Chapter 34: Exciting News

Exciting News


Remember the earlier discussions and diversions from the story explaining my nerd-ness? I haven’t been very good at enforcing that, but I will take the time now to reiterate the truth: I am a nerd. So, with that being said, I will continue with the story, which, although seems to be getting better, will get much, much better in just a few chapters. Wait and see.

It was several hours after the time in which I dropped Tom off at Megan’s. Yes, I was naked and walking around my own house, singing loudly to anything that would care to listen to me. If you don’t enjoy the image, stop picturing it. Anyway, I decided to get on the net to see if Tom had signed on and got hooked up to Megan’s internet connection yet.

No one was online that I cared to talk to. So, in checking my mail, I stumbled upon a news story about an estranged mother. She had attempted to have her little girl’s older boyfriend arrested because they were having sex. Her daughter was fifteen, and the boyfriend nineteen. The mother was furious because she couldn’t do anything about it.

The article went on to explain to me with absolute certainty the break down of sex related laws in America. There is a federal law which states that traveling over state lines specifically for sex in illegal. And then, I learned something new: each state, individually, determines their sex laws. The article was very useful by providing me with a link to a listing of all of the different nuances of each state’s sex laws. Of course I looked up New York’s sex laws.

Seventeen. After the age of seventeen, or at the age of seventeen, you can screw an eighty year old and it isn’t statutory rape. If you’re under seventeen, and your partner is over twenty one, that’s illegal. But seventeen is the age at which the state says “You can fuck, you can fuck!”

I? Was seventeen. I dialed Roger’s number and waited for him to pick up. I got the message machine, so I decided, of course, to try again. This time, he picked it up on the second ring.

“This better be fucking good!” He growled at me, and I realized he was in a very bad mood. I couldn’t be deterred.

“Guess what!” I nearly shouted in to the phone. This meant I could meet him. Hug him. Touch him.

“What?”

“You can fuck me!” I lowered my voice a bit.

“What the fuck?” He asked me. He sounded ready to explode.

“New York State says its legal for you to have sex with me!” I repeated, slower and calmer.

“Is that all?” He growled at me. The fact that he didn’t care…kind of annoyed the hell out of me.

“Yup.”

“We’re going to have to have a chat later tonight about the content of your phone calls.” He said, and before I could protest that it was important, continued: “I love you, and I will speak to you later. Good bye.” And without being able to put a word in edge wise on the conversation, he hung up on me. I stared at the phone in amazement.

To be honest, I couldn’t really believe he had just blown me off like that. He had sounded pissed off, yes, but that shouldn’t have made him be rude and threaten to yell at me later. That’s what he had implied, anyway. What the hell? Any other male, you walk up to them, and say “Hey dude, its legal for you to fuck me. Do you want to?” Would probably take you up on the offer. My boyfriend? Decides I’m in trouble and hangs up on me.

I set the phone down and returned to the computer, deciding to research something completely different. Something clean, and nerdy, for the web site that we ran together. Something to take my mind off of what had just happened. I knew, just like any female, if I dwelled on it, I’d get exceptionally emotional and blow it out of proportion. Chances were, by the time I spoke to him later on, he wouldn’t even remember the ‘we need to have a chat about your phone calls’ comment.