Donny N’ Marie Ch 02

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College lovers get revenge on their nemesis


Marie arrived home two days after she’d left school. She went straight to the front door, figuring she could grab her luggage later. She wanted to get the confrontation with her parents out of the way.

Their contact since she had left for school had been limited to a few text messages and an occasional email. She walked up to the door and tried to open it, she was surprised when her face slammed into it. Her parents were home, both cars were in the driveway, but the door was locked which was unheard of.

She noticed the front door was a different color, and the window was different. She was surprised, her parents never changed things. She tried to put her house key in the lock, but it wouldn’t even go in. Marie took a few steps back and looked around. The address was right. There was the tree she had planted as a girl scout, and the flower garden her mother loved.

Marie’s eyes filled with tears. Was this a message? They knew she would be here now. She sent a text when she got off the interstate. She ran up to the door and pounded on it with her open hand. “Let me in please,” she cried out, the tears starting to flow.

She had no idea what to do if her parents had disowned her. Donny was down in Texas and…

She stumbled into the house when the door was thrown open. Marie would have fallen if it wasn’t for the quick reflexes of her brother Jimmy. He was resplendent in his Marine Dress Uniform. “J-J-Jimmy? Oh my God, you’re home!!” She jumped into a huge hug.

Jimmy wrapped his arms around his little sister who he loved more than anyone in the world. “Home in one piece and with a few extra doodads,” he said.

Marie stepped backed and looked over his uniforms to see if she could figure out what was different. “Wait you’re a Sergeant now?” she said caressing his bicep with the three chevrons. She looked at his fruit salad on his chest, “And you earned a second Distinguished Service Cross, a Navy Achievement Medal, and a Bronze Star.”

Her tone turned serious. “You were in combat?! You’re supposed to be a clerk, typing letters and shit for some general. What the fuck are you doin’ gettin’ shot at? Don’t you know you can be killed?” She glared at him.

Marie was grabbed from behind and thrown up in the air. Wayne easily caught her on her way down. “Looks like you got skinner, sis,” he said. As Wayne set Marie back on her feet, Wayne said, “don’t you know that all Marines are fighting men?”

She turned on him, “What would you know about it, Mr. I just got out of boot camp last week.”

Wayne was about to reply when they heard someone clear their throat. “Now that we’re all home, I think it’s time to have a family talk,” their father said.

“I was so scared for you Jimmy,” she cried into his shoulder as they walked into the living room. “I’m so glad you made it back! Please tell me you’re staying stateside now. Two tours in that hell hole are more than enough. You’ve done your duty, and earned your little colored pieces of plastic. Let someone else go over there.”

The kids sat on the couch and dad sat in his old Lay-Z-Boy. Soon mom joined them and sat on the arm of the recliner, next to her husband.

“First, welcome home to our decorated warrior. Despite some comments made by members of this family.” He glared at Marie. “We are all proud of you. We’re just concerned about your safety.”

The others in the family chimed in and echoed their father’s sentiments. The way her dad had glared at her, Marie was afraid of what he would say when it was her turn.

“Next, we want to welcome home the newest Marine in the family. Don’t be a dumbass like your brother and risk your life for… colored pieces of plastic…” he said smiling stealing Marie’s term for the Ribbons.

Richard took his wife Olive’s hand and looked hard at his daughter. Marie had a sinking feeling in her stomach waiting and worrying about what she would do when her dad disowned her.

“Lastly, there is a member of this family who has been absent, not only physically, but emotionally too. Olive and I wronged this person. When we were needed most, we turned our backs. Instead of standing up for the family, we let others opinions and town gossip affect how we treated our relative. For that we are sorry.” George’s eyes filled with tears as he looked at his baby girl and says, “We love you, Marie, that will never change. Forgive us.” Marie looked at her dad and mom both had tears on their cheeks.

“Daddy!” Marie squealed as she ran to her father. “Oh, Daddy, I missed you and mom so much.” She jumped in her dad’s lap and wrapped her arms around him. One by one the rest of the family joined in the hug.

After several minutes George cleared his throat. “Alright, enough of this touchy-feely crap let’s go get some steaks.” Marie was finally home.

It wasn’t until halfway through dinner that Marie realized that she had forgotten to grab her cell phone from her car. She had a brief moment to wonder if Donny had called her before her attention turned back to her family.

It was midnight before she finally got a chance to call Donny. Just as she dialed, she realized that it was past two in the morning where he was and aborted the call. Silly girl, she thought. He’s probably up and about. Most likely he’s out partying with his friends. She had no more than completed the thought when her phone rang.

“Hey baby,” came Donny’s voice “Damn I have missed you.”

He misses me, she thought with a smile. “Sorry I didn’t call you earlier, but my folks whisked my brothers and me away to dinner as soon as I got home. My cell was in my car.”

