Marriage of Convenience

Parts 4-7

By 'J'

Michelle woke to the sounds of bustle and preparation outside her door. When she emerged, belting  er bath robe, she could hear the florists and caterers taking over the living room. Carmen's voice dominated. Michelle bypassed the scene and entered the kitchen, where her father was nursing a cup of coffee morosely. I told Carmen we should have gone to the justice of the peace, he said to Michelle. Did you see the chaos in there? I'm sure it will be lovely Michelle said soothingly. Ed looked as though he wasn't so sure.


Michelle went to get a glass of orange juice, and from the window over the sink she saw Danny  stacking a pile of bricks on the terrace next to the pool. What's Danny doing? she said to her father. He's clearing off the patio for this afternoon, her father replied distractedly, wincing at a crash in the next room. He got up to investigate, and Michelle moved closer. Danny had removed his shirt, and the morning sun shone fully on his tanned torso as he shifted the stones. A thin stream of prespiration trickled down the middle of his back. Michelle watched for a long moment, then glanced
over her shoulder to make sure her father was still occupied before she wandered outside.


"Good Morning" she said to Danny, who looked up. Hi Michelle, he said, unsmiling, wiping his forhead with the back of his arm. "How long have you been out here?" Michelle asked. "Oh, and hour or so, I thought I would make myself useful, before the big event. How are things inside? "Loud". He nodded. "When's the wedding?" "Two o'clock. Who's coming? Michelle shrugged. "I really don't know. Some local people, friends of theirs, I guess. He didnt' look pleased at the prospect. In fact, neither of the men in the house seemed particularly delighted by the proceedings. 


Michelle, are you comming in for breakfest?, her father called from the doorway. Michelle looked at Danny. "what about you" she said. "I'm okay" he answeard. Michelle turned and went in the house.


Rosa had arrived while Michelle was outside. SHe was a beautiful dark skinned woman in her late thirties, with waist length hair. She nodded at Michelle when they were introduced and went back to cooking breakfast. Michelle joined Carmen and her father at the table. They discussed the upcoming nuptials with varying degrees of enthusiasm throughout the meal. and by the time Michelle got up to put her plate in the sink, Danny was gone. 


He did not reappear for the rest of the morning and around noon his mother started looking worried. Michelle went to her room to get ready. The trades people has all left and the house was curiously quiet, the calm before the storm. Michelle removed her dress from the closet and hung it on the back of the door. She examined herself in the cheval mirror, studying her dark blond hair, and the slim legs reveled by her short robe. What did people see when they looked at her? A kid. Danny said, but was that really true? She sensed that the summer would forge a bridge between childhood and
womanhood, and she felt poised on the brink of a new life.


She made up carefully and donned the expensive dress her brother would never have approved- a  strapless pale blue sheathe with a cap sleeved bolero jacket. With the jacket, it was quite proper, without the possibilities for impropritey seemed endless. Michelle added a pair of white sandles, and pearls at her ears and throat, and she was ready..


Some of the guest were arriving, and Michelle's father introduced her to a few of them. When there was a lull in the conversation, he took her aside and whispered, "Honey, see if you can locate Danny. We're almost ready to do this thing and Carmen can't find him. Michelle nodded, slipping out the back door as soon as she had a chance. Rosa, standing at the kitchen counter glanced after her as she left.


Cars were lining up on the driveway and the bustle of activity was increasing. Michelle bypassed it, going straight to the guest house, which was empty. Danny's suitcase was dumped on the floor, its contents spilling out, and the bed was rumpled. Michelle strolled around the grounds a bit more, but Danny was nowhere to be found. Time was passing and she went back to the house, signaling her father by shaking her head. He closed his eyes briefly, disengaged himself form a conversation, took
Michelle's arm and ushered her out the door again. "I knew he would do something like this", Ed muttered. "We have to find him. Carmen will be devestated if he doesn't stand up for us". They widened the circle of exploration, proceeding down the back path to the staff houses and the horse stalls. They encountered nothing but empty space until Ed unbarred the door of the last stable.


Danny was sprawled in the hay, fully dressed in a dark suit. His eyes were closed. "Is he asleep"? Michelle asked anxiously, lifting her dress carefully out of the way and keeling next to the inert man on the straw.


"He's drunk" Michelles father replied, pushing Danny to a sitting position and slapping his cheeks. A half empty bottle of bourbon rolled out from under him, dribbling dark liquid into the straw. "why". Michelle asked. Her father sighed. "I'm not sure, honey, but I can guess. He loved his dad a lot. Now, I dont' think he can face his mother marrying someone else". He shook the younger man briskly, and Danny mumbled, his eyelids fluttering.


"But he came here for the wedding," Michelle protested. "And he likes you, I can tell."  "He's trying, Michelle," Ed replied. "I know he wants his mother to be happy, but he's been through such a lot. I guess this was just a little too much for him." Ed propped Danny against the wall of the stall, and his head lolled. "What has he been through?" Michelle asked, awed by the compassionate tone in her usually gruff father's voice. Ed glanced at her as if to determine whether she could handle the information he was about to impart. 


"He was raised from a boy, to kill". Ed said flatly. "Him and his mother had to take over the handlings of the business after Mr. Santos got murdered. "He was just a kid a little younger than you. What he has seen, and had to do is heart wrenching. I'm telling you this to help you understand, but I don't want you to mention it to him or anyone else, have you got that? "Yes, Michelle murmured, swallowing. "But, how could he think that doing this would help"? she inquired after a thoughtful  pause. "He isnt thinking, he's in a lot of pain. And not just about this wedding. Don't be fooled by
that smart aleck exterior." He shook Danny again, and this time Danny came around, coughing and blinking. In the next instant Danny was on his feet and Ed was flung to the floor. Michelle jumped back, shocked as Danny grabbed her, his eyes wild. She would never forget the strength of his grip, the expression on his face, as he struggled back to full consciousness. He released her the instant her realized what he was doing.


"I'm sorry," he gasped in confusion. "I didnt mean to do that. Did I hurt you?" His hair was disheveled, littered with bits of hay, and his eyes were bloodshot. He had whiskey stains on his shirt and tie. Michelle shook her head, rubbing her bare arms where Danny's fingers had bruised the flesh. Her father struggled to his feet. He took Danny by the shoulders and said, "Take it easy". Your safe, among your friends. We've got to get you straightened out before your mother sees you, okay?


Danny passed a shaking hand over his forehead and nodded dumbly. His eyes returned to Michelle and dropped. He walked unsteadily to the wall a short distance away and stood with one hand flat against it, his head bent, silent.


