered it.

    That year after Alison moved was the hardest year of my life. People that knew me told me that I had changed. I became cold and distant, as if I didn’t want anyone to get close to me. Alison kept her promise, she wrote me once a week for about eight months, then once every other week. Then once a month, then no letters at all for a while. By the summer of 1980 I hadn’t heard from her since April. I wrote her every week, and I mean every week. I never missed a week. During those periods of time when I didn’t hear from her I thought that by writing her, I would remind her that I still existed. And I ended each letter the same way, “I love you with all my heart.” In August of 1980 Alison came back to Fresno, back to see her friends, back for me. Or so I made myself think.

    I didn’t even know that she was coming, it was just a chance encounter that brought us back together. I was in the mall, having just gotten off work at the Pizza Shack, when it happened. I was walking down the way when I saw someone in the corner of my eye, someone who looked like Alison. I dismissed it because I had been seeing people who looked like her for the past year. That is when I heard it.

    “Oh my God! Neil!” The sound stopped me in my tracks, I thought that I was hallucinating and that is not a good thing to have happen to you. “Neil!” the voice cried again. This time I knew that it was her. I slowly turned around and she was there. She was standing there with, of all people, Julia. And she looked every bit the way I remembered her. She was still the most beautiful thing in the world. “Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s really you!” she said as she wrapped her arms around me. Oh, how I missed being in those arms. How I had missed how her hair smelled, how her body felt against mine. I missed her. “Oh, God. I’ve missed you!” she said as she held onto me for dear life. I was happy to see her, but not as happy as she was to see me. After all, like I said, I hadn’t heard from her since April, so how was I to know if this was genuine or if it was a show? Shame on me for thinking that way. “Neil, aren’t you going to say hello to me?”

    “Of course I am, I’m just in shock that you’re here.” She smiled and held me tighter, I could barely breathe.

    “I know. I can’t believe you’re here.” She said as she saw the Pizza Shack hat in my hand. I chuckled.

    “Yeah. You have to make a living you know. So, what the hell are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in Maryland?” it sounded just like it looks. Her smile went away.

    “Jesus Neil, that’s kind of harsh don’t you think?”

    “Yeah, I’m sorry. It’s been a long day, I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.”

    “I know. I’m here to visit everybody.”

    “Like who?”

    “Well, like you.” I was flattered, and suspicious at the same time. Why was I thinking this way?

    “How long have you been back?”

    “About two weeks, why?’ Have you ever been hit in the stomach with a brick? Do that about fifty thousand times and then you might come close to the feeling I had that second.

    “You’ve been back for two weeks? You’ve been back for two weeks and this is the first time I’m seeing you, the first time I’m talking to you? That’s just-well that’s just great.” I began to walk away from her.

    “Neil? Where are you going?”

    “Goodbye Alison, enjoy the rest of your trip.” I left the mall; I was followed closely by Alison.

    “Neil, wait up!” I kept walking; she grabbed my arm I pulled it away. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

    “What’s wrong with me? I should be asking you that question.”

    “I don’t understand.”

    “You’ve been back for two weeks and it didn’t even occur to you to call me? For Christ’s sake Alison I haven’t heard a word from you since April. You told me that you’d write me every week. I wrote to you, but did you write me back? No.”

    “I know that you wrote me okay? I have every single one of your letters.”

    “Then why haven’t I heard from you? And why wasn’t I the first person you came to see? What the f**k are you doing with Julia? Don’t you remember what she did to you? It’s her fault that you were on that wall, ready to jump.”

    “I know that Neil.”

    “And she’s the first person you saw? Not me, not your best friend. Not the guy that you’re in love with!” Her eyes grew sombre, her face stiffened.

    “Neil, I’m not-I-.”

    “You what?”

    “I’ve met someone, his name is Michael. I’ve fallen in love with him.” It was like a thousand daggers were plunged deep into my heart. Like my soul was torn from my body and burned to ashes. I felt my legs give out and I fell onto the cement divider separating the trees from the sidewalk. “Oh my God, are you alright?” I wasn’t, and I wouldn’t be for a long time.

    “No, you didn’t meet somebody. You don’t love someone else, you love me. You told me you loved me.”

