Showing posts with label School. Show all posts
Showing posts with label School. Show all posts
Sunday, February 12, 2017
Saturday, October 31, 2015
Story: The New School (Part 2)
The New School
By Tcheser
Part 2
Prior to arriving at St. Glover’s, the girls who were now only to be referred to as Polly, Madge and Clover, had expected to have nice rooms they shared with perhaps one other girl, with an en suite bathroom and cleaning and laundry service, just like they had at their previous schools. Now though, having been welcomed to the school in what they considered the most horrific and demeaning of manners possible, they had understandably low expectations as to what would constitute their accommodations for the possibly indefinite length of their stay. Despite this however, what they found upon reaching their sleeping chamber, was still enough to shock them out of their silence.
“You can’t expect us to stay here!” Polly blurted out.
“It’s like bedlam!” Madge added.
For rather than a cozy room and an en suite bath it appeared that all of the girls who attended St. Glover’s slept in the same room. Row upon row of bunk beds, stacked three high, extended from one end of the long narrow hall to the other. Chamberpots and washbasins were in evidence as were old trunks presumably for the inhabitants meager possessions and upon every window were iron bars. It was positively medieval.
It being nearly time for supper the hall was also rather full of busy girls at the moment. Some were changing their clothes, right out in the open in front of everyone the girls were aghast to see, while others were brushing their hair or darning their well worn uniforms. None of them seemed to take any particular interest in the new trio as they were half marched, half shoved down the central corridor between the beds, they just went about their business hardly giving them a second thought.
By Tcheser
Part 2
Prior to arriving at St. Glover’s, the girls who were now only to be referred to as Polly, Madge and Clover, had expected to have nice rooms they shared with perhaps one other girl, with an en suite bathroom and cleaning and laundry service, just like they had at their previous schools. Now though, having been welcomed to the school in what they considered the most horrific and demeaning of manners possible, they had understandably low expectations as to what would constitute their accommodations for the possibly indefinite length of their stay. Despite this however, what they found upon reaching their sleeping chamber, was still enough to shock them out of their silence.
“You can’t expect us to stay here!” Polly blurted out.
“It’s like bedlam!” Madge added.
For rather than a cozy room and an en suite bath it appeared that all of the girls who attended St. Glover’s slept in the same room. Row upon row of bunk beds, stacked three high, extended from one end of the long narrow hall to the other. Chamberpots and washbasins were in evidence as were old trunks presumably for the inhabitants meager possessions and upon every window were iron bars. It was positively medieval.
It being nearly time for supper the hall was also rather full of busy girls at the moment. Some were changing their clothes, right out in the open in front of everyone the girls were aghast to see, while others were brushing their hair or darning their well worn uniforms. None of them seemed to take any particular interest in the new trio as they were half marched, half shoved down the central corridor between the beds, they just went about their business hardly giving them a second thought.
Monday, October 26, 2015
Story: The New School (Part 1)
THE NEW SCHOOL
By Tcheser
Part 1
Miss Amelia Greystoke had just turned eighteen when she was told by her uncle and godfather that she would not be returning to her beloved private school that fall, but would instead be attending another school up in Scotland. Naturally she didn't want to go, but he was her uncle and until she was twenty one and inherited her father's title and estate, he was in charge.
On the train trip up to her new school, Amelia met two other girls who were also heading there. The first was a Ms. Meredith Periwinkle, a girl Amelia's age with dark brown hair nearly as long as her own vibrant blonde hair. Her family was in manufacturing down in Leeds and her father had recently married a much younger woman, so she was somewhat glad to get out of the house. The second was a fair skinned girl with curly red hair. Her name was Zoë, and although she didn't look it, she was nearly twenty and already married. Though she was well off, her lordly husband unfortunately believed she needed more education. They passed the time telling each other stories about their last school and wondering what their new school was going to be like.
By Tcheser
Part 1
Miss Amelia Greystoke had just turned eighteen when she was told by her uncle and godfather that she would not be returning to her beloved private school that fall, but would instead be attending another school up in Scotland. Naturally she didn't want to go, but he was her uncle and until she was twenty one and inherited her father's title and estate, he was in charge.
On the train trip up to her new school, Amelia met two other girls who were also heading there. The first was a Ms. Meredith Periwinkle, a girl Amelia's age with dark brown hair nearly as long as her own vibrant blonde hair. Her family was in manufacturing down in Leeds and her father had recently married a much younger woman, so she was somewhat glad to get out of the house. The second was a fair skinned girl with curly red hair. Her name was Zoë, and although she didn't look it, she was nearly twenty and already married. Though she was well off, her lordly husband unfortunately believed she needed more education. They passed the time telling each other stories about their last school and wondering what their new school was going to be like.
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Story: Northridge High School Feud (part 5)
Northridge High School Feud (part 5)
By Tcheser
Amber couldn't take any more. She had lost her beautiful tan, her precious breasts, her lovely blonde hair, gained at least thirty pounds and seemed to be becoming a tongue tied spaz. Then her boyfriend Brad, who should have been infatuated with her, questioned her actions, and when she couldn’t adequately explain what was going on he dumped her. Her! Amber Lane! This all had to stop and it had to stop immediately. She had to see Jane and end this before her reputation was irreparably damaged.
Somehow that little bitch Jane was responsible for all of this happening. As absurd as that sounded it was the only explanation Amber could come up with. As her doctor had said, a woman doesn’t suddenly lose her breasts overnight, and yet that was what had happened. It was like magic or something and that brought her back to Jane. She had been making threats and she was a witch or something, Amber was certain of it, you could tell by the way she dressed.
Not wishing to linger in the hallways a second longer than she had to, Amber ran into a storage closet and locked herself inside. When she finally stopped crying and her hands stopped shaking she called information on her cell phone and got Jane’s number. She then took a long breath, composed herself and called Jane. After what seemed like a million rings, but was only actually six, Jane answered and in a very bored fashion asked how Amber was doing.
"You know how I'm doing you bitch!" Amber snapped "I'm in fucking hell! Now cut the crap and meet me in the old theater, y’know the one downstairs in the basement, this needs to end like right now!"
"Alright, I know where the theater is and I’ll meet you there, but you had better bring something that will clear Carol. I don't need to see you if all you're going to do is push me around and dunk my head in the toilet."
"Okay, fine!" Amber agreed. She was at her wits end and would agree to just about anything at this point. "I have something I can bring you. It’ll clear your friend for sure."
"Ok, great, see you in say... 25 minutes?"
"Make it 15"
"Okay, 15 minutes it is, bye" Jane hung up sounding far too happy and cheerful for Amber's taste. She would pay for that Amber vowed, but first she had to end her own torment. To do this however she needed first to get something.