"Is he alright?" Michelle asked in an undertone. Ed nodded. "I think so. But if he's like that drunk, I'd  hate to see the damage he could do when he's sober." He pushed back the sleeve of his jacket and glaced at his watch. "YOu go back, Dad," Michelle said quickly, making a decision. "They'll be looking for you, the minister will be here any minute. I'll take care of Danny. I'll get him together and we'll both be there on time". Ed looked relieved for a split second before his expresion changed to concern. "are you sure you can handle him?" he asked, looking worriedly from one young person to
the other. "we'll be fine" Michelle said, kissing his cheek hurriedly. "Just help me get him to the guesthouse and you can go ahead".


They got on either side of Danny and walked him back to the guesthouse. Ed shoved Danny into the bathroom, and Michelle heard some thumping noises while her father got him undressed and into the shower. After a minute Ed emerged, looking slightly rumpled but pleased.


"He's coming out of it, the cold water is doing the trick", Ed reported. The kitchen is right in there Michelle, Why don't you fix him some coffee. Make him a strong cup and help him get ready when he comes out. His suit is all right but I'll have to send for a shrit and tie with Rosa.


Okay Honey, thanks a lot. I'll see you back at the house. Her father fled. She was heating water for coffee when the bathroom door opened and Danny emerged, surrounded by a cloud of steam. "How are you feeling?" Michelle asked. He thumbed his damp hair back from his face. "Foolish", he said shortly. He had a white towel wrapped around his hips. "I"m making you some coffee" Michelle said. "Thanks". He sat on the edge of the bed and put his head in his hands. He looked so defeated and alone that her heart went out to him.


Michelle walked over and sat next to him. After a moment she put a tentaive hand on his shoulder. His flesh was cool on the surface from the water, but warm underneath. He looked up, his dark dark lashes still tangled and wet from the shower. "I don't think I can face this". he whispered. The naked vulnerability in his expression took her by surprise, he seemed like a person who would keep such feelings to himself. But she had seen too much in the past hour to be fooled by his false bravado,
and perhaps he knew that. "Yes, you can," she said quietly. "You really know your father's gone when you see your mother marrying somebody else" he muttered. "YOu miss him alot don't you" He didnt answear. "I think I know how you're feeling" she said. He studied her intently. "YOu do?" She nodded. "ITs hard for me to see my father marrying again too. My mother died when I was 12, and it was very painfull for me. Kids always have this fantasy about their parents being happy and together forever you know? She stopped and conclueded, "Its hard for me to face this too." He
sighed brokenly, his gaze focused on the floor.


"Let me bring you that coffee." Michelle said quickly, rising to get it. She handed him the cup and he downed half of it in one swallow. "You're pretty grown up for a little girl", he observed, looking at her. Michelle didnt reply.


"I'm sorry that you had to see this," he went on, shaking his head. "Sometimes I just can't seem to...." His voice trailed off into silence. "Its alright," Michelle said reassuringly. "Nobody knows but my father and me. "I'm such a jerk," he said closing his eyes. "I really didnt want to ruin this for my mother". "You won't," Michelle said firmly. "There's still time. Now get dressed and we'll go. He nooded, swallowing the rest of the coffee, and rose, grabbing his clothes. He went back into the bathroom and emerged seconds later wearing his suit pants, with the jacket over his arm. A knock came at the door. Michelle opened it to admit Rosa, who took the scene at a glance an raised her eyes heavenward. Mr. Bauer siad to give you this," she declaimed, handing Michelle a folded shirt and tie. "Thank you," Michelle said, taking the bundle. She looked back at Danny. "Rosa this is
just...I mean, we're..."I don't want to hear, Rosa said, holding up her hand and turning to pull the door closed behind her. "Smart woman", Danny said dryly. He took the sirt and slipped into it, buttoning it hastily, IT hung on his slim frame and the collar was too big. He stuffed the loose folds into his pants and knotted the tie tightly under the collar. "HOw do I look?" he asked, putting on his jacket and turning to face her. "very handsome" Michelle said truthfully. He came to her and took her face between his hands, kissing the tip of her nose briefly. "You're a sweet girl", he said. "A liar, but a sweet girl". She smiled at him. "Now lets get a move on before Mother sends out the National Guard," he said briskly.


They ran back to the main house and entered just as the minister was arriving. "There you are!"  Carmen said as they walked into the living room. Her forced smile became genuine when she saw her son. She took his boutonniere from a box on the coffee table and fastened it to his lapel, giving Michelle a frown. "Look your hairs still wet" she said, brushing back a lock of it as she stepped away from him. "Everything looks great" Danny said. The whole room was banked with flowers, the dining table ablaze with candles and loaded with fool. The well dressed guests were milling about, drinks in hand. "It sure does," Michelle seconded. "And so do you". Michelle said. Would you like a drink, Carmen said to her son. Danny looked at Michelle, who glanced away. "No thanks", Danny said. Here you are Michelle, she handed Michelle an arrangement of irises and carnations, "Blue and white, as requested." "Thank you".


Everyone assembled in the living room. The ceremony was mercifully short, and Danny said the right things at the right time. Afterward, during the flurry of congratulations, Danny sidled up to Michelle in the dinning room and said, "We made it". "Yes, we did," she agreed, smiling. "Thanks to you," he added. "that's twice you took care of me in two days. Are you a ministering angel in disguise? "Maybe," Michelle said mysteriously. "then its a bad disguise, " Danny said, popping a Swedish meatball into his mouth. "You look to much like an angel in it." Charmed into silence, Michelle didn't
know what to say. Before she could reply, he was talking to somebody else. "how did I do? Michelle's father asked behind her. "You're a star" she said kissing him. A friend of Ed's came over to be introduced, and by the time Michelle looked around for Danny, all that was visible was his back disappearing through the front door. He was following a young woman in a red dress.


Daddy? Michelle said. Her father turned. "What honey"? "Who was the girl in the red dress? She was standing next to the fireplace during the ceremony." "Oh, that was Josh Randall's daughter. He runs the local feed supply house. SHe works in the office. Michelle watched for the rest of the afternoon, but Danny did not return. Her father and Carmen went to bed around midnight, after everyone had gone home, and Michelle did the same a few minutes later. She slept fitfully and woke just before
dawn. Danny's car was still gone. 


For the next couple of weeks, Michelle saw Danny around the ranch but rarely spoke to him. He would wave or gesture to her when he saw her, but his days were occupied with working under her fathers supervision, and he took his meals elsewhere.


At night he would vanish. Carmen said to her friends on the phone that she'd had reports he was patronizing the local bars, and expression that Michelle had previously heard only in the movies. And on the weekends, he would disappear from Friday evening until Monday morning.


Michelle heard her father telling Carmen to leave Danny alone, not to interfere, and her stepmother seemed to be taking the advice.


