Part 27 ^_^
Doris saw the thermos and instantly brightened. "Confiscated drink?"
"Confiscated drink," said Edward. "It smells like chocolate, so it
could be vodka - or even Schnapps."
"Oooo..." Doris left her station. "Count me in."
Edward opened the door for her to enter his office.
"Am I attractive to you?"
_Ooop. Words of doom..._ Kurt thought, looking at Jimaine. "You're
very pretty," he said, attempting to avoid the issue.
Some guy behind her snuck a feel of her hair. Odd. In fact, most of
the males around the place were kind of - salivating - in her general
direction.
"But you don't feel attracted to me," she said.
_I'm doomed. If I tell the truth, she'll fry me. If I lie, she'll know
and she'll fry me. If I avoid the issue... I might have a chance._ "I
made a promise," he said. "I made a vow. It's your choice whether you
release me - or make me see it through. What I *feel* doesn't come into
it."
Quicker than a snake, her hand whipped out and slapped the guy who was
feeling her hair. Her rising ire could be felt like heat from her body.
_Heat,_ thought Kurt. _Maybe--? Nein, that's animals... But magic
merges animal traits with humans, sometimes. Ach! What do I know about
this? Just go with the flow, ja?_
Jimaine smoothed her hair out of easy reach for the unlucky groper.
"What you feel *can* matter," she said. "I want to know the truth. What
do you feel when you see me?"
"Fear," he murmured, waiting for the hammer to fall.
Jimaine smiled. "I'm not all bad," she whispered. "You could find me
very good, if you let me."
"I'm yours by oath," he said. "But you can't sway my heart and soul,
Jimaine."
Surprisingly gentle, she laid her hand on his. "At least let me try to
convince you?" she pleaded. "I don't want to see you suffer."
Kurt shivered the minute she let go. She was lying. He could see it in
her eyes.
Meanwhile, in the Principal's office...
"Is the air conditioning working?" Doris wondered, absently
unbuttoning her blouse. "It feels - so *hot*."
Edward had taken his coat off and was getting rid of his tie. Both had
kicked off their shoes after the first glass. "Seems to be," he said.
"Maybe the coolant needs... recharging..." But he couldn't keep his mind
on air conditioning. What he kept turning back to was the lucious form
propped against his desk, all curves... and the blessed white mounds
that peeked over her bra with her every breath. He shed the tie and
worked on the cuffs and neck of his shirt. "Doris?"
"Mmmmm?"
"I have to have you."
"Oh, Edward," she breathed, and almost fell on him from her perch.
All of a sudden, their hands couldn't move fast enough, they were
struggling with each other's clothes, and they couldn't get enough air,
but that didn't matter, since they both needed the taste of the other in
their mouths.
They both tasted of the chocolate that was now dripping slowly from
the overturned thermos, and onto the deep shag carpeting below.
"Hubie, have you noticed anything like, *odd* about today?"
Hubert shrugged, looking around nervously as he did so. "It all seems
normal to me," he said.
Kitty picked at her salad. "There's something missing," she said. "I
like, don't know what it is? But it's like, bugging the *heck* out of
me."
"Mister Hubert Hughes?" said an MiB.
"...oh heck..." said Hubert. "I didn't do anything illegal! I just
know how! I did it for love, 'cause that jerk Alvers doesn't know how to
treat a Lady! I only broke in! I didn't alter anything!"
"Hubert?" said Kitty. "Um. Like, what?"
"Oh, Kitty," he seized her hand. "That lowlife would've pounded me in
a fight, and we both know it, so I tried to take care of him with what I
knew, and -- now I'm going to jail."
"No you're not," said the other MiB.
"We represent the Microsoft Corporation," said the first, "and we'd
like to interest you in a future position in Microsoft Security
software."
"*WHAT*?"
"It's a very lucrative career," said the second. "With your talents,
Mister Hughes, you could be netting ten grand a week, pre-tax."
"...eep," said Hubert, and fainted.
"I'm missing an entire *day*?" said Scott. "How'd *that* happen?"
"There was a lot of power in the spell, I guess," said Jamie, who was
doing his HomeSchool work. "I don't really know, I know what I hear from
Jubilee."
"And - what did you hear from Jubilee?" said Scott.
"Well, the first night, you went out with your guitar and tried to
sing _Greensleeves_ under her window..."