    “I did-I do. I do love you. But not the same way I did. I love you as a friend, the most important friend I have.”

    “Alison, how could you do this to me?”

    “I’m sorry, but Neil it’s not like we were a couple or anything.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, how could Alison be this cruel? This heartless? I began to hope that this was all a bad dream, that I would wake up and everything would be exactly the way it was before I went to sleep. With Alison still in Maryland, with her still in love with me not with this Michael character. And as I heard a loud ringing sound I breathed an imaginary sigh of relief to discover that it indeed was just a dream, a nightmare actually. The most terrifying nightmare I had ever had. The ringing was the sound of the phone in my bedroom. I looked at the clock, it said 1:27 p.m. on August 4, 1980. I picked up the receiver and said in a groggy tone:

    “Hello?” The voice on the other end was the sweetest voice, it was Alison.

    “Neil? Is that you?” The sound of her voice woke me up immediately.

    “Alison?”

    “Yeah. Are you alright?”

    “I am now.”

    “Huh?”

    “Nevermind. How are you?”

    “I’m great. I’m just calling to let you know that I’ll be coming out there next week.” I thought, would this be a dream come true or a nightmare?

    “Really? That’s great! When will you be here?”

    “Uh, Tuesday. I can’t wait to see you, I have a surprise for you when I get there.”

    “A surprise? What kind of surprise?”

    “The good kind, don’t worry Neil. You will be very happy when you get this surprise.”

    “This is going to drive me insane now, thank you very much.” She laughed.

    “I have to go now, but when I get out there your house is my first and only stop.”

    “Really?”

    “Oh yeah. I really have to go now, I’ll see you Tuesday okay?”

    “Okay.”

    “I love you Neil.”

    “I love you too.” She hung up and I put my head back down on my pillow and I sighed. “Oh, thank you God. She still loves me.”

    I had to wait an entire week before I saw her, a week. The longest, most agonizing week of my life. Each passing day felt like an eternity. I never thought that I’d make it to Tuesday. But Tuesday came, and I woke up early to see the sunrise. It was a beautiful day, not a single cloud in the sky. As the sun rose it created a magnificent blend of colours. Red and orange and blue mixing together to create the heavens. I took a shower, ate my breakfast and waited for her to arrive. Her plane landed at 11:15 am, she got into a cab and came to my house. At a little after 12:30 the doorbell rang. It was her, she was there. I opened the door and before I could even say hello, she was holding me and kissing me. It was a good kiss, far better than the one we had in the cafeteria that day a year before. Finally after about a good solid minute, she let me go.

    “Uh, wow.” I said trying to catch my breath. “Hmm, that was-that was-that was, uh, hmm. Uh, hi.”  She laughed, as I tried to compose myself. “Whew, did you really miss me that much?”

    “That much and much much more.” She walked into my house with a bag, she sat on the couch. I came and sat next to her, she put her arm around me. “I forgot how beautiful you were.” She said as she ran her fingers thru my hair.

    “Me? Beautiful? I don’t think so Alison.”

    “You are Neil. You are the most beautiful person in the world.” She was now saying everything that I had ever thought about her, in reference to me. It was starting to be a very good visit already. “I love how your hair does that little swoosh thing now.” She was noticing the fact that I had taken the part of my hair and pulled it up a little. Kind of like the guys in Flock Of Seagulls. I know, but it was 1980 and they were starting to be cool, so…why am I explaining this to you people?

    “You do? I was thinking of getting it cut, but-.”

    “Don’t get it cut, are you nuts? You can’t get rid of this, you look so cool.” She may of thought that way but I really was beginning to hate the hairdo. I just did it to piss my father off, but he was too out of it to care anyway. That summer my father began to drink a lot, more than his own father did. He would keep drinking until the day he died, alone.

    “Okay, if you like it, I guess I’ll keep it.”

    “Good.”

    “So, how’s your father?”

    “Oh he’s great. He met this woman, Brenda. He wants to marry her.”

    “Don’t you like her?”

    “Oh, no, I love her. Brenda’s great, it’s just that she’s not-.”

    “She’s not your mother.”

    “Yeah. God, I can’t believe I still have any kind of emotional attachment to that b***h.”

    “Well, she is your mother Alison. Nothing can ever change that.”

