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 The Lolipop Principle

   {Author's Note: While I like explaining how these things happen, this
one is supernatural.  Essentially, Basiatis had to gather all the various
cybernetic entities around the world, and put them in the custody of Eugene
(The Archivist, for lack of a better term.  Originally BASIA, a translation
interface before Language was developed.  Write Once, Read Many.)

   So, I'll do it here, the short answer is that she remembers Generations.
Her mother, her Father, and not much before that, in the body of the story.
Never mind how, but in case you're wondering why she's so precocious, and
sexual for her age.  That's about all I'm going to tell you.  Also,
spelling should be intentional puns, or double entendre', if you're
bothered by it.}

   ;

   Cassandra

   I got caught, playing with my lolipop.  I told the girls, don't tell, we
can get in trouble, but someone tattled.  The principle said no, I'm not in
trouble, but she's "Concerned." Because I play with the other girls, "but
all the girls play."

   "Yes, but these games, some of the games, I hear you play are naughty."

   "I'm sorry." I know, she told me.  And I told the girls to keep the
secret.  "Who told?"

   "That's not important," it is to me.  "but what is important is where
you learned to play, like that." Who can't keep a secret?

   "Like what?"

   "They said you touched them, in bad places."

   "I'm sorry.  I know we're not supposed to go down there," but there's no
grownups.

   "Yes, it's very dangerous, but."

   "Nobody got hurt."

   "Yes, but that's not the point.  Did you go down there to take their
clothes off?"

   I shrugged.

   "She said you offered her candy, if she took her underpants off."

   "Who said?"

   "This isn't about her, but I have to assess whether you're a threat to
the other girls."

   "I didn't hurt her." If I do, they don't want to play, so I didn't at
this school.  And it was an accident, it was just once, and I never did
again.  She cried, and I was sorry.

   "Did you play this, with other girls?"

   "Uh uh?"

   "Then, by process of elimination, you should know who we're talking
about."

   "Was it Candy?"

   "Candace?" She wrote something down.  I covered my mouth.

   "Mmh." Shook my head, "Her real name's not candy, it's just pretend."

   "Well, okay.  Now, where did you learn to play, these games?"

   "A friend."

   "Is your friend a man?" No, "A girlfriend?" I nodded.  "An older girl,
or a grownup?"

   "Mommy." Mahrime'.

   "Your mother?"

   "No, not my mommy.  A mommy, she's not my real mom, she's a friend.  But
she said I could call her mommy." For pretend.

   "And did she give you candy?"

   "Uhuh?"

   "To take off your clothes?"

   "Uh uh?"

   "Did she touch you?"

   "Uh uh."

   "Then how did you learn to touch the other girls?"

   "Well, she maybe touched me, a little.  But it didn't hurt, it's fun."

   "It's not fun, it's."

   "No, it's fun!  I wouldn't play it if it wasn't." I like it.

   "Yes, of course, but it's also bad."

   "Nu uh!"

   "Yes it is, it's very bad behavior."

   "I knew it, I am in trouble, you lied!"

   "Now, don't turn this on me, calm down."

   "No!  You lied!  And your mean, for lying!  That's bad."

   "Well, you lied."

   "Nu uh?"

   "Yes, you lied about your friend touching you.  And about touching the
other girls."

   "You touched me.  You took away my lolipop."

   "Yes, but that was to protect the girls, not harm them."

   "I didn't hurt them, they like it!"

   "Yes, but it's still bad behaviour."

   "You said I'm not in trouble."

   "I know, dear.  But I have to protect the students."

   "Why?"

   "It's my job."

   "Yeahbut, you don't have to protect them from me, I don't hurt them."

   "Yes, but sexual play is not."

   "It's not sex." It's pretend.

   So, I covered my face, and opened my eyes, and poked them.  To cry, and
see if that works.  "Mh!" It hurt, "Mhmhimhin!"

   "Oh dear.  I know this is difficult for you."

   "You hurt them."

   "Now, don't."

   "No!  You spank them, and they hate it, and I hate you, your mean!" She
made me miss recess, and she says I'm bad, and hurt the girls, and lied,
and now I'm really crying.

   "Oh, dear." She picked me up.  "Shsh.  Settle down now."

   She's a grownup.  She's got boobs.  None of the other girls got boobs,
there little.  And she took my lolipop away.

   "Snh!"

   "Feel better?"

   I shook my head, "Can I have my lolipop back?" I lied.  I did feel
better.  In her lap, she sat down, so I can sit on her lap, and snuggle her
boobs.  I don't have another lolipop, to play with, but I want to.  Play
with my lolipop now.  It feels good, and her boobs feel good.  "I'll be
good."

   "Well, I'm sorry, but that was thrown out."

   "Do you have another?"

   "Let me see," she leaned over, but she just had suckers in her desk. 
"Here, what color do you like?"

   "Nhmhm!" I like lolipops!  Not stupid flat suckers, they suck.  You
can't do anything with them.  Well, "A green one." They're not as good as
like a tootsie roll pop, I can't stick it in, but I can squeeze it.  Get
nice and sticky.  Or a candy cane, those are fun too, and the peppermint
tingles, but she don't got none.  It's not Christmas.  "Himn!" But, I guess
it'll do.  I'm hot, my clothes feel hot, "Can I go," play with my sucker?

   "Now," she held it back, "Can you tell me who touched you?"

   "Hihihm, I don't want it that bad."

   "Your friend.  You call mommy, she doesn't touch the other girls, too?"

   I shrugged.  "Not here." But her boobs.  I leaned back, sighed.  In her
lap, maybe I don't have to go.  Just yet.  "Back home."

   "Oh!" I'm new here, but I made lots of friends!

   "My teacher." I nodded.

   "Your old teacher, at your old school?"

   "She was nice." They buzz, when she talks.  I like that, and she holds
onto me too.  I like her arm around me, too.  Even though it's hot.  In her
lap.  I don't need the lolipop.  She can't make me tell, like that.

   "Where did she touch you?"

   "You know." I blushed.

   "Did she touch your shoulder?"

   I nodded.

   "Your head?"

   "Oh yes!" When she was nice and sweet.

   "Your back?"

   "Yes." Just like this.

   "Your bottom?" I squirmed.

   "Huh?" I was really hot, and sleepy now, but I like it.

   I like her, too.  She's mean, but she has great boobs.

   "Kelly, did she take your clothes off, and touch you down there?"

   "Down where?"

   "In your underwear."

   "Uh uh?" I didn't have any.  She's confusing, though, and she lies.  I
wonder, "Can you keep a secret?"

   "Of course, dear." She lied, she's trying to make me tell, to get her in
trouble.  I'm not stupid.

   "I like it."

