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I’ve been playing since I was twelve, but I want to do more than just play.”
    “What else?”
    “I’d like to try writing, arranging. And I’ve always had the urge to be a disc jockey.”
    “You have the voice for it.” He certainly did. She remembered her first appreciative surprise upon hearing it earlier. But it went on now, turning attention away from himself.
    “Enough about me. I hear you’re into music, too.”
    “Grades one through six, Sky Oaks Elementary.”
    “Do you like it?”
    “I love it, with the rare exceptions like yesterday during the Christmas program when Keri Helling and Dawn Gafkjen got into a fight over who was going to be the pink ornament and who was going to be the blue one and ended up crying and getting the crepe-paper costumes all soggy.” She chuckled. “No, seriously, I love teaching the younger kids. They’re guileless, and open, and ...”  And they don’t gawk.  “And accepting,” she finished.
    Just then Jeff returned with Patricia, and introductions were made as Brian and Patricia shook hands over the front seat. Theresa had known the girl for years. She was a vivacious brunette, now in her second year at Normandale Community College. She was waiting to step into her former status as Jeff’s girlfriend the moment he got out of the service, though they’d agreed to date others during their four years apart. So far, though, the attraction had not faded, for each of the three times Jeff had been home, he and Patricia had been inseparable.
    When the pretty brunette turned toward the front, Theresa was chagrined to see her and Jeff share a more intimate hello than they’d apparently exchanged inside the house. Jeff’s arms went around Patricia, and her head drifted to his shoulder while they kissed in a way that sent the blood filling up the space between Theresa’s freckles. Beside her, Brian sat unmoving, watching the kiss that was taking place in such a forthright manner it was hard to ignore.
    Goodness, would they never stop? The seconds ticked away while the music from the radio didn’t quite conceal the soft murmurs from the front seat. Theresa wanted to crawl into a hole and pull the earth over her head.
    Brian laced his fingers over his belly, slumped low in the seat, dropped his head back lazily and politely turned to gaze out his side window.
    I am twenty-five years old , thought Theresa,  and I've never known before exactly what was implied by “double date.”  She, too, gazed out her dark window.
    There was a faint rustle, and, thankfully, it was Jeff’s arm lifting from around Patricia’s shoulders. The wagon chunked into gear, and they were moving at last.
    At the theater, Theresa made a move toward her purse, but Brian stepped between her and the counter, announcing unceremoniously, “I’ll get it.” So, rather than make an issue of the four-dollar expenditure, she politely backed off.
    When he turned, she said, “Thank you.”
    But he made no reply, only tipped his shoulders aslant while slipping his billfold into a back pocket where the beige wales of the corduroy were slightly worn in a matching square that captured Theresa’s eyes and made her mouth go dry. He turned around, caught her gaze, and she wished she’d never come.
    Things got worse when they’d settled into their seats and the movie began, for it had an “R” rating, and exposed enough skin to create sympathetic sexual reactions in a sworn celibate! Halfway through the film the camera zoomed in on a bare spine, curved hips and a naked feminine back over which two masculine hands played, their long, blunt fingers feathered with traces of dark hair. A naked hirsute chest rolled into view, and the side of an apple-sized breast, then—horror of horrors!—an upthrust nipple, controlled by the broad, dark hand. A bearded jaw eased into the frame, and a mouth closed over the distended nipple.
    In her seat beside Brian, Theresa wanted more than ever to simply, blessedly,  die.