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Subject: {ASSM} Tom's Diary 3-25-02 {Gina Marie Wylie} (teen, mF, con)
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The following is fiction of an adult nature. If I believed in
setting age limits for things, you'd have to be eighteen to read
this and I'd never have bothered to write it. IMHO, if you can
read and enjoy, then you're old enough to read and enjoy.
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All persons here depicted are figments of my imagination and any
resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly a blunder on my
part.
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Official stuff: Story codes: teen, mF, con.
If stories like this offend you, you will offend ME if you read
further and complain. Copyright 2003, by Gina Marie Wylie.
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I can be reached at gmwylie98260@hothothotmail.com, at least if
you remove some of the hots. All comments and reasoned
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Monday, March 25, 2002
When I awoke, Jenny was gone. I walked down the hall and found
the bathroom free, so I hopped in the shower. Mom had, I
thought, done something very useful yesterday; it was going to be
very convenient going bare between bedroom and shower rather than
having to be dressed.
I returned to my room, saw Jenny was now in hers. She smiled
when she saw me bare. She was already dressed and was headed
downstairs.
When I got to school, almost at once I ran into Tony. He didn't
look too down, and I waved to him. He came over and said, "What
a mess. Sue Ellen told me she told you about it."
I nodded, remembering what else had happened as well. Me and
Sue Ellen, JR and Sue Ellen... "Your father get home ok?" I
asked, interested in changing the subject.
"Oh yeah. But he's got a court date; lucky for him, he never
actually picked up a gun." That wasn't exactly what I'd heard
from Sue Ellen, but I knew enough not to tell him I'd heard
different.
"You hear anything about Parker?" he asked, and I shook my head.
"The team has a pool for the first day he comes back to school.
I have next Monday."
"You're off the football team?"
"Suspended," Tony said. "It's all crap, really crap. Coach is
the one who gives us the shit. It's not something you can go
down to South Phoenix and buy on a street corner, or drop in to
your local pharmacy and plunk down a prescription for. The worst
is, I decided I didn't want to use it; the stuff makes you look
all weird. Coach told me I had to use it or lose my position. I
told him, so long as I was making catches, running the ball in...
he'd be pretty damn stupid dropping me from the team. So, I'm
suspended until mid-June. Just in time for football training
camp. It's all bullshit." He waved towards school, "I gotta get
going, see you later!"
At lunch, Shannon came and sat with me, and we held hands under
the table. Tony and Sue Ellen joined us. "Parker didn't come
today," Tony said smugly. "I'm still on track to win the pool!"
I explained to Shannon, and she laughed. "I'd have bet my
heart! I never want to see him again!"
Just before the bell was going to ring, Tony gestured to me, and
we got up and walked towards the main building. "My old man had
a major cow about Sue Ellen and me. Sue Ellen and I had been
talking anyway about maybe broadening our horizons." I looked at
him, curious. "So, we're kind of thinking, maybe like going our
own ways for a while."
"I sorry to hear that," I told him, speaking neutrally. And
hoping that it wasn't an idea I'd help put in Sue Ellen's head.
Or wherever the idea had gotten put.
"Oh, we're still gonna fuck, just not be like, going steady. At
least for a little while." Tony said. "I wanted to say that if
you wanted to go out with Sue Ellen... I'd not freak out or
anything."
"Tony..." I shook my head. "I'm just not a fan of big hooters,
okay? It's not that I don't like Sue Ellen as a person; but
jeez, the thought of those bouncing around in the throes of
passion! You're used to getting beaten on the head. Me, I'd
probably get knocked out."
He guffawed, clapped me on the back. "Oh, they're big, sure!
But they don't bounce around that much!" He dwelled delightedly
on the word 'that.' Then the bell rang, and we both headed to
our afternoon classes.
After school, Shannon had asked me to meet her, and I did.
"Come over tonight, would you Tom? After dinner?" I nodded, and
she left, saying she was going to meet her mom, and then they'd
go pick up Elizabeth.
I drove to the junior high, picked up JR and Jenny, and we went
back home. There was a car parked in front of our house, and
when I pulled up I saw Ms. Johannsen get out, along with a man.
They walked to meet us before we could get inside.
"Jennifer, we'd like to talk to you," the social worker told
her. "This is Detective Harris."
She turned to me. "I left messages for your parents; they
haven't returned them yet. This has come up rather quickly;
ideally, they should be here. Yet, it was you Miss Reese asked
to have by her side Saturday." She turned back to Jenny. "Does
that still hold true, Jennifer?"
"Yes, ma'am," Jennifer said firmly. "I want Tom Ferguson at my
side."