    “I know. But after what she did to my father, what she did to me. The way she hit me, it was like she wanted to kill me. My own mother wanted to kill me, and now I can’t help but feel like I miss her in my life. Why do I miss her?”

    “I don’t know.”

    “There isn’t a single thing wrong with Brenda, not one thing. She doesn’t drink, she doesn’t smoke, she doesn’t look at other men and talk about how their asses look. She is a wonderful person. So why am I thinking about my mother?”

    “Maybe you want her to be like your mother?”

    “Jesus Christ no! Maybe it’s because of the unfinished business between my mother and I.”

    “Unfinished business? What are you a hit man from the 30’s?” she chuckled.

    “No, I mean that there is a lot of s**t that  has to be resolved there. A lot.”

    “Like what?”

    “You know what? I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’ll tell you everything after I see her.”

    “You’re going to see her? Do you even know where she lives?”

    “Yeah, she lives with Ray.”

    “Alison, I don’t think that this is a good idea. You could get hurt. Physically and emotionally.”

    “I don’t think that she would hit me again. And if she does, I’ll-. Can we please talk about something else?”

    “Sure, what do you want to talk about?”

    “Anything.”

    “Okay, why haven’t you written back to me since April?”

    “I was hoping that you wouldn’t ask that.”

    “Why?”

    “Because when you hear my answer you’re going to think I’m a b***h.”

    “I would never think of you like that.”

    “I haven’t written you because I’ve been really busy.”

    “That’s okay, it’s not a problem.”

    “You’re not mad?”

    “No. I could never be mad at you.” She leaned over and she kissed me. She began to touch me and rub me. She laid me down on the couch and she straddled me. “What are you doing?”

    “Don’t talk, just make love to me.” She said as she kissed me. She went down to my shorts and she unbuttoned them.

    “Alison-.” She kept going, she tried to take my shorts off. “Alison, stop.” She pulled on them, I put my hand on her head. “I said stop Alison.” She kept trying to take them off. “Alison, stop it now!” She raised her head and she sat up. ‘What the hell is the matter with you.” She had a look in her eyes like she didn’t know where she was or what she had just done.

    “I’m sorry Neil, I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me. I’m so sorry.” I looked at her, she didn’t look like the Alison I knew, the Alison that I had fallen in love with.

    “What’s happened to you Alison?”

    “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She got up and ran out of my house. I thought about not following her, I was shocked at what had just transpired. But I couldn’t help myself, after all it was Alison. I ran after her as she ran down the street. I yelled her name as she kept running, she kept running. Kept running. I was able to follow her for about five or six minutes, but after that she was just too fast for me. I had lost her, she was gone.

    Three days later, in the middle of the night, there was a scratching at my window. It was Alison. I opened the window.

    “Alison? Are you alright?” she looked cold and lost, she looked afraid. “Alison?” she stared at me with her dead eyes, there was something horribly wrong with her. “Stay there, I’ll be right out.” I found her sitting in one of the patio chairs we had, except she had dragged it all the way to the other side of the yard, behind three trees. She was shivering as I walked up to her, she was shivering and it was 65 degrees outside. It appeared to me that she had been crying a great deal, there was also blood on her shoes. “Alison? What the hell happened to you?” she kept shivering. “Alison, talk to me. What happened?” she looked at me, her eyes were filled with fear, she was terrified. “Alison, talk to me.”

    “I went there and they were dead.” She said softly.

    “Went where? Who was dead?”

    “I knocked on the door and nobody answered. It was unlocked so I went in.”

    “Went in where Alison?”

    “They were in the kitchen. Their throats were slashed. There was blood everywhere. I went over to her body and her eyes-her eyes-they were open. She died with her eyes open Neil.”

    “Who Alison? Who died?”

    “My mother.”

    “Oh my God.”

    “They were on the floor, dead. The blood was everywhere Neil. It was everywhere.”

    “Did you call the police?”

    “No, no, no, they’ll think that I did it.”

    “How could they think that?” she turned her head so that the right side of her face caught the moonlight. There was a large bruise. “Oh God Alison, did she do that to you?”

    “Yes. I went to see her this morning. We got into it right away, we were screaming, she hit me. I screamed that I was going to kill her. Oh God Neil what if someone heard? What if the cops think I did it?”

