Chapter One

It was the best of times. It was the worst of times

Charles Dickens-A Tale of Two Cities

July 12, 1979

That was a day neither David Ballard nor Daniel Alexander Jackson would ever forget.  It was the day their parents died and world changed forever.

Sitting here in the dusk of evening with the warm Mediterranean breeze blowing about him, David could picture everything about it with crystal clarity.

Karen.

He smiled.

She had a nice set of ta-tas, yes she did.  She was a young and pretty thing to boot.  When he got older, or so he thought then, he wouldn’t mind taking a shot at that. 

That was before she plodded up the stairs to the old house and knocked so sullenly on his door.  It was before she knelt down to his level, tears streaming down her cute but not beautiful face, and before she told him the devastating news.

After that David didn’t remember too much for the next couple of months.  The funeral, he remembered that but not vividly.  Living with Nick Ballard, he remembered, but there wasn’t anything of note there since he only took the boys in for two weeks and then they were wards of the foster care system.

Hoo-boy…what fun that had been!  Yep, a real knee-slapper those four years were. They would have been eight except that by the time he was fifteen he was doing his first stint in Juvenile Hall—oh those were the days!—by nineteen he was incarcerated in the County Lock up having graduated from mischievous crap such as marking up the sides of buildings with bad pornographic graffiti, breaking windows in his school late at night and tipping over headstones to petty theft and by twenty to grand theft.  After that it was all down hill. Though he’d never been imprisoned for it, he’d killed a few people here and there too.  It was a good thing they’d never caught him on those counts, Texas just couldn’t wait to sit your ass down in Old Sparky and David was not in any hurry for the privilege of sitting on her lap.

Back to July 12^th.

Man!  What a perfect day! The sun was shining and the air was clean, he had a few nickels in his pocket and…..best of all!....he’d just come home from one kick ass baseball game—it even went into extra innings, three of them to be exact. Boy he wished his parents and even his dweeb brother had been there to see him play today! Yep, today David Jackson really shined and showed off his stuff, he scored three home runs, the last one batted in two teammates to win the goddamn game and now….. David’s team was heading for the STATE CHAMPIONSHIP!!! He was walking on air….the STATE CHAMPIONSHIP! Could you beat that? No way, man, he certainly didn’t think so.

For once and probably the last time, David Ballard Jackson had been high on life. All the way home he was on Cloud 9, he’d get to Cloud 11 even 13 if they existed, in fact he felt so freakin good that he even spent his last $1.50 on ice cream for him and Jimmy Murphy—the team short stop who had also played an exceptional game today making six outs and assisting in a Triple Play.  David didn’t have many friends, he was a little hot headed and sometimes he didn’t get along so well with other kids, but him and Jimmy they were tight. Best Buds to the End.

On the walk all he could think was that he hoped Mom and Dad were back from New York in time for the big game. Hell, he’d even let Danny go to the game, not that the little dweeb knew a baseball from a football but who cared? They were on their way to the STATE CHAMPIONSHIP and this was the VERY FIRST TIME his team ever even placed in the top 5 in the county never mind be on their way to the big show...well it was big for Little League anyway.

Arriving home David found Karen, the babysitter, jibber-jabbering on the phone with one of her girlfriends. She smiled and waved at him when he came through the door then pointed to the kitchen where she had a PBJ, chips and glass of milk waiting for him. (Good old Karen, surely she made someone a fine wife and mother.)

Not stopping to wash his grimy hands which were covered with dirt and the remains of his chocolate chip cone, David grabbed the plate and the glass and snuck it up to his room. Mom and Dad never let them eat upstairs but Karen was too busy talking about some guy named Greg who she seemed to find absolutely dreamy to notice David sneaking up stairs with his PBJ.

Glove under his arm, baseball cap backwards on his head and uniform filthy from that slide into home plate—which he barely made by managing to knock the catcher out of the baseline as he slid—David bounded up the stairs to the room he shared with his stupid nerdy brother for a little snack, a little daydream and maybe a little rest. (It had been a hard won game!)

