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The Adventures of Eric and Donna: Save the Last Dance For Me! =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Eric's life-long friend Steve bounded down the outside cellar stairs towards Eric's basement, the default hang out for all of Eric's friends since elementary school. As was the custom, he walked in without bothering to knock, jumped over the back of the sofa, and landed on the cushion next to Eric. As was also their custom, he referred to Eric by his last name. "What are you doing here Jackson?" Glumly Eric responded, "I live here, what's your excuse?" Grinning, he reached for the television remote control. "Cable TV and soft porn." "So where's Donna? Come to think of it, I haven't seen you two together for a while now. Did she finally smarten up and dump a looser like you?" Eric continued brooding, and Steve realized he'd accidentally hit a sore spot, and so backed off on his usually aggressive and sarcastic remarks. "You're kidding, she dumped you?" Eric hesitated a moment longer and said, "I don't know. She hasn't returned my calls all week. She's never at home, all I get is her answering machine. I don't know what's going on, except she's ignoring me." "Well Jackson, it was bound to happen sooner or later. I mean, come on, she's hot, you're a book worm, the novelty was only going to last for so long. Oh well, welcome back to the world of the unattached. Let's see what Hugh's got going on at the Playboy Mansion, shall we?" flipping the channels of the TV to the Playboy Channel. "Like I said I don't know, I can't get a hold of her. She's always out somewhere doing something. If she was going to dump me, I would at least expect a good bye note or a face to face." "Yeah Jackson, as much as I hate to admit it, you did nab a girl classy enough to tell you. Something must be up." "I don't know Steve, I mean, why would she just ignore me?" "Well Jackson," Steve began, smiling broadly as he ripped off another good natured insult, which was considered a prized skill by this gang, "personally I can think of about a thousand reasons, and that's without even trying." At that moment, another of their gang of friends came bounding through the door. Michael, jumped into an old, over stuffed chair, and reached for an open bag of potato chips. "Hey Steve, hey Eric." Upon seeing Eric, he did a double take and said, "What are you doing here Eric?" "I LIVE HERE! For the last time, this is my house!" "Geeze" replied Michael. "You don't need to rip my head off." "Yeah," interjected Steve, "that's what Mike's girlfriend is for." "Very funny Steve," said Mike sarcastically. "I mean, how come you're not at the couple's dance at the Inn By The Lake with Donna?" "What are you rambling about Mike?" asked Steve. "Well, I was down at the Inn making a delivery for the flower shop..." At which Steve and Eric started to snicker. "Knock it off already, I am not 'Flower Boy!' At least I have a job that pays!" "Anyway, I was dropping off a load of corsages -they were selling like hot cakes - and I saw Donna heading into the Girl's Room. I yelled to her, but I don't think she heard me. I just assumed she was there with you." "Did you hear that Steve?" yelled Eric. "She's at the couple's dance and she's not with me! She did dump me!" "Don't jump to conclusions Eric," said Mike "Maybe she's just cheating on you." At which Steve and Mike gave each other a high five, for an insult well done. "What am I going to do now?" wailed Eric to no one in particular. "Well, if it were my girl, I'd go find out who was stealing her, and I'd punch his lights out," said Mike cramming his mouth full of chips. "Eric punch some one's lights out?" asked Steve. "Well, that's what I would do. Then again, I'm strong enough to lift more than just a calculus text book." "Ha ha ha, very funny, my life is going down the tubes and all you two can do is make jokes." "Hey, what are friends for man?" replied Steve. The three sat in relative silence for a while, the sounds of the TV and Mike's munching filling the void. Then Steve spoke, "Hey, I never thought I'd ever say this, but I think Mike has a good idea." "What?" replied Mike and Eric, both stunned at Steve's admission. "Dig this, if we go down there, and just look around, see if we spot Donna, and see if she's with a guy. Then Eric knows for sure his love life is over." "Hey, you're right, I did have a good idea! Oh wait. You'll never get in. It's a couple's only dance. No one is allowed to go in stag. They had a bunch of real nasty fights a few years back, so they have bouncers at the doors. You'll never get passed them." "What do you know Steve?" said Eric. "You're wrong, Mike doesn't have a good idea." "It was too a good idea," brooded Mike. "Don't blame me because one of you isn't a girl." Steve smiled and said, "Maybe it's not such a bad idea after all." "What the heck are you suggesting Steve?" "Well, it's not like you're a stranger to ways of womanly wear, we have documented, photographic evidence in the school year book." "No! Not a chance! No way in hell Steven, get that idea out of your head right now." "Come on man, all we need to do is go in, look around, have a couple of drinks on your dime, and see if Donna's really there, and who she's with. Then we leave. You'll have full knowledge of what's the deal with between you and Donna, and we have enough material to make your life a living hell for the next three months. Sounds like a game plan to me." Visibly upset, Eric replied, "If its such a great idea why don't you wear the dress?" "Me? Come on man, I just ooze testosterone, it'd never work. What we need to pull this off is some one who's smaller, skinnier, more feminine like, and has a history of being mistaken for a girl." "Cut it out Steve, that hasn't happened since my voice changed." "Fake it." "I don't even have a dress." "No, but you do have one hot sister who knows everything there is to know about dressing like a slut. And that's a start." "No. 