Michelle's birthday came at the end of the month. Ed and Carmen had a horse show in the afternoon, but they were planning to return to take Michelle out to dinner in the evening. They had made a reservation in a fancy restaurant, and Michelle was planning to wear her blue dress. Sans Jacket. She had been working on her tan, spending her afternoons by the pool. Her hair had lightened a shade and her skin had a healthy glow. Her father had remarked jokingly that it was a shame there were no suitable young men around to appreciate her. Michelle agreed. She was polishing her nails when the phone rang on the afternoon of her birthday. "Hello" Michelle, said picking up the receiver. It was Rosa's day off and, anyway, she couldn't get used to having a housekeeper answer the phone. "Hi, its Carmen. Listen, this auction is running much later than we thought it would, and the horse your father is waiting for is scheduled for last. We're not going to
make it back to take you out for dinner. I hope you don't mind. That's okay Michelle said, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice. "But, I called Daniel at the guesthouse, and he's going to take you. I hope you don't mind." Michelle hesitated. That was certainly a switch. "I already called the restaurant and changed the reservation from three to two people. It's for eight o'clock, so I told Daniel you'd better leave by seven thirty. "Fine" Michelle answered. What else could she say? Michelle hung up. The prospect of spending an evening with Danny was a little unnerving.


Danny walked through the door at seven fifteen. She was wearing mascara and eyeliner, which her brother did not allow, and had put her hair up in a chignon. She was feeling very nervous but wanted to put on a brave face. HE was wearing slacks with a navy blazer. He stopped short when he saw Michelle. His eyes raked over her from head to food and returned to her face. "Where did you get that dress?" He said. "this is the dress I was wearing at the wedding." she said, bewildered. "It didn't look like that before," he said. "I had the jacket on then." Michelle said. "Put it on now." Danny replied. "Why?" She asked, disappointed that he didn't like her outfit. She could understand why his mother worried about him. He was certainly mercurial. He shrugged. "have it your way. Well, I guess we'd better get going. I promised mother I'd have you there by eight." His manner was less than enthusiastic. "don't do me any favors." Michelle mumbled under her breath. "What?" he said watching her. "never mind" He probably had to break a hot date to take the brat stepsister to dinner, she thought unhappily. "Then lets just go okay? he said.


It was a strained ride to the restaurant. Despite his apology, Danny was still jumpy, and after a few faltering attempts at conversation, Michelle gave up, sitting in silence until the attendant had taken the car and they were inside the restaurant. They arrived on time and were seated immediately. The wine list was propped on a silver stand, and when the waiter arrived he asked, "will there be anything to drink?" "I'll have bourbon, straight up, and you can bring this young lady a Soda,' Danny said to the man. Yes sir, he answered, smiling , and left. "do you think you should be drinking?" Michelle asked, concerned. "Yes," he replied shortly. Swell, Michelle thought. This duty is so onerous he had to fortify himself to get through it.


Their order arrived, and Michelle sipped her soda, examining the menu the waiter brought. Everything was in Italian. "Need a little help?" Danny asked, noticing her expression. "I suppose so," she admitted. Carmen told me that you like Italian food", He said. "I do, I just don't know I had to be Italian to get some, Michelle added silently. "I speak Italian. I've known it all my life. Do you want me to order for you?" "Okay" Michelle said. "what would you like?" Danny said. "A shrimp cocktail and veal parmigiana," she said. When the waiter returned, Danny ordered for bother of them. "how
did you learn to speak Italian? She asked feeling as if she were extracting every word from him with pliers. "My father was from Italy, he said briefly.


"I grew up speaking Italian and English. I use English all the time, mother knows little Italian. Michelle watched Danny push his salad around on his plate before she said "Danny what's wrong." He looked up as if remembering that she was there. "Are you unhappy because your mother forced you to bring me here?" she asked miserably. His face went blank, and then he looked concerned. "Oh, no it has nothing to do with you. "Then what is it" Can't you tell me?" He sighed. "I found out this afternoon that I'm not going back to California, to help run my Uncles business. I thought I could
spend the summer here and go back in September, but my uncle thinks I'm turning against him. its a long story Michelle. "Oh, she said softly. "so its take your fathers charity or be out on the street, he added bitterly. "It isn't charity, Danny! Michelle said outraged. "He needs the help, he told me so, and you're working very hard." I wouldn't have the work if I weren't Carmen's son." he said stubbornly, finishing his drink. "So what, you're not goldbricking, you're earning every penny. "You don't understand, he said. The work in California, is my kind of work. Its what I know how to do best. I was trying to help my uncle get his business straight. I wanted to go back there to show mother and your dad that I was independent. This way, everybody still thinks of me as..." "What?" Michelle asked" A burden, a concern, a problem, he answered and she couldn't disagree. 


A dance band was assembling in the room behind them. Michelle was listening to them tuning up when two attendants opened a folding divider to their left, putting the band into the room with them. A pegged wood dance floor spread out in front of the dais. "Isn't there some field you could go into> Didn't you go to college> she asked trying to be helpful. Yes I attended college. And Yes I got a degree. But, I learned to kill people from my own family. Michelle fell silent. He signaled for another drink. The band began to play , a cheerful counterpoint to their strained conversation. Michelle stood abruptly. "Where are you going"? he asked. "to the ladies room", she said quietly and fled. He watched her leave. When Michelle returned, the table was empty. For a brief wild moment she thought he had left, but she realized that Carmen's son would never do such a thing, no
matter how upset he was.


She was standing uncertainly next to her chair when she felt a tap on her shoulder. "Dance?" the young man said. He was about 20, dinning with his parents a couple tables away. They had come in while Danny was away from the table, and he obviously didn't realize that Michelle had an escort. "No, I can't, I'm sorry," she said, flustered. "Why not? Got a date?" "Well, not a date actually, but..." "Then dance with me," he said, taking her hand and guiding her onto the floor. "Wait," Michelle said, but it was too late.


Danny appeared behind the boy and grabbed his shoulder, spinning him around with stunning force. Before the boy could say a world, Danny's fist crashed into his jaw and he fell. Michelle clamped her hands over her mouth, horrified. Then she darted forward as she realized that Danny was bending down to grab the boy and hit him again. "Danny" she screamed, throwing both arms around his neck and holding him back, placing herself between him and his victim. "What are you doing?" He tried to put her aside, but she hung on with all her might, and he couldn't continue the fight unless he handled her roughly. As he paused to disentangle her, the boy's parents ran from their table and helped their son to his feet. At the same time, the maitre d' and several waiters rushed to intervene. "What is the meaning of this" the boys father demanded, sputtering. "You'll be hearing from my
lawyers! "Forget it , dad" the kid said, wiping his bloody mouth with his hand. "Lets just get out of here". The family left in a huff, the father still muttering threats of litigation against both Danny and the restaurant as Danny pried Michelle's arms from his neck and reached for his wallet.


