Markie's Treasure Chest #3

by Pulsar

When school resumed in the fall, I returned with a new air of confidence. I was a fresh person out of the womb, now born into a world of opportunity and not limitations. I was still the shy type, but I no longer let the brace on my leg be a ball and chain. Those that knew me wouldn't notice it, but I knew others would stare. Yet this year, I gave them something to stare at! Therefore, I wore my school skirts or shorts as short as I could and but to still look innocent. I mean... not like a stripper, but I made it a point to bare some of my slender legs since I had a darker tan, more muscle tone, and an occasional cutesy pink band-aid stuck to my bony kneecap.

By the time that winter came, I had made a 'treasure box' of my own, gathered from whatever items I could find that would suffice as sex toys. And Markie had 'smuggled' in a buzz toy for me that she had obtained from one of her adventurous soccer friends. When Markie was over and we had the chance, we'd open it in my room. But most often, I'd open it at night to scratch that nagging 'itch' I always seemed to have.

When the next summer came, we greeted the warmth with joy, knowing it was a time of swimming, bike-riding, flying her radio-controlled airplane, soccer games and such. And with the shorts-wearing season came the fondling, groping and caressing of bare legs! I resumed my function as 'water girl' for Markie's soccer team. And since I had grown, the nylon shorts still fit but were more snug and showed more bare leg. I marveled not only at her gorgeous athletic build, but the vast influence her simple mind had on good sportsmanship. I rode my bike stronger and faster, and had the skinned knees to prove it. I swam stronger and with more confidence. However, I still found excuses to cling to Markie's strong body in the water, as she was clad only in her tight swimwear. And it was also a time of taking baths together and the sweet love-making that would follow, both of use smelling of citrus shampoo.

And a year later when I was in 7th Grade, not long after I had turned twelve, Mother Nature touched me with her wand... well actually, she beat me profusely with it! First there was the tummy cramps like I had never known before, and then there was the bleeding that scared me to death. But that fateful afternoon, my mom presented me with my first pad with a gentle smile and told me I was growing up. She showed me how to stick it to my panties and then brought me a pink pill for the cramps. Then, she kissed me on the cheek, and then... she cried. "Oh, my baby girl!" she wailed.

However, I just had to tell Markie. I ran down to her house as fast as I could hobble in my leg brace. I looked at her nervously and told her I was having my first period. She smiled and giggled, and then gave me a hug. "Oh Lori, you're getting so big!" she said with lament. "That means you're a big girl now."

"I hate it!" I protested. "Boys should have to do this too!"

"Aaaw, you have the owie-tummies?" she asked with concern.

"It's awful! I mean, I can't even uh... y'know, open my treasure box until it's done," I said with a blush.

And so, she held me as we sat on the couch watching TV. She rubbed my back and stroked my hair, which helped me relax. The pain did go down some. And there I found myself watching one of her favorite shows, 'The Wild Wild West.' But eventually, she pulled up my skirt a little to expose more of my slender legs. "Tickie-leggies," she whispered as she gently glided her fingertips over the flesh, softly stroking from my knees up to my panty line as I sat in a ball. "Pretty, pretty bare leggies."

"Eeee!" I shrieked, yet I held very still. I could feel the chills running up my spine as my legs broke out in goose bumps. "Oh, Markie," I mumbled as I snuggled into her. "As soon as this uh... 'curse' stops, I'm gonna need a big cummie-cum!" And thus she kissed me on the cheek.

And so childhood can be fleeting and the years can turn over too fast. I kept growing physically and mentally. And Markie was there to believe in me in whatever I attempted, and to love me unconditionally in success and failure. Our mothers grew closer as they would sit and chat in the yards or porches with drinks in hand.

I remember that summer after 8th Grade when Mrs. Macintosh raced up to us in the front yard one day. "Anne! Anne!" she cried out to my mom with urgency.

"What is it, Wanda?"

"As of today, I am now a grandmother!" she said with elation. "Phil and Holly now have a baby boy!"

"Oooooh!" cried Mom as she hugged her. "How wonderful!"

So for weeks, I had heard about their new baby. But when August came and I was outside, Markie and her mother came down the sidewalk Markie was pushing a stroller happy as could be. She wheeled the sleeping baby right up to be as I stood up to look. "Hey Lori! Lookie! Lookie! I'm an auntie and here's my nephew Caleb!"

