The intervening silence didn’t last long. It was Eric whose antsy curiosity got the better of him by asking “Well, can’t you at least tell me if we’re gonna have to stay long? I mean, can’t you just talk to Ms. Samson real quick like while I just sit and wait here in the car? I mean, I’d be O.K. with that. Really.”
“Really?” Janet said sarcastically. “It may be O.K. for you maybe but not for me so…no, you will not just sit and wait. You, Mr. Know it all, will get out of this car and walk straight up and right up to the front door; you will go inside and then greet everyone, unless they all meet us at the door, and I do mean everyone, after which, you will apologize to Timmy for being such a prick-tease. Then, I want you to kiss and make up. And Eric, you will kiss and make up.”
“No way! I ain’t gonna kiss him. You can’t be serious! No way! Mom, I know what that means and I’m not a tease; especially that kind. I mean kissing him? That’s really stupid and I won’t do it!. Look, like I said, I did look and got worked up over seeing him in panties but I never wanted him to get the wrong idea: especially about him and me. Kissing? Him? Gahh. I…”
“Nonsense! I’ve had reports from some of the other mother’s who’ve overheard your foul mouth and all but caught you in the act of comparing boners and afterwards, when you and your friends had cleared the room, of walking in and having the room smell like sperm and without exception the story is all but identical: they say you were the instigator.”
“Wait a sec! No one caught me or …”
“Eric, how stupid do you think I am?”
“I don’t know, how many guesses do I get or is that a trick question.”
“Well Mr. Wisenheimer I’ll answer the question for you. No guesses. You and some of your “special” friends have the same routine that I know all about: you go over to a house; of course you’re let in and then excuse yourselves and then disappear grinning into a bedroom. After which, according to my sources, you’re both stripped down and comparing yourselves while talking dirty and rubbing each other off. I’m told that for boys that that is quite normal: comparing then jerking off together. But with you it depends on whose house you’re in when it comes down to finishing off what you both started. You do know what I’m talking about don’t you? Oh, don’t bother to answer, that was what they call a rhetorical question. But for the record and before we get there, I do believe that the guest is permitted to put his underpants back on and then promptly sperms himself in them; after which he holds his underpants open and allows the host to drop his load right in on top of what is there; but takes care to cover the little bed snake he’s starring at with even more of the sticky goo. Right? Naturally, sometimes there are more than just two of you? Right? Well? Maybe, say, three or four or does say six ring a bell? Like the last two times, remember? But that could just be the start of it right? I mean, should I ask, just who came up with the name “Cute lips?” You wouldn’t know anything about that either would you?”
Janet was more than content to wait for his reply. Hearing none she stole a quick glance and was not in the least surprised to see what she knew as the flush red face of guilt. “How delicious” she mused silently. “It took months to make certain and I have Teresa to thank. I must remember to make a point of telling her how I appreciate her intervention in this matter; I mean, aside from her official contact with the parties involved and know how how to, within the law, record and verify bedroom activity, she supplied the hollow graphic-stick pin cameras; downloaded their contents and all events became matters of record buttressing the SAT’s you took. Cute lips indeed, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!”
With still no reply from Eric she allowed herself a further dalliance in reminiscing the first time that she had viewed each of the recordings concerning Eric. She had traveled the seven miles to Teresa’s mid-town office, was most cordially received and then escorted to Teresa’s office; where after some small talk coffee and pastries, Teresa dimmed her office lights while the first hollow graphic image materialized displaying the official seal of the Affective Youth Services. What followed was no less than ten separate and consecutively doc-umented fine quality hollow-graphic vignettes involving Eric. It was then and there that Teresa informed her that all matters viewed were now official concerns for the state and the reason for Eric’s mandatory re-testing as far as the lSAT’s were concerned.
Today, in front of Eric, Teresa would transmit the unedited copies of each tryst as a keepsake starting point for them both; the other parties having been allowed to keep their original as a doc-umentation of the events as each of the respective participants had also caught the interest(s) of AYS. Janet understood that each of the copies was guaranteed to make for some lively discussion each and every time viewed; especially when the recurrent question of “What were you doing in your room?” was casually dismissed as “Nothing, you know, just doing stuff” was raised. Janet had heard it often enough and now understood exactly what kind of stuff was going on behind closed doors. “So, do you have anything to say?” she coyly prodded and got no response.
Again she chided “Cat got your tongue? I was waiting for an answer. So, tell me right now is what I just said the truth? Well?” Again she mused at his discomfort and was about to rebuke him further but Eric’s muted “I guess so” kept her from any further disclosures of what she knew.
“You guess so? How many guesses do you need or is that a trick answer?”