They told each other about their uneventful trips home and family reunions. Marie mentioned how happy she was her brother was home without any extra holes, and Donny told her about how he missed her at the party, and the new paragraphs he wrote.

Donny realized how late it was and said, “Shit…I better get to bed. Mom and I are driving to Corpus Christi in the morning to see my aunt. Lucky me, I get to drive while she sleeps.” Donny’s mother worked graveyard shift and would be in no shape to drive in the morning.

Marie missed Donny so much it hurt. Donny was in even worse shape. Neither wanted to hang up, so Marie asked Donny to talk to her until she fell asleep. Once Donny heard Marie’s cute little snorelets, he hung up and wondered why Marie sounded distracted and disinterested.

Maybe it’s just fatigue from traveling, he thought. He then fell asleep himself, knowing it would be a short night, followed by a long day.


The next day Marie was helping her mother decorate the Christmas tree. It seemed like old times to her. With the two women decorating the interior while her father and brothers decorated the outside.

Shortly afternoon, there was a knock at the door. Olive was on a step-ladder hanging tinseled sconces so Marie answered the door. She was surprised to find Mindy Hanrahan and Brian Stutler at the door. They had graduated a year ahead of Marie.

“Hi, guys,” said a surprised Marie.

“Hi, Marie,” they said in unison.

“We heard you were home and decided to ask for your help decorating the gym for the annual Alumni Dance.”

Marie went on high alert. While these two weren’t part of her senior year torture, they had relatives who were. “Why me? I mean we were never friends, and I wasn’t exactly popular when graduation rolled around.”

“You see,” explained Brian, “We could use all the help we can get, decorating the gym and organizing the big New Year’s Eve party.”

“Most of your class is out of town for the holidays, or just didn’t come home,” added Mindy.

“Sure I’d love to help,” Marie said warily, not sure if she should trust them, but wanting to fit back in with her town and friends. Mindy handed her a paper listing the meeting places and times. “Just show up tomorrow evening and we’ll put you to work.”

“Thanks, guys, I’ll be there,” Marie said and they left Maybe people are forgetting my reputation, she thought optimistically.

The following evening she was at the meeting. She knew almost everyone there. She was happily engrossed in painting a piece of poster board when she heard one of the guys yell, “The man is here.” Looking up, her heart fell as Frank walked into the room, high-fiving his former teammates.

He saw her frozen like a rabbit being hunted by a snake, and Frank let a sick grin grow on his face. Luckily, her brothers walked into the room behind him. Marie knew Frank would be less likely to start shit with her when Jimmy and Wayne were around. She was right, Frank ignored her, and Marie had a lot of fun with her friends.


While Marie was spending her time before Christmas decorating and party planning, Donny was sunning on the beach. He was lying on a towel looking at a picture of Marie on his phone when he heard a familiar voice behind him. “Looking at porn you fucking pervert?”

Donny looked up into the smiling faces of his cousins Tracy and Dennis.

“Don’t be rude Dennis,” Tracy chided. “Just because he looks at porn doesn’t make him a pervert.”

Tracy was twenty-five and married, Dennis was thirty and divorced. Donny had looked up to his cousins for as long as he’d been alive.

“Not looking at porn, just missing my girl.”

“Your girl? Let me see,” said Tracy reaching for his phone. “Oh my God, she’s gorgeous. Damn, Donny, you are the man!”

“Shit. Who is she really?” asked Dennis. “This chick is much too hot for a chud like you.”

“Don’t listen to him, Donny. I’m happy for you.”

Tracy tossed her towel down and ran for the water. Dennis sat next to Donny. “Man I’m not looking to rain on your parade, but with hotties like that, there’s always some swinging dick trying to put the make on her. Girls like her always break your heart. I don’t want to see that happen to you.”

“She’s not like that,” Donny said. “I’m the only guy she’s dated at school. I know she loves me.”

“I’m happy for you. Although I wish you’d transfer to U T, I’d love to have you closer.”

“I know. I’d never met her if I’d stayed in state.”

“Just be careful. I was married to a hot one, remember? I hope I’m wrong about her You deserve a good one. Remember that dating a hot girl can be a lot like playing with fire. If she comes back from break as hot for you as she was when she left… you have a good thing. But you might want to keep plan B in mind.”

That night after a very short phone conversation with Marie, Dennis’ words rang

through Donny’s head. He was missing Marie terribly, but he was getting the feeling from her phone calls, or lack thereof that the feeling wasn’t exactly mutual.

The next day Donny decided to surprise Marie for New Year’s Eve, so he bought a plane ticket to her hometown. He refused to let their first New Year’s Eve pass without kissing the girl he was planning on marrying. His flight was scheduled to land later than nine in the evening.


When Christmas was over, the alumni committee began getting ready for the New Year’s Eve party. The third day after Christmas, Marie realized she hadn’t talked to Donny since Christmas night. She knew that he and his mother were leaving Corpus Christi the day after Christmas, but she’d neglected to call him the night after they got home.