I took one look inside. "Aaaw! He's soooo small! But he's soooo cute! Look at him, just sleeping very quietly."

"Oh, sometimes he loud!" she said. "He cries really loud when he wants a clean diaper! I can change his diaper, y'know!"

"Oh, that's sooo cool!" I said as I leaned close. "Hello Caleb," I whispered. "You're one lucky kid! You've got a real cool aunt!"

An so went the months as another year rolled by. But each season, I would gain an inch or two, slowly approaching Markie's height. Things began to change. Slowly but surely, our roles had switched. Whereas long ago, she was like a cool big sister, I had now become the big sister. She couldn't pick me up like before. Oh, she was strong as ever, but it was rather awkward with the off-set center of gravity. And as time wore on, I was doing fractions, decimals, and then algebra, why she still struggled with the basics. I was reading longer chapter books with few pictures, and eventually Shakespeare and Twain, while she was still reading Dr. Seuss.

I found it very disturbing. I did not wish to flaunt any talents to her. I still wanted to spend the same quality time with her, even if it didn't involve any higher thinking, and I did my best to do so. I mean, she could 'pling' out a few songs on a piano or keyboard with one hand, but I had been taking lessons and had finally mastered 'Fur Elise.'

Nevertheless, in the same way I continued to attend Markie's soccer games, she attended my piano recitals and choir concerts with the same fervor and enthusiasm. She was content to just watch me from the audience as she sat with my mom. Finding her in the audience wasn't that hard. She was always smiling big! She clapped enthusiastically after every performance and would hug me afterward, telling me how good I was and how pretty I looked.

But as several more school years rolled by, there came the inevitable-- the day my mom must have long dreaded-- 'Sweet Sixteen!' (Yay! Finally!) Yes, I passed my driver's test! I was now a bonafied licensed driver! Mom found it advantageous, but also nerve-racking and depressing. She was slowly losing her little baby girl. However, for my first official solo drive without mom, I wanted none other than Markie with me. And so I waited and as soon as she came out into her yard with her soccer ball, I pulled up to her driveway. "Get in, Markie!" I cried out with enthusiasm. "Let's go cruising."

"Yippie!" cried Markie as she climbed into my old rattle-trap. Although she was not quite mentally competent to be allowed the controls of a motor vehicle herself, she seemed quite happy for me as she sat down and buckled up with a soccer ball in her lap. And thus we drove all around, going everywhere-- going nowhere. It was just simply some time for us to be together and turn on some music that both our moms hated. "Wow, Lori! You're a good driver!" said Markie as we cruised up one street and then another.

Eventually, we stopped for ice cream at a local hangout. We sat down in a booth on the same side. Being I was still in my reddish tartan skirt from school (which I boldly wore high above the knee), I threw my leg over her bare thighs in a flirty manner. Instantly, her free hand went down to fondle my knee and thigh. With her other, she held her ice cream cone and licked it in a very suggestive manner, getting ice cream all over her face. We both giggled and leaned into one another. I knew exactly what her tongue could do. "I love you, Markie," I said quietly, never caring who else may have heard or what conclusion they would draw from it. In reply, she kissed me on the cheek, getting her ice cream all over my face and glasses... that stinker!

"I love you too," she said.

"I bet you have a treasure chest on your mind," I whispered.

"Yup," she said.

"Well, we don't have to have that to have fun , I mean... do you know what a 'back seat' is for?" I asked.

"Of course. It's so the car can carry more people," she said naively.

"Well... it's also for other things... but first you have to park the car in a hidden spot!"

"Oooh!" gasped Markie.

And once we left, we drove over to Oak Hill park. Away from the playground and the sports fields sat a small wooded area that was devoid at this time of year. And of all people, shy little me ended up in the back seat. We cuddled and talked until we began to slowly reach for each other's clothes to undress. We kissed passionately with moaning sighs, until Markie's hand slid up my leg under my school skirt and found my wet crotch. "You've got the naughties," she said. "You've always got the naughties!"

Soon after, I slid her sexy little shorts down and kissed her muscular but sensitive inner thighs, causing her to moan and cry out in her familiar way. Soon, I slid her panties from around her curvy hips and went to work. I kissed around her freshly shorn vulva, teasing her like an Inquisition torturer, until I gave her relief. I stoked her swollen throbbing bud with my tongue as she grasped my head in her grip. She squeezed me with her strong thighs and cried out in ecstasy. "OoooOOOH! OOOhhh-gaawwd, I'm cumming!" she screamed as her body jolted and rocked the car. "Ooooh-gaaawwd, Lori! You make me cum soooo haarrrd!"