'N' 'O'!" "No. Not going to happen. Under no circumstances will I dress like a girl to sneak into a dance to spy on my girlfriend. There is no way in hell! Over my dead body!" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- =- Lori Jackson was laying on her bed, flipping through the pages of a Cosmo magazine when she heard a quiet knock on her bed room door. Without looking up she said, "If that's Brad Pitt or some other hunky guy, get your ass in here. If its my geeky brother, get lost." The door opened up and in walked Eric and Steve (Mike had returned to work following his meal break). Again, without looking up, "I said get lost." Steve replied, "You said 'hunky guy get your ass in here', my ass is in here." "Allow me to rephrase if it's my geeky brother or HIS GEEKY FRIENDS get lost." Visibly nervous, Eric looked at the floor and began, "I can't believe I'm even trying to ask a favor from my sister, but Lori, I need a really big favor. I, um, I, a, well, um, I....." Steven interrupted. "What Shakespeare here is trying to say, is he needs someone with a very special skills set, and we believe you are the perfect person to help us." "While yes, I can do many things, helping you two finally reach puberty isn't one of them. Now leave my presence," she said without taking her eyes off her magazine. "Hear us out Lori," said Steve with a mischievous smile. "I think you might be interested in this one." "Young Eric has a problem. The main woman in his life appears to be in the process of disconnecting from him, and we need to go in deep, deep, DEEP cover to see what's going down." "What's wrong with Mom?" said Lori finally looking up. "Not Mom, Donna! Geeze!" "Oh Donna finally figured out what a looser you were and dumped you?" she replied with an evil smile. Eric then began in earnest. "Donna has been ignoring me for weeks. She's never at home. I can't reach her by phone. She doesn't return my messages. And tonight Michael saw her all dressed up for the couple's dinner at the Inn By The Lake. No singles are allowed, so if she's really there, then she has to be with some guy. And if she is, I want to see for myself, and who she's with." Lori went back to looking at her magazine and said, "Sorry twerp. I would never be seen with you in public in any fashion that might accidentally be construed as a date." "Here's where it gets interesting," interrupted Steve. Lori looked up. "Eric needs your help to look like a girl so we can sneak in with me as his date." "You're right Steve, this is getting interesting. Tell me more!" After explaining the entire plan to Lori, she pondered it for a few moments. She looked at Steve and asked, "What's in it for you?" Steve replied, "A front row seat for possibly the most embarrassing and humiliating night of young Jackson's short life. That, and he's buying drinks." "Okay, and what do I get out of it?" Eric was searching for words when again Steve jumped in. "You get the satisfaction of knowing you played an integral part in possibly making his worst nightmare come true." Lori thought for a few more moments then simply said, "Okay, I'm in." While Lori went into her closet and bathroom gathering supplies a noticeably nervous Eric whispered to Steve, "What the hell was that all about, embarrassing, nightmares, what are you saying?" "Relax man, she's doing it, right? That's what you want? Just go for it. Lori's in a good mood, you won't have to worry about her stabbing you in the eye with a bobbie-pin. At least on purpose." Lori returned with a bottle of lotion, a razor, and a bar of soap. "First things first, go in there," pointing towards her bathroom, "strip, shower, use this soap, rinse, use this lotion, rinse, and then shave your face and arm pits extremely close, shave them twice as a matter of fact." "What's this for?" asked Steve as he took this bottle of lotion. "That freshly cleaned 'girl' smell you Neanderthals go for." "Wait, it comes in a bottle?" asked Steve. "Yes Steven," she replied sarcasm dripping from her voice. "You can buy a bottle of this and make your blow up doll smell like a real girl." "Hey, I can get a bottle of something that you can use to make your blow up doll smell just like the kind of man you're used to, it's called vomit." Eric and Steve smiled, Lori made a face at them, realizing they had bested her on that round of insults. While Eric showered, Lori - still leafing through her magazine, seemingly not even interested in the events going on around her - said to Steve, "What about you Junior? You can't go to a party like that, dressed like this." "What's wrong with the way I'm dressed? It's my style." "If your style is white trailer park trash, congratulations, you've nailed it." "I don't look like white trash!" replied Steve as he walked over