PART TWO l – the Bad Thing

  I decided to have some fun with him.

  "So, little boy. You gonna tell on us? Or… do we have to keep you quiet, hmm?"

  "I might keep quiet."

  "You gonna call the cops? Tell them what the bad girls did to you?"

  "They'll probably ask for your phone numbers. I'd rather keep you two to myself, I think."

  "I don't know, Light. What's a good way to keep him quiet. Teach him not to tell."

  "Hmm. Kick him around some. That always works. Or so I've heard, I wouldn't know, myself."

  "Yeah. Better safe than sorry…"

  I had fun getting him out and on the floor. I got her in on it. We were standing in the dark bedroom. He gave us faux "compining". We were touching him in the stomach or anywhere else with our feet, taking turns. Light giggled. Shoving him gently with one of her golden feet. Her two favorite moves, were to either shove gently on a cheek? Or step, although gently, on the small of his back. While she "warned" him about telling.

  I had her sit on the edge of the bed next to me. I was pretend mad, and made him do "kisses" and promise not to tell, or he got kicked around. She giggled.

  "Hey. Me too!"

  "You heard her. Kisses. Promises."

  She giggled.

  "Yeah, make it good."

  We sat there and "decided" if we believed him or not. She got up, and gave him a couple of gentle shoves with her foot, moving him around some. Then sat back down again.

  "Maybe. Definitely maybe."

  We got more kisses, more promises.

  "Okay. I buy it."

  She giggled as we all got back into bed. I said I'm actually tired. I think they kissed some more, but the next time my eyes opened, they were asleep. He was into me, and she was around him from behind. I didn't wake up again until the arm. Soft music on low volume had covered all the soft talk and anything else we had done all night, and kept us asleep as well. I woke up to the soft music, and beat the arm.

  I gently shook her awake, and whispered to her.

  "Twenty minutes to the arm. I don't mind, but… you wanna sneak into your room, to avoid Right? When the arm goes off, I'll come wake you up for breakfast."

  She smiled and nodded. She smiled and rubbed his head, and kissed his hair gently. She put her panties on, picked up her clothes and shoes, and peeked out the door after opening it like a burgr. She smiled and gave me a thumbs up, and crept to her room. I woke him up by shoving him gently until he roused. He looked around, and at me.

  "I sent her back to her room. So Right doesn't know. Don't worry. She'll be back soon. Hmm. And did you have fun?"

  He smiled, sheepishly.

  "Yeah, I figured as much. Go on. Get as dressed for breakfast as much as you think you need to be."

  "I need pants. I'm afraid to get a stiff-y in front of Right."

  "Well, get ready. When the arm goes off? I'm going to get Light up."

  "When did she leave?"

  "I sent her to her room a little bit ago."

  "I slept good. Did she…"

  "Yes, she slept. She seems fine."

  His face fell slightly.

  "The way she describes stuff. Christ."

  "Yeah. It would almost be too fantastic to believe, but… like your damn cranberry juice…"

  "Yeah. Even the little stuff? Too much to be a coincidence. My opinion, anyways."

  "Same here. I'm no expert, but… I don't think she's lying. I mean, if she made it up, for attention?"

  "No. She'd have talked before now. We had to drag it out of her with a grappling hook. Then, once you start getting it… she keeps coming with it, bit by bit."

  "Yeah. How's that square up with your… MP experience."

  "A victim. You finally get them talking. Then, you get the rest out of them. Then? They give more details. They should add up. When you're getting the truth? Everything falls into pce. Makes a bit of sense. Even if its strange? It makes logical sense. The whole story? Makes a strange logic. Any pyer you look at in her story? You can imagine you're that person. What would they want, what would they be after. How could they go about it. It all makes sense."

  "I wish it didn't make sense."

  "I know. Same here. Oh, and one more thing?"

  "Yeah."

  "When you're… detailing. Get the name of that young cop. You know the one. I'd like to put him on the radar of… someone."

  "Yeah. What's with that story about the mother, signing her right to prosecute away? Is that even legal."

  "I'm no expert. But… paying money, admitting no fault. Gag order on the settlement? Pretty common. Rich people settle their… shenanigans like that all the time. As far as the mother signing off on the compint? Yeah. Mother, no father. Mother has full custody… yeah. She speaks for the child, legally. You know, it doesn't even have to be 100 over 100 legal kosher. The mother gets her cash, she keeps the kid quiet. She waves off accusations. Kid knows better. It would float. Like a 14 year old would know to seek higher authority. State police, FBI. The fuck you expect outta a 14 year old girl."

