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[Moneytalks]

Maisy

Maisy blushed at Jack's compliment and smiled up at Frankie.
She recalled again how earlier he had seemed so detached. She wondered about that now. It suddenly dawned on her that he would most likely eventually be leaving... leaving Fair Harbour... leaving her...

She felt suddenly, sad. She put a smile on her face as Jack made his goodbyes and he and Toni left the house. She thought again how beautiful it was to see that relationship blooming between them. Which made her think of her and Frankie.

"I... I um... I guess I should be going to..." she said softly.

Frankie looked down at her... his smile was slow coming, but when it did it made her heart to that little flip it always did when he focused on her like that.

"Frankie... before I go... I was wondering... could we talk about something?"

He raised an eyebrow at her sudden serious tone but nodded carefully.

"I'll walk you home... can't be too careful these days... " he grinned.

Maisy giggled... "Oh sure, with the amount of military around Fair Harbour I doubt very much I'd be in any trouble, Mrs Moore... thanks for the hospitality... oh... by the way, do you know anything about a dance being organised? I heard some girls talking about over a thousand sailors due in on the Quincy... that's an awful lot of boys... " her face trailed off as she thought about where those boys were heading. She instinctively reached for Frank Jnr's hand and squeezed it gently. He would be one of those boys soon, if he had his way. Did Bette Moore even know he'd enlisted yet?

She tried to keep herself upbeat, forced herself to smile again as she awaited Bette Moore's answer.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Bette Moore

Maisy’s question caught Bette by surprise. In all the excitement over the U-boat incident and tonight’s big dinner she had almost forgotten about the Quincy.

“Oh yes, dear. There’s a USO Dance on the Pavillion Pier tomorrow night. Seven o’clock.” Bette smiled. “There should be quite a turnout. Toni’s been working very hard on the preparations. I think Mr. Carmody said there would be about sixteen hundred sailors.”

She felt a pang at the thought of John Carmody. She had asked him to come to dinner tonight, but he had declined the invitation, saying that he had a pile of work to do. Under different circumstances she would have wondered if he might be using work as an excuse to avoid seeing her. More than a few busybodies in town had spread the rumor that the two of them were involved, and she knew that John was very concerned about propriety. But with the Quincy due to arrive tomorrow, John really did have a ton of work to do. Tonight, at least, he wasn’t dodging her. She couldn’t say what might happen tomorrow or next week.

Still, she really wanted to see him. Maybe she would stop by the OVS tomorrow after lunch and see if she could lend a hand.

“So,” she said, pushing all thoughts of John Carmody from her mind. “Thinking of going to the dance, Maisy?”

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel Thor

"Claire, Claire Fouree....." the name rolled off my lips. I prounounced the 'Fouree' with my best Parisian accent - my French honed by two years as attache at the embassy in Paris before the war. "Perhaps you are French, mademosille?" Claire was no more French than the #1 engine on 'Liberty Belle' (my B-17), but I wanted to talk with this lovely young woman some more.

"And, my home is, or was, in Sacramento, California. My parents are both dead. Pop was retired military and a state senator before he died. Now my home is wherever Uncle Sam sends me. I have no real ties to anything except the Army Air Corps." Pausing for breath I wondered what in the world was causing me to babble on so......

 

[Guest]

Frank Jnr

Oh damn! He hasn't asked her!

With the excitement of signing up, he has completely forgotten about tomorrow night.

"Oops! Sorry, Maisy, it completely slipped my mind. I was going to ask you if you wanted to go."

As he blurts out his apologies, he sees his mom giving him a dirty look. His mother has always been protective over Maisy, even more so since he told her he had joined the army.

"What does Maisy think about you joining up? Have you even told her?" she had said to him at the time.

And when he had admitted he hadn't.

"That girl's crazy about you! Have you thought how this will affect her? No, I suppose you haven't. That's the trouble you, Frank Henry Moore. You never think about anyone except yourself!"

She didn't speak to him for the rest of the evening.

"That's okay, Frankie." Maisy replies.

He feels another prang of guilt.

Why is she always so nice to him?

"I better get you home." he says, wanting to get out of the house.

 

[Moneytalks]

Maisy

"That's okay Frankie..." she heard herself saying.

"I better get you home." says Frank, giving Maisy only enough time to smile a fond "Goodnight Mrs Moore, I hope I'll see you there then!" to Bette Moore as she was lead out the front door.