We went inside, and JR promptly vanished, the detective was the
one who spoke first. "There is no easy way, Miss Reese, to give
someone bad news. I'm sorry to tell you that your mother was
found this morning by your father; she's been badly beaten. And,
it turned out, raped as well. She regained consciousness shortly
after noon, and told us that your brother had done it.
"We looked for him at school, but couldn't find him."
"I know I'm not supposed to talk," I said, watching Jenny and
not the government people, "but Sam is friends with Keith
Driscoll and Roger Parker. He might be with one or both of
them."
The detective started writing a note. "You know where they
live?"
I shrugged, "I could find out, quickly enough." I went to the
phone, called Penny, and she told me Roger's address, and while
she didn't know the street address, knew which house was Keith's.
I didn't tell her why I was asking, went back and relayed the
information to the detective. He excused himself to use the
phone himself.
Ms. Johannsen looked steadily at Jenny for a minute; Jenny
looked down and away. "Tell me, Jennifer, was there another
reason you left home? Besides the differences with your parents
about who you were friends with?"
Jenny looked up at me, and I decided in a flash. "You can't get
Sam in more trouble than he already is, Jenny. And he could hurt
someone else. You have to tell."
So, when the detective was back, Ms. Johannsen asked the
questions, and Jenny reluctantly answered them. It was painful,
several times Jenny nearly broke down; did when she was talking
about her cat. Ms. Johannsen was patient, polite, and above all,
non-judgmental; the detective even more so.
I saw Mom, standing a few feet away, right after that; her face
pale. I'd been so wrapped up in things, I hadn't heard her come
in. Mom went over and sat down next to Jenny, put her arm around
her.
Mom looked at Ms. Johannsen. "I think Jennifer's had enough for
right now," Mom said levelly.
The social worker looked at the detective, who nodded.
"Obviously," Ms. Johannsen murmured, "this isn't going to stop
here."
Mom nodded. "I'm sure Jennifer will cooperate; but please, let
her set the pace." Mom looked like she was going to cry. "This
is hard enough to listen to. To have lived it..." She shook her
head, "I have trouble imagining what it would be like."
The social worker sighed. "There are a million more questions I
could ask, I'm afraid the detective or one of his people are
going to ask most of them at some point in time. Jennifer,"
Jennifer looked at the woman. "I know you never meant to hurt
your mother; there is blame enough for all here. It is important
to speak up when wrong is being done, no matter how painful it
might seem to be. But that's the judgment of those of us who
weren't there, who didn't have to endure."
There was a tone from the policeman's radio, he got up and went
across the room. When he came back, I wasn't sure what his
expression was. Not a happy camper, I thought.
"You will read about it in the newspapers," he said abruptly,
then held out his hand to me. I shook it, mystified.
"Your information led officers to the home of Keith Driscoll.
There, three young men had a fourteen-year-old girl they'd
kidnapped earlier. They'd beaten and raped her and were getting
ready to kill her."
The silence in the room was profound, then Jenny was hugging Mom
and crying. I reached out, touched Jenny's shoulder.
"Who was the girl?" I asked the policeman, and he shook his
head. "We aren't going to tell anyone Jennifer Reese's name, we
aren't going to tell this girl's name either."
I silently prayed it wasn't someone I knew; then realized that
was stupid. Someone was hurting, and I wished whoever she was,
that she would recover. And if there was any way I could help
her, I would.
I also needed to talk to Tony; this was almost certainly going
to bring to light the weekend escapade with Roger. Even if
they'd only mentioned Jennifer's brother and Keith Driscoll;
Roger just had to be number three. "I need to make a phone
call," I told them, then walked quickly to the phone.
Tony wasn't at home, wasn't at Sue Ellen's, but she gave me a
number of one of the football team players and he was there. I
explained to Tony what had happened; there was a long silence
when I finished. "He really was a shithead, wasn't he?" Tony
said levelly. "Stupid bugger didn't learn a thing."
"Yeah, but it might look like you guys triggered him to go off
the deep end, Tony. You could be in trouble, big trouble."
"Well, thanks for the heads up, Tom," he said, then hung up. At
first, I was a little angry at his abruptness, then I realized he
was at the house of one of the guys who'd left with him Friday
night; odds were, they were going to try to come up with
something of a plan. I silently wished him luck; odds were that
he was going to need it.
Then I called Shannon, made sure she and Elizabeth were safe; I
explained what had happened to her. When I got back to the
living room, Ms. Johannsen and the detective were getting ready
to leave.
"We will talk to Jennifer's parents," Eleanor Johannsen told us.
