Maxine held onto her part time job for the weekends, but she went back to school. She stayed on the cheerleading squad figuring that it would be okay ...or a couple of months.I was not at all pleased with the situation. I might have only been seventeen, but I was not a brain dead seventeen. Maxine was back in the environment where she had been a punchboard for Spaulding, Ellsworth and several others and now those assholes knew that she was pregnant and they also knew that they couldn't make her. I didn't know he was part of a swing orchestra. I can phone him when I get home, I've got his number somewhere."Cate's enthusiasm was infectious and I hated to bring her down to earth. "So what other tracks will you do?"The enlivened face vanished. "You're right. If I am going to hire a band and a studio, I need much more than one song." She glared at me. "Ok, Mister. You're the one who started this, find me some more songs."I sat back down at the computer and opened 'my music'. I began. “I’ll pay,” Emily said as she beat me to giving the money to the man on the counter.“Suits me.”“Well, you did save my life – I should probably buy you dinner,” she smirked.“Yeah, but I wrecked your swimsuit.”“So buy me a new swimsuit.”I nodded. “Fair enough.”We waited in silence until our burgers were ready, then made our way to the usual bench and tucked in.“Hey, um, thanks,” Emily said through a mouthful of chicken. “You know, for saving me. Don’t think I've said that yet.”“Well, it gave me. I'm fine here. But let me help you out, you appear toneed a slight wardrobe adjustment. It seems your skirt is a bit too tightafter that big meal."He moved forward as he spoke, coming up from behind me. With nohesitation, he deftly pulled down the zipper at the back of my skirt.With a slight tug, he worked the waistband free of my tied apron and thenslide it down my thighs until it fell of its own weight around my ankles.A sudden surge of cool air on my naked butt cheeks caused goosebumps.