After gobbling down the sandwich in three bites then knocking back the glass of milk—saving the chips for last of course since they were the best part about the lunch!—he laid back on his bed tossing his baseball up in the air and catching in his glove reliving the days most fantastically awesome events. Still, although he was deliriously happy, David couldn’t stop wishing his parents and even his dumb brother had been there to see him today. Mom and Dad always came to his games but now they and Danny were at some musty smelly who-gave-a-damn museum in New York City.  Tomorrow, they’d be home tomorrow but he didn’t know if he could wait that long to tell them all about his exciting day. Then he brightened a little more; they’d call tonight to see how he was doing and he’d tell Dad all about it then and when they got home he’d tell mom and stupid Danny about it too. Mom and Dad would be pleased, proud even; stupid Danny wouldn’t get it but who cared?  The little jerk never took his nose out of his books, it’d do the little worm good to get out in the sunshine now and then and bat the ball around. Davy had no idea why Mom and Dad didn’t make Danny play sports. Yeah, his allergies were a little worse than Davy’s but so what? It wasn’t like they were life-threatening or anything. They ought to make him get out there in the sunshine and out of the dingy crappy library. It would be good for the little worm.

David, his stomach full, his body sweaty and still rushing with the tingle of adrenaline and the big win suddenly became bored. He stopped tossing his baseball up in the air and wandered out of the bedroom down the hall to the bathroom where he finally decided to wash the dirt, ice cream remains, and peanut butter from his hands.  He also threw a little cold water on his face to get rid of the smudges there.

“Better,” he said smiling into the mirror and putting the cap back on his head.  Jimmy wasn’t home he was going out with his parents and Bobby was at soccer practice for the next hour or two.  He supposed he could call Jenna Guinan—a cutie with brown pigtails—and tease her for a while but, nah.  There had to be something else to do.

Leaving the bathroom he wandered down the hall to his parents’ bedroom and peeked inside. It was empty and quiet now but they’d be back soon.  The closet door was open partway and David walked into the room to see why that was. Mom and Dad never left it open because Mom kept what little good jewelry she had in the way-back of the closet. Sometimes when they went away for a really long time she even locked the door.  Yesterday he peered in here and he thought that door was closed, intending to do just that David walked up to the door and then caught a whiff of his mother’s perfume.  It made him feel happy and warm just like she always did.  Oh man, he wished she was here RIGHT NOW so he could tell her all about the game!  But all there was dumb-old-Karen and she was still yakking away on the phone downstairs. What’d she care about his winning streak and the runs he’d scored today?

Inside the closet her dresses were hanging next to Dad’s suits and just as he was about to shut the closet door something shiny caught the light and he went to investigate.  Pushing past the dresses and suits, carefully stepping around and over the shoes David found his mother’s small jewelry box open. That was weird. Had Karen been up here while he was out? Nah, that was stupid, she’d never do anything like that. Maybe mom just forgot to shut it.  Still he peeked inside to be sure that everything he thought should be in there really was in there and it seemed to be.  Carefully closing the drawer and then turning around to exit the closet his young eyes caught upon a most fabulous site.

A stack of Playboy magazines.

Danny had once said these were back here but Davy didn’t believe him. What would Dad want with stuff like that when he had Mom? But there they were and that meant, sure-as-shit, the little worm was right.  Stepping back over the shoes he poked his head out of the closet doorway and listened hard; all was quiet. Quick as a bunny he grabbed the first three magazines in the stack, stuffed them under his baseball jersey and trotted back to his room but not before closing the closet door all the way.

Closing his own bedroom door tightly and quietly, David flopped down on his bed and began flipping rapidly through the pages. Ads, some wordy junk and then…then….

OH MY!

What interesting photographs!

Was that really what girls looked like when they were naked?

