“Vance! Whatever are you doing?” Lolly had returned. I jumped guiltily. “My pants,” I explained, feeling silly.
“That cur ripped them.”
“Oh. Well, take them off and I’ll sew them up for you.”
“Do you think I should?” I looked nervously in the direction of the children’s bedroom.
“Do you have a choice?”
She had a point there. I took off my pants and handed them to her.
“Vance!” Lolly laughed openly. “Where did you get those?” She pointed at the purple polka-dot shorts I was wearing.
“My ex-wife used to buy my underwear for me,” I explained. “She had a vindictive nature.”
“Those are so square they’re mod,” she commented.
“Will you please just sew my pants!” I sat down stiffly, trying to hold onto what was left of my dignity.
“You’re upset. And you’re all tense again. Here, smoke another stick and relax.” Lolly handed me another bedraggled marijuana cigarette.
Well, what the hell! The first one hadn’t affected me at all. I puffed deeply and moodily at the second one. By the time I finished it, Lolly was done with my pants. I still don’t think I was feeling any effects from the reefers. However, my libido was operative again.
As Lolly handed me my pants, I grabbed her once again. She was leaning towards me to give me the trousers, and I guess she wasn’t expecting the pass. The result was that she sprawled across my bare-—and rather knobby, I’m afraid—-knees. Playfully, I swatted the plump derriére under my nose.
“That’s it!” She was suddenly excited. “Spank me! Do it again!”
Still just kidding around, I obliged.
“Wait! Wait!” She let my pants fall to the floor. Her hands were busy under her for a moment. Then she wriggled across my lap and the multicolored shorts she was wearing inched downwards until the pink lushmess of her delectable rear was completely exposed. “Now!” she gasped. “Hit me again! Now! Spank me! Now!”
I gave her a few whacks, feeling both stimulated and silly about it.
“Harder! Harder!”
I spanked harder. With each blow she moaned and writhed against my lap. It had its effect on me. I began aiming the smacks so that the sex fulcrums of our bodies came together each time she reacted. It still wasn’t actual sex, but every whack was bringing us closer to it.
Lolly clawed at my shorts until I was free of them. The spanking was driving her wild. She rose up a little so that the next blow couldn’t help but impale her. Quivering, she waited. I raised my hand and waited a few seconds, enjoying the anticipation. But I never delivered the crucial blow.
“Why are you spanking Lolly?” Little Lucinda was standing in the doorway, rubbing her eyes.
Hastily, I pulled Lol1y’s shorts back up over her plump nether-cheeks.
“Is she a bad girl?” Lucinda wanted to know.
“What are you doing out of bed?” Lolly recovered herself.
“I have to go.”
“Why didn’t you go before when Raymond did?”
“I didn’t have to then.”
“Well then go on,” Lolly told her. “And then go straight back to bed.”
“You have to take me.”
“Oh, all right. Go on into the bathroom and I’ll be right there.” Lolly realized that she was covering my excitation and wanted Lucinda out of the room before she arose and revealed it.
Lucinda obediently left. Lolly followed her. I scrambled into my pants and waited. Frustrated, I fished another reefer out of Lolly’s purse and lit it. I wondered why I bothered. The grass wasn’t doing a thing for me. I was halfway down the stick when Lolly returned.
“Is it always like this?” I asked her.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean with the kids and the dogs. I guess I’m too old for this sort of thing.”
“I must be used to it,” Lolly told me. “I hardly notice.”
“What I don’t understand,” I confessed. “is how you kids manage all this wild action we hear about with all the interruptions.”
“Well, we’re not always baby-sitting.”
“But the modern stereotype makes baby-sitting look like an orgy. How is it possible?”
“Things get worked in. Where there’s a will, there’s a way. And how’s your will doing, Vance?” She wrapped her arms around me again.
I took one last deep puff and disposed of the reefer. Determined now, I moved fast. By the time the first kiss was over I’d pushed her top up over her shoulders and was tugging at her shorts. Lolly cooperated. She unzipped my pants, freed my manhood and got ready to straddle me. We were both more than ready now, and then—-
Suddenly the room was spinning. Dizziness, faintness, nausea all seized me at once. I slid out from under her feebly and staggered to my feet.
“What’s the matter?” Lolly asked petulantly.
“I— I— Where’s the bathroom?”
“Oh, no! Not you too! First Raymond, then Lucinda, and now you! It must be an epidemic!”
“Where— Where-—” With a great effort of will I managed to keep my gorge down. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“There.” She pointed. “I knew you were smoking those reefers too fast,” she called after me as I dived for the john.
I was there for a long time. Never again! I vowed. Where was this happy glow the kids said the grass gave them? I wondered between retchings. Cloud Nine was a Vomitorium, I groaned bitterly.
I was still in the upchuck slapping cold towels on my face when Lolly rapped on the door. “Are you all right?” she asked.
“Flaming youth stay away from my door,” I croaked back.
“But you have to come out.”
“Why?”
“My uncle and aunt just drove up. I don’t want them to find you here.”
“Why not? Aren’t you allowed to have boyfriends when you baby-sit?”
“Boy friends, yes. But they might feel differently about a man your age.”
“Which is about a hundred-and-six at the moment,” I groaned. “All right. I’ll leave.”
“Hurry up.”
I exited from the bathroom with the sick feeling that I might very well be leaving the better part of me behind. Lolly tugged me into the kitchen, gave me a quick kiss, and propelled me out the back door. “Next time we’ll make it for sure,” she promised.
Stumbling through the black void of the back yard, I wasn’t so sure about that. Her youth, the very thing that drew me to Lolly, might be too much for me. I was too old for baby-sitting and too unhip for reefers. Face it, Powers, I told myself, the Pepsi Generation has passed you by!
“OOF!”
The thought was pushed out of my mind as I smacked into someone in the darkness of the driveway. A hand reached out to steady me. But it was so dark I couldn’t see the face behind the man’s voice that spoke. From his words, I guess he couldn’t see me either.
“You don’t have to sneak out by the back door, Son.” The man’s tone was kindly. “We’d like to meet Lolly’s boyfriends. I’m Lolly’s uncle.”
“Glad to meet you,” I mumbled.
“Glad to know you too, Boy. You go to school around here?”
“Uh— No.”
“Well, it’s nice Lolly’s getting to meet some young people from the neighborhood anyway. See you again, Son.” He let go of my arm and vanished into the night.
Son! Well, maybe I wouldn’t be left out of the Pepsi Generation after all. I was going to make it with Lolly if it was the last thing I ever did! That’s what I told myself as I drove home.
The inevitable phone was inevitably ringing as I entered the house. Resignedly, I picked it up. “What now, Marcy?” I said for openers.
Wrong guess. It wasn’t Marcy. It was Senator Hawthorne. He’d had some checking done and he had two pieces of information for me. The first concerned Phil Anders.