Chapter 8

Even though Pam still remained skeptical about Harold going out with Daisy Barnes, she did not get ruffled when he left the house late on a Saturday morning.

He didn't tell her where he was going, but she could tell from the gleam in his eye that he was going to see Daisy.

She watched him climb into his Firebird and drive away. He was enormously proud of his car, and Pam was able to tell the change in his overall attitude and the developing confidence that had taken place since Charles had bought it for him.

Charles was gone that weekend to a convention in San Francisco. She had had the opportunity to go with him, but did not feel like traveling that weekend. She wanted to just stay home and relax.

As Harold drove away, he was feeling very good about everything.

His team had won by better than twenty points the evening before, and he had scored twenty-three points in the victory.

Daisy had been very proud of him, and he had met her at the malt shop after the game, where they had celebrated by indulging in hot fudge sundaes.

Now he was going over to see her, and he wondered if her mother would be there.

As he pulled the car to a stop, he observed a car driving away across the street.

He barely got a look at the two people in the car. He recognized the woman sitting in the front seat as Daisy's mother.

He walked up to the apartment and knocked on the door.

"Come in, honey," he heard Daisy's voice boom cheerfully.

He walked inside the living room, observing Daisy wearing a white blouse and cream-colored shorts.

As he observed those beautiful legs once more, he couldn't help but get enormously hard.

"Oh, do you ever look good to me," he said, walking over toward her and planting a firm kiss on her lips.

Once he released his lips from hers, she looked at him and exclaimed: "Let's get smashed, baby." "Oh, I don't go that route." "Why notr

"I'm a basketball player. I have to stay in shape."

"Oh, hell. You can let yourself go a little. Is there a game tonight?" "No. You know there isn't." "I just figured I'd remind you of that fact. And when is the next game?" "It's next Wednesday afternoon." "And this is Saturday. Right?" "Right. What are you driving at?" "Just this. It's quite a while before the next game, honey. So why don't you let yourself go and have a little fun?"

"Oh, hell. I can get my juices high enough without having to get drunk."

"Come on now, baby. We can have a blast. I'll fix us scotch and water." "Wasn't that your folks that just drove off?" "That's right. They're going to the races. They won't be back till late tonight, if I know them. The old man will blow most of his money, then they'll get soused to forget about it." Is that what they usually do?"

"Get soused or go to the races?" "Either one."

"They do both quite a bit of the time," she laughed. "But to hell with them. We only need to be concerned about ourselves, honey. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, I guess that's true."

"Just sit down there on that sofa. I'm going to fix us a drink."

She fixed the drinks in a highly potent fashion, putting in a good deal more scotch than water.

Harold almost choked on the scotch the first few sips he took, but after a while he gradually though reluctantly grew accustomed to the taste.

After three drinks they both began acting very silly.

"Now I've got another surprise for you," Daisy said. "I'm going to get something else you're going to enjoy."

"What the hell are you going to get?" he asked with a giggle.

"Just wait and see."

She walked into the bedroom and took some marijuana cigarettes out of a dresser drawer. Then she returned to the living room, handing one to Harold.

"Now we can really get stoned," she winked.

"Come on, honey, I don't go that pot route."

"Some of your team mates sure do. I've been to pot parties with them."

"Maybe they do, but I never have."

"That's a shameful admission you have to make," she giggled. "Now's the time for you to start."

Harold watched as she slipped a cigarette between her lips, lighting it and taking a long drag.

"Ooooeeee, this is great smoking," she giggled. "If you think getting drunk is fun, just wait until you start smoking some pot."

As he sat there, she walked over and lit his cigarette.

"Come on and start smoking with me, honey, come on and smoke it," she encouraged.

She had been the aggressor all the way, planting the cigarette between his lips, then lighting it for him.

By that time he felt he could not turn away. He would just have to indulge a little. After all, he thought, if he didn't like it after taking a puff or two, he could always stamp the thing out and not smoke any more of it.

But the cigarette had a hypnotic effect on Harold. He took several puffs and was quickly transported into a dream world.