The enraged maitre d' started to say something about unacceptable conduct and disturbing the guests and calling the police. Danny removed several dollars from his wallet. and flung them onto the nearest table. "Save it" he said to the man. "That's enough to cover their meal and ours and to pay for any damage. We're leaving. He grabbed Michelle's wrist and hauled her after him through the dinning room, where everyone stared as if they were a sideshow, and into the lobby. He paused long
enough to look down at her and say, "Are you okay>" "I'm fine, she responded shakily. "But I'm not the one you were beating up." He didn't reply to that but merely said, "Wait here. I'll get the car."



She slipped into the passenger seat beside him and he gunned the motor, leaving the restaurant behind as quickly as possible. He drove for a while with unrelieved concentration, not looking at her, until he surprised her by pulling into a rest area It was paved for parking and had picnic benches by the side of the road. He shut off the motor and sat staring straight ahead until he said expressionlessly, "I'm sorry". "Why did you do it Danny"? she asked. "That boy wasn't bothering me." HE sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I know," he said quietly. "Then why"? He shrugged, shook his head and looked out the side window at nothing. "Come on' Michelle said impulsively. "Lets go sit under the trees." HE obeyed without protest, getting out on his side and following her to one of the benches. She sat, and he leaned against a tree trunk. "So, I guess I ruined your birthday, huh? He said. "No of course not. But I wish I could understand what happened." "I made a mistake, that's what happened," he said flatly. "Nothing new." " I think you were disappointed and unhappy, and you wanted to take it out on someone. That kid just gave you an excuse to do it. "How did somebody your age get to be so smart?" He smiled thinly. "I'm a child prodigy," Michelle
replied, and his smile widened. "that's better," she said. "Better than what"> "Fistfights in
restaurants> she suggested. He nodded slowly.


"Do you have a boyfriend back home? He said. Michelle shook her head. "Why not"? "MY brother 's kind of strict. He doesn't allow me to date much." But you'll be going to college in the fall. That will change. "I hope so Michelle said fervently, and he grinned. "What about you?" she asked boldly. "Me"? "UH-huh, Rosa says you have lots of girlfriends." "Rosa talks to much," he muttered. "I saw you leave the wedding with Eloise Randall." "You don't miss much do you?" He said archly. "Do
you like her" 


"She's alright" he said dismissively. "Do girls like that make you feel better?" she asked ingenuously. He eyed her closely, wondering if he should be annoyed, but she seemed innocent. HE looked at the ground. "No," he said remotely. "They're a quick fix for one night, maybe, but nothing changes. "Then why do you go with them" she asked. "Your just full of questions, aren't you miss>" he said taking her hand and pulling her off the bench. "I'm sorry if i was nosy, " she said quickly, realizing that she had been grilling him. "I'm just...interested." "I'll say. Is there anything else you would like to know>" "Yes. Where I can get a hamburger. I'm starving," That's right, you missed your birthday dinner on account of me, didn't you> Well, the least I can do to make up for it is to feed you. I know a good Mexican burger place, Want to go>" "You bet."


They were on the road again shortly, Danny humming along with his radio as he drove. "Your mood had improved, " Michelle said. "Must be because of you," he said, glancing at her. "I was with you in the restaurant too," she said impishly. "Prolonged exposure may be required to have an effect," he said. "Then you'll have to see more of me," Michelle suggested. He glanced over a t her but didn't reply.


They got to a railroad style diner with vinyl booths and a mini jukebox affixed to each table. They ordered burgers, and while they waited for them to arrive, Danny said, "So what do you want for your birthday?" "Riding lessons", she said fervently. "Yeah"? "Yes. I'm the only one on the whole ranch who can't ride a horse, and I feel ridiculous. My father said Miguel could teach me, but he never seems to have any free time and..." "I'll teach you," Danny offered casually. "Are you serious? Michelle asked, wide-eyed. "Sure. If you 're not scared of me after tonight, that is," He added watching her face. "I'm not scared of you, " Michelle said softly. "Brave girl." he said wryly, seeming relieved. "Okay, I'll work the time out with your father. We can start tomorrow." You sure you don't' mind?" Michelle asked delighted. "Nope, It will give me something constructive to do".


Their food came, and Danny asked Michelle about her life in Springfield as they ate. "Boredom," was Michelle's description. "I couldn't wait to get out here for the summer." "Are we that much more exciting>" He asked raising his brows. He seemed relaxed now, his coffee colored eyes smiling, that is it was difficult to recall the violent stranger who had erupted in the restaurant. "Anything is more exciting than living with my brother". Michelle said around a mouthful of hamburger. "As a jailer, he's about on a level with Ernest Borgnine in "From here to Eternity." "Fatso Judson, sergeant of the stockade, "Danny said, grinning. "You remember that old movie?" "I love old movies. My brother doesn't let me go out much, and when I get tired of books the televisions' about the only thing left." "So what's your brothers problem? Danny asked, popping a French fry into his mouth." He
thinks every guy under the age of sixty is after me." "I'm sure they are," Danny said evenly. "I wish as many were as he thinks", Michelle said glumly, and he smiled. "I'm having a good time now" Michelle said brightly.


"Really>: he asked as if he doubted it. "sure, why not? He shrugged, " I guess I don't consider myself very entertaining outside of.." He stopped. He didn't say "Bed", but the implication was clear. Michelle could feel herself blushing. So that's why he pursued women like Eloise Randall. They made him feel successful when he felt like a failure everywhere else. "I think you're very entertaining," Michelle said gently. "I think you're just easily amused", he responded, smiling and she had to smile, too.


The waitress arrived to clear their plates, and Danny ordered desert in a low tone while Michelle selected a number on the jukebox. The waitress returned with coffee for Danny and a chocolate cupcake with a candle in it for Michelle. "Surprise", Danny said. Michelle was touched. He lit the candle and insisted on singing an off key rendition of "Happy Birthday" with the waitress, who thought the whole thing very cute. Michelle was embarrassed by the performance but pleased by his attempt to repair the wreckage of the evening. As far as she was concerned, he had succeeded. They divided the cupcake in half. He glanced at his watch and said, "I better get you home, Your dad will be very upset with me if I keep you out too late". Michelle didn't want to go, but agreed reluctantly.


The drive back to the ranch was quiet yet companionable. When they arrived home, the
house was dark. "Cinderella's back from the ball before midnight", Danny said as he unlocked the door. He walked into the kitchen with Michelle and turned on the lights. "Thank You"< Michelle said. "I had a wonderful time". "I'm glad. and I'm sorry about what happened earlier. I didn't want to ruin anything for you" "You didn't. She stood on tiptoe to kiss his check, and for just a moment his arm came around her, pressing her close.


She felt his hard, muscular body along the length of hers, inhaled his masculine scent, and then he released her. I'll come by for your first lesson at one," he said softly. "Good night". "Good night," she whispered. 


And he was gone.


Michelle wandered back to her bedroom, thinking about the evening she had just spent. What a contradiction Danny was, she could certainly see why he was considered a troublemaker, but he had been so nice to her later on. IT was if two natures were at war within him, and it was a toss up as to which one would win.


