The Red Bitch's Revenge

1. GODZILLA MEETSSTUMP

Hey Stump, Ron called out as he and Moses ran Gina down. It hadn’t taken long after Ron got out of prison to find Gina and run her down.

Hey, Stump. Wait up, he called to Gina.

Ron and Moses quickly backed twelve-year-old Gina up against a chain-link fence.

You got me two years in the slammer. Ron slapped Gina across the face. You should have never called the cops. Ron angrily spat out the words. Slapping her across the face again, and again, he grabbed her by the throat, lifting her onto her toes. He then ripped open her blouse and pulled up her skirt.

The sudden pain of his little finger breaking caused him to release his prisoner. Turning, he faced a very tall, thin twelve-year- old Dana.

What the fuck? he yelled.

Moses grabbed Dana by her hair. Dana's well-placed stomp broke three critical bones. He quickly lost the use of his left foot, as he let Dana's hair go with a loud Fuck!

Gina had fallen to the ground when Ron turned to take a swing at Dana; she easily avoided the blow. Before Ron could complete the swing, he felt his sixth rib on his right-side break.

Moses pulled his gun from the back of his pants. Dana kicked in his right knee, breaking it at the joint. His gun flew across the street as he hit the ground. He was not going to stand for quite a while.

Ron tried to kick Dana. She pushed his leg even higher, dropping him on his back. As he hit the ground, Dana dropped a knee in his chest, breaking his ninth rib.

With both men down, Dana turned to help Gina up off the ground. Seeing Gina's eyes grow wide, Dana quickly pivoted to react to Ron pointing a gun at her head. She turned the gun backward toward the ground, breaking more of Ron's fingers in the process. She then threw a palm at his jaw, breaking it, and followed up with a blow to the side of Ron's head; his eyes rolled back as he hit the ground.

With the men down, Dana turned to Gina still leaning against the fence, her blouse torn open, pulling her blouse over her small chest. Dana asked, Are you okay? You're bleeding. Dana saw blood coming out of her nose and lip.

No. No, I'm okay. Gina's eyes, which were rolling around in her head, told Dana a different story.

I'm Dana. They call me Godzilla at school, and you're Stump, right? Dana said, putting her arm around Gina's shoulders. She walked her down the street, turning their backs on the two men lying on the sidewalk. So, Stump what's your real name? Dana asked calmly.

Gina, she said, looking up at her protector.

I've seen you around the school. Dana was talking to her in a calming voice as if nothing had happened. Gina’s whole body was still trembling. As they rounded the corner two blocks down the street, they heard sirens announcing the arrival of the police.

There they are, the crossing guard announced pointing the police in the direction of the fight. The police approached the men with drawn guns. Ron was lying on his back on the sidewalk, out cold with his gun still in his hand. Moses was crawling across the street.

Standing over Moses, the officer asked, Where are you going, buddy?

To get my gun and shoot that fucking kid who did this to me, was Moses's answer.

No worries. I'll get it. The officer said with a chuckle. He had never got a confession so fast.

*

Where do you live, Gina? Dana asked as they walked along. Over off Piedmont. Those apartments. You know.

Oh. That's like ten blocks. My house is just over a few blocks. Let's go there and fix you up. Dana guided her toward her house.

Eve was leaving her house for her shift at the hospital when she saw the girls walking up the sidewalk. The minute she saw the way her daughter was protecting the little girl; she knew something was very wrong. When she noticed the torn blouse and blood on the little girl's face, Eve rushed to meet them on the sidewalk. What happened?

Mom, this is Gina. She goes to my school. Eve had gotten down on one knee and was examining Gina's bloody lip and nose. The wounds had stopped bleeding, but there was plenty of dried blood on her face. The bruises on her face and neck were just starting to get an ugly purple color. Eve then stopped to look at Dana and do a quick inspection. She didn’t expect t see any blood or bruises.

Come with me, honey, Eve said, taking Gina by the hand. We'll fix you up.. As they started walking toward the house, Eve ordered, Dana, talk!

Dana started her story as they entered the house. With Gina in the middle, they headed to the kitchen.

I was coming home from school when I saw these two men. One was beating Gina up, Dana started.

Gina was quiet as Eve sat her in a chair and carefully wiped the blood from her face with a wet towel. Eve checked carefully checked Gina’s eyes, ears, and nose. Looking at the bruising on her throat, she stopped Dana and asked Gina a few questions. Eve was listening to her voice and breathing to determine if there was any other damage.