I’ll call him tonight, she thought to herself. She had no more than completed that thought when her phone rang. “Speak of the devil,” she said out loud. She looked at the caller ID only to find it was Mindy Hanrahan.

“Hi, Mindy,” Marie greeted her new friend.

“Oh, I’m so glad I caught you, Marie. Someone broke into the gym and trashed all the decorations.”

“Oh no. Why would they do that?”

“Everyone seems to think it was some punk kids looking for booze. Dumb asses should know it’s a dry party.”

“Well, that just sucks, Mindy. What can I do to help?”

“A few of us are going to go redo everything. I can’t get a hold of half the people I was supposed to call. Can you help us?”

“I’ll be down there in twenty minutes.”

“Thanks, Marie. You’re a lifesaver.”

Twenty minutes later Marie started on a task that would keep her occupied right up until the party started.


“Bye, mom. I’ll see you in the spring.”

“Donald Henry Osborne… you better not even think of leaving me here all alone on New Year’s Eve without so much as a goodbye kiss.”

He went over to where his mother was sitting and gave her a big hug and a kiss on the forehead.

“Are you sure you want to go that far, Donny? This girl hasn’t called you in three days, and I hate that you might be going thousands of miles just to get your heart stomped on.”

“I don’t know what I’ll find mom. I know it’s killing me to be away from her though. I tell you what…If I get my heart stomped on, next semester I’ll enroll in Austin.”

“Baby, for your sake then I hope you go all four years on the coast.”

She kissed him on the cheek, trying to hide the tears that were threatening to flow. He too was fighting off tears when his friend Patrick honked from the driveway.

“I love you, mom. Happy New Year!” he called out as he bounded out the door. As the sound of Patrick’s car faded, she said between sniffles, “You too, sweetheart. You too.”

Donny and Patrick had been out drinking enough times during the previous two weeks that Patrick knew his friend’s state of mind. They’d talked all about Donny’s plan for a few nights.

“Dude. Are you sure you still wanna do this? It sounded great when we were stoned, but now I think you could be headed for some shit.”

“Let me guess. She’s too hot to stay faithful to a chud like me?”

“Well I wasn’t gonna call you a chud, but you have the right idea. I know you don’t want to hear this, but this chick ain’t called ya in a week and you don’t think she’s out with an old boyfriend. That to me sounds naïve my friend. And to think you could have bagged Samantha Jensen last night instead of crying in your weed about this other chick.”

“Motherfucker, you didn’t see a single tear from me. Ain’t nothing to cry over until I know the whole story.”

They pulled up to the terminal and Donny got out. He gave Patrick a fist bump and told him not to get too fucked up.

“Happy New Year, you pussy-whipped bastard,” Patrick said as Donny closed the door. Four hours later Donny was in Marie’s home town.


The students busted their asses all night and the gym looked even better than before it was trashed. There was still enough time for everyone to go home and get ready for the party. Luckily they could wait until the second to clean up and they’d have help from the school custodians.

Marie was dead tired, but she looked forward to the party. She’d just got out of the shower and was dressing when she realized she hadn’t talked to Donny in quite some time. He’d called her twice but she’d been too busy to answer, always promising herself that when she took a break she’d call him. But the breaks were few and far between.

She was wearing only a towel. She picked up her phone to call him and looked at her alarm clock. “Enough time to have some phone sex with my poor neglected guy,” she said out loud to the empty room.

Her first call went straight to voice mail. Odd, she thought as she began getting dressed. After each piece of clothing, she’d call with the same result. By the time she was dressed and ready for the party she was sure that Donny was ignoring her on purpose.

Finally, just after she got to the party, she tried one last time. This time when it went to voice mail she was upset. “Damn it, Donny,” she said. Just then one of the girls on the committee came over, acting a fool and pinched Marie’s butt. Marie thought it was one of the guys and unloaded. “You immature perverted fucker! Why do you have to be such an asshole?”

She turned to see it was Shannon and laughed. “Damn it, girl. If you were a guy I’d have kicked your butt. Only one guy is allowed to grab me there.” Then she realized that she’d been leaving a message for Donny.

Oh shit, she thought. When she looked at her screen to push # to make the recording start over, she realized that her phone had dropped the call.

I hope that didn’t save, she thought. She called again. This time when it went to voice mail she said “Happy New year, sweetheart. I can’t wait to talk to you. I have been so crazy busy. Please call me. I love you.” Maybe it dropped before it recorded that first message, she thought hopefully.

The party was going strong. Dancers filled the gym floor and revelers filled the tables. Even though no alcohol was being served, there was still plenty going around. Marie spent most of the night dancing with her brothers and father.


Two guests at the party were Stacy Dove and Michelle Foster. They didn’t dance with anyone; they only sat and ridiculed the others. Stacy would make a rude comment about someone or another and Michelle would echo the sentiment.

