Spirit of 76/ A Blast to the Past

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I ws looking through my parents old high school yearbook, The Spirit of 76 . My parents graduated in 1976 and I was born in 1980.

Look there's Dad, high school quarterback. Made All-State and accepted a scholorship to play at LSU. Projected to be an All-American before he went down with a knee injury during his junior season.

Looking on through the book.......

WOW, there's Mom. Tall, blonde and gorgious. Legs that go on forever in those dresses that they wore back then.
Mom was a majorette in her high school band. Feature twirller her junior and senior years.
Homecomming queen, elected Most Beautiful
two consecutive years.

She followed my Dad to LSU on a band scholorship where she was a member of the majorette line with the Marching Tiger Band.

HHHHHHHmmmmmmm, I'm feeling sort of sleepy. Think I'll take a quick nap....................

 

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Bill Johnson, 22 years old, blonde hair, blue eyes, 6'2", 200 lbs, very fit .

Wow, rubbing my eyes, "Wonder how long I slept."

MMMM, 5:00 in the morning, gotta get the paper and get to work. (I am an assistant football coach at my parents old school.)

Getting the paper a sleeply walking back inside...
Looking at the Sports page... "Terry Bradshaw had a good game yesterday for the Steelers...... TERRY BRADSHAW, WHAT THE....." I looked at the date, September 1976..... "What kind of joke is this"?

I've gotta get to work....... I arrive at the school to find that things are different, "Where's my parking spot"? I park in visitors parking. I enter the school..... There's Mrs. Thomas, the principals secretary. "Why is she wearing those cloths, why does she look so young"? "Mrs. Thomas, can you help me"? She looks at me and smiles, "Oh, you must be the young man here for the interview for the girls P.E. teacher.....

To makew a long story short, somehow, here I am in 1976, at my parents old high school and I've just been hired to teach Girls P.E.

I go to the gym for my first class of the day. THe girls, my frinds Moms in my real life, are entering the gym from the dressing room. OH MY GOSH, There's Mrs. Perkins, my best firend Bob's Mom.... wow isn't she a little hottie in 76. NO, NO, NO There's my Mom, what if she recognizes me.
wait.........she don't know me . The girls are dessed in their t-shirts, shorts and gym shoes. They gather at mid court, I blow my whistle. Hello ladies I'm Coach Johnson, your new gym teacher.

 

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Angela (Angie) Collins ( Bill's mom )

Angie sat on the bench in the middle of a huddle of giggling girls.
They were speculating about the previous coach who had mysteriously given up his job and seemingly disappeared from the town, not just the school.

"But I saw him ... on Saturday ... down the mall..."

Angie's eyes widened then she shook her head.

"You did not ... anyways ... you were supposed to be on a date with Mike Lanson ... what happened...."

She was just drawing close to prompt Bev to give the details when a whistle blew.
As one the girls sighed and dragged to their feet.

"Hello ladies I'm Coach Johnson, your new gym teacher."

Angie loitered at the back as her friends pressed forward for a better look at the new teacher.
Angie reached down to straighten her short lil' socks and gave an exaggerated sigh.
Sure she enjoyed gym, but the last teacher had been a pushover. He'd had no idea how to keep a bunch of teenage girls under control or interested and so the lesson had turned into a social gathering.
It wasn't that Angie disliked gym. She was agile and skilled, but where best to catch up on the gossip and eye up the talent of the field of course.
She gave a heavy sigh and straightened up noting that the other girls were gathered in a tight circle and were strangely attentive.
God ... if they were quite literally going to play ball with this new guy ... she thought in disgust.

Just then the group seemed to part and Angie found herself staring into the eyes of the new coach.
Her mouth fell open in surprise.
God ... he was ...
He was speaking to her ....
She blinked, knowing she had not heard a word so far.

 

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Bill Johnson

Wait a minute, thinkng to myself and looking at my role, I know all of these womwn, da, girls. Why don't the names look familiar? Where's Angie Johnson? Then it dawned on me, maiden names..... these girls are still in high school, they have their maiden names.

