'In the back door of the kitchen,' Rosalita laughed.
Suddenly, the night air was split by a harsh voice. 'Hey, what goes on out there?'
'Jesus!' said Tony. 'It must be the night guard. Let's get the hell out of here!'
An old man came running quickly as his arthritic legs could carry him to the pool area. He just caught sight of the three nude bodies disappearing through the hedges. He reached for his gun which carried blank cartridges and fired several shots in the air. The three 'fugitives' scurried down the hill across the golf course to the patch of forest. When they had reached safety, they turned and looked behind them.
'I guess the old coot isn't following us.'
'We could have been killed,' said Rosalita dramatically.
'Shit!' replied Tony. 'Come on, let's get in the car. We'll get dressed further down the road. There's no time to waste. He might have called the police.'
Rosalita and Catch got into their clothes while Tony drove. When they reached Rosalita's trailer, Tony stopped the car and got dressed himself.
'I'll see you tomorrow?' Rosalita asked.
'Sure,' replied Tony.
'Thanks a lot, both of you,' said Catch sincerely. 'I had a ball.'
'I had four,' said Rosalita and swaggered toward the trailer.
Catch stared out the windows of his office across the vista of the golf course and beyond. He smiled at his memories and wished he could be an innocent boy once again. There was a knock on the door. He called, 'come in.'
It was Miss Tyne. 'It's five o'clock, Mr. Callahan. Would you like me to stay and work late?' she asked hopefully.
'No thanks, Miss Tyne. Everything I have to do, I have to do myself. I'll see you in the morning.'
'You're sure, Mr. Callahan?'
'Yes, thank you,' he replied briskly.
CHAPTER FOUR
Catch sat back down at his desk and picked up the reports concerning the social functions of the Club.
'That Rosalita,' he said smiling to himself. 'She was something else.'
Rosalita became pregnant and Tony married her, knowing full well that there was a possibility that the baby might be his younger brother's. He never mentioned the fact or referred to that particular night to Catch, but things between the two brothers were never the same. Tony, in reality, was jealous of his brother's youth, looks and physical prowess. Catch, in turn, was dismayed by his brother's attitude toward him, and never understood the reasons.
After the baby was born, Tony and Rosalita bought a mobile home and moved to the Louisiana coast where Tony could find work. Catch was the only child left at home. His parents doted upon him. He was very bright in school and passed his courses with high marks easily without having to study hard. Catch's parents were delighted. He was the only one of their children who had shown any marked aptitude toward education. They cut down on their expenses so that they could save money to send him to college.
Catch, aware of his parents' sacrifices, made applications to various colleges. He was on the track team and he excelled in that, so there was a possibility that he might get an athletic scholarship. In addition, his grades were excellent and he was captain of the debate team. The only thing that worried him was his grade in English. It was his only 'B' and he felt that he had deserved an 'A'. He decided to talk to his teacher about it and made an appointment with her one afternoon after class.
His English teacher was a young, unmarried woman of twenty-eight years named Sally Ann Graves. She was a slender, nervous individual whose interest in Catch was more than scholastic. She was pretty in a quiet way. Her skin was clear and bright, her eyes dark blue and her face heart-shaped. Her fine, blond hair was worn in a short, curly style and she dressed with as much flair as her salary would permit. She was anxious about her meeting with Catch and was indeed surprised that he had requested one. She thought that Catch was a very bright student. She had loaned him several books which were beyond the other students' mentality, but she was disappointed in him as a student. Miss Graves felt that he didn't work hard enough, didn't live up to his full potential.
Miss Graves was also very attracted to the well-built young man, something she had never encountered in her teaching career before. After all, Catch was only eighteen and a senior in high school and she was ten years his senior.
'Why, I'm practically old enough to be his mother if I were married in India,' she often reminded herself.
Still, she could not help noticing his penetrating eyes, his muscular biceps, his swelling thighs and particularly the outline of his cock and balls so clearly defined beneath the thin fabric of his pants.
'Don't any of these kids wear underwear anymore?'
She would fantasize about Catch often, sometimes recasting herself and Catch in famous scenes with popular hero's and heroines.
Scarlet and Rhett… 'Never lock a door on me, Scarlet!'
Stanley and Blanche… 'We've had this date from the beginning, baby.'
Catherine and Heathcliff… 'You are my life, Cathy.'
Often these fantasies would be accompanied by a mail order vibrator which Miss Graves had bought for herself.
Miss Graves nervously paced the floor of her office waiting for Catch to appear. Some of the other teachers had stopped by to ask her if she wanted to accompany them to the local drugstore for a soda, but she had happily declined. She shut the door of her office and checked herself in the mirror. Her lipstick was smeared in the corner. Irritably, she wiped it off and applied a fresh coat. She tousled her hair as best she could and closed the blinds.
'What am I doing?' she asked herself. 'It's not as if…'
There was a loud rap at the door.
'Come in,' she called sweetly.
Catch entered the office and closed the door behind him.
'Oh, hello, Catch. Won't you sit down?'
Catch sat on a straight-backed chair next to her desk and waited for Miss Graves to stop pacing. She walked to the bookcase and ran her fingertips over her various volumes.
'What is it you wanted to see me about, Catch?'
'It's about my grade, Miss Graves.'
'Yes.'
'Well, I can't understand why I got a 'B' at the end of the term. I made 'A' grades on all my tests and papers.'
'I'm well aware of that, Catch. I gave you a 'B' hoping that you would apply yourself more. I don't feel you're doing enough extra work. You're breezing through the class on almost no effort.'
'You expect extra work, Miss Graves?'
'From you, yes. You're my brightest student, Catch, the brightest student I've encountered since I started teaching. I suppose we should have had this talk sooner. I don't like to under grade you…'
'The 'B' may affect my college scholarship, Miss Graves. I don't think it's fair.'
She thought for a moment. 'Perhaps it wasn't, Catch. I didn't think of that, but I'd still like to give you more personal attention and would like to see you do more work than the other students because you're capable of