   "Well!" she put me down.  "Uh, Kelly." She was red, too.  I nodded, "I
assume you wouldn't continue the behavior if you didn't." She looked
embarrassed.

   "You touched me." I grinned.

   "No, I.  You're crying.  I was just trying to make you feel better."

   "You did," I touched her knees, "I feel way way better." Rubbed her
legs. "Now."

   "Stop that," she pushed my hands off.

   "Why?"

   "It's inappropriate."

   "Yeah." I felt down, where she couldn't push them off.  "But you like it
too."

   "No, I told you to stop!" She rolled back.

   "Shhhh!" I followed her, "You want them to catch you like this?"

   She stood up.  "Young lady!"

   "You think they'll believe you or me?" Fine.  "You lied.  So, I can lie
too."

   "You wouldn't!"

   "You like to spank the girls."

   "Some girls need discipline."

   "Yes, but you Like.  Spanking girls."

   "I don't know what you're talking about.  You." She pointed, "Don't know
what you're talking about."

   "I think you do." She backed up.  "Know, what I'm talking about." I
don't like, spanking.  It hurts, and makes me cry.  But, she wants to stop
me.  She can't stop me.  "If you get in trouble, I don't think they would
let you off, with just a spanking." I think they call it reverse
psychology, if I say I like spanking, maybe she won't do it.  In the
corner, she can't push me away.  Too hard, or she hurts me, and gets in
trouble.  "You can lose your job." She told me.  "Go to jail, if they
thought.  You're touching the girls, or you like to spank us." So, I felt
her legs some more.  "So," up her skirt, "I can lie, and tell them you
touch me." I looked up, "Or, I can lie, and say you didn't." In between her
legs.  Not all the way up, just inside her legs.  "It's okay, it doesn't
hurt like spanking.  I don't hurt girls."

   She bit her lip!

   "I make them feel good."

   "Oh!" She turned, "No, stop it.  Don't!"

   "Okay!" I stopped.

   "You won't.  You wouldn't."

   I nodded.

   "I told you the deal.  I'm going to lie about you, now.  If you touch
me, I won't tell.  But if you don't, I will."

   "That's blackmail!"

   "Oh," I shrugged.  "Okay.  Or, I can go play with the girls." I really
rather like grownups, they have boobs.  But, "You want to protect the
students, right?"

   "That's not what I ment."

   "Well, I want to play." I pouted, "I like you, and if we can't be
friends, then I have to go out, and make friends." I giggled, "I'll need
that sucker, though."

   "I can't." But she wants to.  "I have work to do."

   "I know." she left the sucker on her desk.  "So," I unwrapped it.  "I'm
gonna be good.  The rest of the day.  Pop!" Why they're called Lolipops. 
"So I can come back, after school.  For another sucker."

   "Go back to class."

   She just has to think about it.

   I did.  A lot.

   ;

   Principal (FG Fant NS)

   "Hh!" I thought she was a bad influence, I had no idea.

   She was, a lesbian.  I think.  I'm not, I have a husband, and 3
wonderful children.

   I love kids, devoted my life to them, but not like that.  I'm not a
pedophile, a child molester.

   But her voice, echoed in my head.  1 question:

   "Why?"

   You know, I didn't have a good answer?

   I have the answers, because it's wrong.  "Why?" Because it corrupts
little children.

   I can't corrupt her.  I feel as if she's trying to corrupt me.

   "No," she is.  She's trying to seduce me, she cried to get in my lap,
and for a moment, I.

   "Huh!"

   "You like it."

   No no no, of course not.  I just held her, and she stopped crying, and I
felt better because she felt better, that's all it was.

   But then she touched my legs.  My knees, and my calves, and my thighs!

   "Huh!"

   I didn't ask, if she touched her legs.

   "Oh!" I need to call her old school, how silly of me.  She can keep a
secret.

   "Huh!"

   "Pinewood Elementary, how may I direct your call?"

   "Yes, is this the front office?  Yes, this is principal Caruthers over
at Westbrook.  I recently received a student of yours, and she has been. 
HhuhH!  Ahem!" I coughed, and swallowed, "Acting out.  When I asked about
it, she admitted some inappropriate contact with one of her teachers."

   "Here?"

   "I believe so," she didn't say the school, but there weren't any others
in her records.

   "What kind of contact?"

   I covered the earpeice.  "Sexual contact."

   "You better speak with our principal."

   "Yes, that would probably be be best."

   It was nothing.  I just.  "No," it was nothing.

   "Pardon?"

   "No, not you.  Go ahead and put them on the line."

   I'll wait...

   "He's busy at the moment, can I have him call you back?"

   "Yes, of course.  My number."

   "We have caller ID.  I'll have him call you at the first opportunity,
but I have another call."

   "All right."

   "Would you like to hold or."

   "No." I just hung up, "Huh!" and sat back.

   But.  I never, have been, tempted before.  That's not good.  Why am I
even thinking about her, when she threatened me, and molested the other
girls, and lied to me, and threatened me.

   She threatened me!  With a sex-scandal, more of an ultimatum.  If I
don't she'll say I did, but does she have enough influence, over the other
girls, to create other false allegations?  Yes, 1 girl, I may be able to
explain, especially if I report the threat beforehand, and I have plenty of
witnesses to vouch for me.

   Except, I've seen this happen, so many times before.  Why, I have been
teaching for 20 some-odd years, it wouldn't be the first allegation, at
this school.  I've never been accused before, but.  I know child molestors.
I've met, dealt with, and talked to them.

   And what do they say?  "She came onto me." Yeah right, buddy.  She did,
but, "Huh!" What can I say, that I haven't heard before, from real child
molesters, and am I really seriously considering this, to keep it under
wraps?

   There's no reason to hide it, there's nothing to hide, she made a pass
at me, and I put her off, but she said "I'll come back, for another
sucker."

   No, she said "I'll be good." The rest of the day, and took the one I
gave her.  Why did I even do that?  It's supposed to be a reward, for doing
good.  Not molesting the other girls, lying, threatening, and sexually
assaulting me!  She sexually assaulted me, and I gave her a sucker?  That
doesn't look good, not to mention the fact that she uses the candy, to lure
the other girls.

   It's a game to her, but she's playing around with my life here!  My
whole life, I've dedicated to the children, and this is my reward?  It's
not thankless enough God, you have to send this child to tempt me?

   Why am I even tempted?  I'm not a pedophile, I'm not just saying that
because I'm a pedophile and they make excuses I'm.  NOT.  A pedophile.

   Then why am I tempted?  I tried, to think about something else.  The
lies, the threats, the other students, even going to the police, expelling
her, and hopefully getting her the help she needs.