"Oh, God..." whimpered Scott.
"And you were singing about rain in September when we tied you down
until the next morning, too," added Jamie. He'd doubled himself so that
one could do the HomeSchool work while the other chatted. "Did you know
that you can't sing?"
"...oh God..."
"And the next day, you broke out, bought Jimaine roses, and you wrote a
poem to go with. And a... candygram, with a poem. And a singing Elvis-
gram."
"...oh God..."
"And you got some foreign flower from Germany? Eedelwissy?"
"Eidelweiss?"
"Yeah! And you got that and you sang the flower song to Jimaine over
the Cafeteria PA? And you tried to give her the flowers but she ran away
'cause they were all wilted and dead? And the whole *school* chased
you!"
"...oh God..."
"Can I ask a question?"
"What?" said Scott.
"What's so funny about girls playing pingpong? I heard Jubes and Amara
laughing about it but when I asked them, they went all quiet."
"...oh God..." whimpered Scott. "I'm doomed."
This had to be the weirdest school in the history of Bayville,
Superintendant Skinner decided. The half of the staff that weren't drunk
out of their skulls were either happily in lala land or popping pills
like candy.
And where the *hell* was Kelly? Usually, when a Superintendant popped
up, the Principal spontaneously appeared in a cloud of brown-nosing and
songs of praise, if not hasty excuses for whatever malarky was going on;
and this place had *malarky*.
Resolute, and determined to find out why it was *snowing* in one of
the hallways, Superintendant Skinner marched up to the Principal's
office and barged in.
Only to find the Principal in flagrante delicto with his secretary.
Stark, as the street patois was wont to say, bollocks naked.
Skinner quietly sneaked out and shut the door, and found a crowd of
happy, gossipy, teenaged observers.
"Ahem," he said, not used to explaining things to minors. "Move along.
Nothing more to see, here."
The secretary had a particularly loud and deeply religious orgasm.
"...doomed," he muttered. "We're all doomed..."
Where force had failed, maybe guile and cunning would work. Jimaine
decided to play nice, pour on the charm, and otherwise use gentler
methods to turn the demon's head.
First, she fed him, reasoning that a demon's heart, as well as a
man's, was close to his stomach. When she had him purring softly to
himself, she lead him away from the maddening crowd - who were gossiping
insanely about Principal Kelly and Secretary Doris going at it like
rabid weasels - to a secluded, shady spot on the school grounds.
Kurt had always felt more relaxed around nature. And he was even
smiling as he leaned up against a handy tree.
"Mmmmm..." he said, still softly purring. "Now *this* is nice."
She leaned up against him. "See?" she said. "I know how to treat you
right." One arm wound around his shoulders so her hand could play with
his ear while she whispered in the other. "I can make this *entire*
experience worth your while."
His body was answering her, she could feel the flow of energies
change, but his heart and mind remained impenetrable to her.
"Geliebter... Nein. Please. Despite my promise, I - I *love* Amanda.
Please? Just free me from my vow?"
She added a subtle flow of magic into some key chakra-spots, so that
his body would feel aroused by her touch. His heart would beat faster,
and perhaps, just perhaps, his mind would begin to become confused.
"You're mine, Kurt Wagner," she said. "We both know it. We're
*destined*. You can feel it, can't you? Your mouth says 'no'," here, she
gently rested her hand against his growing hardness, "but your body says
'yes'." She moved closer to his lips.
"Oops. HEADS UP!"
{Boont!} A soccerball collided with Kurt's skull, forcing it back into
the tree with concussive force.
"Sorry about that," said the blonde soccer player. "I swear my aim
isn't usually that off." She retrieved the ball. "Uh oh. Um. I think
you'd better take your boyfriend to the nurse's office. I think he's
bleeding."
Was there some force of nature or magic that was working against her
or *what*? Jimaine hauled the unconscious demon to his feet. "Rrrrr..."
she kept the growl down to a murmur, hidden under noises of strain in
picking Kurt up. "It's okay," she managed through gritted teeth. "I have
him." _Good Goddess, what *next*? What force could possibly be working
against me?_
[What *IS* the mysterious power thwarting Jimaine's plans? *WILL*
Scooter ever get over being fatally embaressed at school? What *IS* so
darned funny about girls and pingpong? Find out the answers to these
questions and more when I get my butt into gear and write another
thrilling chapter of -- Reale Liebe!]