By the time she calmed down, the windows were steamed. In that cramped back seat, we cuddled for a moment as our bodies seemed to weld into one piece like two plastic dolls that melted together. After a few minutes, she stroked my hair and looked me in the eyes with her trademark wide smile. "Now, I'm gonna give YOU the cummies!"

Soon, I was on my back and my feet were pushing against the roof of the car as Markie's head went between my legs. I felt both her tongue and fingers doing many wonderful things. I closed my eyes and breathed deep. "Ooooh Markie! Oooooh-Markie! That feels sooooo awesome! Don't stop! Don't stop!" I begged as I squirmed about. And she skillfully knew just how to make me feel good. Her tongue was caressing my starving clit as her fingers were other places. I felt one gently slide into my love tunnel as far as my cherry would allow. "Ooooh! Ooooh-yeeess! Oooooh yeeesss! Fuck my brains out, Markie!" I cried. "Make me cum!" Slowly, her finger went deeper. It hurt just a little, but the pleasure made it all worth it.

And soon, I burst with uncontrollable thrashing and moaning. "Oh fuck!" I gasped right after the first blast. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming my brains out!" The intense waves of throbbing pleasure jolted my body as I spun around through time and space during my massive atomic orgasm. I thrashed my arms and legs all over the back seat, hoping I wouldn't break a window. "Oh gaawwd!" I shrieked as the intense throbbing churned my stomach. It seemed to go on forever as Markie wiggled her finger deep inside me while she licked my pulsating clit. I swore my throbbing cunny would suck in her entire arm. By the time the orgasm faded, it felt as if a knife were lodged in my gut. By now, the car reeked of 'girl scent.' Oh, I was exhausted, yet I knew know I couldn't live without orgasms of that intensity. "You said a wordy-dird!" Markie declared with a giggle as she reached for the box of tissues.

"I know, but I just couldn't help it," I said as I gasped for air. "Oh Markie, you've gotta make me cum like that every day! I've gotta have it!"

Markie grinned and then kissed me on the cheek. But soon she was cleaning me up with a tissue. "You're bleeding a little," she said with some concern. "Does it hurt?"

"Oh no," I assured her as I lay dazed and relaxed. "I'm fine. Maybe it's that time again."

And so we slowly dressed. I took a pad from my purse to hopefully keep my panties clean. Only later did it occur to me that Markie had popped my cherry. Yes, the same day I got my license, I also lost my virginity to Markie's finger in the back seat! Well, I can't think of anyone more worthy of taking my cherry than her. Driving home, I still could feel that throbbing feeling deep inside. It softly glowed from within me.

The next day at school, I was back to my bashful, well-poised, goody-goody self again, clad in thick glasses, skirt and knee socks, being the studious teacher's pet as I had always been. The popular preppy (and rather shallow) cheerleader across the aisle ignored me as usual. However, I was doing quite well without her approval. I was quite content to be the nerd more interested in planning a future career than current teen trends. I did not look the part of a 'teen slut' and nor did I wish to. With my meek mannerisms, I'd be the last one they'd suspect of having a wild orgasm in the backseat of a car. Unlike my peers, I showed no appreciation for casual sex. But the passionate love-making with Markie was something I held very dear.

Eventually, I began to detect some fears in Markie. One evening, she was in our house as we chatted on the couch. I think I was helping her with factions when I swore she was about to cry. "You... you're gonna go away soon, ain't cha?" she said.

"Huh?"

"All the smart kids do it. They turn into teenagers, and then they go away to some school far away... and they never come back again. And the smarter they are, the farther away they go. And... well... you're smart. You're the smartest girl I know!"

Suddenly, my own eyes stung with tears. "Oh, Markie," I stuttered as I gave her a hug. "I know what you're saying. Some kids go off to college and then live somewhere else. But me... I don't know where I'll be. But I promise... I'll come back. I'll always come back. And I hope by then that maybe you can do some traveling yourself! Y'know, come see me. But still, I may never get out of this place. I just don't know."

"I wish I could be smart," she said. "But I know I'm not. I'm... uh... y'know... dumb!"