   But, I'm lying to myself.  "Huh!" I'm tempted, for once in my life, I've
been teaching for decades, dealt with victims before, and why am I tempted?
Why can't I get the thought out of my head, the feeling of her in my lap,
the green sucker slipping out, and the way she licked her lips?

   "Uhn!" Damn it!  It's wrong, I've held countless kids in my lap, and
never felt, any of this.  I don't even know what this is, but I feel it. 
She got so hot, and made me feel uncomfortable, but then she touched my
legs, and her small body against my chest, crying, and the green sucker
slipping out her lips so she can lick the sweet sticky.

   "Damn it!" Pick up the phone, "What is it?"

   "Call from a." SHe checked, "Principal Smithers at Pinewood Elementary?"

   "Thank you Gladys." I took a deep breath, "Put him through." Line 2
flashed, so I hit that.  "Yes?"

   One thing's for sure, she knows how to get what she wants.

   ;

   Candace (gF...)

   "Yes, Mrs.  Caruthers?"

   "You know Sandy?"

   "In my class?" I shook my head, "She's new."

   "Yes, but do you play with her?"

   "Well yeah.  She's in my class."

   "She didn't take you down, to the boiler room to play, has she?"

   "Oh, no." We're not supposed to go down there, but the door got busted.
Then they fixed it, so we can't go down there no more.

   "Does she ever play with a sucker, or lolipop?"

   "Oh." I mean, "No." So that's what this is all about.

   "It's all right.  You're not in any trouble, but if she did anything,
that made you uncomfortable, you can trust me."

   "Well," It kind of was, "Huh!  Okay, maybe we played, a little, but not
down there."

   "Where?"

   "After school.  We played after school, but I didn't like it, so it was
just once."

   "What didn't you like?"

   "She made fun of my name."

   "Candy?"

   "Candace!  It's Candace, but she called me Candy, and said it was
sweet."

   "You don't like that."

   "No, it's stupid, and the other kids make fun of me."

   "Is that all?"

   "Well, you said uncomfortable." She nodded.  "It felt, kind of sticky."

   "The candy." I winced.  "I'm sorry, did she have anything, like that?"

   "No, but.  We went to the store, and I didn't have any money, but she
said it's okay, 'I won't tell'."

   "I told you, you're not in any trouble, but did she pressure you, to
steal?"

   "Mhm?  I didn't want to but she stole some suckers, and she gave me one,
and said it was sweet.  She called me sweet, like candy, and she.  Nhm!"

   "It's all right, take your time."

   "She put it, in my mouth.  A lolipop, and she.  She licked my lips, and
said, 'See'?"

   "She didn't stop there."

   "No, she.  She told me, she said, she had.  Sweeter.  Lips."

   "Did she show you?"

   "She made me kiss her."

   "Kiss her where?"

   "In the park."

   "On the mouth?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Anywhwere else, on your body?"

   "She touched my neck, with her lolipop.  She said, 'oops!  Now your
sticky there', and she.  She licked it off."

   "And this made you uncomfortable."

   "No, it was fun.  She made me laugh, and we tickled, and played, and it
was fun.  Then, I went home, and I felt uncomfortable."

   "Why?"

   "It was sticky."

   "Where she touched you with the lolipop?" I nodded.  "On the neck?" I
shook my head.  "Somewhere else?T"

   "She touched my.  My legs."

   "And that made you uncomfortable."

   "No, she licked it off."

   "Where did it feel uncomfortable?"

   "Inside."

   "Inside, your.  Underpants?"

   I nodded.

   "Inside your lips?"

   "And in my butt."

   "She touched your butt."

   "And she licked it."

   "And that made you feel uncomfortable."

   "No, it made me feel good.  Then, it was sticky, and uncomfortable.  So,
I took a bath."

   ;

   Principal (Fg...)

   "Where'd you get the balloon?" Big and yellow, with a smiley face.

   She shrugged, "My mommy." Pulled it down.

   "She stopped bye?"

   "No, left it for me."

   "Well, where'd you get the Helium from?" On school property.

   "Hydrogen, actually.  WH!" Stopped in the hall, she just held her
breath. Tucked the deflated rubber in her clutch.

   "Is that safe?"

   She nodded.  "If you know how.  See?"

   "What?"

   She giggled, "No helium voice." Cartoonish high pitch.

   "Hihah?" Then, back at my office, "Here you are." She just looked at it.


   Frowned, "I didn't come back for the candy." Then sighed, and headded
for the door, empty handed.

   "Sandy?" She stopped.

   "Huh!  I prefer Cassy."

   "Okay, Cassy." Short for Cassandra.  "I spoke with Candace, and she
called you Sandy."

   She shut the door.  "Oh," locked it.  "What did she tell you?"

   Went back to the chair.  "That you played with her, after school."

   "Just once."

   "Is that why you thought she told on you?"

   "She didn't want to play again, after that."

   "She said you touched her, sexually.  And that it made her
uncomfortable." Well, sticky.  Honestly, she seemed more bothered about
that, afterwards than the sex.  Ual.  Abuse.  Molestation.

   Shake my head, "She didn't seem to mind, I didn't know."

   "It's okay.  No, it's not okay, it's wrong, but is that why you went by
Sandy, and called her Candy?"

   "Hihn, yeah.  That rhymes."

   "But you actually prefer Cassy."

   "Mhm?"

   "Why do you do it?  Do you actually derive some sexual pleasure from
it?"

   "Idunno.  It's fun?  It's my favorite game, but I don't really care
about the candy."

   "That's the lure." She's a child molestor, she learned from a child
molestor, so she used the same line.  "Good, that's progress."

   "Is that it?"

   "For today, why?" She's not thinking about following through with her
threat.

   "Huh!  I told you, I like you.  I don't really like, little girls."

   "But you are a little girl." A child molestor, at 7.  "And if you don't
like it, then why do you do it?" Thought I'd seen it all, bye now.

   "Well, to make friends." She is new here, "And I like the taste."

   "The candy?" I thought she said.

   "No, pussy."

   "Cassandra!"

   "I'm sorry, but we can't talk about it if I can't use the right word."

   "That's not the right word, it's a vagina."

   She made a face, giggled, "Vagina." Frowned, "I like pussy."

   "So, you think you're a lesbian?"

   "Yeahbut, girl pussy.  Sorry.  'Vagina.' It's not the same, they don't,
got anything in it.  Really, and they barely get hot."

   She did, remarcable how red, and breathless she got, sitting in my lap.
"Huh!" But she's 7!  2nd grade, and she's trying to seduce me.

   No, let's be honest.  I know, it's been a few years, but I remember what
it feels like.

   She's seducing me, and "I'm flattered, but.  Seducing 2nd graders is not
a proper way to make friends."

   "I know, I'll stop.  I stopped, all ready.  I was good all day?"

   "Is that how you got sent to my office?"

