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Capricorn in Aquarius - Part Two
I sat up in Johnny's lap, pushing a sheaf of my blonde hair out of my eyes. The shock of the bald statement must have been evident in my face, for he laughed an evil chuckle and kissed me on my lips. I could taste the beer, but I said nothing.
Johnny drew back. "I mean it. You'll be eighteen in six months. You know I want to marry you, don't you?"
He was holding my head in both hands, staring into my face. He was squeezing my chin so hard, I could only whimper.
"Sure you do. You know it and -" Suddenly, his wandering eyes seemed to focus on me. He abruptly dropped his hands."You've changed your mind. I can see it there in your face. Get off me!"
He shoved me to an ungraceful sprawl to the floor. As I made a sudden, stunned move to rise, a noise to my left made me turn. Still on the floor, I saw a wet, bedraggled Kathleen, horror on her face. Behind her was a straggle of equally damp little girls. Some were sniffling and holding their bruised arms from the spots where they received their shots. Others were crowded behind Kathleen, tears drying on their faces and their mouths open and eyes wide.
"Johnny Christianson, what do you suppose you're doing?" Kathleen demanded. Her eyes went to me. "And you - didn't I tell you not to come back here?"
(To Be Continued.)
I sat up in Johnny's lap, pushing a sheaf of my blonde hair out of my eyes. The shock of the bald statement must have been evident in my face, for he laughed an evil chuckle and kissed me on my lips. I could taste the beer, but I said nothing.
Johnny drew back. "I mean it. You'll be eighteen in six months. You know I want to marry you, don't you?"
He was holding my head in both hands, staring into my face. He was squeezing my chin so hard, I could only whimper.
"Sure you do. You know it and -" Suddenly, his wandering eyes seemed to focus on me. He abruptly dropped his hands."You've changed your mind. I can see it there in your face. Get off me!"
He shoved me to an ungraceful sprawl to the floor. As I made a sudden, stunned move to rise, a noise to my left made me turn. Still on the floor, I saw a wet, bedraggled Kathleen, horror on her face. Behind her was a straggle of equally damp little girls. Some were sniffling and holding their bruised arms from the spots where they received their shots. Others were crowded behind Kathleen, tears drying on their faces and their mouths open and eyes wide.
"Johnny Christianson, what do you suppose you're doing?" Kathleen demanded. Her eyes went to me. "And you - didn't I tell you not to come back here?"
(To Be Continued.)
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