  "A scratch of innocence."

  "Yeah. I'm honestly amazed she never snapped. She just… ate it, took it. Suicide, would have made sense. She admitted it looked good, first year. I could see that. Then? She… hardened up. Shut down. Learned the best physical way to accept her mother kicking her around. Even that, that's the perfect description of taking a punch, here taking a kick. You go limp, and roll back with it. You quickly learn how to time it. Its how I learned how to take a punch, when the guy's too fast for me. Down to the st little detail, she has no business knowing? I gotta say, I believe her."

  "I'm the same. Did you notice she's settling down, describing little stuff about it? Always with you present. You? Have to be there, when I try therapy. She likes you, she wants to impress you. Reminds me? Of a 14 year old with a huge crush on an older boy. And… you're the daddy figure, too."

  "That part's a little creepy feeling, but…"

  "Oh. You're getting over it, huh? You poor thing, how do you do it."

  "Ha ha. You hear how she talks about herself? I'm garbage. My holes, all three of them? Town garbage cans. Christ…"

  "Fairly typical self hate, self bme. Common across the board from rape trauma victims."

  "What do you think about the… way she picked up her soccer skills. Does that square?"

  "Eh. She was a dancer. Agility, poise, bance, grace. She wouldn't be the first dancer to get into another sport, and excel at it. And, the way she can take shots, shit's happening fast… her description of cornering the ball, using both feet to corner it. I can't picture doing it, but… it would expin her speed and accuracy. And learning to do it fast, in the dark, over time? I guess… yeah."

  He shook his head.

  "Four years. To change your life. To be dedicated, driven. To learn to do what should be impossible."

  "You changed and became a new person four years ter."

  "That's what I'm thinking."

  He threw sweatpants on over his boxers. I got underwear and my big T shirt back on. By the time the clock went off, I went and got the girls both up. It was common for me to yell at them to meet me for breakfast. Lightning peeked out, and trotted down to our room.

  I let her sit with me on the bed after closing the door. I got him in front of me, and made him turn around.

  "I wanna see this… my new belt has my team number on it…"

  I giggled as I tugged his sweatpants and boxers down. She covered her mouth with her hand. He had my team number stamped on him in marks, all over his backside. She ran her fingers, then her hands over it.

  "You can feel the numbers…"

  "Hmm. I own him now. He wears my number, just like my clothes."

  "I can't believe you two."

  "What. We're having fun. Did you have fun?"

  She nodded sheepishly, smiling. As always, like a kid.

  "So. Is he gonna keep his mouth shut? Or… do we need to kick him around some more."

  "I think he knows what's best for him… don't you…"

  I wrangled him down, and got my knees over his shoulders.

  "This is how I like it…"

  I showed her how I liked to kiss him, knees over his shoulders.

  "Hmm. Do I get a turn?"

  He went over, and she did it too. Her long legs down his back, her knees slung over his shoulders, touching his neck. She kissed differently than I did. I had way more of a hard press, probing tongue method. She had a lighter, darting gentle tongue approach. A gentle opening and closing of her lips around the whole affair. He had to learn how to kiss her, to do it her way.

  "Breakfast…"

  She looked up.

  "One minute. I'm making sure about my damn eggs…"

  She went back at it another minute or two. Whispering about her eggs, how she got them like I got them. First she'd ask in the whisper, then the delicate little mouth would open and close slowly, the wet lips scraping his. The little tongue would dart and flick while her head wiggled ever so slowly in and out of time. Then she would whisper to him, to tell her how she got her eggs. He would gaze into her eyes, and say "over easy". Then she would repeat it all over again. After a couple of minutes, she did it all again. But, this time it was how Right got scrambled or she had to make it herself. Because she wasn't as important to him as I was, as she was. Was this not correct? The lips opened and closed and scraped, the tongue darted and flicked. Another couple minutes. The st minute, was the same thing but both data items together. Eggs were coming over easy, and why. Because she had risen in importance to match me, and surpass Right.