"Isn't this groovy, honey?" Daisy smiled.

"It's the strangest feeling I've ever had. I mean, I just can hardly believe it."

"I know. That's the initial reaction," she laughed. "But soon you're going to start getting used to it, and the more you get used to it, the better you're going to like it. I mean, this is really the super groovy way to have a good time."

Once they finished smoking the cigarettes, an idea emerged in Daisy's active brain.

"You know, I'd sure like to go swimming in that pool of yours," she giggled.

"I'll have to have you over to go swimming."

"Are your folks at home right now?"

"My old man is gone to a convention in San Francisco and my mother told me she would be going out this afternoon. She was a charity bazaar that she is presiding over. This women's club that she belongs to."

"Oh yes, Biddies Unanimous," Daisy burst into laughter.

"I know. I got trouble the other day by calling them a pack of old bags. That is, except for my mother."

"Yes, you certainly couldn't call her that," Daisy nodded. "She's really built. I hope that some day I'll have the satisfaction of possessing a body like hers."

"You're well on your way."

"I know. I just hope I can keep up the good work. She's really stacked. She's quite a beautiful Woman."

"She certainly is. My Dad sure thinks so too."

"He's a real lucky guy. Did you say that she will be gone?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Then why don't we go over there right now?"

"I feel a little too stoned to drive, darling," he laughed. "I mean, I'm seeing things in double."

"That sometimes happens," she nodded. "But you don't need to worry about a damned thing. I could drive your car for you."

"How do you feel?"

"Better than you, I guess."

"Now I don't want you to smash that car up. I'd feel terrible. I mean, it's my pride and joy."

"I realize that, honey. And I wouldn't think of doing anything like that. No, baby, I can handle it. I'm more experienced at drinking than you, and I'm a whole lot more experienced at smoking pot as well."

"Then I guess it would be o.k. I guess you can drive."

"Great. Let's go."

"Aren't you going to bring your bathing suit with you?"

"Of course not. I've got a better way to swim than that. You mean to say you were thinking of going in with bathing suits on?" Daisy looked at him and laughed.

"It has been done that way, you know."

"Yeah, maybe by a lot of uninitiated squares. But I don't go that route. I'm a skinny dipper, baby, that's really the only way to fly, as far as I'm concerned."

"You mean with no clothes on at all?"

"That's what skinny dipping means," she laughed. "Come on, love, let's go."

Harold could hardly get over it. This girl was willing to do just about anything and everything in the name of experiencing kicks.

She got behind the wheel of the car and took it around the corner at a speedy pace.

"Take it a little easier around the corners," he cautioned.

"You really are a worry wart," she laughed. "Just lie back and relax, dearie, and I'll have you home in minutes."

"I just don't want you to smash the car up."

"I won't."

"And I don't want us to wind up getting a ticket or anything." "You really are a worry wart. I can see that

I've still got a lot of changing to do with you."

"Maybe so," he shrugged. "Maybe you're right I don't know."

"Well, I know one thing. I know that the only thing that's really important in life is experiencing kicks. That's what we're going to do. We're going to have one helluva blast."

A few minutes later she drove the car up into the driveway. Harold heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that they had made it home in one piece.

"Let's go right back there and start swimming now," she laughed, getting out of the car and running into the backyard.

Harold jogged along behind her.

"Don't you want to change in the house?" he asked.

"Of course not" she chuckled. "I'd like to change out here, baby. That means, baby, I'm going to have a blast. We're going to have a great time. Just wait until we skinny dip. There's nothing like it to turn a guy and a chick on."

"I know one thing about you. You really know all there is to know about turning on."

"In more ways than one," she chuckled. "I turn on with pot, I turn on with booze, but most important of all, I turn on with hard cocks."

"I guess that's why you turn on with me. As long as I'm around you, I've got a perpetual hard-on."

"You've got it right now," she chuckled. 'I can see the outline of your trousers." "Yes, it shows up." "That it does," she laughed.