By Tcheser
Amber couldn't take any more. She had lost her beautiful tan, her precious breasts, her lovely blonde hair, gained at least thirty pounds and seemed to be becoming a tongue tied spaz. Then her boyfriend Brad, who should have been infatuated with her, questioned her actions, and when she couldn’t adequately explain what was going on he dumped her. Her! Amber Lane! This all had to stop and it had to stop immediately. She had to see Jane and end this before her reputation was irreparably damaged.
Somehow that little bitch Jane was responsible for all of this happening. As absurd as that sounded it was the only explanation Amber could come up with. As her doctor had said, a woman doesn’t suddenly lose her breasts overnight, and yet that was what had happened. It was like magic or something and that brought her back to Jane. She had been making threats and she was a witch or something, Amber was certain of it, you could tell by the way she dressed.
Not wishing to linger in the hallways a second longer than she had to, Amber ran into a storage closet and locked herself inside. When she finally stopped crying and her hands stopped shaking she called information on her cell phone and got Jane’s number. She then took a long breath, composed herself and called Jane. After what seemed like a million rings, but was only actually six, Jane answered and in a very bored fashion asked how Amber was doing.
"You know how I'm doing you bitch!" Amber snapped "I'm in fucking hell! Now cut the crap and meet me in the old theater, y’know the one downstairs in the basement, this needs to end like right now!"
"Alright, I know where the theater is and I’ll meet you there, but you had better bring something that will clear Carol. I don't need to see you if all you're going to do is push me around and dunk my head in the toilet."
"Okay, fine!" Amber agreed. She was at her wits end and would agree to just about anything at this point. "I have something I can bring you. It’ll clear your friend for sure."
"Ok, great, see you in say... 25 minutes?"
"Make it 15"
"Okay, 15 minutes it is, bye" Jane hung up sounding far too happy and cheerful for Amber's taste. She would pay for that Amber vowed, but first she had to end her own torment. To do this however she needed first to get something.
Sunday, December 28, 2014
Story: Northridge High School Feud (part 4)
Northridge High School Feud (part 4)
By Tcheser
Stuck in school Amber blissfully continued through her classes feeling as high as a kite after what she had done to Jane. Repeatedly she had to be told to pay attention by her teachers, but that was nothing new. Seldom had she received so many admiring looks from boys, girls and even faculty though when she walked down the hall. Particularly after lunch everyone seemed to find the Amber Lane package irresistible it seemed. When she spilled the contents of her lunch tray on some dorky freshmen he couldn’t even find the words. He just stared slack jawed at her as her uneaten pasta and lime Jello desert slid down his shirt onto his shoes.
She feared for a moment that she was the last to hear that Jane had told the principal that it was she who had given her a swirlie and pushed her naked into the quad, but that quickly turned out not to be the case. Checking around she found that no one other then her friends Tammy and Kelly knew of her involvement. Quite relieved Amber strut her stuff with even more flair then usual. Her head held high, her chest stuck out and her tight molded on looking slacks showing all her curves.
Almost in response to how well the earlier part of the day had gone things started to take an ugly turn just as sixth period came around. Sixth period Amber and her friends always had European history. It certainly wasn’t one of their favorite classes but it wasn’t that bad. Most of the time the teacher, Ms. Finch, just lectured on and on about long dead French or English kings and they could sit back and pass notes or file their nails. When Amber walked into the class this Friday however she suddenly developed a particular dread for the class. With all the excitement over the last couple of days she had forgotten they had a big assignment due today. An oral presentation in front of the teacher and whole class no less.
They had chosen topics out of hat a couple of weeks prior and Amber’s presentation was supposed to be on the effects of the Dark Age on art and literature. She had only done a couple afternoons worth of research on it so far and had yet to write anything substantial. She had formulated a few thoughts and a thesis, but hadn’t actually done the writing yet. She had been intending to do that the day before but what with suddenly losing her breasts it had slipped her mind. She still couldn’t believe she had let it happen though. This presentation was one quarter of their grade. She was normally so much more with it. Amber didn’t know what was wrong with her. She felt lightheaded.
“Are you okay, amber?” Tammy asked. She sounded genuinely concerned and Kelly looked equally worried. Worse they kept looking her up and down as though they couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
By Tcheser
Stuck in school Amber blissfully continued through her classes feeling as high as a kite after what she had done to Jane. Repeatedly she had to be told to pay attention by her teachers, but that was nothing new. Seldom had she received so many admiring looks from boys, girls and even faculty though when she walked down the hall. Particularly after lunch everyone seemed to find the Amber Lane package irresistible it seemed. When she spilled the contents of her lunch tray on some dorky freshmen he couldn’t even find the words. He just stared slack jawed at her as her uneaten pasta and lime Jello desert slid down his shirt onto his shoes.
She feared for a moment that she was the last to hear that Jane had told the principal that it was she who had given her a swirlie and pushed her naked into the quad, but that quickly turned out not to be the case. Checking around she found that no one other then her friends Tammy and Kelly knew of her involvement. Quite relieved Amber strut her stuff with even more flair then usual. Her head held high, her chest stuck out and her tight molded on looking slacks showing all her curves.
Almost in response to how well the earlier part of the day had gone things started to take an ugly turn just as sixth period came around. Sixth period Amber and her friends always had European history. It certainly wasn’t one of their favorite classes but it wasn’t that bad. Most of the time the teacher, Ms. Finch, just lectured on and on about long dead French or English kings and they could sit back and pass notes or file their nails. When Amber walked into the class this Friday however she suddenly developed a particular dread for the class. With all the excitement over the last couple of days she had forgotten they had a big assignment due today. An oral presentation in front of the teacher and whole class no less.
They had chosen topics out of hat a couple of weeks prior and Amber’s presentation was supposed to be on the effects of the Dark Age on art and literature. She had only done a couple afternoons worth of research on it so far and had yet to write anything substantial. She had formulated a few thoughts and a thesis, but hadn’t actually done the writing yet. She had been intending to do that the day before but what with suddenly losing her breasts it had slipped her mind. She still couldn’t believe she had let it happen though. This presentation was one quarter of their grade. She was normally so much more with it. Amber didn’t know what was wrong with her. She felt lightheaded.
“Are you okay, amber?” Tammy asked. She sounded genuinely concerned and Kelly looked equally worried. Worse they kept looking her up and down as though they couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Story: Northridge High School Feud (part 2)
Northridge High School Feud (part 2)
By Tcheser
The next day Amber ran into Jane again in the parking lot. Jane came up and stopped her despite Amber’s attempts to evade her.
“Avoiding the sun recently, Amber” Jane asked caustically. Amber wasn’t dressed as skimpily as the day before. She now wore a blouse with long sleeves, tight slacks and boots.
“Hardy fucking har, Joan” Amber replied and tried to head on but was cut off.
