Aunt Mary directed Missy to a straight back chair strategically placed so that the others all had a clear view of it's occupant.Aunt Mary directed Missy to a straight back chair strategically placed so that the others all had a clear view of it's occupant. In a gracefull manner she grasped her skirts and fluffed them out as she seated herslf. Her Stepmother spoke again. "Have you had a pleasant stay dear?" "Yes Mother. Aunt Mary has been very kind to me," she responded automatically." "That's nice," her Mother continued. "Well the summer is over and its time to get you back to school. We've come to take you home." At this comment Missy was noticably startled. "We. . . I'm going ho. . . home?" she inquired. The thought of returning home, with all of its implications, was something Missy was unprepared to deal with. She stared down at the deep red polish on her inch long nails and thought of an earlier time, three months ago. ================================================================ Michael opened the kitchen screen door and let is slam with a bang behind him. It was the last day of school and his bounding walk reflected his enthusiasm for the summer aheaad. But he wasn't very enthusiastic about another part of his life. His father had recently remarried, the most immediate consequence of which was that he had a new Stepmother, and a stepsister, Amanda. His Stepmother was an attractive woman, several years younger than his father. She was a good deal more of a disciplinarian than Mike was used to, however. As for Amanda, he could do without her entirely. Mike had known her since he was in grade school; both Amanda and her mother had lived in his town for years. She was always a spoiled bitch, and the fact that puberty had endowed her with sufficient assets to make her the envy of every girl in town had only exacerbated it. The boys in town predictably fawned over her, and she loved it. |