Doris saw the thermos and instantly brightened. "Confiscated drink?"
"Confiscated drink," said Edward. "It smells like chocolate, so it
could be vodka - or even Schnapps."
"Oooo..." Doris left her station. "Count me in."
Edward opened the door for her to enter his office.
"Am I attractive to you?"
_Ooop. Words of doom..._ Kurt thought, looking at Jimaine. "You're
very pretty," he said, attempting to avoid the issue.
Some guy behind her snuck a feel of her hair. Odd. In fact, most of
the males around the place were kind of - salivating - in her general
direction.
"But you don't feel attracted to me," she said.
_I'm doomed. If I tell the truth, she'll fry me. If I lie, she'll know
and she'll fry me. If I avoid the issue... I might have a chance._ "I
made a promise," he said. "I made a vow. It's your choice whether you
release me - or make me see it through. What I *feel* doesn't come into
it."
Quicker than a snake, her hand whipped out and slapped the guy who was
feeling her hair. Her rising ire could be felt like heat from her body.
_Heat,_ thought Kurt. _Maybe--? Nein, that's animals... But magic
merges animal traits with humans, sometimes. Ach! What do I know about
this? Just go with the flow, ja?_
Jimaine smoothed her hair out of easy reach for the unlucky groper.
"What you feel *can* matter," she said. "I want to know the truth. What
do you feel when you see me?"
"Fear," he murmured, waiting for the hammer to fall.
Jimaine smiled. "I'm not all bad," she whispered. "You could find me
very good, if you let me."
"I'm yours by oath," he said. "But you can't sway my heart and soul,
Jimaine."
Surprisingly gentle, she laid her hand on his. "At least let me try to
convince you?" she pleaded. "I don't want to see you suffer."
Kurt shivered the minute she let go. She was lying. He could see it in
her eyes.
Meanwhile, in the Principal's office...
"Is the air conditioning working?" Doris wondered, absently
unbuttoning her blouse. "It feels - so *hot*."
Edward had taken his coat off and was getting rid of his tie. Both had
kicked off their shoes after the first glass. "Seems to be," he said.
"Maybe the coolant needs... recharging..." But he couldn't keep his mind
on air conditioning. What he kept turning back to was the lucious form
propped against his desk, all curves... and the blessed white mounds
that peeked over her bra with her every breath. He shed the tie and
worked on the cuffs and neck of his shirt. "Doris?"
"Mmmmm?"
"I have to have you."
"Oh, Edward," she breathed, and almost fell on him from her perch.
All of a sudden, their hands couldn't move fast enough, they were
struggling with each other's clothes, and they couldn't get enough air,
but that didn't matter, since they both needed the taste of the other in
their mouths.
They both tasted of the chocolate that was now dripping slowly from
the overturned thermos, and onto the deep shag carpeting below.
"Hubie, have you noticed anything like, *odd* about today?"
Hubert shrugged, looking around nervously as he did so. "It all seems
normal to me," he said.
Kitty picked at her salad. "There's something missing," she said. "I
like, don't know what it is? But it's like, bugging the *heck* out of
me."
"Mister Hubert Hughes?" said an MiB.
"...oh heck..." said Hubert. "I didn't do anything illegal! I just
know how! I did it for love, 'cause that jerk Alvers doesn't know how to
treat a Lady! I only broke in! I didn't alter anything!"
"Hubert?" said Kitty. "Um. Like, what?"
"Oh, Kitty," he seized her hand. "That lowlife would've pounded me in
a fight, and we both know it, so I tried to take care of him with what I
knew, and -- now I'm going to jail."
"No you're not," said the other MiB.
"We represent the Microsoft Corporation," said the first, "and we'd
like to interest you in a future position in Microsoft Security
software."
"*WHAT*?"
"It's a very lucrative career," said the second. "With your talents,
Mister Hughes, you could be netting ten grand a week, pre-tax."
"...eep," said Hubert, and fainted.
"I'm missing an entire *day*?" said Scott. "How'd *that* happen?"
"There was a lot of power in the spell, I guess," said Jamie, who was
doing his HomeSchool work. "I don't really know, I know what I hear from
Jubilee."
"And - what did you hear from Jubilee?" said Scott.
"Well, the first night, you went out with your guitar and tried to
sing _Greensleeves_ under her window..."
"Oh, God..." whimpered Scott.
