I do not own any of the characters from Fairly OddParents or Jimmy Neutron!
A/N: Lia finds herself with more than just Betty's knowledge, and a confrontation with Vicky looms!
Fix Me Please! Chapter 25: Retrospect
Something special
"Ha ha ha!" the robot girl laughed, "I didn't really expect you to answer. I meant to ask that as a rhetorical question. I was just thinking out loud!" Poof let out a sigh of relief.
"Wha-what's a rhetorical question?"
"It's a question for which no answer is really expected, like, 'Does the sun rise in the east?', or 'Is the Pope Catholic?'. . . 'Do androids dream of electric sheep?' I already know you like me, so I wasn't really expecting an answer, just a lot of squirming!" she giggled.
"W-well, in all fairness to you, it's true, and I won't deny it."
"Even though I'm essentially a soulless hunk of machinery?" Poof settled down on the bed next to her.
"But you do have a soul! Everything in the universe has a spirit, every rock, tree, and creature. We are all made of separate components, star dust, if you like, the most magical of substances! You were built by the will of someone's creative energy, and like a work of art, you gained some of that person's soul. Every painting and sculpture has a piece of the artist's soul in it." Betty turned onto her side to face him.
"That's very profound. If that is so, I have a part of Jimmy Neutron's soul?"
"In a manner of speaking. By creating you, he activated your own latent soul, just like rubbing two sticks together to make a fire."
"You're pretty philosophical for a kid!" she giggled.
"What you might think of as being philosophy, we fairies know as fact." He smiled smugly, and waved his hands about him as if he were a learned professor. Betty socked him with a pillow again.
"For the record, I like you, too!" She wrestled him onto his back, both of them laughing. "Let's do something special today, just you and me!"
"Sure! What did you have in mind?"
"Take me to one of your favorite places! You must have lots! I haven't been around long enough to know of any!"
Back in the arcade . . .
On the weekends, the arcade was a total madhouse, one that Trixie was totally at home in. Here she could lose herself, separate herself from being a high society "cool girl," to just being one of the "guys." Lia was right beside her, and seemed not much different from the horde of game aficionados roaming the court, looking for an open machine to stuff their quarters into. The Asian teen could only vaguely remember why it was the arcades so attracted her. Perhaps it was the sights and sounds and the smells of the place. Or maybe it was because her parents forbid it. Whatever it was, she was King here, or Queen as the case may be, and she could whip any guy on any machine, be it racing a Grand Prix, or saving the world from foul alien creatures. The regulars recognized her right away, and few would be so foolish as to wager a stack of tokens or tickets against her.
Her espresso charged body was now going to town on the very same machine she had destroyed Timmy Turner on earlier, and Lia knew it would be impossible to distract her. She gave Trixie an affectionate squeeze. "Give me a call when you're done." Trixie just nodded, and continued raining hellfire and bullets on the zombies in level one. Lia snuck out the back exit, and spoke into her bracelet. "Home, please."
Like a virgin no more
She popped back into her workshop just as Betty was putting together a little picnic basket for her and Poof.
"This teleporter bracelet works great, Betty, and looks really nice, too!" The android girl smiled proudly.
"Thanks! I made a few extras in case anyone wants to visit us at Princeton!" Lia gave a quick glance at her watch.
"I'm going to change and head back out to the hospital again. What are you two up to?"
"I'm going to show her some of my favorite places!" said Poof, "We're going to Yellowstone National Park!" Lia giggled.
"Ooooo! I'm so jealous! What's in the picnic basket?"
"Some water, fruits and some . . .Twinkies! I don't need to eat anything, so they're for the 'Twink'!" Poof puffed up his cheeks and looked crossly at her.
"Very funny." Betty swept him up in her arms and kissed him on the top of his head. That brought a smile back to his face, and he blushed slightly. It was the first kiss of any kind he ever got from her, and he vowed never to wash his hair again.
