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A month passed after Clutch's encounter at the hotel, and graduation was quickly approaching. With two weeks left in the year, Clutch had only to pass his final exams, and he'd graduate high school.

It was the first Sunday in June. Clutch and his father were on the couch, a fan moving the heavy Tennessee air over their bodies, wearing only shorts to stay cool. Father and son took cans of beer from a cooler as Al flipped stations, looking for something to pass the day. A knocking at the door interrupted the abrupt clicking of stations. The elder Watson rose and shuffled to the door.

"For you, boy. Some lil fox gal I think..."

Clutch grinned. Back for seconds, maybe? He put his beer down and walked to the door, stepping outside. Twyla was standing near the door, leaning on the porch rail, arms folded, gaze narrowed. Clutch quickly reassessed his theory that this encounter might result in a second coupling.

"So...uh...dad said ya was here to see me?" The big tiger nervously shuffled from side to side on the rickety porch, the creaking of big feet on wooden planks joining the song of nearby birds. She reached into her purse and handed Clutch a blue cartridge with a yellowed tip. He felt his gut fall down to his shuffling feet as he took it from her small hand and squinted his eyes to read it. He didn't need to read the branding or the instructions, his eyes darted to the white window cut into the plastic cartridge....and the telltale blue plus sign in it. He shuffled from side to side faster, thick toes nervously the porch. His legs shook a bit under him.

"Yeah, Clutch. Exactly. What am I gonna tell my folks? I can't go back to school next year? And how am I gonna tell em that you're...."

The door opened and Al poked his head out, squinting at the daylight. "Damn boy, sounds like you're gonna tear the fucking porch down. I ain't got time to fix that shit right now, so settle..."

He stopped in mid sentence, eyeing the blue plastic against his son's orange and creme coat. "Is that....what I think it is boy?"

Clutch nodded, his thick legs wobbling more under his frame.

Al focused his eyes on Clutch's. "Yours.....boy?"

The young tiger nodded more, Every ounce of his willpower was keeping him standing up and not falling into a dilapidated lawn chair nearby.

The elder Watson stared at his son for a moment, reading his face and body language, confirming that he'd heard the truth. He walked out of the door, glancing at Twyla for a moment and stepping before his sons, pressing his belly into that of his offspring. Suddenly, with a howl, Al wrapped his arms around Clutch

"Thank you, god! The boy ain't s virgin no more! He's a man! He's a man at last!" Holding Clutch tightly, Al bellowed happily and shook his son in his arms, the blue stick falling to the wooden porch.

Twyla stood stunned, her anger transmuted to disbelief. No shaming. No scolding. No demands for accountability as of yet. The moment that she'd thought about for five days instead became a celebration, with the old, fat father embracing his son's newfound virility. She thought about how she would explain THIS to her family when she could no longer hide her impending motherhood.

Clutch, meanwhile, stood tight in his father's grasp, at least not falling to the ground now. As his head spun with the realization of the blue stick, he first thought about what he was going to tell Kozlowski....and how many beers were left in the cooler on the couch.