    “That’s not going to happen, okay?”

    “I didn’t do it Neil, you have to believe me.”

    “I do, I believe you.”

    “What do we do?”

    “We go to the police, and we tell them that you found the bodies.”

    “What if they want to know why I didn’t call right away? What if they think I did it?”

    “They’re not going to think that Alison. They’re not going to think that, I promise.”

    “You promise?”

    “I promise. Now let’s go.” I brought her down to the police station and I waited as she told them her story. I waited for three hours as they questioned her. They couldn’t possibly think that she killed them, I thought. But that’s exactly what happened. An officer came out and he walked up to me.

    “Excuse me?” he said. “Are you the one who brought her in?”

    “Yes. Can I take her home now?”

    “In a minute. Would you come with me please?”

    “What for?”

    “The detectives want to talk to you.”

    “Why?”

    “Just get up and come with me, alright kid?” He led me into the interrogation room. There were two detectives in there. One was an older black man, around 50 or so. The other was a younger white guy, in his 30’s.

    “Neil, come on in. Have a seat.” The older one said to me. I sat and they offered me a cigarette. I shook it off.

    “What’s this all about?” I asked.

    “It’s about those two people you and your girlfriend killed.” The younger detective said. My stomach turned inside out.

    “What?! You think that Alison and I killed those people?”

    “Did you?” the older one said.

    “No! Why the hell would you even think that?!”

    “Oh come on Neil, we know all about the past history here. We all know what Alison’s mother did to her. We know how that made her feel, we know how that made you feel.”

    “Oh you do, huh?”

    “Yes, we do.” The younger one said.

    “You don’t know a God damn thing about how I feel.”

    “Tell us where you were this afternoon, Neil.” The older one said.

    “I was at work.”

    “Where?”

    “The mall, at the Pizza Shack. You can call anybody there and they’ll tell you that I was there all day.”

    “We’ll do that.” The younger one said as he left. The older one sat in front of me.

    “You’ll have to excuse my partner, he’s a bit tightly wound.”

    “Don’t give me this good cop, bad cop routine please.”

    “You watch too many T.V shows there Neil. Listen Neil, I don’t think you had anything to do with this.”

    “You don’t?”

    “No. But I think that Alison did. I think that she murdered her mother and her lover in cold blood.”

    “No, Alison wouldn’t do that detective…?”

    “Anderson.”

    “Detective Anderson, Alison would never harm anyone. It’s not in her nature.”

    “How can you be so sure Neil? She’s been gone for a year, she could’ve changed without you knowing it.”

    “I’d know it.”

    “I know that you’d like to think that, but you can’t get inside someone’s head Neil. You don’t know what Alison was thinking. Think for a second, since she’s been back has she acted unusual? Has she done anything that goes against everything you know about her?” Nothing came to mind at first, but then.

    “Oh, God.”

    “What?”

    “The first day that she was here, she, uh, she tried to have sex with me.”

    “She was making unwanted sexual advances towards you?”

    “She was trying to take my shorts off, I kept telling her to stop.”

    “Did she?”

    “Eventually. She looked like she didn’t know what was going on. But-one thing has nothing to do with the other.”

    “I’m afraid it does Neil.”

    “How?”

    “She was making violent sexual advances towards you. It’s not much of a leap from that to murder.”

    “That’s a huge step Detective Anderson. Look, I know Alison better than anyone else on this planet, and I know that she would never do anything like this. Never.”

    “How can you be so sure Neil? Is attempted sexual assault something that Alison would never do either?”

    “It wasn’t sexual assault-.”

    “Neil, I understand your loyalty here. I commend it actually. But, if Alison did this-.” He took out the crime scene pictures and he placed them in front of me. It was horrible. An image that to this day is still in my memory. The blood covered the floor around them, their throats looked like they were torn to pieces by the knife. Mrs. Matthews’ eyes were open, my god, I thought to myself, could Alison have done this? Could she possibly have done this? “If Alison did this Neil, then she’s not the girl you knew. She’s a cold, calculating murderer.” I looked at the pictures, at the viciousness of the scene. Alison couldn’t have done this, there was no way.

    “She didn’t do this detective. She did not do this.” He looked at me and he sighed.