Go on, Dana. Describe the men. Eve said, as Dana continued her description, Eve opened the refrigerator door, taking out an ever-present ice pack, used for moves gone wrong on the martial arts mat outback. She put the ice pack on the side of Gina’s bruised face. Honey, hold this, it will keep the swelling down. OK, Dana stay with Gina. I'll get her a new blouse, Eve said, on the way upstairs, she stopped and called the police, asking that they bring an EMS with them. Then a quick call to the hospital, telling her supervisor she had a family emergency and wouldn't be in today. Back with the girls, Eve explained that the police had to talk with them.

Everything will be alright. Just tell the truth. Also, I asked for a nurse to give you a check-up. Eve was looking at Gina. Gina, I'm a nurse. So, when I tell you that there is no damage and you will heal, you know I'm telling you the truth.

Gina nodded in agreement.

Gina, I need to call your mom.

I live with my aunt. She's a flight attendant. She won't be home till the day after tomorrow. I can't always call her. My sitter won't be at my house till five, Gina explained.

We should call the sitter then, Eve said.

Her name is Alice, and she’s new. I don't know her number,

Gina answered.

Okay, what's your phone number? We'll call your sitter at five. Eve wrote down the number as Gina called it out.

Dana and Gina were still sitting in the kitchen when a plainclothes detective, a uniformed officer, and the EMS nurse showed up at the door.

Eve led everyone into the kitchen. The detective directed the nurse to check out Gina and document her wounds.

Stepping around the men, she noticed Eve, Oh, Hi, Eve. These your kids?

Just the tall one, Susan. I think Gina, the shorter one, doesn't have any long-term trauma. Other than bruises and a split lip. But you make sure, Eve said.

So, you're a doctor? The detective asked Eve.

No just a nurse. Susan and I work out of the same hospital…You're Detective Lawrence, Eve said, recognizing him, You got shot in the left leg, maybe two years ago. I took care of you at the hospital.

The detective gave Eve a half-smile and shrugged. He had been too doped up to remember. Okay, where is the guy who beat up those other guys? The ones we found on the sidewalk, over near the high school? he asked.

Oh, that was me, Dana said, her eyes wide.

No, the tall one who beat up the bad guys? The detective asked again.

That was me, Dana stood up, showing off her five-foot seven- inch, still growing thin frame.

Detective Lawrence was shaking his head. He began again. The crossing guard saw a tall kid beating up those bad guys. So, who was it?

That was Dana, Gina said, grabbing Dana's arm.

Come on. Who was it? the detective asked again, pointing his finger at Gina.

I believe that was my daughter, Dana, Eve stepped in. She's well capable of that.

Come on; they had guns. Who was it? The detective said, looking around.

Dana, explain to the detective, please, what you did, move by move, Eve said to Dana.

Dana put her hands up in Karate attack pose, No, Dana. Eve said, Tell in detail. Do not demonstrate. Now sit down, please.

Well, I was across the street when I saw this guy slapping Gina really hard, Dana started.

Can you describe him? Was his partner with the guy attacking Gina?

The nurse had finished up with Gina. She handed a report on a clipboard to the detective, who signed it. The nurse took off the top copy and gave it to him.

It is just like you said, Eve. There's nothing that won't heal. See you at the hospital. The nurse gathered her things and made her way out the door.

Okay, where were we? Detective Lawrence folded the report and put it in his pocket.

Dana went on to describe, move by move, what she did and what the bad guys did. A lot of her descriptions used martial arts terms.

Eve would come in and give a more generic description of her moves. After a few more questions, Detective Lawrence was finally convinced. He had to believe the unbelievable. This young girl took on two dangerous men, on purpose, and beat the hell out of them.

Okay, I guess you’re the man. Sorry, you’re what? A tough, dangerous little girl, the detective said, looking for a description.

They call me Godzilla at school because I’m so tall, Dana said. I guess now I’ll never live that name down.

They call me Stump because I’m so short, Gina said, extending her hand to shake the detectives.

Well, I’m delighted to meet you brave girls. Detective Lawrence said. If I ever need help, I’ll give you a call.

The girls giggled.

No, really, he said with his eyes wide open.

The girls giggled again.

The detective stood, wrapping up his most unbelievable interview ever. Under his breath, he said, They’re never going to believe this at the station house.