Maisy managed a soft laugh... "I was wondering whether I'd have to go it alone actually... didn't want to presume you wanted to go with me..." she faltered into silence... hoping that hadn't sounded as bad as she had felt. She shrugged off the melancholy she could feel creeping up on her, she really wanted to enjoy her time with Frankie... she had a feeling it wasn't going to last long, and she hated herself for feeling that way.

Instead she threw him a smile, full of warmth and love and slipped her hand into his. The evening was warm and the stars were putting on quite a show. They walked in silence for a while, both of them lost in their own thoughts.

"Jessie Hutton's brother enlisted today..." Maisy broke into both of their silences, "Jessie says her mother wasn't too happy about it, he's only 17, still needed her to sign the permission slip, it was horrible apparantly, but in the end she signed it."

 

[sojournerwolf]

Carter Moorehouse Sims IV

The train platform is all but empty. Some trainees from the nearby base had jostled Sims a bit as they got on while he was stepping off. He'd just looked at them with a vague expression behind those glasses he did not need.

Like the glasses, the vague expression is merely facade. His eyes miss very little as he looks around. A car passes on its way towards the harbor. Sims glances at his watch. Soon it'll be black out time and he needs to get to the boarding house soon.

Looking around again and seeing no one, not even the ticket man at his booth, Sims walks over to the trunk and bags the porter unloaded. With a strength belieing his slender appearance, Sims hoists the trunk and carries it to the edge of the platform, then returns for his bags. He sets them carefully near the trunk, for what they contain does not need to be handled any more roughly than necessary.

Sims wonders if there is a cab service in this burg called Fair Harbor. He's about to go back and ask the old man at the train booth when a car pulls up and a voice asks from the open window.

"Hey, buddy. You need a lift?"

 

[ariosto]

The usual route from the Moore house on Oak to Jack's lodging on Hampton would have taken them down to High street and then through increasingly busy neighborhoods to West End. But Toni drove them in almost the opposite direction winding through less settled neighbor hoods until they came to stop on an overlook above the town.

"This is Pinnacle Hill Jack. A pretty notorious place. On a weekend night we wouldn't be the only car here...well that was before the war. Maybe now we would."

Jack opened the door and walked to the front of the car. Down below, Fair Harbor stretched out before them. Twinkling lights gradualy thickening and then abruptly cut off by the blackness of the ocean. He could see the bright glow of Patterson's in the distance and beyond, the mourneful sweep of the Beaver Rock Light, that seemed to look out to eternity...

Toni joined him and slipped her arm through his.
"Nice." He said, " I never knew this place was here...
Why did you call it notorious?"

Toni looked at him and grinned.
"C'mon Jack you must have a clue!"

He pulled her too him and kissed her, tasting her lips, touching her tongue.
"Because...so many virtues were lost here. Including mine." She whispered, "Now kiss me again."

He began with her lips and then went to her flushed cheeks and soft warm throat. His hands were fumbling with the small white buttons along the back of her dress when she mentioned the blanket in the back of the old Plymouth.
They spread it out between the car and a small copse of birch and mountain oaks. The moon had risen and the lights in the town were slowly going out.
Toni had unbuttoned her own dress and jack had discarded his shirt. Their eyes were sweeping each others body like explorers finding the promised land.
It had been so very long for Jack. His cock was hot and throbbing with urgency, as it had been since the first kiss tonight.
Leaning over he cupped Toni's firm breasts in his hands and raised them to his lips even as she reached behind to unsnap the brassier that held them up to him so temptingly.

He fervently hoped he could at least hold off long enough not to embarass himself.

 

[SexyChele]

Claire

I giggle at the sound of my name in a French accent - one of the first times I've ever heard that.

"Hey! That's pretty good! I don't know any French myself, and I imagine there is some French in my background, but who knows for sure?"

I listen as he tells me where he is from, a little of his background, and find I start to make myself a little more comfortable. Heck, the dinner crowd isn't materializing as I'd thought, and as long as Mel doesn't catch me, I'm OK.

"So, you're from California, huh? The land of perpetual sunshine and all those gorgeous movie stars! You know, not to brag or anything thing, but some folks around here tell me I look like a little like Ingrid Bergman. Can you imagine that?"

I giggle a little at the thought, before continuing....

"So, you would be what is termed a 'military brat'? That must have been pretty interesting. And your father a state senator. Well, you have impressed this small town girl! And now you are at the beck and call of Uncle Sam. Well, I hope you find it interesting? I've always thought flying would be fun. Yes, I know. Most people from here laugh at me, call me a dreamer, for wanting to learn how to fly. But I think it would be a blast to get into one of those planes, fire up the propellers, and just soar right into the sky beyond the clouds."