At first he began to feel something strange tingling in his ‘down there’ area.  Slowing the pages down to take a good long look at the hot babes staring back at him, their big boobs begging to be touched, their firm legs spread wide begging him to have a taste. 

No longer satisfied with merely tingling, something hard and animal—primal-- grew between his legs.  Looking at the full color images, Davy reached down to grab a handful of his adolescent cock.  Suddenly and with great clarity he understood that it was good for a lot more than just peein’ through.  Downstairs the phone was ringing but Davy didn’t pay it any mind as he freed the hard part of himself from his baseball pants.  Licking his lips while his mouth started to water David began to stroke himself while he stared at the pretty big boobed blonde staring back at him.  According to her bio, her name was Amber and she wanted to be a Rocket Scientist one day.  Today, her firm ass was sticking in the camera lens while some type of fake dick danced around her opening.  Davy wanted to see her put that thing in there.   His hand moved up and down on his own small shaft.  Too much friction, this was no good.  From the looks of that pussy, it was nice and wet and his cock should be too.  In his parents room was some Vaseline and hand lotion his mother used, but Davy didn’t want to put the magazine down, didn’t want to stop doing what he was doing.  Instead, he spit into the palms of his hands and continued to work his shaft.

Footsteps were coming up the stairs, they were still distant and there was this really hot and odd feeling in the pit of his stomach.  Davy wasn’t sure what it was but knew it was leading to something bigger and better.  The last thing he wanted to do was stop.

Knock.  Knock.  Knock.  “David?”  Karen called in a cracking voice.  “Are you in there?  I have to talk to you.”  Talk to him?  Dear God, what was she going to say?  What was going to happen to the boys now? They had no family at all, who would take them in? “Please, Davy, I have to tell you something.”

“Can’t it wait?” He called through the door but not stopping what he was doing with himself. “I ate the damn sandwich.”

“It’s not about the sandwich. David, I need you to open the door.”

There was something in her voice. Something alarmed him, some force that was even more powerful than the one willing him forward. David dropped his cock, pulled up his pants, stuffed the magazines under his bed and opened the door. “What is it? I’m busy in here, ya know.” He cracked but then got a good look at her pretty-but-not-beautiful face.  “You cryin’? What’s goin’ on?”

How do I do this? What do I say? What…what…what…..   Karen, all of 17 and trying to earn spending money for college, walked into his room on unsteady legs and sat on there bed where he had just been masturbating for the very first time.  “Come here and sit with me I have some very bad news to tell you.”

Suddenly he knew. She didn’t have to say a word. David knew his parents were dead they were never coming home and he would never ever get to tell them about the absolutely stellar day he’d had!  Never tell them about the home runs he’d scored or the catches he made. Never tell them about the STATE CHAMPIONSHIP and worst of all they wouldn’t be there to see him play in that Big Game…assuming he still got to go. “Danny? My brother dead too?”

“Sit down,” she said again in a shaky voice, “please, Davy.”

With much sadness and trepidation David sat down on the bed next to her.

“There was an accident at the museum….” Was how she began.

That was all the confirmation of the burning feeling in his gut and the empty aching in his heart that Davy needed he broke down and started to bawl. Karen, in her white short-shorts and light green halter top, put her arms around him and rocked him.  “I’m so sorry, Davy. I wish I knew what to do.” Then she remembered his question. “Daniels’ fine. I mean, well, he was there, he saw the accident, it happened right in front of him but he’s….ok, ya know. He’ll be coming home tonight.” Against her ample breast she felt him nod.

A horrible thought struck him. “Where we gonna go? Who’s gonna take care a’ us?”

