Not exactly a boy you'd throw yourself at, she thought, but she was sure, from what Nancy had taught her, and from what Nancy had said in sly hints, that Nancy was "experienced" in sex. And that her teacher had been Jason – that in the cruder terms of her high-school chums, Jason was "balling" Nancy every chance he could get – and Tamera had her doubts that Nancy ever did anything to stop him much. Not that she'd ever asked Nancy; that would have been in bad taste!

"Well," Eddie said, "we can't stay here all night. Besides, I could use a drink. What about you, Tamera?"

"I…" the teenager hesitated.

"What's the matter?" Eddie asked, frowning. "You do drink, don't you?"

"Well… sure. Sure I do." She was bluffing, and hoped that the others wouldn't catch it. She was afraid that she might be letting herself in for more than she could handle, saying she did more than she really did, for anything over an occasional glass of wine gave her the woozies. But she didn't want to do anything which might make Eddie think less of her, not now, not when this was her chance to snare a big prize like him. He was really "in", and she couldn't afford to be childish about it…

"Good," Jason said. "I could go for a couple of beers myself on a warm night like this."

"But… where shall we go?" Nancy asked, not worried about the drinking at all. "I mean, we can't just go anywhere, you know."

"How about a movie?" Eddie suggested. "The drive-in."

"Naw," Jason said. "Who wants to see Monster from Atomic Atoll?" He waved his hand disparagingly. "Strictly for the kids."

"Well, who says we'll be watching?" Eddie said with a grin.

"I don't want to go anyway," Tamera said. "Horror movies scare me."