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"Not really. You saw how Diane was when she left the laundry room yesterday? Now check how she's smiling today while Will is dragging his butt around. The proof is right in front of you," assured Steve.
"You were doing something in that room with Diane! You undid her buttons, didn't you? She was awfully smug when we went out last night, but she insisted nothing happened in that room. What did you do to her?" questioned Paula.
"It's easier to show you, unless you're not as daring as your sister," grinned Steve. "Diane is a very responsive, sensual woman."
"Diane? She'd never do anything crazy, except for getting into that hot tub with you when she found out she was pregnant with Billy. That was just her hormones raging out of control."
"So she didn't let me pull her close, like this, and undo her buttons while I explained how we may do a love scene together in our next movie? She didn't want to hear just how I'd uncover her breasts and caress them during those scenes? She didn't visualize being naked in my arms while we keep trying to get the scene right, through countless rehearsals and numerous takes? Her nipples didn't get all hard when she saw me looking down her bra at them? She wasn't smiling when she went out with the girls later, and she certainly didn't give Will some extra lovin' later last night?" whispered Steve as he moved his face very close to Paula's.
"I know what you're trying to do to me, and it's working," blushed Paula as she searched Steve's face with her eyes. "That's another problem I have with Ted's behavior. I know how I feel about you, and how wrong it is. What if Jordan and Naomi and the others make Ted feel the same about them?"
"Paula, they probably have already! But that isn't a bad thing. You know I respect you and will never hurt you. Ted knows the bro code, as Gwen and the girls call it. We don't do anything inappropriate with other ladies, especially those of our friends. Ted won't be doing anything wrong with the girls and they all know it. That's one reason they're so relaxed with him. He respects them and he respects you. You need to trust him like he trusts you."
"He has some idea of how much I care for you. He's been good about it, but he can't be happy that I'm so fond of you, can he?" worried Paula.
"When you go back in there, give him a hug and a kiss. He'll be over the moon. I'm pretty sure that he knows how we feel about each other, just as Gwen does. I guess everyone has a pretty good idea, but we respect the boundaries. That's what makes it all work so well."
"Just exactly how do you feel about me?" managed Paula as she leaned even closer to Steve.
"Paula, you already know the answer to that question," whispered Steve as he smiled down at Gwen's mother. "Everyone in the other room knows how I feel about you. I've never denied it.
"Getting back on topic, Ted is a wonderful father, and a really great guy. He's also totally in love with you. Please let him behave like a man. Let him drag his knuckles and beat his chest a little. The more you trust him, the more he'll repay you with love and affection."
"So he won't mind my wrinkles and my sagging breasts after he's been around those beautiful young women?" worried Paula.
"I have no idea what wrinkles and sags you're talking about, but Ted will be all over you tonight it you give him some room with the girls today. I'm sure of that," insisted Steve. "In fact, I'm going to suggest to Naomi and Jordan that they give Ted some extra attention. I want you to be fine with it. You'll be glad you were, believe me."
"Okay, I'll try it," allowed Paula somewhat reluctantly. "I'm taking your word that Ted won't do anything foolish with those girls."
"And I'll mention to the guys that you won't be upset if they happen to stare a little at your ass or your cleavage, and that they should compliment you on your lovely figure," continued Steve. "You, Diane, Cindy, and Julia are fantasy material for those disturbingly sick puppies in the other room. Now let's go back out there and face the music. Your daughters will be insisting that you tell them what we did and said when we were alone in here."
"I doubt they even noticed we left," scoffed Paula as she stepped through the door Steve held for her. "They were quite busy posing and changing outfits."
When she stepped into the main room, Paula was stunned to see everyone standing around, staring at her. It was very obvious that they were extremely curious about what had transpired in the meeting room.
"I think we've reached an understanding," stated Paula to the room in general as she raised both hands to her breasts and made a big show of adjusting them.
Kate was the first to break into laughter, but soon she was joined by everyone in the room. "That's sure a relief, Mom! We were afraid you were arguing or something. I guess we needn't have worried. Steve doesn't argue with women. It's more like he molds them into what he wants them to be. It looks like you've just been molded and enjoyed every minute of it."
"He does have a way about him," grinned Paula. "Now, don't we have work to do?"