to the mirror at Lori's vanity. "Okay. So maybe I am white trash. Got any suggestions?" "Go check Eric's closet, he must have something in there for Sundays. At the very least a clip on tie." "Great. Just great." After showering and shaving, Eric returned from Lori's bathroom, with a towel wrapped around his waist, he stood in front of Lori, nervously. Lori circled Eric, carefully looking at him. "Let's see what we have to work with here. Not much, I see." She continued to study Eric. "A party of this social standing requires a certain type of attire. Not too slutty, not too prudish. Some where in between. The gown needs to show curves, but Mr. Stickman here looks like a board." She ceased her circling and stood right in front of Eric assuredly declaring, "You need some curves." "Well, I'm sorry, I'm not a super hero how can change his shape, what you see is what you get," cried Eric. "Oh Eric, you have so much to learn about women." And with a laugh she was off to the closet again. Shortly returning, she held an assortment of female clothing. "Start with this." she said handing him a pair of panties. "And this," she said handing him an unopened package of pantyhose. "And this," handing him a corset. "Oh, and you're paying for these clothes by the way. There's no way in heck I'm wearing any of them after you." "Pantyhose?" cried Eric. "Yes, those are a pair of fanny shaping hose. I got them as a free sample, but as you can see, my ass is already perfect, so I've never wore them. They may help." "I don't know about this," babbled Eric. "It's either that or one of Mom's girdles, your choice," she stated flatly. "Okay, pantyhose. What's this?" he asked referring to the corset. "Meet a women's best friend and worst nightmare, it's called a corset. It will squeeze your waist till you think you're going to pass out and push your middle up and down, hopeful giving you enough chest and butt that your body won't scream out 'Hey look every one, I'm a freakin' drag queen." "So this is a good thing, gottcha," Eric took his bundles and returned to the bathroom. Steve and Lori had a good laugh imagining what Eric was doing, judging from the sounds emanating from the bathroom. "For the love of God, what are these pantyhose doing to my ass?" "Trying to give you one," replied Lori with a snicker. He returned, dressed in the hose, and corset, with a towel around his waist. "These pantyhose are evil, they're grabbing me in places I didn't even know existed. But this corset thing isn't so bad." "That's because its not tightened yet!" As she gleefully spun Eric around and grabbed the laces, pulling with all her force. "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwe" cried Eric. "What the hell are you doing back there?" "I'm making you suffer for your beauty," she grunted, working the laces. "Where....did.....you......get.....this.......thing?" fighting to get the words out in between Lori's yanks. "A couple of years ago I had a summer job at a Renascence Faire and I had to wear one. The guys love the curves, I got so many dates from this thing, but it is a real pain to put on and wear. Make sure you eat practically nothing, and drink very little, or you'll be in the bathroom all night long." With one final terrific tug, she pulled the chord and began tying it off. "Well Lori, I have to admit, you know your sluttiness," said Steve. "Jackson here is beginning to slightly resemble your very ugly little sister." "Don't worry, I'm just getting started!" She went back to her closet and retrieved a large shoe box. "Still not enough, you need more 'natural' beauty." Opening the box, she produced a pair of false breasts. "Nice!" exclaimed Steve, evidently pleased with the turn of events. "Boobs? You want me to wear boobs?" "Look, you came here and asked for my help. You either get with the program or go back to borrowing Steven's blow up doll. Got it?" "Yes," replied a curt Eric. "I'm sorry Lori, I have to ask," started Steve, "why on earth do you have fake breasts?" Lori, obviously pleased with even this minor compliment smiled and said, "Because when your boobs look this big, it doesn't matter how crappy your fake ID card is, you get in the bar." "Ah," said Steve and Eric, knowingly, in unison. "But I haven't needed them since I was 15," she added. "Here you go," she said forcing the breasts into the bra of the corset. "Now, with the gown, we need to make a statement. What kind of statement do you want to make?" asked Lori. "I know!" interrupted Steve. "Keep your eyes on my ass, legs and boobs, and off my ugly male face!" "Shut up Steve," cried Eric. "Actually, that's not bad. We need to cover your cleavage so no one sees the latex. We can emphasis the legs and ass. High heels will help there. Do you know how to walk in heels?" Eric mumbled something. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" she responded. Eric mumbled again. "Come on Jackson, spill your guts. Tell the little lady your experience with high heels." "Enough! You both know what my experience is." "Yes we do, but it's so much fun making you say it," said Steve, laughing with Lori. Rummaging through her closet, Lori pulled out several dresses, and held them up to Eric one at a time. "Too much cleavage," she said discarding the first. "Not enough cleavage," discarding the second. "Way too short for this kind of party," and away went the third. The fourth dress, how ever, she held in place. It was a white, satin dress, simple, tasteful. The hem came just over Eric's knees. It contained a built in shawl like wrap around the shoulders, which could be tied closed to cover his open chest. "I think we have a winner!" said Lori. "Loose the towel." Eric reluctantly dropped the towel, and Lori helped him struggle into the sheath. Lori again circled Eric, checking every detail. "Yes, I think that will work. When we add some extras and some make up, I think this just might work." "Wow, Lori," said Steve. "You're like a miracle worker!" "You haven't seen anything yet." As she pulled out a chair, she motioned Eric to sit down, and she pulled out an over sized suitcase. Upon setting it down on the bed, she opened it up to display the largest collection of make up this side of Macy's Department Store. After about half an hour of intense work, Lori officially declared her work on his face complete. Two last items, a straight haired, shoulder length, blonde wig, with just a touch of waves. She handed Eric a white clutch purse that she had placed a few items of make up in. "That's the extent of my powers. The rest is up to you two. One word of advice, do not touch your make up for any reason at all. There's some make up in your bag, but that is only for horrific emergencies. I am an artist and I don't want an amateur messing with my work." Steven stared at Eric with his jaw open. "Oh my God! If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I never would have believed it. Hell I did see it and I still don't believe it." Lori stood basking in the glory of her accomplishment. "Well Eric," said Steve, "I guess we better be on our way." "Yes," said Lori curtly, "be gone, I have grown up things to do, playing dress up was fun, but now you tykes be on your way." Eric and Steve walked towards the door. As Eric opened it to leave, he was surprised by his mother standing there, with a stack of freshly folded towels. They stared at each for a few moments, his Mom not recognizing him. But, slowly, her expression changed from surprise, to bewilderment, to horror, to finally recognition. "Oh Eric. I told you your father and I would pay for therapy for you. You know that offer still stands, don't you honey?" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=- =- Eric brought his Mom into the bedroom, closed the door, sat her down and tried to explain to her. "Mom you don't understand." "Yes dear, I do. Remember I'm a nurse. I know exactly what this entails. The doctors are going to require you to attend therapy before they would even begin discussing......" Eric cut her off. "No! Mom! No, God, no. You don't understand." "Yes I do dear, you're having identity issues. But that's nothing to be ashamed of." "No Mom, I don't have issues." "Have you looked in a mirror lately Eric, you have issues." "No Mom, this isn't what it seems." "Yeah Mrs. Jackson this isn't what it seems," added Steve. "Oh really? This isn't what it seems like?" cried Eric's Mom. "This isn't what it seems like? My son is wearing his sister's clothes. His best friend is wearing his clothes. And you look like you headed out on a date." "Okay, so maybe it is what it seems like," said Steve under his breath. Eric and Steve explained from the beginning about Donna, and the couple's only dance at the Inn. And the idea of sneaking in as a couple. She listened patiently till the end, and then sat quietly for a few moments, then looked at Eric and said, "Your father and I have already agreed to pay for therapy for you son." "Mom, weren't you listening to me, there's a very good reason I'm dressed like this." "I know dear," said his Mother as she held his hand. "But if you think this is a good idea, then perhaps a little therapy wouldn't hurt." Eric was exasperated. "Have you thought about asking a real girl? Maybe your sister?" "Not a chance," interjected Lori. "I have a date in an hour and it's with a member of the opposite sex." "You think I'm making a mistake Mom?" asked Eric. "Honey, Donna is a good girl. She's the best thing that happened to you since you passed the advance math placements in preschool. She wouldn't do this to you. I don't believe it." "I hope to God you're right Mom. And if you are, it's a ten minute drive there, ten minutes proving to myself that Michael is as stupid as we all know." To which all four of them sadly nodded in agreement. "And ten minutes back home, I take a shower, change my clothes, Eric is back, none of this ever happened, and we're all fine." "I'm sorry honey, but I still have to believe this is the craziest idea you've ever come up with." Steve chuckled and added, "If you think this one is bad, talk him out of it and see what he comes up with next." Mom looked over with disappointed disapproval, "You're not helping Steven." "Sorry Mrs. Jackson," he meekly replied. "Well, if I can't talk you out of this, and you're going to go anyway, I'll not have my son parading around like the town whore, come over and let me fix your make up." Lori gave a dirty look at the insult to her style. Eric's Mom scraped off a few layers, added some more, and made a few more touches. "There, now you look at least some what respectable." She reached in the pocket of her skirt and pulled out a few dollars. "This is in case Steven gets fresh and you need a taxi." "Mom!" Steve and Eric both blushed, as Eric tried to refuse. "Take it, you haven't been on a date like this before. Just take it." Eric accepted the money and put it in his purse. "Now go on, get out of here. And hurry up and come home before you get caught. Your father's in the den watching the Ten Commandments on TV and it's almost intermission. You know how he likes to make a big production of going into the kitchen and 'parting' a six pack. So hurry up and scoot." "Thanks Mom." Eric kissed his Mom and he and Steve slipped out of the house and to Eric's car. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- =- It was a short drive to the Inn, not much conversation. Every few minutes Eric would adjust here, or tuck there, or moan an "ouch" or a grunt, as he grew more accustomed to his new clothes. "Man this corset is killing me. I can't believe how tight Lori pulled it. It wasn't bad at first, but it just keeps pressing and pressing, and it never stops. I can't wait to get out of this thing," said Eric. "Yeah!" laughed Steve. "Good luck with that." "What do you mean?" Eric asked. "When you were in the bathroom I slipped Lori a few bucks to make it extra tight, and tie it off in a dozen knots. It's going to take you a pack of Boy Scouts to get out of that thing." "With friends like you, tell me, why do I need enemies?" Steve laughed again. "That's the beauty of me. You don't." ==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- They arrived at the Inn By The Lake, parked the car and made their way towards the Inn. At the edge of the parking lot they met a bouncer in a tuxedo. "Good evening," he said politely, but with a definite air of authority. "I trust you have reservations for this evening, as we are completely booked." It wasn't a question, it was clearly a statement. Eric began to answer in his male voice, till Steve gave him a nudge in the ribs. Then Steve finished, "Of course we do my good man. We've already been in, and just came out for some fresh air, if you know what I mean," and then winked at him. The bouncer smiled and gestured for them to walk right on up to the Inn, winking back. "See, I told you man, no problem," said Steve with confidence. "I think I just threw up a little in the back of my mouth," replied Eric. Once inside, the atmosphere changed dramatically. The main ball room was lit up with a variety of colored lights and colored streamers decorating the room. Music intermingled with in the air a feeling of sophistication. Couples filled the hall, men dressed in suits, ties, even a few tuxedoes, here and there. The women's gowns covered the entire spectrum from hot, short and tight, to flowing gowns, reeking of sophistication. Steve grabbed Eric's arm and lead him over towards the bar. "First things first Jackson. I get a drink." He ordered two scotch and sodas. When the bartender returned, he looked to Steve for payment. Steve looked at Eric. "Pay the man." As Eric reached into his purse for the money his Mom gave him, the bartender gave Steve a knowing look of approval, obviously impressed with a man in such control of his date. There was a single bar stool open, and Steve was about to sit down on it, when Eric hip checked him out of the way. "Move it buddy, laddies first." They searched as much of the room as they could from this vantage point, and saw most of the hall, but they couldn't see everything, as it was a huge room. After several scans, Eric said, "I can't see Donna anywhere." "Nah, me neither man," replied Steve. "We need to get over to the other side to see if she's over there," insisted Eric. "You want to strut around like these other couples showing themselves off?" "I've come this far, I might as well see this through." "Okay man, your call," replied Steve. As Eric stood up and they began to walk towards the main dance floor, the DJ started up a new song, "Dude Looks Like A Lady" by Areosmith. "Hold on, I can't do this," said Eric heading back to his seat. "What's up man? You said let's do it?" "I know, I know, just not to this song." "Okay we'll wait for the next one." The song ended after a few minutes. "Now?" asked Steve. "Yes, now." As Eric rose and began again to walk to the dance floor a new song started. "I Feel Like A Women" by Shania Twain. Eric sat back down. Steve followed him, and ordered two more drinks. Once again Eric paid. And once again the bar tender nodding approvingly. When the song ended, Steve looked exasperated at Eric who nodded back yes, time to go. As they approached the dance floor one more time. Then the disk jockey announced over the loud speakers, "And now for a special someone, from their special someone, a dedication, enjoy your evening," and over the sound system came "I Feel Pretty, Oh So Pretty." Eric sat back down. Steve returned. "Listen man, you dragged me out here. We've got to check out that side of the room, then I can go home and get out of this monkey suit, and you can go home and read all the Cosmo books you want. But my reputation is on the line here man, if we get busted, I'm on a date with my best friend in drag, now screw up your courage and lets get this over, got it?" Eric looked up and screwing up his courage said, "You're right Steve. Are we men or are we boys?" "Me? I'm a man. You? I'm not so sure about at this moment. Now let's go." And off the went to the dance floor. Not a lot of couples were dancing, but the dance floor was none the less crowded as the various