Anmerie- Buzzy dancing……police uniform……sorry you were saying? LOL
Miraclegirl- I see him in it when I close my eyes. Yes I know, I'm having a great week in sports.
BellaLou- No, I'm sure our team looked the best! And you sound like OC cheering on Jimmy! LOL
Moi- Bobby is a cutie! Johnson was supposed to be a little boy. Loved your review.
Nascarchick- They are cute images, aren't they?
Darkdestiney2000- He was a little boy. Doesn't he look innocent enough for it?
Meadow567- Jaws scares me more. I've seen sharks, never saw an alien! LOL
Killerkeanegirl- Wow, you're quite the Georgia/Jimmy fan! Silk makes a hott Phantom! EPK (sounds like a medical term LOL). If you get EPK, I get POBD! LOL
Klinoa- No crowd? LOL I also love Tom/Huck! I wish I could draw it too.
Emador- In the whole world? LOL I see Coxie in that costume too!
Shell- (tears) Thank you so much. They are cute friends, aren't they? LOL
November 4, 1979, Minneapolis
I was helping my mom clean up the dishes from dinner. I had left practice while Jim was in the hallway with Craig bouncing a tennis ball off the wall and catching it.
"Georgia, how are things with Jim?" mom asked.
"Good, he is having a little trouble in the net. Craig Patrick has been helping him with it. Jim is anxious to go to Massachusetts so he can visit his family." I said.
"We should have him over for dinner soon." Mom said. "He is such a nice boy."
"Yeah, I adore him." I said. "I can't wait to meet his dad at the Harvard game."
"Jim really helps with his family." Mom said. "His mother must have been a tremendous woman to instill such values in such a young man. How many boys in their twenties are interested in helping raise their siblings?"
"He is exceptional, that is for sure. The way he calls and checks on his brothers' school work, and talks with his dad. It's amazing." I said.
The phone rang. I threw down the dishtowel I was holding and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Georgy, turn on the news." Jim said into the phone.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Just turn on the news, you need to see this." Jim said.
I pushed open the door between the kitchen and living room. "Dad, turn on the news. Jimmy says it's important." I called to my dad who was reading on the couch.
Dad got up and turned on the TV to the evening news.
"Top story tonight, a group of Iranian radicals consisting mostly of students, stormed the US embassy in Teheran, Iran today. They have taken 90 hostages, 63 of them are Americans. This attack is in response to the Ayatollah Khomeini encouraging his countrymen to attack Israeli and US interests. President Carter is in meetings at this time deciding on a plan of action as to get the situation under control and the American hostages freed."
I froze watching the TV, I could see the rebels burning an American flag and pulling blindfolded people from the building.
"Georgia are you there, are you there?" I heard coming from the phone. I had forgotten I was holding it I was so caught up in the moment.
"I'm here." I whispered into the phone, still stunned by what was on the TV.
"Are you okay?" Jim asked.
"What is going to happen now?" I asked barely above a whisper. Mom had stopped to stare at the TV as well. She and dad exchanged a look of dread and hurt.
"I don't know. You heard them President Carter is in meetings, and he is very diplomatic." Jim said.
"What if the Soviets get involved? They have been itching to expand their territory towards the Middle East as it is." I said as mom went to sit with dad on the couch.
I closed the door to the kitchen and leaned against the sink.
"Georgy, are you okay?" Jim asked.
"I am just stunned is all. I mean the thing with the Klan yesterday and now this. This is international. This affects so many people." I said.
"Do you need anything? Can I do anything for you? That is why I called you, to make sure that you would be okay. You're very gentle hearted. Do you want me to come over or anything?" Jim asked.
"No, I'll be okay." I said. "Do you mind if I stay with you after practice tomorrow?"
"Of course not, you're always welcome here you know that." Jim said.
I hung up the phone and walked into the sitting room, where my parents were still watching the news as the coverage of the hostage crisis continued. I joined them on the couch where my mom was in tears. I took her hand and tried to smile encouragingly.
November 5, 1979
I sat on the couch in Jim's room watching the news while he talked to his dad on the phone. I caught parts of the conversation. Something about the trip to Harvard next week, his brother's report card and one of his aunts. I focused on the TV. I was watching the news. No new news on the hostages, and the American public was calling for their release.
Then the news switched over to the continuing story about an anti-KKK rally that had gotten completely out of hand earlier in the week.
"Two days ago in Greensboro, NC the Communist Workers party attempted to hold a 'death to the Klan' rally that turned deadly."
Jim came and sat next to me. He must have finished his phone conversation. He put an arm around me as I continued watching the news.
"Members of the KKK and other neo-Nazis arrived at the rally and opened fire on those leading the rally. Five members of the Communist Workers Party were killed while seven more were wounded. Spokes people for several white supremacy groups have hailed this as a sign that their message cannot be suppressed…"
"I often wonder what people like that think about me." I said.
"Who?"
"The Klan or neo-Nazis. I mean how would they view me, I am the American born daughter of immigrants." I said. "I mean as long as no one harms me or my family I could care less what they think of me, but I am curious as to what their opinion would be."
Jim took my hand. "I simply can't imagine that much hate and anger towards entire races of people."
"Me either. But I am also very afraid of people with that much hate." I said. "You know, my sophomore year of college, I had a lit class with a neo-Nazi."