The young brunette hurried back up to her room to change into something warmer than the sweatsuit she wore to meet Trixie. A nice quilted overcoat with matching winter skirt and leggings showed off her fashion sense. She touched up her make-up and spoke into her new plaything. "Dimmsdale General, please!" Once again she found herself outside of Timmy's hospital room. By now Betty's "happy booster" had worn off on Francis, but his jaw ached from being frozen in a dumb grin, so he went back to sleep since it was the only thing he was able to do. Timmy had already recovered, dressed himself, and was lying on the bed, waiting for his doctor to release him, and his parents to pick him up. He was glad to see her as she entered, and sat up smiling. He held his arms open wide, and Lia matched his exuberance, rushing into his arms, and squeezing the breath out of him.
"Ugnnh!" he groaned, "When did you get so strong?" She drew back and laughed.
"What's the matter, big boy? Can't handle a lover's cuddle from your girlfriend?" Turner arched his back as he was sure he felt something crack back there.
"It felt like some linebacker had me in his grip, and was about to pound me into the ground!" He stared into her eyes, and gulped. She had that same look in them that he remembered from earlier in the week, almost fearsome, like she was going to eat him alive, but at the same time seductively alluring, almost hypnotic, just like Betty's.
"Come here, and give us a kiss, sweetheart!" This he did eagerly, as it was she who taught him, and he really liked the way she kissed. It was everything he ever imagined his first real kiss would be, and it rubbed off on him. Those soft lips, her sweet breath and gentle manner, had him begging for more when they first started going steady. From there their physical relationship slowly intensified. He learned how she wanted to be held, and she reciprocated. With so much physicality involved, it was a wonder why they weren't "doing it," a month into their relationship!
Lia opened the front of her coat, and Timmy stuck his hands in to wrap around her warm body. He slowly made his way up her back as they continued kissing.
"Um, Lia?" he whispered.
"Yes, honey?"
"You're not wearing a bra, are you?" She giggled, then blushed.
"You noticed." She quickly grabbed his hands, placing them on her breasts. "Thought I'd surprise you! I'm not wearing panties either!" Turner bit his lip as he felt his libido leap into action.
This was totally unlike her, he thought. Something was up. She took one of his hands, slowly pushing it down to her smooth rump, and under her skirt. His cold hands immediately raised a swath of goose-bumps across her skin, and she shivered her delight. She nibbled on his earlobe, and panted huskily into his ear.
"We're overdue for our anniversary, Timmy, and I'd like to consummate our relationship as soon as possible." There was an urgency in her voice, almost pleading for sex, and as much as he wanted to, he knew his parents were coming to get him any minute. It would be a disaster if they caught the pair "doing the deed" on the hospital bed. He squeezed her buns and pressed his growing bulge into her mound as she raised one leg up to wrap around his hip. They'd do it standing up if they had to, Lia's coat hiding their actions from prying eyes. It wasn't exactly the romantic ideal she had pictured, but Betty's sexual programs had to be satisfied before things could return to normal for her. Lia pushed him to sit back on the bed as she wrestled the front of his pants open. Timmy didn't resist her, and pulled her leg up onto the bed to bring them into more intimate contact. She pulled her skirt out of the way, rubbing the length of his shaft with her own slick groove. They continued to kiss ferociously as she positioned herself above the head of his penis, and prepared to impale herself onto her lover. Timmy interrupted her momentarily.
"I don't have a condom on, you know." Lia was un-fazed, and certainly not a little thing as a condom, or lack of one, was going to stop her now.
"It's too late. We'll deal with it when the time comes!" she panted, and proceeded to lower herself onto him.
She could feel the spongy tip of his cock nestle itself into the cup of her entry point for a second or so before slowly penetrating into her sleeve. Timmy controlled her descent, holding her up by her cheeks, and watched for signs of discomfort. Lacroix bit her lip as she was slowly spread apart. A slight tearing was felt as he went deeper, and she stopped for a moment to catch her breath, before pressing on.
Timmy nuzzled her cheek, "You doing alright, babe?" She smiled at his concern.
