Dreaming of you
Chapter 5:
Mrs. Peggy led Malik to the parlor and they both sat down. Her butler had just given them each some tea and finger sandwiches. Malik picked a sandwich up and looked at it, 'If never seen a sandwich this small... I better not eat it.'
"Would you like anything with your tea?" Mrs. Peggy interrupted his thoughts, "Lemon, scotch, sugar, blowjob?"
"Wha... What was that last one?!"
"Uh... sugar." She smiled sweetly.
'Hmm. Aw, she's just messing with me... just trying to make me go crazy...'
"So, Malik how was your day?"
"Stressful."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Want me to give you a full body massage?"
"No thanks. I'm fine."
She frowned, "Did Marik have a good day?"
"Marik... I think his day was fine."
"Did you ask him?"
"No... he seems to think I haven't been well lately."
"A cold?"
"Maybe..."
"I can cure you of that."
"Excuse me?"
She sauntered over to him and started massaging his shoulders, "I can cure a lot of things. You know, I used to be a nurse."
"Oh..." Malik tried to shake her off of his shoulders but it didn't work.
"Malik, you should relax more."
"..."
"Do you know why I called you over here today?"
"You wanted me to do something for you..." Malik now fully understood what she wanted from him.
"That's right." She took off the robe and stood in front of Malik. "What do you think?"
Malik's eye twitched and he made a noise in the back of his throat.
"What's wrong, Malik?"
"Nothing... I almost threw up, that's all..."
She rubbed his head, "Poor baby."
"Uh... Mrs. Peggy?"
"No please, call me Mommy."
"Uh... okay. Mommy?"
"Yes?"
"What happened to Mr. Peggy?"
"Oh, he died."
"Then why don't you change your name to Ms. Peggy."
"It's a long story."
"I wouldn't mind hearing it!" He was trying to stall for time until the S.W.A.T team arrived.
"Not now," She put her wrinkled old fingers to his lips, "Shh..."
"..."
She reached down with her other hand and undid his pants, "Ooh, you're a big boy."
He pushed her hand away, "What are you doing?"
"You don't have to be shy with me Malik, dear."
"I'm not shy. But I don't wanna-" she put her fingers to his lips again.
"It's okay... Mommy's here."
Malik looked at the door, 'I could make a run for it... I bet I could make it.'
Mrs. Peggy leaned in to kiss him. And Malik pulled back, 'No... I can't bring myself to do this. NO!'
He ran straight into the hallway and out the door. "NO!!!"
Mrs. Peggy watched him run down the street, "Darn. I'll get you Malik... one way or another."
Malik ran down the street and when he realized that Mrs. Peggy wasn't running after him, he slowed down. "Close call."
He walked down to the bus stop, 'Aw man, since I ran away she'll tell Marik... Unless I stop her... but how am I supposed to stop a sex crazed old lady?'
The bus pulled up and Malik got on. He sat in the same seat next to that toeless guy. "Hey boy-o."
"Uh... hey."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing..."
"Yup, something's wrong."
"Oh, and how would you know?"
"Oi, I know everything."
"Oh yeah? Then what's 2 plus 2?"
"Uh... I know worldly stuff, boy-o. You know, life problems. Like for instance... I can tell you that what you just did was the right thing."
"What?" Malik looked up.
"Yup. That thing was way too old. It's good that you got rid of it. You should go tell that guy the truth."
"Marik?"
"Is that his name? Well, ya learn something new everyday."
"Wow, you really do know!"
"Course I do, boy-o."
"Then I should go tell him... but what if he gets his feelings hurt?"
"That won't happen... after all, it was just a banana."
"What?"
"A banana. Isn't that what this is about? Your friend Marik gave you a rotten banana and you threw it away. Now you're worried he'll be upset when you tell him his banana was old. Isn't that right?"
"...NO!"
"Oh... well, then I guess I was wrong."
Malik slapped his head, "You've gotta be kidding me."
"Don't be so upset boy-o. What was it really about?"
"Nothing... just pretend we never had this conversation."
"Alright, boy-o."
"Will ya stop callin' me that!?"
"... Your name is?"
"Malik. My name is Malik."
"Okay then, Malik. Everyone calls me Potato Joe."
"Why?"
He gave him an ugly look, "You don't want to know."
"You're right, I've lost all interest in that question."
In about ten more minutes Malik took another bus back towards home, he was tired of hearing Potato Joe talking.
When he was a street from his house he heard a voice from behind him, "Malik, wait a minute!"
He turned around, 'Oh Ra..."
"Hey, Malik." It was Joey.
"Oh, hey."
"Um, listen. I'm sorry about yesterday, I knew you felt uncomfortable and everything but I didn't stop."
"That's okay."
"I hope I didn't freak you out."
Malik gave a weak smile.
"Well," Joey put a hand on Malik's shoulder, "I wanted to invite you to this thing that they're holding at the park. I managed to get two tickets. It's like an outdoor concert with fireworks, it's not till tomorrow... Do you want to come?"
"..." Malik looked back at his house, "Actually, I'm spending time with Marik tomorrow. Sorry, I can't. Uh, thanks anyways."
"Okay." Joey tried to hide his hurt feelings, "I'll see ya later then."
"Bye."
Joey was about to leave but instead whipped around and grabbed Malik by the shoulders. He pushed his lips to Malik's, and worked his tongue through into Malik's mouth. He reluctantly leg go and started to walk of, "Bye Malik."
"..." Malik stood there, 'Ra, I hope no one saw that.'