Detective, would it be okay if Gina stays with us tonight? Eve asked.

Yes, can she, Mom? Dana asked.

Can I stay with Dana? Gina asked Eve, taking Dana’s arm.

That would be great, the detective said. I’ll send a car around to talk to the sitter. But I’m sure it will be okay. I guess the sitter can tell us how and when we can contact your aunt.

Can I call my husband now? Eve asked.

Sure, Mind if I finish up a few notes before I go. I might have another question or two.

Christopher was home in less than fifteen minutes. Detective Lawrence met Christopher outside on the sidewalk.

You have an amazing and brave little girl there. Have her describe how she took down two thugs with guns. She probably saved Gina from rape and death. Amazing. Shaking Christopher’s hand, the detective instructed the other patrol car to wait here and to go to Gina’s house around five, telling them, Make sure they’re not disturbed. Signaling the uniform officer that they were leaving, the detective handed Christopher his card. Call me anytime.

As the detective and the uniformed officer got into their patrol car, the detective said, I hope the press goes easy on them.

They didn’t.

Dana met her dad at the door. She got a great big hug. Are you okay? he asked and then turned to Eve. She’s okay, right?

Yes. And this is Gina, Eve waved her hand toward Gina.

Christopher, with his arm still around Dana, led them all into the library. Eve poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Christopher before taking her seat.

Okay, Dana, what happened? Christopher asked, looking at

Dana and Gina on the sofa.

Before Dana could get beyond, I was across the street, Lars came crashing in.

What happened? Lars was confused. That cop out there gave me the third degree, patted me down, and asked for my driver’s license.

Lars, this is Gina. Gina, this is my son Lars. Lars, Gina’s going to be our houseguest tonight. Eve said.

Hi, Lars, Gina said. Lars gave her a little wave.

Okay, Dana. Start over, Christopher said as Lars took his seat.

Almost an hour later, Dana finished up by saying, I don’t see I had a choice.

Eve had been going back and forth, preparing dinner. Before Christopher could voice his opinion, Eve announced, Dinner’s on the table. Come on.

At the table, Christopher said, I don’t see you had much choice, either. He took a big spoon of rice and passed the bowl on, "But if there ever is a next time, please look for alternatives, He picked out a piece of chicken, from the plate on the table. It could have turned out much worse."

With a little smile, Eve said, You did good, Dana.

*

Dana dressed Gina in one of her nighties. It fell off her shoulders. She then gave her an old t-shirt. It came to Gina's knees. Gina joined Dana in her bed. Dana fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. Gina looked at the back of Dana's head, put her arm on Dana's shoulder, and fell into a quiet sleep.

*

Who the hell is that at this time in the morning, Lars looked over at the clock, it was just after six am. He threw off his covers. Wearing just his flannel pajama bottoms, barefoot, and bare- chested, he stomped his way to the front door, opening the door a mic was shoved in his face and a foot in the door. I’m Tim Slaid. This is NBC can you... Was all the reporter could get out before his mic went flying, and his wrist bent back as the reporter was forced out the door.

You shouldn’t do that. You don’t come into my home unless you’re invited, Lars said, his attention drawn to the front yard. His mouth dropped open as he saw three cameras filming him, then a dozen people in the yard trampling down the hedges and flower beds, digging up the grass. Television trucks with three different logos were blocking the street.

Lars slammed the door putting his back up against the door and his eyes wide, he yelled, Mom, Dad! as he ran up the stairs. Bursting through their door, he found Christopher and Eve already awake from the commotion.

Lars stood there, just waving his hands and arms. Words were not coming out of his mouth. Pointing at the window, he squeaked, News.

Christopher and Eve were looking out the window as Lars came in, Shit. They’re digging up the yard. Trampling the bushes and flower beds. Eve grabbed her robe and headed for the door.

Hold on, a sleepy Christopher said, slowing Eve down. First, go get Dana and what’s-her-name. We’ll all meet in the hall.

Dana and Gina were still asleep when Eve entered. Dana was on her side, and Gina’s arm was draped across her shoulder. Girls, up, Eve ordered, shaking Dana’s shoulder.

Two minutes later, they all gathered in the hall. Christopher had been looking out the window, summing up the situation.

Okay, here’s what we do. First, we all get dressed. I’ll call the detective right now and find out what we should do and what we can or can’t say. They just stood looking at him. Move! he ordered.