"It's not so bad as I expected, but I'm only halfway there, sweetheart!" There was at least another three or four inches to go, and so she rose up once more, feeling a bit more comfortable. She dropped back down like a pile-driver, and felt Timmy's hot shaft drive itself deep inside of her womb. They sat locked in a lover's embrace for a few seconds as Lia adjusted to the feel of Timmy's tiger in her tank. She pushed upwards again, then lowered herself once more, and repeated the process. The bed began to squeak and rattle as Lia sped up. She put her hands on his shoulders, and watched as his cock penetrated her with greater ease. The pain of the initial tear had all but vanished, and as much as she wanted to continue, Lia slowed down to a halt, wanting a more private session later. The squeaking bed threatened to wake Francis, who looked like he was about to get up. But he just mumbled, smacked his lips, and was soon snoring again. A tear of satisfaction crawled down her cheek, and was kissed away by the blue-eyed boy.
"Now I feel complete." she whispered.
"But you didn't cum yet."
"It can wait. I did what I set out to do, now I can have a better time of it with you in private. I'm having a going away get together for Cindy and Libby at my place. Why don't you come over and see them off? My parents will be out, and we can use the heated pool for our party! When they leave, I'll have you all to myself!"
"Sounds like a plan!"
"It will be, I assure you." She rose up to remove herself from his manhood. "Let me finish you off before someone walks in on us! Can't have you getting me pregnant right now, can we?"
Lia dropped to her knees, examining his cock for the streaks of blood from her torn hymen. It was still slick and glistening from her juices, but there was very little of the crimson there. It would seem she had stretched herself enough playing with herself all these years, and the pain was minimal. Still, Timmy was pretty big, . . . big enough to make most any virgin holler, and the fact that she didn't may have been due in part to Betty-bot's prodigious sexual proficiency, which they now both shared. Though she had never gone down on a guy before, Lia knew exactly what she had to do. She could tell right away that Timmy was on the verge of exploding, and that it would be a particularly earth-shaking one at that. His cock disappeared slowly into her mouth as she throttled the base of his shaft to prevent a premature ejaculation. Turner bit his lip as he watched his girlfriend of one year swallow him to the pubes, and back again. She didn't gag at all, although he knew he was well down pass her tonsils. How did she ever get so good? His insecurities began to surface once more, but he was beyond questioning her at the moment, and she kept her up and down rhythm without skipping a beat.
"Lia . . . baby . . . I'm gonna blow! And . . . and it's gonna be a big one!" Lia grabbed him around the waist, and pulled him in deeper. She was concerned that Timmy's cum might still have a trace of that mysterious substance that drove her and Tootie to become sexual fiends. By deep throating him, she could be sure of avoiding that pitfall, while satisfying his needs. He grimaced as his hot seed gushed down her throat, and she mewled contentedly before withdrawing.
At that very moment, miles away in Wyoming, Betty and Poof sat down to watch Old Faithful blast it's steaming fluids high into the air.
"Ooooo! Ahhhhh! Wow!" the astonished android cried out in excitement, "Now that would be more than a mouth full!" Poof nodded his head in agreement.
"Yeah, it sure was . . . wait, whaat?" Betty just laughed.
"Nothing! I just hope Lia is enjoying herself!"
The Revelation
Trudy stepped up to the curb as Vicky drove up. She was unmistakable in a purple overcoat, and covered with an assortment of bangles and amulets. Her ebony hair was a mass of curls and waves, topped over with a bright red bandana, so she looked like a somewhat fashionable wandering gypsy. A black leather studded choker and strap-on calf-high boots completed a very unconventional outfit. It fit her personality well. She was unusual, and that was an understatement.
Vicky pulled over, and Trudy hopped in. They had met in a psychology class, in her freshman year in college, and became fast friends. It was in psychology that Trudy became interested in dream interpretation through the works of Freud and Jung, and delved into tarot as a means to further her curiosity.
"Hey girlfriend! What's so important that you need a reading?"
"I ran into Gerald the other day, and we just had lunch together."
"Your old boyfriend? Bet you want to know why he's back, is that it? I can't give you a read in the front seat of the car, you know, I'll need someplace a little quieter."
