CHAPTER TWO

1962

Chris's knickers

Sahara Berkinshire Thompson hung like a discarded rag doll out her bedroom window, her right cheek sticking painfully to the window sill.

Drumming her ravaged fingernails on the side of the house she felt she would happily flop out of the window because of sheer boredom.

"Sahara, the boys are here!" her mother called, Sahara's eyes lit up with excitement, finally the boredom might be suppressed. Before she could get up off her rather bruised behind, she found her ears filled with the noise of large teenaged boy's feet clambering up the wooden stairs. Realizing sadly at the moment that she was not fully dressed and was covered only by a pair knickers and a loose singlet top, the boys crashed in.

Gordie was first, he wasn't fazed in the slightest. He smirked, looked past her at the half eaten bowl of ice-cream and made a bee line straight for it. Vern was second, he went a bit pink in the cheeks but made no attempt to look away. Sahara grinned, Vern despite every one thinking other wise had grown in the last 3 yrs since the Ray incident and had become rather, no actually very good looking. (need I say more, sry guys I no the whole Vern becoming a major spunk has been used 1000 times, but some on we gotta gve the poor guy something ).

"Hey!" he cried, smiling at her then seeing Gordie, "Oi Gordie leave me some ice cream I'm hungry, sincerely!" Vern's robust form brushed past her as he made a grab for the ice cream.

Teddy was third, he hadn't changed much, he still wore his thick rimmed glasses kept his shaggy dirty blonde hair the same length, and had the same maniacal laugh that any one could hear for miles.

"Shit Sack, if you'd told us this'd be one big orgy I would've brought some ladies, at the moment it's a major cock fight!" he laughed, twice as loud because he thought it was a good joke.

"Go screw your mother some more, Duchamp!" Sahara smirked throwing a pillow at him. Chris made up the last of them, as usually he missed the last step and tilted forward until he grabbed the railing. "Chris, you practically live at my house, how is it you can't quite get to grips with the flight of stairs?" she chuckled.

"Hey Sack, nice knickers I think I have a pair"

"yeh you do, these are yours" Sahara replied, throwing herself onto her unmade bed.

"You are joking right, ain't you Sack?" Vern asked pulling himself away from the ice-cream.

"Vern, its aren't you and yes of course I am, you really think I'd wear any things that Chris's package has been sitting in?" she giggled at the thought, throwing her hands behind her head, and sighing with content. This was where she belonged, in the company of those four boys, her best friends.

"Vern, chuck us the pants on the desk"

"Which ones, jeans or the shorts?"

"Ummmm, jeans" she replied holding out her hand to catch them. "So what we doing today, boys?" she asked, kicking Chris off the bed as she tried to pull up her figure hugging jeans.

"Lets get some food first, I'm starving then come back here and hang out?" Vern offered.

"Sounds good, as long as Gordies buying, I'm flat tapped broke" Chris smirked, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Get, stuffed!" retorted Gordie, who was now occupying himself by seeing if he could catch the fly the buzzed in and out of the open window. "Any way I didn't bring any doe, mum hasn't been that generous at the moment."

"Well I got nothing, Duchamp?" Sahara replied, digging hopefully into her pockets.

"Don't look at me, since when have I ever had any money?" Teddy said, his right eyebrow rising.

"Well never, and is there any point in asking you Vern O?"

"I still haven't found my pennies" he came, looking a bit down cast.

"Well we're obviously crashing here, you guys wanna stay the night, Ma and Pa are out a at a conference and they said you guys could?" Sahara asked, jumping of the bed.

"Sure" came four voices in union.

"Ok well we have today, pretty much planned out then."