Rise of the Witch











Yes, Master









by Jason Kondrath

Copyright (c) 04/03/2017 Jason Kondrath
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Dedicated to my younger brother Jeremy; always more successful than me (but neither one of us ever as successful as our youngest sister Kelly).

He looked down on me, like the grim-reaper, while I was lying on my mother’s couch like a corpse completely devastated by life at forty years old, in poor health and miserable beyond redemption.

I stared up at the fool, just watching him chew a Slim Jim, with his mouth open (on purpose). While bits and pieces of greasy beef jerky fell between chews; hitting me in the face, and said, “You know, you should have been a millionaire twice over by now.”

It wasn’t until some years later that I realized just how right he was, God, I miss him.

Your Humble Narrator,




Never was their a Saint with Red Hair

– Old Russian Proverb



Chapter 1: I Dream of Jeanie
Chapter 2: Proximity is Everything
Chapter 3: Girl with a Past
Chapter 4: Smoking & Mirrors
Charter 5: Sins of the Father
Chapter 6: Mile High Tree Fort
Chapter 7: Good Angel Bad Angel
Chapter 8: Bittersweet:
Chapter 9: Tale of Two Kittens
Chapter 10: Revenge of the Cyst
Chapter 11: All Grown Up Nowhere to Go
Chapter 12: Mother Hazel:
Chapter 13: Taken
Chapter 14: Janus Zachery
Chapter 15: Nature of Truth
Chapter 16: Cinnamon
Chapter 17: Scorpozine
Chapter 18: Working Girl
Chapter 19: No Good Deed
Chapter 20: The Witch
Chapter 21: The Second Face


My name is Mark, and I might seem like your average thirteen-year old boy, growing up in the suburbs of any mid-western state, but I wasn’t. My parents had money, so I had a lot of privileges that most other teens my age did not have. And even if money doesn’t make you special, you felt special because you could have anything you wanted, and lots of it.

However, even as a child I was humble despite the fact my parents had money. Because even then I knew it wasn’t my money, I didn’t earn, it. I was just lucky enough to be born to wealthy parents. Money didn’t make you special, money was a gift, I was blessed. So rather than act conceited or arrogant, I never looked down on anyone less privileged than I was. I had to learn the hard way that money didn’t make me superior to anyone else.

It didn’t matter how much money you had in the end, because we all died broke, and the ultimate color was not green, even thou the world ran on it, it was red, because we all bled it. No one’s skin or race was superior to another because death made everyone equal, and I have yet to meet a white supremacist who was bulletproof.

You come into this world with nothing, and you leave with nothing.

I always sought the truth, so when I tell you my philosophy on politics, religion, or money, especially coming from it, I want you to believe me, because it is the truth. Now here’s one subject everybody’s fucking confused on -women. But if you pay attention, and read in-between the lines you may pick up on a few things.

It was just another lazy Sunday afternoon for me, as I had my large bedroom windows open just enough to let in the summer breeze, but not enough for anyone to see me lying naked on my bed. We were Catholic’s but we weren’t practicing Catholic’s, so we seldom went to mass (service), on Sunday, and when we did go to service it was usually just on the holidays, Easter and Christmas. Wait a minute, maybe that was the definition of a practicing catholic.

Not being a devout practitioner meant that I carried a lot less guilt than the average Catholic. Whenever my parents went out for breakfast, or to play golf, or whatever the hell they did when they left, I would be home watching porn in my bedroom instead. I was in the eighth grade now, and I had watched all my dad’s adult videos and also secretly recorded them for myself.

I had my own video player, TV, headphones, and a good amount of privacy on the weekend, and I needed it. Let’s be honest, most guys my age had developed an incredible fascination for the female body. Porn for guys was modern sex education. Today you can see porn on satellite, cable, the Internet, and even video games.

But back when I was a kid we only had DVDs, or video tapes before that. I must have seen each of my dad’s adult video’s at least a dozen times, and now I was starting to get bored with them all. There were maybe fifteen total and I wished he would start buying some new ones.
Why did he stop?

Was my mom fucking him again? Unlikely. My dad never sat me down to
explain the facts of life yet; I don’t think he knew them himself. Well, not until it was too late anyway, and that’s why he and my mom had to get married in the first place.

Biology class taught you the definitions of body parts, human and otherwise, dissecting frogs, fetal pigs, and pictures of pregnant woman who looked like they were photographed by a homicide detective. Biology wasn’t going to teach you how to fuck thou!!!

Porn was your visual aid for that, and everything else sexual. Blowjobs, anal sex, cunnilingus, sixty-nine, three-way’s, girl on girl, and freaky shit like S&M, midget’s, tyrannies, bestiality, and even people who pissed and shit on each other. But I wasn’t in to that kind of craziness, so I never watched those, but still you had to know about it, in case one of your jerk-off friends at school brought it up in your circle during lunch.