"Fine. My place after the hospital. That okay?" Trudy nodded.
"That'll be good!"
Lia went into Timmy's tiny bathroom to clean herself off. Now that she was officially no longer a virgin, the intense sexual desire brought on by the android's programs was waning. She had gotten more than just knowledge from Betty, she was sure of it. To test her theory, she took a quarter out of her purse, and twisted it into a figure eight, then stretched it like a piece of taffy. "Interesting", she thought.
She went back outside to Timmy, where his doctor had just okayed his release. He still needed to wait for his parents to come get him, so he gathered up his belongings and got ready to leave. His parents were just leaving their home so would take about a half-an-hour to get there. There was still plenty of time to get more canoodling in before then. Lacroix wrapped her arms around Timmy's, and rested her head against his shoulder. There was a warm, rosy color to her cheeks, brought about by the sudden realization she had no underwear on. Timmy took it be her afterglow, and smiled smugly. He lifted her chin to his face, and they began to kiss once more. Those soft supple lips of her's, had always held some fascination for him, as did her warm, sweet breath. But the more they kissed, the more likely they would end up in bed again. Turner wisely stopped her just as Lia began to unbuckle his belt.
"You are one horny girl!" he mouthed. Lia smiled and removed her hand from his bulge, just as Vicky and friend turned the corner. The fiery headed girl was a bit surprised at seeing her there. "There's no way she could have gotten here ahead of me and change her clothes, too! Maybe that wasn't her I saw downtown at lunch."
"Lia, Timmy, this is my good friend, Trudy. Trudy, this is Timmy and his girlfriend, Lia!"
"Hi!" said the young brunette. Trudy reached out to shake her hand.
"Always glad to meet a fellow psychic!" she smiled, causing Lia to give her a curious look. Vicky's friend was fashionably, but strangely, dressed.
"But I'm not a psychic, not at all!"
"Ah, but we are both interested in the same thing. You are not in denial, so it must be you haven't reached that stage yet."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"You've been touched by magic, and there's all sorts of energy I'm getting from you!"
Lia kept quiet about her knowledge of the fairies, Poof and Jorgen, but she was dying to know what Vicky's friend had picked up on it. Princeton's paranormal research program had always interested her, but now that she knew that magic really existed, it tugged at her even more.
Trudy looked around Timmy's room and immediately headed for the vase of roses which Lia had brought, touching each flower lightly with her fingertips.
"Would you mind if I did a reading on you?" Timmy shrugged at first, then nodded. Trudy then chased Vicky and Lia out of the room. Lia blew him a kiss and reminded him of the party.
"Don't forget! Six-thirty at my place!" Vicky's friend then drew the curtains.
"I'm doing a thesis for my psychology class, and I'm gathering data." She set a deck of tarot cards on the bed. "Cut three piles with your left hand, then pick one of them." This he did, though he thought it useless. He didn't believe in psychics and magic and other such nonsense, but he picked the center stack, which Trudy took into her hands, and began to flip the cards one after the other until she had laid twenty-one down on his bed, three rows of seven cards each.
"You mean you guys study this in psychology?! I don't really believe in this kind of stuff, you know." he said, but Trudy just smiled.
"Once upon a time you were surrounded by magic, and now you've stopped believing? You've lost your innocence, poor thing! Let me do this reading for you, and maybe it'll jog your memory." She spoke quickly as she looked over the cards. "There are two girls you love. One must leave, while the other sits on the verge, unable to decide." Timmy was still doubtful. Trudy was Vicky's friend after all, and could have gotten some inside information from her. He scoffed softly. So far as he knew, Lia wasn't going anywhere, and Vicky lived only a few blocks away from him, still attending classes at the university.
"Tell me who they are." he asked out of curiosity. Trudy looked the spread over, and settled on two cards.
"This one's the High Priestess," she said pointing out a card, "a young girl who knows much, but is very secretive. She has great knowledge, but does not flaunt it freely. You've hurt her feelings recently, but that is not the reason for her leaving. There is a love of learning in her, and she cannot find it here in Dimmsdale. Her heart breaks, but she will go east, far away from this place." Timmy was shaken, but chalked it up to Trudy putting ideas in his head. The description closely fit that of Lia.