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Danny gasped aloud and sat up, coming wide awake immediately. He was bathed in sweat, his hair plastered to his head. He had a bad dream. He slid out of his bed and padded to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face and neck. He emerged seconds later, rubbing his torso with a towel. The atmosphere in the guesthouse was stifling. Ed had suggested a window air conditioner, but Danny was use to the heat and tolerated it very well. He returned to his bed and collapsed on his back, staring at the ceiling. It was doubtful he'd get back to sleep easily.


He found himself thinking about Michelle. He was touched that she'd understood his outburst, the way she had. She was intelligent and kind and courageous. She'd looked scared and rattled at the restaurant, but she had rebounded quickly, and they wound up having a pretty good time. That surprised him. He was planning a late evening with a girl from town when Carmen called, and he hadn't wanted to go with Michele. He tried to talk Carmen out of it, but she had insisted. He'd canceled the date to substitute for his mother, intending to remind her of the favor when the time was right. Now he didn't feel as though Carmen owed him anything. He'd also found himself volunteering to give Michelle riding lessons. He didn't quite understand it.


Certainly Michelle's freshness, her innocence, were attractive to a man like him, who'd already seen and experienced too much that he wanted to forget. And he remembered her gentleness the day of her father's wedding to his mother. He didn't know too many other women who would have helped him without feeling the need to follow it up with a lecture. He knew quite a few who wouldn't have helped him at all. In that uncomfortable situation she had acted with a graciousness that was remarkably consistent with her behavior in the restaurant that evening. He smiled now as he thought of the expression on her face when she saw the Italian menu. Poor kid. She was still young enough to regard the lack of experience as a terrible flaw.


He stood abruptly, listening to the crickets and cicadas racketing in the bushes. Insects battled against the window screens and swirled around the yellow light outside. The air was heavy and breathless, seeming to press on him with a tangible weight. Nights like this reminded him of his time waiting for shipments at the dock, when the danger lurked in every shadow.


Maybe that's why Michelle appealed to him so strongly. She reminded him of his former life, when his father was alive, before everything bad had happend to him. He was her equal then, in youth and optimism, and perhaps he thought he could reclaim that period in her company. He wandered back to the bed and dropped onto it, praying for sleep. He had to work in the morning, and Ed Bauer was a tough, ableit fair, taskmaster. He would give Michelle her first lesson after lunch.


Michelle was waiting for Danny at the riding stable when he arrived the next day. He stopped short when he saw her, taking in her outfit. "You can't wear those shoes" he said in greeting. Michelle looked down at her feet "Why not?" "You need hard soled shoes for the stirrups. And change those pants, too, they're too thin. Jeans would be better." Michelle trudged back to the house
to change thinking that he was certainly taking all to this seriously.


When she returned he was sitting on the fence. "Ready?" he said. I hope so." she replied. They went' into the stable, and Danny showed her a back stall where an obviously elderly horse was munching hay contentedly. "This is Lightning," Danny said to her, stroking the animals nose. "Obviously not a generic name," Michelle commented dryly. " I thought we'd better start off slow. I
didnt think you're ready for a derby winner just yet". "Come on, Danny, this looks like Rocinante. He's one step away from the glue factory." Fortunately, we'll never know what he thinks of us." Danny replied.


"Today we're going to practice mounting". "You mean we're not going to ride yet", she asked disapointed. "First you have to get up there, okay?" Danny said patiently. I'll show you how to saddle him later, but I thought for now you'd like to get the feel of it." "Thank you so much". I'm going to give you a let up this time, but you will have to learn how to do this alone eventually."
"Okay" michelle said. "Now when I bend and make a cup of my hands, step into it with one foot, lift up and throw your far leg over the horse's back." "GOt it" Michelle said. He bent and Michelle obeyed his instrucions. SHe was trying so hard that she overshot her mark, however, she slipped off the saddle on the other side and sanded loudly on the ground.


Lightning continued to chew his hay, oblivious to her humiliation. Danny came around and crouched next to her in the dirt. "Lesson number one, " he said. "Try to remain on the horse." "Very funny," Michelle said, standing and dusting off the seat of her pants with her hands. "Ready to try again?" He asked archly. "YOu bet" she said grimly. After a couple more attempts she was able to find and maintain her seat. Danny explained how to grip the horse's flanks with her knees and control his head with the reins. THen ended the session with Danny leading Lightning around the corral, Michelle seated on his back. She was bouncing too high and pulling abck too much on the bit, but she was riding, and she felt triumphant. Lightning maintained an attitude of polite disinterest throughout.


So? What do you thing?" Danny asked as he let Lightning back to his stall and gave him a drink. "I guess I did all right" Michelle replied. "I"ve been picturing myself galloping through long grass like that actress in the perfume commercial, but I guess that will have to wait". "We can gallop, if you like", he said. "I'll take you out on Moonrise, she's a good galloper."


"We?" "Sure. You just sit behind me and hang on tight. I'll do all the work. Come on."

 
Danny got Moonrise, who was obviously ready to roll, dancing in a circleas he led her out of the stall. Danny mounted easily and reached down for Michelle, hoisting her onto the horse behind him as if she were weightless.


"Put your arms around my waist", he said. Michelle Obeyed. His midsection was lean and firm, and he smelled wonderful. "Don't let go", he said, turning his head. Michelle had no intention of letting go. Danny trotted out of the corral area and onto the road, heading for the open field behind the stable. "Ready" he called. "Ready " she said into his ear. Danny bent his head and said something to the horse, then kicked her sides sharply.


Moonrise took off like an arrow released from a bow. Obviously delighted to be given her head, she ran full out, her flashing feet throwing up tufts of grass. Michelle was jolted forward with the initial thrust and clung to Danny in terror for a minute or so before she began to believe they would survive this excrusion. IT was another minute before she could relax enough to enjoy herself, but when she did, it was heavenly. 


Danny was an expert horseman. He leaned forward in the saddle, controlling the horse just enought to keep her on track, and Michelle tightened her grip, watching trees and bushes fly by like scenery glimpsed from a speeding train. Danny's hair blew back into her face, surprisingly fine and silky, curly against her skin, and after a while she let her head fall forward, pressing her cheek into the hollow between his shoulder blades. She felt at one with the man and the animal and wished, just for those
fleeting moments, that she could stay where she was forever. 


But, of course she couldn't, and the ride ended too soon. Danny slowed the horse to a canter and headed back to the barn. When they got there, he vaulted to the ground and reached up to help Michelle dismount. He gripped her waist, his fingers slipping upward as she moved down. For an instant his hands brushed over her breast, but before she could react, he released her and stepped back, avoiding her gaze as her feet touched the dirt floor. "That was wonderful, Michelle said breathlessly. "Glad you liked it. You can leave now. Can't I stay. "Another time," as if he wanted to be alone. "When's my next lesson?" "I'll let you know, He said distantly. Michelle, left, glancing over her shoulder once to see him. He didnt look at her. SHe went back to the house.


