I don’t answer him. I start with removing my top and my tits bounce free. He smirks and I wonder why number one is being so quiet. When I take a glance in his direction, I see he’s already naked with one hand on his balls and the other on his cock, slowly stroking.
Obviously one person is in charge. I just wouldn’t have guessed it was a scrawny guy. He must be a sick, depraved, weirdo, especially if he controls number one.
Each side of the brain interacts largely with just one half of the body, but for reasons that are not yet fully understood, the interaction is with opposite sides, the right side of the brain interacts with the left side of the body, and vice versa.
I had successfully avoided Detective Black for a full day yesterday, and today will be another. I don’t have any classes today, so I plan to go outside and sit under a tree and study. I’m also hoping not to daydream of my parents. I don’t know why I’m having memories sneak up on me at the weirdest moments, but sometimes I’m glad I can remember their words and the way they looked.
When I find the place where I like to hide out and not be bothered, memories from my high school years creep back. I had no friends and boys weren’t interested in me. I think it has a lot to do with me not caring what I looked like. Well, it’s not that I didn’t care; I couldn’t help my situation. My grandma only gave me fifty dollars a year to buy new clothes, and as much as I tried to find the cheapest things possible, it was hopeless to have a wide selection on so little money. Going to school every day wearing something that you only wore two days ago was not acceptable. Plus, my sense of style was unlike most girls. I wasn’t a Goth, but only dressed in all black, so needless to say I didn’t fit in that group. I wasn’t a cheerleader with a flexible body that only cared about what she wore. I also wasn’t a hippy that didn’t care what they looked like because they were too high on drugs to give a damn.
The smart students, nerds I guess you would call them, didn’t talk to me. I don’t know why either, but it seemed I had a sign plastered on my back that said ‘stay away from the girl in the Converse shoes who only likes to wear jeans and a plain shirt.’
I never thought of myself as a boring person. Wanting to be the best you could be so you could get out of a city you hated, didn’t seem too bad to me.
In my last year of high school, there was a moment I thought I might actually be pretty for once in my life. The high school heartthrob had asked me… yes me, to the senior prom. He was dreamy, very dreamy, with shaggy blond hair and a football player physique. He had dated the Jessica Rabbit equivalent for the last two years at our school. She was also the head cheerleader and did not like me one little bit. She made my life hell, pushing me into lockers every time she passed me with her posse, amongst other things. I was reluctant at first to actually say yes to Thomas. I didn’t want or need any more attention from the mean girls.
He wooed me though. Sending flowers to me in class with letters attached pleading with me. This happened for two weeks straight until he cornered me one afternoon and got down on one knee in front of his entire football team. I was embarrassed and wanted him to get up because the audience around us was growing larger. So I said yes.
He was a gentleman the whole night. I asked for a year's allowance and bought a second-hand dress. It was stunning and I actually felt beautiful for the night. It was a floor length black dress that dipped in the front and showed a lot of my back. My hair was tied up and brushed away from my face. When Thomas picked me up in a limo, I felt like Cinderella. It was then I decided that I would lose my virginity that night. I knew he wanted me in that way, he didn’t have to say it, but I felt it. He wanted more than just a date to the senior prom and I was willing to give it to him to see what all the buzz was about… sex.
When we entered the dance that night, I got death stares and at some point I thought I would disappear into the floor with some of the looks. Thomas would squeeze my waist and whisper into my ear, “Don’t even look at them, they’re jealous that I have the most beautiful girl in school.” It didn’t make me feel better. I, for one, knew I wasn’t the prettiest by any means.
Halfway through the night I needed to go to the toilet, but I was afraid to. I knew I’d be cornered and possibly someone would hurt me. So, I asked Thomas to take me to his room. He looked at me questioningly.
“You know that’s not why I asked you here, right?” He took hold of my face with his hands and I wanted to tell him he was lying. He saw the look in my face and answered my silent question. “You are stunning, Kristy, and you don’t care what others think of you. I have been watching you for a long time. I was just afraid you wouldn’t want me. I got the courage one day and thought, what the hell. Last year of school and I’m taking this beautiful girl to the dance whether she says yes or no.”