42--CONTEMPORARY TV FICTION

Releasing pent up tension, Wayne softly cooed, collapsing in my arms. But as he nestled within my embrace, I never felt like a bigger ASS for making promises that might be IMPOSSIBLE to keep!"

It was way for a while. I couldn't tell the time, I was still holding Wayne tightly in his darkened room. The emotional turmoil must've got the best of him, because he fell deeply asleep.

Gently, I picked him up. Until then, I never realized just how much weight he lost as his body felt feathery light.

I thought about undressing him for bed, but I quickly gave that idea. Although a frilly pink nightie was already laid out on his bed, I feared what I would find beneath all his feminine finery!

"Sleep tight, pal," I softly whispered, placing the comforter atop him. "I might be a jerk, but a promise is a promise."

Once I quietly shut his door, I headed back down stairs. I hoped to leave the house unnoticed, but just my luck, Rachel was at the front door to see me out. Then Rita Delatore appeared in the foyer.

"You're a real sport, Ron," Rita Delatore warmly grinned. "Your presence here tonight's much appreciated."

Taking my hand, she gave it a firm, business like shake. "SPORT?" I asked, befuddled. "I'm just supporting my friend."

"And don't think it'll go unrewarded, Ron. I hear you're a big baseball fan. I happen to have two extra tickets to the big game with Cleveland tomorrow night. Here, they're yours!" I was confused.

"Best seats in the park! Front row boxes. . .right behind the third base dugout! ENJOY!" Rita smiled, with a knowing wink. "Come by around five thirty, tomorrow. Wayne ought to be ready by then."

Immediately, I seized upon her evil ulterior motives. Having second thoughts, I wondered whether they a gift or a bribe?

Nevertheless, I took the tickets. After all, I'd be off to college in a few days and this was my last chance to spend quality time with Wayne. And after witnessing first hand the odds he was up against, he needed ALL the moral support he could get!

BOSOM BUDDY -43

On my last day at work, the boss let me knock off early. With my paycheck in my pocket, I hurried home to get ready for the game.

After showering, I stood in my underwear, staring into my closet. "What to wear.... I muttered to myself as bizarre images of Wayne burned in my mind. What would he wear?

I thought of calling him up to find out. But I chickened out, fearing if I did, I'd probably back out of the evening all together!

Driving the half block to the Carrs' house, my stomach churned with anxious tension. What if someone saw us? Tuning in my favorite radio station, I blasted the volume, hoping the rock music would boost my nerve.

But when I pulled into the drive way, I got pissed. There on the porch sat Rachel, acting like a one girl welcoming party! She came to my car.

"Good timing," she coyly smirked, shouting above the din of my car stereo. "He's just about ready! You'll treat him right, won't you?"

"Right?" I sneered.

"Treat him like a girl."

Out of the car, I was at the foot of the porch when the front door opened. Looking up, I stopped dead in my tracts.

"Ron!" Wayne breathlessly tittered. Playfully fingering a green ribbon at the end of his thick, chocolate brown braid, he demurely pursed his red glossed lips. "Am I TOO overdressed? I didn't really know what to wear.'

My mouth gaping, I ogled the tight bodice of his green flower print sheath dress, I was amazed how it hugged his svelte upper body like a second skin! "It's fine..."

Girlishly giggling, Wayne gracefully pirouetted. As his flounced skirt billowed his shapely hips, I stared in awe at his silky nylon clad legs and tiny feet in green, four inch pumps!

"Have fun, you two!" Mrs. Carr cheered, peering out the front door. "Remember, darling, call if you plan on being late!"

Waving at his Mom, Wayne's very long, red polished fingernails glistening in the late afternoon sun. As I held open the passenger door, he slinked into the front seat, curling his legs with a natural feminine flair.

"Hurry, Ron!" he giddily chirped, placing his small, green purse between us. "If we missed batting practice, I'd just simply DIE!"