"And you were singing about rain in September when we tied you down
until the next morning, too," added Jamie. He'd doubled himself so that
one could do the HomeSchool work while the other chatted. "Did you know
that you can't sing?"
"...oh God..."
"And the next day, you broke out, bought Jimaine roses, and you wrote a
poem to go with. And a... candygram, with a poem. And a singing Elvis-
gram."
"...oh God..."
"And you got some foreign flower from Germany? Eedelwissy?"
"Eidelweiss?"
"Yeah! And you got that and you sang the flower song to Jimaine over
the Cafeteria PA? And you tried to give her the flowers but she ran away
'cause they were all wilted and dead? And the whole *school* chased
you!"
"...oh God..."
"Can I ask a question?"
"What?" said Scott.
"What's so funny about girls playing pingpong? I heard Jubes and Amara
laughing about it but when I asked them, they went all quiet."
"...oh God..." whimpered Scott. "I'm doomed."
This had to be the weirdest school in the history of Bayville,
Superintendant Skinner decided. The half of the staff that weren't drunk
out of their skulls were either happily in lala land or popping pills
like candy.
And where the *hell* was Kelly? Usually, when a Superintendant popped
up, the Principal spontaneously appeared in a cloud of brown-nosing and
songs of praise, if not hasty excuses for whatever malarky was going on;
and this place had *malarky*.
Resolute, and determined to find out why it was *snowing* in one of
the hallways, Superintendant Skinner marched up to the Principal's
office and barged in.
Only to find the Principal in flagrante delicto with his secretary.
Stark, as the street patois was wont to say, bollocks naked.
Skinner quietly sneaked out and shut the door, and found a crowd of
happy, gossipy, teenaged observers.
"Ahem," he said, not used to explaining things to minors. "Move along.
Nothing more to see, here."
The secretary had a particularly loud and deeply religious orgasm.
"...doomed," he muttered. "We're all doomed..."
Where force had failed, maybe guile and cunning would work. Jimaine
decided to play nice, pour on the charm, and otherwise use gentler
methods to turn the demon's head.
First, she fed him, reasoning that a demon's heart, as well as a
man's, was close to his stomach. When she had him purring softly to
himself, she lead him away from the maddening crowd - who were gossiping
insanely about Principal Kelly and Secretary Doris going at it like
rabid weasels - to a secluded, shady spot on the school grounds.
Kurt had always felt more relaxed around nature. And he was even
smiling as he leaned up against a handy tree.
"Mmmmm..." he said, still softly purring. "Now *this* is nice."
She leaned up against him. "See?" she said. "I know how to treat you
right." One arm wound around his shoulders so her hand could play with
his ear while she whispered in the other. "I can make this *entire*
experience worth your while."
His body was answering her, she could feel the flow of energies
change, but his heart and mind remained impenetrable to her.
"Geliebter... Nein. Please. Despite my promise, I - I *love* Amanda.
Please? Just free me from my vow?"
She added a subtle flow of magic into some key chakra-spots, so that
his body would feel aroused by her touch. His heart would beat faster,
and perhaps, just perhaps, his mind would begin to become confused.
"You're mine, Kurt Wagner," she said. "We both know it. We're
*destined*. You can feel it, can't you? Your mouth says 'no'," here, she
gently rested her hand against his growing hardness, "but your body says
'yes'." She moved closer to his lips.
"Oops. HEADS UP!"
{Boont!} A soccerball collided with Kurt's skull, forcing it back into
the tree with concussive force.
"Sorry about that," said the blonde soccer player. "I swear my aim
isn't usually that off." She retrieved the ball. "Uh oh. Um. I think
you'd better take your boyfriend to the nurse's office. I think he's
bleeding."
Was there some force of nature or magic that was working against her
or *what*? Jimaine hauled the unconscious demon to his feet. "Rrrrr..."
she kept the growl down to a murmur, hidden under noises of strain in
picking Kurt up. "It's okay," she managed through gritted teeth. "I have
him." _Good Goddess, what *next*? What force could possibly be working
against me?_
[What *IS* the mysterious power thwarting Jimaine's plans? *WILL*
Scooter ever get over being fatally embaressed at school? What *IS* so
darned funny about girls and pingpong? Find out the answers to these
questions and more when I get my butt into gear and write another
thrilling chapter of -- Reale Liebe!]