Suddenly I gasped. "Markie!" I cried. "I don't believe you're dumb! I... uh... never thought that. I mean... look at you. You're a great soccer player. You've fixed my car more than once when it wouldn't start. You've taught little children to skate and to ride bikes. You give them hope and make people believe in themselves. No, Markie you're not dumb. I mean... if you were dumb, you would have never been able to do those things. So never ever, EVER let anyone tell you that you're dumb! OK?"

Markie smiled at me, yet somehow, she was still unhappy. I didn't feel that good myself. But then, I had an idea. I staggered over to our old rickety upright piano. I cleared my throat and began to play and sing , "Ooooo, you make me live." Yes, I sang the song 'You're My Best Friend,' a song I had learned by ear from Mom's old 'Queen' album. By the end, Markie was in tears... and so was I.

"Oh... Lori! That was bee-yew-tiful!" she said. "You made me cry!"

"I made ME cry too," I confessed. And so, we sat on the couch again. I threw my legs on her lap and leaned close. "Markie, I'm gonna say a 'wordy-dird!'"

"Oh!" she gasped.

And so I leaned to whisper in her ear. "My mom's working late today. So... let's go back to my room and fuck!" I whispered.

Markie broke into giggles and covered her mouth.

And so, we had a little time to spare behind my closed door as we made passionate love on the carpet. We tribbed, 69'd, buzzed each other-- the works! And it's a good thing my mom was out because she would have defitately heard our moans and squeals of orgasmic pleasure! Eventually, we were cuddling naked under the covers of my bed after having several orgasms apiece. "Y'know Markie," I said softly in the afterglow. "If we were to just lay here in each other's arms for a thousand years, it would still go by too fast." Markie only grinned. Yes, feeling the warmth of her body was the best reminder that I was not alone in the world. And so we snuggled a while longer until we decided we better get dressed before my mom would get home.

Several months later, I can recall watching Markie and her mom getting into the car one Saturday morning for her game. I couldn't go this time because I had a doctor's appointment to get my leg X-rayed for the millionth time. It seemed somewhat chilly, yet Markie wore no pants over her soccer shorts. She had on a light jacket above, but left her gorgeous legs and knees bare, which I took an extra long look at. I waved at them, and Markie waved back with her trademark grin. "Good luck!" I cried.

"You too!" she replied before sitting down and closing the door. I watched the car vanish down the street. I figured we'd have some time later in the afternoon to just sit around and be ourselves together. But they never came back the whole day, even long after we had come back. I figured that perhaps they had a busy day with errands, or maybe Markie stayed to referee some of the children's games. But when the sun had nearly set, the doorbell rang. Mom answered. It was Mrs. Macintosh. She was very distraught. I swore I heard her crying, but I waited a few moments before I stumbled into the living room as fast as my leg brace would allow. She WAS crying. She was sitting on the couch as Mom had her arm around her. But sensing my presence, Mom slowly looked up at me. "Uh... Lori," she said with a most somber voice. "Markie's in the hospital!"

"What?" I gasped with a dry mouth.

"Markie collapsed today on the soccer field. It would appear that she had uh... cerebral hemorrhage. It's uh... well, just one of those things that can happen. It's always been a risk with her... uh... condition and... Mrs. Macintosh says they have to watch her closely. She hasn't waken up yet."

Suddenly, my heart sank. Now, I knew what it felt like to have a heavy safe dropped on you like they do in those old cartoons. But this was no cartoon. I froze in time. I didn't know what to say. I sat there in that chair helpless. No, it couldn't be true. Surely I misunderstood. I denied it all. But all I could do was just sit there. And I too felt the hot tears of despair rolling down my cheeks.

The next day, I drove to the nearest store and bought a 'get-well' card. However, I typed my own additional message on my computer. Once I printed it up, I cut the margins down so it would fit in the card. But as I read what I wrote, I cried again.

"My Dearest Markie: I'm suffering now too. When I heard what happened, I lost the will to do anything. Please, fight it. Come back home to us. I love you." And so, I took the paper and wiped my tears with it, leaving it wrinkled with water and salt from my own eyes as a testimony to my grief. Then, I placed it in the card and stuffed the envelope. I raced down to give to Mrs. Macintosh. "Please give this to her when you go to the hospital today. Even if she's still under, please put it in her room," I begged.

