A/N Welcome back to 1958! Thank you all so much for reading, following, faving and especially commenting! Maggie and Beth are on their way to Daryl's pad, shall we follow?

He'd given Maggie the directions to his house and they'd found it easily. It was down at the end of a quiet dead end street near the edge of town.

It was a red brick bungalow style with white trim. There was a small front porch, arched doorway, and a long single car driveway leading back to the single car garage.

They'd arrived promptly at six and Maggie was almost as anxious as Beth to see his place. The difference may have been that Maggie was expecting the worst.

All he was thinking when he saw that little Bobby Soxer was damn, it was just like in one of those dumb love songs, his heart skipped a beat.

She had on a skirt with light yellow and white stripes and a snug-fitting yellow sweater. It fit tight just below her tiny waist accentuating her hips, and he liked that real well. Her hair was up high in that pretty ponytail he was also quite fond of, and she'd tied a little white scarf around it. She wore a heart shaped broach on her sweater, and her bobby socks paired with penny loafers.

And the Biker knew his girl was the prettiest girl in the world and all he could think about was kissing her. But he wasn't going to be doing that while her sister was standing there.

Oh my golly she couldn't believe how handsome he looked. He had on jeans with the cuffs rolled to fit tight just above his ankle, showing off his black motorcycle boots. His tight t-shirt was bright white and tucked in and he had on a black leather belt, and a black leather jacket.

She was wishing Maggie would hurry and go to her party because maybe when they were alone, he'd kiss her.

"So Biker Boy how long have you been living here?" Beth got nervous thinking Maggie was going to give him the third degree.

He told them he'd started renting it when he was in high school. "My father died when I's 16, Mama was already gone and my brother was in the pen. I didn't have no other family.

Ya probably know Mr. Horvath the shop teacher at the high school. He let me rent it if I promised I'd stay in school and graduate. I promised so I did. When I went in the army I sent him $10 every month ta hold the place. Him an his wife been real good ta me. He let me buy it from him last year, been makin' steady payments, plan ta own it free an clear in four years time."

Maggie was impressed, "Geez Biker Boy, I would never have suspected you'd be so responsible or that you'd have such a clean pad. But man 16, honestly Daryl I'm real sorry about your Dad."

"Thanks but I ain't that sorry. He was a mean bastard and a no account drunk."

The sisters were shocked by his statement. Beth had noticed him chewing that lower lip and she quickly changed the topic.

"Oh gosh Daryl I love your house it's so nice." And the Bobby Soxer wasn't just saying it, she truly did love it. It was sparsely furnished but what was there was well cared for and tidy.

There were hardwood floors in the living room and the two bedrooms, and he had scatter rugs all about.

The kitchen had yellow metal cabinets with white trim, and a shiny laminate countertop with metal edging. There was a breakfast table that had a shiny gray and white laminate top with metal edging, surrounded by four metal chairs with the seats covered in patterned vinyl.

"Wow Daryl the kitchen is so modern and the yellow cabinets are just so neat!"

Now he was chewing the side of that thumb, "Yeah thanks I done it all myself."

"Gosh Biker Boy you're a real surprise for sure. Well you guys I have a party to get to. I'll be back here by 10:45. Be ready to go Beth, curfew is at 11:00 and we can't be late. And don't forget you two, no hanky panky."

"Why ya always gotta be sayin' that Maggie? Is that some rule ya live by yer own self?"

And she laughed, "What I do is none of your beeswax Biker Boy, try to be good!"

"Yeah well you're a real large charge Maggie."

And they were alone.

They'd waited long enough. He took her in his arms and they started kissing and man, he wanted more. He was pretty sure she wouldn't mind, but for now he settled on sucking on her neck and ear a little, and rubbing her back, and then moving his hand to her bottom. She didn't make an objection and at first he didn't make a move to stop the touching he was enjoying.

But he'd promised himself he was going to take this slow. He didn't want just something fast and overheated with her, that's not how a guy treated a girl like her. And he was going to do this right. He wanted that long slow burn because he knew if she'd have him; he planned to keep the fire going with her forever.

"So did ya decide where ya wanna go? Are ya still thinkin' Chinese?"

"I'm kind of embarrassed to admit this Daryl but I've never actually had Chinese food." She was bright pink.

He snorted out a laugh and gave her a quick hug, "I got a news flash for ya Cream Puff, I ain't never had it either. Wanna give it a try?"

They walked to the garage and he opened the locked double doors. "I keep it locked up cuz not only do I have the pickup, I gotta lotta tools."

And he wasn't kidding. There were stand-up toolboxes and smaller toolboxes and tools hanging on pegboard above a workbench. Everything was as neat as a pin and so well organized. It was obvious he took special care of his things.

And the pickup, wow. It was the prettiest shade of royal blue she'd ever seen. The wheels were so shiny and the tires very fancy whitewalls. And Dice! There were fuzzy dice hanging from the review mirror. "Golly gee whiz Daryl I've never seen a truck like this. It's beautiful and I don't know how to describe it but it's like, well it's even kind of cute."