Michelle thought a lot about the wild ride with Danny after that, she had an idea that it told her more about his character than amount of talking ever could. He continued with lessons but never rode double with her again. IT was as if he had revealed too much of himself that day and didn't wish to again.


Michelle for her part, was fascinated with him. She had adjusted to his changeable nature pretty well, enjoying the good days and enduring the bad ones. And he seemed to take comfort in her nonjudgmental presence, spending more time with her than with anyone else, though he still preferred his own company most of all.


About three weeks after she began her lessons, at the end of July, Michelle had trouble sleeping one night and went down to the kitchen to get a glass of milk. She was turning away from the refrigerator when she heard Danny's car drive past the house and turn down the lane toward his Guesthouse. She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost two in the morning.


Curious, she put the milk container on the counter and went to the back door, peering through the sheer curtain on the upper half. She saw the brake lights go out on the car and seconds later the driver's door opened. Danny put one foot on the ground, and in the next instant he tumbled out of the car and sprawled headlong into the dirt. Michelle watched, alarmed, and when he didn't' move again, she bolted through the door, holding her ankle length nightgown up her calves and scampering across the wet grass in her bedroom slippers. She thought about getting her dad, Dr. Ed but figured she'd go see for herself first. She left the lawn and scrambled down the dusty lane, dropping to her knees next to the prone man.


There was a half moon, and by its light she could see a dark sticky fluid matting Danny's hair and running down the side of his face. She touched his shoulder and he stirred, groaning and turning toward her. She saw his face and gasped aloud. He had a deep gash on his forehead and another one just at the hairline, along with a black eye and a swollen lip. He had either lost a fight or won a Pyrrhic victory, paying too high a price for the crown.



"Danny?" she called, shaking him. "Are you okay> Can you sit up"? He blinked up at her. Michelle"? "Thats right, its me. I want to get you inside and take care of these cuts. Can you help me?" Alright. I'm fine",he mumbled, struggling to a siting position and putting his head in his hands. "Yeah, you look fine," Michelle muttered, putting her arms around him and hauling upward. She landed on her bottom for her efforts. "Danny, you have to help me," she paused. How could someone who looked so slim be so difficult to move? He nodded groggily, and on the next try he cooperated, lurching to his feet and leaning against her with his arm across her shoulders. "ITs not far to the house ," she said breathlessly. "Can you make it"> He nodded again, and step by step they made clumsy progress to the guesthouse. Danny tripped on the stairs and for a momnet Michelle thought she would drop him, but he recovered and they stumbled gracelessly across it like a felled ox. Michelle leaned against the wall to catch her breath. The night was warm, and she could feel a trickle of prespiration running down her sides from the exertion.


After a few moments she wiped her forehead with the back of her arm and went to the bathroom, where she filled a bowl with water. She got a clean washcloth and soap. When she got back to the bed, he was lying on his back with his eyes closed. She was standing uncertainly, wondering whether she should disturb him, when his lashes lifted and he looked at her. "How are you doing?" she asked, pulling a chair next to the bed. "I'll live, he murmured, closing his eyes again. "Danny, how did this happen?" she asked, dipping the cloth into water. "A Fight" he said. "NO kidding." she said dabbing the cut on his forehead. "What were you fighting about?" HE winced.


"A woman," he replied. Of course, Michelle thought, what else? "How did it happen"? "we were talking...in a bar. some guy ...started...up with me." "Some guy?" michelle said. "Husband" danny replied. Michelle stopped her ministurations and stared down at him. "YOu were picking up a married woman in a bar and her husband did this to you?" "She....was picking me up." he corrected. "Oh excuse me," Michelle said. "That made a world of difference to her husband, i'm sure". "I didnt know...she was married", danny said.


"Thank heaven for small favors," Michelle muttered under her breath. She resumed cleaning his cuts with rather more vigor than necessary, and finally he sat up, pushing her hand away. "thats enough" he said. Obviously some of his customary starch was returning. "You should put iodine on those cuts. how did you get them?" "A bottle." Michelle sucked in her breath. "Danny, they could get infected!" "I never get infections." "YOu could have scars." 

He examined her, his gaze lopsided. "Michelle, do you think this is the first time this has happened to me?" She stood, shoving the water onto the bed. "IS that suppose to make me feel better? Do you realize you could have been killed driving all the way out here from town in this condition?" "I got here, didn't I?" Michelle answered this question by bursting into tears. He stared up at her, his damaged face incredulous. "What is it? Why are you crying?" "Because you're hurt, and I care about you," she sobbed. "I only wish you cared about yourself". Danny didnt know what to say. He sat watching her cry in silence until he couldn't stand it anymore. "All right, come on, stop that, he said, standing unsteadily and putting his arm around her. She sniffled loudly. "I'm okay, you can see that," he said There's nothing to cry about". "You will do it again," she said , her voice muffled by his shoulder. "Don't worry about me,' he soothed her, pulling her closer, his hands moving over her back. "I can't help it." She hiccupped. "I don't understand how you can be so good and patient when you give me lessons, and then do things like this." That gave him a pause. "Good and patient"? he said, unable to relate those attributes to himself. She nodded, rubbing her face against his shirt. "You never yell at me, and I know I make a lot of mistakes. You just help me do it over until I get it right, and you don't make me feel stupid about it."


Michelle couldn't see his expression, but she felt his grip tighten. He was listening intently. "Why would I make you feel stupid?" he asked, stroking her hair. She shook her head as if disagreeing with something he had said. "You don't know. I'm not good at physical things. I was hopeless in Gym, I almost failed last semester and it would have kept me from graduating. I had to make up extra credits doing routines on the gymnastics equipment. I fell off the sawhorse and hurt my foot, and then I couldn't do the balance beam, so I had to learn the parallel bars, and Miss Masters was so mean about it. She can do everything. she climbs the rope like a snake, and I couldn't make it to the top. She said I had no strength in my arms." She started to cry again, remembering it. "YOu have strength where it counts," he said quietly, putting his cheek against her hair. IT smelled sweet and clean. He closed his eyes. Michelle sensed the change in him, felt the tension growing in his body. His lips moved in her hair and she sighed, pressing closer.


She was wearing only a thin summer nightgown and seemed almost naked in his arms. Danny felt a surge of longing so intense he was nearly dizzy with it. HE wanted to comfort her and protect her and keep her with him. He wanted this clean, sweet girl to change his life and make it right, and for that moment he believed she could do it. Then he remembered who she was and how old she was, and he stiffened, pulling back. He gripped her upper arms and set her firmly away from him. Michelle looked up, examining his face, but it was unreadable. "Go back to the house" he said not meeting
her gaze. I"m all right now. Michelle stood flat footed bewildered. What had happened? 