   "Yeahbut, that was yesterday?" Her victim had said it was a few days
ago, and again I'm struck by how little either of them seem to be
traumatised by it.  "Uh!  I just need someone.  More like you.  You're
older, and so much sexier than a little girl."

   "Now, you can stop that right now." Because it's working.  "Hm.  Ahem. I
spoke to miss Gardner, as well." She looked up.  Yup!  "I had all afternon,
and despite your efforts at subterfuge, I was able to find her." In a few
hours.  I looked at my nails.  "She hasn't confessed anything.  Yet."
Buffed the edges on my lapel.  "Huh." Blew a little lint off one, and
pulled out my drawer.

   Looked up.  She was speechless.  "Uh?" For once.  Good.  You want to
play, little girl?  I got out my emery board.  "You had no right!"

   "I have every right, I'm a school administrator, it's my job.  Now,
you're saying something earlier about reporting me?" I will not be
blackmailed by 2nd graders in my own school!

   She cried.

   "Yes, I'm older, and Experienced." That's the difference, "For instance,
you're not the first child I've had to deal with, who enjoyed spanking."

   "Snh!" She looked up, smiled a little.

   "Here.  Have a tissue." I pushed over the box.  "Now, I do believe Candy
would be willing to tell someone, what you did to her.  If it comes down to
a you say I say testimonial.  I'm also known, here.  I have been working at
this school for quite some time, the children know I can be tough, but
fair, and I am duty bound to protect them.  This morning, when you came to
see me, I asked if you were a threat, to my charges."

   "No, Mrs.  Caruthers."

   "Oh," I got up.  "There there." Sat on my desk, but pulled up under her
arms.  "Up." I will not be blackmailed for sex by a 2nd grader.  I just had
to give it some thought.  "You've been good," I felt her skinny little
legs. Through her skirt, but she settled back against my breasts.  Again. I
think that's how she did it before.  Even before she touched my legs. 
"Like this?  Relax." She held them, tightly together, but I felt them
relax. Even spread a little so that her skirt folded down.

   Between her thighs, with my fingers.  "Mrs.  Caruthers."

   "Yes, Cassy?"

   "What are you doing?"

   "Making sure you don't harm any of my children."

   She turned, looked up at me.  Face, and eyes still wet with her tears,
but I stopped.  Feeling her lap, and just let my fingers rest.

   Between her thighs.

   And kissed her.

   "Oh." She smiled, looked in my eyes.  So, I took a tissue, and dried her
face.

   "Would you like a ride home?"

   "Yes," she sniffed, "Very much."

   She's missing more than just the half bicuspid, you could see.  In the
front, growing in, but still working on most of her molars.

   "Come along, then.  Grab your things."

   Gave Gladys the keys to lock up, when she's done.  Extremely capable,
older woman.  She's been here longer than I, and thought nothing of it. 
Fortunately, nothing had left my office, yet.  But I waited until we were
well out, in the parking lot.  Nice afternoon.

   "My husband, hasn't been very affectionate with me, for quite some
time."

   "Oh."

   "As they get older, about middle age, they tend to start experiencing
trouble, in that department.  I thought, that's all it was." At my car, I
let her in, and went around to my side.

   "You have kids."

   "Yes, 3." I leaned over, "Let me help you, buckle up." Booster-base. 
With 3 of them, we finally splurged with my son, another on the way, it was
a better investment to get the one that converts for multiple stages of
development, rather than keep buying them every few years.

   "Uh?"

   "You made me think.  Thank you, by the way," I kissed her head. 
"Comfy?"

   "Yes miss."

   "Missy, out of the office there's no need to be so formal."

   "Yes, missy."

   "Good." I pulled the door, started the motor, and pulled out in reverse.
Shifted once I'd pulled around, and drove off the the ramp.

   Normally one of the last to leave, but she's not the first I've had to
deal with personally.  I've never, even desired to, sexually before.

   "My oldest daughter was thirteen, or 14, at the time."

   "Okay?"

   "I didn't think about it, for years, but then he started paying more
attention to her, then her sister, when she started growing up."

   "Om!" She covered her mouth.  "He didn't."

   "No," I shook my head, "I don't think so," but I'll have to talk to the
girls to make sure.  "Huh!  I suppose, subconsciously I was jealous, and
protective.  In retrospect I didn't give him much of a chance to." but. 
"Huh!  You're right, I should probably make sure."

   "Mrs.  Caruthers?"

   "Misty."

   "No, Mrs.  Caruthers."

   "Yes?"

   I looked over at her, "I think I love you."

   "That's nice, however it's a little too soon, to decide something like
that.  You're so young, and we're veritable strangers, but." I patted her
knee.  "I like you too."

   "Hmh!" She just closed her eyes, and let her head back.  Sighed again,
but the light changed, so I continued driving.

   "About the same age when, we started being physically intimate.  In
school, he was like my friend, then my best friend.  Eventually that grew
into something more.  I love him, I still do, and I never felt anything for
anyone else before."

   "Before me?"

   "Yes," I admit, "I'm starting to feel something for you."

   "Good, I'm glad.  Me too."

   "Good." I nodded.

   "Um, I don't live this way." I know, her address.

   "Well, do you need to go straight home, or do you have a little time
this afternoon?"

   "Oh yes!  I want to stay with you."

   "Well, I can't take you home, either.  My family," I don't really want
her, to get involved with my family.  "Okay, listen a moment.  This is
important.  Huh!  My husband, is older.  Retired now, all but the youngest
is off to college, but I.  I was young, too young, to get married, have
children, though I can appreciate them growing up, and starting their lives
while I'm still relatively young.  My eldest, she had behavioral problems,
and I believe it was seeing the same behaviours in you that finally let me
see the truth."

   "He molested you."

   "Yes." I stopped, talking a moment.  Just drove, but got used to that.
Hearing that, then said it out loud.  "He molested me." I think, I believe,
I'd like to at least hope that I was able to protect my daughters, but. 
"Huh!  I don't know." I should probably be doing that, instead of driving
out to park with a 2nd grader, but I really need someone to talk to.  "Now,
I know, you can keep a secret."

   "Oh, I won't tell."

   "Of course not," she's a child molestor, and it just now dawned on me,
"I'm not!  A pedophile.  I think, I may be, attracted to you."

   "Hihn!  Yeah, I think so too!" She laughed out loud.

   "Hahaha, yeah.  I ment that plurally, child molestors.  Huh!  I don't
know why, but I felt it before.  Just put it out of my mind, but this
afternoon, I flashed back to the last one.  The last time, I had to deal
with this sort of thing in my school, but after I fired his ass, and sent
him to jail.  Huh?  I still remember, all the boys, crying, and tell all
the horrible things he did, and made them do."