And he snorted, "Cream Puff ya don't wanna be tellin' a guy his pickup is cute. Sumthin' about that just ain't right." But he was smiling at her. "Yer probably thinkin' its that cuz it's small, they didn't make 'em quite as big in '35 as they do nowadays."

Damn she was what was cute.

"What's that shiny little thing on the hood?" He took her hand and walked her to the front of the vehicle. "That's the radiator cap, 's like a hood ornament. It's a flyin' dragon. Stock Chevy equipment in '35, cool ain't it?"

"I'll say its cool! The whole truck is just really keen Daryl. You did a wonderful job of making it look brand new. I'm excited to ride in it sitting next to my handsome guy." And her cheeks might be red but she was looking right at him and smiling real big.

He was a little red-earred himself, but he just had to give her another kiss.

He held the door open and she glided right across the small bench seat straight over near his side. He got in, put his arm around her and gave her one more kiss before they pulled out of the garage.

The restaurant didn't look like any they'd ever been in. It was bright reds and golds and shiny blacks. There were little Chinese dolls, and cat statues and Chinese writing everywhere. It sure didn't look like the diner or Ripley's.

She slid in the booth first and he slid in right next to her, just as close as they could get.

The waiter brought them tea and they agreed it wasn't bad if you put a lot of sugar in it. Then there was the menu. It may as well have been written in Chinese because neither one of them could make a bit of sense of it. Thank goodness there were some pictures.

"I've heard of Chop Suey, isn't that just the weirdest name? Anyway Maggie ate Chinese food in Macon with her secret boyfriend. She had that Chop Suey stuff and she told me it's a lot of vegetables and a little bit of meat."

And he scrunched his face up, "I like a lotta meat an a little bit a vegetables."

They ended up opting for the family style meal that came with three dishes, deciding they were sure to like at least one thing. "If we don't like it gonna have ta go get burgers an shakes or sumthin' cuz I'm starvin'."

And the way he always ate she'd swear he really was starving. She loved to watch him. He wasn't timid about it and that was for sure. She'd never seen anyone put so much food in their mouth at one time, or chew and swallow it so fast.

All in all they agreed it wasn't bad. "Ya think we'll really be hungry again in an hour like folks say?"

She giggled, "I was wondering that very thing. I guess we'll know in an hour."

And when she laughed like that he felt it in his heart, like an ache.

"Ya know girl I gotta be honest with ya right now." Instantly she felt worried.

"I'ma take ya cruisin' cuz that's what ya want. I'm happy ta try an make ya happy. But the deal is I'm 26 years old Cream Puff, I ain't no teenager. Them guys and girls cruisin' are mostly gonna be 'bout 17 ta 20. Yer gonna be stuck with n old man. An it's always gonna be that way, I'm always gonna be the old guy compared ta you an yer friends.

I'm willin' ta go if that's what ya want. But just his one time, k?"

"Golly Daryl it doesn't mean that much to me. Maybe we could just go for a ride instead. That's all I really wanted was to ride around with you, sitting close to you." She smiled sweetly and squeezed his hand. She didn't want him to feel bad and what she'd told him was true.

His heart swelled a little at her words, "We could take a ride up by the old dump site see if any guys are up there agitatin' the gravel. I heard there might be." He looked at her and shrugged.

"What's agitating the gravel?" She didn't always understand his lingo.

"Racing against each other. Sometimes just ta say they won and they got the best car, sometimes for money, sometimes for pinks."

"Pinks?"

"Yeah, it's called a pink slip the paper they give ya when ya really own the car, not just paying for it on time or sumthin' like that. It's the title."

"You mean in one little race they're going to maybe lose their car for good?"

"Yep."

"Will you be racing?"

"Oh hell no. The pickup is stock. I wanted to restore it not chop it. It ain't no street rod, ain't built for racin'. An 'sides, with all the hard work I put into fixin' it up I'd never take a chance on losing it."

She was scooted up right next to him as they drove up to the old dump site and when he wasn't shifting gears his hand was resting on her leg. He liked the feel of that and she did too.

Sure enough there was a crowd of older teenagers and young adults gathered. Two cars were revving their engines. She noticed right away how Daryl was all eyes and ears on the cars. He hopped out of the truck and hurried to her side, helped her out and he took her hand, leading her to where the action was.

The crowd was divided between either side of the makeshift raceway. She supposed they each had their own cheering section.

There was a pretty girl standing in front of the two cars and she had a scarf she was holding in the air. She moved her arm down in one fast motion and the cars sped off in a straight line.

It was so loud it hurt her ears, there was smoke coming from the tires and the strong smell of rubber burning.

All she knew was at the end the black car passed a green car and a guy waved a big checkered flag at the black car.

And Daryl muttered, "Dumbass."