    “Alright.”

    “May I go?” he nodded his head. Just as I was about to leave he said

    “Watch her Neil. You’ll see the truth.” I turned to him.

    “I know the truth.” And with that I left the room. Alison was sitting in the waiting area, she looked terrified. I went to her. “Alison?” she stood and hugged me. She held onto me the entire time we were in that room. “Are you alright?”

    “No, I’m not. They think I did it, Neil. You promised me that they wouldn’t.”

    “I know, I know.”

    “What did they want from you?”

    “The young guy, he accused me of being your accomplice.”

    “What?! This is f*****g crazy! You didn’t have anything to do with this.” I don’t know why but when she said that it made me question her story.

    “And neither did you. They have no evidence Alison. There is nothing that connects you to this.”

    “I screamed that I would kill her Neil. That connects me.”

    “It’s hearsay, it’s not evidence.”

    “What else did they ask you about?”

    “The older guy, Anderson, he wanted to know if you’ve-.” S**t, I thought to myself, I had to tell him about what she did a few days before.

    “If I’ve what?”

    “If you’ve acted in ways that you don’t normally act.”

    “What did you tell him?”

    “I told him about the other day.” She let go and walked out of the station, I followed.

    “How could you have told him that Neil?!”

    “Because it wasn’t like you, that’s why. It gives them nothing to connect you to the murders because there is nothing to connect you-.”

    “Would you f*****g stop saying that?! I know that there is nothing to connect me!” Again, I began to doubt her story. “I know that I didn’t kill them!”

    “And I know that you didn’t, Alison. Look, let me take you home. You need some sleep.”

    “I don’t want to sleep.”

    “What do you want to do then?”

    “Go back in time and make sure that none of this ever happened.” She began to cry. “I’m so scared Neil.” I held her in my arms again.

    “I know. I’m scared too, but this will all be over soon. They’ll find the real killer and you’ll be safe.”

    “No, I won’t.”

    “What do you mean?” She never answered my question. I brought her home with me that night. She slept in my bed while I slept on the floor. By the next morning they would arrest the real killer, I hoped.

    At around 8:30 the next morning the telephone rang. My father answered.

    “Neil? Wake up, there’s a cop on the phone for you.” He handed me the phone.

    “Hello?”

    “Neil, this is Detective Anderson.”

    “Yes detective, what can I do for you?”

    “Neil, I’m calling to tell you that you were right.”

    “I’m sorry?”

    “At five o’clock this morning a man came into our station here and he confessed to the murders.”

    “Are you serious?”

    “Yes. Why, were you beginning to doubt her story?”

    “Of course not.”

    “Uh-huh. So, what this means is that you two are off the hook.”

    “We’re clear?”

    “You’re clear. Just stay out of trouble, and take care of that girl.”

    “I will. Thank you detective.” I hung the phone up and my father glared at me.

    “What did you do?” he inquired.

    “Nothing.”

    “Don’t you give me nothing, cops don’t call if you did nothing!”

    “Alison’s mother and that guy she lives with, were murdered yesterday.” His eyes opened a mile wide.

    “Jesus, did you have anything to do with it?”

    “No!”

    “Did she?”

    “No.”

    “Are you telling me the truth?” I looked him right in the eyes like he always looked my mother in the eyes, except I told him the truth.

    “Yes, dad.”

    “Of course you are. My boy’s not a killer.” He got this look on his face that I had never seen before, it was a look I would see again later on in my life. “Go tell your friend the news then.” In that moment, I didn’t hate him. I went back into my bedroom, lied beside Alison and I nudged her.

    “Stop it Neil.”

    “C’mon, wake up. It’s a beautiful day.”

    “Neil, I’m not in the mood for cheering up.”

    “Really? What if I told you that Detective Anderson just called telling me that the real killer just came in and confessed?” she shot up.

    “What? Are you serious?”

    “Yep. We’re clear Alison. We’re safe.”

    “We’re safe?”

    “We’re safe.” She kissed me. I like the way that she kissed me.

    “I love you so much Neil.” She said as she passionately kissed me.

    “I love you Alison.”

    “I want you inside of me, Neil.”

    “What?”

    “I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to make love to me, right here, right now.”

    “Alison, what’s gotten into you?”