Ten minutes later, they were all gathered in the kitchen. Eve had started the coffee. Christopher came in just as the phone rang.

This is NBC news. Can you— Christopher hung up. The news called every thirty seconds or so until Christopher shouted into the phone, Quit calling, Before he could hang up, he heard, "This is

Detective Lawrence," The phone was already a few inches from his ear.

Oh. Thank you. It’s chaotic around here, Christopher said.

So, I’ve been told. A patrol car is on its way. They’ll back them out of your yard and have them park properly. Now, what? the detective asked.

What do we do? What do we say? Christopher asked.

Give it a half hour. We’ll get everything in order. The press won’t be easy on you. The detective was warming up. Do not take the girls out there. Don’t say anything about them. Don’t answer any questions directly.

They won’t like that, Christopher pressed.

I know, the detective said. Just say please respect our privacy, da, da, da.

Okay, we’ll try. Anything else?

"No. Those newsmen are experts at digging things out of you.

Just don’t give in." The detective had no other advice.

Thanks. Christopher hung up and turned to the group and said,

So, here’s what we do.

Thirty minutes later, Christopher, Eve, and Lars stepped in front of the cameras and mics at the end of the driveway near the sidewalk. Three newsmen shouted out the same question three different ways, all at once. Ten minutes later, Christopher, Eve, and Lars retreated into the house.

That day, the morning, noon, and evening news on every station had the same thing, just with a different newsman’s name.

Tim Slaid said it best. I’m Tim Slaid. This is your exclusive news. NBC had him standing in front of the Perssons’ house. They then cut away to Lars opening the door, tossing the mic away and forcing Tim Slaid out the door. They then cut to a closeup of Lars standing open- mouthed in the doorway in only his pajama bottoms, his bare, muscular chest fully exposed.

After a short explanation about the twelve-year-old girl who took on the brutal bad guys and won, Tim Slaid finished with, This is one family you don’t want to fool with.

2. THE FIRST KISS

The two stood toe-to-toe, furiously throwing jabs, chops, punches, and kicks. Each blow blocked by the other. Each counterblow deflected or blocked. Not one blow landed.

Lars brought his left foot forward to attempt an ankle sweep. Dana sprang over his ankle sweep and flipped onto her back, falling to the mat. In mid-air, she threw her right leg out, catching Lars behind his left knee, bringing him down on his back. The instant Lars landed next to Dana; she threw her right-hand knife chop death blow to Lars’ neck.

Lars had no defense.

Eve rose from her throne. Approaching the pair on the ground. Looking Lars in the eyes, she said, What were you thinking? Throwing an ankle sweep off balance?

Lars, lifting Dana’s hand from his neck, said, I thought it would work. It did before.

Eve leaned over, looking more intently into Lars’ eyes. It didn’t, did it? Glancing over at Dana, Eve gave her a slight smile.

Dana quickly raised herself off the mat. Her brother slowly pushed himself up to face Dana eye to eye. They politely bowed to each other.

Eve returned to her throne. The throne was nothing more than a large Adirondack chair with a leather back and seat. During Eve’s pregnancy, it was where she sat and directed the boys; it soon became known as the throne.

Gina sat in a chair next to Eve’s throne, her mouth open in amazement, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on Dana and Lars. Dana had spent most of Saturday morning trying to explain martial arts to

Gina, using words Gina never heard and didn’t understand. Judo, karate she had heard of, but hapkido and Wing Chun—even the pronunciations were over her head.

Come on out here. Dana waved Gina onto the mat. "Okay.

Stand this way," Dana had started when the doorbell rang.

I’ll get it. You girls keep going, Eve said, expecting the visitor. Elizabeth was still in her tidy flight attendant uniform, and only her blood shot brown eyes showed her stress and lack of sleep. I came as soon as I could. I was in Cairo when I got the message, and it takes two days to get here from there. I’m so sorry.

Don’t worry. Gina’s just fine, a few bruises are all. Gina and my daughter are playing out back. Looking over her shoulder at Gina and Dana, ‘Playing.’ It was the only word she could come up for what they were doing.

What happened? All I heard was that Gina got beat up by that bastard Ron. Elizabeth said, spitting out his name still standing on the porch. Is she OK? He didn’t hurt her, did he?

She got a bloody nose, and split lip, a few bruises, but she’s OK. Please come in, Eve stood back.