"Beverly Anderson", I called Bob's mom's name as I started down my role. "I suppose you go by Bev"? I knew that she did, I was at her house every day for like all of my life. THe woman is my Godmother. "Here, and yes I go by Bev". She actually winked at me, This ain't right..... I called the role down to Mom's name, "Angela Collins, Angie"?

 

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Angela Collins

"Angela Collins, Angie"?

Angie glanced around at the eyes that seemed to home in on her.
She swallowed quickly and smiled at the coach regaining her composure.

"Yes Sir ... I prefer Angie ... "

She moved forwards and positioned herself near Bev and exchanged a raised eyebrow with her.
She could tell they were both thinking the same thing.

 

[Big-n-Hard]

Bill Johnson

I looked at the curriculum for the class and saw that they were suposed to start the year with gymnastics. "Ok, this is cool", I thought to myself, "I'll assign stations and let them do their thing while I just watch". Then I turned the page, the coach must at all times be in position to spot the student and to give help where needed. SHIT, ok, I can do this. I told the girls to get into groups of three's. Mom, Bev and Mrs.Owens, um Carol, (my fiancee's mom) grouped up and went to the tumbeling mat. I watched as the 3 beauties went to the mats. I diverted my attention away from them, "Coach Johnson", ididn't even have to look, it was Bev's voice, "aren't you going to spot us"? GEEEEEEEZ, now I was in trouble......

"Sure Bev, I'm on my way". The first thing that they had to do was a hand-stand. Mom was first in line. She flipped upside down and over onto her back. She just lay there looking at me. "Coach, you're supposed to hold her legs", Carol announced. I knew that, but I was trying my best to avoid that type of contact.. Mom set herself, flipped and I caught hold of her beautiful, smooth legs. Then it got worse, she didn't have her shirt tucked in and it slid to her chin revealing her bra. The other two giggled. I could hear Mom giggeling from beneath the t-shirt which covered half of her head.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Angela Collins

OOC:
Changing to write from Angies point of view to follow your style.

IC:

I stood trying not to giggle as Bev went up to Coach Johnson and put on her best sweet smile.

"Coach Johnson, aren't you going to spot us"?

She could bat her eyelashes and melt guys at 20 paces and it seemed to distract the coach too. He looked somewhat ... distracted as he assured her he was on his waY.
A new teacher ... I a rookie we supposed and a cute looking guy to boot.
We were gonna have fun!

"Me first.. "

I hissed as Bev leaned back at ease crossing her arms about to enjoy the spectacle.
Carole stood just behind me, jabbing me in the ribs and hissing..

"Go on... "

I ran up and flipped, the air gushing out of my body.

"Coach, you're supposed to hold her legs"

I smiled as I heard Carol's mock sweet tones.
Standing again I turned ready to run up.
I saw Carol wink at me and I nodded.
Quick as a flash, she yanked my tshirt out of my waistband.
Again the run up and this time the feeling of his hands on my legs.
As planned the t-shirt slid downwards, smothering my face beneath.

I could hear Bev's and Carole's giggles and was unable to stop joining in.
My body rocked with laughter as he still held my legs in position.

"Coach..!"

I called, my arms collasping as I laughed making it necessary for him to make a grab and try to ease me to the floor as I landed in a crumpled heap, my mid-drift still exposed and cheeks rosy.

I lay there, my eyes on his, feeling his hand trapped beneath my body.

"That was rubbish Angie!"

Shouted Bev.

"Was not!"

I retorted in mock anger.

"It wasn't my fault ... but ... perhaps I need more ... tuition ...?"

My eyes looked deeply into his.

"What do you think Coach?"

I murmured as he eased his arm out from under me and I willed Bev and Carole not to spoil the moment.

 

[Big-n-Hard]

Bill Johnson

As Mom, Angie crashed to the floor, I tried to catch her when I did my hand was pinned under her, palming her ass. I tried to keep me composure although my cock was getting hard at this point.

I tried to put out of my mind that these very sexy girls were my mother and the women who helped raise me, feed me and wipe my nasty little ass when I was just a baby.