“I know it’s funny ‘cause I did it Amber, and my name is Jane” the smaller girl informed Amber “Now if you don’t want it to get any worse you better confess.”
“Bite me, you twerp” Amber said harshly as she pushed Jane away from her quite roughly. Jane lost her balance and ended up falling to the ground and partially in a puddle. She wasn’t too messed up luckily but a number of people saw the incident and had a good laugh. This included Amber as she walked to class. Jane just shook her head and got up.
“You have this soooooo coming, Amber. I’m glad I’m not in your shoes” Jane remarked to herself as she flipped though her spell book once again, this time holding Ambers hairbrush which she had just swiped from her handbag.
By Tcheser
The next day Amber ran into Jane again in the parking lot. Jane came up and stopped her despite Amber’s attempts to evade her.
“Avoiding the sun recently, Amber” Jane asked caustically. Amber wasn’t dressed as skimpily as the day before. She now wore a blouse with long sleeves, tight slacks and boots.
“Hardy fucking har, Joan” Amber replied and tried to head on but was cut off.
“I know it’s funny ‘cause I did it Amber, and my name is Jane” the smaller girl informed Amber “Now if you don’t want it to get any worse you better confess.”
“Bite me, you twerp” Amber said harshly as she pushed Jane away from her quite roughly. Jane lost her balance and ended up falling to the ground and partially in a puddle. She wasn’t too messed up luckily but a number of people saw the incident and had a good laugh. This included Amber as she walked to class. Jane just shook her head and got up.
“You have this soooooo coming, Amber. I’m glad I’m not in your shoes” Jane remarked to herself as she flipped though her spell book once again, this time holding Ambers hairbrush which she had just swiped from her handbag.
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Story: Northridge High School Feud (part 1)
Northridge High School Feud (part 1)
By Tcheser
There were two separate but distinct factions at Northridge High School. There were those who were popular and those who were not. There were of course many other distinctions and classifications, cliques and groups, but in the end everyone could be broken down as to belonging to either the popular group or not. The Popular ran the school. They were the beautiful people of Northridge. They were the jocks, the hot chicks and the rich kids predominantly. Nothing was done or happened with out their permission. That permission was also only given if you were one of them or did what they said to get on their good side. It was good, very good, to be one of the popular kids.
It was of course less desirable to be one of the unpopular kids. This faction was made up of everyone not of the first group. The wallflowers, the shrinking violets, the nerds, the geeks, the spazzs, the welfare cases, the burnouts, the junkies, the artists, the intellectuals, the beatniks, the individualists and everyone else who wasn’t of the social elite that ran the school. Sure they were of greater number but their level of organization and social structure was nowhere as developed as that of the minority that ran things. All they hoped to do was to make it through high school and not get picked on or humiliated too often. That was the state of affairs for everyone at Northridge high.
That is until March of the most recent school year. That was when things changed dramatically for three students at Northridge high. The first two were known as Carol Jervis and Jane Jones. Both were average students in the 11th grade currently. Carol was into science and particularly astronomy while Jane was into history, art, the school paper and mysticism. They were what one would call un-noteworthy or plain if one were rude. Carol had lank red hair and bad acne and Jane had short frizzy dishwater brown hair and thick glasses. Neither had what one would call a well developed body and they frequently were teased by the other girls because of this. Obviously they were not of the popular faction.
Amber Lane however was. She was head cheerleader, Vice President of the Celebratory committee, and Snow Princess three years running. She was an honor roll student although she never did any homework. She drove a new fire red Mazda Miata convertible and dated Brad Wells the school baseball team’s star pitcher. And as if that were not enough she was also very attractive. She had a killer body, beautiful skin and curves in all the right places, long thick naturally blonde hair, and a face she had been offered modeling gigs for. Obviously she was of the popular faction and universally despised by those beneath her. Her attitude was on par with her inflated ego and sense of self worth. She treated everyone not of her social standing like dirt beneath her feet. Most of them wished she would get hers one day, but no one really thought she ever would. She was seemingly untouchable.
That is until the day after one of the biggest football games of the year. On this day the 11th grade trigonometry teacher, Mr. Willis, found his car. It had been missing for several days and was finally found at the bottom of a ravine obscured by brush and trees. Investigators determined that someone had rammed his car, most likely intentionally and pushed it out of the parking lot and down into the deep ravine. The culprit they further determined had been driving a red car indicated by the red paint left on Mr. Willis’s car and would have damage to the front bumper and possibly fenders. Reviewing logs of who was at the school at the time the car disappeared which was after school the police came up with a list of suspects. Many were quickly tossed out as not having cars or having cars that weren’t red. The remaining received special visits in which their cars were inspected. Among them was Carol Jervis. Despite not being particularly wealthy or even middle class she had managed to afford an old beat up Chrysler. It wasn’t much but her uncle who was a whiz with motors had managed to bring it back to life for her. It they found was the right color and had damage to the front end.
To Carol’s horror and that of her family and her best friend Jane the police then proceeded to charge her with reckless destruction of private property and malicious mayhem. The motive they decided was either drugs or wanton cruelty. Her parents were able to scrape together enough money for a lawyer and Carol was released from custody after just a day, but she was suspended from school until she issued an apology to Mr. Willis AND paid for the damages to his car. The first she refused to do on principal, the second she couldn’t afford to do. She already worked part time at a nearby diner to help the family and even full time the damage came to more then she would make by the end of the year. She was crushed as this would just about destroy her academic record and any chance of a scholarship to college which was the only way she was going to get to go.
Jane did her best to comfort her friend, but it was difficult. Carol maintained that she was innocent and that only made things harder for her. Resolute in her quest to help her best friend Jane launched her own investigation. She found out little at first, but then she recalled a marker she could call in. So she made contact with the young detective in the local police force she had met while working on the paper last year. He had liked the young girl and really respected her integrity when they first met and they had been exchanging friendly emails ever since. He agreed at once to find out what he could and she was glad he did.
He found out after a little nosing around and calling in a favor of his own that there had been another prime suspect in the case, one with a better motive, better means and unfortunately better connections. The police had been none too subtly told to look elsewhere when pressure from the suspect’s father was applied. Jane nearly turned beat red with anger when she learned who the culprit most likely was. It was none other then Amber Lane. Immediately Jane embarked on a plan to clear her friends name and make Amber wish she was never born.
When Amber saw Jane walking towards her the next Monday before school she had no idea what the little “nobody” could want. She sized up the girls somewhat Goth black skirt, tights and ankh with her incongruous purple cardigan and couldn’t help but smirk. Jane on the other hand had to try hard to not attack the perky little perfect princess in her sexy belly baring top which stretched lovingly against her healthy breasts, pink trimmed white track pants and fashionable sneakers. She had to know if Amber was guilty before she did anything.