"Who's the other one?" he asked.
"The Queen of Pentacles. This one is also intelligent, but her leanings are towards financial matters. The card indicates an older woman with red hair. The Six of Cups says she has reunited with someone from her past, and she wavers between you and him." Now he was beginning to get worried. Trudy was hitting close to home, he thought. Even if she had gotten inside information from Vicky, that would mean there was some truth to it. Lia had given him no indication at all of leaving, but she did seem rather sad towards the end of her visit.
"The Tower card. I'm sorry, but your world is about to come crashing down around your ears. You will be sad for a short while, but you'll have many opportunities to get over it." Timmy couldn't believe he was listening to all this, and it was starting to get him down.
"What kind of opportunities are you talking about?"
"There are three others waiting in the wings. An interesting future lies ahead!" Trudy began to pick up her cards. "In a perfect world, we would all follow our destinies. In an imperfect one, we make our own decisions. Sometimes we get it right, sometimes we don't! There is nothing that I've told you here that cannot be changed. That is the way that fate works." She smiled gently at him, and patted his shoulder.
"So, what did you think?"
"You're scaring me!"
"Don't worry, you'll survive!"
Those words of reassurance did nothing to make him feel any better, but he sighed loudly, and managed an insipid half-smile back.
Vicky had sat Lia down in the lounge near the elevators. They hadn't seen each other since the football game, and she wanted to thank the young brunette for helping solve the rape of her friends, as well as that of little sister, Tootie.
"I'm glad I found you here. I wanted to thank you for all you've done!"
"Oh, don't mention it! Tootie's been great to me, and I'm only too glad to be able to help her!"
"Maybe you've got a future in law enforcement!"
"Me? A policewoman? I can't see it! I just like to solve puzzles!"
"I know. Timmy tells me you're quite the brainiac!" Lia sighed at the mention of his name.
"I don't know how I could have survived without him. Just between you and me, he's a great guy, but in spite of all his recent success, he's still very unsure of himself in a lot of things."
Vicky stared out the window wistfully, recalling how, as his mean babysitter, she probably instilled some of those insecurities in him. As he grew older, however, she found she could no longer bully him, and they settled into a relationship of detente. Timmy was growing to be a man, and no longer paid much attention to her threats. She, on the other hand, began to concentrate on a new goal in medicine. The Turner's continued to hire her as his "baby-sitter," oblivious to the fact that their "little boy" was growing up. She considered them clueless in that respect, but they paid well, and Timmy never gave her much trouble anyway. He did everything he had to on his own, and went to bed straight away. On those nights when he didn't, they had some nice conversations, all the more surprising because of the pent up hostilities that had built up between them over the years. Then there was that night earlier in the week when he dropped the bomb on her. He wanted to have sex . . . with her! Why? Because he wanted to have some experience under his belt, and not flub the whole first time thing with Lia, the girl she was now having a chat with, his girlfriend. She should have listened to all the alarm bells going off, but she didn't, and if his parents hadn't come home early that night, they would have been screwing the whole night long.
There was that seven year difference between them, and there were laws regarding statutory rape that could send her to prison if she was found out. Even so, Vicky found herself moistening as she thought about that night. She turned away from the window, and her private musings, only to find herself staring directly into the eyes of Lia. She quickly averted her gaze, embarrassed by her thoughts, but it was too late. Lacroix already knew something. Vicky's face took on a rosy red hue which matched her fiery hair, and Lia likewise turned crimson, feeling the older girl's awkwardness. They both laughed nervously.
Lia hadn't quite figured out what had caused Vicky to suddenly blush, but it must have had something to do with sex . . . and Timmy. A few indirect questions could possibly reveal the cause, but it wasn't in her best interest to expose Vicky for whatever it was. She could tell the red-head had feelings for her boyfriend, and that Timmy had enough trust in her to run to her for help when he had that strange affliction that practically turned his penis inside out. So what if he wasn't a virgin, she never expected him to be when they first met anyway, but at least she was, and she gave herself to him willingly, and gladly. Vicky could be added to her short list of potential girlfriends in case Tootie and Trixie didn't pan out.