Yeah, right, good questions. “I’m here,” she did her best to assure him, “right? I’m not going anywhere.  I guess, I think, maybe, your grandfather, he’ll come and get you and Danny, I’m sure he will.”  Karen wasn’t in on all the ‘ins and outs’ of the Jackson family but in all the time she’d been watching the boys the grandfather never showed much interest in them and the guy was as close to ancient as it got.  What was he going to do with two active boys?  She hated the idea of them going to some cold foster home but what could she do? She was only 17.  Maybe her parents would take them in, yeah, maybe…. Then she cut the thought off. Her parents had three kids younger than her and they didn’t need a set of twin boys even if the State did chip in for their care.  Still, someone had to come and take care of them, they couldn’t be left ALONE! “It’s gonna be all right, everything’s gonna be all right.” It was the only thing she could think of to say to him while she rocked the boy in her arms.

Late that night Danny returned home, the boys went up to their room while Karen and her mother sat downstairs. Karen’s mom came to the house as soon as she heard, as did the majority of the neighbors. For the next few days they would come in dribs and drabs each with a dish in their hands and sadness in their hearts. Each wondering the same thing; what’s going to happen to the boys?

Upstairs the twins cried and clung to each other as they tried their very best to be Big Brave Boys but their lives and their futures were so uncertain and they kept back to the same point over and over; since Grandpa Nick hadn’t even returned the phone call yet, where were they going to go?  If it was foster care, which they both knew about because they went to school with a few kids in the system….and they heard a few horror stories about it too….would the State of Illinois separate them? They both hoped that wouldn’t happen. More than anything else they needed each other they just had to stay together they just had to.

Two days later, in matching dark blue suits, the brothers Jackson stood side-by-side as their parents coffins were lowered into the cold grave. Danny cried silently but Davy stood ramrod straight already determined not to cry over this any longer. They were gone and there wasn’t a damn thing anyone could do about it.  Thinking his younger brother weak but knowing this wasn’t the place for an aberrant display Davy looped an arm around Danny’s shoulders and together they each threw a handful of dirt into both openings along with a white rose.  After that the other people who came to say good-bye did the same and Grandpa Nick took them back to the house.  Once there they had a nice little reception where all of the mourners gathered to eat and talk about Melburn and Claire Jackson and wonder about the fate of David and Daniel.

The next day grandpa Nick had them pack one bag each and they said good-bye to their home and their friends.  Daniel wouldn’t come back to the old homestead for another twenty-six years and for David it would be longer still.

**

Eight Days Later

At Grandpa Nick’s, just like at home, the boys shared a room but unlike home, here at Grandpa’s they also had to share a double bed.  They were 10 and too old for such baby things so they took turns sleeping one on the floor and one on the bed night after night.

As Karen already knew, two very active young boys were too much for an elder gentleman to keep up with. It wasn’t that Nicholas Ballard didn’t try or that he didn’t love his grandsons he just did not feel that he had what it took to raise them suitably.  After all, he didn’t have much experience being a father to his only daughter, Claire. Much as his grandson, Daniel would do years later, Nicholas Ballard spent the majority of his time exploring all sorts of wondrous things in all corners of the globe except, that was, for his own home.  Nope, his own backyard did not seem to hold any appeal for Nicholas Ballard and so he’d left the child rearing his wife, Millie, who died several years ago when their only grandsons were mere infants.

Handing the boys over to the State of Illinois seemed the only thing for him to do and his very practical and pragmatic manner Nicholas Ballard did just that. All the while telling the boys it was what was best for them, they’d be placed together in a loving home with younger people who would be able to more readily give them the things they needed. He promised to visit often, which he did not in fact Nicholas Ballard visited only a handful of times over the years and did not get back in touch with Daniel until after he’d graduated college at which time he was surprised to find that his grandson harbored some resentment toward him.

Go figure.

Over the following week the Department of Children and Youth Services sent social workers to the house to interview Grandpa Nick and the boys and assess their situations. Several times the workers tried to tell Nick that there were plenty of services available to him that would allow the boys to stay with him but it fell on deaf ears.  Even the pleadings of David and Daniel did no good, not even when they reminded their grandfather that THIS was the ONLY FAMILY the THREE of the HAD!