"Go on" he urged, turning away. "I just have to sleep this off, I'll be fine in the morning. Her expression registered her confusion. He lay back down on the bed, slightly deeply and closing his eyes. "Good night and thanks a lot," he murmured, exhausted. Michelle remained a moment longer, and then, aware that Danny certainly needed to rest, put the washcloth and water back in the bathroom and slipped quietly from the house. Danny's eyes opened as the door closed behind her. He sat up again, putting his feet on the floor and clasping his hands between his knees. He was shaking. Thank God, she had listened to him and left. He was no model of control under most circumstances, and where women were concerned his self restraint was especially slim. Well, now he would have to deal with it. He had been telling himself that it wasn't happening, that she was a kid and his fondness for her was merely brotherly. After this evening, that pretense was ludicrous.


He was in a hell of a mess, which was certainly nothing new, but this particular mess was far worse than usual. He was falling for Michelle in a big way. IT had crept up on him gradually during the long summer hours he had spent getting to know her. IT had happened when he wasnt looking or when he'd been pretending not to look, because he'd been subliminlly aware of his feelings for some time. They had driven him to more and more nights in bars, not even admitting to himself that he was trying to forget about her with other women. He stared at the floor, his cuts throbbing, his fat lip
stinging, and wondered desparingly what to do. He couldnt betray her fathers trust. Ed Bauer had let him stay at the ranch when Danny needed a place. Ed let him spend so much time with Michelle because he obviously thought his daughter was too young to interest Danny in that way, but he was wrong. Ed was a parent, and he saw his child, a girl not out of her teens. Danny, in recent days and especially tonight , had seen a woman. First, he would clean up his act for Michelle' s sake. he hadnt realized how much his carousing was upsetting her. Second, he would limit his time with her to insure that what had happend tonight would not happen again. He lay back down, feeling a little better. But not much......


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Things changed after that night. Danny's drinking and fighting tailed off to nothing, so
much so that Ed remarked on it, but Michelle couldn't enjoy his new pattern. Danny had told her that she was riding well enough now to go out on her own, and he restricted the lessons to once a week in the area of the ranch where they were always observed. Michelle, of course, was in love.


Danny had unwittingly done the one thing that was guaranteed to intensify her feeling for him, expose her to his personality, which in nonthreating circumstances was his old, winning one, without any physical involvement, for which she was not ready. Her life became their rides together, the intervals between them a time of waiting.


Michelle was amazed a Danny's tenacity. He had made up his mind about thier relationship, and he stuck to his resolution. Before she met Danny, honor had been an abstract concept, but his behavior with her gave new meaning to the word. She knew intuitively underneath his distant exterior he wanted to carry things further between them, but it was clear that he never would. Which gave her the idea that she might have to take matters into her own hands.


One evening at the end of August, Michelle talked Danny into a ride up into the foothills just as the sun was setting. She knew that he gave in because she was leaving in just a few days, but she planned to make the most of their time together. Danny had been working all day, and he was tired. He led the way up the scrubby path they had followed before to a small mesa where they stopped to rest. They tied the horses to a locust tree and sat admiring the view. The whole valley was spread out like a carpet at their feet, the crimson sky fading as stars appeared and lights blinked on below them. "I never get tired of this sight" Danny said with satisfaction, lying back with his arms folded beneath his head. "I know what you mean. There's nothing like it back in Springfield, that I can tell you." Michelle glanced over at him. "Will you miss me when I go home? she asked softly. "We
all will". he replied noncommittally. "I wish I didn't have to go," she said. "You shouldn't bypass college". "Your father and brother agreed that you would live with your brother for the first couple of years." "you seem to know a lot about it, Michelle commented. "Your father told me." Have you two been discussing me?" Michelle asked suspiciously. "A little" "What does that mean?" Michelle asked. "IT means that we're both concerned about you." Well, don't be concerned about me," Michelle said
huffily. He sounded like a guidance counselor. "You should be glad that people are interested in you". "I don't want people interested in me, I want you interested in me," she replied. There, she had said it. "I am", "You know what I mean" Michelle said. "Its getting late," he said, standing up. "we'd better go back." "Danny, I'm going to be gone next week. Can't you sit here for once and listen to me?


He sat. "I'm listening," he said. "Will you write to me when I leave?" she asked. "I don't think that's such a good idea, Michelle," he replied. "Why?" "the purpose behind going to college is to meet new people, guys your own age, and I think you should concentrate on that." "I thought the purpose of college was to get an education". "That too," he said stretching out. "Are you telling me that I won't hear from you after I go?" she asked disbelieving. "That's probably best." "Best for who> For you,
because you want to get rid of the kid and go back to chasing people like Eloise Randall? He looked at her, then away. "You don't' know what your talking about." he said flatly. "You like her better than you like me. I'm sure she's mature and grown up and responsible, right? You won't be packing her off to college. "Shut up". Michelle stared at him, amazed. He was furious, and she felt like crying. "Why wont' you write to me when I leave"? she said desperately. "Drop it." "Why are you always in charge"? she demanded. Why do you alway make all the decisions"? He wouldnt answer,
just sat looking out over the valley. The moon had risen and his clean profile was etched in silver as she watched him.


"You were the last thing I expected to happen to me this summer" he finally said thoughtfully. "When I came here I was running away". "From the life, from the past. From the pictures in my head". Pictures? michelle asked. Memories. He looked back at the view. Michelle nestled against him, and to her surprise he alowed her to remain. They sat still for a long time, and she inched closer, pressing into him. Finally, he stirred, sighing, and nuzzled her neck. She leaned back and he bent his head, opening his mouth against her breasts, wet heat burning through the cloth that covered them in a gesture that was frankly sexual. Michelle gasped aloud and he pulled away.


"Scared?" he said hoarsely. She couldn't answer. "Isn't that what you wanted?" he demanded. "Don't' play with me, or you might get what you're asking for." He stood up. "Danny..." "No more, " he said huskily. "Lets go". "Danny, wait..." "Michelle, I mean it. I'll leave you here if you don't get on that horse." She obeyed meekly, still stunned by the impact of those few seconds when he had responded to her. They rode back to the house in silence, and Danny went immediately to the guesthouse.


Michelle knew that Danny would never lower his guard again, and she saw herself going back to Springfield and being cut off from him forever. She had to do something about it, but the opportunity didn't present itself until the night before she was to depart. Her bags were packed and waiting at the door. Her father was planning to drive her to the airport in the morning, and they all had a family dinner at teh house to say goodbye.