Inevitably, their conversation turned into a weird game. “You know who would make an awesome couple, Michelle?”


“Steven Goodall and Ramona Simon.”

“Goody two shoes and super semen slut? Yeah, I can see that happening,” Michelle answered with an eye roll.

“How about Jerry Damien and Luther Grace?”

“Oh yeah. Jerry’s a racist homophobe and Luther is black and gay. Why not be more realistic?”


“Like Marie Ormond and Frank Kruchten.”

“Hell they’re practically married already,” Stacy said facetiously.

“I know. Don’t they make a sweet couple?”

“I know. Don’t they make a sweet couple?” “Marie Ormond and Frank Kruchten.” “Hell, they’re practically married already.” Did I just hear that? Donny asked himself. He had been at the party for only a few minutes. He had planned on finding Marie and then approaching her at midnight. In his jacket pocket, he had a sterling silver chain with a jade Buddha he planned to give Marie. It was an exact match of a necklace Roman gave to Julia to seal their love.

Donny saw Marie dancing with a tall handsome well-muscled guy. Her head was resting on his shoulder. Donny’s heart fell several stories watching the couple. When the dancers turned, Donny recognized her brother, from the photos in her dorm room, the one who was over in that fuckin’ war.

At 11:50, a pretty brunette got up on the bandstand and took the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she began. “I am Amanda Stewart and I’d like to introduce you to some people who made this evening possible.” She rattled off a bunch of names that meant nothing to Donny.

He had almost worked his way over to where Marie stood when he heard a name he knew. “Frank Kruchten.”

I forgot that asshole went to school with Marie, Donny thought. He was about to tap Marie on the shoulder when he heard a second name that he knew. “Marie Ormond.”

He watched Marie rush up to the stage as the brunette announced a couple of other names. Then it happened. One moment Donny was all smiles, watching Marie on the stage. She was radiantly beautiful; then in his world turned to shit. Frank grabbed Marie and kissed her deeply.

It wasn’t a congratulations kiss; it was a soul kiss in front of a crowd of applauding onlookers.

“Marie Ormond and Frank Kruchten. Hell, they’re practically married already. I know. Don’t they make a sweet couple,” ran through his head as he turned and headed out the door and out into the night. He managed to hold his sobs until he was safely back in his rental car.

He sat there for a minute until his eyes quit watering. “Fuck her then. She wants him she can have him. He started the car and drove back to the airport. He contemplated going back to Texas and his mother, but he didn’t want to hear how right everyone had been about the girl who was too hot for him. Instead, he bought a ticket back to school.

In the gym, all people could talk about as the countdown to the new year began, was how Marie had kneed Frank in the groin, and then with one single punch, knocked Frank out on the stage; everyone except Craig Zander. He had seen the kiss and then a guy moving quickly out of the gym had caught his attention. He made it out to the parking lot in time to see his roommate leaving. “Damn slut,” he swore under his breath as he walked to his car.


As Donny was buying his one-way ticket back to school, Marie was icing her hand. “Damn, sis, you got yerself a mean right hook,” Wayne teased. She threw him a look and he said, “Pweese don’t punch me out,” as he broke into gales of laughter.

Oh shut up and hand me my phone. There’s someone I desperately need to call.”

Marie felt better as Donny’s phone rang instead of going to voice mail, but he didn’t answer. “I should have been better about calling him,” she said as she began to cry.

“Come on, sis. It’s New Year’s Eve. He’s in Texas which is two hours ahead of us, so he’s probably passed out by now.”

Marie agreed outwardly with him, but she felt deep down that something was wrong.

The days between New Year’s Day and the day Marie drove back to school were long and frustrating. She tried calling Donny daily and never got an answer. She even contemplated calling his mother, but then she realized that there were too many Osbornes in the Houston area to try to call them all.


She did see Donny’s roommate Craig one afternoon leaving a convenience store, but he seemed to try to avoid her. Her parents and brothers kept coming up with reasons why she might not be reaching him; his phone might be shut off, his mother might have switched carriers, but then why didn’t he call and tell her the new number?

The only excuse any of them came up with that might be plausible was that Donny had done something and gotten his phone privileges taken away. “You’ll see,” her brother Jimmy said after coming up with that one. “He’ll have a lame excuse like his phone was stolen by roving gypsies or marauders, but he got grounded.”

Every time she stopped for any reason on her drive back she called. When she finally reached the college she drove through every parking lot in the dorm area to see if his car was there. Finally, she gave up and went to her room.

Maybe he’ll be waiting in there to surprise me, she thought to herself. When she opened her door all she found was a padded envelope with her name on it that had been pushed through the mail slot. She got excited when she recognized the writing as Donny’s.

She opened the envelope to find a jade Buddha necklace. Just like the one Roman gave Julia in our story, she thought. She was overjoyed that Donny had bought her something, but horrified that she hadn’t gotten him anything.