Each girl ahd a turn, Each girl had a misshap that led to me getting a feel of leg ass or boob. Finally the bell rang.

The girls headed for the dressing area, I went to my office.

As the girls saundered off to their classes I saw my Mom. The fashions in 1976 were sexy as they were flamboyant. She had on a white halter with tight, tight, tight jeans tht just hugged the hips. There was much too much of my Mom's skin showing in the mid section for me to be happy. "Miss Collins? come here please". she walked in my direction. "I'm not sure that those jeans and that blouse are up to dress code". She looked at me with her beautiful green eyes in a poutty expression.
"I'm going to have to write you up and call your parents".

Then it dawned on me what I was saying, I was going to call Grand-ma and Grand-pa about my own Mother.

 

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Angela Collins

Gym had been hilarious.
We were still laughing when he called me over.
I grinned at the other girls telling them I'd catch them at next class and sauntered over.

"I'm not sure that those jeans and that blouse are up to dress code".

Hell ... that wasn't what I'd been expecting.
Why had he suddenly decided to give me a hard time ... and why me?

"I'm going to have to write you up and call your parents".

I gasped and looked around seeing other scantily clad girls.

"You are kidding right?"

I retorted incredulously.

"It's as up to the dress code as most of the girls around here ... I thought you'd noticed that ...?"

I raised an eyebrow knowing he'd copped a feel of all of us during the gym lesson.

"Can I go now ...?"

I asked sulkily.

 

[Big-n-Hard]

Bill Johnson

I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with my 18 year old Mom.

"Young lady that is disrepect". We looked at eachother. I was looking into the same face that on several occasions chewed me out and now I'm the adult she's the child. "Have a seat".

I knew that she was right, there were other girls dressed showing as much as she and somne even more, but they weren't my Mother. For that matter neither yet was she.

I looked at her. Halter that showed a very fit mid section. Tight jeans that hugged her butt. Those high platform sandels that showed very pretty, well cared for feet.

I called the office and talked to Principal Rayborn. He told me to bring her up to his office. We went to the office together. once we went inside I saw him look her up and down. Principal Rayborn would still be there when I would be in school and here he is oogeling my Mom.
"Young lady", he said, "We will not put up with a disrespectful attitude in this school". he took off his glasses. "Now Angie, I know your parents, I know you well and I'm suprised". Rocking in his chiair, " this isn't like you at all". Whether you agree with Coach Johnson or not, he will be respected". The penalty is corpral punishment". My eyes widened. This was something that I hadn't counted on, I cant do it. Mr. Rayburn looked at me and mom, "Do you understand what we have to do Angie"?

 

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Angie Collins

"Young lady that is disrepect. Have a seat".

I looked up into his face. God this guy was serious.
It was so unfair! But what could I do?
I sat.
I watched him call the Principal.
I had no choice but to follow him nervously up to the Principal's office.

OK ... so I'd been cheeky ... but why was he picking on me?
I remained silent, the injustice eating at me, but fear at what would happen making me mute.

I stood shame faced, eyes fixed on the floor as I felt the Principal's eyes bore into me.

"Young lady. We will not put up with a disrespectful attitude in this school".

I mumbled an answer.

"No Sir ..."

But could not meet his eye.
Beside me I could feel Coach Johnson watching.
Why was he doing this to me?

"Now Angie, I know your parents, I know you well and I'm suprised, this isn't like you at all".

I lifted my eyes to his. I was never in trouble.
I opened my mouth to defend myself, but he continued.

"Whether you agree with Coach Johnson or not, he will be respected"

I glanced sideways at the coach and nodded silently.

"The penalty is corpral punishment".

My attention snapped back to the Principal.
He couldn't be serious!

"Do you understand what we have to do Angie"?

My body shivered in fear.

"N-No Sir .. I ... I've never been in trouble before ... "

I stuttered feeling the tears prick in my eyes.
I turned my head to the coach wishing he would stop what was happening.

"I ... I'm really sorry Sir ... "

Then trying to appeal to the Principal.

"Please ... I ... I won't do it again ..."

I whispered as the two men standing beside me seemed unmoved by my pleas and assurances.