So the cold and bleak day came when the social worker, Ms. Leavenworth came to take them away. Climbing into the back of her Pontiac and trying not to cry they sat side-by-side in the backseat not looking at Nick or each other. Four small suitcases in the trunk and their futures too uncertain to even comprehend the car pulled away from the curb and they never went back to Grandpa Nick’s house.

An hour later the car stopped in front of a very neatly kept yellow Cape Cod. Its white gate squeaked when opened and closed, behind it were blooming beds of iris’, columbine, cosmos and an array of flowers the boys didn’t know the names.  Knocking upon the white door an elderly woman slowly opened it. She was almost as old as Grandpa Nick so the boys really did not understand why they couldn’t stay with him. The old woman had kind faded blue eyes, a wrinkly face and chubby waistline. Her name was Mrs. Kent and she had her husband, Arthur, never had children of their own. Instead they’d been foster parents for over fifty years and had more than three hundred children come and go through their home.  Mr. Kent passed away several years ago but Mrs. Kent kept on fostering because, she said, it gave her something meaningful to do and made her feel useful.

There weren’t many children in Mrs. Kent’s neighborhood, they all seemed to be older with grown children who’d either left home or were about to leave home and strike out on their own. Over the nine months that they lived with her, David complained endlessly that Mrs. Kent and the house smelled bad. Daniel supposed they both did, old people had a certain musty air about them which seemed to pervade their homes as well as their crumbling bodies.  Daniel didn’t mind the smell and he certainly didn’t think it was enough to gripe about so much.  David was angry because he wouldn’t be allowed to play baseball next season as Mrs. Kent had no way of getting him to and from practice. Daniel dug holes in the backyard looking artifacts; this always made David laugh and caused him to ridicule his younger brother. “Ain’t no buried treasure in this old lady’s yard, ya idiot. C’mon Danny, c’mon and toss the ball with me.”  But Danny wasn’t usually interested. David didn’t blame him much; Danny was more than just a little bit uncoordinated.

For their birthday she made them each a cake, had their friends from school to the house for the day, and gave each of them $20.00 saying she wished it could be more.  She was a nice lady.

Living in Mrs. Kent’s house the boys learned how to tend a garden and grow their own vegetables. Even though she was old she liked to hike on the wooded paths behind the house and often took them with her, big walking stick in one hand, big green canvas bag looped around her neck and shoulder to carry anything interesting they might find, they went off on little mini-adventures.  She encouraged their sense of play and wonder. She educated them in the wildlife and flora surrounding them.  At home the lessons didn’t stop, she taught them how to cook and make their own bread. She accepted nothing less than their best efforts. To that end, she got them off to school on time every morning with a good breakfast and a ‘Be good, I’ll see you this afternoon, boys.’  In the afternoons she helped with homework and made sure they had a hearty dinner which they had to help prepare and then clean up afterwards.

Just as David was starting to warm up to her the old woman up and died.  It wasn’t anything catastrophic, she was almost eighty and she’d tucked them into their separate beds one night, gone off to her own, laid down and never gotten back up.

Boy, man, they were just dropping like flies. The boys started to wonder if they weren’t jinxed. 

Four months and one more birthday went by while they waited in an orphanage for another home.  Grandpa Nick came to visit twice (neither time was on their birthday for which the orphanage provided them with a cake. It was the loneliest birthday either of them would suffer through but, at least they had each other.) Each time Grandpa Nick came to see them he brought them a small gift but he never once apologized for not bringing them home with him only for what they were going through.  The orphanage was big and loud and if David thought Mrs. Kent’s house smelled funny this place downright stunk as far as Daniel was concerned.  David made a few friends with the bigger kids and Daniel just did his best to keep to himself and stay out of everyone’s way.  In another few years David would return to a place like this several times. A place where there were seemingly endless rows of beds and kids; they called it Juvenile Hall.