Also in the envelope was a thumb drive. She unpacked quickly and plugged the thumb drive into her laptop. When she opened the drive she saw three files. One was titled “Readmefirst.Doc,” the second was their story file, and the third said “readmelast.Doc.”

She opened the first one and read the document. “Marie, Here is all of my work on the completed story for writing. Do with it what you want but I ask you to read it first. You can take full credit even… I no longer care. ”

She was tearing up. “Why is he being this way?” About that time her roommate Dawn walked in. She immediately asked Marie why she was crying. Marie told her about getting busy and neglecting to call Donny and how he wasn’t taking her calls.

“If I were you I’d just go tell him to grow the fuck up. So you got busy. Let’s read what he put in the story.”

The story went along just as they had outlined it until Donny forced the couple to part ways for a few weeks. At this point, he had begun to write strictly from the male’s point of view. Roman called Julia every day for the first few days. Julia seemed to want to talk to him less and less until he stopped calling her and she never called him.

Marie realized that it must have been just like that for him. He had called her each time, not once had she called him. As she read on she became apprehensive.

In the story, Roman decided to surprise Julia with a gift; a jade Buddha on a silver chain. She and Donny had come up with that early in their outlining. It was to play a pivotal part in the story.

When Roman got to a party where he thought Julia would be, he heard people talking about her pending nuptials to Perry. He had been just about to tap Julia on the shoulder and surprise her when the party emcee calls the two of them up to the stage.

“Oh God no,” Marie sobbed as she suddenly knew where this was headed. She barely made it through the part where Perry kissed Julia in front of the celebratory crowd. At that point, Roman left the party and went home.

Roman moved back to his home town and tried to put his life back together. Perry and Julia lived happily ever after and often laughed about how they’d played Roman for a chump.

“It didn’t happen that way,” Marie sobbed. “Where’s the part where she punched him out?”

“What? Who’d you kiss?”

Marie went on to explain how Frank had kissed her at the New Year ‘s Eve party. Dawn laughed when Marie talked about punching Frank’s lights out. “But he left before I hit him. He didn’t see. He didn’t see.”

Marie finally opened the last document. “Yes, I was there. I heard them talking about you two being a couple. I’d ask why you two had to drag me into your sick little game but that would mean talking to your lying ass. If you ever had any genuine feelings for me, please leave me alone. I’ll only be here until the end of the year. I wish you and Frank good luck.”


A full month after returning from break, Donny still hadn’t gone to many of his classes. He’d avoided creative writing completely figuring his work on the story should count enough to get the credit for that class. He had parked his car at a storage facility within walking distance of his dorm.

On Valentine’s Day, he went on a double date with Craig and his girl. Donny’s date, Simone, was everything a guy could want in a girl, but she wasn’t Marie. Late in the evening, when Craig and his girl had gone off to be alone, Simone snuggled up to Donny and felt him stiffen… and not in a good way. “What’s wrong, Donny? Look. I like you and I am not a slut. I won’t push you. Chelsea and Craig told me what that other girl did to you.”

“Don’t get me wrong, Simone. You’re great. You’re everything I want in a girlfriend. But I can’t just jump into bed until I’m in love. The worst part is I am afraid to love here. Next fall I’m going to the University of Texas. I don’t want to lead anyone on.”

“I understand. Look. If you change your mind feel free to call me. I’d like to kick that bitch’s ass for hurting you.”


Valentine’s Day found Marie waiting until after class to speak with professor Knoffler. She had only been waiting for a few minutes when he entered his office.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, Miss Ormond?”

“It’s about my writing partner or lack thereof, Professor. How am I going to finish this story on my own?”

“Ah yes. Mr. Osborne did send me the final draft of the story. It was very dark and upsetting, but in all ways, an acceptable work, wouldn’t you agree?”

At that moment Marie let loose all the tears she’d been holding in for weeks. Professor Knoffler gave her the sympathetic ear she so desperately needed. When he’d heard her out, he told her his plan. Marie agreed to do one thing the professor felt would go a long way to fixing things.

“It may or may not work, but it will put you two in contact, and you can explain exactly what happened.”

“Thank you, Professor. Maybe we can give the story a happy ending after all.”

Donny had managed to avoid Marie since returning to school, but not Frank. Frank had heard through the grapevine about the demise of their relationship. Donny was nursing a hangover in the student union when Frank saw him.

“Well well, asshole. I bet you feel pretty fucking stupid now risking your ass for a whore who was using you. I’ll bet you never even got to find out just how nasty the little whore could be.”

Donny remembered the feel of taking her virginity, the softness of her lips and tongue, the force of their kisses and the first few moments afterward when she confessed her love for him.

“Fuck off, asswipe. What more do you want, huh? You’ve got her. I don’t give a shit anymore.”