Gwen gave Steve a look and he immediately moved over to join her off to the side. When he neared her, Gwen simply looked at him without speaking. It was indicative of how well the lovers had come to understand each other. Steve easily understood Gwen's unspoken question and answered it immediately.
"I thought your mom was being pretty tough on your dad, so I asked her about it. She was worried that he was too old to be chatting to the girls like he does and she also feared that he'd no longer find her attractive after being around all of these firm young female bodies. I told her to never doubt Ted and that she should let him be a regular guy. The girls all like and respect him, as do all of us guys."
"I noticed that she seemed to be hard on Dad today. He wasn't bothering anyone. All the girls think he's pretty cool. When he went to Iraq with us, and he was even wounded, he sealed his position as a great dad and a pretty brave man. Mom's still beautiful, but shouldn't feel like she is competing with anyone. I hope you convinced her to lighten up a little."
"I'm going to ask the guys to pay a little more attention to her, and all of the mothers, from now on. They all think the moms are beautiful, but don't want to seem too weird by flirting too much with mothers of friends and girlfriends. I think these ladies can handle a few leers and suggestive comments, don't you" asked Steve as he looked at Gwen for her opinion.
"Are you kidding? Julia Wilson is no shrinking violet. Jordan's mom lives to be noticed and appreciated and Mom and Diane seem to enjoy the admiring glances of men far more than I ever realized while growing up. Maybe they've changed as the situation has changed, but yes. Do tell the guys to be sure to compliment our lovely, mature ladies here today," agreed Gwen.
"I was just thinking. We're doing photos for the new magazine, as well as ads for it today. Do we expect women in their forty's to wear our swim suits and lingerie? It seems like we would. A lot of women that age still go to the beach and still like to look sexy for boyfriends and husbands. Do we have any ads with ladies like your mom, Julia, Diane, and Cindy in them?" questioned Steve.
"That's a great idea! Why haven't we done that before this? We've concentrated totally on the twenty-somethings and forgot everyone else. We need to have teen agers as well as mature women and men in our ads. We've been missing the boat!" exclaimed Gwen. "Let me go talk to Stephanie."
It took some persuading but Gwen convinced her parents, Diane and Will, Julia and Jeff Wilson, and Cindy Quick to model swim and formal attire. The younger people in the room teased and joked with them between poses and everyone had a lot of fun with it.
"Mrs. Anderson, you make me feel like buying that suit!" exclaimed Billy when Paula emerged from the changing area wearing a low cut one piece suit that flattered her figure perfectly.
"Wow, Mr. A! You look just like James Bond!" announced Naomi when Ted appeared in a very stylish tuxedo.
Before they were done, the photographers had the parents pose with their children in formal wear and swimsuits. Then Billy asked to be in a picture with the mothers surrounding him. He blushed when the ladies all moved in tight to his body with their ample bosoms pressed against him.
"Hey, that's my mother you're squeezing," complained Naomi, but with a big smile.
"Yeah, Mom, don't get too close to that perv," warned Jordan. "He's not well!"
"He seems to be a very nice young man with a very healthy reaction to some seriously hot women," responded Cindy Quick as she made a production of looking down at Billy's swim trunks.
After a productive and enjoyable afternoon, the entire group naturally gravitated to Marsh's for a small celebration of sorts. Gwen told everyone, "Tomorrow morning, we'll work on our routines for the Oscars and then finish up with the ads for the Super Bowl. I want to thank everyone for their hard work and good humor. I think it's been a great weekend."
"I'm sure Dad will agree with you," chuckled Stephanie. "If he survives, that is. We did get some great video and stills for the commercials and the magazine. Every other advertiser has spent the last year on their commercials. They hire writers, actors, and even animals, to make their commercials months in advance."
"Yeah, but we're going to prove that less is more, especially if we're talking about the bikinis and gowns that the girls wore for their commercials. I'm pretty sure all my fellow football fans will love the ads," offered Chip.
"If you liked that, you should really love tomorrow when Gwen and Jordan wiggle into some tiny little underthings," predicted Stephanie. "It's going to be a teaser for the Oscars, where we'll also have some commercials, along with Gwen and Jordan and their two sidekicks doing the hosting duties. Their first dance routine will set the place on fire. You just wait!"