"Why Daryl?"

"The guy that won had souped up that engine real good. You could tell by the sound it made when he was revving it up. Other guy was running stock off the lot. A no-go showboat. Now the idiot don't even have a car. I tell ya Cream Puff this world is fulla dumbasses."

And then he said, "Shit!" and he grabbed her by the hand and they ran to the truck. He got her in the vehicle in a hurry and jumped in himself, and he raced in the opposite direction from the way they'd come. It was then she saw the others start to get in cars and speed off, and then she heard the police sirens.

They were already clear of the area. "What happened Daryl and how did you know the police were coming?" She looked and sounded scared and he felt guilty.

"I got good hearin'. Shit girl I shouldn't a taken ya there in the first place. That's illegal stuff they're doin', the heat come ta pop everyone."

"What are you talking about Daryl the "heat" and "popping", what does that mean?"

He couldn't help himself he laughed a little, "The heat's the fuzz, the man, the cops and they pop, pinch, arrest people."

"Well gee whiz you mean we could have been arrested? Well we'd better never go watch that again. I'd be so afraid to go to jail."

He pulled the little pickup over turned the engine off and put his arm around her shoulders, "I ain't ever bringin' ya again, don't think you'd survive a night in the can."

"In the can?" She was so confused.

"Jail Cream Puff. Dammit girl I shoulda thought about this more. Shouldn't ever take a chance with ya. I ain't ever gonna do nuthin' like that again. I'm a dumbass and I don't blame ya for bein' pissed off at me."

"I'm not mad at you Daryl it was fun and exciting. And I didn't end up getting pinched by the heat and going to the can." She giggled.

And that was it for him, there was only one thing left to do. He was parked on that dark deserted rode with his girl. He'd best be doing some serious making out.

Things got pretty hot in the little pickup but he kept it to the serious making out and the over the clothes touching. He was still determined to take it slow. But damn that was getting tougher every minute they were together.

xxxx

Monday was the first day in just over two weeks she didn't have a chaperon taking her to work. He was nothing but a smile when he saw her walking up the street, ponytail swinging. Damn his girl was a beauty.

She looked over to him smiling that big beautiful smile and it made him feel like he wanted more with her. Not just physical, he wasn't sure what the rest of that "even more" was. He just knew whatever it was he wanted it.

About 11:30 Ripley's was slow and she took a chance at spotting her guy. She tried to look casual as she peeked out the window trying to catch a glimpse of him. What she saw was a very large breasted woman with full hips and a walk that made those hips sway side to side. She was wearing tight black capri pants with a wide belt. Part of her mid-section was exposed because her sleeveless white blouse was tied up under her breasts. And that blouse was cut low enough that part of those large breasts were clearly visible, even from the window across the street. The woman was approaching him.

They chatted for a few moments, Daryl smiled at her, nodded, and he reached in his pocket and handed her something.

When they hugged The Bobby Soxer felt her heart move to her throat.

At noon he walked in Ripley's and he knew the minute he saw her something was wrong. He sat on his usual stool and she walked to him, he saw the wetness in her eyes and he was concerned. She didn't look at him when she set his water down, she made to turn away. That's when he firmly grasped her hand stopping her from leaving him, "What? Tell me girl."

"The woman. You were hugging a woman."

"Nah Cream Puff not what yer thinkin'. Can ya call Mama, see if you can stay in town a little while? We can talk. I'll tell ya everythin'. Please."

Words wouldn't come but she nodded.

He was waiting on the bike for her when she came out of Ripley's. He handed her his coat, held a hand out and she climbed on, spread the coat across her lap and wrapped her arms tightly around him.

He drove to "their" spot in that grove of trees. "It's my brother Merle. Told ya he's in prison, got popped with weed, ya know Marijuana. Anyway been doin' time an he still has a few months ta go. His woman Cassandra, that's who come by. She says Merle's gettin' released come Friday for good behavior. Which is kinda hard ta believe him bein' Merle an all. But anyway, she come ta tell me an ta get the key ta his trailer. She's settin' up the house for them. She's gonna be movin' in there with him."

"She's going to move in? Are they getting married?"

Damn. "Nah it's different for some folks Beth, they ain't the kind thinks they need ta get married, ya know, for all that. They're just gonna be shackin' up."

"Shacking up?"

He couldn't help a little smile, "Yeah sharin' the shack. Livin' together, sleepin' in the same bed n all, but they ain't gettin' married first." Both were now a nice shade of pink.

"Oh my."

Yeah, she wasn't the girl that would know about that kind of stuff. "Anyway Cream Puff, if ya can get away Saturday afternoon we're invited for a barbecue."

A/N All kinds of fun things going on around here, and now we can look forward to Merle and Beth meeting. Yeah, not a lot of shacking up going on in 1958. Beth has gotten quite the education and learned a lot of new lingo this chapter. Thanks so much for reading, please review /comment. xo