"Really? I mean I knew a few were around my campus tried to be white supremacists but I never was around them." Jim said.
"Well I think it's a law that every school has to have two or three of those kinds of people. Well second semester of my sophomore year, Buzzy, Ramsey and me all took a lit class together. That way, I would read the books, we could all rent the movies and then I could tell them the differences between the movie and the book for the test." I said and Jim chuckled. "Anyway, in this class, Rammer sat next to me and Buzzy in front of us. This neo-Nazi was in there with us. You know the type, wears Swastika's and acts tough, uses a lot of slurs. He sat behind me, and it was unnerving."
"Did you know him?" Jim asked.
"No. Actually that class was the first time I had ever seen him. His last name was Jacobs; I don't even know his first name. I just remember that I couldn't look him in the eye. And he made me very uncomfortable. All I could think is what would he say, what would he do if he knew my parents were immigrants? Would he threaten me or them?" I said.
"So what happened?" Jim asked.
"One day he cornered me before class started. I was scared to death, but he asked me out. I politely said that I had a boyfriend even though I didn't. Rammer walked in and sat down and heard the tail end of the conversation. After class, I told Rammerthat I was afraid he wouldn't take no for an answer. I had watched him pester another girl in the class for a date. Well the next day, Ramsey met me outside the building and insisted on walking in with me. When we got to our classroom, Ramsey took my hand and walked in with me. When we sat down he kissed my cheek. Jacobs leaned up and apologized to Rammer, saying he didn't know we were together. Rammer, just nonchalantly said it was no problem. Never talked to the guy again." I finished my story.
"Sounds like you got some great friends." Jim said.
"I do. And a great boyfriend too." I said. "But I still have this nagging in my mind. You know, how do those neo-Nazi feel about people who don't know what they are?"
"What do you mean?" Jim asked.
"I mean, I am adopted. I could be anything. I could be Irish, English, German, New Zealander." I said with a smile. "I could be anything. Would they hate me just because I couldn't prove my heritage? Again I don't care what they think, just curious."
"I know what you are." Jim said and I raised an eyebrow at him. "You're a nurse. You have dedicated your life to helping others. You're a kind person with lots of friends who would do just about anything for you from what I have seen. You're absolutely beautiful and so smart. That's what you are." Jim ran a hand down my cheek and I turned into the caress.
Jim cupped my cheek and lowered his mouth to mine. He kissed me soft and gentle. I ran my fingers through his hair. Jim deepened the kiss and pushed me back onto the couch. I knew that this would be one of our slower make out sessions, and that Jim wouldn't push it beyond just making out.
"Are you ready for bed?" Jim asked me as we lay in each others arms on his couch.
"Yeah, after that, I would love to sleep in your arms." I told Jim, referring to the making out we had just done.
Although, I felt guilty because against my stomach I could feel that Jim was aroused. To be honest I was too, and I found myself wondering how much longer either one of us could be satisfied with kissing, holding hands, and cuddling.
"Well let's go. I am tired." Jim said and we both sat up on the couch. "Do you mind if I take a shower first?"
"No, go ahead." I told him. He leaned down and kissed me then went to the shower.
I smiled and went over to Jim's dresser. I pulled out one of his longer t-shirts that I slept in and quickly changed into it. I climbed into bed and pulled the covers up around me. I turned out the lights and laid down. I inhaled deeply, the smell of Jim all through the sheets and pillows. It was very calming and soothing.
I must've fallen asleep because the next thing I knew Jim was climbing into bed. I felt Jim pull me into his arms, pulling my head against his chest, but I never opened my eyes, never giving any indication that I was half-awake.
"Georgy, are you awake?" Jim asked, but I stayed still, just wanting to sleep.
I felt Jim stroke the hair back from my face. It was something that he often did. So many times he would brush the hair from my eyes or off my forehead.
"I guess you're asleep, baby." Jim said and kissed my cheek. "There are some things I have wanted to tell you, but I always lose my nerve."
I was anxious for what I was about to hear but forced my breathing to remain even so Jim wouldn't know I was pretending to be asleep.
"Georgia, I wake up and can't wait to see you. I fall asleep and whether you're here or not, you're the last thing on my mind. I think about you all the time. And……I think I'm falling in love with you." Jim said and kissed my forehead.
It took every bit of restraint I had to keep from leaping for joy. I remained still so that Jim could say everything he wanted.
"I didn't even know that I wanted to fall in love until I found you. Every time I see you…I can't explain it. If you could hear this you would probably think I was some sort of mumbling sap. I just wish so bad that I could tell you how I feel. I have tried but it's a hard thing to say even when you mean it…and I mean it." Jim said and then to my surprise chuckled. "My mom always told my sisters: 'Nothing can bring a man to his knees and shake up his world like being in love with a woman.' I never believed it; but now I do."
Jim tucked the hair behind my ear. I was trying hard not to cry, not to wrap my arms around him and not to let him know I was awake.
"Why can't I just tell you this when you're awake? I tell you everything, things that I never tell anyone else. I tell you about mom, I tell you about my fears of being cut from the team, I tell you about my family problems, but yet I can't tell you this." Jim said and kissed my forehead again.
Jim pulled me tighter against him and went to sleep.