As I speak, I realize that I'm using rather exagerated hand movements, and when I stop, my hands are well above my head in something like a 10 year old's gesture at flying a plane. The Colonel is looking at me with a half-amused grin on his face, as I collect myself, lower my arms, and straighten out my uniform.

"Yes, well," I begin, laughing at myself, "I guess you can see that I get a little carried away with things I feel passionately about."

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel Thor

"Ma Cherie, you are the spitting image of Ingrid Bergman." With that, I reached out and took the hand that had been gesturing above her head, brought it to my lips, and kissed it. I intended the gesture to be a frivolous bit of repartee. However, as I held it, a strange feeling rushed through my body. Hiding my emotions behind a smile, I asked, " Would you really like to fly, Claire Fouree? For if you would, I would be pleased to teach you how."

'Now where did that come from?' I wondered.....

 

[SexyChele]

Claire

At his compliment about me looking like Ingrid Bergman, I blush. When he takes my hand and places a very "continental" kiss on it, I blush deep red.

I can't help but giving him a shy smile at his act of gallantry - what girl could resist that??

But it was his next comment that caused my heart to race. Me? Learn to fly? Could it be?

"Oh, Colonel, do you mean it? You could teach me to fly? Oh, I'd LOVE that. But....well, I know you must be a very busy man, and I don't wish to intrude. However, if you're serious, I'd be crazy to pass up such an offer!"

I realize my cheeks are still flushed, but this time with excitement....

 

[Guest]

Frank Jnr

Silent, Frank listens to Maisy as he walks her home.

He realises that she is upset for not being asked to the dance, even though she is not trying to let on.

"Jessie Hutton's brother enlisted today..." Maisy broke into both of their silences, "Jessie says her mother wasn't too happy about it, he's only 17, still needed her to sign the permission slip, it was horrible apparently, but in the end she signed it."

Frank tries to reply but just clams up.

How did Maisy feel when he told her that he had joined up?

Bringing them both to a halt, Frank turns Maisy towards him.

"Maisy, you never told me. Are you sore at me for joining up? Especially as I did it without telling you first?"

 

[Moneytalks]

Maisy

"Maisy, you never told me. Are you sore at me for joining up? Especially as I did it without telling you first?"

They had stoped and now she looked up into his earnest face... his eyes seeking out hers, trying to decipher her true feelings. She loved him. Felt like she'd always loved him. She believed she always would. She loved him enough to realise even before he'd enlisted that... that he was looking for something more. She tried to tell herself it wasn't her he was running from... but his life... the perfect life that had been mapped out for him... before he'd even begun to experience what life was all about. It was just... the war... it felt like... all the women seemed to realise how horrible a thing it was... but the men seemed blind to it. To the young men... and yes... boys even... it was all an adventure... it was excitment... it was heroic.

"I... Frank..." she sighed turning away from him... unable to look into that gaze and think straight. She didn't want to say the wrong thing... to push him away further than he already seemed.

"I'm not sore at you Frank... I know how important this is to you... I guess... I guess I just worry about you getting hurt... that's what we're all worried about isn't it?" Her shoulders were slightly slumped... she felt tears pricking the back of her eyes but she forced them to stay away. She wouldn't cry... Lord... that was the last thing he needed to see right now.

She turned back to him. Her smile was there, albeit a little sad. "I hope you find what you're searching for Frankie... and I hope you come home to Fair Harbour one day... I hope... I guess I hope you know that... that I'll be here waiting for you... if... if that's what you want..." her voice trailed off into silence.

"Geez..." she managed a soft laugh... "listen to me getting all melancholy... and with a dance to look forward to tomorrow with the handsomest man in Fair Harbour!" She smiled brightly. She slipped her arms around his waist and hugged him tight.

"I love you Frankie..." her voice muffled against his solid chest.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

At Pinnacle Hill...

http://www.Bibracte.dreamwater.org/ATWAS/ritaplaid.jpgAs Toni unbuttoned her dress, Jack removed his shirt. She looked at him, thinking how beautiful his body was and how she longed to touch him, feel him, love him. Her dress slipped slowly off her shoulders to the ground and Jack cupped his hands around her breasts. Covering her mouth with his own, he wondered how long he could hold back as she reached behind herself to unfasten her bra.