   The hair stuck up on the back of my head.  And my arms, my hands, I
looked down at the gooseflesh, and shivered.  "HhHhH!" Wiped my face. 
"WHfph!" Shook my head, "Huh!"

   "Wow, that really turns you on."

   "I know."

   "Why?"

   "I haven't the foggiest idea." But I have to admit, there's something
extra special about a little girl, doing it in second grade.  "Have you
been, doing it long?"

   "Since kindergarten."

   "Makes sense, kindergarten teacher."

   "If you're good, you get a lolly." she nodded, "If you're bad, you get a
spanking."

   So obviously, she was both.  "HhHhH!" I wiped the corner of my mouth,
licked it, and put my shaking hand back on the wheel.  "You're right," no
body else understands me, "I liked, spanking." Like her.  "The children."
Sometimes better than myself.  "I enjoyed it." Ever since that boy in 6th
grade.  He liked it, "So, I had to stop.  That." It's inappropriate.  "I
don't believe it's all that effective, anyway." I just kept on, justifying
it, because I enjoyed it too much.

   "You're scaring me a little, now."

   "Oh sorry."

   "It's okay, just stop."

   "All right." Just don't think about it.  You're good at that, aren't
you? "Yes."

   "What?"

   "Never mind."

   ;

   Cassandra (Look it up.)

   Grownups.  Worked on Mrs.  Sweets (Not her real name) too.  The thing is
that they don't think we're capable of it, so they don't believe it.  They
underestimate you, and over estimate themselves, because they do the math:

   Well, she started teaching right out of high school, and that was over
20 years ago, so she's about 40.  I was born 7 years ago, therefore 40>7,
and she's right.

   Wrong, but she doesn't know all the factors.  Let's just say that I was
born 7 years ago, last.  And leave it at that, I'll offer no further
explanation, but what sucks about it is having nobody to gloat to about it.

   "I told you so."

   Yeah, but she didn't believe me.  Denial, the breakfast of champions.

   "About the spankings?"

   "Yeah," sure.  That, that's all I was talking about.  She's a romantic,
took me to the makeout spot.  I haven't been up here in over a decade, but
she doesn't remember me.  We didn't really hang out, back then.  Rivalry,
with my mother, if I remember right.  "Huh!" I remember her husband better.

   Charming, not all that good looking, which helped him hide it better. 
You know, being an ephebophile?  Yeah, he brought her up here, his favorite
spot, but he just didn't quit, when he graduated High School.

   My father.  My mother just didn't keep him, he finally found a woman
that would.

   Click!

   Golly, but she's turned on.  In what?  Look up, 5 hours, 27 minutes, and
40, 41, 42...

   "Smq!" Mmh, "MWOLolilol!" She doesn't wear makeup.  Lipstick, or need
it. Young looking, of course.  Not young looking enough, any more.  Not
with teenage daughters in the house, and their friends.

   Of course he didn't he couldn't under her watchful eye, but the girls,
had friends.  Come over, the cool dad.  Lets them curse, smoke, drink, if
they happen to pass out...

   "Hwal!" Straddling her lap.  Facing now, so I can kiss her, feel her
breasts.  Still pretty perky!  From what I can tell, through her blouse,
her bra, funny how the subconscious works.

   She knows what he's like.  What he likes, she just doesn't have to think
about it.  So, she held onto it, even into her 40s.  I bet she still
shaves, for him.  Even if he doesn't get into her panties any more, but I
don't remember her, like this.  Just my mom, and how he liked to touch her.

   My ass.  She feels it, through my skirt.  Pulls it back over my hips,
and thighs, then rubs it up my split lap.

   Yeah, she knows how to do this.  Even if she didn't lie, never done it
before, or even thought about it consciously.  She knows what to do, she
remembers.  She's just not used to being the molestor.

   I am.  That's another one of those things, like a dum-dum.  Most people,
look at a lolipop, and they don't think about what else it can be used for.
They don't talk about it, or think about it, which is why most people don't
even know what an Ephebophile is.  She just says Child Molestor, even
though she was a teen.  Likewise, if anyone drives up, we can stop.  I can
hop back in my seat, before they even come around the bend, and pull up at
the top of the hill.

   Nice view, facing west, in a few hours we can watch the sun set over the
town, but that's when it gets busy.  Highschoolers, mostly.  They can't go
home, because their parents might not aprove, but if they catch us.

   They won't think, I'm molesting her.  Of course, with her pulling down
my underpants, under my skirt.

   "Uh!" Blink.  Sit down, sideways real quick so I can slip them down.  To
my knees, her hand goes right back to my lap.  Back up my skirt, but she
strokes my lap.  My thighs a few times.  Deeper, and deeper, like a dick on
the first penetration of a virgin.  You don't just go right in, all the way
to the bottom.  Unless you believe the one about the cherry.  The barrier
between a girl and a woman you have to break through.

   Rape.  Cultural rape.  I swear more girls get raped, on their wedding
night if they save themselves, over that lie, than probably anything else.
It's supposed to hurt, you're supposed to bleed, that's just how it is. 
The first time.

   I'm not a virgin, but he's no cobbling schoolboy, neither.  That's why,
I like older women.  Because she's going slow, building up, gently. 
Because I'm a second grader, but she's gotten past her nervous hesitation,
in record time.

   If you don't learn from History, you're doomed to repeat it.  What Jorge
didn't say is that if you do, you can.  Especially if you're nominally too
young to even know about it.  Remember her, when she was 12, and her
husband, my father, a different mother not even born this Time.

   Raping me.

   Before they're married, of course.  But I don't miss him.  I missed her,
but I'm glad I came back.

   ;

   'Vette {St: Van Halen - Hot for Teacher (1984}

   "Huh!" This was a bad idea.  However, what with all the kissing, and
fondling, I had forgotten what it was like.  To be a little girl, no doubt
because I didn't even think about anything like this until I was a teen. 
But, she's 7.  Too young to even lubricate, just get very hot.  Her small
hands, so tiny, they remind me, but it's hard to believe a 7 year old can
be that good.  With her hands, in my blouse, unbuttoned, and pulling out of
the cups of my bra.  I wiped my mouth, but she even shifted them back in
place.

   As if she has any idea, how it feels to have a bra, and not be settled
into it.  I thought to adjust it, but she just.  Did it, as if she heard
me, or read my mind, then did it for me.

   My mouth felt so tired it wa numb.  "This was a bad idea." Like I'd just
spent hours at the dentist, not kissing, but at least I can think clearly
now.

   "You better take me home," she nodded, buttoning up my blouse.  Kissing
me again, but when she finished, she went back to the booster seat.

   I didn't want to stop, knowing that means I need to.  "Yeah," I felt the
keys, and started it up.  She shifted in her seat, and pulled her panties
up.  "You mind if I put some music on?"