"We had a great time today, but didn't we want some teenage girls for some ads?" Lisa reminded the group. "We have everything set up for tomorrow, so are we going to fly in some anorexic teen models from some faraway place, or maybe go down to the basketball game at the high school tonight and scout the local talent?"
"That's a good idea!" responded Kate. "We don't need to import kids for the ads. We have plenty of attractive teens right here in Sparta. We can round up five or six decent looking kids and hire them for tomorrow. They'll love it. I'd suggest that we only use kids that are eighteen or older, just to avoid any legal issues."
Locals were surprised and delighted when Gwen, Jordan, Steve, Charlie and their friends entered the gym half an hour before the game was to begin. They had to pass through one of several detectors were been setup by the entrance. This was a change instituted after the attack on the school. Gwen was inside the gym for less than a minute when she realized how tightly she was gripping Steve's arm.
"I thought I was past reacting to the scene of the shooting, but it's bothering me more now than it did when we were still in school."
"I know what you mean," agreed Jared as he nodded toward the bleachers where they had been seated the day of the terrorist attack. "Those seats still give me chills and it's been over six years, and I've even been in combat. The memories haven't dulled at all with the years."
Steve was only half listening to his friends as he recalled the events of that fateful day. He still saw the four armed men turn in his direction and open fire at him. He still remembered how the bullet felt like a sledge hammer had smashed into his shoulder, and how Gwen had rushed to him so quickly. She immediately disarmed the bombs and applied life saving first aid to his wounds.
"I remember a beautiful young woman demonstrating incredible courage and poise as she worked to save my life," managed Steve as the others watched him.
He hadn't realized that he had stopped at the very spot he had been kneeling when he killed four men and was seriously wounded by their bullets. "Sorry, everyone. I didn't think this would be so emotional. Have I mentioned that I love you, Gwen?"
"Come on. We need to find some seats and then start looking for possible models," urged Gwen as she tugged Steve's arm, hoping to disrupt the memories that she, Steve, and some of the others were experiencing.
"Hello!" greeted a very pretty blonde girl dressed in a cheerleader uniform. "We're all really excited to have you at our game tonight. People still talk about that day Steve killed those terrorists and ..."
"Heather, isn't it?" interrupted Steve before the girl could get any further. "We're happy to be back in Sparta and in the old high school. Could I ask how old you are?"
"You remembered me! I turned eighteen last month, but why are you asking? Gwen Anderson is still your girlfriend, isn't she?"
"I certainly am," responded Gwen with a smile. "We're looking for some attractive kids that are at least eighteen to do some modeling for us tomorrow. It appears that Steve feels you'd fit the bill, if you're interested."
"Model? With you, Jordan Quick, Charlie Burns, and Steve Hammer? I'd love it! Where and when do you want me? This is so exciting!" babbled the pretty blonde.
Stephanie moved in and handed the girl a business card. "Here's my card. Call me tomorrow morning around eight and we'll set it up for later in the morning. Get lots of sleep tonight, and no sex!"
"I don't, I mean, I wasn't..." responded the flustered girl as Stephanie broke into laughter.
"That was just a joke," explained Stephanie. "But do get a good night's sleep."
As Stephanie handed the girl her card, Steve took Gwen's hand and pulled her toward the bleachers. Cheryl Baxter was sitting three rows back with several other girls. Her eyes widened when she realized that Steve and Gwen were looking directly at her.
The people sitting in the bleachers in the general vicinity suddenly became very quiet as Steve spoke. "Cheryl, it's great to see you again! You remember us, right? We met in Washington at Gwen's inaugural."
"Of course I remember you!" responded the red-faced girl. "You're the most famous people on the planet."
"I have a big favor to ask. We're looking for some pretty teen girls, eighteen or older, to do some modeling in swim suits and gowns tomorrow. Naturally, you're the first girl that came to mind. We'd pay you very well. You don't mind modeling with older people like Gwen and me, do you?"
"Me? Why would you want me? I'm not popular or pretty. There are lots of girls more popular than me," deferred Cheryl.