Stepping away from him, he watched as she slid her arms slowly through one strap and then the other before letting the bra fall away. Her breasts were large and the moonlight accented the blue tracings of the veins that travelled under her ivory skin. She smiled as he stepped closer, her nipples already hard as Jack began to explore her body with his hands, his mouth on the curve of her neck.

She gasped with delight as his lips found their way to her breasts, her own hands wandering over his shoulders and back. Her fingernails tracing light patterns over his skin, then kneading the taut muscles, massaging and pulling him closer. Her hand slipped down between them, searching. Finding. Fingertips caressing and tracing a pattern through the material of his pants, along the length of him. Feeling his desire fired her own even more.

His own hands traced down her belly. He could feel the heat and dampness of her passion as his fingers rubbed, teasing her from the outside of the satiny smoothness of her panties. Grinding against his hand, Toni pulled him back up. As their lips met in the beginning of a kiss that seemed to last an eternity, her lips parted invitingly. Their tongues met, tentatively at first before circling, swirling, surrounding each one to the other in a tropical heated dance.

"Ohhh, Jack" Toni murmured into his mouth. "I want you so." He uttered a deep gutteral moan as he picked her up and carried her to the blanket. Laying her down, he took his pants off quickly and joined her. He didn't want anything between him and the velvet sleekness of her skin against his tumescent cock.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Bette Moore

Bette sighed and shook her head as she watched the front door close behind the kids. Maisy was trying to be brave, but the hurt was clearly visible on her face. That Frankie! At times like this she wanted to take him and shake some sense into him. He was a good kid, but he could be so thoughtless.

This wasn’t the first time he had been inconsiderate to Maisy. He had enlisted without telling her, and when Bette found out, all hell broke loose. They had said some unkind things to each other. She had accused him of never thinking of anyone besides himself, and he had accused her of nagging him to death. They had eventually reconciled after an evening of tense silence, but ever since then Bette had tried to step back a little. She had reminded him about the USO dance a couple of times in the past week, but she had not “nagged” him about taking Maisy. But when she thought about the girl’s sad face, she wondered if she should have “nagged”, just a little.

Bette sighed again and sat down on the living room sofa. It was hard to know where to draw the line. She knew a day would come when she would have to let go of him, although she tried very hard not to think about that day. But, war or no war, Frankie was eighteen years old. He’d have to learn to make his own way in the world, without his mother holding his hand, as much as it might hurt them both.

Even so, she sometimes wondered if Frankie appreciated what he had in that girl, or if he just took it for granted that Maisy would always be there. That had been Bette’s mistake with Frank Sr., and she’d had occasion to regret it bitterly in the months after his death.

She hoped her son wouldn’t repeat her mistake and end up with the same bitter regrets. But because he was so much like his mother, she sometimes feared that he would.

 

[ariosto]

Jack Becker

Toni Moore was the best thing that had ever happned to Jack and he wanted to do this right. He wanted to do everything to please her, to take his time with her but oh GOD, how long it had been! And here she was,the moonlight playing on her beautiful skin, looking like a movie star. He wasn't sure that this was all really happening.
Who was he but an ex-con, a dried up pug with a welders torch. She could have anybody...like that Coast Guard officer who'd bird dogged her all day yesterday.
They'd moved to the blanket, dropping the last of their clothes on the way.
He stretched out on one arm beside her and traced rings around her nipples with his fingertips, watching them respond. Leaning over, his mouth descended on each of the delicate tips, one by one. He sucked the hard bud into his mouth and then opened his lips wide, trying to engulf as much of her warm breast as he could. His tongue pressed into the tender center and then rolled around the sensitive bud.

Jack's hand was already moving down her silk soft skin and slipping between her legs. Toni shut her eyes and responded by taking his aching cock in her hand. It jumped at the touch.

"Oh damn, Baby be careful"
he mumbled,"You don't know how close I am."

His fingers were rubbing and sliding into her moistening sex. This and the touch of his tongue and lips on her breasts were rapidly bringing her to Jack's level of eager desire.
He stopped and looked at her.

"Are you sure of this Toni, there's other ways of..."

"Don't wait Jack. Please, do it now,...do it now..."

Her last words were whispers against his ear as he opened her and entered her, pushing deep until everything he had was sheathed inside Toni's sweet, warm body.

 

[ariosto]

John Carmody

"How are you Bette?"

Carmody sat in the phone booth in back of the Harbor View Diner.

"Oh yes...very busy."

"I would've liked to come over. You know how much I like your cooking."

"No of course not. Not just for that....
Everything go allright tonight?"

"Yes....Yes...."

"I need to meet the boy. A prize fighter you say!"