"It is likely they will want to continue the arrangements for
their daughter; if that were to change..." She met my eyes, then
Mom's. "I'd have to recommend that Jennifer not be allowed to
return home. In that event, we would have to do due diligence,
in regards to your suitability as foster parents, because
Jennifer would have to become a ward of the state. Would you be
willing to undertake that process? It is intrusive, there are a
lot of personal questions, visits... some of them unannounced."
"Oh," Mom asked dryly, "like we knew in advance Saturday or
today? It's not something we would seek out, but if necessary,
will gladly undertake." They left, leaving us to cuddle Jenny;
JR came down and joined the group hug; when Dad got home, he did
too.
"I'm sorry," Jenny said at last.
"Don't ever be," Dad said, kissing her on the forehead. "Life
isn't always a smooth, easy ride. For some of us, the bumps can
be particularly nasty. We love you, Jennifer, we do. The good
and the bad. I mean, like Ellen should be fixing dinner about
now, but I don't really blame her for not getting right on it."
He was grinning, so we all laughed. "I think," Mom said, "the
budget will survive going out to eat tonight." She grinned at
us. "Then we can come back and hit the books, right?"
JR and Jenny groaned, I merely shrugged. "I want to go over to
see Shannon later."
Mom huffed a sigh. "If we invite them to go with us, they'll be
upset."
"Mary's going to start Wednesday at the firm," Dad said.
"Junior assistant clerk or some such. She has the drug test to
pass, but that won't be a problem."
We went to dinner at a seafood place, rather nice. I got
dropped off at Shannon's; Mary had promised to bring me home
later.
Mary hugged me when I came in, then Shannon; I was a little
surprised when Elizabeth did too. "This is for helping stop
those boys," Elizabeth said. "Thanks."
"It's been on the news; they didn't say anything about you or
anything, but that Sam had been arrested; he's old enough so that
they are going to try him as an adult." Mary went on. "It's
lucky Jennifer got out when she did."
I couldn't meet her eyes, and Elizabeth gasped, and said, "Oh
no! That's why she's gay! How long, Tom?"
I knew they were friends, I knew how much Jenny wanted to be
closer. Would this help or hurt? The truth isn't always a good
idea, I thought. What was this going to do? "Please," Elizabeth
repeated.
"Five or six," I replied.
Mary turned pale. "Five or six years?"
I shook my head, "Since she was five or six. Call it all of her
life, just about. All that she can remember." I looked at them.
"I know you all want to give her your sympathy, but that's not
right. She's dealing with it; not always well, but she's dealing
with it. One day at a time." I grinned, "And in her own way.
Being gay isn't the worst of all possible worlds."
Mary blushed, and I remembered she'd spent yesterday afternoon
with Mom. Elizabeth noticed, and gave one of her rare smiles,
breaking the somber mood.
"Why don't you two run along. Elizabeth can read; Shannon you
are behind on practice hours," Mary said to her daughters.
I met Shannon's eye, and she grinned and then nodded.
Mary tugged me by the hand, led me down a hallway. "This is
Shannon's room," she said, when we were inside, holding hands.
"I'm terrified Bill will change his mind now and come back." She
sighed.
"I called his work today; they said Friday had been his last
day. Later, I got a call from a woman, she wouldn't tell me her
name. She said she worked with Bill. Said that he and a young
woman there had been pretty friendly; she thought that they had
been sneaking out at lunch for quickies. The woman quit at the
same time as Bill."
"That doesn't much sound like he'll be back any time soon," I
told her.
She nodded, "I passed the information on to the police. The
officer was very polite, but said that I couldn't expect them to
do anything about it.
"Later, I talked to the lawyer Dave sent me to." She shook her
head, "He said pretty much the same things Dave told me. That I
could hire investigators, or do it myself if I wanted, but what
was I expecting to accomplish? Did I really want him back?"
Mary looked at me.
"God, Tom! What I want is for you to make love to me! Your
mother... Oh my God! Ellen is as wonderful as you! And when I
figured that if you were with Shannon, and Elizabeth was with
Jennifer, where your dad was. And Ellen doesn't mind! And a
little later, I didn't mind either."
Mary giggled like someone her daughters' ages. "Ellen told me
not to feel guilty about who makes love to who; what's important
is that the people love each other. Not who they are; not how
they're related. Except, when it comes to babies, and then it's
a woman's job to be careful with her babies."
She grinned at me suddenly. "I talked with Shannon last night
after we got home. She showed me how to do something."
She reached down, unzipped my jeans, and then pushed them down.
