There's a song associated with this, I just put on, and let it go. You'll know what and when I get to it.
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Mother {FG Solo NS}
I heard her at the door. My daughter Shannon is 13, and while I had seen her blossom into a beautiful young lady, I had not known that she had become sexual. Until I heard the unmistakable moans, and sighs. Why, I do believe she is masturbating, which only reminded me of the pleasures I had found with my young body.
Alone, at night, not in the middle of the afternoon, but she had gotten quiet, so I just went to see if she was all right. "Hahn!" My hairs stood out, but I listened closer, to hear her sigh followed by a moan. "Ohhhh!"
She is in there, alone, isn't she? She hadn't invited one of the neighbor boys, that had been giving her so much attention lately. In to explore her breast bumps, and the small scattered hairs she'd started sprouting above her lips. "Mhhhn!"
Not my full 38 Ds, from nursing her, and working out. To keep fit, lean long legs, strong thighs, and a tight rear. The thick patch of pubic curls in my palm, and brushing my fingers, rolling against my thighs. She has my looks, but it will take a while for her to develop her body. They're already starting to notice, despite her shyness, those horrible baggy clothes, and would it hurt to wear a little color? I'm sure it's just a phase, what do the cool kids call it? Dressing for a funeral, and moping around, listening to that broody depressive rock she plays too loud.
I told her about protection, but I should have gotten her some. Boys these days can't be bothered, but she knows not to let them hurt her. In their desperate rush to get inside her, past the barrier of her virginity, but I find myself more than a little damp. Leaned against her door, my head against the jam, listening to her excited breaths, and straining to hear the gentle slaps. The steady pats of her palm as her fingers slip faster between her damp lips. "HhhhahH!" They slow. "Nhm!"
"HhHhH!" It wasn't until the ragged breath escaped I realized I was holding it.
"Hihmn!" A sigh of satisfaction, then the box spring squeaking. I retreated before she got up, came to the door, and slipped my fingers from my steaming undies.
"Oh!" she blushed, but I took a couple steps, as if having just cum up the stairs.
"Are you all right?" I went to her, felt her forehead, "You feel a little feverish." I could smell it, intensely aware of my own odor.
"Fine, mom." she pushed my hand away. "What about you?" She sniffed.
Most of it was coming from her room, which she hadn't closed, but then I am fairly certain that she masturbated to orgasm in there, while I had merely felt inside.
"Mom?"
"Hm?" I shook my head, "No, fine. What were you doing in there?"
"Nothing?" She turned away, reached in for the door, which only fanned more of the unmistakable odor out.
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Shannon {f Solo}
"Doesn't smell like nothing." She sniffed again.
"Mom!" I pushed her, "God!" face burning.
"Shannon!" She bounced off the wall, "Get back here!" But I was already gone. Down the stairs, through the front door, slamming behind me. I ran, and thought to grab my purse on the way out of my room.
Thank god, I just couldn't face her. Not then, after what I had been doing, with her eavesdropping through the door. Like I didn't hear her, the thump, see the door knob switch, tight against the frame, from her leaning against it.
Of course, that's how she could tell. I didn't smell that much, but she touched me!
"Huh!"
At least I have my phone, head phones, I just had to get out of there, but I smelled it on her. Her hand, and saw the heat on her face.
[Depeche Mode - Wrong (Black Swarm Remix)]
It wasn't until I got to middle school, and read the handbook. "Anything that could be reasonably construed as a weapon." I scoffed. What is this, a law school?
I went for the dress code, to see what I could get away with. Settled on Black, it's slimming, no makeup, jewelry. I'm not trying to attract attention here.
"Goth." They scoffed, at me. Ironic! Yeah, all right, whatever. Not like I'm going to dye my hair, start cutting, but. I have to admit, they have some good music. It suits my mood, especially right now. So, Goth? I guess there's worse things, but I can't stand those pretentious judgemental self absorbed bitches.
"Huh!" I stopped, panting for breath, but got a good run out of it, at least. The song started winding down, so I replayed it, on repeat, and locked the screen so it didn't go all nuts bouncing around in my purse.