"Tootie tells me you met an old boyfriend the other night! Must be exciting!"
"It was good seeing him again after all these years. We went to an old hang out for lunch."
"That wouldn't have been Bella Mia, would it?"
"No, no. We were right across the street from there, at Billy Burgers. Were you downtown this morning?"
"Yeah, I was with a friend having lunch at Bella Mia. There was a girl in there I thought might have been you." Lia wasn't intending to probe for anything, she was just trying to make conversation.
"I think I saw that girl, another red-head, coming out. She looked angry!"
"She had a fight with the guy she was with. He wanted to have sex with her, but he was either married, or attached, and she wouldn't have anything to do with that!"
"How did you know that? Were they yelling and screaming?" Lia chuckled.
"I'm an expert in nonverbal communication! I didn't get to see the girl's face, but I got a good look at her companion's!"
Vicky turned pale at those words. In psych class she had learned of people who could pick you apart by watching for facial expressions, body language, and even the sound of your voice. Had Lia been analyzing her all this time without her knowledge? If she could only remain calm for a little while longer, maybe everything would just go away. But it wasn't to be. Vicky began to panic, feeling much like a cornered animal, and was ready to strike back. Lia was already recognizing the effects.
"Vicky? Are you okay?" Vicky glared at her icily.
"You're going to dump Timmy for that guy you were with, aren't you?" she blurted out. She was grasping at straws, but managed to catch Lia off guard. The teen realized Vicky was talking about Trixie, who was carrying on as a guy outside the restaurant.
"You've got it all wrong, Vicky! That was just my friend . . .!"
"Well, that was a pretty good kiss you shared for being 'just friends'!"
"Look, I-I admit that I have to leave Timmy, but not because of what you think!" Vicky scoffed.
"Huh! I'm sure you have a reasonable explanation all prepared!" Lia picked up her belongings, and headed for the elevator. Vicky was having a panic attack, and there would be no reasoning with her at this point. "Well? What's your explanation, hon? I'd certainly like to hear it! Should make for a good laugh!" The elevator door opened, and the teen got in.
With her back to still Vicky, she turned her head, "I'm moving to New Jersey to go to college, and there's no turning back . . . I've been offered a scholarship."
Vicky gasped and jumped up off her chair. It was the same reason Gerald had to leave her, all those years ago. She slammed the elevator button in the nick of time, and the doors re-opened. But it was empty, and Lia was nowhere in sight. She staggered backwards in disbelief, not comprehending what had just happened, and sat back down once more, her anxiety had vanished as suddenly as Lacroix, and now she felt like a complete idiot. Her main concern was if Lia had discovered the secret between her and Timmy, and would she act on it. She could feel her stomach tying itself in knots, and took a deep breath in to calm herself. The elevator door opened again, but it was Timmy's parents who stepped out.
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Turner!"
"Oh! Vicky! Nice to see you, dear! Come to visit Timmy?"
"Yes, but I'm not feeling very well at the moment. Could you please give him my regards and tell him I'll give him a call later?"
"No problemo, Vickster!" said his dad, "We'll let him know! Hope you're not contagious!" he chuckled.
Trudy came trotting down the hall, writing some notes down a tablet, and noticed Vicky holding herself tightly, as if she were freezing.
"S'matter with you, girl? You look like someone walked over your grave!" Vicky gave her a worried look.
"Trudy, I-I had sex with a minor. Am I going to jail?"
"You're talking about Timmy, aren't you."
"Y-yeah."
"Maybe if you had sex with him two years ago!" she knocked on Vicky's head, "the age of consent is fourteen in our state!"
Vicky passed out from relief.