God, I didn’t know anything. I got messages in three different airports, Elizabeth said, coming into the entryway, looking around for Gina, I didn’t find out Gina was here till the last airport.

Maybe we could talk a little before you take Gina home. Eve showed Elizabeth into the library and offered wine. Elizabeth waved her off with a No, thank you.

I know it looks like I’m a horrible aunt, Elizabeth said, looking out the window at the two girls giggling and laughing on the mat. I’m not a mother. I’m not even the motherly type. My drug-soaked sister dropped her off at my apartment. All Gina had was a paper bag for a suitcase. She said she’d be back for her in a couple of weeks. That was two years ago.

I’m curious, Eve said. Why did this Ron come after Gina? Ron was beating up Helen, my worthless little sister. Gina dialed 911. Ron is—was a dealer. I thought he went to jail in Tampa for five years. Beating up a little girl, I guess he holds a grudge.

Looking out the French doors at the girls laughing and playing at judo on the mat. Eve smiled to herself. You know, my daughter and Gina get along really well. I have been thinking, and I talked it over with my husband, and we would like… let me say, and we would love for Gina to stay here when you’re traveling. It would save you a sitter, and Dana needs a friend her age.

I couldn’t ask you to do that, Elizabeth said, looking away from the girls to Eve.

You didn’t ask. We offered. So, is it okay?

Looking out the door at the girls who were laughing and pushing each other around, she could not ever remember Gina laughing. I’ll ask Gina.

*

Hey, Godzilla, wait up, Gina called out to Dana, just after school.

Stump? Stump? Where are you? Dana called out with her hand shading her eyes as she scanned the horizon over the top of Gina's head. I can hear you, but I can't see you, Dana said.

Here, silly. Gina waved her hand in Dana’s face.

Gina and Dana had become fast friends over the last two years. Gina always felt safe when around Dana. When Gina's Aunt was flying, Gina stayed with Dana and slept with her in her bed. It was the only place she felt safe at night. Gina had become part of the family. When Elizabeth was home, Gina felt more like she was visiting her aunt.

One evening, Dana changed into a kimono and met Lars on the mat. They were working on the lesser known, but effective Wing Chun moves. The discipline required Dana to wear a kimono. Her moves had to be minimal against her unimpeded attacker. She had to avoid all blows and, in the end, deliver a quick and decisive blow.

Eve was sitting in her throne, watching carefully. She would direct their movement with comments and commands. Eve stopped the match to adjust one of Dana's moves.

Come on, Stump. Pick up a Bo staff, Lars called to Gina.

After two years of trying to spar with Lars, Gina knew Lars was just looking for a reason to land a playful slap on her butt.

No way, Jose. Only if I'm on Dana’s side. Gina taunted Lars back.

Two girls against one manly man? No way, Stump. Lars knew his limit. Even at eighteen, he was no match for the fourteen-year- old Dana. Lars thanked Gina, if only in his mind, for his bare-chested shot on the evening news. Overnight, he became the stud on campus.

Positions! Eve ordered.

Hi, all, Christopher said as he walked on the patio. Hi, beautiful, he said and then kissed Eve.

Dinner is about ready, Eve said. Kids, it's a draw tonight. Put away your Bo staffs.

Aww. I was winning, Lars said. Then Dana tapped him on the head with her Bo staff.

I win, Dana said

No fair. Lars reacted by taking his Bo staff up in both hands like a samurai sword.

Kids, Eve scolded. The tone always meant to stop now.

*

Do you think we'll be asked to the Junior-Senior Prom? Gina asked Dana over dinner.

You're freshmen. What part of Junior-Senior do you not get?

Lars said teasingly, hoping for a response.

Well, it could happen, Gina spoke up. Dana's taller and sexier than any of the senior girls. And I got bigger ta-ta’s. She shook her shoulders, making her breasts bounce.

Gina! Eve said with a scolding look.

Yes, ma’am, Gina said apologetically. But I do.

Don't talk like that with boys present.

Yes, ma’am, Gina said, this time with no follow-up.

Christopher just smiled and enjoyed his meal and the small talk. After dinner, the girls cleared the table and washed the dishes. Then they joined Christopher, Eve, and Lars in the library.

The phone rang, jolting everyone back from their adventures. Hi, Axel. How are you doing? Christopher answered the phone. It’s the boys, Christopher said to Eve.

