“I’d have to drag it back and forth on Thursdays,” Kristen pointed out.
“I’ll see if Mr. Proilet has access to a keyboard. He’s young enough, and I think I remember him telling me that he used to be in a rock band when he was in college.”
Kristen laughed at her mental image of my teacher in a rock band, but agreed that it might be a workable idea.
When we were at our apartment, Kristen took some deli-sliced roast beef from her refrigerator, some French bread, and then started making a gravy using some beef stock in a can.
Showing me the deep fryer and a bag of frozen French fries, Kristen told me to cook the fries while she prepared some sandwiches. This quick meal quickly became one of our favorites. I made her promise me that we’d have French dip sandwiches often.
I did my homework at Kristen’s apartment while Kristen lovingly sucked my cock in her slow, minimally-distracting way, and just before ten o’clock, she took me to my house.
The next day, I found Mr. Proilet before school started, and he said that he was unsuccessful in getting Ms. Taylor to reprieve me from my detention, and that if I really thought her actions were unfair, I might want to talk with the assistant principal or, even better, the principal. Mr. Proilet even offered to accompany me if I wanted.
I thanked Mr. Proilet, but decided to avoid any more confrontations with Ms. Taylor and just do my assignments after school. I also reminded him that I’d be in the library during third period, and told him about my idea of having Kristen on electric piano. Mr. Proilet lit up at my suggestion and said he had a keyboard in his attic and Kristen could plug it into one of the amplifiers we had at the school.
Sherry found me in first period and asked me what happened in English. I admitted that I had no idea and that it all seemed to have come unexpectedly. We didn’t get to talk much before History class began.
When third period arrived, Camille was near the entrance of the library. I handed my pass to the librarian, and then Camille led me to a table near the back of the room.
“We need to talk, Jim.”
“This is about Kristen, right?” I asked.
“Yes,” Camille answered. “It’s also about your Lucky Tickets.”
What the fuck? How did Camille know about them? The only people that knew were Merry, who didn’t know anything about their powers, and Patty and Kristen, who were obligated never to tell anybody.
“Jim, I know about the tickets. I have always known about them, even before you did.”
My jaw dropped to the floor. “What… What are you talking about?”
“Yeah. You gave me number six, not knowing that they don’t work on me.”
I was just too confused. “They don’t work?”
Camille sighed. “I can’t tell you too much about them. My sister Debbie owned them for a while. She gave me her first one. I saw them last August and avoided them like the plague. I saw what they did to Debbie. Now you have them.”
The story was confusing. “You avoided them?”
“I can’t say anything more about that,” Camille said, frowning. “Debbie owned them for about six years.”
“Tell me about them,” I begged.
Camille looked around the library. There wasn’t anybody else around, but she looked nervous. “Can we meet after school?”
“Usually, Kristen takes me home, but I have detention today.”
“You have detention?” Camille asked. “Whatever for?”
“I’m not sure, actually. Teacher said I was disrupting class, but all I did was say ‘Hi!’ to Sherry before class even started.”
Camille looked at me strangely. “Sherry looked upset during practice yesterday.” After a moment, Camille said, “That means you missed out on your band rehearsal, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah. Mr. Proilet tried to talk some sense to Ms. Taylor, but she didn’t want to hear any of it.”
“Ms. Taylor… English class?” Camille asked.
“Yeah.”
Camille shook her head. “Oh, boy. I’ll try to find Kristen and tell her that I’ll drive you home this afternoon.”
I nodded absently, and said, “Kris and I have a date tonight.”
Camille smiled and said, “I know. Kristen always gets all the hunks. We really need to talk, even if only for a couple of hours.”
“Kristen knows about the tickets.”
Camille looked at me strangely. “I didn’t know whether you’d tell her about them after what you did to her with them.”
“It’s hard to explain to a girl why she’s addicted to my cock and sperm without telling her the truth.”
Camille said, “I wish I could have warned you, Jim, but you really need to find out for yourself the problems that those tickets can cause. I didn’t even know what you did to her until the next day, when it was too late.”
I shrugged.
Camille sighed. “My sister found them when she was fourteen,” she said. “I was twelve and you were about nine. We were actually walking to your house to baby-sit you. I remember that day vividly. However, I can’t tell you more until we’re completely alone.”
“May I tell Kristen afterward?”
Camille shrugged. “Find out the story and then figure out what you’ll tell Kristen. Some parts you will probably not want to tell.”
Once again I shrugged, since I didn’t completely understand.
The class bell rang, and I headed to the lunchroom. A few minutes after I arrived, I saw Kristen and Patty walk in together. Patty went onto the serving line, and Kristen smiled at me and gave me a kiss.
“What’s up, lover?” Kristen asked.
“Camille wants to talk with me after school. Would you mind if I have her drop me off at the apartment?”
There was a sparkle in Kristen’s eyes as she answered. “Hot date at Lake Shore Point, huh?”
“I think that might be where we’ll go, but I only have eyes for you, my fair Goddess.”
That earned me a bigger kiss. Since we were in the middle of the cafeteria, we drew some attention. I could hear people saying, “Way to go, Oogie!” but I ignored them for the most part.
At our table, Patty was sitting with Toby again, and he was telling Patty about me giving him my silver trumpet and some earplugs as a present. Patty smiled at me as I approached the table with Kristen. Patty told me that she and Toby broke up, but it seemed that their friendship remained. I was happy for them.
“You weren’t in music class today,” Toby said when he noticed me.
I shrugged. “I met with somebody.”
“You weren’t at jazz band yesterday, either. Mr. Proilet has us working on Pink Panther again.”
“I’m on detention until next Wednesday,” I said.
“Ooh,” Toby said, feeling my pain. “That sucks!”
Patty looked at me. “Why are you on detention? What did you do?”
“It beats the hell out of me. It’s as if Ms. Taylor has taken a sudden dislike to me. I said ‘Hi’ to Sherry Jordan before class started, and Ms. Taylor told me that I was disrupting class and I was on detention for a week.”
“This was before class even started?” Patty asked.
“Yeah. It’s kind of crazy, actually.”
Patty seemed upset. “So, what are you going to do?”
“I’ll write essays for the next week,” I said.
Patty, Toby, and even Kristen shook their heads, but nobody had any real suggestions for me.
I found Sherry before eighth period, and told her that I wouldn’t say anything to her, so Ms. Taylor wouldn’t have anything else to pin on me. She told me she understood, and even gave me a hug in the hallway.
My essay assignment this day was to write about a happy moment that I would like to relive. The subject didn’t seem to be as punishing as the last one about the importance of education, and it didn’t take a lot of thinking for me to come up with a happy moment. In the past few months, every happy moment involved Kristen.