Chapter 2

(A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. I've decided to put the name of every new chapter in a language other than English, but they all mean "Advice, part" and the round number. The one for this one is Dutch. BTW, for those of you who don't speak any Central African languages, Hatut Zeraze means "Dogs of War.")


For a moment, Danny sat there with his mouth partially open, unable to speak. Finally, he eeked out, "Sam, does that mean what I think it means?" Smiling, Sam laid her head on his shoulder, and replied, "That's right Danny. I think we've come far enough in our relationship that it's . . . time we made love. If this is too sudden – " Danny cut her off with, "I'm sorry Sam. I didn't mean it that way. To be honest, I've been feeling the same way, but I didn't know how to say it without sounding like a horny teenager whose just trying to score with his girl."

"My parents are going out this Saturday night. Come by my house at about 8:00?" asked Sam as she rubbed his chest, her voice a sexy contralto. "Definitely," replied a slightly aroused Danny. Sam got up to leave, kissing him once more before she went home. For a minute or two, Danny sat there, contemplating what had just happened. Wow. Sam and I are going to do it. OMG, Sam and I going to do it! Danny found himself suddenly freaked by the fact that he was going to lose his virginity. A bunch of questions raced through his head. "I need advice," he said to himself, "but from whom?"

Going ghost and flying home, Danny sat in the kitchen, pondering the events of last hour. Suddenly Jazz came walking in. Against his better judgement, he said, "Uh, Jazz? Can I talk to you?" "Sorry Danny," she replied, "I'm busy right now." She turned to leave the kitchen, but suddenly stopped and turned around. "Wait," she said, "Big-Sister radar says this is important. Is it?" "Very," replied Danny.

Jazz sat down next to him and said, "Okay, little bro, shoot." Danny was quiet for a while, but finally asked, "Jazz, how did you first come to the conclusion that you were in love?" "Ooh," said Jazz girlishly, "This IS big. Danny, let me tell you a story: I was dating a guy named Michael. Everyone called him "Beetle-Boy" because he drove a Volkswagen. We'd been dating for awhile, and we decided to . . . take our relationship to the next step."

"You mean . . . ?" Danny asked hesitantly. "That's right," replied Jazz, "We broke up on good terms some time later because we just wanted different things from life." "Any regrets?" asked Danny. "About having him as my first?" replied Jazz, "None. He was good to me, even though he wasn't particularly well endowed." At this Danny jumped and left, calling back, "TMI, Jazz! TMI!"

"Just remember to use a condom this Saturday!" Jazz shouted as he ascended the stairs. "How did you know about that?!" Danny yelled from his room. "WHAT ARE YOU KIDS YELLING ABOUT!?" shouted Jack and Maddie from the basement. "NOTHING!" yelled both Danny and Jazz at the same time.


Bad idea, Danny, getting sex advice from your older sister.

Next Chapter: It's Tuesday, and one more day closer to Danny's deflowering. Whom should he seek advice from next? What sort of advice will they give? I'm kinda running low on ideas, so any that you guys have for me will be great.

TO BE CONTINUED.