Axel and Beau had left almost three years earlier for college at California State University at Long Beach. They called every Sunday. If they missed a call, they had to contend with their mother.

"Guess what? We got parts in a Kung Fu movie. We both did!

We're going to be the bad guys," Axel said excitedly.

And we're making money! Grabbing the phone, Beau shouted out, We're going to be stars.

Grabbing the phone back, Axel corrected Beau. Supporting roles. They like that we both knew martial arts and that we're twins. So, they wrote us in.

We were called in today. We got the part! Beau shouted into Axel’s face.

What about school? Can you make room for this? Christopher asked.

Well, we have to take a semester… next semester off. We don’t start filming for a month, Lars explained.

I don’t know. Is that good? Christopher was not excited.

No problem. We only have two semesters to go. And this will probably count towards our drama degrees, Axel explained.

And it pays a lot, Beau again shouted in Axel’s face.

We got to run, Dad. We’ll call Sunday. Axel pushed Beau away again.

So, what am I supposed to tell your mother? Christopher asked.

I should have all the details by Sunday, Axel said. Love you all.

Love you guys, Beau said. Click was the next sound in

Christopher’s ear.

Eve had been listening with interest to Christopher’s half of the conversation. They didn’t want to talk to me?

I guess they left that to me. The twins said they would call you on Sunday. They had to run, Christopher said.

And what is this about school? Eve asked.

They are going to be in the movies. A kung fu movie,

Christopher said.

Hmm. With that, Eve went back to her book.

Dana had taken an interest in art. She liked spending time at her dad’s gallery, at first to be with her dad and then for the art. She started to wonder what life would be like surrounded by beautiful, exciting, and motivational art.

Here is where you start. At the beginning of art, Christopher said as he laid a huge book in her lap. This will take you from the first known man-made images in the Chauvet caves of France to Babylonia. He settled back in his chair. If you get through that, then we’ll try early Greece and maybe a bit of early Rome.

Everyone was in their own world as Rod Stewart played in the background. Gina yawned and tapped Dana on the arm.

Tired, Stump? Dana asked.

Yeah, it was a long day. Soccer practice and all. Gina yawned again.

Yeah, me too. Dana closed her book and shelved it on her way upstairs.

*

Wow, those are some big ta-tas, Dana said as Gina got out of the shower.

I just graduated to size C, Gina said, picking up her bra from the chair and swinging it around in Dana’s face.

Show off. Dana had undressed for her shower. Mine are small but pert, Dana said as she stepped into the shower.

Gina was sitting on the side of the bed in her nightie, waiting for Dana. Dana joined her, pulling on her nightie over her head.

Do you think we might get asked to the Junior-Senior prom? At least one of us, Gina asked.

I don’t know. If anyone gets asked, it’s you and your ta-tas, Dana joked. Boys are afraid of me, she added in a more serious tone.

No shit, Gina said. But they all want to get into Godzilla’s panties. I’ve heard boys talking.

Well, they all want to feel you up, Dana countered. I’ve seen the drooling. Really, actually drooling.

Funny, but say we get a date for the prom? Gina asked, hopefully.

Then we’ll go buy beautiful gowns, shoes, get our hair and nails done. We’ll be beautiful princesses. Dana was on a roll. They will pick us up in a limo. Your aunt will come over, and we’ll take pictures. If she’s in town.

Sounds good, Gina said, nodding. So, I’m just putting this out there. The boys are going to want to kiss.

I know, Dana said. I know.

They are going to want tongue and everything, Gina said. I’ve never kissed a boy like that. Have you?

Me? No. I’m Godzilla. They are afraid that I’ll bite their tongue off. Dana was giggling.

Ewww. Nasty. Gina made a face. You wouldn’t, would you? No way. Not without tartar sauce. Dana giggled again.

Do you think we should? Gina thought for a moment. Practice?

You mean together? Dana was intrigued.

No, with Lars. Gina made a face. No. Us, silly.

Well, I guess we should practice, even if we don’t get asked to the prom. We are going to kiss boys sometime. Dana was warming up to the idea.

Okay. Let’s try, Gina said, and they both leaned in and touched lips.

Wait. Gina drew back. One of us has to be the boy, or it’s not right.

Yeah, Dana thought.

I’ll be the boy first, Gina said. I’ll put my arms around you like this. Gina slipped her hands and arms around Dana’s waist. She then pulled her closer.