   "No, go ahead." Oldies station, and usual.  She hit the preset buttons,
van Halen.  "Huh!" Shake my head, "That's fine." She giggled, "Buckle up."

   Dirt road, wow, 4:30?  Blink, shrug.  Not that I was paying attention,
to the time, but.  I didn't think it was that long.

   "You smoke?" I shook my head.

   "Hihihn!" She handed it to me.  "No, just thought you might like one."

   I rolled down my window.  "And stay out of my purse!"

   "Sorry." She dropped my lighter back in.

   Got down to the road, signaled, looked left, right, turned back and took
another drag.  Tapped it off on the window.

   The song changed, "Can you find something else?" Pulled out.

   "You don't like Gary Numan?"

   "Is that who that was?" I remember the song, hadn't heard it for years.

   "Well, I like this album," she reached out, in the seat, but.  "Uh!"
Couldn't reach, so I hit the first preset.  "I'm afreud we're still Jung at
heart." She giggled.

   "Well, you're seven,"

   "I know."

   Just have to remind myself, what I'm doing.  What I just did.

   "The Pleasure Principle.  Hiheha!  Oh, never mind."

   "Uh,"

   {Tubeway Army - Down in the Park(Replicas)}

   [2] "Jesus,"

   {She's Got Claws(Dance)}

   [3]

   {A Child with the Ghost(Berserker)}

   "Uh!" [4]

   {Love Hurt Bleed(Splinter: Songs from a Broken Mind)}

   "All sounds the same today." [5)

   "Hahaha," she kicked, "Yeah."

   The Police, "Ah." Don't Stand so Close to Me.  "That's better."

   She coughed.

   "Sorry," I threw it out, but my hand shook, running it back up.  "So,
where do you live?"

   "Take a left up here."

   "...You know how bad girls get." She picked up the next stanza,
"Sometimes it's not so easy, to be the teacher's pet!"

   I just turned it off.

   "Sorry, I'll stop."

   "It's not your fault." The radio just had an ironic streak today.  "You
know, apologizing like that is a sign of abuse."

   "Uh huh?" She kept kicking, "Jouissance." Her heels on the front of the
seat, but stopping short of the dashboard, and glove box.

   "Beg pardon?"

   ""Don't worry about it.  Jock, La Con.  I thought Freud was a bit
ironic, seeing as he talked about joy, but didn't seem to have any."

   "Sigmund Freud." Right, she said 'Afreuda,' thought it was a slip. 
She's supposed to be ahead in reading, and writing, but "Psychoanalysis?"

   "Right, but then Jung, Skinner, Lacan..."

   "Oh yes, I got it."

   "What?"

   "The pun about, being Jung at heart." Just didn't laugh, "Haha, Afreud
was a dead giveaway."

   "Well, one out of 3 ain't bad," she shrugged.

   "I don't remember Lacan very well."

   "Of course, Psychonanalysis is part of your job."

   "Yes, but modern, psychiatric theory.  We've moved on a lot since
Freud."

   "Hahah!  Yeah.  But that's who came up with the Pleasure Principal. 
Lacan added the Mirror Stage in the 50s."

   "Oh yes," now I remember, "But isn't that in infancy?"

   "Normally, but it supposedly Starts in the first year.  However, like
any stage you can get stuck in it, or be retarded, going through it."

   "I don't like that word.  Say delayed."

   "All right, delayed then."

   "But you mean the point where you recognize that you can be seen, from
outside your body, as with a mirror."

   "Yes, but there's the normal mirror stage, then there's what can happen
afterwards, in later phases of development."

   "Where did you learn this?"

   "I'm still learning.  You're never done, science isn't so much about
knowledge as putting a dent in ignorance, which is infinite."

   "Is that so?"

   "Yes, miss knowital.  Exactly, nobody knows it all, it's like forever,
you can set out at whatever speed you want, but you'll never get there."

   "So, Knowlege is infinite."

   "No, we are FINE'ite.  Ignorance is endless, we're incapable of ever
knowing everything, because everything else will never fit."

   "What's that have to do with the Mirror Stage?"

   "Well, one way you can get stuck in it is Narcissism."

   "Are you saying I am a narcissist?"

   "Again, not absolutely.  Narcissus was a myth.  Not a real person.  The
modern myth is that narcissism makes you a Narcissist.  Like Freud said, we
may have moved on from that early stage of knowledge, but the mind.  It's
not like that, there are no absolutes, even the most self absorbed
Malignant Narcissist, say the late President Elect still has subconscious
perceived flaws and doubts.  That's what caused him to declare his
greatness, the greatest, so great you get tired of winning so much.  To
cover up his madness, sexual compulsions, and psychotic breakdown."

   "That why he killed himself?"

   "No, he was assassinated.  They just made it look like auto-erotic
asphyxiation."

   "Who's they?"

   "Who else?  The Secret Service."

   "Hahah!" She's very creative, and imaginative.  Well, not necessarily
for her age, 7 is right around the middle of when that's normal.  "Again,
what's that got to do with the Mirror Stage?"

   "Narcissism needs a mirror, to reflect it back to you.  You can't see
yourself, from there.  So, you normally use Empathy, to feel how other
people see you."

   "I see." Nodding.

   "Narcissism means they can't.  Normally, so they need a better mirror.
The greatest mirror, like the spotlight, and the media."

   "Oh," makes sense.  "So, you're saying that Trump was such a loudmouth,
and Celebrity, because he was a narcissist."

   "Gran mol Power Assertive Malignant Narcissist."

   "Like a schizophrenic?"

   "No, like a full tilt Diva.  ~T.  Stark.  Primadonald.  He made up what
people thought of him, you saw some of his Tweets.  Even if you didn't
follow him, because whenever he felt he wasn't getting enough attention, he
could always tap that for an easy reliable fix."

   "Like an addict."

   "No, as an addict.  Not just for attention, but sex, power, money,
whatever he could get to feed his self image.  Made the mirror so big, it
crashed down, and crushed him when it shattered."

   "But then he would have killed himself." Got her!  "Not been
assassinated."

   "No, he wasn't capable of that.  Auto-erotic asphyxia is a better cover
story, except for the sex scandal."

   "But success killed him?"

   "No, that was his prize.  Or President Pence's.  Politics, especially
for conservatives is about the long game.  He was stupid enough to think he
won it for himself."

   "You know," I hit the radio, "On second thought let's listen to the
radio."

   I turned it up.

   Queen - Another on Bites the Dust (The Game)

   "There." That's better.

   At some point, well we listened to the whole song, quietly.  "Huh!" I
turned it down, until it clicked off.  "I didn't know you lived so close."