“Oh, I’ve got her, you fucking hick. I had her in every position imaginable while we laughed…” Frank was stunned by the speed of the fist flying at his face. He was even more surprised when a huge black blur stopped the fist inches from his face.

“You don’t want to do that, son,” said the soulful voice of Luther Baxter. Luther was the starting tackle on the football team. “All you’ll get out of it is trouble. Now move along.” Donny realized he stood no chance against this mountain of humanity so he turned and walked away.

You should have kept your stupid ass in Texas with all the other inbred fags,” Frank yelled from behind him. He was about to shout an answer but Luther’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Motherfucker, you might want to shut your pie hole. Half the guys who will be protecting your skinny white ass from being sacked are from Texas. Don’t mess with Texas, son.”

As Donny got out of earshot, he knew how he was going to deal with Frank. Thank you, big guy. Thank you, he thought as he smiled for the first time since Christmas.


His smile was short-lived, however. When he booted up his laptop he found an email from Professor Knoffler, not requesting, but demanding his presence in his office the next day at noon sharp to discuss the “story” he had written. “Ignoring this request will carry dire consequences,” the final line of the message read.

“Fuck,” he said out loud.

“What’s with the foul language dude?” Craig asked.

Donny showed him the email. “He probably pissed off because he couldn’t wax the carrot over my story.”

“You should have let Superslut finish it.”

“That was my intention; I just wanted him to see how much of it I did. She could have finished it any way she wanted.”

“Well, you should go see what the guy wants. Maybe he’ll give you an out.”


At 12:30 the next day Donny sat in Professor Knoffler’s office waiting. Twice he contemplated leaving a note telling the Professor to fuck himself, but in the end, his need to defend his work won out. He could hear the professor talking to someone in the adjacent room, but he couldn’t tell who.

Finally, the professor walked into the office and slung his jacket over the back of his chair and sat. For a moment, they sat in silence. Donny was about to say something when Professor Knoffler finally spoke. “So, Mr. Osborne, would you care to tell me what happened to the eroticism of yours and Miss Ormond’s story? I asked for erotic and feeling, you gave me sad and depressing. Well written, but far from what I asked for.”

“Sir, I can only write what I know. I don’t know happy endings, I…”

“Nonsense! I read the material you wrote to get into this class. You have a wonderful eye in your mind, and you translate it well to the page. What you have given me is a cop-out, Mr. Osborne. Pure and simple. Fine if you don’t want to finish the story to my satisfaction, you and your partner can both take a failing grade in my course.”

“That’s a load of shit and you know it, sir.”

“A load of shit? I should allow two students who can’t follow a simple syllabus to float through my class just like the ones who put the effort in? You have a warped idea of what should be, young man.”

“No, sir, I don’t. It’s a load of shit that you won’t give Marie a chance. I wrote what I felt I had to and I stand by it. Marie had nothing to do with it. Give her a shot to finish and deliver an erotic tale that you’ll like.”

“Why don’t you both work together to give me a story that I’ll like?”

“Because she’s Julia,” Donny said. Tears readily flowed. “I wrote that whole break-up scene from my memory of her crushing my heart. I can’t work with her. I can’t stand the thought of being around her. I loved her. I thought she loved me but it seems I was played.”

“But you don’t want me to fail her? She messed this story up.”

“No. It’s not her fault I am naïve. Don’t punish her for following her heart. Do what you want to me.”

“I want you to read something,” the professor said. He made a few clicks on his computer and spun the monitor around so Donny could read what was on the screen. Donny recognized right away that it was the story he’d written.

“I’ve read this, sir. Hell, I’ve lived it.”

“Read the paragraph after Roman fled the party.”

He read that Roman had missed the part where Julia had kneed Perry in the crotch and then decked him. “It would have been nice if it had happened that way,” Donny said between sniffles.

“That’s exactly how it happened,” came Frank’s voice from behind him. He spun ready to break Frank’s face only to find it wasn’t Frank. Marie’s brother stood in front of him.

“She knocked his ass out, dude. I’m Jimmy by the way.”

“But they’re getting married. I heard two girls talking about it.”

“What two girls?” After Donny described them, Jimmy laughed. “Those two mental midgets wouldn’t know love if it shat on their toast. They are the female equivalent to Beavis and Butthead.”

“But what about the fucked up message Marie left me?”

“I can explain that,” said a tearful Marie as she walked sheepishly into the office. She told him all about the committee and the girl pinching her. “I left you another message after it. Didn’t you hear it?”

“No. I thought it was another nasty gram so I deleted it.”

“Well, I wished you a happy New Year. But what is most important is the last thing I said. I said it and I meant it and I still mean it.”

“What did you say?”

“I love you.”

She ran to him and they embraced. Professor Knoffler nodded to Jimmy. “Let’s give them a few minutes to talk.”

Donny and Marie talked for a while and decided to try again. Marie held his hand all the time they talked as if she’d drown if she let it go. As they spoke a new sadness came over Donny.