 

[Big-n-Hard]

Bill Johnson

Principal Rayburn reached behind his desk and pulled out the thing that looked, very much, like a frat paddle. It had signatures of other students who ahd received the same punishment. There were two holes drilled into the paddle to cut down on wind resistance.

I looked at the wide-eyed girl sitting in the chair, tears forming in her eyes.

I looked back at Mr. Rayburn, " Sir, what if we give her a different punishment, detention or something... I really believe her when she said she was sorry".

The Principal looked at me, "Coach Johnson, if you let one off, you'll lose control of the entire class, do your duty". He flipped the paddle into the air catching it on the end with the handle extended toward me.

I took the paddle fom him feeling really weak in the knees. "Assume the position Angie", he said.

Mom stood, turned her back to us, bent all the way over with her butt in the air as she grabbed her ankels. When she bent over, her jeans sid down far enough to give Mr. Rayburn and I both view of the upper portion of her butt crack. I looked at the older man and saw him looking at Mom's rear-end.

I flipped the paddle handing it back to him, "Sir, I can't do this". Waht I was really thinking is that "I can't spank my own Mother, even if she hadn't really given birth to me yet...Confusing, huh?

He took the paddle from me," give it here rookie, let me show you how it's done". He looked far to happy about his task at hand.

 

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Angie Collins

" Sir, what if we give her a different punishment, detention or something... I really believe her when she said she was sorry".

I beamed at him gratefully, but he smile froze as the Principal became still more insistent.

"Coach Johnson, if you let one off, you'll lose control of the entire class, do your duty ...
Assume the position Angie".

I blinked and then realised what he was expecting me to do.
I shivered and bent over grabbing my ankles, presenting my ass to Coach Johnson who now toyed with the hated paddle.
I tensed ... waiting ...

"Sir, I can't do this"

I heard those words and felt still more gratitude.
At least he had never intended for me to be in so much trouble.
Perhaps now ...

" ... give it here rookie, let me show you how it's done".

The other man's voice held derision.
I tensed doubly.
Principal Rayburn had the reputation of being over ... eager ... on the use of corporal punishment.
Any excuse it seemed and out came the paddle.
I remembered that now ... I had never had any cause to before.
I shuddered in anticipation.
I would have much prefered Coach Johnson to administer the punishment.
At least he would not have enjoyed it as much as the Principal.

SWWAACKKKK

I jumped giving a squeal as the paddle hit my flesh, making my ass bounce.
The flesh burned as I grasped my ankles tightly.

SWWAACKKKK

I bit back another cry, giving a soft whimper instead as again my ass bounced and burned.

SWWAACKKKK

"Aahhhhh "

I couldn't hold back the cry as I felt the other cheek of my ass sting under the blow of the paddle.


SWWAACKKKK

I tried to stop the tears, although they spilled over.
Surely four strokes was enough for my minor offense.
Please... let it be over soon ...

 

[Big-n-Hard]

Bill Johnson

4 licks found her ass. Hearing her squeal and cry caused a lump to form in my throat.
Also the idea of this man, a man who someday be my Principal getting joy out of spanking the woman who would be my mother, was sickening. But not as much as seeing that hea had gotten a MAJOR hard-on in the process.

Please let it be over, but it wasn't........SMACK
The paddle found its target again.
He then rubbed the flat portion of the board playfully along her butt-cheeks, "Yessiree, you got to make believers of these kids these days"...... then SMACK
the lick raised Moms heels off the floor.

He then walked to his desk and picked up a pad of hall passes, "Here Angie, get off to class, Coach stay behind so we can talk". He handed the pass to my Mom. As she headed for the door she looked at me and through her tear stained face I actuall saw a smile of appreciation.

THe door closed and she was gone..... "Sit down Coach", Mr Rayburn said, "That Angie is one hot little number, yessiree, on nice piece od ass".

I really wasn't wanting to hear that..

"Yep, I'm in your debt Coach, heh, I'd been wanting to paddle her sexy little behind for a llllllloooooooonnnnnng time". Shaking his head, " her butt was so firm....did you see the way that board just bounced off her lil rear"..