By Tcheser
There were two separate but distinct factions at Northridge High School. There were those who were popular and those who were not. There were of course many other distinctions and classifications, cliques and groups, but in the end everyone could be broken down as to belonging to either the popular group or not. The Popular ran the school. They were the beautiful people of Northridge. They were the jocks, the hot chicks and the rich kids predominantly. Nothing was done or happened with out their permission. That permission was also only given if you were one of them or did what they said to get on their good side. It was good, very good, to be one of the popular kids.
It was of course less desirable to be one of the unpopular kids. This faction was made up of everyone not of the first group. The wallflowers, the shrinking violets, the nerds, the geeks, the spazzs, the welfare cases, the burnouts, the junkies, the artists, the intellectuals, the beatniks, the individualists and everyone else who wasn’t of the social elite that ran the school. Sure they were of greater number but their level of organization and social structure was nowhere as developed as that of the minority that ran things. All they hoped to do was to make it through high school and not get picked on or humiliated too often. That was the state of affairs for everyone at Northridge high.
That is until March of the most recent school year. That was when things changed dramatically for three students at Northridge high. The first two were known as Carol Jervis and Jane Jones. Both were average students in the 11th grade currently. Carol was into science and particularly astronomy while Jane was into history, art, the school paper and mysticism. They were what one would call un-noteworthy or plain if one were rude. Carol had lank red hair and bad acne and Jane had short frizzy dishwater brown hair and thick glasses. Neither had what one would call a well developed body and they frequently were teased by the other girls because of this. Obviously they were not of the popular faction.
Amber Lane however was. She was head cheerleader, Vice President of the Celebratory committee, and Snow Princess three years running. She was an honor roll student although she never did any homework. She drove a new fire red Mazda Miata convertible and dated Brad Wells the school baseball team’s star pitcher. And as if that were not enough she was also very attractive. She had a killer body, beautiful skin and curves in all the right places, long thick naturally blonde hair, and a face she had been offered modeling gigs for. Obviously she was of the popular faction and universally despised by those beneath her. Her attitude was on par with her inflated ego and sense of self worth. She treated everyone not of her social standing like dirt beneath her feet. Most of them wished she would get hers one day, but no one really thought she ever would. She was seemingly untouchable.
That is until the day after one of the biggest football games of the year. On this day the 11th grade trigonometry teacher, Mr. Willis, found his car. It had been missing for several days and was finally found at the bottom of a ravine obscured by brush and trees. Investigators determined that someone had rammed his car, most likely intentionally and pushed it out of the parking lot and down into the deep ravine. The culprit they further determined had been driving a red car indicated by the red paint left on Mr. Willis’s car and would have damage to the front bumper and possibly fenders. Reviewing logs of who was at the school at the time the car disappeared which was after school the police came up with a list of suspects. Many were quickly tossed out as not having cars or having cars that weren’t red. The remaining received special visits in which their cars were inspected. Among them was Carol Jervis. Despite not being particularly wealthy or even middle class she had managed to afford an old beat up Chrysler. It wasn’t much but her uncle who was a whiz with motors had managed to bring it back to life for her. It they found was the right color and had damage to the front end.
To Carol’s horror and that of her family and her best friend Jane the police then proceeded to charge her with reckless destruction of private property and malicious mayhem. The motive they decided was either drugs or wanton cruelty. Her parents were able to scrape together enough money for a lawyer and Carol was released from custody after just a day, but she was suspended from school until she issued an apology to Mr. Willis AND paid for the damages to his car. The first she refused to do on principal, the second she couldn’t afford to do. She already worked part time at a nearby diner to help the family and even full time the damage came to more then she would make by the end of the year. She was crushed as this would just about destroy her academic record and any chance of a scholarship to college which was the only way she was going to get to go.
Jane did her best to comfort her friend, but it was difficult. Carol maintained that she was innocent and that only made things harder for her. Resolute in her quest to help her best friend Jane launched her own investigation. She found out little at first, but then she recalled a marker she could call in. So she made contact with the young detective in the local police force she had met while working on the paper last year. He had liked the young girl and really respected her integrity when they first met and they had been exchanging friendly emails ever since. He agreed at once to find out what he could and she was glad he did.
He found out after a little nosing around and calling in a favor of his own that there had been another prime suspect in the case, one with a better motive, better means and unfortunately better connections. The police had been none too subtly told to look elsewhere when pressure from the suspect’s father was applied. Jane nearly turned beat red with anger when she learned who the culprit most likely was. It was none other then Amber Lane. Immediately Jane embarked on a plan to clear her friends name and make Amber wish she was never born.
When Amber saw Jane walking towards her the next Monday before school she had no idea what the little “nobody” could want. She sized up the girls somewhat Goth black skirt, tights and ankh with her incongruous purple cardigan and couldn’t help but smirk. Jane on the other hand had to try hard to not attack the perky little perfect princess in her sexy belly baring top which stretched lovingly against her healthy breasts, pink trimmed white track pants and fashionable sneakers. She had to know if Amber was guilty before she did anything.
Monday, June 23, 2014
Story: Adopting Trouble
ADOPTING TROUBLE
By Tcheser
An Atlanta court late last August confirmed a ruling that allowed wannabe business tycoon John Grant to adopt his girlfriend Tiffany Harris who is currently 19 years of age. As a result of all this Tiffany has been recognized as another one of Grant's "children" under the trust fund that had been set up by he and his former wife Carroll Grant for their biological children in 2007.
According to court documents, John Grant and Tiffany entered an adoption agreement contract that paid her $4 million immediately at the signing of agreement, another $3 million by the end of 2014, and lifetime payments valued at an estimated $11.75 million, a total of $16.75 million over time.
Georgia's Third District Court of Appeals Senior Judge Alan R. Smith wrote that the adoption of a "paramour" or lover was "so contrary to the beneficent purposes of such an action as to be repugnant" but then ruled that it was technically not against the law and therefore could only uphold the ruling of the lower court that allowed the adoption.
Carol Grant, John Grant's exwife and the mother of their two children, filed the appeal, according to court records. Attorneys for Grant commented that she opposed the adoption as it was simply a vile, underhanded and contemptible attempt by her morally deficient former husband to secure part of his fortune from her while they were negotiating a divorce settlement.
By Tcheser
An Atlanta court late last August confirmed a ruling that allowed wannabe business tycoon John Grant to adopt his girlfriend Tiffany Harris who is currently 19 years of age. As a result of all this Tiffany has been recognized as another one of Grant's "children" under the trust fund that had been set up by he and his former wife Carroll Grant for their biological children in 2007.
According to court documents, John Grant and Tiffany entered an adoption agreement contract that paid her $4 million immediately at the signing of agreement, another $3 million by the end of 2014, and lifetime payments valued at an estimated $11.75 million, a total of $16.75 million over time.