“No, I mean, well, how’d you, but it wasn’t all me, honest! All the other guys went along with it and it was Trent who came up with the idea first. Honest.”
“Honest? I don’t think you know the meaning of the word and as for Trent; we aren’t about Trent. He’s the tall, thin boy, has brown hair, brown eyes and invariably wears the same shorts and dirty T-shirt? Yes I remember him. Always grinning while he stares at you?”
“Mom, no way, he doesn’t always stare at me, he…”
“Nonsense, I’ve seen him do it myself. But right now I am talking about you to you because if you even dare to step out of line just one time after we get there I honestly don’t know what I’ll do to you.” At this point I honestly don’t care whose idea it was to start with: you’re the one who kept egging each and every one of them on. So don’t give me that “honest it wasn’t my fault” excuse or surprised look on your face; because if you do it one more time I’ll wipe it right off of your face and I don’t care how I do it: that’s honest.
“Now, listen and listen good. When we get there and after you apologize, you will, kiss and make up; then without question, play with both Timmy and Stephanie any game they want or suggest and if either of them comes back to tell me that you will not play nice with them I will not take the time to wait until I get you home to give you the licking that you have coming but will be happy enough to pull your pants down right there in front of everyone, turn you over my knee and redden that butt of yours to cherry red.
“That said, remember I told you, Teresa alerted me to your test scores concerning the SAT you took last month: you do remember? Don’t you.”
“Yea, I remember but it was the dumbest thing we had to do. It didn’t have anything to do with what we were learning so I just had fun and deeked them out with the answers I gave back. Remember? I told you so when I got home that the test was just so much B. S.”
“Eric, do you have any idea of what kind of test that was?”
“Nnnno, except that like I said it was stupid.”
“Stupid enough to catch you.”
“Whad’ya mean by that?”
“Eric, the SAT you took was a supplemental. Ever since 2078, the government requires an additional test upon which lifestyles are both forecast and then encouraged. The law mandates compliance.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that by law an undisclosed predisposition must be addressed.”
“Uhhh yea, right.”
Janet couldn’t help but laugh and chortled out “You haven’t a clue about the supplemental or the answers that you gave? Eric, what do you think SAT stands for?”
His forthright and emphatic first word of “Scholastic mom it means scholastic, you know like math and …”was met with a “Oh Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Oh that is rich!”
“What’s so funny? This ain’t funny! None of this is funny!”
“Oh yes it is” Janet voiced Eric, “cute lips” she paused to compose herself barely stifling the guffaws which would otherwise certainly drown out her reply of “… you see, the test you paid no attention to and gave misleading answers to was not part of the curriculum per se. No, it was devised to disclose a personal predisposition. It is a test administered by Affective Youth Services but only after being alerted of a specific possible candidate for consideration. Eric, your entire escapade of bedroom antics is a matter of record; but for the record, you are not in trouble for doing what you did but you have been discovered and will be encouraged to act or treated accordingly.”
“Discovered? Act? Treated? I don’t understand.”
“I don’t doubt it. Cute lips the..”
“MO-OHM!!! QUIT CALLING ME THAT!”
“Sorry, but I think you’d better get used to that because your AYS file begins with that. The second “SAT” you took does not stand for Scholastic Aptitude Test. If you had bothered to read the several words clearly prefacing the examination which was “Part L (Latent)” you might have had an inkling about why the questions did not pertain to your school studies such as “When at home and doing the dishes what color apron appeals to you?” You, instead of answering “I’m a boy and I don’t do dishes and I don’t wear an apron so who cares what the color is?” instead writes a paragraph which begins with and I quote “The color pink appeals to my cute lips while I’m washing the dishes wearing nothing but sperm filled panties.” And don’t bother to deny what I just said because I read all of your answers to the test for a second time the last time we were over at Teresa’s: that’s why we were there. That’s when she gave me a copy of the test you took; your answers in your hand writing; complete with misspelled words and run on sentences. You thought you were so smart but, “cute lips,” the important reading you really missed was in bold print on the back of the last sheet. After the last question the instructions told you to turn the page and carefully read about why the test was administered. The test could not be mistaken for anything other than what tendency it specifically said it was testing for because it was a: “Latent Sissy Aptitude Test.”
She let her words sink in; waited until she pulled into Teresa Samson’s driveway and then reiterated to Eric “Remember, be nice, you will kiss and make up and you will play whatever game they want regardless. Do I make myself clear?”
Eric mumbled a barely audible “Yes,” tarried for several moments before even making an attempt to step from the front passenger’s seat and simply glowered straight ahead. Made a halfhearted attempt to exit and did so only after his mom told him “If I have to come around there and drag you out the door remember what I told you I’d do? Now get out and start walking;” which he did.
