disappeared like a kid with candy. Then he'd had to tell himself it wasn't really wrong unless he took her hymen.
After two weeks of touching and kissing and rubbing against each other, he'd picked her up and driven with her to a hotel on the outskirts of Amarillo. They'd taken it all the way that night, and he'd leaned the difference between sex and making love. He'd learned the difference between sex where just his genitals were involved, and sex that involved his soul. He'd learned that being inside of Daisy Lee burned hint up and left his chest aching. And the whole time he'd known it was wrong. He'd known Steven loved her as much as he did, but he'd told himself that Daisy was right It was okay as long as Steven didn't find out.
In public, he and Daisy behaved as they always had, as friends, but it hadn't been easy. Seeing but not touching had driven him insane. Watching her walk down the school halls or jump around in her little cheerleader skirt, had made him insanely jealous.
He hadn't been the only one driven crazy by their situation. Daisy had always wanted him just as much as he'd wanted her, and when he couldn't meet with her, which wasn't often, she'd accuse him of not loving her. Of being with other girls. She'd tell him she didn't love him anymore, then the next chance they got, they'd tear at each other's clothes and satisfy the lust that burned too hot.
Neither of them wanted to hurt Steven and they decided to wait until he left for college to be more open about their relationship. Steven had been accepted to the University of Washington, and after high school graduation, he planned to live with his sister and brother-in-law until he could afford his own apartment. Both Jack and Daisy planned to take classes at West Texas A&M, about seventy miles south. They'd planned to tell Steven that they were in love when he came home for Christmas that year.
Jack rose from the piano bench and moved into the dark kitchen. He flipped on the light and opened the refrigerator. He pushed aside a quart of milk and reached for a Lone Star instead.
Being with Daisy had been like having one long orgasm while on a roller coaster. Damn exciting, but not if you wanted some calm.
He popped the top off his beer and tossed it on the counter. Two weeks after he graduated from high school, his parents had been killed in a car wreck. They'd been out driving in their '59 Bonneville when a drunk driver hit them. That old Pontiac may have been built like a tank, but it hadn't been built with safety features. His father had been killed instantly. His mother died on the way to the hospital. And at the age of eighteen, he'd suddenly become responsible not only from himself but for Billy too.
Jack raised the bottle to his mouth and took a drink. Whenever he thought back on that time in his life, he had a hard time remembering details. He'd been torn up and confused and scared. And just plain raw. His whole life had changed in an instant, and it had seemed that the more he wanted space to think, the more clinging Daisy got. The more he pushed her away so he could breathe, the tighter she'd held on to him. He remembered the night he'd told her they needed time apart, that he needed time away from her to think. That he didn't want to see her for a while. She became hysterical. Then the next time he saw her, she was Steven's wife.
He recalled exactly what she'd been wearing that night. A blue sun dress with little white flowers. She and Steven had stood in his front yard and asked him to come outside. He remembered walking toward her and her looking so good to him that he'd wanted to grab her and hold her and tell her to stay with him forever.
Instead Steven told him that the two of them had married that afternoon. At first, he couldn't believe it. Daisy didn't love Steven. She loved him. But he'd taken one look at her guilty face and knew it was true. He grabbed her and told her she belonged to him, not Steven. He tried to kiss her and
After two weeks of touching and kissing and rubbing against each other, he'd picked her up and driven with her to a hotel on the outskirts of Amarillo. They'd taken it all the way that night, and he'd leaned the difference between sex and making love. He'd learned the difference between sex where just his genitals were involved, and sex that involved his soul. He'd learned that being inside of Daisy Lee burned hint up and left his chest aching. And the whole time he'd known it was wrong. He'd known Steven loved her as much as he did, but he'd told himself that Daisy was right It was okay as long as Steven didn't find out.
In public, he and Daisy behaved as they always had, as friends, but it hadn't been easy. Seeing but not touching had driven him insane. Watching her walk down the school halls or jump around in her little cheerleader skirt, had made him insanely jealous.
He hadn't been the only one driven crazy by their situation. Daisy had always wanted him just as much as he'd wanted her, and when he couldn't meet with her, which wasn't often, she'd accuse him of not loving her. Of being with other girls. She'd tell him she didn't love him anymore, then the next chance they got, they'd tear at each other's clothes and satisfy the lust that burned too hot.
Neither of them wanted to hurt Steven and they decided to wait until he left for college to be more open about their relationship. Steven had been accepted to the University of Washington, and after high school graduation, he planned to live with his sister and brother-in-law until he could afford his own apartment. Both Jack and Daisy planned to take classes at West Texas A&M, about seventy miles south. They'd planned to tell Steven that they were in love when he came home for Christmas that year.
Jack rose from the piano bench and moved into the dark kitchen. He flipped on the light and opened the refrigerator. He pushed aside a quart of milk and reached for a Lone Star instead.
Being with Daisy had been like having one long orgasm while on a roller coaster. Damn exciting, but not if you wanted some calm.
He popped the top off his beer and tossed it on the counter. Two weeks after he graduated from high school, his parents had been killed in a car wreck. They'd been out driving in their '59 Bonneville when a drunk driver hit them. That old Pontiac may have been built like a tank, but it hadn't been built with safety features. His father had been killed instantly. His mother died on the way to the hospital. And at the age of eighteen, he'd suddenly become responsible not only from himself but for Billy too.
Jack raised the bottle to his mouth and took a drink. Whenever he thought back on that time in his life, he had a hard time remembering details. He'd been torn up and confused and scared. And just plain raw. His whole life had changed in an instant, and it had seemed that the more he wanted space to think, the more clinging Daisy got. The more he pushed her away so he could breathe, the tighter she'd held on to him. He remembered the night he'd told her they needed time apart, that he needed time away from her to think. That he didn't want to see her for a while. She became hysterical. Then the next time he saw her, she was Steven's wife.
He recalled exactly what she'd been wearing that night. A blue sun dress with little white flowers. She and Steven had stood in his front yard and asked him to come outside. He remembered walking toward her and her looking so good to him that he'd wanted to grab her and hold her and tell her to stay with him forever.
Instead Steven told him that the two of them had married that afternoon. At first, he couldn't believe it. Daisy didn't love Steven. She loved him. But he'd taken one look at her guilty face and knew it was true. He grabbed her and told her she belonged to him, not Steven. He tried to kiss her and
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