"Where was I?" It distracted me, momentarily, but.
"Wrong!" echoed out.
"Oh, right." Uh? I don't want to think about it, yeah that'll work!
It was the section on Sexual Harassment that made me say "Oh." To myself. A pervasive environment of sexual tension, like Middle School? I should be a freshman next year, but my grades started slipping in 4th grade, when I started feeling weird. In my body, bleeding, and especially in my chest.
That's why I started wearing black. It's a fashion statement. "Don't look at me." Go ahead, call me Goth, scoff at me, and avoid me. Fine with me, I'd rather be left alone anyway. Most of the Dress Code seemed to be about not "Distracting" boys, and gang sign. I don't want either, to be part of a clique, nor attract boy's attention. They made fun of me too, and the teachers asked me about why I've been so depressed lately.
Mom told them it was a "Phase." Yeah, mother. It's called Puberty.
Well, what do you do when your own mother sexually harasses you?
"I see you're starting to grow up."
"HhHhH!" Yeah, well kind of hard to miss when you stare at them so much. Talk about them, all the time. Buy me my first bra, thanks. You know, I can figure out how to put it on myself, right? It's so crowded in the changing room, because they're not designed for 2 people. To the contrary, they're supposed to be private, so you can try things on with some privacy? Yeah, look that up. Privacy, i's totally a thing. A normal thing, while you're at it, look up Normal, and inappropriate.
One of the problems I found with Black is it's hot. No mom, not like that, out in the sun? At least those low cut tops, yellow to set off my eyes, and match my hair, they're cool. Right? "Uph!" So yeah, if you think I went Goth to be cool, try it some time. In August. It's not.
It's distracting, when the boys do it, why do we get sent home for dressing "Provocatively," when they don't get sent home for staring, when it affects my grades, and what do I do about mom? I can't get her sent home, okay send her to jail, that's a good plan! How would I go about that, tell someone? Yeah, that's totally a conversation I want to have, with her there to make excuses. "She's imagining it," she never touched me. Okay, when she showed me how to put the bra on.
"Huh!" I just sat down.
Yeah, try not to think about that. Try it, getting felt up, trapped in a changing room, with your mom, and her hands on it. Then don't think about that. The bra, she didn't touch me, but the bra, and I couldn't get out. "Nuhuhuhuhuhn!"
Of course, she had to help me with it. She was just checking to see if I was all right.
Yeah, well. Thanks mom, now I don't even want to think about sex. That works. Like I didn't just fiddle off thinking about Melissa.
"Hhhhhh!" Wipe my eyes, "Snh!"
I had the perfect chance, when she asked what I was doing. Well, just what it sounded like, playing with myself.
She cried, when I got home. Late, I guess, I wasn't there when she showed up. To hang out, of course she's younger than me. Middle school? Yeah, I got held back, so my classmates are 10, or 11.
Mom was gone. She just left her, so I had to ask her what was wrong.
"WRONG!"
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Melissa (FG TW: Molestation.)
"You want to come in?" She sat me down on the couch. Next to her, told me "My daughter has a lot of pretty friends, but I must say, you're the most beautiful of them all."
She hugged me, and I felt weird, but she said "Relax." And "I know, all these feelings are confusing, it's a confusing time in your life, but there's ways to feel more comfortable with yourself."
She touched me, first my leg, but then she said, "Take these." My chest, she felt up my top, and down from my shoulder. "Do these ever feel achey, and hot?" I just nodded, but she said "When that happens, it really helps to massage them, like this. Do they feel hot now?"
"They're starting to," I admitted.
"Feel hot?' she untucked my shirt, "Here, lets get this off, so you can cool off."
"Where's Shannon?" I was hot, it was a hot day, and I ran most of the way to your house.
"Don't worry about her, just pick up you arms. There, feel better?" I shook my head, I knew it wasn't. She wasn't supposed to be doing that, but I let her. I wanted to say something, do something, but I didn't run. I should have, but then I was topless, and as ashamed as I felt, I couldn't bare the thought of running outside, half naked where anyone could see.
