"Awww," Jason said in a mock pout. "Awww, is little Tammy-wammy all frightened of a little old monster? Awww…"

"Cut it out," Eddie said sharply. "Listen to me. How'd you all like to see some real movies? I mean some hot ones!"

"Hot ones?" Nancy asked, puzzled.

"Sure, sexy ones!"

"Not around here, you won't. Last one that showed a bathing suit was closed up by the police, remember?" Jason snickered. "Only ones I can think of are the ones your…" He stopped, and a wolfish smile spread across his features. "Say, speaking of that, where's your dad tonight, Eddie?"

"What I've been trying to tell you. The Old Man's at some business meeting up in the city, see, and Mom's gone to see her sister, and won't be back until tomorrow. We've got the whole house to ourselves."

"Yeah…" Jason breathed excitedly. "Yeah, that sounds great."

"What are you two talking about?" Nancy demanded.

"Look," Eddie said to both girls. "My dad's got some films he bought in Europe. They're… a little spicy, see. I mean, you know what they're doing in Denmark these days. So anyway, he got a new reel of film the other day, and I haven't seen it, but I imagine if it's like the others, it should be a kick. You game?"

"Couldn't be worse than those magazines you were showing me Wednesday night, Jason," Nancy giggled. "Sure, and free booze besides. I'm for it."

"What about you, Tamera?"

Tamera paused, not sure what she should do, irritated at her childish fears and still burning from the razzing Jason had given her about horror films.

"When your dad gets a Disney flick, we'll invite her," Jason said, laughing. "That's her speed, Eddie."

"Listen, I may be younger than you," Tamera said hotly to him, "but I'm not that much younger." She could almost bite her tongue off as the words poured out of her. She wanted to show them she was old enough, but yet – she'd heard about these kinds of films, about the nudity and things, but certainly they couldn't show everything! Or… could they? A tingle of wicked excitement ran through her in spite of her reluctance. It would be sort of fun, and it wouldn't show anything she didn't already know about – not first-hand of course – or that she hadn't pictured while alone in her bed and playing with herself. Not want to? Suddenly she wanted to very much!