Walking several steps behind his mother he thought to prolong the event; unfortunately, even before his mother could press the doorbell the door had opened and much to his chagrin he thought “Ohh, damn, isn’t this just great sissy Timmy is standing there in some half-ass outfit looking like a fairy princess. Geez it’s like he’s been waiting for me to get here. Oh no, now mom’s stopped and’s telling him “Timmy, Eric really wants to apologize to you; but he’s shy about doing something else so I’ll ask for him: is it O.K. if he kisses you too…to make up? And that would be just to start with.”
Timmy’s gushing “Oh yes I’d really like that a lot then we could have lots of fun together” made Eric wince while he thought “What? To start with? NO! Oh no. Please, no. Start with? Here on the front step? Apologizing one time is one thing but ...”
Janet was not content to let him dawdle, took one step backwards and took hold of Eric’s right ear just to encourage him along the last few feet. Her vice-clamp grip immediately yanked him upward while she slowly twisted it at the same time. Eric “Owed and Ohed” on tippy toes the last four feet to the front door and came to face up with Timmy. It was before Eric could get “MOM I’M HERE ALREADY. STOP. YOUR GONNA TWIST MY EAR OFF!” out of his mouth Janet told him loud enough for all to hear “Apologize now. Then kiss and make up. Or, so help me I’ll pull your ear right ….”
“O.K. O.K. Give me a sec. Just wait a second. Let go. Please. I’ll do it. O.K.?”
“Fine” came her reply “ I see both Stephanie and Teresa coming down the hall, you can wait until they’re both here; then, after I say my hellos you can begin and Eric believe me, that I’m not in the mood to wait; not a second more after that. Understood?” While she took his silent nod as affirmation, it offered her the opportunity to adjust the grip she had on his ear. In doing so, she made sure to encourage him to stand just high enough to get his heels up to around two and a half inches off the step: “the more uncomfortable” she thought “the better.” To Eric, the fifteen to twenty seconds it took for both Stephanie and Teresa to make their way to the door, say their catty hellos and live through their syrupy voices while speaking his name as if it were a sissy they were talking to were only the beginning of what he could not have envisioned happening this morning.
Their subsequent giggles and comments concerning him and his “cute lips” started to make him cry before he could even think of passing out; which he would have done except for his mother’s constant effort in trying to get him to stand even higher to which he thought “I can’t get any higher or I’m gonna need a ladder” only made his ear throb more; on top of which, his calves were killing him and his toes were crying out if not begging for mercy with “Geez stop we ain’t ballerinas!”
It was just after that thought, about ballerinas that Teresa told him “Eric, before you begin your apology, Timmy has a little gift for you and to let you know, he’s been practicing this just for you all morning. Janet, you might want to, uhh, lower him by the ear, at least until after? Timmy…”
Unfortunately for Eric, the tradeoff was that, one pain eased before a greater had begun: as his mom took the pressure off her grip, so at least he could stand, what became evident was that he saw “that stupid sissy Timmy. Hey, he’s almost close enough to…HEY…wait a second…WHAT THE…”
“He heard his mom chuckling as Stephanie giggled while Ms. Samson said “Go ahead Timmy. You practiced doing it almost all morning. Go on sweetie.”
“Eric” Timmy sweetly cooed, “Look, see what I’ve got?” holding his right hand not two inches from Eric’s face, right between his fuzzy eyes. Eric would’ve gone cross-eyed trying to see what it was so he tried jerking his head back but Janet’s hold on his ear was rock solid so his head shake of “No” again brought a chorus of laughs.
“Well,” Timmy smiled while unfastening the lid to the colored tube he held “…. it’s the latest in the Cover Sissy Pink Line lipstick. Last week, Mommy read me one of your answers to a question… on the test you took? You know the one? Well…so…I thought that…ah…maybe … you know…since you like pink lips… that maybe….I…could…well…see…here…its yours. It’s a transfer-resistant color with a moisturizing feel to it that lasts up to 48 hours. It’ll make your lips bold without dry-out. Oh, and you don’t have to try to re-apply it later either; because I could do it for you now?
“Why that is very thoughtful of you” Janet clucked and would have continued on except for Eric’s eruption of “Whoa…no…wait. Look…I mean… wait…what I’m trying to say is …I’m sorry for uh…teasing you and… and uhhh…. geez mom can you let off my ear please?” which she did though held on firm enough to let him know she still meant business as she allowed him to continue with a “Look, I don’t know what you got to give me but you don’t have to give me anything really. I….I…I”
“Nonsense” Janet interjected “Yours looks simply divine. I insist.”
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