    “Neil, I want to make love to you. Don’t you want me?” Now there was a question. ‘Did I want her?’ Of course I did, but not the way she was offering it. Could this have been why she had so many boyfriends? Did she just enjoy the sex?

    “Yes, but-.”

    “The why won’t you make love to me?”

    “Because this isn’t like you Alison. You’re not some sex-crazed nympho.”

    “How do you know Neil? You only know me as a friend. You have no idea how I am when it comes to sex.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “I love sex Neil. I love to have sex. It’s the thing I do best and I haven’t been able to do it for an entire year, because the only person I’ve wanted to do it with is 3,000 miles away. And now, you don’t even want to have sex with me.”

    “I didn’t say that. It’s just that my father is still home. I can’t be having sex when he’s in the house.” She smiled. “What? What are you smiling at?”

    “I like the idea of getting caught.”

    “Wow. Learn something new everyday.”

    “And what have you learned today, Neil?”

    “That you are a sex kitten.” She laughed hysterically. She began to roll around on the bed, the sheets came off of her and I could see that she was just wearing her panties (she was wearing a shirt as well, I was just referring to her bottom areas). They were white with pink flowers on them. They looked to be a size or two too small. As she kept laughing and rolling, she rolled so that I could see her behind. I had looked at it before, but not in this way. It was firm and round. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to touch her. I felt one of the largest erections that I had ever had taking shape. I shifted on the bed several times, for one thing so she wouldn’t see it and two, just out of comfort. When she stopped laughing she sat up.

    “So, I’m your little p***y huh?” I didn’t quite get the joke, but I laughed anyway just because she did. “Do you ever fantasise about me Neil?” I was doing that very thing at that moment.

    “If I do, is that a good thing?”

    “Yeah, it’s a very good thing. It means that you’re thinking about me and not some other girl.”

    “Do you fantasise about me?”

    “Every single day.”

    “Really?”

    “Yeah, then I usually masturbate.” Up until that sentence had I ever done a double take.

    “What?!”

    “I masturbate. What’s the big deal? Don’t you do it?” That seemed like the kind of question I shouldn’t have answered, but I did anyway.

    “Yeah, but-.”

    “But what? What it’s okay for guys to do it, and not girls?”

    “ I didn’t say that, it’s just that-you think about me when you do it?”

    “Yeah, who am I going to think about Rick Springfield?”

    “Who’s he?”

    “How can you live as close to L.A. as you do and not know that?”

    “I’ve never heard of him. What is he a singer or something?”

    “He’s a singer, he was on ‘General Hospital’ too.”

    “No clue who he is.”

    “You are so unhip Neil.”

    “Oh really?”

    “I’m just kidding, don’t get your panties in a bunch.”

    “Shut up.” We both laughed.

    “So, when you masturbate, do you think about me?” Again, one of those questions that I should not have answered, but I did anyway.

    “Sometimes.” She got a look of shock on her face that scared the hell out of me.

    “What do you mean sometimes?”

    “I-uh-um-I-uh-er-um.”

    “And who, pray tell, do you think about the other times?”

    “I-uh-I.”

    “C’mon Neil. Tell me your fantasy girl.”

    “Okay. Most of the time, it’s you-.”

    “Oh that’s not going to work.”

    “Can’t blame me for trying, can you?”

    “Who is she? Tell me.”

    “Farrah Fawcett.” She began screaming with laughter. “What?”

    “Farrah Fawcett!” she said as she howled with laughter.

    “Yeah. What’s wrong with her?”

    “Oh God, I’m sorry Neil but I thought that you were above that whole blonde thing that most guys have.”

    “What’s that supposed to mean?”

    “You like her? You’re attracted to that, huh?”

    “Alison, why are you getting mad?”

    “I’m not getting mad Neil. I’m just shocked that she’s what you’re into. Hey, maybe we can play ‘Charlie’s Angels’! You be Bosley-no, you’re too cute for Bosley. You be Charlie and I’ll be Farrah.”

    “Alison-.”

    “Oh Charlie, I need your big gun.” She said in a remarkable likeness to Farrah Fawcet. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, Charlie, can we go to Hawaii where I can show off my massive tits?” I couldn’t stop laughing. “Oh, Charlie, let me show you why they kicked me out of heaven.”

