Around the supper table of the Thomas Moses family, the daily Cole news was well voiced.
"Yes," Mary Kay, her social activities on her mind, said. "I told Barlow McGee once and for all to clean that country club up! He has avoided my bridge club long enough!"
"It seems as if the residents of this town would take more pride in public places," said fifteen year old Steve, whom peers thought was a "smart alec."
"I agree," said Martha, whose peers referred to her as an "ugly duckling."
"What's been going on in school, children?" Thomas asked.
"The same dull routine," said sixteen year old William, who'd never had a date.
"Something that really bothers me," Martha pretentiously said, "is the way Bill Kazan and Karen Ingram carry on!"
"Oh, I told you long ago," William said, "to just ignore those two!"
"It's just a case of parental control," Mary Kay said. "I guess Ellis and Linda are just too busy with that store!"
"It's only regretful that the children had to turn out that way!" Steve, adding his two cents worth, said.
"You know," Martha answered. "They're--they're so rotten! Why, haven't you ever noticed how that Rosalie prances around? Disgraceful!"
The Kazan family was not mentioned the rest of the night in the Thomas Moses home. Thomas and Mary Kay knew, in the backs of their minds, that their children were having trouble gettingn along with any people their age. Unfortunately, the Kazan children were so popular that they were particularly disliked in the eyes of the Thomas Moses children.
While Thomas and Mary Kay were concerned about this, they seemed to stay too busy to do much about it.
At seven thirty, Bill knocked at the front door of the Ingram home.
"Hi," Karen, attired in tight, cut off jeans and a halter top, said.
The two embraced.
"I'll have that beer now," Bill said.
"Good."
As Karen opened the beer, Bill walked back to her bedroom. He sat on the bed, and propped his back on the large headboard.
Karen handed him the beer, and sat down beside him.
"How long have you known you were pregnant?" Bill asked.
"Not very long--I found out"
"What did you do?" Bill tensely interrupted.
"I went to the Health Department in Natchez. They keep their mouths shut. Then I got this checckup. Oh, Bill, let's talk about something else--I hate to even think about this!" She began softly pinching Bill's hairy legs.
Bill lit a cigarette, and concentrated more on the drinking and smoking than on Karen's actitons. He was, for the most part, concerned about the pregnancy.
Karen planned to get Bill quite drunk before telling him she was not pregnant. However, Bill had no plans to get drunk for two main reasons: (1) He had to face his parents when he returned home, and (2) he was concerned about the alleged pregnancy.
Bill crushed the cigarette out, and was about to light another when Karen grabbed the pack from him, threw it to the floor, and took her blouse off, revealing her large, seductive breasts.
"Damn!" Bill said. "What's going on?"
"Oh, Bill," Karen said, rubbing her hands up and down his body. "I can never forget the things we've done together--the time--on, those Sunday afternoons! The time we got naked and covered our bodies in oil and rolled around in the haystack behind my house! Oh, Bill, don't ignore me tonight!"
Bill took his shirt off, and put his arms around Karen.
"Why did this have to happen?" Bill, almost in tears, asked. "Why did this have to happen to us? Why?" His voice grew louder.
Before Bill could say more, Karen roughly licked his face. They deeply French kissed for several minutes.
Suddenly, Bill lay back on the bed, and took deep breaths.
"More," Karen said, not the least bit tired. "Give me more, baby!"
Bill staggered to stand up and Karen followed him into the kitchen.
"Put your blouse back on," Bill, beginning to grow suspicious, said.
"Why?"
"I said, put your blouse back on!"
Karen followed Bill's command, and returned to the kitchen. As she was opening another beer, Bill sat down.
"You don't look the least bit upset," Bill said.
Karen got herself a beer, and sat down across from Bill. She then took a deep breath, and silently counted to ten.
"Bill," Karen said, "I've got something to tell you that's really going to make you happy!"
"What?"
"I was only kidding!"
"About what?" Bill asked, his expression hardening.
"I--I was kidding," Karen, her voice trembling, said. "About a baby--I'm not pregnant!"
"Look," Bill said, "I know you'd like to be out of this mess as much as I would, but we can't pretend!"
"I swear!" Karen said. "It was all a joke! I'm not pregnant!"
"You're not pregnant!" Bill blushed.
"No!"
Suddenly, Bill grew angry.
"You lied to me! Why?"
Karen had never heard him shout that loudly before, and she burst into tears.
"I love you so much, Bill--I really do! I thought you'd been giving Nancy Naus the eye lately, so I told you I was pregnant, to keep you! You just don't know what you mean to me! Oh, Bill, please don't ever leave me! Please!"
"You're a slut!" Bill shouted, walking toward her.
"But you do love me, don't you?"
Bill, in a total state of shock and anger, slapped Karen across the face.
"Oh, Bill!" Karen cried. "I love you! Please love me!"
"You're a damn liar!" Bill shouted, as he slapped Karen again, twice as hard as the first time.
"Bill, don't you realize how much I love you?" Karen continued to sob. "I told you I wasa pregnant to keep you near me! Don't you realize how much I love you?"
The telephone rang.
Karen looked at Bill.
"Don't you make a damn sound!" Bill said. "Do you want me to answer it?"
"No," Karen, barely audible, replied. "Let--let it ring!"
After ten rings, the telephone finally stopped. Bill sat down, and put his head in his hands.
"Why?" Bill again asked, meanly looking at Karen. "WHY?"
"Oh, Bill," Karen, still crying, said. "I love you! I want you forever! Please don't think of me as a slut--or anything bad. I crave your body, baby! Love me, love me!"
Bill, cooling off, arose, and walked back to the bedroom. He put his shirt on, and returned to the kitchen.
"You're really sick!" Bill said to Karen, as he walked out the back door. "You're really sick! You couldn't pay me to make love to you any more."
Bill then laughed, walked out, and slammed the door. As he was walking to his car, he could hear Karen vomiting in her bathroom.
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