couples walked from table to table, meeting and greeting friends. After all, this was the couple's dance at the Inn By The Lake, and one of the most important social events for this blue collared town. The big night of the year for dates, the event to see and to be seen at. Avoiding all eye contact while trying not to appear out of place, they crossed the floor, carefully searching for Donna. As they approached the other end, Steve said, "Don't see her anywhere here man, looks like you're still golden." "Yeah, yeah! I don't see her anywhere either. I guess Michael was just mistaken." "More likely he's just stupid," replied Steve. Eric nodded in agreement. And then...he saw her. Eric's heart broke as he looked across the room, and there, in the far corner, way off, almost out of site, was a table. And at it sat Donna. She looked awesome. Completely made up as Eric had never seen her before. Flowing red hair. Fair skin. Green eyes. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. Sitting at a table with another guy. Eric's throat closed up. His chest felt so crushed he forgot about the corset. He felt faint. His world was collapsing around him. Noticing Eric has stop talking, Steve looked at him, and saw where he was looking and he too saw Donna. "Man, this really sucks. I was hoping we wouldn't find her, because that's going to make all the jokes about this evening suck." "Look how old that guy is," offered Steve with encouragement. "He's old enough to be her father. Maybe it's a relative or something." "No," Eric replied meekly. "Donna doesn't have any family. Well, she has one Uncle, but trust me, the only contact she'd have with him would be her foot in his nuts." "Nice!" smiled Steve. "Reminds me of my family." Eric stood in silence, unable to take his eyes off Donna and the situation in front of him. Steve was quiet, respectful of his friends pain. After a few minutes he whispered, "We should go now man, people are going to start staring at you. Lori's good, but she's not that good." "I just can't believe it. I loved her. I just can't believe it." "Come on man, stick to the plan. Let's go. You saw what you came to see, let's get out of here." "NO," said Eric steeling his courage. "I've got to say something." "What, are you nuts man? You're a guy in dress at the biggest social event of the season and YOU want to make a scene?" "Steve, do what you have to. Leave, go on, get out, you did you're part. But I'm in. I have to see this through." "I can't leave you here man!" "Yes you can, my Mom gave me mad money, I can call a taxi," replied Eric barely keeping his composure. "I have to say something." And off Eric went, towards Donna's table. "Oh man, this is going to be so ugly." spit out Steve as he followed. -==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Eric strutted over on his three inch heels, clutching his purse so hard his knuckles were white. As he approached, he saw Donna and her date laughing, affectionately touching each other's hands. The guy was definitely older. Very well dressed, an obviously expensive suit. The two were looking at a book and laughing. Eric walked over and stood next to them, it took only a moment for Donna and her date to notice him. They looked up politely at first, as if expecting a stranger to introduce themselves. But Eric remained silent. Then the looks became uncomfortable, each waiting for the other party to break the silence first. Then Donna looked at Eric closely, for recognition. And slowly her face changed from inquisitive, to wonderment, to a smile. "Erica?" she almost whispered. "It's Eric to you!" he firmly stated. "What are you doing here Eric?" she asked still smiling. "Oh I think that's a question I should be asking you, young lady." "What do you mean?" she asked. "You don't return my calls, you're never at home, you won't talk to me, you won't spend any time with me, and now I catch you out on a date with...with...with....HIM!" said Eric on the verge of hysteria. Donna, smiled, then began to laugh, then laughed some more, then almost drew a scene she was laughing so hard. After a few minutes, she regained her composure and said, in a very prim and proper manner, and with obvious humor, "Eric, I'd like you to meet my Uncle, James Smith. Uncle Jim, I'd like you to meet my....boy friend, Eric Jackson." Steve, who had been standing quietly interrupted, "Didn't see that one coming man." Uncle Jim stood and offered his hand for a shake. "Donna's told me so much about you, I'd have thought it was as if I already know you. But, um, I guess not." Eric's world slowly began to crash around him. His life flashed before him. He felt weak, faint, like he could barely stand. Uncle Jim offered him his chair, which Eric, almost like a zombie, took the seat. Eric took a few moments to regain his composure, and quietly offered, "Donna, you told me you didn't have any relatives, other than your one Uncle?" "I know, I didn't even know I had an Uncle Jim. Well, he's not really my Uncle, he's actually my Godfather, but I didn't even know I was religious, much less had a Godfather." Dazed and confused, Eric muttered, "I don't get it." By this point Steve had taken a seat and ordered up a couple of drinks. He told the waiter to give the bill to his date, motioning to Eric. The waiter winked and nodded, impressed with Steve's control over his date. "Allow me to explain," stated