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"Hey, cut that out!" he said, his hands wobbling on the steering wheel. "You keep your hands off my girl! He shouted at Howie."

"Howie! I'm not your girl!" Ramona turned to him and smiled.

"Yes you are! After tonight…?" Jason was furious.

Ramona ran her fingers through his hair smiling.

"Jason! Tonight didn't mean anything! Just because we did some things… that doesn't mean…!" She shook her head and looked at Howie.

He at least seemed to understand. He was holding her hand and squeezing it.

"I mean, I bet Howie here doesn't think that your sister Tanya belongs to him just because they did some stuff together tonight! Jason, you're so foolish!"

"I am not foolish! I think, if that's your attitude that you're disgusting! Burton was right about you! You really are the wrong kind of girl!"

Ramona sighed and stared out the window. If Jason only knew how Burton was speaking from experience. She almost had an urge to tell him how she had given her very first blow job to none other than his stepfather, and that his stepfather had loved it!

"And leave my sister out of this! If that's how you feel, Howie Manilow, then you can get out of this car this minute! I'm not driving you home, or anywhere!"

Jason suddenly felt very loyal to his sister. He felt he had to protect her honor. He braked the car. They came to a sudden stop. They were out on the shoulder of Interstate 41. It was a clear night and the moon and stars were shining in the sky.

"What a lovely night it is," Ramona breathed looking above her.

Howie was waiting somewhat uncomfortably. Was Jason really serious.

"Come on, I'm waiting. Get out of this car!" said Jason to his best friend.

"Oh Jason, be serious, we're not going to leave Howie out here. And if that's the way you feel then I should get out of the car myself. Come on, let me out!"

She started to try to climb out over Howie but Jason pulled her back down.

"Sit down, Ramona! Come on, sit down! I don't want you to leave. Come on!"

She sat back down in the car and all three were silent.

"Want to smoke some grass?" Howie asked in the silence.

Howie and Ramona had both smoked before, but Jason never had. He knew his mother and his stepfather would really kill him if they ever knew that he was fooling around with any drugs. But he felt so miserable now, and he had been feeling so great before! He took the joint and tried inhaling.

But he was also a young man who was on the football team and he had never even smoked any cigarettes. It was against the coach's rules. So he didn't know how to inhale. Ramona and Howie tried to instruct him.

"Keep your lips slightly open. And try to draw in some air when you inhale," Ramona leaned over and explained to him while he smoked. He took in too much smoke and started coughing.

"Like this," said Howie taking the joint from him. Howie inhaled expertly. He held the breath in his lungs for a while.

"See – try to hold it in your lungs for as long as you can, then let it out slowly, like he's doing," Ramona said. They watched the blue smoke pour out of Howie's nostrils.

"You can tell if you really inhaled if it comes out your nose," said Howie.

Suddenly his head started to reel. That last toke really gave him a hit.

"I don't need you to tell me," Jason said indignantly.

Ramona puffed and got a hit too. It made all parts of her body go tingly. Her very fingertips tingled, and all the skin covering her body felt like thousands of tiny fingertips. Her senses long to be touched. She longed to be touched all over. She passed the joint to Jason. Then suddenly, she and Howie were kissing!

Howie had his arms around her and was pressing her tits to his chest.

"Hey! What the hell do you two think you're doing!"

Jason was jealous and he was pissed as hell. Why the fuck did Howie have to come along and fuck everything up? He pulled Ramona out of his friend's arms.

She now lay across Jason's lap. "Mmmm, Jason," she said. "Kiss me. Let's fuck again." She was wrapping her fingers around his neck and pressing against him.

Jason blushed. "I don't like the way you talk. I'm taking you home," he told her.

She and Howie were giggling and laughing and very high.

Jason wasn't high at all. He started up the car.

"Or why don't we have a threesome. A menage a trois?" Ramona was saying.

She and Howie burst into meaningless laughter.

"Yeah, come on Jason. Don't be so uptight," said Howie.

"I have to bring this car back in half an hour, or Burton will be pissed as hell. I'm not even supposed to be driving after dark!" he said.

"I'm not even supposed to be driving after dark!" Ramona mimicked him. "Oh, Jason," she turned to him scornfully in the car. "You'll never be a man, like your father." The words came out before she realized it.

"What the hell are you talking about you didn't even know my father."

"I mean your stepfather!" she said, making things even worse.

"What do you know about Burton?" He was coming to the turnoff to her house.

"It's just that he's my idea of a real man. A mature man. You guys are just kids to me. You don't know really what you want, and you're too shy to really try and get it. I want a real man, that's all." She tossed her long blonde hair.

Jason pulled up in front of the house where she lived with her mother.

"Well, here you are. Thanks a lot for this lovely evening, Ramona," he told her frostily. "I'm just sorry that you don't feel the same way about me, that I feel about you. Or that I felt, should I say. I used to think you were a nice girl. But now I know all the rumors are true. Well, goodnight."

He turned his face away when she tried to kiss him goodnight. But he felt like crying for the first time since he was a little boy.

Ramona climbed out over Howie. "Well at least will you give a girl a kiss goodnight?" she asked him standing prettily beside the car on the road.

"Sure thing. Sure I will," said the stoned Howie.

He leaned out of the car and pressed his lips against hers.

She tongued him out for a moment, feverishly, just because she desperately needed at that moment to feel the power she had over a man. She left him breathless and she knew it.

The headlights of the car lit up her entrance into her house. Both boys sat stunned for a second. Then Howie said: "Wow! What a girl!" He looked over at Jason.

"She ain't shit," Jason said unkindly and he backed the car up.

He dropped Howie off at his house and then he drove home.

Burton was sitting up waiting for him.

"You're a little late son, I told you to be back by ten."

"Sorry, Burton, but I didn't know what time it was."

"Are you all right? You look a little sick or something."

"Naw, I just, had sort of a fight with Ramona on the way home. With her and Howie. You know, I guess you're right about her. She really isn't my type of girl."

Jason said goodnight and he went off to bed.

Burton sat up for a while smoking his pipe. He was thinking of his pimply stepson, sitting in the front seat of the car at the drive-in with the delicious, luscious teenaged Ramona. That girl was prime beef, sirloin steak, wasted on that boy.

Surely Ramona must know that. He'd seen the teasing way she'd flaunted her body, clinging to Jason's arm, when they'd stopped by earlier in the evening.

He knew that she was just trying to make him jealous. It was absurd, ridiculous – the whole thing – Burton Reynolds, a mature, grown man of thirty-five, an architect and established member of the community and a taxpayer, being jealous of his seventeen year old stepson, and all because of a luscious sixteen year old vixen?

He picked up the phone and dialed her number. It was late but he didn't care. He didn't care one bit. He'd been drinking all night and his blood was boiling. He wanted that little vixen. He wanted to fuck her cunt. He wanted to feel her all over, like a man feels a woman. He wanted to make her say she didn't care about his son.