November 5, 1955
6:10 PM PST

Lorraine Margaret Baines smiled at the young boy on the bed. He looked so adorable, and she had quite a good feeling that he would feel the same about her. The last boy that she felt strongly about, was David Goodwyn - who died just over a year ago.

As Lorraine saw the young Calvin Klein coming to, she felt so relieved. Now she'd have a chance to get to know this pretty mysterious young man. He was quite short, but he was just so cute. She really loved the adorable soft dimple that was in his left cheek.

"Mom," Calvin mumbled, as he was still half asleep, "is that you?" As Lorraine dipped the cloth into the water, as she decided to tend to the bruise on Calvin's head.

"There, there, now," soothed Lorraine, as she very tenderly stroked Calvin's forhead with the damp cloth. "Just relax. You've been asleep for almost nine hours, now."

"I had a horrible nightmare," mumbled Calvin, as his eyes were still closed. Lorraine's heart suddenly went out to this young man. She might as well make him feel quite at ease. She quite had a crush on him. "I dreamed I went back in time. It was terrible."

"Well, you're safe and sound, now," Lorraine replied, as she reached to turn on the light. She wondered if he dreamed about World War Two. "Back in good old 1955."

Lorraine turned on the lights, as Calvin bolted up in bed and gasped, "1955?" He just looked rather stunned, as he began to stammer, "You're my ma... you're my ma..."

"My name's Lorraine," she replied, just as she folded her arms around her chest. She didn't think she quite looked old enough to be a mother, but it was very possible that Calvin's mother actually wore her hair the same way as she did. "Lorraine Baines."

"Yeah," Calvin replied, still stunned, "but you're, uh... you're so... you're so thin."

"Just relax now, Calvin," Lorraine suggested, as she couldn't exactly understand why the young man seemed to be so nervous. "You've got a big bruise on your head."

Calvin then lifted up the sheet, as he gasped, "Ah, where are my pants?"

"Over there, on my hope chest," Lorraine replied, coyly. She didn't understand why it was such a big deal to him. "I've never seen purple underwear before, Calvin."

"Calvin," the young man mumbled to himself. "Why do you keep calling me Calvin?"

"Well, that's your name, isn't it?" Lorraine asked, confused. "Calvin Klein? It's written all over your underwear." She tried to pull the sheet up to show him, but he stopped her. He likely prefered to go by a nickname. "Oh, I guess they call you Cal, huh?"

"Actually," the young man replied, nervously, "people call me Marty."

"Oh, pleased to meet you, Calvin..." Lorraine replied, as she stood up. "Marty..." As she gentlt sat on the bed, she finished, "Klein. Do you mind if I sit here?"

"No, fine," Marty replied, sounding very uneasy. "No, good, fine, good."

"That's a big bruise you have there," Lorraine commented, as she quickly reached out to touch Marty's head. While Marty actually did have a bump on the back of his head, Lorraine also wanted an excuse to touch him. She also hoped to make him relax.

"Ah," Marty gasped, as he suddenly fall off the bed. Marty's reaction disappointed Lorraine, as she hoped that he would quite welcome the tenderness. Perhaps, the reason why he was nervous - was because he thought she was very attractive.

"Lorraine," Stella asked, as sounding rather weary, "are you up there?" Lorraine felt guilty, as she knew that her mother really didn't her being in the room with the boy.

"My God," Lorraine gasped, as felt nervous and annoyed, "it's my mother. Quick! Put your pants back on." She quickly threw Marty's pants to him, as she ran downstairs.

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"So tell me, Marty," Stella said, as she walked down the stairs with Lorraine and the young guest, "how long have you been in port?"

"Excuse me?" Marty asked, as he seemed confused. Lorraine had to admit that she was more than a little curious about the outfit that he wore, as it seemed unusual.

"Yeah, I guessed you're a sailor, aren't you?" Stella asked. "That's why you wear that life preserver." Lorraine had to admit that Marty looked sexy in the life preserver.

"Uh, coast guard," Marty replied, nervously. Lorraine smiled, as she thought it was so swell that the young teen was in the military. He'd sure be the ideal husband for her.

As they entered the living room, Stella told her husband, "Sam, here's the young man you hit with your car out there. He's all right, thank God." As Lorraine simply saw that her father was still was on the television set, she hoped that it would actually work.

"What were you doing in the middle of the street, a kid your age?" Sam asked, very grumpily. Lorraine rolled her eyes, as she knew just how stern her father could be.

"Don't pay any attention to him," Stella said to Marty. "He's in one of his moods." To her husband, she added, "Sam, quit fiddling with that thing. Come in here to dinner." Walking to the table, she added, "Now let's see, you already know Lorraine. This is Milton. This is Sally. That's Toby - and, over there in the playpen, is little baby Joey."

Marty looked at Joey, and he said something that Lorraine that couldn't quite make out. She figured he was just admiring her baby brother, as he was pretty cute.