"You bet I will, honey!" she promised.

And so, all I could do was wait for her report later on Markie's condition. Three days later, Mrs. Macintosh drove me to the hospital with her. I was allowed back in the Intensive Care Unit for a few minutes. All I could do was press my face up to the glass of her room. There she lay motionless on the bed with a multitude of tubes going every which way and monitors flickering. "C'mon, Markie," I whispered. "Go, Markie! Go!" I cheered her in the manner I had always done for her on the soccer field, and the very manner she had always coaxed me. Yet again I felt powerless. Before I walked way, I just had to say, "I love you, Markie."

Then there was more waiting. I could hardly pay attention at school. It took all my best efforts to not cry. Doing homework took all afternoon, because I couldn't get Markie's condition off my mind. It hung like a heavy darkness over me. All I could do was wait. Wait, wait, and wait some more. Each day passed like a year as we waited to hear news from the hospital.

But eventually the waiting came to an end. So did an era. Sometimes, mankind can't conquer the powerful forces of nature. When I heard the news, it was as if all life had drained away from myself. And so, on that darkest day of my life, I stood at the microphone in the chapel before all the mourners. I sang for the funeral. "What wondrous love this is, oh my soul, oh my soul..." Hot tears ran down my cheeks as I sang, but I sang the best I could. I gave Markie my best.

After the service, six of Phillip's friends from the police force carried the casket to the hearse, all of them well poised in perfect full uniform complete with white gloves. I walked behind as an honorary pallbearer, hobbling on my leg brace, whishing I could bear the weight along with them. Once we stepped outside, I could hear Mrs. Macintosh say to her son, "For God's sake, Phillip. Get off the force! At least wait until you bury me before you trade bullets with junkies. It's not fit for a woman to bury her own children rather than the other way around!"

"I'll see, Momma," he muttered begrudgingly.

"They killed your father," continued Mrs. Macintosh. "His uniform and badge didn't save him. You're following in his footsteps all the way to the grave!"

However, we boarded the limo that followed right behind the hearse. There I sat with Phillip, his pregnant wife Holly, their toddler son Caleb and the six uniformed cops. I must have looked out of place in my short black skirt and bare bony knees. But I knew how much Markie loved seeing my bare knees anyway. And as we rode along, Phillip held three-year-old Caleb on his lap. The poor boy hardly knew what was going on. I cried for him too. He shouldn't have to grow up without his Aunt Markie. But what could I do?

But finally, Phillip leaned over to speak quietly to me. "Lori, there's something I must tell you," he said. "On her... last day, I placed the card you sent her on her bed. I put in on the blanket right over her tummy and whispered in her ear that you were thinking about her. Thirty minutes later when they told us she had passed on, we went back in the room. And I kid you not, her hands were folded across the card. But you see, before, her arms were at her side. And there was the faintest hint of a smile on her face. I swore I saw it!" And so for the first time since I heard she had collapsed, I smiled.

Then a brief graveside service followed, where she was to be interred right next to her father, Lt. Phillip Macintosh Sr. The stone read 'Marcella LeeAnn Macintosh.' It was the first time I had known her full name. But afterward, Mrs. Macintosh finally approached me and put her arm about me. "Lori, dear, I... I just wanted to say you sang so beautifully. Thank you!"

"Well, thanks for letting me do something," I replied.

And soon we all walked away. Eventually, my mom had her arm around Mrs. Macintosh as they spoke softly. But as for me, I dared to approach their minister with the age old question, "If there really is an all-powerful benevolent god, then why do things like this happen to people like Markie? Why don't the serial killers and rapists drop dead of strokes instead?" I suppose I was feeling some anger as well over the ordeal.

The old man gently put his arm around me with a slight smile. "I... I don't really know, Miss Grimes," he said with a soft voice. "I'm wondering that myself right now, just like you. I'm sure we all are. I don't believe that there are always easy answers, and sometimes there are just no answers at all. But I believe in hope and love. That's what we look to in order to get through these painful things that we sometimes don't understand."

I guess after that, I was a lot less angry. But I was still suffering. I feared I would for a long time.