Uncle Jim. "I'm originally from this part of the States." He spoke American English, but there was a definitely a subtle European accent to his voice, part English, part something else Eric couldn't identify. "Twenty five years ago, at this very dance, I introduced two of my best friends on a blind date. It was hate at first sight, but they obviously felt some type of connection, as they kept in touch, and eventually got along very well, even marrying and starting a family. I was proud and honored to be the best man at their wedding, as well as the Godfather of their beautiful little girl," he said smiling at Donna, and patting her hand. If it were possible, Donna's smile got even brighter! "Well, I've never been the sort of person to stick around in one place very long. To put it plainly, I get damned bored and need to find something to interest me. So eventually I moved to Europe to ply my trade, I'm a photographer by training - and I thought I'd see what it looked like. "I kept in touch with my dear friends in the States, but you know how it is over great time and great distances. The visits became fewer, the phone calls shorter, and eventually the letters stopped. Not that I ever meant to loose touch, just as I'm sure they never meant it either. But none the less it happened. About ten years ago, I got bored with Europe and thought I'd have a look at what all the fuss was in China. Unfortunately since I wasn't entirely sure where I was headed, I neglected to leave a forwarding address. So when I returned, I had a decade's worth of correspondence to go through. That's when I heard about the terrible accident." Donna became quiet at this, and introspective. "Of course once I found out I was desperate to learn what had happened. And especially what had become of Donna. I felt terrible I'd neglected my friends, but I couldn't bare the thought of the daughter they asked me to stand up for alone. But by that time your wretched American social system had spirited her off to the troll of a brother of my friend. And she had already run away and was lost form site. "I did stop by and pay a visit to your Uncle," said uncle Jim looking at Donna, "and I can assure you, he is well convinced it would be a terrible mistake on his part to ever attempt to enter your life again. A terrible mistake." He left it at that, and the point was well made to his young guests. "So I packed up my things and moved myself and my business back to the states to begin to search for her. I must say, with all modesty, that people seem to quite like my photographs, and so I had considerable assets available to help my search. I phoned some old friends of mine who work in various levels of government in America." He paused for effect, and whispered, "When you're a competent photographer, who travels the world and has been granted to access to many secure sights, you make friends in governments, on both sides of the camera. "One day I received a call from one of my contacts. Donna's name had surfaced on an application for a college loan. I immediately hired a private investigator, and soon had her address and phone number. "At first I didn't want to have anything to do with him," interrupted Donna. "But I was insistent, to a fault," he answered. "After weeks and weeks of phone calls I finally convinced her I meant her no harm, and I thought tonight's event would be an appropriate time and place to finally meet face to face." Donna grabbed the book on the table they were looking at and held it up for Eric to see. "See this Eric? This is my family! This is me with my parents! I never thought I'd ever have pictures of my parents. But here's an album full of them." "Indeed yes, several albums actually. Photos taken before I left the States, as well as the couple of trips Donna's family took to Europe." "See that Eric! I've been to Europe! I'm a world traveler." "Yes, you are," continued Uncle Jim. "This picture here," he said pointing to a picture of a couple obviously in love. "Donna herself took this one. On your last visit I gave you a simple camera, and you were quite the little shuttle bug. I have several more albums back at my hotel and they are for you." "Oh no, I couldn't take this from you, these are your memories." "Oh I insist. Remember, I'm a photographer, I made these specifically for you. I have all the negatives." Donna looked like she was walking on cloud nine. "So, you've been ignoring me for all this time because you were talking with your Uncle?" asked Eric. "Yes, I know I should have called you and told you, but I was scared. I didn't know if this was real, or a con, or my other Uncle or what. I wanted to be really sure before I told anyone, anything." Eric was stunned. "So you're not dumping me?" Donna laughed and said, "No, I'm not dumping you. I love you." Eric's heart melted again. "I...I...feel so stupid to distrust you. I feel so bad about everything tonight, God, this is a nightmare," wailed Eric. "Mission accomplished!" said Steve. Donna laughed again and said, "No it's not. Actually I'm kind of flattered that you would go through all this just because of me. Uncle Jim, would excuse us for a few minutes so we can talk in private?" "Why of course child, take as much time as you like. It will give me time to introduce myself to your friend's friend." =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Donna took Eric by the