"So, you didn't like it."
"No, she was scary, and I felt gross."
"What else did she do?"
"Well, she undid her shirt, and said something about me not wearing a bra. I don't really need one, yet, but she said that one day I would. Then she took it off, or let it loose, but she didn't let go of me. Her arm over my shoulder, or stop squeezing my chest."
She asked me, "Do you play with yourself?" I don't, I wasn't raised that way but, she showed me. How, she pulled up her skirt, and her underpants down. She wouldn't let me go, and kept squeezing my chest, but. She did it. Right there next to me, then she let me go. Put my shirt on, and fixed her top. She kissed me, and left, so I just came up here, and cried."
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Shannon (f Solo)
"Sourpuss." She called me.
"You know, you'd be a lot prettier if you didn't dress like a funeral and smiled once in a while."
"Thanks," I bared my teeth, "I'll try that." Looked up, under my eyebrows, and saw the look on there faces.
"Freak!"
Good, they left me alone. Just had to come up, and say something, huh? Can't leave well enough alone, you know what? Why don't we go talk to that moody girl, that avoids everyone, and doesn't like being talked to. I'm sure she just needs a friend.
Got out my phone, and my headphones. "WRONG!"
I don't dance, but I kind of rock. You know that Autistic girl, Shelly? Yeah, like her when someone touches her. Try to shake it out of my head, but I really suck at this. Not thinking about something, I don't want to think about.
Not Melissa. I didn't touch her, as soon as she pushed me off. I tried to hug her, not realizing that would just make it worse. Since that the first time, I shouldn't have. After she left, but, it just came over me. I was, so. Turned on, don't ask me why.
I know what she saw in her, for once she wasn't lying. I'm sure she says that to all the girls, but Melissa truly is the prettiest girl in school. I was a little jealous, now I just feel guilty, for letting that happen to her, then shamefully fiddling off thinking about it.
"Huh!"
No, that's not the problem. The problem is Gym class. God, what that must be like for her, having to change, with all those girls in there, but. Then I had homeroom, so I had nothing else to think about. Than all those other girls, dressing out, coming in from the shower, with wet hair, and towels. Most are pretty good at staying covered, pulling up their underwear, under the towels, then shorts, or whatever, but.
I looked, caught glimpses, couldn't help but notice the ones that were developing, and. The ones that aren't, as far along.
"Wrong!" I know, but. They had to bend over, or pick up a leg to put their foot in. Pull them up their bare legs, revealing glances. I looked, kept my head down, sitting on the bench between the lockers, but. I can't help it now, it's like trying not to think about it. Every time they bent down, or the knee came up. Holding up a pair, shaking them out, turning them around, or right side out.
In the corner of my eye, I kept my head down, didn't turn it, but I glanced over. At the towel riding up, the top of her leg, pulled way from the bottom of her buttock, from the side. Tempting me to imagine one, nobody in particular, just a made-up girl, right in front of me. Not looking at me, not noticing where my eyes stray, down to the tops of her legs, just picking up her leg, with the panties hanging to hook with her toes.
The towel riding up, to catch a peek between her legs.
So, the bell rang, and rather than head straight to the lunchroom, I went to the restroom. Alone, and pulled down my pants. My underwear, and leaning back on the toilet. Smelling the stale smoke, listening to the girls chatter. Helping each other with their hair, their makeup, talking about clothes, or whatever. Feet up on the door, and just waiting for one to check the stall.
"Is someone in there?" Peeking under the door, to see me. Right up between my legs, covering myself with my fingers, but rubbing them hard. Feeling my lips squish, and my pubes in my clammy palm. The dampness on my fingertip, and slipping back up to the wrinkles of skin at the top.
"Hahhhh!"
It's good that they're so loud. Coming and going, slamming the door, and smoking. The gush of pee right next to me, and the tiny shoes, pink cotton panties around her ankles, and piss squirting out into the water with a sigh. "Hhhhhh!" Then the paper rolling out. Tearing it to cover her fingers. Feeling it between her legs, her damp lips.