But that was not the end. That was the beginning. As I slept restlessly that night, I swore I felt a kiss on my cheek. Thinking it was mom, I rolled over and opened my eyes, but my room was still dark and empty. It didn't happen just once, but many times. I thought I was losing my mind. Eventually, Mom sent me to grief counseling because I had practically shut down. I guess it was necessary because my grades began to slip. However, in spite of the pain, I pulled myself together and once again worked hard. I swore I heard Markie telling me to work hard and do my best. Graduation day came. I was afraid I'd cry as I walked across the stage because Markie was not out in the audience. I went to college that fall and hung her moon-landing painting of 'One Giant Leap' on my dorm wall. I had Markie's soccer photo on my desk. And that's how it was until graduation.

A few more years passed, and some of my old friends gained fancy homes and new cars. But as for me, I had a small flat above the school. Yes, I founded a school with a few colleagues of mine who had studied education and psychology. But I wasn't rich. This wasn't some snooty academy for the well-to-do kids. No! It was called "Markie's Treasure Chest!" Now mind you, the school's name implied that learning and knowledge was the so-called 'treasure.' However, I alone knew the 'super secret' second meaning! This was a school for the disabled children of the community who required special education. Some of them couldn't pay to get in. But none were denied entrance. Therefore, we often depended on the willing charity of others to keep the school running, as well as occasional outside work. But it was my mission.

There in the foyer hung a large portrait of Markie in her soccer uniform, smiling wide at all who entered, giving a most warm welcoming feeling to visitors and students. Below her portrait were her immortal words in bold letters, "You never know what you can do until you try." It became our slogan. From the ceiling hung Markie's old radio-controlled airplane with a sign saying, 'Soaring to new heights!' And everyday I walked the halls hobbling in my leg brace, trying to emulate Markie's eternal optimism. The students were of varying abilities. Many had Downs Syndrome. A few of them were confined to wheelchairs or hobbled about on walkers. But since Markie would have believed in them, I resolved I would too. And so, I made it as much as a 'real' school as possible, complete with field trips to various places, student performances in a stage in the gym, and we even had our own soccer team, complete with cheerleading. Whenever we took a trip, Phillip would show up and do the driving with a bus that his church would lend us for free. And he did get off the force, somewhat. He now worked in the crime lab for the DA's office. But he donated a lot of time and service for us that he might be a part of the school that carried his sister's namesake.

Every once and a while, I swore I saw Markie in the halls, or in the gym! I would blink or wipe my glasses and she'd be gone. But then I would see her again somewhere else. Naturally, I told no one. I knew they wouldn't see her. Only I could see her. She'd be smiling at me. Other times, she'd pat a child on the back who was busy at some endeavor or another. One time, I swore I saw her holding a Downs Syndrome girl's feet as she attempted a headstand in the gym. Nobody else saw her or knew she was there. But I knew. Sometimes I'd hear her voice. One time, I swore she said, "Don't be sad! Be happy. This is a happy place!"

A year after the school's opening, I was sweeping the foyer one morning when a woman came in with a ten-year-old girl. At first glace, I could see she had Williams Syndrome. She had an 'elfin' face-- large cheek bones, puffy lips and a wide smile with over-sized teeth typical of the genetics of the disorder. "Excuse me," said the mother. "I'm looking for who's in charge."

"I'm Lori Grimes," I replied as I looked at the daughter shyly smiling. "I'm the director here. May I help you?"

"Yes, uh... I wanted some information about this school. Uh, this is my daughter Madison and I'd like to find a school that would er... meet her needs."

"Hello Madison," I said warmly. "That's the prettiest smile I've seen today." Then, I looked at the mother. "We can sit down in my office for a cup of coffee and I'll gladly tell you about our facility here."

And so we sat in my small humble office for a while as I explain the function of the school. I sat in a chair facing them without the cold barrier of a desk between myself and others. I looked over Madison's assessments from all the testing she had taken. Madison stared back with her trademark 'ear-to-ear' grin with her dress bunched up and her panties showing. But as I spoke to both mother and daughter, it happened again. I swore I saw Markie right there in my office. I kept on talking, giving no hint I was seeing a hallucination. Markie stood behind Madison's chair with her hands on her shoulders smiling wide in approval. She played with the two bushy pigtails ever so gently and tenderly. Then, she leaned down and tenderly kissed little Madison on the cheek. "Uh... Mrs. Riley," I stammered as I saw it happen. "I believe in my heart that we can do wonders for Madison, and that she can also do wonders for us," said. After all, if Markie approves of her, I couldn't go wrong. "But I'm sure you've heard that from everyone. And if you wish to check other schools, well... I won't be offended. We want the parents' full confidence in us when they enroll their children." I blinked, and Markie was gone. Madison smiled at me with her wide 'ear-to-ear' toothy grin, almost giving the illusion that she knew she had just been kissed. I swear, it was the sweetest thing I ever did see.