At the end of four months the boys once again packed up their meager belongings and Ms. Leavenworth returned to take them to the home of Jen and John Kovach.  Theirs was not a home suited to young impressionable children. Especially a child like David who was already curious about things he should not be interested in for a few years. Why DCFS ever cleared them to be foster parents was something neither Daniel nor David would ever come to understand other than to say there was no waiting line for the position.

Jen and John lived in a townhouse just outside of Chicago which meant they were able to enroll in the Junior High School they would have gone to if their parents hadn’t suddenly departed. AND, best of all for David, he could rejoin his baseball teammates. For a short time this brought a sense of normalcy back to David and Daniel, seeing old friends and catching up but old friends and old friendships don’t always get back on track the way they were before you left.  While Daniel was fairly successful in remaking friends with the kids he had once hung out with, David started hanging out with a rougher crowd than before. Older kids who were always up to some type of mischief or another and who, to those around them, would never amount to more than ditch diggers.

Jen, a pretty young woman who was very slight in build with blonde hair and possessed of —as she would say—sunflower eyes, was a bookkeeper by day and a painter by night. Her oils paintings were ok but they certainly weren’t ever going to hang in the Louver or the Smithsonian at any time.  The husband, John, was a walking Adonis with long wavy black hair that hung past the small of his back, huge brown eyes and muscles on his muscles.  By day he framed houses and by night he played jazz sax in the smoky clubs in and around Chicago.  One day he might cut a record but it probably wouldn’t go anywhere not that he wasn’t talented, he was, but like his wife, he just wasn’t THAT talented as to make a real living at his art.

When she wasn’t painting and he wasn’t blowing his horn they were having parties which included a lot of drinking, pot smoking and line blowing.  At these parties people often swapped partners or just started having sex right in the living room.  David would watch from the bedroom while Daniel did everything he could to ignore what was going on and wondering why the State would ever place them in this house.

David, no, he was fascinated by it all. The smell of pot, alcohol and sex, called to him, it was almost as good as the aroma of Mom’s Home Cookin’. You bet’cha.  That thing between his legs, that thing he hadn’t played with hadn’t even looked at when it went to the bathroom since the day his parents died roared to life with a vengeance. 

During the first summer vacation they spent with the Kovach’s Daniel made an unnerving discovery.

“What’s this?” He asked sharply as he turned around with a pair of Jen’s satiny underwear in his hand. Daniel’d found them under David’s pillow.

Looking just as guilty as the cat that ate the canary David replied, “I dunno must’a got mixed up with my stuff in the wash.”

Daniel might have bought that except these under panties were not freshly washed by any means.  They were crusty inside and out.  Not wanting to make waves or cause a rift with the only person he had left on this Earth Daniel just tossed them at his brother. “Put ‘em in the hamper then.” He said sullenly.  Two days later Daniel made another discovery; Jen and John had been searching high and low for an elk horn bowl that they’d lost, it was a small pipe just right for taking small tokes in public places. David had it under his mattress along with a small stash of their pot.  This discovery Daniel kept to himself and said nothing about not even to David.

Maybe Daniel should have said something to someone because by the time their next birthday rolled around and they were 13 Davy’d traded in the pot stash for a small pile of cocaine.  “What is this shit?” Daniel demanded to know as he shook the small plastic baggie at his brother.

“You know what it is, Danny, now gimmie.” David snatched it out of Daniel’s hand.  “You want some ask me don’t just take my stash.”

“Want….want…want some? Are you CRAZY?  Dump that crap down the toilet.” He demanded. “You don’t need that shit, it’ll kill you.”

“Yeah, well, so the fuck what?” Was David’s reply. “Maybe one day it might kill me but for now I like it and I’m keeping it.”

“What do you think they’re gonna say if they find it?” Daniel asked regarding John and Jen.

To which David very heatedly replied; “Where do you think I got it? I don’t get no allowance Danny neither do you.”

