While Andre is upstairs getting ready for  bed I pull out the Playboy magazine. I  read a couple articles before looking at a cute young model. Her sweet face, dark hair and the fact that she doesn't look like an airhead reminds me of Margaret.  

Wonder if Margaret and I will have sex. As much as I'd love that, we have to wait until we are away from her dad. Thank Heavens Margaret will turn eighteen before I do. If I turned eighteen first, Mr. Charles would probably try to have me charged with statutory rape, even if I did nothing. 

Our first time might be in New York City.  Mmm.. . Sleeping with Margaret in the city that never sleeps. Maybe I'll perform at some industry thing and Margaret and I will come home  excited we go on to our room and I'll give her something to write about?

Maybe it'll be how we celebrate my record contract...or how we spend our first night in New York?

Would she be one of this girls who like to take charge in the sack, or would she like me to?

I imagine her standing in front of me as she smirks, knowing how much I ache for her. Revealing in it, in fact. She's ready to defy everything her daddy taught her: "Be a virgin for your wedding night" "Hold out for a professional white man" , yet here she is wanting to share her body with me. Me, a boy who is only everything her daddy never wanted for his little girl. 

I can see her taking off her tennis skirt, fully exposing her flawless,lily white legs.  My hand goes down my body and a little moan comes out of my mouth. Oops, hope no one heard that!  Next, my mind creates a visual of her removing her shirt-very slowly, just to tempt me with that  tiny little waist and delay my access to her perky breasts. Another, slightly louder moan comes out of my mouth.

"EWWW! YOU GOTTA DO THAT HERE? CAN'T YOU DO IT IN THE BATHROOM? NO WONDER MR. CHARLES THINKS YOU HAVE NO CLASS!" Andre's  stunned voice interrupts me. He's laughing. 

When I return after washing my hands, Andre still thinks it's funny. "Can't get any satisfaction?",He snickers.

  Margaret is so much more sophisticated than the girls Andre fools around with. It's a miracle he doesn't embarrass me in front of her. I pull my covers up over my head . Andre sits on my bed and shakes me."What? You can't take a joke?" He asks.  

"You understand the situation we're in! The only reason I'm even allowed to date Margaret is so we're not sneaking around. Mr. Charles thinks our relationship would look even worse if we had to do that." I gripe.

"Hard being a star crossed lover, huh? Actually, I'd be pissed if I had a hot girl like her and could only go so far because of  her daddy." 

"You don't know the worst of it! Mr. Charles wants to transfer Margaret to another high school because he hates me and wants to put distance between us. He wishes he hadn't transferred her to our school because she met me. He transferred her to get her away from a boy she was dating whose family was on welfare."

  "Damn,"says Andre,"She's only got one more year of school after this. What's he afraid of? That you'll knock her up?" 

Margaret and I aren't that dumb. She's still on the Pill, unbeknownst to her daddy and I always have a condom with me., just in case.  If Mr. Charles knew Margaret and I were planning to leave for New York after graduation, he'd be almost as angry as if we eloped. Not sure what would be worse though: running off to live with a black boy or running off to legally marry one. 

 "He actually said Margaret was going to face a life of poverty if she stuck with me." I admit

"You're going to make it. Your music incredible. Mr. Charles doesn't know what he's talking about. And Margaret is ambitious, she'll do okay." Andre tells me

Money won't be a problem for Margaret and me.  And I'll give her more love than she's ever received in her life. We'll have it all.