Danny was very quiet during the meal, and anyone could see that he wasnt happy. Michelle allowed this to encourage her in her plans, and when he took her aside after dinner she played along. "Well, I guess this is it,"he said. "You'll be leaving tomorrow." She nodded. "I'll see you in the morning." "Okay he agreed. He looked at her closely, as if surprised by her acquiescence. He was wearing a yellow shirt that set off his dark good looks, a a recent haircut had left him looking better than usual. "See ya," he said and left by the kitchen door.


Michelle's parents went to the store, and micelles stayed to help Rosa clean up. When they left Rosa inquired "what are you going to do>" She didnt have to elaborate, Rosa was Michelle's confidante and had closely followed her developing relationship with Danny. "I don't' know Michelle said, rinsing cups in the sink. "You've got a plan?" "I'm thinking about trying something," michelle repleid. Rosa wiped her soapy hands on a dishcloth adn took Michelles chin in her fingers. "you listen to me, be carefull. I know how you feel, it wsnt so long ago for me. but you could make a mistake
now that could ruin your whole future." "But Rosa," Michelle said. You saw how he was tonight. He's just going to let me go". "And maybe thats for the best," Rosa said, nodding. "Sometimes in life the timing is just not right".


Michelle didnt answear, and when her father returned she went to her room, saying she had some last minute packing to do.


By midnight, the house was quiet. Rosa had gone home without further converstion, and Ed and Carmen had retired early to prepare for the drive in the morning. Michelle took a shower and washed her hair, then dressed in her best nightgown and applied perfume to her wrists and throat. When she felt that she was ready, she slipped out of her bedroom, pausing to listen in the hall, her heart pounding, before she hurried out of the house and down the lane to the guesthouse for the last time.


The night was cool and breezy, with a full moon that illuminated Michelles path as she walked. The fresh scent of the citrus trees hung in the air, and the dew on the grass soaked her ankles, dampeining the hem of her gossamer gown. She ran lightly up the steps to the guesthouse and opened the door.


Danny was asleep on his side in a shaft of moonlight, his bare torso visable above the muslin sheet drawn down below his waist. Michelle stood next to the bed and studied him, aware that this might be her only chance to do so. Michelle moved closer, her fingers itching with the urge to touch. SHe could see only one side of his face, the luxurious lashes, the strong nose, the full lower lip that still bore a faint mark from his last fight. His hair, wavy and curling inward at the tips, lay against the base of his neck in a series of elongated commas. She touched one of them gingerly. He didnt move. Trembling, Michelle raised the sheet and crawled in beside him. His body heat, trpapped by the cotton cover, radiated around her, and she could see beads of perspiration dappling his shoulder blades. he must have been asleep for some time.


Michelle put her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. He stirred, murmuring in his sleep, and turned toward her, slipping his arm under her. He was naked. She had never felt a nude man all along the length of her, and she shuddered with the sensation as he took charge of the situation, pulling her on top of him. He ran his hands down her body, his eyes still closed, and searched in the dark for her mouth with his. She had dreamed of kissing him for so long that the reality was like a dream, too, the surprising softness of his lips, the vise of his arms binding her to him, his sigh of
gratification as her mouth opened to admit his probing tounge. IT was more wonderful than she had ever imagined. Before this, she had kissed only high school boys, who didnt know what they were doing. He knew what he was doing.


His mouth moved to her neck and he plucked at the folds of her gown, obviously searching for the way to remove it. Michelle shifted to accommodate him, and he moaned, clutching her tightly as he felt her slip into the cradle of his hips. he turned and rolled her under him, kissing her breasts through the thin batiste night dress, raising her nipples with his tongue. Michelle whimpered, throwing her head back as he pressed into her, and she felt him ready against  her thigh. "Danny", she whispered feverishly. "Oh danny, I love you." Her voice seemed to trigger some sort of recognition within him, and he sat up abruptly, pushing her away from him.


"My god, Michelle, what are you doing"? he gasped, struggling out of the half sleep in which she had caught him. "Making love to you" she replied, trying to wind her arms around his neck again. He held her off, trapping both of her wrists in one of his hands. "Go back to the house," he said harshly. His breath was coming in short bursts, and she could see his pulse pumping madly in his throat. "Let me stay," she pleaded, kissing the only part of him she could reach, which was his left bicep. "You
want me, I know you do. You can't deny it now". Danny looked at her, so soft and pliant and scented in his bed, wearing two ounces of nothing, her pale hair aglow in the moonlight streaming through his window. He wanted her more than she could ever guess. He wanted her unstained soul as much as he wanted her body, but he was about to do the most unselfish thing he had ever done, though he knew she wouldnt see it that way.


"Get out of here now" he said turning his head. "I dont' want you and never have. You're a baby, and I need a real woman. Go back home to school and play with your pencil box." Michelle stared at him, stunned. "But you just now...." she began. "Just now you could have been anyone. I was asleep, you became part of my dream. You were a female body in bed with me like one of the whores I use to sleep with. I'm a man, what do you expect?"


"Then, you don't....care about me?" Michelle asked, the threat of tears trembling in her
voice. Danny steeled himself. He had to be convincing or she would never make a clean break. "You were all right to pass the time." hs replied neutrally. " I had nothing better to do this summer". Michelle tore away from him and bolted from the bed, her bare feet slapping the floor, her nightgown
flying. Danny didnt look after her, but remained staring at her abandoned slippers upside down on the floor, waiting for his heartbeat to return to normal. He would alway remember the look on her face as she reacted to his curel words. He felt his own throat tighten with unshed tears. God, he had hurt her. But, he had no choice. Or did he?


He stood abruptly, thrusting his hands through his damp hair. SHe had really worked him up, he was still charged, jittery. He went to the window adn gulped the night air. If only she knew his real feelings. The truth was that he was desperate to keep her from leaving adn had spent long hours that evening by himself in the guesthouse, wondering what to do. He had just gone to sleep exhausted when he coudlnt think about it anymore, and had awakened to find her in his bed.


He sat down again, dispirtedly. HE shouldnt deprive Michelle of her chance to get an education, see the world, perhaps meet another man far more suitable than himself. HE was her first love, and he wanted to be her only one, but he knew that she couldnt make an informed choice until she was older and moree experienced. IT wasnt fair of him to pick her off the tree before anyone else got into the orchard. 


All of these things he knew, but waht he wanted was to run after her and keep her for himself. Instead he sat up until daybreak, feeling more lonely and bereft than he ever had in his life.


Michelle spent a sleepless night also, crying intermitently. SHe wound up putting ice packs on her eyes at six in the morning to reduce the rednes and swelling before carmen and Ed saw her. She dressed as the sun rose. She forced down some breakfast, said her goodbyes to Carmen and Rossa and the other people on the ranch adn climbed into the car with her father. Her eyes filmed over again as they drove down the road that ran between the corrals, and she turned her head so her father wouldnt see. She didnt notice Danny standing just inside the stable door, watching her leave, his expression bleak.


She never saw him again..........



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