I looked at the dirty old man.... "May I go now sir"? "Sure Coach head on back to your next class, good to have ya on board, but don't forget you gotta call that lil gal's folks and tell them about this". Oh great, now I have to call my Grandparents and tell them Mom got her butt spanked.

" I left the office, and who did I see waiting for me"? There stood Angie, my Mom.

 

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Angie Collins

"AAAhhhhhh !"

The paddle bit in earnest now.
I clutched at my ankles unable to stifle a soft sob.

The wooden surface grazed my ass as the Principal rubbed my stinging cheeks making me whimper helplessly.

"Yessiree, you got to make believers of these kids these days".

SWWAACKKKK

The tears spilled over as the force made my entire body rock.
Finally he moved away and I heard him lay the paddle upon the desk.
Tentatively I stood straight, my ass stinging so painfully.

"Here Angie, get off to class, Coach stay behind so we can talk".

I took the pass from his hand without looking him in the eye.
I hated what he had done to me.
Even if I had deserved the paddle ... so many strokes with such force had not been necessary.
He had enjoyed it, whilst ...

I looked towards Coach Johnson.
He looked genuinely shocked.
He had brought me up here, but I knew he had never intended for this to happen ... and he had tried to stick up for me.
I smiled in his direction.
Perhaps he was even in trouble now?
I moved swiftly out of the door and out into the corridor.

I paused and gave a shuddering sigh.
Now the tension had left me, I became aware of just how much my ass was stinging.
I moved my hands tentatively and winced as my fingers made contact with the surface of my jeans.
It hurt.
How could I ever face my friends?
I had maths next.
I hated maths.
I was bad at it.
My teacher Mr Connor was sarcastic ... scathing even ...
I did my best but ...

Tears spilled over at the thought.
I struggled for composure knowing I had to return to my friends and to class or else I would be in more trouble ... and I did not want to give Principal Rayburn an excuse to paddle me again but ... I just couldn't face it ... not now ... not after ...

I turned at the sound of the door opening.
Coach Johnson
If he found me here I'd be in trouble again.
I pressed against the lockers, wincing as my ass made contact with the metal and tears spilling over as I hoped that he'd walk by without seeing me ...

 

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Bill Johnson

SHe was standing there trembeling, I wanted to hug her, my Mom, I hated seeing her like this, but in this life she wasn't my Mom. She's a student, I'm a teacher. Displays of affection wouldn't be the proper thing.

"I'm really sorry", I said looking at her. "I really am". I looked into her eyes, "hopefully someday you and I will talk about this moment and understand everything about it".

"I'm going to my office because I have to call your parents, would you like to go with me"?

"I really think I can smooth things over with them and make it all ok."

 

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Angie Collins

I tried to stand silently, but the Coach turned and saw me.
I held my breath ready for a lecture, but his expression softened, his sympathy causing a few further stray tears.

"I'm really sorry"

I nodded and smudged the tears.

"I really am"

I knew he meant it. I forced a smile.

" ... hopefully someday you and I will talk about this moment and understand everything about it".

I looked at him confused.
What was there to understand?

"I'm going to my office because I have to call your parents, would you like to go with me"?

I froze. Call my parents?
God ... mom and dad would be scandalised.
I could hardly imagine the fuss when I got home.

"I really think I can smooth things over with them and make it all ok."

I met his eyes again and nodded.
How could he smooth things over?
But at least he was willing to try.

"Can I stay with you until the end of this lesson?"

I asked hopefully.

"I have maths but ... "

I lowered my eyes shame faced and rubbed tentatively at my ass.

"Can I... please?"

I repeated, not knowing how to explain how I couldn't bring myself to return to class... just yet ...

 

[Big-n-Hard]

Bill Johnson

Sure, you can stay with me. That won't be a problem. Proper or not, i put my arm around her shoulder and we walked, together to the office.

She sat in the chair next to the desk,well it was really the only place that she could sit in the small office.