"Nhhhhhhhh!"
Thanks mom. Were you trying to make me a pervert, like you? Well, congratulations, it worked.
Not that I would tell her that, could ever talk about this to anyone. Least of all her, give her the satisfaction, but at least she's not here. Standing outside the door, listening. At least the girls are loud enough to cover up my breathless gasps, and the rush of the toilet flushing. The clap of the door, to the next stall.
"Finally," another girl, pulling off a seat cover from the dispenser on the back wall. Before turning around, and dropping her pants. The clank of the seat, but I'm done.
"Huh!" Better get out of there, before I get turned on again.
POOT!
"Good," that does it. Turns me off enough to wash my hands. My face.
"Ugh!"
"What?"
"It's not Halloween, yet."
"I know," I laughed in her face, "I'd be so much prettier if I smiled more."
nlm.
"Fuck you," I walked out, "Judgmental bitch."
She has no fucking clue what my life is like. She's lucky.
Great, now I'm hungry. At least I don't have to stand in line now.
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Girl (Gf Groom Anon Lies.)
"Oh," I looked up, "What's wrong?" Wiped my eyes. She sat down, hugged me. "Did somebody touch you?"
"No," I sniffed.
"You're new here, don't you have any friends?" She felt my back, but I felt her against my arm. She has boobs, under that black baggy teeshirt. "It's okay, I don't have any friends, either. I like it, being left alone. I'd understand, if you just want to be left alone."
"No, huh! You're right. I haven't any friends here, yet."
I think she's Goth? I don't know, I never seen one with blond hair before, but I guess she just hasn't got any black die for her hair.
"Well, that's hard to believe, as pretty as you are."
"I guess, I just don't know how to talk to anyone."
"Well, you don't have to. Say anything, I mean. I know most girls just want to yack yack yack all the time, and really end up not saying much of anything, but I don't like girls like that. I like quiet girls like you, that can just sit back, and Enjoy the Silence, once in a while. You know," she looks around, "What always makes me feel better, when I'm feeling down?" I shook my head. "Well," she blushed, "Do you ever play with yourself?" I looked down. Shook my head. "I know, it can be a little tough to figure out at first, but it's easy. I'll show you, it really does make you feel so much better."
"Are you,"
"Goth?" She nodded. "I don't really hang out with the baby bats you see around school. They're so immature."
"How old are you?"
"Fifteen? I got held back, I used to be sad, and lonely like you. So, my grades suffered, when I got my period."
"Oh, I don't."
"You haven't yet? Don't worry, you're just a late bloomer, but that doesn't mean you can't start. Come on, I promise you'll feel so much better." She was really feeling my back, just up and down, and all around the bottom. Right above my butt, but she didn't touch that, and I was starting to feel a little better.
"Snh?"
"You like my boobs? It's okay, you can look. I don't mind at all. In fact, if you want to touch them. Here, nobody can see us back here, if you want to kiss me." She felt up, under my chin. "God, you really are, such a beautiful girl. Did anyone ever tell you that?"
"No, they call me ugly."
"Well, they lied. They're just jealous, that you're so much prettier. Is that why you're crying, because they made you feel ugly? I have to admit, I've had a crush on you, all year. I was just nervous, I didn't know how to tell you, how I feel, so I just admired you from afar, but when I saw you, crying. I just couldn't bear to see you so sad. I want you to be happy, I never want you to have to cry again, when you have such a pretty smile. There, there it is! You have the most beautiful smile, and it lights up the world. Makes everything so beautiful when you smile. You should do that more."
"So, you are."
"Gay?" She thought. "I don't know, I just. Huh! I just never felt like this, about anyone before."
"Oh," I smiled, and she smiled back. "Okay." I closed my eyes, so she'd kiss me.
I did, feel so much better, then her hands stopped rubbing my back, and felt down. To my bottom.