You just sit there. Like you’re not expecting it. Gina leaned in for a kiss, and Dana just sat there.

Well, you got to turn your head. You got to lean towards me like you want to be kissed, Gina said.

Got it, Dana said.

Sheesh, Gina said and started over again.

This time Dana leaned in, and they kissed. Gina probed Dana’s mouth with her tongue, just to meet Dana’s teeth. When I do that, you have to open your mouth, Gina said.

Not on the first kiss, Dana said in a serious tone.

Okay. This is the second or third kiss. Whatever. Gina was a bit flustered. Open your mouth, and your tongue needs to play with mine, Gina said and leaned in.

Dana backed off. Where did you learn all this stuff about kissing?

I was watching Lars with one of his girls after school. Gina laughed. I saw her later and asked if Lars was a good kisser.

Well? Dana asked.

She said he was an excellent kisser. Gina shrugged. I asked questions.

Really? Dana was amazed. Again? Gina asked.

They leaned in and kissed, their heads moved in unison, as their lips and tongues played the game lovers had played since the beginning of love. They both felt feelings of desire, starting deep in their gut, spreading outward and downward. They had feelings they never felt before.

Gina moved her hand and cupped Dana’s breast. What was that? Dana pulled back.

Boys are going to want to feel us up. They will; they’re boys, Gina said. Again, and this time for two minutes. Gina leaned in, and Dana followed. Gina caressed Dana’s small breasts. Dana put her hand on Gina’s thigh. Both had become more excited.

Now, I’m the boy, Dana said, as they reversed roles. Two minutes later, they came up for air. Wow, Dana said, a bit out of breath.

Wow, Gina said, just as much out of breath. Which way did you like it best?

I don’t know. I liked it both ways, Dana said.

I liked you rubbing my ta-tas, Gina said. Want to do it again?

Okay, one more time. Then we have to go to sleep, Dana said, and this time it lasted a full five minutes. A little embarrassed and flustered, Dana said, I think we got it now.

I think we’re good kissers now. At least you are, Gina said. And you’re fabulous, Dana said, rubbing her hand up and down

Gina’s back.

They laid down in bed, as usual, Gina with her arm over Dana’s shoulder. Both were quiet and wide awake. They were both wondering about the feelings that they were experiencing. That stirring feeling in their stomachs was their libido awakening.

*

Auntie’s coming home today, Gina said over breakfast.

Well, then you’ll be at her house tonight, Dana said, trying to act as if nothing had happened the night before. In fact, over the next few days, they avoided any mention of that night. They were both trying to forget the feeling, but they both wanted more. At night in bed in their separate houses, they both wondered what more was.

A week later, neither Gina nor Dana got invited to the Junior- Senior Prom.

Do you think I should ask Paul? He's a junior. Gina asked over lunch, with a hint of desperation in her voice.

No! Dana’s whisper was nearly a shout. Are you crazy? That's the boy's job. What if he says no? It would be around the school in no time. And I won't be able to stand your weeping and moaning.

Sheesh! It was just a question. Gina held up her hand.

Well, there is only one other dance left this year. Dana has some hope, It’s not formal or anything. So, if we don’t get asked, that’s okay. We don’t need dates for the pre-graduation dance.

Dana said, It’s the only dance left. It’s the week before graduation.

That’s just a month away! Gina said, back in the groove. Auntie’s going to Paris. Want anything from France? Gina was changing the subject.

You mean like a French kiss? Dana cracked the week-long silence about that night.

They both sat in shocked silence for a few seconds. Dana could not believe what had come out of her mouth. Then they both knew the joke and giggled.

She’ll be gone for a week. Two trips out of JFK, Gina said. She’ll leave this afternoon.

Cool, I got you for a week! was Dana's response. I didn't want to put up with Lars gloating over the Junior-Senior Prom. Not all by myself.

You know we can dress up for the pre-graduation dance, Dana said as they walked home. Gina was still in fear of walking home alone, the slightest out of place noise sent her running home. When she was with Dana, she was never afraid.

Maybe we can get Mom to take us shopping?

That would be way cool, Gina said.

New dresses and shoes. So cool. Dana said.

You have got to get high heels this time. Gina shook her finger at Dana. And not those wimpy one-inch heels. She gestured with her fingers. Real heels this time, like six-inch heels. And she widened her fingers all the way.

Oh God. Why don’t you just tattoo Godzilla on my forehead?