Georgia's Third District Court of Appeals Senior Judge Alan R. Smith wrote that the adoption of a "paramour" or lover was "so contrary to the beneficent purposes of such an action as to be repugnant" but then ruled that it was technically not against the law and therefore could only uphold the ruling of the lower court that allowed the adoption.
Carol Grant, John Grant's exwife and the mother of their two children, filed the appeal, according to court records. Attorneys for Grant commented that she opposed the adoption as it was simply a vile, underhanded and contemptible attempt by her morally deficient former husband to secure part of his fortune from her while they were negotiating a divorce settlement.
Monday, December 2, 2013
Story: Perfection
PERFECTION
By Tcheser
Marcy was beautiful. Everyone always told her so. A beautiful face, gorgeous shimmering blonde hair she wore long and loose, a perfect figure with gravity defying breasts and long sexy legs. She felt she wasn’t however… perfect. Ever since she reached puberty she had been cursed with troublesome skin. Not acne really, but she had more than her fair share of breakouts she thought. She had tried all the over the counter creams and ointments, seen a dermatologists and even tried a number of special skin care products out of magazines and off Television. None had worked to her satisfaction though and this annoyed her to no end.
Having tried everything else only one possible solution remained. There was a special clinic near Marcy that was doing testing on a new drug that was supposed to clear up problematic skin like her own. This would be a rather drastic move, but her senior year of high school was approaching and she wanted it to be perfect. So she decided to go for it. Daddy would pay whatever they wanted after all and nothing she thought could be any worse than another year with a less than flawless complexion
When she arrived at the clinic she was quickly seen by one of the scientists there. His name was Dr. Hyde, which Marcy thought was too funny. He instantly recognized her skin problems and sympathized. He however told her she had a rather mild case and perhaps the treatments they offered at the clinic weren’t for her. There could be side effects after all and when one had such a mild condition, such as Marcy had, it was sometimes best to just leave it alone.
By Tcheser
Marcy was beautiful. Everyone always told her so. A beautiful face, gorgeous shimmering blonde hair she wore long and loose, a perfect figure with gravity defying breasts and long sexy legs. She felt she wasn’t however… perfect. Ever since she reached puberty she had been cursed with troublesome skin. Not acne really, but she had more than her fair share of breakouts she thought. She had tried all the over the counter creams and ointments, seen a dermatologists and even tried a number of special skin care products out of magazines and off Television. None had worked to her satisfaction though and this annoyed her to no end.
Having tried everything else only one possible solution remained. There was a special clinic near Marcy that was doing testing on a new drug that was supposed to clear up problematic skin like her own. This would be a rather drastic move, but her senior year of high school was approaching and she wanted it to be perfect. So she decided to go for it. Daddy would pay whatever they wanted after all and nothing she thought could be any worse than another year with a less than flawless complexion
When she arrived at the clinic she was quickly seen by one of the scientists there. His name was Dr. Hyde, which Marcy thought was too funny. He instantly recognized her skin problems and sympathized. He however told her she had a rather mild case and perhaps the treatments they offered at the clinic weren’t for her. There could be side effects after all and when one had such a mild condition, such as Marcy had, it was sometimes best to just leave it alone.
Monday, September 9, 2013
Friday, August 30, 2013
Story: A Mischievious Education (Part 3)
Seventh period the next day found Luke in his classroom before the students. This allowed him to set up his materials and start class as soon as the students arrived. He was glad he had too as it allowed him to watch his much changed class arrive. All the girls had taken his advice to heart as he knew they would. As they streamed in he noted there were no longer any torn stained jeans, spikes and leather, fishnets or camouflage. Pressed blouses, modest skirts or slacks, nice sweaters and nice shoes were now predominant. Hair was now natural color and nicely arranged and brushed. Makeup was tasteful and jewelry was kept to a minimum. He hardly even recognized the Goth Terri without her leather bustier, torn fishnet stockings and pale face makeup. Her hair as well turned out to not be naturally jet black but rather a nice honey blonde.
The boys still looked about the same. They weren't sure what was going on but they suddenly felt underdressed. Luke had a strong suspicion that tomorrow they would be better dressed.
“You look very lovely today, Terri” Luke complimented her as she laid her homework on his desk.
“Thanks, Mr. Landry” Terri said with a little blush. She Luke imagined would take some time to get used to the respectable looking skirt, sweater set, knee socks and loafers she wore.
Willow seemed to be adjusting well too. From what he had heard she attended all her classes so far that day and hadn't gotten any sort of trouble. She waved shyly to him as she entered the classroom. They had gone shopping early that morning. Luke let her buy five outfits of her own choosing and any other necessities she needed. He wasn’t surprised when the clothing she chose was quite feminine and modest. Today she wore a light red polo shirt with a nice khaki pleated skirt and matching flats. Only because he lived with her now he knew that under her skirt she wore cute white cotton panties covered in little yellow and pink kittens.
Luke was just about to begin teaching when the door flew open and in walked the principal. She was a real hard case. A large very plump woman with a sour disposition. She stomped in on her high heels and ushered two thugs Luke knew were in a gang and a girl that hung out with them.
The boys still looked about the same. They weren't sure what was going on but they suddenly felt underdressed. Luke had a strong suspicion that tomorrow they would be better dressed.
“You look very lovely today, Terri” Luke complimented her as she laid her homework on his desk.
“Thanks, Mr. Landry” Terri said with a little blush. She Luke imagined would take some time to get used to the respectable looking skirt, sweater set, knee socks and loafers she wore.
Willow seemed to be adjusting well too. From what he had heard she attended all her classes so far that day and hadn't gotten any sort of trouble. She waved shyly to him as she entered the classroom. They had gone shopping early that morning. Luke let her buy five outfits of her own choosing and any other necessities she needed. He wasn’t surprised when the clothing she chose was quite feminine and modest. Today she wore a light red polo shirt with a nice khaki pleated skirt and matching flats. Only because he lived with her now he knew that under her skirt she wore cute white cotton panties covered in little yellow and pink kittens.
Luke was just about to begin teaching when the door flew open and in walked the principal. She was a real hard case. A large very plump woman with a sour disposition. She stomped in on her high heels and ushered two thugs Luke knew were in a gang and a girl that hung out with them.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Story: A Mischievous Education (Part 2)
A Mischievous Education
Part 2
by Tcheser
The next day at seventh period Luke entered his class to again find Carrie sitting at his desk. This time she was going through the drawers clearly looking for something to steal. Luke would have to do something about that, but first he had other matters to attend to.
“Please take your seat, Carrie” Luke ordered the truculent girl who grudgingly did so. She didn’t wish to have her ear pulled again it appeared. Luke then set his things down on his desk and picked up the chalk. There were mandatory exams coming up and he needed to make sure his students were prepared. So he began writing down an outline on the chalkboard of what they had studied this semester and what was likely to be on the test.