   "I don't." She unhooked her belts, "But this is fine." She looked
around, "I can get home from here." I pulled over to drop her off, and
turned on my street.

   ;

   "Ivanka" (Alias)

   "Uh?" I just left, "DaAad?"

   "Hey!"

   "Uh!" I just untied my jacket, and put it on.

   "Wait up!"

   "Fuck off, Jeremy." So not in the mood.

   "Catch you later?"

   "Yeah, like never?"

   Boy next door, which means he had the hots for me, forever.  "Uh!" Boys.

   "Boys."

   "Uh?" I turned.  "What do you know about boys?" Little girl, don't
recognize her.

   "You'd be surprised." She grinned, "You dad let you go out, dressed like
that?"

   "What?" I looked down, "Of course.  He bought me most of this." Well,
not the jacket.  That was mom.

   "Well, if you dress for attention, you have to expect to get some."

   "Well, it's just hot."

   "Hah, yeah.  That explains the jacket." She put her hand up, "No, I get
it.  It's too hot to wear too much, but you need the jacket to cover up, or
if you're out late enough to need it."

   "How old are you?"

   "Nine, how old are you?"

   "Sixteen." I rolled my eyes.  "You new here?"

   She nodded, "This year, but I never been to this neighborhood before."
She held out, the same hand.  "I'm Sandra."

   "Yvonne."

   "That with an E, or a Y?"

   "Both, starts with a Y, ends in an E.  2 Ns."

   She nodded, "Just visiting a friend, but she had to get back to her
family."

   "Oh yeah?"

   "Nice neighborhood."

   "I guess." Shrugged.

   "You got a car?"

   "A license."

   "Well, there anything to do around here?"

   "Not really."

   "Well," she pulled some money out of her backpack.  "Uh, I kinda got
stranded, but if you can borrow one, I can make it worth your while." She
pulled back a $10, before I can grab it.

   "Okay," nothing better to do.  Not like they kicked me out, but I didn't
even make it to the end of the street.  "I'm right around the corner."

   "Ok, I'll wait here." She sat down.

   So, I went to ask mom.  "I'll put some gas in the tank."

   "Be safe."

   "I'm just gonna give a friend a ride, I'll bring it right back, from the
gas station." A couple bucks should make her happy.  "She's kind of stuck,
and she doesn't have a phone."

   "She could have used your's."

   "No minutes."

   "Why didn't you tell me?"

   "Just got home?" Well, she did, "Just give me the keys."

   "All right, but this is a test.  You know about boundries, if you want
to stretch them,"

   "I know, mom.  I won't break it."

   You can take the teacher out of class, but she's worst right after work.
"See that you don't."

   BUMP!  The horn, pull up in park to throw the booster in the back seat.
Get out my tape adapter, and plug in my phone while she gets in, and
buckles up.

   "Ooh, nice car!"

   "I guess."

   "Your dad has great taste."

   "Thanks!"

   "He's a babe, too."

   "When did you see my dad?"

   "When he pulled in?" She laughed, "Unless there's 2 Sakhir Orange BMWs
in this neighborhood."

   I shook my head.  "It's red."

   "Depends on the light."

   "Well, sometimes it looks orange, but it's still mostly red."

   "Suture self, but it's the only one on your street?"

   "Yeah."

   "Yeah, so your dad is a babe."

   "Thanks," I guess.

   "Why's it got a tape-deck?"

   "You can plug anything into it?  He had to have it done, custom, and he
says nobody's going to break in to steal it."

   "Huh, smart too."

   "Well, thanks."

   "I'm sure you noticed."

   "My dad's hot?" I nodded.

   "Yeah, If I was your age, I'd bang him."

   "Okay?" She's like 7?

   "If he wasn't your dad."

   "I'd probably pepper-spray him." I LOLed.

   "Hahah!  Well, if he hit on you."

   "Mhm?"

   "I'm sure he doesn't hit on teenagers."

   "He doesn't mean anything by it."

   "Ew!" She giggled, "Like your friends?"

   "Well, like you said.  He's a good looking guy, so they flirt.  It's
anoying, but what're you gonna do?"

   "I'd get new friends, but that explains the outfit."

   "Uh?" I shake my head, "What do you mean?"

   "You know.  He buys you revealing clothes, hits on your friends,
sexually harasses you."

   "No, he doesn't!"

   "Hihihn!  I've seen it before, lots of times."

   "In your 7 whole years."

   "Yeah, is that so hard to believe?  Oh right, we're supposed to be a
sexual babydolls until we turn 18, then all of a sudden we're mature enough
to smoke, and see boobs in a movie.  I didn't figure you're niave enough to
swallow that one." She rolled her eyes.

   "Ha, no.  I knew plenty about sex when I was your age."

   "Yeah!  Still a virgin?"

   "Not that it's any of your business, but no."

   "When you're my age?"

   "Of course not!"

   "See?  Me neither.  So, there's no reason to shelter me."

   "Uh, I ment.  Not when I was.  Wait." Shake my head.

   "Try to keep it on the road, Nancy."

   "Really?"

   "What?"

   "You're not a virgin?"

   "Well, I guess that depends on your definition, but I've had sex."

   "Yeah, with who?"

   "Your mom!" She stopped giggling, "Ow!"

   "Slut!" I laughed, she just rubbed her arm.  "No really."

   "No, really.  Right there."

   "Where?"

   "Right there, in that seat.  After school.  Why do you think I didn't
want to go to your house when you went to get your keys?"

   "Uh!  My mom's not gay?"

   "No, she's a child-molestor." Uh?  "Ow!  Quit it!"

   "Well, stop talking about my mom like that?"

   "Sorry, but it's true.  Why do you think she got home so late?  I never
even saw your dad before.  She had the car today, right?"

   Wait.  "Yeah?" It's his day off.  "She usually drives the minivan?"

   "Uh?  How do you know that?"

   "Because, she's my Principal!  She gave me a ride home, and stopped by
the bluffs on the way."

   "No way."

   "Ask her yourself.  I know she'll lie about it, but $10 bucks says you
can see it on her face."

   "Oh yeah?"

   "How do you work this thing?" She hit eject.  "Ooh, I love this song!"

   It just beeped.

   "What song?" Sounded like a test.

   "Freak," She giggled, "But that's 3 Es.  Freeek." She shrugged, "I guess
there playing it cause he just died."

   Ok, now the music was starting.  "Who?"

   "Oh, George Michael.  Hihihn!  They never play this one on the radio."

   ;

   Yvette (Ff NS Lies.  No Videotape, either.)

   "Here," she tossed the keys, and they hit my purse.

   "Where's your friend live, Mars?"

   "Mom, not right now."

   "Stop right there, young lady, and drop the 'tude." I got up, once I set
down my computer.

   "We had to talk."

