Chapter Two Loud baring music that seemed destructive to Sam's ears was coming from David's room, drowning out the sounds of the headboard knocking against the wall in the small room. Sam walked over, and banged on the door. He swore he heard a girl's yelp on the other side. "David, is somebody in there with you?" "No," David answered. "It's just the television." He flicked on the television in his room, and the sci-fi channel came on playing his Aunt Patty's favorite television show. The sixteen-year-old girl quickly scampered out of the first story bedroom window, and walked away scott free. David unlocked the door, and let his "mother" in. Sam walked toward his "son", noticing that on the bed was a pair of lady's lacy underwear half hidden by the assku bed sheets. Sam picked them up on the tip of his fingers. He was disgusted at what he had caught the boy doing. "What's this?" "Nothing," David defended. "There was a girl in here wasn't there?" 'No," he lied. "I told you that it was the television." "TV sets don't wear women's underwear." "If you makes you happy, I'll admit it," he yelled angrily back. "I had a chick in here, but it's none of your damn business on how she lost her underwear." "I think that you did It with her." "Mom!" "Admit it!" "Mom! Get lost!" "I will not get lost!" Sam told his "son" sternly. "You could die from having sex. It's the 21st century, and a thing called AIDS exists." "There's no AIDS to wherever the hell in time we're going tomorrow, because I know for a certain that I'll be lucky to see a babe in a mini skirt." "Still, there are STD's and stuff like that," Sam told David, "Or the old standby, you could get a girl pregnant that you hardly care for." "Mom! Out!" Sam started to leave the room. "I just want to tell you to use protection, and only have sex if you're in love. That's it." Sam opened the door. "Plus, when we get to 1949, you're grounded for a month." David looked furiously at Sam. As Sam was walking into the kitchen, he saw Kelly covering her right eye. "What's the matter, kid?" "Nutin'" Kelly said, trying to push bye Sam. Sam put his arm on her shoulder, grabbing her arm away from her eye. "Ma! Leave me alone," she commanded. "No, I won't Kelly," Sam said, spying her large bruised eye. He took her into the kitchen and put an eye pack on her eye. "Now, how did this happen?" "I was playing video games over at my friend's house, then I won. Juan couldn't take it, so we got into a fight. He couldn't take loosing to a girl for the uptenth time." "So, you punched him?" "So? David says it's ok to fight." "David does a lot of things that aren't right." "Like having sex in his room." "Oh, really?" From the mouth of a kid! Now, Sam knew exactly what was happening before in David's room. "Yah. He has reached all the way with a girl more times than I reached the highest level of my favorite video game, and I almost beat the game several times." Sam yelled, "David! Come out here!" He slowly meandered into the room. "Yah, mom!" "Kelly just told me that you . . . well, doing things you shouldn't be doing at your age with girls in your room?" "I wasn't doing anything," David stated. "Including keeping your clothes on," Kelly said. David made a fist at his younger sister as Al stepped though the chamber door. "What's going on? Family fight?" "Mom, you have no right in telling me what to do with my body." "What? He wants to get a tattoo or something?" Al asked, noticing David wearing a silver earing. "No," Sam said. "He was having sex in his room." Al took a drag the cigar. "Figures!" He remembered that David did not calm down sexually until he reached 33, when he got married one of the nurses on the base. "As long as you're living under my roof, you live by my rules, and that means no girls in your room." "He learns how do drive in a year," Al commented. "Got this great used car from his Aunt Patty. I remember he usta take me out cruising for chicks." "I don't want you hanging out with him, since you could be a bad influence." "Too late!" Al looked at the teenage boy. "Uh, I mean, too early! We didn't meet yet, in your time Sam." "Kelly, you're grounded for a month for fighting," Sam directed. "And, four months for you, David." "Good thing, Mrs. V forgets that they're grounded." "I'll write her a note," Sam commented. "These kids need disclipline." "Guess I did too, according to you, Sam. Guess I did too." Al was glad that Sam was not his parent, although he longed for a family as a child and teenager. diana beckett (c) June, 2002