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arrogance. It was
the Jock with the milk incident. Oh great.
     
    Leaning his chair back, exposing his
argyle socks, Derek Magnet smiled a cocky smile. “Well,” he said,
leisurely scanning her body from toe to tip, “I always wondered
what my wife would look like.”
     
     
     
     
    That Evening
     
    Petula Clark was singing and
Francine switched the volume up on her HI-FI and threw herself down
on her bed to cry. “I have no friends,” she suffered, “I hate this
house, I hate California…Everyone at school now thinks I’m a
joke.”
     
    Closing her eyes, continuing to
shell out emotion, Francine went over the events of her day. She
was wet…wet and sticky, starting to reek from the milk being
splashed all over her body, but still, something happened to her
today that was more poignant than some embarrassing moment. She met
Derek Magnet…he was her economics partner…he was stuck with her for
at least a week as his make-believe “wife” and was suddenly hers to
freely inspect at her leisure. Why was he so bitchin’ anyhow! She
had never been into jocks before; she was into the studious type, a
dude and straight-A student. Derek Magnet aka “Derrie” to his
closest friends, was athletic, hip, wore mod shirts and was very
popular and she couldn’t believe she was chosen to be his partner?
After his comment, Francine went into student style and gave him
direction on how to establish a household budget and Derrie just
took the route and wrote along with her. After what felt like an
eternity, ten minutes later the school bell rang and he said
nothing more to her, so she said nothing further to him and left
the class feeling a bit short changed from the brief enchantment
they seemed to share.
     
    Rolling her body over, Francine
grabbed her pillow and held it against her body. Hearing the sound
of a motorcycle driving up to her neighbors’ house next door,
Francine got curious and then stumbled over to her window. Looking
down through the trees limbs, Francine viewed two teenagers through
the brush. The fella got off the motorcycle first, then grabbed at
the waist of his passenger and gently placed her down. Leaning her
torso seductively back onto the bike the girl seized the fellas’
body to hers and kissed him long and hard.
     
    Francine then left the window,
“Great,” she said angrily, throwing her pillow to the bed. “And
hippies live next door to me.”
     
    The next morning, Francine
prematurely woke up to the sound of the same motorcycle she heard
the day before. With its engine revving, she squinted towards a
nearby alarm clock horrified: Five-thirty? “Five-thirty!? It’s
five-thirty in the morning? Nobody wakes up at five-thirty in the
morning on a Saturday!”
     
    Francine then covered up her ears
with a pillow; it didn’t help. She pulled the sheets up over her
head; that didn’t help either. The engine noise continued. “God! I
don’t believe this!” She then stumbled out of bed and headed
towards her window. At the sill, she opened up the window only to
hear the noise even louder. She yelled down and out her window,
“Hey! People are trying to sleep up here!”
     
    The fella looked up at her but
apparently didn’t see her through the thick leaves of the tree on
her side of the house. “What?” He yelled back.
     
    “Could you please keep it down, down
there?” Francine yelled back down at him and the fella responded,
but Francine couldn’t hear him through the revving of his engine.
“What? Turn your engine off! I can’t hear you!”
     
    Exasperated, the fella gets on his
bike and revs up the engine even louder and then sped
off.
     
    “Thank you…I think,” Francine ended
up saying, heading back towards her bed.
     
    *****
     
    Nancy and Francine were in their
backyard attempting to garden. Their barren backyard was taking
shape now. Green grass was beginning to grow. Flowers were
beginning to bloom, there was even a squared off area with a white
picket fence around it