The students hated tests and exams and started booing as soon as he wrote down exam on the board. One of them even threw a book at Luke. It hit him in the back near his shoulder blade. It stung and surprised Luke but didn’t really hurt him. He turned around and all but one person quieted down immediately. It was Billy. He couldn’t help but laugh at what he had just done and the look on Luke’s face. Luke knew Billy and knew Billy’s kind. He was a football player and a bully. He beat up weaker kids, stole their money, pants them and tossed them in the girl’s locker room. He especially seemed to like to torment the girls, he flipped up their skirts, chased them, and snapped their bras. He found it amusing to use his physical gifts to harm and humiliate other people.
Luke however wasn’t impressed. “Turn to page 212 in your text and read silently.” He told the class which hurried to do precisely that. Billy naturally couldn’t do as he was told though as his book was lying on the floor at Luke’s feet. He just sat there smugly and shrugged his shoulders. “Please come get your text book, Billy” Luke said as he picked it up and held it out.
The next day at seventh period Luke entered his class to again find Carrie sitting at his desk. This time she was going through the drawers clearly looking for something to steal. Luke would have to do something about that, but first he had other matters to attend to.
“Please take your seat, Carrie” Luke ordered the truculent girl who grudgingly did so. She didn’t wish to have her ear pulled again it appeared. Luke then set his things down on his desk and picked up the chalk. There were mandatory exams coming up and he needed to make sure his students were prepared. So he began writing down an outline on the chalkboard of what they had studied this semester and what was likely to be on the test.
The students hated tests and exams and started booing as soon as he wrote down exam on the board. One of them even threw a book at Luke. It hit him in the back near his shoulder blade. It stung and surprised Luke but didn’t really hurt him. He turned around and all but one person quieted down immediately. It was Billy. He couldn’t help but laugh at what he had just done and the look on Luke’s face. Luke knew Billy and knew Billy’s kind. He was a football player and a bully. He beat up weaker kids, stole their money, pants them and tossed them in the girl’s locker room. He especially seemed to like to torment the girls, he flipped up their skirts, chased them, and snapped their bras. He found it amusing to use his physical gifts to harm and humiliate other people.
Luke however wasn’t impressed. “Turn to page 212 in your text and read silently.” He told the class which hurried to do precisely that. Billy naturally couldn’t do as he was told though as his book was lying on the floor at Luke’s feet. He just sat there smugly and shrugged his shoulders. “Please come get your text book, Billy” Luke said as he picked it up and held it out.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Story: A Mischievous Education (Part 1)
A MISCHIEVOUS EDUCATION
Part 1
By Tcheser
Luke Landry taught 7th period European History to a group of misfits and malcontents who attended the local high school. Early on he realized they were never despite his best attempts going to learn any of what he taught. He knew it, the school board knew it and the students knew it. Usually he just put on his tie, strode in and did his best even in the face of their worst behavior and shiftlessness. Today however was different. For today Luke was going to use more then his keen intellect and sharp wit to mold his students into productive members of society.
Today he was going to use his rather godlike powers on them. Powers of the kind that could alter reality on even its most fundamental levels. He hardly ever used these powers anymore. Not since before he had left his homeland, moved to this Chicago suburb and changed his name from Loki Laufeyjarson to Luke Landry. But his students were really getting to annoy him and it was clear something drastic had to be done even if he was a little out of practice with his powers.
What he came up with went a little like this.
As always when he entered the class his students were chaotic. The punk guys Jeff, Jerry and Tom were throwing wads of paper at each other. The jocks Billy and Freddie were in the back talking about their most recent pranks. The cheerleaders, Tiffany and Claire sat in front of them going over cheers. The punk girls, Liz and Fae were smoking and laughing at the boys. The Goth Rick and his girlfriend Terri were carving their names in their desks with switchblades. Yvonne the school slut was as always touching up her makeup. The stoners Crystal, Lars, Benny and Paula were talking loudly and laughing about something idiotic. And last but not least Carrie, a white trash girl who had been held back several times was sitting at Luke’s desk filing her nails. She had her feet up on his desk. Her dirty sketchers in his out box.
Luke smiled, put his briefcase down and shoved Carrie’s feet off his desk. Startled she nearly fell out of the chair she sat in.
“Hey, what the fuck, Mr. Luke?” she cried.
By Tcheser
Luke Landry taught 7th period European History to a group of misfits and malcontents who attended the local high school. Early on he realized they were never despite his best attempts going to learn any of what he taught. He knew it, the school board knew it and the students knew it. Usually he just put on his tie, strode in and did his best even in the face of their worst behavior and shiftlessness. Today however was different. For today Luke was going to use more then his keen intellect and sharp wit to mold his students into productive members of society.
Today he was going to use his rather godlike powers on them. Powers of the kind that could alter reality on even its most fundamental levels. He hardly ever used these powers anymore. Not since before he had left his homeland, moved to this Chicago suburb and changed his name from Loki Laufeyjarson to Luke Landry. But his students were really getting to annoy him and it was clear something drastic had to be done even if he was a little out of practice with his powers.
What he came up with went a little like this.
As always when he entered the class his students were chaotic. The punk guys Jeff, Jerry and Tom were throwing wads of paper at each other. The jocks Billy and Freddie were in the back talking about their most recent pranks. The cheerleaders, Tiffany and Claire sat in front of them going over cheers. The punk girls, Liz and Fae were smoking and laughing at the boys. The Goth Rick and his girlfriend Terri were carving their names in their desks with switchblades. Yvonne the school slut was as always touching up her makeup. The stoners Crystal, Lars, Benny and Paula were talking loudly and laughing about something idiotic. And last but not least Carrie, a white trash girl who had been held back several times was sitting at Luke’s desk filing her nails. She had her feet up on his desk. Her dirty sketchers in his out box.
Luke smiled, put his briefcase down and shoved Carrie’s feet off his desk. Startled she nearly fell out of the chair she sat in.
“Hey, what the fuck, Mr. Luke?” she cried.
Monday, August 12, 2013
Story: You're Not Me!
YOU'RE NOT ME!
By Tcheser
Upon waking Sharon's very first question was "Where the heck am I?" as the small darkened space she was laying in didn't seem like it could possibly belong anywhere in her neatly ordered little world. Her second was "Ow, my head hurts!" which was odd as she didn't recall hitting her head. Putting that aside for a moment and rolling over, she got to her knees and felt around with her hands for a way out of the darkness. She felt nothing but a smooth wall at first, but eventually found a doorframe and then a doorknob. However when she opened the door she found to her great surprise that she was after all still in her cottage, in the little room just off the study to be precise, and had in fact just been in the closet she used to store boxes of old books.