“You stole it from them?”

“Yep, right under from their drunk, sauced sleeping noses.”  That was true. David waltzed into their bedroom two days ago to find John, Jen and another couple in the bed snoring away.  He pulled their stash box out from under the bed on which they were sleeping and helped himself. He’d already smoked all the pot which he’d been kind enough to share with a pretty little thing named Kim Navarro out behind the dugout of the local ball field. Kim had dark skin, dark eyes, long dark hair and a fresh set of pretty titties that were just begging to be touched for the very first time. So he got her stoned and did just that.  Those young titties were just that; pretty and firm and they felt good in the palm of his hand.  She balked when he wanted to put his hand down her pants and David got mad, she had smoked his dope, she owed him one. He pushed her against the back wall of the dug out but she screamed and he got scared and let her go. Kim ran off.

On his way home he ran into Billy Jenkins and Anthony Perrin, two fifteen year-old boys who were always up to no good.  Today was the first of the month and they showed him how to steal old people’s Social Security checks and get them cashed.  It was easy. You just staked out a neighborhood, found the old folks, got their mailboxes before them then took the check down to the local cashing shop saying your grandma—or grandpa—was too sick to come down and cash it themselves.

Voila.  Cash in hand.  The first time he did, David felt bad, what if the old lady needed the money? What if she couldn’t pay her bills or get her meds or get anything to eat what if….    But then the older boys calmed his fears telling him the checks were insured by the government and they’d issue the old bitch a new one.  Just remember not to steal the same person’s check too often and never two months in a row.  OK, David could do that and he did…for years.

David at the tender age of 13 stole three or four Social Security checks a month, cashed them, bought drugs, had the older kids buy him booze and quickly fell into the world of Juvenile Delinquency.  With no parents or other adults to stop him it was easier than it ever should have been.  Danny never asked where his brother got the money for the new sneakers and clothes, the records and the outrageously expensive boom-box he was walking around with—the damn thing took 12 D size batteries and they were not cheap!

David quit baseball and gave up on sports altogether; he even stopped watching the ball games in favor of hanging out with the wrong crowd. The Kovach’s they either didn’t notice or didn’t care when the soon-to-be-hardcore-thugs showed up at the door looking for Davy. 

Instead of going to ball games David bought drugs some of which he used and some of which he sold to the kids at school for more cash or, for the girls, certain favors they might like to perform for him.  Not sex, well, not full-blown sex anyway but he’d give a good looking girl a joint if she’d let him touch her tits. Give her an eighth-ounce if she let him put his hand down her pants.  The girls who went for that weren’t the type he was really after. They were poor and not always the best looking of the bunch. No, the lookers had money and they paid for their drug of choice with cold hard cash instead of their hard young bodies.

 Growing bolder and brasher by the house, just days after his 14^th birthday David bought his first knife and it wasn’t any kiddie pocket thing but a real switchblade. The handle was black and inlaid with turquoise and the stainless steel blade was 8 inches long it was sharp and shiny.

Just days after making that dangerous purchase at the local pawn shop he went and paid Kim a visit.  Kim was special, not only was she outrageously pretty, she liked him more than Danny. That was a small miracle in itself. Almost everybody liked Danny more than Davy since Danny was always so quiet and polite.  In fact, Kim didn’t seem to like Danny at all, while the other girls sometimes went out of their way to talk to him or catch his attention (not that the little worm would notice!) Kim hardly spoke to him at all.  David thought that maybe she liked rougher guys or maybe she was intimidated by how smart Danny was but either way it didn’t matter the fact remained plain and simple; Kim preferred his company over his brothers.  Top that off with the fact that all the guys talked about her and her firm ass how it swayed side to side under the short skirts she wore so often, they all wanted a piece of that but, for whatever reason known only to God, Kim wouldn’t give them the time of day either.  Her attentions seemed reserved only for David.