“I have something to tell you, Marie. I transferred to the University of Texas. I couldn’t stand to think of coming back here for three more years.”

“Donny, I love you. We’ll figure something out.”

When they were all about to leave, Donny turned to Jimmy. “Jimmy, can I get you to do me a huge favor?”

“What kind of favor?”

Donny explained what he wanted and Jimmy roared with laughter. Of course, I’ll do it.


It was a beautiful sunny Saturday in spring. Craig and Chelsea sat in the stadium waiting for Donny and Marie to show up. “Where are these guys at?” asked Chelsea.

“Probably in a sex coma,” Craig joked. “Don’t worry; you know he wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

“Who’s worried? We’re here,” Donny said as he and Marie sat down. “How are the warm-ups looking?”

“See for yourself,” Craig said handing Donny a pair of binoculars. Donny scanned the players’ faces. Several had a look that he’d hoped they have.

“So when are you guys going to tell us what this is all about?” asked Chelsea.

“Yeah. I can think of a thousand other things I’d rather be doing than watching the spring football game,” added Marie. “Or well at least one,” she added with a grin; wondering why Donny gave up their weekly tryst, for a football game.

“Oh, this spring scrimmage is special. We’ll be seeing the debut of the quarterback of the future,” said Donny as he shot a mischievous grin at Craig.

“It should be a good battle of quarterbacks. Frank is on the blue team, and Sean Jefferson, his most bitter rival for the starting job is on the white team.”

As the white offense took the field, the announcer told the crowd that the spring scrimmage was the only time the coach allowed the defenses to hit the quarterbacks; on a limited basis anyway.

It was soon apparent why the quarterback battle was so close. Jefferson took the white squad right down the field and then connected with the star wide receiver for a thirty five-yard touchdown.

The blue squad, however, didn’t fare as well. Frank was sacked twice and had his first pass intercepted. The coach screamed at the blue offense and told them to go again. It was quickly obvious that the blue line was not blocking well for Frank. The white defense seemed to be going a bit harder than the blue had. When Frank did manage to finally get a pass off, it hit his wide receiver in the back, drawing the ire of the coaches.

When the white offense took the field again, the coaches were chewing out the blue squad. Five plays later the white team had scored again and the blue team came back out.

The only play Frank didn’t get hit was the first play that he handed off to a running back. Every other play ended up with him on his back. Marie realized that Donny and Craig were enjoying Frank’s misery a little too much.

On one play, Luther Baxter stepped backward and allowed JC Winkler, the NCAA sack leader to have a free shot at Frank. Donny and Craig howled with laughter as Frank’s helmet went flying.

“OK, you two. Why is it that the one practice we come to, Frank is getting killed by his teammates?” Marie asked. Just then Donny howled again and high-fived Craig.

Marie turned in time to see Frank’s own running back run over the top of him. “Don’t mess with Texas, motherfucker,” Donny laughed.

Marie looked at him confusion written on her face, “OK, buster, start explaining.”

For the next few minutes, between gales of laughter, Donny explained how some photos of Frank and a few of his teammates’ girls had gotten emailed to team members. A few were also treated to Frank’s tirade about how “All Texans were good for is making the rest of us look smart.”

“Half of the team is from Texas, and they didn’t exactly agree with Frank’s opinions.”

“When did you get Frank talking shit about Texans?”

“When your brother was here to provide the audio. He sounded enough like Frank, that when I recorded him reading a few things no one could tell the difference.”

“I have a question,” said Chelsea. “How did you get pictures of Frank with other players’ women?”

“Well,” said Craig. “We’ve had pics of the girls since school began. All it took was a few doctored pictures of Frank to be photoshopped onto them and we had what we needed to burn his ass.”

“Yeah, and since the girls stand to get in trouble for taking naked pics of each other, they won’t mind blaming Frank either,” said Donny.

“It’ll be Frank’s word against theirs, and I know they’ll do damage control,” added Craig.

They looked down in time to see Frank take his last hit of the afternoon. As he limped off of the field Marie said, “I guess it couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.”

As Frank left the locker room bruised and beaten, Linda the RA was standing in front of his car, with two campus police officers and Kristy Demming. He walked over and asked, “What the fuck’s going on?”

The officers grabbed Frank and put him in handcuffs. “Frank Krutchen you are under arrest for suspicion of rape, child porn, and invasion of privacy with lewd intent.”

Kristy stepped forward, “That’s right, asshole, I turned your ass in. No fuckin’ means no…” Linda pulled her back as she tried to kick him.

“When Kristen told me how you filmed yourself fucking her when she was telling you to stop, we went right to the police. During the game, they got a warrant, to search your phone, and found the video of Donny and Marie, ending with my warning to delete them or be arrested. They brought the phone to me to get Donny and Marie’s names. I recognized some of the other girls you had naked pictures of. At least one was seventeen when the photo was taken; because she turns eighteen tomorrow. With the evidence against you, you better get yourself a good lawyer, fuckwad.” She draped her arm around Kristy and watched as Frank was put in the back seat of the squad car and taken away.