Then my underpants. She knelt down in front of me, fisted my
erection, and then leaned close to take me in her mouth. Mary
used her tongue to lick up and down my shaft, while using one
hand to hold me in place. It was lovely and exquisite. Her
other hand cupped my ball sack, more exploration than anything
else, before her fingers trailed down my leg. I nearly shot off;
Mary seemed to realize I was close, and she took more of my
erection into her mouth, her tongue dancing on the head. I did
shoot off then.
She stood up, her eyes bright. "In all my years with Bill, not
only did I never do that, or imagine doing that -- I don't think
he ever did either."
"Imagination is good," I agreed, starting to unbutton her
blouse. I pulled it out of her slacks, before sliding my hand
inside her soft bra to cup her small breasts and large nipples.
I pushed her bra; it slid easily out of the way.
I leaned down, kissing one of her breasts, sucking on her
nipple. Mary's fingers ran through my hair, and she groaned with
desire. "God, Tom! You have no idea how good it is to have you
want me!" She reached down between us, took my now erect again
organ in her hand. "I want this, Tom! I want this as deep
inside me as you can get it!"
I undid her slacks, and she helped me push and pull them down.
She pulled me atop her in the bed, and I pushed inside her. Mary
had been the tightest adult I'd ever been with, and this time I
was expecting a little trouble; but she was almost as wet as if
I'd eaten her out. I slid inside and she pulled me more tightly
into her.
I started rubbing and kissing her breasts, while I began to move
into her. She reached down, tugging on my head, and kissed me,
hard and furious. I kissed her back, and for the longest time we
moved together, until I came at last; a moment later Mary came,
while I was still pressing deeply inside her.
We kissed more gently, while I lay lightly stroking her breasts.
Mary's eyes regarded me gravely. "A month ago, I would have
told you love was holding onto my husband, raising my daughters
and being content," Mary whispered. "It took my husband not a
quarter hour to prove to me that I had no clue what love was;
that my life was a shell, and I had hardly any understanding of
him at all, even over all those years.
"And as bad as these last few days have been, we're infinitely
better off than Jennifer or that girl those boys attacked.
"And above all, there is you." She kissed me gently. "All of
us have you in common, and are better off for it. I still wonder
at times, if you are driven by this," she lifted her midsection
against me, and I knew what she was talking about. "Or something
more. I think it doesn't matter, does it?"
"It matters to me," I told her. "It matters to me," I
repeated.
She smiled and nodded. "It's hard, right now, not to have
doubts." I nodded in turn and Mary went on. "And, I think, when
I've worked through everything, the doubts will have turned to
new beliefs, and maybe I'll have a firmer grip on my life. And
hopefully Shannon and Elizabeth will have learned something as
well."
I nodded, and she smiled. "Time, I think, for us to get on with
the mundane chores of living." We stood and dressed, although I
was more interested in watching. Mary laughed, and shook her
head. "I love you, Tom Ferguson! I have no idea why, but I
do."
Before we went back into the main part of the house, she tugged
on my arm. "The girls and I have been spoiled for a long time.
I built my schedule today around the fact I wanted to take them
to school and pick them up. I'm not going to be able to do that
much longer. Adults have to spend more hours at work than kids
do in school. I'll have to be at my desk by 8 am every morning;
I'm not going to be able to leave until 4:30. I'm not sure if
I'm going to have time to drop them off. I definitely can't pick
them up."
"I already bringing JR and Jenny home; Elizabeth and Shannon
won't be a big deal."
She smiled. "I feel so guilty, asking for favors like this."
"You never have to feel guilty for asking. It's only a problem
if you start taking favors for granted."
Mary nodded. I said good night to Shannon with a long kiss,
then surprised her. "See you in the morning, 7:30," I said to
her.
Shannon looked at me, and I bowed slightly, "Tom Ferguson's
limousine service, ma'am."
Shannon nodded in understanding.
When I got home, Mom and Dad were cuddled on the couch in the
family room, Jenny and JR on the other one.
"Pretty big day, hasn't it been?" Mom asked as I came in.
I nodded. "Following a big weekend, a long week..." I shook my
head.
"Well, next week is Spring Break, you can rest up in LA," she
told me.
"Mom, do I have to go?" I asked bluntly.
"Yes," she replied equally firmly. "It's important to more than
just David and me, it's important to all of us. You don't have
to sleep with anyone you don't want to, but you need to know them
better than you do now."
I sighed, wishing it wasn't so.
I went up to my room; both JR and Jenny were in it, half asleep.
I told them I had to study, and did for an hour, until I was
nearly falling asleep. I got up, undressed, and hit the light
before joining them. JR was lying closest, so I spooned up
behind her. She reached out, took my hand, and pressed it
against her breast; I don't know about JR, but I was asleep a
second later.
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