I'll just give your parents a call,(this is where I made my first real mistake) I started dialing my grandparents number, which I had done hundereds of times. After I had dialed the first three numbers I caught myself. I looked at Angie's face and I knew with out a doubt, from the half suprised, half confused look what she was thinking. "Oh, uh Angie, could you tell me your number"?

 

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Angie Collins

"Sure, you can stay with me. That won't be a problem."

I smiled up at him, feeling grateful all over again as put a comforting arm about my shoulder and drew me along with him towards his office.

We entered and I stood watching him before moving to sit carefully in the chair beside his desk.
I bit back a gasp as my sore ass made contact with the furniture.
The sting was going, but I could still feel it.
I reached behind to rub my still flaming cheeks feeling them tingling now.

I turned my attention to Coach Johnson whohad picked up the telephone.
"I'll just give your parents a call..."

I nodded then watched incredulously as he began to dial.
How did he know my home number?
Or did he?
After inputting three digits, he stopped.

"Oh, uh Angie, could you tell me your number?"

I nodded and repeated the number watching carefully.
I wasn't sure he needed me to tell him.
I let my eyes rest on his as he waited for the telephone to pick up.

"Are you a friend of daddy's? ... or mom's?"

I asked curiously.
If he was ... perhaps that is why he'd picked on me ... why he'd been more concerned about how I looked rather than criticising the other girls.

I watched curiously as he held the still ringing phone.

 

[Big-n-Hard]

Bill Johnson

OOC: Sorry for my absence, imagine letting a little thing like my career get in the yay of my fun.
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"Are you a friend of Daddy's and Mom's?"

Ok there's an interesting question.
Before I could answer, a fimilialr voice came on the other end of the line "Hello."

"Hello, Gra.....uh, Mr.Collins, my name is Bill Johnson, I'm Angie's P.E. Teacher." I looked at Mom who was begaining to sqirm, "Angie got into a little trouble today.......due to a misunderstanding." I began to see a ray of hope come across her face, "The misunderstanding was all my fault and non on the part of hers."
I smiled at her, "I hope you'll understand that I'm very, very sorry for this situation."

"Well Sir, thank you very much," I was hearing my Grandfather's familiar voice say on the other end.

"Angie's a good girl, never been in real trouble, her mother and I are very proud of her." A tear came into my eye. It was good to hear Grand-pa's voice." In the real world he had passed away two years ago. "Sir, I admire your honesty, How about if you bring Angie Home this afternoon and stay for supper?" This was an invitation I wasn't about to pass up, "Yes sir, I'd love to, thank you very much."

 

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Angie Collins

I eyed Coach Johnson curiously, but he began to talk to my dad.
I tensed wondering what he would say.

"... Mr.Collins, my name is Bill Johnson, I'm Angie's P.E. Teacher... Angie got into a little trouble today.......due to a misunderstanding."

I watched wondering how he would explain everything to my dad.
I had visions of what would have been said had the Principal making a phonecall. He would have done his best to make sure I was in serious trouble at home.

"The misunderstanding was all my fault and non on the part of hers."

My mouth fell open in surprise as he told my dad he had been at fault.
I smiled gratefully back at him as his eyes came to rest on mine.

"I hope you'll understand that I'm very, very sorry for this situation."

I had never imagined a teacher sticking up for a student like this.
He was obviously new to teaching and maybe would soon learn that adults didn't do that ... but I was so pleased that he had was now jumping to my defence and realised he had felt bad about the paddling I'd had.

"Yes sir, I'd love to, thank you very much."

I eyed him curiously as he said goodbye to my dad and hung up the phone.

"Coach .... ?"

I started hesitantly seeing his eyes rest on me again.

"You ... you didn't have to do that ... I ... I was out of line earlier ... I shouldn't have said what I did ... "

I looked down at the floor.

"...it... it's not like me... really ... and I ... I do want to do well in gym.."

I could feel my cheeks burning up in embarrassment but I lifted my eyes finally to meet his.

"I'm sorry ... it won't happen again ... "

I told him sincerely, catching my lip nervously with my teeth, then licking my lips feeling the intensity of his gaze.

 

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Bill Johnson

The sudden urge was to hug her tightly, but I resisted. I told her about the arrangements.

