She kissed her back, firmly. The rest of the guests were getting quite a show. With Amy tucked under her arm she came to me. ‘Hi, Jimmy. Glad to see...me?’ The pleading in her eyes moved me. ‘You know I am. If you can get that little bundle of energy to let you go I’ll show you how much.’ The next few days were joyous. Of course they had to go shopping and came back with two sets of matching bikinis. I noticed as long as I was with them on the beach people left us alone, but if I didn’t go out. "And all of them with girlfriends and shit, that's just a smokescreen." Nah. Believe me, my girlfriend is not a smokescreen." Yeah, right. You're all fags. You are a fag." Believe what you want," Warren said, not wanting to get into it. "Can I get by, please?" I don't think so." They moved in closer to him. "Y'see, we've decided you're a fag. And you know what we do to fags?" Yeah, what Reverend Watson says we should do to fags?"Oh shit, Warren thought, they're followers of that gay-bashing. It drove her crazy, the way he acted. She wanted to hit something, anything, any one. She wanted to rage, to scream, to sob. Instead, she took a deep breath through her nostrils, and the spoke in a curt, measured tone. ‘I’m great. For the rest of my life, I’ll be great. If you’re ever curious again, remember that I already told you how I am. You’re not supposed to be calling me. Do it again, I WILL call the police. Don’t think for a second that because you got off this time it will happen. I'll give you a tour of all the places that high school kids hang out, and then on future dates you'll be able to express your preferences."Dottie took me on a grand tour of downtown and places around Jefferson High. She even included the better restaurants as well as the drive-ins. We drove by theaters, some distant parks including a few that were famous for kid's drinking parties. All of that took a good hour and a half."Dottie, I appreciate your showing me around. I have all the money we.