Sharon was looking around and trying to remember how she had come to be in the closet, the last thing she could remember was opening the back door to some knocking, when she came to the even more startling realization that she was completely and totally naked. Suddenly feeling very exposed she covered herself with her hands. Looking around for something to wear she scampered into the study. There she found not the cozy sweater she was looking for though, but a young woman she didn't know, calmly chatting on the phone with someone and laughing.
"What is going on here? Who the hell are you?" Sharon screamed more from surprise than anger.
"You don't know? Wow, you must have hit your head harder than I thought," the woman replied putting her phone call on hold. The look on her face was one of both bemusement and feigned concern. She seemed oddly familiar, but Sharon couldn't quite place her. She did however know where the woman had gotten the beautiful blue silk dress she wore from. It was from Sharon's own closet. This intruder was wearing her clothes!
By Tcheser
Upon waking Sharon's very first question was "Where the heck am I?" as the small darkened space she was laying in didn't seem like it could possibly belong anywhere in her neatly ordered little world. Her second was "Ow, my head hurts!" which was odd as she didn't recall hitting her head. Putting that aside for a moment and rolling over, she got to her knees and felt around with her hands for a way out of the darkness. She felt nothing but a smooth wall at first, but eventually found a doorframe and then a doorknob. However when she opened the door she found to her great surprise that she was after all still in her cottage, in the little room just off the study to be precise, and had in fact just been in the closet she used to store boxes of old books.
Sharon was looking around and trying to remember how she had come to be in the closet, the last thing she could remember was opening the back door to some knocking, when she came to the even more startling realization that she was completely and totally naked. Suddenly feeling very exposed she covered herself with her hands. Looking around for something to wear she scampered into the study. There she found not the cozy sweater she was looking for though, but a young woman she didn't know, calmly chatting on the phone with someone and laughing.
"What is going on here? Who the hell are you?" Sharon screamed more from surprise than anger.
"You don't know? Wow, you must have hit your head harder than I thought," the woman replied putting her phone call on hold. The look on her face was one of both bemusement and feigned concern. She seemed oddly familiar, but Sharon couldn't quite place her. She did however know where the woman had gotten the beautiful blue silk dress she wore from. It was from Sharon's own closet. This intruder was wearing her clothes!
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Story: Vacation
VACATION
by Tcheser
It began as a lovely summer day in the south of France for vacationing Marie Dumont. She rose early, as she always loved to have breakfast on her veranda overlooking the river and smell the fresh cool morning air. Afterward she decided on a swim in the river. She was an avid swimmer and that was one of the big reasons she had rented the summer cottage. It had few other amenities. It wasn't near town, it wasn't particularly luxurious and it ran off a somewhat temperamental well. It was remote though, and this allowed her to swim in the nude, a pastime most people only do when necessary, or drunk or in love. Marie however loved the freedom of it. She loved being almost one with the water as nothing separated her from it.
So gathering up her sun chair, a book and a little lunch she made her way to the shore. It wasn't far, but there was high grass all the way up to the shore almost and one had to weave through a path made by the cottage owner to reach it. Still, it was a small price to pay for near unlimited skinny-dipping, she thought as she crunched along the shell-lined path in her kicky summer sandals.
Finally reaching the dock she always made camp at, she stretched in the still, sweet, late-morning air. Then she set up her chair. She put her book and lunch next to them and prepared for her swim. Cautiously she looked about to make sure no one was around. She always did this on the off chance there was a fisherman or duck hunter. Seeing no one as usual she pulled her long sundress off, folded it carefully on a pylon and then stripped her nylon panties down her legs and added them to the pile. Nude, she approached the end of the dock. She took a couple of calming breaths and then did a very elegant dive into the cool waters.
The water was, as always, divine. She splashed around a bit before beginning her laps to the far bank. She had made forty the other day and thought she could beat that total. Soon she was back-stroking her way to and fro, blissfully unaware of anything but the water.
Around her twentieth lap she was returning to the dock doing the crawl. Coming up for breath at one moment she thought she saw someone on the dock. Startled she stopped and looked up. When she did though she saw no one there. Looking around she saw that she still appeared to be as alone as when she began her swim. She decided she must be seeing things and went back to swimming. It was strange though. For a second she could have sworn she saw a schoolgirl standing on the dock watching her.
by Tcheser
It began as a lovely summer day in the south of France for vacationing Marie Dumont. She rose early, as she always loved to have breakfast on her veranda overlooking the river and smell the fresh cool morning air. Afterward she decided on a swim in the river. She was an avid swimmer and that was one of the big reasons she had rented the summer cottage. It had few other amenities. It wasn't near town, it wasn't particularly luxurious and it ran off a somewhat temperamental well. It was remote though, and this allowed her to swim in the nude, a pastime most people only do when necessary, or drunk or in love. Marie however loved the freedom of it. She loved being almost one with the water as nothing separated her from it.
So gathering up her sun chair, a book and a little lunch she made her way to the shore. It wasn't far, but there was high grass all the way up to the shore almost and one had to weave through a path made by the cottage owner to reach it. Still, it was a small price to pay for near unlimited skinny-dipping, she thought as she crunched along the shell-lined path in her kicky summer sandals.
Finally reaching the dock she always made camp at, she stretched in the still, sweet, late-morning air. Then she set up her chair. She put her book and lunch next to them and prepared for her swim. Cautiously she looked about to make sure no one was around. She always did this on the off chance there was a fisherman or duck hunter. Seeing no one as usual she pulled her long sundress off, folded it carefully on a pylon and then stripped her nylon panties down her legs and added them to the pile. Nude, she approached the end of the dock. She took a couple of calming breaths and then did a very elegant dive into the cool waters.
The water was, as always, divine. She splashed around a bit before beginning her laps to the far bank. She had made forty the other day and thought she could beat that total. Soon she was back-stroking her way to and fro, blissfully unaware of anything but the water.
Around her twentieth lap she was returning to the dock doing the crawl. Coming up for breath at one moment she thought she saw someone on the dock. Startled she stopped and looked up. When she did though she saw no one there. Looking around she saw that she still appeared to be as alone as when she began her swim. She decided she must be seeing things and went back to swimming. It was strange though. For a second she could have sworn she saw a schoolgirl standing on the dock watching her.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Story: Unwise
UNWISE
by Tcheser
"Okay," Rebecca Carlyle said to herself. "This is a bit ridiculous."
She looked at her reflection in the teachers' lounge restroom mirror.
"I agreed to wear a school girl type outfit so I wouldn't appear as quite a threat to my new students, but this isn't what I thought it would be."