"Um?" But she just stuck her tongue in my mouth, and held me so tight her shirt squished against me.
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Shannon (fg...)
I didn't, touch her the way I wanted to. Okay, I felt her butt, but she felt my tits! I didn't even have to make her, she just reached up and grabbed them. Squeezed them in time to my gentle groping of her ass. And that was, okay? Okay, she's young, but only a couple years, and I held back. As much as I wanted to take off her clothes, or touch her inside them, I didn't even feel her crotch through them. Just her ass, and I guess that just confirmed what I suspected. I don't really like tits, mine are all right, and her hands, they didn't feel so bad on them.
It didn't feel Wrong. The way I dreaded, why I didn't make her, she looked, and for once I didn't mind, but it wasn't like mom helping with my first bra. It didn't feel gross, I didn't want to puke, it actually felt kind of hot. Like her butt, I like asses, I'm an ass girl, I thought I might be, but as soon as I got my hands on her's, I just didn't want to let go. you know, it's funny how they're round, like tits, but not all fat, and soft. More, meaty? I don't know, they're like muscle, gluteus maximus. There's something a man named, I bet you.
Also, they're right there, standing together in the restroom stall. By the auditorium, so it's not as busy as the gym, or cafeteria ones. No line, I guess until after school, when it's the last place to stop on the way out, but there's no assembly. It's locked, but the restrooms aren't.
Butt... It's easy, to reach, kissing like this, right where my hands are, and she feels my bra the same. The exact same way, I squeeze her butt, and she squeezes my chest. The bell rang.
"Huh!" She wiped her mouth, but smiled up at me. "You want to come hang out, after school?" She nodded, closed her eyes, so I kissed her again, real quick. Reluctantly let go of her cute little buttocks, and gave them a little pat.
The best part is, I can. take her home, unlike my class mates, or girls my age. For one thing, I kind of lied. She is a little ugly, I don't care, I like it. Her face, pretty is boring, and makes girls into self absorbed bitches. The big thing is she's not.
"Just starting to grow up." So, mom won't tempt her to cheat on me.
She just needs a little, fashion advice. And a haircut, with a face like that, she doesn't want to go with long hair to hide behind. She's actually pretty boyish, which I like. She doesn't look like a boy, just a little boyish, and besides, she's a lesbian. A straight girl wouldn't just go right for the tits, and enjoy feeling them up so much. So, she just needs to dress the part, I think that's what she was hiding.
She doesn't need a friend, any more than I do. Girlfriends, that's different. She needs a girlfriend, and I needed the last person to feel me up to not be my mom.
Ew. nlm, she can go fuck herself.
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"Joan." (gfF CD Mast Neck NS)
So, she's gay. Am I? I don't know, I didn't think about it. She was right, I felt so much better. Just knowing she was out there, and she wanted to be my.
Girlfriend?
Goth girlfriend, okay. I kind of like the sound of that, instead of just being the ugly kid. The ugly kid with the Goth Girlfriend, I can handle that. Here's the thing, it's middle school, and while it's only been a week or 2, it doesn't take long for me to realize the differences. Gym, there's one, and everyone gets made fun of. Even the popular kids get made fun of, that's what kids do here. I don't, I'm not mean, and i don't really talk much. She picked up on that, and she's okay with that. I'd rather get made fun of for being quiet and shy then turn around, and say mean things back. I'm not like that, if I don't have anything nice to say.
I have nothing but nice to say about her. I didn't catch her name, but it all seemed to happen so fast, I was crying, and then we're kissing in the girls room, and I forgot to ask. She didn't say where to meet, either, but the Auditorium is right by the door to the buses, so if I miss her, i can just go home. I hope not.
She's 15, so she's got, a figure. I like it, I do, and her hair, and her eyes, and she's really very pretty. I'm not, but she made me feel, better about that. I let her lie, that's not why I was crying. She said she would show me how, to play with myself. I tried that, there's nothing there. That's my problem, I have nothing, but I felt something with her. Kissing me, and my bottom felt hot the rest of the day, in my seat. Breasts, don't got any of them either, but they're nice to feel through her shirt, and her bra.