"Oh my yes, I've heard of him....I'll look up some old sports stories in the morgue."

"No not tonight...I'm at the diner."

"Leftovers?...I.."

"Alone you say. Just Davy..."

"Yes I could drop some by later, Maybe Toni would like to read them."

"I see my dinner coming...
In a little while Bette."

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel Thor

"Claire, I never kid.....unfortunately. I would love to teach you to fly. Now, of course, I am not talking about a B-17. I have an old J-3 Cub that I play with occasionally. Tell me when you can find time. I will be waiting."

'She is lovely when she blushes,' I thought. "Claire, perhaps when you are finished with your shift, you might find time to talk to an old flyer. I would be honored - of course, a pretty girl like you must have a boyfriend. How could I be so rude?" I was somewhat rusty at this kind of small talk. Strangely enough, my thoughts were loftier than figuring out how I could............

 

[SexyChele]

Claire

"Oh, Colonel, I would just love to learn how to fly! Just the opportunity would be wonderful! Thank you! Sundays and Mondays are my days off. Will either work for you?"

At his next comment I think briefly of Jeremy......but, spending some time talking to this man would be no different than what I do at the USO...

"Well, to tell you the truth, Colonel, I do have fiancee - Jeremy Baker. He's in the Navy somewhere in the Pacific at the moment."

Again my hand brushes the letter I'd just received that day. I look up and give the Colonel a bright smile.

"But, sure, I'd like to talk to you some more. My shift ends at 10, that's another hour away, if that's not too late?"

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel Thor

"Claire, unless my duties get in the way, you will be dancing over the town on Sunday. I would love to pick you up after your shift - shall we say just at 10?" As I waited for her answer, I looked staight into her eyes - dancing and sparkling with life.....

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Bette Moore

“All right, John. See you a little while.”

Bette hung up the phone, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might jump out of her chest. Her tone of voice had been calm all through the brief conversation, belying the giddy excitement she felt at the sound of his voice. Her earlier fatigue was gone, and now she was re-energized. John was coming over!

It was almost eerie that he would call her, as if he had sensed that she was thinking about him. She had wondered if the rumors might be getting to him, and if he would begin to distance himself from her. Now it looked as though she need not have worried. She thought that she should probably not get her hopes up too much, but she couldn’t help it. John made her feel better about everything. He made her happy – why was that so hard for the nosey parkers to understand? Didn’t she deserve to be happy?

Instinctively she looked around her, checking for anything that might be out of place. But that was silly – she had done all the cleaning earlier, and everything was still tidy. She took several deep breaths, willing herself to calm down. John wouldn’t like it if she started acting like a silly lovesick girl around him.

Once she had gained some control over herself, she went upstairs to her vanity table and touched up her face and hair. With that done, she headed back to the stairs. She passed by Davy’s room on the way and saw that his door was open a crack. He was lying on his tummy on the floor, poking through his trading cards. She stopped, then knocked once on the door. “C’mon in,” his voice floated out to her.

Bette opened the door and stepped inside. As always, Davy’s room seemed on the verge of chaos, with books, comics, and trading cards scattered everywhere. She stood looking down at him, a bemused smile on her face. He looked up from the floor and grinned at her. “Hi, Ma,” he said.

“Hi yourself,” she said. “Did you have a nice time tonight, Davy?”

His grin broadened. “Oh yeah! Mr. Becker’s a swell guy. I can’t believe I had his card and everything. Next time I see him, I’ll get him to autograph it for me. Think he will, Ma?”

“I don’t see why not.” She studied his sweet face, so innocent and trusting. And then the memory of the U-boat incident flashed into her mind, and she realized how lucky he was to be alive. Suddenly there was a lump in her throat and she had to look away. Her eyes stung.

“Ma? What’s wrong, Ma?” There was a shuffling sound as he scrambled to his feet and came over to her. His hand squeezed her shoulder. “Hey, why’re you cryin?”

She looked back at him and forced a smile, trying to push back the tears. “Oh, honey, I was just thinking about yesterday. If – if anything had happened to you, especially so soon after your dad –” Her throat worked as she struggled to fight back a fresh batch of tears. She couldn’t speak – instead, she threw her arms around him and hugged him tight. He stood perfectly still, as if he didn’t quite know what to do. He was just old enough to be embarrassed by “baby” stuff such as displays of affection from his mom.

“Aw, Ma, don’t cry, okay? Please?” His hand hesitantly patted her back. “I’m all right. Mr. Becker made sure of that. It’s over, Ma. You don’t have to worry, honest. So please…don’t cry.” His voice went up a little bit, and he sounded as if he might cry himself.