hand and lead him out the near by door to the patio outside. The night air was cool on their bare legs, and ruffled the hem of their dresses. They moved to a stone railing at the far side and looked at each other in silence, saying everything with their eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't trust you Donna. I just....well.....I guess I still can't believe I have someone as special as you, who thinks I'm more than just a geek. I felt like I didn't deserve you, and it was finally over." Donna moved closer till their bodies were touching. "That is one thing you never have to worry about. I'm sorry too Eric, I should have told you what was going on. But I was scared." "You never have to be scared to tell me anything Donna, I love you too." And they kissed long and deep. When they parted lips, Donna gave Eric a rye smile. "So, Erica, we meet again." "Stop it Donna, I can explain...." "Explain, schmicplain, I'm not complaining. I like it." And she kissed him again. "Let me get a look at you. Cheerleaders again?" "No, no cheerleaders." "Hmmm," replied Donna. "I see a definite hint of sluttiness. Your sister Lori?" Eric laughed and said, "Yeah." "But there's something else there, but I can't seem to place it." She continued to study Eric's make up. He laughed and said, "My Mom." "Your Mom?" "Yeah, my Mom," and they both laughed. "That must have been an interesting conversation." "It was, she wants me in therapy." They both laughed again. "So do you have any surprises for me under that dress Erica?" "Like you wouldn't believe," he muttered adjusting his pantyhose and corset. "How are you with knots?" "Okay I guess, why do you ask?" replied Donna. "I'll explain later," he said. "Can we get out of here? I'm really uncomfortable dressed like this." "Are you kidding, I love it! I wish I had legs that good, I'd be in a skirt and heels all the time." "You have really great legs, Donna," he said. "Are you kidding? It's like I've got telephone poles coming out of my hips. I look like Big Bird." They both laughed and kissed again. "Oh Eric!" gushed Donna. "This has been the most wonderful night of my life! I have a family again, and best of all, I have my childhood back! I never thought I would know anyone who ever knew my parents again. But now the part of my heart is back! Uncle Jim is planning on moving back to America to spend time with me. And he said he insists on paying my college tuition. Since he doesn't have a family, he wants me to be his family." "Your Uncle Jim doesn't have a family?" "No, he was an only child, and his parents passed away years ago." "No wife or kids?" "No silly, he's gay. And he has razor sharp sense of humor about it. You should have seen him. We had to get a new waiter because they other one wouldn't come back to our table after Uncle Jim was through teasing him." -=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Meanwhile, back inside, Uncle Jim and Steve were becoming acquainted when suddenly Michael came up and sat down at the table. "Hey Steve." "Hey Michael. Wait a minute!" yelled Steve. "What the hell are you doing here?" "Oh, I make deliveries here, I came in the back." "You mean you could have gotten Jackson in here without the dress?" "Sure." "Why didn't you say so?" "No one asked me." "Michael, you truly are a moron." Michael looked around the room and eventually out the door where Eric and Donna had walked through. "Oh my God! There's two chicks making out on the patio!" He stood up and yelled to the room, "Hey everybody! There's two hot chicks making out on the patio!" And he, and the majority of the room dashed to the windows, where indeed, it appeared, two hot chicks were making out! Left alone in the room, at the table were Steve and Uncle Jim. "I must say young man, you must be quite the dear friend to help Eric go through so much to ensure the true love of his heart. Very admirable. When I was your age such action would be unheard of." "Well, you know how it is. A man's got to do what a man's got to do," as he took a swig off his drink and popped a nut into the air, and catching it in his mouth. "And such good looking too!" as Uncle Jim leaned in close, smiled, and placed his hand on Steve's upper thigh. Steve's eyes grew wide as saucers and he screamed at the top of his lungs "JACKSON!" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=- =- Outside, Donna and Eric broke their kiss and listened to the surroundings. "Did you hear that Donna?" "Yeah, it sounded like a wounded animal stuck in a trap or something, it was weird." "Yeah," replied Eric. "It sounded like it was ready to chew its foot off. But didn't it sound like it was crying my name?" "Yeah, weird." "Yeah, weird." At that point they both noticed the huge glass doors and windows were full of party goers watching them. They both blushed, and looked away. "You know what?" said Donna. "What?" replied Eric with a smile. "As long as we have an audience, let's give them a show!" And with that she reached for Eric, grabbing him around the waist and bending him over backwards for a kiss. "Whoa there women, hold on, I'm the guy here." "Not when you're dressed like this. When you're in a dress, you're my bitch." And with that Donna planted a French kiss on Erica that would go down in the history of the Inn By The Lake. And they continued to live happily ever after, even if they didn't realize it all the time!