"Yes, Joey just loves being in his playpen," Stella said, in a very high-pitched voice. In her normal voice, she explained, "He cries whenever we take him out so we just leave him in there all the time. Well, Marty, I hope you like meatloaf."

Lorraine groaned, as she thought of how tired she was of meatloaf. It did seem like every week, that she would cook it. She supposed it was better than liver, though.

"Well, uh, listen," Marty replied, as he still sounded pretty nervous, "uh, I really..."

Lorraine then pulled up a chair, as she suggested, "Sit here, Marty." She thought of how wonderful it would be, to actually have this young man joining her for dinner.

Stella then called to out to her husband, "Sam, quit fiddling with that thing and come in here and eat your dinner." Lorraine was excited about the new television set, though.

Sam pulled the television to the table, as he called out, "Ho ho ho, look at it roll. Now we could watch Jackie Gleason while we eat." Lorraine loved The Honeymooners.

"Our first television set," Lorraine explained, to Marty. With a television set and a real cute boy in one day, Lorraine felt as if she was in heaven. This was sure a special day for her. She felt ecstatic. "Dad just picked it up today. Do you have a television?"

"Well, yeah," Mary replied, somewhat eagerly. "You know, we have two of them."

"Wow, you must be rich," Milton commented, sounding impressed. Lorraine really had to agree with her younger brother, as she also found that to pretty impressive.

"Oh, honey," protested Stella, "he's teasing you. Nobody has two television sets."

"Hey, hey," Marty called out, looking at the television. "I've seen this one! I've seen this one. This is a classic! This is where Ralph dresses up as the man from space."

Lorraine was now more than a little confused - and so was Milton, as he asked, "What do you mean you've seen this? It's brand new!"

"Yeah, well," Marty replied, nervously. "I saw it on a rerun."

Lorraine was even more confused, as Milton asked, "What's a rerun?"

"You'll find out," was all Marty said. Lorraine wondered if it was just another word for a repeated episode. It still didn't explain why he already knew this episode, though.

Stella took a good look at Marty, as she commented, "You know, Marty, you look so familiar. Do I know your mother?"

"Yeah," Marty replied, smiling, "I think maybe you do." Lorraine simply smiled back - as she hoped to, one day, be able to have a son who was just like Calvin Marty Klein.

"Oh," called out Stella. "Then I wanna give her a call. I don't want her to worry about you." Lorraine rolled her eyes. While she knew that her mother really meant well, she strongly felt that her mother also had a tendancy to be a little too overprotective.

"You can't," Marty suddenly blurted out. Then, nervously, he added, "Uh, that is... uh, nobody's home." Lorraine wondered if Marty even get along with his parents.

"Oh," Stella replied, as she looked rather concerned. Lorraine hoped Marty had good parents. While Lorraine loves both of her parents, they did ended to frustrate her.

"Yet," Marty added, nervously. Lorraine wondered if his parents really weren't home, or if he was simply running away. Lorraine actually remembered the time that she ran away from home - when she was a little girl, and she was very scared of her father.

"Oh," Stella repeated, as she turned back to her dinner. Lorraine wondered if Stella had suspected the same thing about Marty.

"Uh, listen," Marty asked, quietly, "do you know where Riverside Drive is?" Lorraine wondered who Marty knew on Riverside Drive. Perhaps, it might be a relative

"It's, uh, the other end of town," Sam replied. "The east end of town, a block past Maple."

"A block passed Maple," Marty said, to himself. "That's John F Kennedy Drive."

"Who the hell is John F Kennedy?" Sam demanded, as he was very confused.

"Mother," Lorraine was quick to suggest, "with Marty's parents out of town, don't you think he oughta spend the night? After all, Dad almost killed him with the car."

"That's true, Marty," agreed Stella. "I think you should spend the night. I think you're our responsibility." Lorraine really was happy to have her mother see things her way, for once. She had to admit that she also wished for the young man to be quite safe.

"Well gee, I don't know," Marty replied, nervously. Lorraine began to wonder what it was that she was doing wrong. She figured that he was maybe just real awkward.

"And he could sleep in my room," Lorraine added, coyly - just as she reached out to squeeze Marty's knee under the table. While she simply had a good feeling that her mother would actually object, she figured it couldn't possibly hurt to ask - could it?

"I gotta go," Marty called out, as he abruptly stood up. "Uh, I gotta go. Thanks very much. It was wonderful. You were all great. See you all later." Lorraine just watched on, as Marty left. She wondered if she was maybe was too aggressive on Calvin.

After Marty left, Stella turned to her husband and said, "He's a very strange young man." Lorraine wondeed what exactly her mother thought was strange about him.

"He's an idiot," Sam groused. "Comes from upbringing. Parents are probably idiots, too." Turning to his daughter, he just quickly add, "Lorraine, if you ever have a kid who acts that way, I'll disown you." Lorraine thought that he should loosen up.

As Lorraine looked up at where Marty was, she wondered why he was nervous. She jusy smiled to herself, as she realized she didn't simply care what her father thought of him. Granted, he was somewhat strange - but, then again, she liked strange.