"Well... it's just a hard decision for me," replied the mother. "I mean, I like what I see here very much but..." Then I saw Markie again, this time gently hugging the mother as if to console her. "Well... I'm so tired of looking and enrolling and then being disappointed a few weeks later. However, for some reason, I feel better about this place than any other before. I believe I'll sign her up."

"Well, you may bring her here for a week, free of charge with no obligation. And then if you think she'd do better some place else, there'd be no hard feelings," I said.

"Mamma! Does that mean I can go here?" Madison asked with excitement in her glowing eyes.

"Yes honey, we're gonna try this place."

"Yay!" she shouted. Suddenly, she leapt from the chair and gave me a hug. It was a pleasant surprise.

"Oh Madison, I'm very excited about having you here," I replied as I hugged her back. Because she was wearing a short dress, I dared to wrap one arm about her soft bare legs as I hugged her. I felt as evil as anything as I felt my crotch grow tingly at the sensation of her warm silky flesh, yet it looked rather innocent to her mother. It took all my willpower to keep from running my fingers up and down her legs in a soft caress. And thus she joined the student body. Her mother always sent her in short dresses and 'Mary Jane' shoes. She had the cutest little bare legs along with the most angelic sweet smile on the Earth! Though I loved all my students and found them rather charming, Madison was a complete crown jewel to our clients. I dared to plan various ways of seducing her, yet could find no opportunities. Besides, I didn't want to violate her mother's trust. Only time would tell. However, as she became very clingy, opportunities kept coming when I could squeeze her legs and panty-clad bottom. I'd kiss her cheeks and forehead and run my fingers through her silky hair. Oh, how I longed to take her to bed like a teddy bear and hold her tightly next to me. And she was so trusting, I knew she would have. In my rancid mind, I could imagine her squeaky girlish moans as she reached orgasm by way of my touching. But all of this I kept buried deep inside as it slowly ate away at my soul from within.

But I finally settled down, socially that is. Of all people, my old friend Emma came in one day looking for a job. We had been in touch with an occasional lunch and dropping emails. But this time, she was in tears. She was disillusioned after several years of teaching 4th Grade and wanted something more. "That creep Jacob strung me along all through college and wouldn't marry me," she said. "And then to deal with those hoodlums all day long..." Yes, the poor girl was nearly in fits. "I even told him I was pregnant and the creep didn't care!"

"Well... are you?" I asked.

"No but... he didn't know that. He would have deserted me and the baby if I was."

And so I put my arm around her and gently rubbed her back. "Trying to get pregnant to trap him would have been very... er... disastrous."

"I know," she said as she cried.

"I mean... this isn't high school anymore. You've gotta stop believing everything a cute guy says and quit craving attention."

"Are you gonna lecture me or hold me?" she snapped with ire.

"OK, I'm sorry," I replied softly. "I'll sit quietly and let you ride out this 'estrogen moment.' Take all the time you need, dear."

Eventually, I took her around the school, showing her that this was not a world of fancy cars and preppy clothes, but of service and sacrifice. As she chatted with our students, she seemed somewhat relaxed and natural in their presence. But then she spied Madison! "Oh mah gaawwd," she gasped. "Look at her! She's soooooo darling! I mean, totally adorable! I'm gonna cry!"

I chuckled wickedly. "There's no escape from her spell," I said.

Madison screeched a long, "Hiiiiii!" to the total stranger and hugged her tight. "Are you a new teacher?" she asked with slurred speech.

"Well... maybe," stuttered Emma. "Oh, you're such doll! I could just take you home with me!"

I cleared my throat. "Not the best thing to say to her," I mumbled. "Williams Syndrome kids are too trusting with strangers. We have to work with them on that. Phillip was in here last week wearing his badge, talking to kids about 'Stranger Danger!'"

And so I let her work a few days with the kids just so she'd understand what this place was all about. On the third day, she came to me and said this was the place for her. "Did Madison have anything to do with your decision?" I asked with a wicked grin.