   "You bet your sweet ass we have to talk."

   "MOM!"

   "Don't you,"

   "Don't you talk about my Sweet Ass, bad enough to hear that from Dad all
the time, don't you start."

   "Oh," I can see she's upset, "I'm sorry dear, I just had a long day,
and."

   "You had a long day?  Well, I just had to rescue a girl that got
molested.  That's why I'm late."

   ...

   She looked at me, searched my face.

   "Oh, well." That's, "Is she okay?"

   She frowned.  "What?"

   "Nothing mom," she paced over to the couch, slumped down.

   "Well, did she say who it was?"

   "No?" She looked over.  Waved it off, "Not much, like a name, or
anything."

   "Don't touch that." Snap!

   "I just Xed out google, can you stop interrogating me a minute?  I need
the computer." She unplugged it.

   "Uh?  I was using it, and it's My computor."

   "Well, there wasn't any work on it, I need it for homework, and if I had
a computor, I wouldn't have to use yours."

   "Now don't start on that, ag'."

   "Don't touch me!"

   I stopped.

   "I'm sorry." Her hands were really shaking.  "Mom, I just.  I'm a little
freaked out right now, and I just need, to do something.  Think about
something else, and this history report should help."

   "No, I'm sorry.  Go on."

   "Thanks.  Um, you seen any more car's like dad's in town?"

   "Why?"

   "She said, it was just like dad's."

   "No, not that I've seen."

   "Well, that color, I'm sure you would have."

   "Haha, yeah.  What?" Why does she keep looking at me like that?

   "Do you know what color red that is?"

   "Yes," I helped him pick it out, it was an anniversary present.  I
blinked, "It's called Sakhir orange.  That's kh, I believe."

   "Oh!" She blinked.

   "What?"

   "Nothing, I just always thought it was red with orange hilights."

   "No, technically it's vice'-versa."

   "Oh.  Thanks."

   "Hhuh!" I sat down.  She just carried it up stairs, but I managed to
hold it in until I heard he door close.

   I knew it was a mistake, all a terrible mistake, but I had no idea.

   Why did I drop her off so close to home?  "Uhuhuhuhn!" I mean not even a
block from here!  What's wrong with me?

   Molly {Orgy - Stiches (Candyass)}

   I turned it down.  Whoever it was drove off, so I let go of the slats,
and fixed the blinds on the way over to the door.

   "Where on Earth have you been?"

   "Out hunting."

   PING!  "You're too young." No return, not even a blip, "And where's your
neuronano?"

   "You want the whole story, or not?"

   "Okay," I sat down, "What happened?" I can read it later, "Start with
what you did with the tech."

   "Just a little tracklisting, no other broadcast, and HD-FM.  So, don't
worry about that."

   "Who's in charge?"

   "Ledgerdemain."

   "That's not a personality."

   "Exactly, and she's Stealth, so I know she won't blow our cover."

   "Function?"

   "Interrogation."

   "That's not an interrogator, either."

   "So, call it a test.  She's got her own personality, so the Utilities
will just keep her from blowing our cover until we retrieve it."

   "Who's the host?"

   "The teenage daughter of a PAMN, and a softcore Sexually motivated
Sadist."

   "Which is which?"

   "PAMN Father, and Sadistic mother."

   "How softcore."

   "Mostly emotional abuse, spanking, and a hint of Power-Reassurance is
all I could pick up."

   "How directly?"

   "Neural bridge for about 12 minutes, 47 seconds.  Several hours of
vocal, and manual interface."

   "Sexual interface?"

   "Only about 38 minutes, 24 seconds."

   I trust her diagnostic capability over that long sample sizes.

   "Risk level?"

   "Elementary Principal."

   So yeah, HIGH!

   "Yours'?"

   "Yes."

   "Well, that's an acceptable reason.  Course of action?"

   "So far, tag, and trace.  We'll see what the daughter comes up with..."

   ;

   Yvonne (fW Dial Cybe Poss.  Character Note: W is for WORM, not unlike a
Computer Virus.  Also: Dialog, Cyber, and Possession.  Respectively.)

   [Chrome>History

   Restore Pages?]

   Click.

   [Google Search: Power Assertive+Malignant Narcissist.]

   [Google Maps: Divorce Attorneys]

   "Uh?" I didn't know what to think.  Look down at the keys, palmed in my
hand.

   Didn't even think about tucking them in her purse, much less screwing
off the ring, but now I remember doing it?

   Okay, well, I just got a lot of bad news:

   First, I owe her $10.00.  "Says you can see it on her face."

   So, 1:

   My mother is a child molester.  Kind of explains why she's so devoted to
her job, and talks about what's best for the Children.

   "Huh?"

   Will someone please think of the children!?

   I never suspected.

   So, B: It's a good thing I can sleep in the van tonight, because I don't
want to be here any more.
1B: I'm too old for her, Hell, I'm too old for dad now, and.
2B: I didn't see her, because of him.

   "Huh!" Blink.

   It's like a matrix, or quadrant graph.  With 1-2 on the x axis, and A/B
on the y.

   "Huh!" Guess some of that Geometry finally soaked in.

   Just never used it before.

   Which begs the question what A is, but I guess it's like Algebra.

   Exactly, just a 2D representation of variables.

   I guess I never knew what all it could be used for.

   Exactly, so say the numerical axis is Him, and she is represented
alphabetically.

   That would leave me in the middle, so.  "Yeah."

   If you like we can add a vertical axis perpendicular to those two.

   "But that adds more Quadrants,

   No, multiples."

   Right, 2, 4, 8.  "Exactly."

   Did I just break my brain, or fix it?

   "Well, you are talking to yourself," but there's no reason trauma can't
cause clarity in one mental area.

   "Like Geometry?"

   Well, if you're going to talk out loud to yourself, you better put on
some music incase either of them eavesdrops on you.

   "Good idea."

   Or your brother?  "Yeah,"

   He's probably more likely.

   "Little pervert."

   So, new graph:

   Talking to yourself, Polygraphic Analysis,

   "Vocal interface." 3D Spacial Memory.

   "Uh?" About time the nerd genes kicked in.  "So this is how mom." Keeps,
everything straight, in her head.

   No, she's more of a mental Spreadsheet, and File Stack.  "I think."
Blink, "Weird?" Shake my head.

   "VONNE?"

   "What Mom?"

   "You done with the computer?"

   [x]

   "Yeah." I need to lay down, and think anyway.  "Good idea."

   "What, dear?"

   "Never mind," just pass it through, "Here." Lock the door.

   "And Turn That Down!"

   "WHAT?" Shakira (Feat Mulama) - Chantaje (Official Video) "I know!  I
played it."

   SMH.

   ;

   {Continued in: The Mirror Stage...
   .}