She squeezed him just once more, then pulled back, smiling at him. A tear was running down each cheek. She was going to have to fix her face again. “I’m sorry to blubber all over you, Davy,” she said. “It’s been a rough couple of days. But you’re right. It’s over, and you’re safe. And I’m so glad for that.”

He smiled back at her, and she kissed his forehead gently.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Sophie Kelly

Nels leads me into his Packard as I feel the effects of the alcohol and his previous closeness hit me like a ton of bricks. Looking at his strong profile I am overcome by my emotions. I slide over closer to him, nibbling his ear, and run my fingers up the length of his leg. My fingers find the button and zipper of his uniform pants, adeptly releasing his semi erect penis from its confines.

Leaning over his lap I guide the tip of his penis into my awaiting lips. His legs stiffen and the car swerves at the shock I am sure he is experiencing.



OOC: sorry for the delay in posting...had family matters to attend.

 

[SexyChele]

Claire

My eyes danced at the thought of actually soaring in the sky above, especially with some one as good-looking as the Colonel.

"Yes, 10 it is, then. I'm looking forward to it."

I give him a big smile, as I pick up the now cold coffee pot and hurry to finish cleaning up so I can leave on time.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel Thor

With a shake of my head and a bemused expression, I lever myself out of the booth and head for the door. It is a nice evening, but I think I will drive around town for an hour. I have not been here much; my duties seem to keep me on the base.

As I push the door to the diner open, a Tommy Dorsey piece blares from the jukebox. My eyes catch Claire's in the mirror behind the counter. With a bit of a grin, I push off into the night. My staff car (a Chevy, painted olive drab with the big white star on the door) is just around the corner. I rate a driver, but I prefer to drive myself. I hitch up the belt that contains a .45 Colt service automatic. Even here the war has come close. One can never be too careful. Besides, I have standing orders for everyone in the wing to be armed at all times......

 

[SexyChele]

Claire

I beginning cleaning up, cleaning up the coffee pots, gathering dirty dishes, refilling condiments. Not very stimulating mentally, so my mind wanders......am I doing the right thing? Should I even be seeing this man after work? There are still people around, and some one is sure to notice and talk. Do I care any longer? Yes, I love Jeremy.....but Jeremy is somewhere in the Pacific Ocean and I'm here. My heart is suddenly pierced at the callous thought.

Oh, Claire, really! A good looking man offers to talk to you when you get off of your shift and look at what you turn this into? Sheesh....get hold of yourself!

I manage to finish up 15 mins early, and hurry to the back to change out of my uniform. I hurriedly take off the pink and white uniform and change into the dark green dress that hugs every curve and matches the color of my eyes. I brush out my shoulder length hair, until the waves are soft and silky. A touch of lipstick, and I slide into the matching high heeled shoes. As an after thought, I touch a little perfume behind each ear. I look at myself in mirror in the ladies room and decide that things will do.

Coming back into the diner, I see I still have a few minutes. I grab a coke and notice Mr. Carmody is still there. Walking up to his booth, I greet him with a friendly "Hello".

"Well, hi, Claire. How are you this evening? Going out?" he smiles at me.

"Yes, well, sort of...."

He gives me a bit of a quizical look before continuing...

"You will be at the dance tomorrow night? With all the new young men in town, we need all the help we can get."

"Yes, Mr. Carmody, you know you can count on me. I'll be there."

Just then I thought I saw a car pull up in front of the diner...

 

[Guest]

Frank Jnr

(ooc: Please refer to other thread for intro to the Deak Tannen character).

Gently, Frank pushes Maisy away from him and then, placing a hand under her chin, he brings her face so that she is looking straight into his eyes, caressing her cheek with his other hand.

The way she looks at him feels him with a certain warmth. He knows that she is one of the most popular girls in school who could go out with any boy or man in Fair Harbour and for some reason, she is with him!

"Hey!" in answer to her last comment, "It's me that meant to come out with the lines - not you!"

They both laugh and then he sees a tear forming under one eye. He wipes it away.

Then with his face suddenly serious (possibly because it has been a long time since he since he last told her), he says quietly:

"I love you, Mai" (he always calls her 'Mai' during this moments).

Frank then drops his mouth down onto hers and gently but firmly starts kissing her. As the kiss deepens, he brings one arm around her to hold her close to him while the other hand comes round the back of her neck and starts to gently stroke it.