Her lip curled in irritation as she looked herself up and down. She had planned to make a good impression on her first day teaching at the exclusive and very remote boarding school. Dressed as she was though she was far from impressive. From toe to crown she looked just like a schoolgirl of no more then fifteen. From the plaid hair band that matched the plaid jumper dress, and the short-sleeved starched white cotton blouse with its rounded collar and school tie, to her white cotton tights and saddle shoes she was almost totally indistinguishable from one of the students at the boarding school.
She was quite petite, never really needed a bra for her perky little A cups and had an extraordinarily youthful face considering she was 25. Her lips were thin, her cheeks rosy and to her chagrin she still had a sprinkling of delicate freckles across her nose and below her eyes. Normally she covered these with makeup, but Ms. Wallace, the fellow teacher who had talked her into wearing the uniform on her first day had also advised her not to wear makeup today. Rebecca didn't think any part of this plan to better relate to her students was very wise now. Cursing for letting Ms. Wallace talk her into this she left the restroom with the intention of telling Ms. Wallace that this wasn't working and changing back into the sharp pant suit and heels she had worn to the school this morning.
by Tcheser
"Okay," Rebecca Carlyle said to herself. "This is a bit ridiculous."
She looked at her reflection in the teachers' lounge restroom mirror.
"I agreed to wear a school girl type outfit so I wouldn't appear as quite a threat to my new students, but this isn't what I thought it would be."
Her lip curled in irritation as she looked herself up and down. She had planned to make a good impression on her first day teaching at the exclusive and very remote boarding school. Dressed as she was though she was far from impressive. From toe to crown she looked just like a schoolgirl of no more then fifteen. From the plaid hair band that matched the plaid jumper dress, and the short-sleeved starched white cotton blouse with its rounded collar and school tie, to her white cotton tights and saddle shoes she was almost totally indistinguishable from one of the students at the boarding school.
She was quite petite, never really needed a bra for her perky little A cups and had an extraordinarily youthful face considering she was 25. Her lips were thin, her cheeks rosy and to her chagrin she still had a sprinkling of delicate freckles across her nose and below her eyes. Normally she covered these with makeup, but Ms. Wallace, the fellow teacher who had talked her into wearing the uniform on her first day had also advised her not to wear makeup today. Rebecca didn't think any part of this plan to better relate to her students was very wise now. Cursing for letting Ms. Wallace talk her into this she left the restroom with the intention of telling Ms. Wallace that this wasn't working and changing back into the sharp pant suit and heels she had worn to the school this morning.
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Story: The Perfect School
THE PERFECT SCHOOL
by Tcheser
“I’m so glad that you have chosen to send your daughter to St. Crispin’s” the calculating headmistress Mrs. Ramsey said as she finalized the admission forms and readied them for her visitor Mrs. Angela Clark’s signature.
“Stepdaughter,” the beautiful Angela corrected the headmistress. She took a long sip of the sherry Mrs. Ramsey had offered her and brushed back a lock of her long wavy blonde hair.
“Yes, of course, that’s right. I recall now. You mentioned she was your husband’s daughter from his previous wife’s previous marriage”
“Yes, so she’s not related by blood to either of us. Rex took custody of her when her real mother died. And she’s quite a handful let me tell you, she’s eighteen but looks twenty one.”
“I would have to agree. From the photo you gave me I would have guessed she was much older if you hadn’t already told me her age.” Ramsey agreed as she looked again at the girl’s photo. “She must be difficult around the house.”
“You have no idea,” Angela tossed her hands up in frustration.
“Probably also a bit of a worry around your husband…” Ramsey probed gently.
“…Yes…” Angela replied after a moment’s thought.
“Strutting around, tempting him with her soft nubile body… talking back to you … making demands… ” Ramsey elaborated.
“…Yes… the oversexed little strumpet” Angela growled through clenched teeth as her hands curled into balls and went white. Then finishing her drink in one large gulp, she regained her composure and smiled unconvincingly “But I love the dickens out of her.”
“I bet you do,” Ramsey smiled back. “And I can assure you she will be well looked after at our boarding school. Year round if you would like, Mrs. Clark”
“Excellent, and please call me Angela” the younger woman beamed as she helped herself to another stiff drink.
“I’m so glad that you have chosen to send your daughter to St. Crispin’s” the calculating headmistress Mrs. Ramsey said as she finalized the admission forms and readied them for her visitor Mrs. Angela Clark’s signature.
“Stepdaughter,” the beautiful Angela corrected the headmistress. She took a long sip of the sherry Mrs. Ramsey had offered her and brushed back a lock of her long wavy blonde hair.
“Yes, of course, that’s right. I recall now. You mentioned she was your husband’s daughter from his previous wife’s previous marriage”
“Yes, so she’s not related by blood to either of us. Rex took custody of her when her real mother died. And she’s quite a handful let me tell you, she’s eighteen but looks twenty one.”
“I would have to agree. From the photo you gave me I would have guessed she was much older if you hadn’t already told me her age.” Ramsey agreed as she looked again at the girl’s photo. “She must be difficult around the house.”
“You have no idea,” Angela tossed her hands up in frustration.
“Probably also a bit of a worry around your husband…” Ramsey probed gently.
“…Yes…” Angela replied after a moment’s thought.
“Strutting around, tempting him with her soft nubile body… talking back to you … making demands… ” Ramsey elaborated.
“…Yes… the oversexed little strumpet” Angela growled through clenched teeth as her hands curled into balls and went white. Then finishing her drink in one large gulp, she regained her composure and smiled unconvincingly “But I love the dickens out of her.”
“I bet you do,” Ramsey smiled back. “And I can assure you she will be well looked after at our boarding school. Year round if you would like, Mrs. Clark”
“Excellent, and please call me Angela” the younger woman beamed as she helped herself to another stiff drink.
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Story: A Big Misunderstanding
A BIG MISUNDERSTANDING
by Tcheser
"So, what exactly are you trying to tell me?" the balding middle aged Headmaster of St. Christians asked the pretty young female student standing pigeon towed before his desk. She looked very contrite but according to his secretary she was a very naughty young freshman by the name of Suzie. She hesitated only a moment before answering.
"Please sir, you must believe me. This is all just a misunderstanding. A big misunderstanding," she pleaded. "I'm not really one of your students."
At this he looked dubious, but she continued nevertheless.
"I'm a grown woman. My name is really Jeanette Morgan. I'm a very successful lawyer. I have an office downtown overlooking the river. I just came here this morning to arrange schooling for my niece, Suzie Wilkins. She was sent to stay with me after her mother, my sister, had to go into rehab. She has always struggled with alcoholism you see and it has had a very negative effect on Suzie. She acts out, tells lies and is constantly getting in trouble. I thought maybe St. Christians could straighten her out."
"Very interesting, but if you're this Jeanette Morgan, where is the real Suzie?" the Headmaster asked as he watched her with amusement.
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