    “That’s not bad.” I said thru my laughter. “Are you getting up now?”

    “Might as well, it’s not like we’re going to be doing anything in here.”

    “Alison, I told you, my father-.”

    “Neil, it’s alright. I can wait a little longer.”
    We both got up and got dressed, I didn’t want to get dressed. I wanted to take her in that bed, I wanted to feel our bodies together. We were running out of time, Alison had to leave the next day. That night as my father slept I got up off the floor and I made my move. I crawled into my bed with Alison, she woke up immediately.

    “Neil? What are you doing?” she whispered.”

    “I’m ready Alison.”

    “Ready for what?”

    “I want to make love to you now.”

    “You do? Really?”

    “More than anything.” She kissed me.

    “Okay. First things first. Go over to my bag, there’s a box of condoms in it. Take one and put it on.”

    “Okay.” I went to the bag and pulled out the condom. It was a Trojan, the best in the world. It said so right on the box. I took it and I went into the bathroom, I wanted to make sure my bladder was empty. No reason to have any god-awful accidents here. I ripped the package open and I pulled out the condom. Now, I had never seen a condom before, but I had seen balloons. And that is exactly what it looked like, a balloon. The kind of balloon they made those weird looking animals out of. “How the hell does it go on?” I said as I looked at the flattened thing. I noticed the little tip sticking up, so I pulled on it. The thing looked like it was too big. I pulled my underwear down and I tried to figure out how to put the damn thing on. “They could’ve given some God damn directions here.” I said as I tried to understand the physics of the situation. If I pulled too hard, I’d rip it. If I didn’t pull hard enough, then it would probably get pulled off inside of her. Causing her to get toxic shock syndrome and die. And I didn’t want that.

    “Neil? Almost ready in there?” Alison wondered.

    “Uh, yeah. Just give me another minute.”  I replied. “How the f**k does this thing go on?” I said under my breath. Slowly I began to realize that you can’t put a condom on a soft penis. So, I had to achieve an erection. So, I thought about my fantasy woman: Farrah Fawcet. That little thing jumped up in no time. “How about that?” I said as I slid the man balloon on. “Perfect fit.” I pulled my underwear back up and I went back to the bedroom. I was ready.

    “Are you all set there?” she said as I got under the covers.”

    “Yeah.” We began kissing. She started to rub her hands all over my body. I rolled her over and laid on top of her. “Can you breath?”

    “Yes, you’re doing alright.”

    “You’ll show me how to-.”

    “I will.” I kissed her lips, then her neck, then I pulled off her shirt and I kissed her chest. I squeezed her left breast and she moaned with delight. I made my way down her body, I kissed her stomach, the area right above her panty line. “Neil, play with my toes.” I had never heard of anything like that before.

    “What do you mean?”

    “Kiss them. I like that.” It sounded odd to me, but I did it for her. I grabbed a foot and I kissed her toes. She moaned even louder than when I had kissed her breast. “Take off my panties.” She whispered. I pulled off her panties.

    “Now what?”

    “Kiss me there.” I had heard of how oral sex on a woman is done, but I never knew how complicated it was. I went in and kissed. “Not there, Neil. Up.” I slowly went up, kissing each part. “Up, up more, more. Up some more, there it is! Kiss there.” Apparently I had discovered her g-spot. After a few minutes of orally pleasing her, watching her as she writhed in ecstasy, touching her breasts. Moaning with delight. “Neil, I want you inside of me now.” She said. I pulled my underwear off and I spread her legs further apart.

    “How do I do it?”

    “Slide it in, slowly and gently.” I positioned myself just right and I did as she said. It was the most incredible feeling I have ever experienced. It felt so warm, so pure. Our bodies rocked in unison, we were one being, one heart, and one soul. It may not have lasted that long, but it was magical in it’s beauty. It was a symphony of ecstasy, love plain and true. When we were finished I placed my head on her chest and said:

    “That beats Farrah Fawcett any day of the week.” She laughed and kissed my head.

    “You were everything I hoped for. You were wonderful, Neil.”

    “So, were you.” We kissed. “I love you.”

    “I love you too.” I fell asleep there in her arms. The next day she went home and it would be three years before we saw each other again.