"Well, she was part of it," I confessed. "I just feel like, well... I can't walk away from these kids."

"Well, if you feel that way, then I'll beg for you to stay with us," I said. "So, are you back living with your mom?"

"Yeah, I need a few paychecks before I can get an apartment."

"It's a long drive to the old neighborhood from here," I said. "You can stay in my small flat upstairs until then. Y'know, save some gas money."

That evening as we prepared for bed, Emma kept ogling over how sweet and cute Madison was. I laughed because I knew exactly how she felt and was glad I wasn't alone. When she came out of the bathroom, she was in nothing but a tee and silky panties displaying her beautiful cheerleader figure and bronze shiny flesh, especially on her bare thighs. But I resolved I'd make no moves. The only problem was that I had only one bed. It was a full-size, but still, it proved awkward. "Now, you can take the bed if you want," I said. "I won't make you sleep on the couch." And so I brushed my teeth and put on my own sassy little nighty. I unstrapped my leg brace and turned out the light. "Well, sleep tight," I said as I limped over toward the door to go sleep on the couch.

"Where are you going?" asked Emma. "Aren't you gonna come to bed?"

"Well... I... I was going for a drink of water," I stuttered. I had figured that 'Miss Popular' would be far to uncomfortable in sharing a bed, but apparently not. And so I left and returned to the bedroom and slid under the covers.

But instantly, Emma pulled me close to her. "Thanks for letting me stay," she said quietly as I felt her pat me on my bare leg.

"Of course," I replied, now growing very horny but frustrated.

"Lori..." she said with hesitation. "You've always been a good friend. I'm sorry I didn't spend more time with you and Markie."

"I'm not worried about it," I assured her as I closed my eyes.

But I felt her hand gently squeeze and rub my thigh. "Lori I... I... I'm horny as hell!"

My eyes flew open. Even though I knew what was going to happen, I still resisted. Her direct approach was somewhat unsettling. But I long known that hormones always trump reason. "Don't tell me you've waited until now to come out of the closet," I said.

"I... I told Jacob I was pregnant to scare him off," she confessed. "But still, I was very upset!"

"But if that's true, you wanted to get rid of him."

"But it's still a terrible thing to do. I mean, getting dumped sucks, even if you want out!"

"Emma, you're a mess," I said with a giggle.

"Look, dweeb! Are you gonna lecture me or... y'know... do something?!"

"Well..." I said as I rolled over to face her, putting my arm around her. "I suppose I could tell you the secret meaning of the school's name. I mean, I could show you what 'Markie's Treasure Chest' really is."

"Oh, what's that?"

And so, I wobbled out of bed and produced the box from beneath. It was the one that had been Markie's with all her 'supplies' inside. "This is her treasure chest," I whispered. "And these are the things we used to play with."

And so, we opened the box and went to work. It's a good thing the school was vacant below because Emma was the loudest cummer in the world! "Ooooh! Oh-gawd, Lori! Ooooooh fuuuucccck!" she screamed as if being tortured when she came all over the toy and me. When she finally clamed down, she lay sprawled on the bed in a euphoric, post-orgasmic stupor from Markie's toys. "Good ol' Markie!" she said in a daze. "What a nice treasure chest! And what a beautiful angel she was!"

"Yes!" I said. "I know!"

And thus to sum it all up, Emma never moved out. And we were content to keep just one bed in the apartment. It was all we needed! And occasionally, Emma would claim to feel kisses on various parts of her body, even if I were out of arms reach. Later, she too claimed to have imagined seeing Markie out and about. She was a little freaked, thinking she having fits.

But as for Madison, being a 'savant' common among Williams Syndrome kids, she melted into the school rather well. Sometimes she's tutor other children of less ability with cheering and enthusiasm. She went from 'plinking' on the piano to playing with one hand, then two. When we had the school talent show for the parents, family and friends, she sat on the stage and played 'Fur Elise' with wondrous precision. Afterward, the audience stood and applauded like none ever heard in Carnegie Hall! Madison bowed over and over, blowing kisses to everyone with her trademark elfin smile. But among those applauding in the audience, one of them was Markie! She clapped and cheered the loudest. I swore I saw it!

PS: And as to what happened between Madison and myself, if anything, or she and Emma for that matter, I have chosen not to disclose. I will neither confirm nor deny anything. But that was my childhood and that's how I got to be where I am now. Goodnight!