As Donny and his friends were leaving the station, they saw a campus police car drive by. “Was that Frank in the back seat?” Marie asked. The rest shrugged their shoulders and went to get some pizza.”



One late August morning Donny woke with a start. “I’m gonna be late to fucking class!”

He’d gotten an apartment near the University of Texas campus. Summer commitments had cut into the time he and Marie had been able to spend together.

They’d managed to get away for a week around the Fourth of July and spent several hours one night fucking on the beach in Corpus Christi. During that episode, Donny had picked Marie up while his cock was fully embedded in her hot wet pussy.

“Standing now?” Marie asked breathlessly. “Baby your legs will get tired.”

With a mischievous grin, Donny carried her out into the surf. “My legs won’t get that tired, I have Neptune to help me.”

They stood there in the warm gulf water and fucked until they were sore. When Donny spewed his load of cum into Marie she was exhausted. “I have better-staying power than the boy whose cherry you took so long ago.”

“Oh yes you do, but that seawater didn’t help the lubrication any. If you’re going to fuck me silly, take me back to our room and do it properly.”

Naked, he carried her back to the room where he did just that. But since then he’d only talked to her on the phone and Video Chat, using their Christmas gifts. A week before school started, he lost contact with her.

He knew that there was a good chance that she’d meet another guy. He wasn’t looking for a new girl though. If Marie and I fail, I’m not hooking up until I get out of school, he thought.

He made it to his creative writing class just in the nick of time. A brassy blonde woman with a Texas-sized accent took the podium and announced herself. “I am Professor Judy Brock, and I will be turning y’all into the next Stephen Kings or Patricia Cornwells.”

For the next thirty minutes, she went over the different things she expected, and what things would earn a “Well bless your little heart,” from her before she brought the wrath of God down on an unfortunate student. Finally, she was wrapping up her speech. “My last advice for you today is pretty simple. Find yourself a writing partner for the year. Make sure it’s someone you can handle being around a lot. If you can’t find one… I’ll assign you one on Wednesday.”

“I think I’ll just let her assign me one,” Donny told his neighbor.

He got up and headed out of the room. As he was about to leave the building someone tapped him on the shoulder. “Would you like to be my writing partner for the year?”

He turned around, intending to turn the person down when his eyes lit up. “Marie?”

She jumped up and kissed him full on the lips. “Marie? Wha..what are you doing here?”

“Going to school, silly. So are we partners or what?”

“Damn right we are,” he said as he hugged her again.

Later on, while lying in a sexual afterglow, she explained that after he’d transferred she couldn’t stand the thought of not being with him. “I had someone pull a few strings to help me get in here. I did it quietly so I could surprise this guy I love.”

“The only guy you better be surprising is me,” he said as he kissed her. “So who pulled strings?”

“Professor Knoffler. He said that he wasn’t about to see his streak die.”

“His streak?”

“Every year, he pairs his freshman writing class up. Some he just pairs up, but he usually pairs ten couples he thinks will go on to be soul mates. He’s never had fewer than seven couples end up getting married. Only four of the couples he helped get together have gotten a divorce. When we had our issue at Christmas we threatened his streak, and he knew deep down we were meant to be together.”

They skipped class the next two days to move Marie from a dorm into Donny’s apartment. Most of their classes were together so they spent a lot of time in the apartment.

“I wonder what this is,” Donny said pulling a huge envelope out of their mailbox several weeks later.

Marie looked at it and squealed in delight. “It’s from Dawn.” She grabbed it from Donny and ripped it open.

“Why did she send the school paper?” Donny asked. Marie started laughing hysterically. She handed him the paper, and he read the headline:

“Former QB Frank Krutchen Sentenced to Fifteen Years for Rape.”

The next day, another envelope similar to the first one arrives. This time there was no return address on it. Donny and Marie open it and both grow wide-eyed when they read the headline on Marie’s hometown newspaper: “State Police arrest Springfield Police Chief and Washington County Sheriff in Rape Cover-Up”

When Marie returned home for Christmas Break, Donny was by her side. Shortly after introducing him to her parents and her brother Wayne, there was a knock at the door. Marie answered the door to find a young state trooper was waiting for her.

He tipped his hat and said, “I believe this is yours, young lady,” as he handed her the tablet that was stolen from her in High school.

“Where’d you find this?” she asked.

“It was found in the former police chief’s house when it was searched. It helped convict him, and we are extraditing Frank Krutchen on about twelve counts of raping a minor, and conspiracy to commit rape.”

As he walked away Donny looked at Marie. He touched her necklace and with a laugh said, “Karma’s a bitch.”

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So ends the adventures of Donny and Marie.

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