“Sure. I’ll just tell the coach that I’ve got my period. I’ve never complained before, so the coach will let me slide this once.”
I shrugged. That concept was new to me, but it made sense. At least Sherry wouldn’t be getting into trouble for that.
Once Sherry was dressed, I told her to sit next to me on the bench, and I started to play Honky Cat, which I knew was one of Sherry’s favorite songs for me to play.
As I played the song, I saw Sherry shake her head. She looked a bit disoriented, and shook her head again. She smiled at me.
“I could listen to you play all day, Oogie.”
I thought about my promise to Sherry. She wouldn’t remember it, of course, but I would. I wasn’t the kind of person that would break such a promise.
I also know that I asked her to go out on dates and to think about other people. She didn’t realize it, but she was compelled to obey me when I asked her to do that.
My decision was to wait. If Sherry still felt the same way about me, I might start thinking about her differently.
One thing was for sure. When my cock was inside Sherry, I meant every word I sang to her. I didn’t mean that I was in love with her, and I didn’t really sing that to her, either. What I sang, and what I meant was that Sherry made me feel a certain way, and only she made me feel that way. This was also true about June, Lynette, and, of course, Kristen.
I loved each one of them differently. I’m not sure what I really felt about Sherry and if it was even love, but what I felt, it was strong at that time. Was she really my destiny? Perhaps she was, or perhaps not.
If you asked me if I loved Sherry any day before this, even last night, I would have emphatically said ‘no!’
Now I wasn’t sure. I do know that Tim Hawking and the tickets put Sherry through hell. Despite that, she still managed to live her life with a happy disposition—a positive outlook in life. I actually admired that about her.
My feelings for Sherry progressed from friendship to admiration. That was a start. I knew that I would need time to sort out my feelings about Sherry. Hopefully, time was on my side.
“I’ve never heard you play Bennie and the Jets,” Sherry said, smiling at me.
I played the introduction, and Sherry’s smile grew bigger when she heard me sing a modified version of the chorus in an Elton-inspired falsetto:
I entertained Sherry throughout sixth period by playing songs the two of us liked.
When we emerged from the practice room at the end of the period, Mr. Proilet didn’t give us much of a glance.
Actually, I didn’t care if we “got away” with anything. All I knew was that Sherry seemed a whole lot happier now, even if she wasn’t exactly aware of why she felt that way.
As for me, I was more concerned over Sherry’s feelings for me, and vice versa. Sure, I had “cured” Sherry’s problem, but at what cost? She gave up her virginity, and now would have no direct recollection of the event.
Once more, I considered the power of the tickets. They were able to turn Camille from a dark brunette into a blonde. In addition, Camille and Debbie both said that the tickets made my dick bigger, although I still had difficulty accepting that.
Could it be possible that I could use the tickets to restore Sherry’s virginity? After all, Sherry didn’t have a hymen when we coupled. What defined “virginity” anyway? Was it simply a state of mind? Would it be affected by her not remembering her losing it?
With whom could I talk about this? I wanted this to be a special thing between Sherry and myself, but this brought up something important as welclass="underline" this would be one of the first times that I would be actively not telling Kristen something that she might consider important.
I sighed as I made my way to my seventh period English class.
Chapter 45—Jazzing Things Up
There was a football game Friday evening, and it would be Merry’s first as a cheerleader. When school let out, I found Kristen in the parking lot, ready to take me home.
“The game starts in just two hours,” I said, protesting slightly.
“I know,” Kristen answered. “I told Lynette that the two of us will pick up some pizzas for the cheerleaders. They have a special practice today, and the game follows right afterward. I figured that we could pick some up from Roman’s.”
This was an excellent idea! “Oh, yeah! Patty’s working today! Are our bags packed?”
“I’ve already brought them to the air field and Uncle Jerry has them stowed.”
“I thought we were driving.”
“What’s the use in having a pilot around if you don’t use him?”
“He’s not your personal pilot, Kris.”
“Not yet.”
I looked at Kristen and saw a sparkle in her eye. She was just kidding with me.
“Having Uncle Jerry take us gives us more time in Chicago, honey. Believe me, he really enjoys flying. I have a hard time paying him as it is—he just wants money for gas!”
“All right.”
At Roman’s, Kristen put in an order for ten pizzas. We figured that most of them would be eaten, and anything left over could be given to the concession stands to sell during the game.
Patty came over to where we were waiting from behind the counter. “So, Jim, how was the birthday?”
“It was nice. Kris and Lynette got me a couple of new hats.”
Patty looked confused. “Hats?”
“Porkpie hats, right Kris?”
Kristen nodded. “We got them from Sky Catchers.”
“I’ve never shopped there,” Patty said. “The stuff in their windows looks weird.”
“I’ll say,” I agreed. “They sell safari helmets, World War One fighter ace helmets, and everything.”
“Sounds as if it would be useful if you were going on safari—or perhaps helping Snoopy shoot down the Red Baron, huh?”
I smiled.
Kristen got up to use the ladies’ room.
When Kristen left, Patty looked at me seriously. “So, what’s really up?”
“What do you mean?”
“Something happened in the last couple of days.”
Patty was about as close to a mind reader that I’ve ever met. “I’ve tackled some problems.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Maybe some other time. I’m still working them out myself.”
“Well, remember that you always have friends, Jim. You don’t have to solve the entire world’s problems, you know.”
“Thanks, Patty. I’ll remember that.”
I realized that keeping secrets from Kristen was going to be hard, but keeping them from Patty would be next to impossible.
Before the game started, the cheerleaders came onto the field from both sides. Sherry took a running start and flipped end over end for about half the field, finishing on a flip that was a complete somersault in the air. After Sherry finished, two other cheerleaders did a double end over end, and I was surprised afterward when I realized that one of these was Merry.