I hope, when she shows me I can see them naked. Her naked, I just don't know how gay that is. It didn't feel gay, it feels right? Even though she's taller, so she had to bend down, kiss me. She's a lesbian, and you know what they say. "Who's the boy?" Well, okay, I don't guess there has to be a boy, they're both girls, so maybe they can take turns, but she did the kissing, the bending down, she's taller, she's older, so. She's just showing me, how. So, I guess it makes sense she bends down, does the kissing.
Not in the hall, she was waiting, but the doors. She said she'd take me home with her, to her place, and that means her bus, when all I really wanted was to take her hand. Hold it, walking to her bus.
Oh, right. Depeche Mode. She had a teeshirt, she wore a lot, so i looked them up. Not today, just a black teeshirt, and pleated skirt. She doesn't wear all black, lipstick, or nail polish. Her socks are white, and pulled up her calfs, but I got a chance to go to the library. Found the album on her teeshirt, don't remember what it was called, but. Something she said, I couldn't play it. In the Library, but I looked up the lyrics.
Enjoy the Silence, read it like a poem. Didn't memorize them, or anything, but they pretty much summed it up. The way I felt, and kind of what she said, if not in so many words. You don't have to, talk. All the time, sometimes you have to say something, I'm not mute, I just don't yack yack yack to hear myself talk. She gets that, and it doesn't bother her. She does, talk a lot, but at least she has something to say., Nothing but nice about me, but on the bus, I could finally do what I wanted.
I took her hand, held it, and just looked over. "Um," bit my lip. Looked around, "You like Depeche Mode?"
"Uh huh?' she nodded, and smiled. "They're Goth. Well, they're 'not Goth,' but. Huh, it's like, the first 5 Goth bands, they started it, and then the goth culture kind of grew out of that." She got her phone out. "You want to hear some?"
"Yeah," I looked over, "You got Enjoy the Silence?"
"Well, not the original. Copywrite, I can play it on youtube, but not till we get home."
"Why not?"
"Minutes. My mom, she gave me her old phone, but it's shut off, so it's more like a pocket sized tablet."
"Oh."
"I burned up all my minutes and data on downloads, but this one's pretty good." She stretched out the ear buds, and I put my head on her shoulder. On her hair, it twisted together, but.
"Huh!" I could smell it, and she felt so warm. Hot, it's really hot, and the sun shines in through the window, but I don't mind.
"All I ever wanted, all I ever needed is here. In my arms. Words are very, unneccessary. They can only do harm."
"Huh!" I nodded.
Just listening to music here, she squeezed my hand.
"It's not far, to your stop?"
"No, not really."
"Good." I looked, read (Hands and Feet Remix) then just closed my eyes.
"I didn't know that Goth was about music."
"Like Punk," she nodded, "It came out of Punk Rock." Oh.
I like this, and wearing black? Well, It's a little hot for that, summer's barely over, but maybe she has some, I can wear?
"I want to be goth, too."
"Good,' she laughed, "At least we don't have to dye your hair."
I just nodded, and sighed.
She put on the original when we got to her house. Had the album, on CD, but couldn't copy it on her phone, for some reason.
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Lie to Me (Dominatrix Remix)
I rushed her upstairs, before mom got home. Not that i thought she would, but she does have black hair. And eyes, maybe a little hispanic? I don't know, but does make the Gothening a lot easier, I brought up Google: [Goth Hair] and tapped Images.
"Uh," she looked around my room, "You have a belt, I can borrow?" Picked up a pair of slacks. Black, and took her blue jeans skirt right off.
"Yeah," I looked. Tight underpants, and looked real puffy up front, but loose, and bunched up between her legs. I held back, and just pulled one out. Black leather, of course. Mom just stopped buying colors for me, finally gave up when i told her, "It's not a Phase." This is me, deal with it.
"How about this one," she tapped, and turned the phone around.
"Well," I turned my head, took the phone. "For one thing, that's a boy."