Today David was in more luck than he could have wished for seeing as how Kim’s parents were out for the day.  She let him into the house and they went down to the basement which had been made over into a sort of den/wreck/TV room thing. There was an old couch, a couple of chairs, small TV and a bunch of games down there. She brought him a Coke and a bag of chips and for a while they sat together, holding hands, and watching Gilligan’s Island. The softness of her hand in his made him think of other things.  It was a Friday and Kim said her parents wouldn’t be home until after mid-night seeing as how they’d gone to Danville to visit Kim’s Aunt Kathy who’d had a baby two days ago.

 Sitting all alone in the basement he asked her if she wanted to get stoned, that was nothing new, they often got stoned together out behind the school during lunch. Kim smiled prettily for him and nodded her dark head. David rolled a fat joint. “Got something else,” he said pointing to the brown paper bag he’d brought in with him. “Way better than Coca-Cola.”

“What is it?” She asked.

Upon lighting the joint David was kind enough to introduce her to a bottle named Boones Farm.  They drank the bottle of Strawberry wine and passed the fatty back and forth. Kim scooted closer to him on the couch while Gillian’s Island turned into Batman and then Star Trek.  Halfway into the old sci-fi show Kim turned to him and quite unexpectedly she kissed him. Not any small peck on the cheek or the lips, nah-huh. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him in close and gave him a big wet on right on the lips.  Suddenly David’s body tingled from his head to his toes.  That thing between his legs, that animal that kept him up at night because was so hard that it hurt it roared to life and his own arms pulled her even tighter to him.

Two fourteen year-olds making out on the basement couch while mom and dad aren’t home certainly isn’t a new thing—well except to the two teenagers involved anyway. Her tongue, like her pretty little breasts, was warm and soft. His young and very inexperienced hands fumbled and grabbed at her until she squealed in pain and pulled away from him.  “What? I’m sorry, what?” David asked breathlessly.

“They’re attached,” she griped holding her sore breasts, “they don’t come off, Davy.”  Kim’s young breasts were red where his hands grabbed her too hard. “We have to stop anyway, if my dad finds out he’ll kill us both.” Kim warned and reached for the t-shirt he’d slipped over her head earlier. David wasn’t going to give it back to her. At first she thought he was playing with her as he held it just out of her reach but there was a glint of something cruel in his blue eyes. “Davy quit screwin’ round, gimmie the shirt.” For a moment that glint of cruelty grew brighter and she felt a pang of fear just before he tossed it at her.

“Whatever, I gotta go anyway.” Davy huffed and got up with his young cock hard enough to cut diamonds.

Kim reached for his hand. “Don’t be angry, I’m sorry. Davy, please.” She didn’t really want to stop she was just scared of what her father would do if he ever found out. They were strict Catholics and just having him here and being alone with him would be enough to send dad through the roof. That didn’t stop the place between her legs from tingling in fact she was so wet she thought for sure Davy could see a wet spot on her shorts. Certainly he could smell it, she could.

In her voice there was something frightened and submissive Davy liked it and it made that hard cock of his twitch inside his Levi’s.  “Yeah, see ya.”

“Don’t go.”

Five seconds ago she was telling him to get off of her and now it was ‘don’t go’….what was wrong with chicks?  “What?”

“My parents they won’t be home for hours,” she explained, “I hate being here alone, please stay.  I can cook something.” She offered quickly. “Just stay a little while longer…please?”

That frightened submissive crack in her voice grew louder. “A'ight. Not too long. I gotta get back.”  That was a lie, no one was going to look for him or be worried about except maybe Danny.  Kim made him something that resembled spaghetti and meatballs, tasted pretty well but it repeated on him the rest of the night.  Somewhere along 8:30 he left her house and headed home after one of the sweetest good-night kisses he’d ever get in his entire long life.

End Chapter One Of The Life Of David: Blood Ties II
By Moon Mistress
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