"You aren't suggesting that Steve doesn't know a pretty girl when he sees one, are you?" teased Gwen.
"No! I mean he's with you and you're the most beautiful woman in the world, so he must know something about pretty girls. It's just that even Steve Hammer can make a mistake. I'm just not very attractive," replied the blushing girl as she realized that dozens of people were listening to her exchange with Gwen and Steve.
"Cheryl, would you be willing to sit between Steve and me tonight during the game, if your friends wouldn't mind? We can discuss this at our leisure, and we can get to know you better," suggested Gwen.
"You want me to sit with you? Sure! These guys will understand. Thanks for being so nice to me. I don't understand it, but I really do appreciate it," replied Cheryl as she stood and climbed down to join Gwen and Steve as the people that had been sitting around her suddenly began chatting quite animatedly.
Steve led Gwen and Cheryl toward Jared, who was chatting with Coach Watkins. "Coach is the new athletic director here! He's going to get us the best seats in the house."
"I didn't say that," laughed Coach Watkins. "Laura just took the baby for a quick change. When she gets back, I'd be pleased if you'd all sit in this section with us. It's usually reserved for faculty and employees of the district. If it gets to be game time and the seats aren't full, the students and general public can use them. To be honest, our basketball team isn't all that good, so there are usually a lot of empty seats.
"Here's Laura and Sterling," continued Coach Watkins. "Laura's father is named Sterling, so don't give me any crap about the name unless you want to argue with her."
"I think it's a beautiful name for a beautiful little boy," cooed Gwen as she accepted the baby from Laura and held him against her ample bosom. "Thanks for sending all of those photos, Laura. With my schedule, I don't have much time to visit my friends."
"Hey, I went through med school, too. I know what it's like," replied Laura. "Toss in the fact that you're our Congresswoman, and it's amazing that you have any time at all. But I hear you're making time for the Academy Awards in a few weeks. I bet you guys will do great! I can hardly wait to watch it."
"Thanks, Laura," responded Jordan as she joined in the conversation. "We're going to push the envelope a little. I think people will really enjoy the show and will be talking about it the next day. Steve and Gwen are amazing, and Charlie's become a real good performer, too.
"Naomi's a favorite to win for supporting actress and I wouldn't bet against Gwen winning best actress. Charlie's talent has placed us in the running for best soundtrack and song. This could be a big night for us, but win or lose; we're going to give the viewers their money's worth!" finished Jordan.
When the game began, the crowd was about half of the capacity of the gym. By halftime, the building was packed. Students in attendance had posted pictures of Steve, Gwen, Jordan, Charlie, and their friends all over social media. Just before the start of the second half, the school superintendent appeared with several board members.
They made a bee line directly for Sparta's most famous alumni where the superintendent made a request. "Thanks so much for coming to the game. There's a dance afterward and we'd consider it a great honor if you'd stay for it. If Congresswoman Anderson would care to address the students and faculty before the dance begins, we'd be especially honored."
Gwen looked at her friends before responding. They were all grinning and nodding for her to do it. "I'd be the one that would be honored. I don't have anything planned, but I'd be happy to address everyone for a couple of minutes. Would we be allowed to stay for the dance, even though we're no longer students? I remember that there used to be a rule about not allowing people out of school to attend these dances."
"I assure you that we'd love to have you all stay for the dance," replied the pleased superintendent. "That rule was to prevent problems with college age kids coming back to hassle the kids in high school. You and your friends would be attending as my guests. There will be no problem at all.
"Did you read the plaque on the wall near the south door? It's dedicated to those killed and injured that horrible day of the attack. It was placed there two years ago because the students wanted to be certain that it was never forgotten."
Gwen had never been informed of the plaque, and it soon became apparent that none of her friends had either. When the buzzer sounded to end the third quarter, they all made their way over to it. Billy, Jared, and Steve blinked to hold back their emotions as they listened to Charlotte read the plaque to the rest of the group.
"Rather than end our way of life, the heinous, cowardly attack by armed extremists that cold January day gave birth to a new and reinvigorated Sparta. We will never forget those that were killed or injured, nor shall we ever forget the courage and strength of the Spartan Nation that defeated terror here, in this very school. We proudly proclaim that we are the Spartan Nation!"