"Yeah?" She shrugged, started lacing the belt through the loops. "I kind of think he looks like me. And it looks good on him." I guess, kind of Misfits? Long bangs, all the way over his nose, almost to him mouth, but really ultra short in back. "Let me get the clippers." From the bathroom, guess she's going for the dykey look, but, she's right. She does look a little like him, maybe like his little sister, or whatever, but I can imagine, it would look good on her.
There's a lot of androgyny in Goth Culture. I mean, Rocky Horror for one thing, not to say it's Goth, it's a Musical, and more 50s like Greece, but. it's popular, for Goths. "Hold it up," my teeshirt hung off her tiny shoulders, picked my favorite. Violator, I like the red flower on it. I guess she can borrow it for today, but the music switched already. Youtube, I didn't turn that off. Some remix of The World in my Eyes, but I can't really see the back. So, I just cut it short, especially on the bottom, so I evened it up. Tyed mine up off my neck, so it wasn't as hot, but wouldn't you know it, mother came home before we could get hot and heavy.
"Shannon?"
"Uh!"
"Who's this?"
"Joan, uh." She turned around, and looked down.
"Well, you know how I feel about you having boys over, when I'm not here."
"Jealous?" I covered my mouth and giggled.
"Well, Jonah. Would you mind speaking to me a moment?"
"Uh,"
"I wasn't asking you," she pointed.
"Not alone."
"Young lady."
"No, Mom. I'm not leaving you alone with my friends, ever again." I stood up, gripping the trimmer, and wishing they were a pair of scissors.
"I'll deal with you later, but if I can't tell him the rules of this house, then he can leave."
"Uh!" I rolled my eyes, "She's a Girl!?"
She looked over. Frowned, tilted her head.
"Well," she finally spoke up, "Not exactly."
"What?" I shook my head.
"Well, uh. I didn't know how to tell you." She rubbed the back of her neck, "But I am kind of a boy."
"What?"
"I just looked like a girl, when I was born. I tried to tell my dad, but he wouldn't listen, until the doctor ran some tests."
"You mean you have," I just silently mouthed 'a penis?'
"No, nothing like that. Huh, you know my testicles?"
"What!?"
"Well, they didn't. Form right, just kind of into lumps, up front."
"Uh?" Is that what that was?
"Well," I looked back, "I see I don't have to worry about him." she frowned, and pouted, shaking her head. "So, I'll have to talk to you about your attitude, missy. You're grounded, so send your little boyfriend home."
"No!" I just needed someone to stand up for. "Uh!"
Marilyn Manson - Personal Jesus. "Fucking you TUBE!" I just threw my phone.
"You want to talk!"
The clippers missed her, but she put her hands up, and grabbed my hands.
"Calm down."
"NO!" I butted her nose with my forehead, and pushed her. "Don't TOUCH ME!" She fell down on the floor, covering her mouth, blood starting to pour out between her hands, but Jonah grabbed me.
"Don't you EVER touch ANY of my Friends, AGAIN!" I kicked, and screamed, but he held me on the bed until I stopped crying.
I she came back with her phone. "Yes, my daughter just attacked me." She snuffled through her broken nose.
"That the cops?" I wiped my forehead. "Good, I'll have Melissa come over, so we can do this together."
"What? Now what are you talking about? I swear, you've gone completely insane."
"You remember Melissa?" I nodded, "She stopped coming over this summer, after you molested her." She dropped her phone. "It's okay, they can find it. Caller ID. Still on hold? Better get cleaned up, don't want them take you in." I pointed, "Looking like that." Twirled my finger at her.
She backed up, so I could slam the door in her fucking face.
"Thanks," I turned back, "For calming me down." I needed that.
He didn't have anything to say to that, so I hugged him instead.
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{Musical Note: World in My Eyes (Cicada) Also, do a Image Search for Devilock, for some idea what the hairdo looks like. Ending on Stripped (Kaiser Complex) Randomly selected by Youtube Autoplay. After I skipped back from the Manson cover.}