<strong>NAME:</strong>Tommy Mulvaney<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>White Tee Shirt, Levis, Timberlands<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday June 9th<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Late Night getting close to midnight<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Heading towards Henderson's, FINALLY!!!!<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Optimistic<br/><br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Damian, brief mention of Leanne<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.homorazzi.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/colin-wayne.jpg)</div>.....<em>continuation of Tommy 's last post...</em>" and another thing Tom, I am very proud of the way you comported yourself out there. You showed real restraint. You have always been a polite young man and now you are showing some real maturity. You know it was not to long ago that you would be the one sitting in the back of a Greenfield's  police cruiser when things boiled over like they did out back" Mr. Caulton said. They were both standing in the Caulton's spacious living room which was probably about the size of Tommy's entire house, Tommy thought.  " Thanks Mr. Caulton, I really can't take all the credit, Gw.....". Just then Tommy's phone pinged.<em><strong> ''Hey man, where you? The Henderson Farm is calling you. They even have beer unlike that awesome Caulton party.''</strong></em>Damian's text read. "Mr. Caulton I gotta go." Tommy said. " Yes....yes.. I understand Tom, Mrs. Caulton and I realize that this is not the last stop for you kids. I actually cut quite a figure in high school Tom", Mr Caulton said proudly. " Really??? .no shit??"  Tommy silently thought to himself with a smile.<br/><br/>Mr. Caulton walked Tommy to the front door as he attempted to place a fatherly arm over Tommy's shoulder which was a bit awkward as Tommy stood almost 6 inches taller then Hank's dad. " I am sorry about the knee Tom. I was unaware. You know the world needs diesel mechanics just as much as they need ACC Quarterbacks." Mr. Caulton said in a vain attempt to make himself feel better. Tommy looked at him pondering the bizarre logic. Mr. Caulton opened the front door, " listen would you keep an eye out for Hank I know he's planning an escape once Mrs. Caulton retires to her bedroom,  sometimes just being able to mention that he's  acquainted with you can get a guy out of jam." Mr. carlton said.  " If I see him I will make sure he's doing ok" Tommy responded. With that he bolted for his Subaru.<br/><br/>Breaking all speed limits Tommy stealthy approached his house with his headlights off. He quietly opened his father's tool shed and removed his fathers Ozark Trail 8 person tent and grabbed a bunch of sleeping bags. Jamming the gear into the trunk and backseat he made his way to the Henderson Farm.<br/><br/>The Mulvaney's knew the Henderson's about as well as one family can know another. Tommy's brother Sean played football with Marcus. Tommy could not remember a time growing up when there was not a Henderson brother eating at the Mulvaney dinner table and vice a versa. Mrs. Henderson was very good to Tommy when Sean was killed, letting him bunk in the Henderson's basement for about two months, making sure he got three squares, and made it to school each morning.<br/><br/>Tommy could see the flickering flames of the bonfire above the treeline as he exited Glenn's Hills Greenfield's Road (County Road 527), and started on the dirt road that would lead to the barn. He knew where most of the cars would be parked and made his way across the open field in that direction.<br/><br/>Locating a open spot his headlights centered on a Lime Green Late Model VW Beetle. " Shit! " he said when he saw the<strong>"Save Tibet" </strong>bumper sticker. He pulled into the next open spot. He was turning off the ignition when loud squealing invaded his ears from the passenger window. " TOMMY!!!!!" one voice said. " YAY !!!"  I told you he would show up", said the other.<br/><br/>The voices belonged to "Punk" Rodriguez, and Chelsea Crosby. Tommy still did not know why her girlfriends called her that. Punk was the owner of the VW Bug, and Chelsea was her BFF, partner in crime, basically Tonto to her Lone Ranger.  Both girls were in their third semesters at Glenn's Hills Community College. More significantly both were featured dancer's at the "G SPOT" a gentlemen's club with a tawdry reputation located out on 527. Tommy checked I.D.s there the second Saturday of every month. Punk was a diminutive hispanic beauty with the most angelic and innocent of faces and exaggerated curves in all the right places. She wore her long straight jet black hair well past her butt. Chelsea was a tall blonde with never ending legs. Both had tattoo's that could only be seen if you happened to catch a completed  performance of their's. Tommy had seen all their tattoo's.<br/><br/>"Ladies", Tommy sighed, reluctantly acknowledging their presence. " We need an escort!" Punk said. "We don't know anybody here", Chelsea added. "Girls this is my Graduation Night you realize that right?" Tommy said getting out of the WRX.  " Were well aware of that Tom, didn't you hear us screaming when you picked up your diploma ?" Chelsea said.  " How could I miss that" Tommy laughed. He looked at his coworkers and slowly shook his head. Both girls were dressed in denim skirts. Punk was wearing a pink 'G Spot' sweatshirt, and wedge sandals to give her some added lift. Chelsea was in flip flops and wearing her signature straw cowboy hat and a white peasant blouse.<br/><br/>"Girls these are my best friends, people I will not see after the summer ends" Tommy pleaded. " We promise we won't CLAM JAM you Tommy!!" Punk assured him her gum popping in her mouth. " You won't even know were here, we will just be hanging in the periphery, like on the outskirts " Chelsea added. Tommy laughed out loud at that, and staring at Chelsea said, "Impossible".<br/><br/>The trio made their way to the barn. Tommy knew when he saw the VW he was never going to shake these two.  Coworkers who had become close friends. Tommy took out his phone and began to text Damian:<strong>''Hey man, where you?  I have ARRIVED!!!"</strong>Walking behind him, Punk struggling to keep up in the tall grass, both girls giggling. Chelsea had her face buried in her phone.  Punk yelled out to Tommy, " Is Leanne here?" .. " Yeah is Leanne here?" Chelsea added. " I got here after you guys how the hell would I know that? Tommy said shaking his head.<br/><br/>"Any cuties like you in your graduating class Tommy?" Punk asked. Tommy turned abruptly, both girls stopped dead in their tracks their mouths open. Each knew to  pay attention when Tommy was serious like this, it was a cardinal rule at the Spot where things could turn from bad to ugly in the blink of an eye. "Ladies I want a promise from you right now or I'm sending you both packing!" Tommy said assertively. "There will be no flirting with any of my classmates.. check that ..there will be no macking, no chirpse, with anybody!!!"  Tommy said. "Im serious girls you won't have clue who's dating who..the guys are already frisky and applesaucy.. you will not start World war III here.. GOT IT!!" Tommy commanded. "Promise Tommy" Punk answered, thinking maybe Plomise but then again not really she thought. "Pinky swear" Chelsea added.<br/><br/>"There was no telling where tonight was gonna go now" he thought.