Chapter 5:
Mrs. Peggy led Malik to the parlor and they both sat down. Her butler had just given them each some tea and finger sandwiches. Malik picked a sandwich up and looked at it, 'If never seen a sandwich this small... I better not eat it.'
"Would you like anything with your tea?" Mrs. Peggy interrupted his thoughts, "Lemon, scotch, sugar, blowjob?"
"Wha... What was that last one?!"
"Uh... sugar." She smiled sweetly.
'Hmm. Aw, she's just messing with me... just trying to make me go crazy...'
"So, Malik how was your day?"
"Stressful."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Want me to give you a full body massage?"
"No thanks. I'm fine."
She frowned, "Did Marik have a good day?"
"Marik... I think his day was fine."
"Did you ask him?"
"No... he seems to think I haven't been well lately."
"A cold?"
"Maybe..."
"I can cure you of that."
"Excuse me?"
She sauntered over to him and started massaging his shoulders, "I can cure a lot of things. You know, I used to be a nurse."
"Oh..." Malik tried to shake her off of his shoulders but it didn't work.
"Malik, you should relax more."
"..."
"Do you know why I called you over here today?"
"You wanted me to do something for you..." Malik now fully understood what she wanted from him.
"That's right." She took off the robe and stood in front of Malik. "What do you think?"
Malik's eye twitched and he made a noise in the back of his throat.
"What's wrong, Malik?"
"Nothing... I almost threw up, that's all..."
She rubbed his head, "Poor baby."
"Uh... Mrs. Peggy?"
"No please, call me Mommy."
"Uh... okay. Mommy?"
"Yes?"
"What happened to Mr. Peggy?"
"Oh, he died."
"Then why don't you change your name to Ms. Peggy."
"It's a long story."
"I wouldn't mind hearing it!" He was trying to stall for time until the S.W.A.T team arrived.
"Not now," She put her wrinkled old fingers to his lips, "Shh..."
"..."
She reached down with her other hand and undid his pants, "Ooh, you're a big boy."
He pushed her hand away, "What are you doing?"
"You don't have to be shy with me Malik, dear."
"I'm not shy. But I don't wanna-" she put her fingers to his lips again.
"It's okay... Mommy's here."
Malik looked at the door, 'I could make a run for it... I bet I could make it.'
Mrs. Peggy leaned in to kiss him. And Malik pulled back, 'No... I can't bring myself to do this. NO!'
He ran straight into the hallway and out the door. "NO!!!"
Mrs. Peggy watched him run down the street, "Darn. I'll get you Malik... one way or another."
Malik ran down the street and when he realized that Mrs. Peggy wasn't running after him, he slowed down. "Close call."
He walked down to the bus stop, 'Aw man, since I ran away she'll tell Marik... Unless I stop her... but how am I supposed to stop a sex crazed old lady?'
The bus pulled up and Malik got on. He sat in the same seat next to that toeless guy. "Hey boy-o."
"Uh... hey."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing..."
"Yup, something's wrong."
"Oh, and how would you know?"
"Oi, I know everything."
"Oh yeah? Then what's 2 plus 2?"
"Uh... I know worldly stuff, boy-o. You know, life problems. Like for instance... I can tell you that what you just did was the right thing."
"What?" Malik looked up.
"Yup. That thing was way too old. It's good that you got rid of it. You should go tell that guy the truth."
"Marik?"
"Is that his name? Well, ya learn something new everyday."
"Wow, you really do know!"
"Course I do, boy-o."
"Then I should go tell him... but what if he gets his feelings hurt?"
"That won't happen... after all, it was just a banana."
"What?"
"A banana. Isn't that what this is about? Your friend Marik gave you a rotten banana and you threw it away. Now you're worried he'll be upset when you tell him his banana was old. Isn't that right?"
"...NO!"
"Oh... well, then I guess I was wrong."
Malik slapped his head, "You've gotta be kidding me."
"Don't be so upset boy-o. What was it really about?"
"Nothing... just pretend we never had this conversation."
"Alright, boy-o."
"Will ya stop callin' me that!?"
"... Your name is?"
"Malik. My name is Malik."
"Okay then, Malik. Everyone calls me Potato Joe."
"Why?"
He gave him an ugly look, "You don't want to know."
"You're right, I've lost all interest in that question."
In about ten more minutes Malik took another bus back towards home, he was tired of hearing Potato Joe talking.
When he was a street from his house he heard a voice from behind him, "Malik, wait a minute!"
He turned around, 'Oh Ra..."
"Hey, Malik." It was Joey.
"Oh, hey."
"Um, listen. I'm sorry about yesterday, I knew you felt uncomfortable and everything but I didn't stop."
"That's okay."
"I hope I didn't freak you out."
Malik gave a weak smile.
"Well," Joey put a hand on Malik's shoulder, "I wanted to invite you to this thing that they're holding at the park. I managed to get two tickets. It's like an outdoor concert with fireworks, it's not till tomorrow... Do you want to come?"
"..." Malik looked back at his house, "Actually, I'm spending time with Marik tomorrow. Sorry, I can't. Uh, thanks anyways."
"Okay." Joey tried to hide his hurt feelings, "I'll see ya later then."
"Bye."
Joey was about to leave but instead whipped around and grabbed Malik by the shoulders. He pushed his lips to Malik's, and worked his tongue through into Malik's mouth. He reluctantly leg go and started to walk of, "Bye Malik."
"..." Malik stood there, 'Ra, I hope no one saw that.'