  I sat and watched this performance. I crossed my legs, put my chin onto my palm, my elbow supported by my knee. She looked over once a minute, grinning sheepishly, shrugging and going back to it. When she was done he got some more "free" kisses. No working and answering, and mixed in with neck bites and licks, back to kisses. When she was done she smiled like a Cheshire cat. His face on hers in her hug, her knees still over his shoulders and long legs wiggling down his back. She looked over at me, shrugging and smiling.

  "I guess I'm ready for breakfast now, Hurry…"

  I was smiling and watching still. She wondered why.

  "What…"

  "First off? You have great technique. I kinda grab him and get rough and make him kiss me more. You, have a different way. And he likes it, I can tell. Look at him, you got him all hypnotized now. He's just putty in your hands… aren't you, little boy."

  She just said "Mm hmm…" and nodded her head a couple times, slowly. His five o'clock shadow scraping her cheek gently as she did, then dragging his head nodding along with hers. He was agreeing despite her getting his head nodding, I could see it in his eyes gzing over. I knew that look. I batted my eyes once and smiled, my permission and his ck of any recriminations.

  "So, you can pretty much get anything you want right now, and all you care about is your eggs?"

  "Yep. That's it."

  She was positively beaming. The little 14 year old girl had conquered daddy, as surely as mommy had already done it. Her golden prize? Her eggs, and any way she said now. Like I got them. Eyes twinkling in amusement and desire, sparkling.

  "You, don't think you should ask for anything better, while you got him in your little trance…"

  She got a furrowed brow, a slight look of confusion.

  "Uh, nope."

  "Why…"

  She closed her eyes.

  "I might be a slut, but I'm no whore. Eggs are important to me, but they don't cost anything. Why, am I supposed to ask for a 900 dolr phone now… cause I don't want one. All I want's my damn eggs. What's so bad about that…"

  "Shh. Nothing. Its fine. I didn't say it was bad, I was just curious."

  She sounded slightly concerned, and it seemed genuine.

  "Why. Am I still a good girl, if I ask for something? You said. Last night, you said."

  "Easy. You're still a very good girl. You didn't do anything bad. You ran circles around third base. No home runs. We both did. Its fine. But, what did I say…"

  This was the 14 year old emotional development baring itself. This was what people saw and thought she was acting like a dip, trying to make herself cuter and therefore more maniputive. I knew better. This was her captivating innocence and young girl charm, if you knew what and why. He wasn't annoyed anymore; he was mesmerized. She was making him feel like a 14 year old boy again, and it was powerfully intoxicating. She wasn't talking house payments and car payments and fur coats and diamonds. She could work him for anything right now? And all she would ask for, was eggs how she said. I was about to get 14 year old retionship logic and values, and its what I was interested in.

  "You said I had issues. That I had to learn to take little presents. I don't want paid. I'm not a whore. Why can't I have my eggs how I want them. Why isn't that all right. I asked nice."

  "Its fine, honey. I didn't say there was anything wrong. I'm just curious. That's all. And you're right, by the way. You're asking for a little… retionship present. You're not demanding it, you're asking nice. Its… very sweet. Are eggs really that important to you?"

  The smile came back, she was relieved. Her mouth opened and closed some more, her tongue darted some. Then she was back to me once again.

  "Oh, yeah. You know about the eggs."

  "What…"

  "Oh, come on. You, head of household. Coach's pet. This is your… special boyfriend. We all know it. We're not allowed to so much as look at him too long the wrong way, and if we wiggle past him one too many times, we might get Hurricane-d. You allow him to be my boyfriend too, right?"

  "Mm hmm…"

  "Well? You, get your eggs any special way you say. We? All get scrambled, or omelet. Or we can make it our self. Me and Right, we tried. We tried whining. We tried begging. We tried prime whining. We tried everything, see who could get it. He won't budge. Well… now I'm important at breakfast. Now I get my eggs, just how I want them. I? Get asked. Then? I can say. And Right? Gets scrambled, or she can make her own. But I'm… important now. Just like you. And Right? Isn't. And I'm not a whore, it doesn't cost anything. Its perfect."

  "Wow. Its fine, dear. And you're right. Your boyfriend should do little nice things for you. And you're nice back to him for it. Its… a very normal retionship, trading back and forth kind of thing. I just wasn't aware of the… political ramifications of the egg making at breakfast, that's all."

