Ch3
The number of stitches was sixteen, she told them, as she was led into the
Cohen household, greeted by joyful surprise by both Kirsten and Sandy, who
were drying dishes in the kitchen.
"Tasha?" Kirsten gasped, dropping her washcloth with a splash into the
sudsy water, "I though Patricia and Jimmy weren't on speaking terms?"
"Wonderful welcome Kirsten. She hasn't been here for a year and this is
what you say?" Sandy asked, and then turning to Tasha held out his arms,
into which she was soon enfolded into a quick hug, towel still in hand.
"How you doing Kiddo! Long time no see!"
Kirsten then stole her, and apologized for her idiocy, and held her an arms
length away. "You've grown up so much! Hasn't she Sandy?"
Tasha was not the only one mortified at that moment. All three teenagers
cringed.
"She's still the kid with the skinned knees to me," Sandy told her kindly,
ruffling her thick dark hair. Kirsten then turned to Seth.
"Hasn't she Seth?" Seth completely horrified and now hued a deep crimson
balked.
"Mom!" He cried, despairing. He knew.he *had* to know, it was extremely
obvious; she was most definitely ostensibly female, with an hour glass
figure that would put Marilyn Monroe to shame. He almost bit his lip. What
was this? Did his mother not have any idea that she could have put a gun to
his head; the immediate danger was no different.
"Well she has," Kirsten replied to her shame-faced son, who was so usually
full of witty repartee, was now gestulating half-heartedly with his mouth
agape.
Her reply was greeted with stricken silence, and so followed up with her
first question, "So have Patricia and Jimmy made up?"
Taken aback by the sudden change in subject, Tasha simply blinked.
"Mom, let it go, okay," Seth cautioned, taking Tasha's arm and pulling her
out of the kitchen. "Well, no one gets past the firing squad unscathed." He
told her.
Tasha on the other hand was stifling a grin. "What was the big deal?
Haven't I grown Seth?" She asked, batting her eyes at him.
"You know what you are?" he asked, turning and walking backwards, pointing
his finger at her in a mock accusing manner.
"Not really. Enlighten me, oh wise one,"
Ryan watched the scene from the background, admiring the bantering of the
two.
"You, my friend, are a-OOOFFPH!" he exhaled, as he landed sprawled on his
back across the stairs.
"God got you back," She cautioned, watching as Ryan leant a hand to his
stumbling friend.
"For what?" He questioned, agitated, brushing his shirt with his hands,
carefully watching his step, to the amusement of both Tasha and Ryan.
"For what you were about to say," She told him in a patronizing voice.
"What, have you not grown past the age of six?" he asked, exasperated.
"According to your mother I have grown, haven't I Seth?" She insinuated,
smiling gleefully at trapping him within his own snark.
"And we've come full circle," he replied, spreading his arms wide as he
opened the door to his room. "Do you know what you women are? Nazis. Your
like the fun-Nazis, you suck the fun right out of everything," he
harrumphed, falling on his bed and scrounging beneath it.
"Because the parental moment was the epitome of fun, especially when she
asked you if I'd grown up any?"
At that moment, for some reason, Seth lost his balance and fell, head first
onto the comic-strewn floor.
"Oow," he stated, lying on his back and rubbing his head.
"I told you so," she concluded.
"Told me what?"
"God got you back."
"So what if he did. He's a cruel, cruel God."
The next few minutes were spent rummaging around the floor and under the
bed for the newest Legion comic that Tasha was dying to borrow, which she
in return, leant him the newest Ayasha No Ceres.
They played video games, and Tasha bemoaned her bad luck at having ill-coordinated thumbs. "No, seriously, they're cursed! It's like they just don't want to win!"
"Yes, I've heard of an affliction quite like that in some medical books, called, yousuckitis. Terrible really." Seth consoled.
Ryan laughed, and Tasha playfully punched his arm. "Not you too, or I will be completely out numbered by dorks."
"I will do my best to stray from the light that is dorkdom." He told her gravely.
"We were too late to save Seth," She sighed, pretending to wipe a tear from her cheek. Ryan, put a hand up to his heart and made sniffling sounds.
"Shut up you guys. I'm not a dork,"
This of course, was greeted with dubious looks.
"Okay, maybe I'm a little bit of a dork."
"Just a tad," Tasha replied, looking at her watch. "Damn, I gotta go. See you tomorrow guys. It was really nice to meet you Ryan."
She turned and wrapped her arms around Seth in a friendly goodbye, and he breathed in the smell of her, glad to have her back, for however long that would be.
The two boys walked her to the door and waved as she crossed the yards.
"So.has she grown?" Ryan asked an amused half grin on his face.
"Oh hell yes. It's gonna be super hard to think of her as objectively female now. Especially after what mom said. Because she has grown.especially in the.mammary necessities." he told Ryan, motioning to his chest.
"Oh hell yes. That is some set of mammary necessities," he agreed.
They played video games, and Tasha bemoaned her bad luck at having ill-coordinated thumbs. "No, seriously, they're cursed! It's like they just don't want to win!"
"Yes, I've heard of an affliction quite like that in some medical books, called, yousuckitis. Terrible really." Seth consoled.
Ryan laughed, and Tasha playfully punched his arm. "Not you too, or I will be completely out numbered by dorks."
"I will do my best to stray from the light that is dorkdom." He told her gravely.
"We were too late to save Seth," She sighed, pretending to wipe a tear from her cheek. Ryan, put a hand up to his heart and made sniffling sounds.
"Shut up you guys. I'm not a dork,"
This of course, was greeted with dubious looks.
"Okay, maybe I'm a little bit of a dork."
"Just a tad," Tasha replied, looking at her watch. "Damn, I gotta go. See you tomorrow guys. It was really nice to meet you Ryan."
She turned and wrapped her arms around Seth in a friendly goodbye, and he breathed in the smell of her, glad to have her back, for however long that would be.
The two boys walked her to the door and waved as she crossed the yards.
"So.has she grown?" Ryan asked an amused half grin on his face.
"Oh hell yes. It's gonna be super hard to think of her as objectively female now. Especially after what mom said. Because she has grown.especially in the.mammary necessities." he told Ryan, motioning to his chest.
"Oh hell yes. That is some set of mammary necessities," he agreed.