The Bet
Timmy was disappointed that Vicky didn't come back in, but was understanding. He asked his parents to drop him off at the arcades in town as it was the day when the vendors brought in a fresh supply of comics for the week. The racks had already been picked through by the younger kids, and Timmy thought himself lucky as he reached for the last issue of "Skull Squisher." A hand reached up and grabbed him by the wrist.
"Hey buddy, I saw that first!" an unnaturally lowered voice called out. He stared at the hand that had him in an iron grip. No guy he knew had painted nails, so it could only be one person. Trixie Tang. He heard her unmistakable giggle.
"Not this time, 'Gnat,' or Nate, or whatever you want to call yourself today! I could call you . . .!"
"Shhh! Don't you dare, Timmy Turner, or so help me I'll give you a purple nurple!"
"You wouldn't dare!" he grinned. Timmy liked seeing this side of Trixie. She was still beautiful in his eyes, but a bit more spontaneous than her "cool girl" self. Incognito, she could act the way she wanted without worrying about what others thought about her. She gave him a somewhat sinister grin.
"Play you for it!"
"Aww! If that's the case, I may as well hand it over to you right now!" Trixie released his hand, and chuckled.
"Ha ha ha! I'm just kidding! I already bought my copy! You can have that one . . . it's probably all dog-eared by now!" This version of Trixie was much better than the Jekyll and Hyde girl he knew from school. There was a glow about her, and her face seemed flush, like she was on something. Her caffeine rush still coursed through her veins, making her more animated than usual.
"C'mon, Timmy, I'll give you another chance to get even with me, and take back your high score on 'Zombie Drive-By!"
"Alright, but you're gonna regret it!" Tang gave him a smug look. Lia had given her a few of her tips on the game, and several of the others she had developed. Trixie wasn't expecting to find Timmy here, but now that she had him, it seemed a good time to try out what she had learned.
"Zombie Drive-By, then?" Turner hesitated after catching a gleam in her eye, and tapped the button on the console. The top ten scores now belonged to the Asian girl, the highest was ten million points higher than when they first played.
"Yipes!" he yelled, "Let's try 'Dead-Face' instead! That's more my speed! Nothin' like a good ole alien bug hunt to get my mojo going!" Timmy had played it many times before and knew the ins and outs. There was no way Trixie was going to beat him on this machine. But the girl with the cap pulled down to her eyes, again smiled smugly.
"You seem confident. Are we playing just for bragging rights? Or shall we make this interesting?"
"What do you have in mind?"
"I'm looking to complete my mini-series set of 'The Crimson Chin meets Asteroid Annie.' I'm guessing you have some spares I can win off of you!"
"Hmmm. And what if I don't?"
"I'm sure you'd be willing to make an 'equitable' substitution!"
"You sound pretty sure of yourself. Supposing you lose, what then?" She dipped her eyes at him.
"You can have my ass in bed . . . anyway you want it!" she grinned. Timmy shivered as goose bumps crawled across his back. She seemed dead serious, but could be flirting, as she was apt to do. Was Trixie one of the girls "waiting in the wings" that Trudy had mentioned?
"No fair! You're trying to psyche me out!"
"Ha ha ha! You think maybe I'd lose on purpose just to get in bed with you? You're sooo vain! I'm just that certain I'll win!" Turner put on a show of bravado.
"Huh!" he scoffed, "All this just for comic books? I think you might have some other hidden agenda!"
"What's the matter, Timmy, you afraid?" she snickered, "Alright, I'll make this simple! We'll forget about the comics, then. If you lose, I get to fuck you. If I lose, you get to fuck me! It's win-win either way!" Turner's eyes popped open, and his jaw dropped in disbelief.
"B-but why are you suggesting such a thing? I would have given my eye-tooth to be with you a few years ago, but you were so aloof and distant back then. Why now?" Trixie sighed, and her attitude softened.
"She hasn't told you, has she."
"Who? Lia? Is that who you're talking about? How do you know all this? Is she leaving me for someone else? I knew it!"
Lia hadn't told him yet, and Tang had let the cat out of the bag. Now it was up to her to calm Timmy down, and explain the situation to him.