As soon as School was out Angie and I met outside the gym and went to my car.

She was clutching her books to her chest as we walked to my car. She had never seen an automobile like this, (they hadn't been made yet),
Mom has always had this graceful way of getting into the cat and I saw it as she sat in the passangers seat. The familiarity reminded me again of who this really was.

We drove to my grand parents house. She was giving directions but I knew exactly where I was going.

Once we got to the house, my grand-ma opened the door th greet us. She looked exactly as she had from my childhood. Behind her, with that familiar strong jaw line was my grand-pa. They both stopped. Grand-ma looked at me and then him. Mom did the same and a light of suprise cane over her face, like there was something that had just dawned on her... Then I remembered, I'm the exact splitting image of Grand-pa, except with my Moms blonde hair which she had gotten from my grandmother.

 

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Angie Collins

He had accepted my apology.
The stinging in my bottom had dulled to a tingling glow.
I had headed back to class and although he hadn't said as much, I was sure that Coach Johnson would not be telling my classmates of the humiliation of the paddling I had been forced to endure ... and I certainly wasn't in any hurry to tell them all.

I hadn't really been surprised by dad's invitation to Coach Johnson, but I hadn't expected Coach to accept!
I looked round hesitently as I slipped into his car.
I didn't want the other girls to see.
It wasn't that I didn't want to be with Coach Johnson. I was curious about him and sensed there was something ... strange ... different about him ... something I couldn't quite put my finger on.
All the same, I could imagine the gossip if anyone saw us leaving together!

I sat easily back in the passenger seat once we had left school.
I pointed out the way to my home and he seemed to find it easily.
I was no longer anxious that he would let my parents know exactly what had happened at school, but somehow I grew a bit nervous as we drew up outside the house.
I let Coach open the door for me and walked up the steps infront of him and met mom opening the door, a welcoming smile on her face.
I walked past her and smiled as dad rose to meet Coach Johnson.
Coach followed me and came face to face with dad.
I stopped dead.
THAT was what was strange.
I blinked and looked from dad to Coach Johnson.
There was something ... something ... so similar about their features.
But no ... mere coincidence ... Coach Johnson was so fair ... whilst daddy was ...

I watched dad extend his hand and saw the firm handshake they exchanged.

"Angie ... go change ... then come and help set table."

I thought mom's voice was slightly sharp, but rushed to follow her instructions.

"Sure ma ... be right down ..."

I told her and with a last quizzical glance at dad and Coach Johnson, I sprinted upstairs to change.

 

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Bill Johnson

"Come on in and have a seat young man," My grand father said as he lapped me on the back.. "Have we ever met before?" he asked, looking at me with that familiar questioning glance. He asked me how old I was. I told him that I was 22 years old.
"Oh, a young fellow, not more that 5 years older than Angie." If he only knew...... "So, Mr. Collins, you have a very nice daughter," I said just sort of serching for conversation. "Yep, Marie and I are rather proud of her," he said as he lit his pipe. My Grandfather always smelled of cherry tobacco, a smell that I always loved on him but a habit that my grandmother hated. "I just wish that she had better taste in fellows."

"I'sn't she dating Bruce Johnson, the football player?" "Heh, I only wish." He puffed on his pipe twice to get it going just the way he liked it. "That boy follows her around like a love sick puppy, good boy too." Looking at me with a disapproving glare, "Naw son, she hangs with Mike Lawson." MIKE LAWSON.......my mind was spinning.
Mom and Mike Lawson? The guy who would become one of the biggest crooks in the state? Mike Lawson, State Represenitve, owner of a chain Of car dealerships, Lawson Moters, why would she be with him? Where did my Dad fit in? About that time Mom reappeared. She had changed her cloths, She had on short shorts, a t-shirt and was barefoot. Wow hat legs.. She sat next to me on the sofa. "Well", my grandfater said "I'd better go wotside to smoke this thing before Marie has my hide." THe screen door slamming behind him, leaving Angie and I alone. I glanced at her beautiful long legs and then into her sweet smiling face. Suddenly I felt just a bit uncomfortable with my situation.