  "Oh, yeah. I'm… gonna gloat a little. Is that… I'm still a good girl, if I gloat, just a little?"

  "Hmm. Sure. Question, dear. Two questions, really."

  "Question one."

  "One. How are you going to expin, special eggs? To Right."

  "I don't know. Wizzy, is really bright. He'll come up with something. Won't you, Wizzy. You'll make it okay?"

  He looked at me, I batted my permission eyes that it was fine.

  "I'm sure I can come up with something. Can't very well live up to my name of the Wizard, if I can't even come up with an excuse to make eggs I guess."

  "Hmm. Fine."

  "There we go. Question two?"

  "While you have him… hypnotized and in your power… can I make a suggestion?"

  "Oh. Sure."

  "Why don't you have him ask you to go out on your second date now. You have to get a second date, to get to a third date, right? If you had fun st night circling third base, imagine what kind of fun you get to have when you're allowed to get home runs and… trips around the world, you know?"

  "You… really think I should? Okay…"

  I smiled.

  "I'd make him beg. Just a little. Show how bad he wants it."

  She smiled, and gave a little shiver. Imagining it. This was 14 year old heaven. Her crush likes her and wants her right back, and she knows it and he knows she knows. She's giddy with boundless joy. I'm smiling, I can close my eyes and go back to 14 again. Getting my first make out pool boyfriend, getting towel snaps. Eggs made her way, are her towel snaps. Her naughty compulsion? Is just demanding… eggs? Okay. Maybe all girls have a compulsion, and mine is dirty. She's less dirty than me? Christ almighty. She went back to her special way of asking, and really put her back into it. The lips, the tongue, the eye contact, the teasing nature of it. The promise of things to come, when she flicked her tongue more now. The wetter lips closing and opening. Like a fish, but sexy.

  "Do you want to ask me out on a second date, huh?"

  He did. He started asking, between her ministrations.

  "Maybe. Beg…"

  Back to it.

  "I don't know… maybe. Beg."

  And whispered begging and pleading came out of him. She stopped again, beaming more than ever, eyes alight in anticipation and contentment and looked back at me. Her legs dancing slowly on his back. The 14 year old was very happy now.

  I smiled at him.

  "You. Kisses, and begging. Now. Make it good."

  She got his hands on her ankles and little kisses, then little licks. Begging, would she go on another date with him. She covered her face with her hands, then peeked over at me smiling.

  "I thought… boys at your feet, was just a phrase."

  She giggled and enjoyed it. She kept looking at me, for when. I nodded.

  She stood up, and watched him do it some more. Then she snapped her fingers, smiling. He looked up at her.

  "Yes."

  "Great. Can we get breakfast now?"

  She looked back at me. Nodding.

  "All right. Breakfast. Both of you. Go. Shoo…"

  I locked my door and followed everyone down after we took turns with morning bathroom pit stops. Right was already sitting at the breakfast table, waiting on us. I got coffee started while he concentrated on morning meat before eggs.

  We all had coffee, around the time eggs were going to get started. He doled out coffee into mugs, I got milk and sugar out, and orange juice into little gsses all around.

  "Honey?"

  "You know how I like them."

  "All right…"

  I got over easy, on buttered toast. Meat on the side. Instant grits had repced hash brows temporarily with our athletic order at the store.

  "Lightning?"

  Oh, god. She mused over it.

  "Hmm. I want what Hurry's having."

  "Oh, all right. Fine…"

  Right looked like she had suddenly woke up in the wrong townhouse, then went back to her coffee. Egg politics. Shocking developments. Full report on the developing situation, at the noon news. Egg gate. Light got hers just like mine. Just a little gloating. Okay, more than a little. But silent gloating, which is way better.

  "That leaves you, little one. Scrambled, or… have you finally decided to be a big girl, and learn how to make eggs. So you don't starve, if me and Hurry ever move out one day."

  "Gee. Scrambled is fine."

  "Yeah… best to save your energy for working out."

  "Can I at least get an omelet."

  "Yeah, sure."

  "Great…"

  It was all I could do, not to start ughing. He had his back to us making breakfast, he had it easier.

  "All right. I'll bite. Why is Lightning suddenly an egg bitch, and I'm still picking shit with the chickens."

  Light shrugged and smiled. Wizzy to the rescue.