"Stop right there, Timmy Turner. She is not leaving you for another guy! She loves you very much, it's just that she's going east to attend college and has to leave Dimmsdale. I'm sorry I'm the one to tell you this, but I guess it couldn't be helped. I met with her several days ago after I ran into you here, and we patched up our differences back then. I had lunch with her today, and she told what she needed to do. Don't be angry with her. I'm sure she was going to explain everything to you tonight." Timmy hung his head.
"I feel like such an idiot," he sighed, "and I thought she had more 'experience' than she was letting on."
"Lia has never been with another guy before, I'm positive about that. I don't know where you ever got that idea!"
"Well," he cleared his throat, "she took me all the way down her throat this afternoon. I didn't think any girl could do that without some kind of training." Trixie was somewhat taken aback.
"Really? I've seen you Timmy! You'd choke a horse! I can't imagine Lia being able to do that!"
"So, do you think she's still as innocent as she seems?"
"I don't know where she learned to do that, but I stand by my convictions. That girl has only ever been with one guy, and that's you! Period!" Timmy backed off, surprised to see that Trixie had come to her defense, and sat himself down on one of the arcades many benches. "Timmy Turner, you are still so insecure after all this time. If you had shown me a little more backbone when I attended Dimmsdale, I might have gone out with you." He wrung his hands, and a disconsolate look overtook him.
"She never told me a thing. There's a lot of things I still don't know about her. Sometimes I feel like she keeps secrets from me."
"She's the kind of person who'll tell you whatever you want to know, but you have to ask her straight out. Did you know she tinkers with arcade games? Some of the games in here were designed by her, and she even showed me some of the tricks to beating the machines. I was planning to beat your pants off on 'Dead Face,' but now I don't have the heart. My secret is out." He managed a chuckle.
"Sez the girl who comes to the arcades dressed like a guy." Trixie laughed, then took off her baseball cap, letting her hair flow down across her back.
"Okay, maybe you're right. I should be more upfront, and not so pretentious. Besides, strapping my boobs down was getting to be pain! I never really impressed anyone at my school, but Lia came up to me when I thought my world was falling apart, and became my friend, a good friend, too! Only recently did I realize how much she means to me, and I won't have you or any other person thinking bad thoughts about her!" Timmy stared into her jade colored eyes with wonder.
"You two must be very close." Trixie drew away from him, a furtive smile crossing her lips.
"You have no idea. Now, about our bet . . . !"
End Chapter 25
A/N: Happy New Year! Sorry for being so late with the update, but the Mayan Calendar must have caught up with me! Contracted a nasty little virus that had me in bed most of the holidays. That plus having so much visitors coming all at the same time during the Christmas rush had me spinning in circles!
In tarot, the High Priestess is typically a person who will let out only as much information as he/she feels is important for you to know. Trying to get anymore than that would be like pulling teeth! They can be quite intriguing, mysterious in many ways, but will grow impatient if you press them too hard on a matter. In the reverse (upside down) position, she could be perceived as a know-it-all, or a spreader of misinformation and gossip. She'd make an excellent spy!
The Queen of Pentacles is a warm, caring woman, good with money and business in general. She could be your mother, or an older sister, or some other family member. Typically described as a swarthy, red-head, of Mediterranean origin. In the reversed position she would seem bitchy, cold-hearted, and greedy! Sounds like old Vicky!
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep is a real book title, and the basis for the movie, "Blade Runner."
In the original story, Vicky was hesitant at first, to make love with Timmy because she was so much older than him, therefore the statutory rape explanation. "You blab, I do time!" And yes, I do go back to the source now and then, to keep my facts straight! I love MistressofthePen's writing style, and try to keep up with it! In that story, Vicky had a friend named Trish who asked her if she would have sex with a fifteen year old Timmy (he was nine at the time!), and Vicky's response was "Sure . . . why not!" Had I been a little more intuitive, I would have changed Trudy's name to Trish instead, just to keep up with the storyline. As for why she's in here at all, well, let's just say it's because she is in tune with the magic world. That's all you're getting out of me!