Dana made a scrunched-up face.

And we're getting miniskirts! Oh, they are so sexy. Gina said. Really? Guess what? The way you have me dressed, Dana was shaking her head, even if I get to dance with a boy, and that’s highly unlikely, his hands will be on my legs, not around my waist, and his head in my little bitty titties.

Exactly! Gina laughed. All they’ll see is legs and boobs, Gina said. And the dance floor will be wet with their drool.

Oh my God, Dana said, looking to the heavens for help.

And you have to wear a push-up bra and a low-cut blouse, Dana came back. Show off your new C-size ta-tas.

Godzilla and Stump. Can you imagine? The two hottest girls at the dance, Gina said as they walked into the house. Both excited and apprehensive at the same time.

Lars was out back on the mat, showing off his moves to his prom date, Sally. Sally was sitting on the throne.

Up! Was all Dana said as she and Gina stepped onto the patio. What? Sally said puzzled.

Dana looked at Lars with a What are you doing? Look.

Up. That's Mom's chair. Dana stepped next to the chair, ready to throw Sally on her ass.

What? Sally said again, very confused.

What’s the big deal? Mom’s not home. Lars spoke up.

Dana took two threating steps toward Lars.

Okay, Okay. Sally, pick another chair before Godzilla here blows it. Lars knew that look. He also knew he was in trouble. He knew what Dana was capable of.

Sorry, Sally said as she changed chairs.

That's okay, Gina said. It’s kind of a rule around here. As she softened the moment, she could see that Dana was not entirely through with Lars.

Let's go see what we can make for dinner, Gina said before Dana could say anything else, she took Dana’s arm and pulled her toward the house. If we have dinner ready when your folks get home, maybe, we can soften up your mom for that shopping trip.

Over dinner, Gina and Dana laid out their plans for the pre- graduation dance. They begged to go shopping for new clothes. They left out the part about push-up bras, heels, and miniskirts.

Please, Mom, can we go this weekend? Dana pleaded.

"No way. It's Junior-Senior Prom this weekend," Lars objected.

Lars is right, Christopher chimed in. It’s his weekend.

Lars made a face that said, See! "Awww." Both Gina and Dana sighed.

You're right, dear, Eve said as she placed her hand on his leg.

Looking at Dana and Gina, Eve thought, My babies want to go shopping for sexy clothes. They are growing up. I didn’t notice. I miss the giggling little girls. How beautiful they have become. Looking more closely, Eve thought, Dana’s getting curves, hips, and a bust. Look at Gina. She was flat-chested when Dana brought her home. Now she is full-chested. Big ta-tas, as she would say. When did all that happen?

Eve flashed back to that day Dana brought Gina home. Taking Gina away from those thug, protecting her. She all but said, Can I keep her, Mom?

You know, girls. Eve said, How about the Saturday after the prom, we all go shopping?

Both girls got great big grins on their faces.

…And, Eve continued, after a long pause. For you, Gina. We’ll get you a push-up bra and low-cut blouse or dress. You want to show off your best. Ah— Eve looked for the word. Assets.

And for you, Smiling, Eve turned to Dana. Of course, a push-up bra. You have assets in there somewhere. We might have to mine for them, but they’re there. Eve said with a chuckle. And stilettos. I think you can handle them now. Maybe you’ll need to practice walking in them. I know! You can do your martial arts in them. That should give you some confidence walking in them.

Oh, that’s a great idea. Lars saw a chance of besting Dana on the mat.

Dana and Gina were looking at each other wide-eyed, giggling.

Don’t forget miniskirts. They are all the rage now, Eve said, Christopher gave Eve a questioning look. Eve knew exactly what he was thinking, Christopher, look around all the girls are wearing miniskirts now, join the modern age, like it or not.

Christopher just shook his head.

The girls were turning red and laughing. How did she know what we want? They thought at the same time. The girls were on top of the world, giggling nonstop

Later, they were all settled in the library. Lars was at one end of the sofa reading a romance novel, looking for clues for the prom. Dana, at the other end, was reading about early Greek art. Gina was cuddled up against Dana with her legs on Lars’s lap. She was reading Les Misérables.

Dana yawned and tapped Gina on the arm. Ready, girl?

In a minute, sweetie, Gina said, not looking up from her book.

Dana caught it. Eve did not look up from her book, but she got the drift.

Wow, that’s some story, Gina said as she put