You do not want to be the only one standing there like a dumb-fuck, wondering what a “donkey-punch” is?” I guess porn had been around since movie cameras. But it got really big in the 70’s. And the porn of the 70’s was by far the raunchiest and most disgusting, ever. If you compared 70’s porn to modern porn, there wasn’t anything even remotely arousing about it, by comparison.

The seventies porn had a lot of bald, ugly, sweaty, hairy, people that reminded me more of “Animal Planet” today. No sexual redeeming value whatsoever, except for the violence. Porn plots in the 70’s had a lot of emphasis on rape, kidnapping, and forced prostitution.

If some ugly black pimp wanted his dick sucked behind a bar alley, all he had to do was snap his fingers and a flock of skanky white bitches came running in stilettos, sometimes even breaking a heel trying to get to him first. I’ll never forget that bitch in the body cast. And then that horrible guitar music would start.

In 70’s porn, the pimps were always black, and if he was “breaking in” a new girl, like some white run-away from the suburbs, and she started giving him some “bullshit,” he would simply beat her ass until she begged him to stop. Afterwards she would do whatever the fuck he wanted, I guess in “porn-world” that was called “Foreplay.”

Now by the time, DVDs were used to replace video tapes, all the hard-core (sexual abuse) porn was gone, and made illegal. If you were to see those images as an adult that would be disturbing enough, but as a child, once you embedded sex with violence, it scarred you for life, and you could never separate one from the other again.

Mind you, I never got off by choking some bitch to death while I was fucking her, and I never grew up to become a serial killer, but I always enjoyed sex the most, when I could associate some level of aggression with it.

But more than that I leaned something about woman from watching porn. I don’t why but I had a knack for seeing the things that other people missed. It was invisible to them, but obvious to me! And it really got me over with woman after I discover it. And I don’t mean some woman I mean all woman.

It was even more shocking to discover that other guys, older guys, even married guys, hadn’t figured out what I had, in fact most didn’t even have a clue, and by comparison I was living in a different world.
I didn’t know it at the time but my friends, teachers, and especially the girls in my class noticed a real change in me. They knew I knew something, but they didn’t know what it was. They all thought I was so cool and confident, like I had discovered some hidden secret of the universe.

Maybe I had, you be the judge, but just for the record, I never thought I was cool, especially around beautiful woman, I just wasn’t intimidated by them anymore.

It didn’t matter if she was Ms. America, Ms. Universe, or Jenna Jamison when she was in her prime; eighteen years old and doing her first porno. No matter how rich or poor, educated or sophisticated, married or single, I always had the edge, and I made sure they fucking knew it.

-Mark Winters,

Chapter One: I Dream of Jeannie

When I first met Jeannie, I was in the eighth grade, and she was the new girl who had just moved to our school. It was the first day for her, but the middle of the year for the rest of us.

The home room teacher Ms. Payne checked her office slip, wrote her name in her attendance book, and asked her if she would like to introduce herself; in-front of the entire class.

As a new student, I would have been horrified, to have to introduce myself in front of a room full of strangers.

Especially this class, because these people were the worst of the worst. I got in so much trouble with my two friends, Kyle and Carlos, that I was moved to the other side of the room.

Jeannie was very composed thou, and she introduced herself with a poker face that hid any underlying fear, and spoke in an organized method that almost sounded like a speech she had rehearsed.

Jeanie started by telling us where she was from, the name of her old school, how badly she missed her friends, and how happy she was for the opportunity to make some new ones, and finally the reason she moved here in the first place.

Jeanie’s dad got a promotion, and that meant a move, but when her father accepted, the condition was on that they had to relocate within a month, they didn’t have a choice about the timing.

Otherwise her parents would have waited until the end of the school year when it was more convenient.

Then Jeannie concluded by looking over at Ms. Payne to see if she was satisfied. Ms. Payne told Jeanie that we were happy to have her, and we were.

I know I was because Jeanie, the new girl, was hotter than hell. There was only one empty desk in the classroom, and that was the one in front of me.

I sat in the second seat in the last row next to the windows, so Jeanie’s would be sitting in the first desk in front of me.

The student who used to sit in front of me was an authentic Native American named Johnny Wolf, and he lived on a reservation, with the other members that composed an actual tribe.

I would call him Johnny “Howling Wolf” behind his back, because he was always itching, sneezing, and coughing due to his allergies. And it was non-stop.

Nothing against him being an Indian, but I hated sitting next to him because of it. And one day I waited after class, when no one else was around, so that I could speak to Ms. Payne, about having me moved back to my old seat or another one, anywhere away from Johnny.

“Ms. Payne, I don’t want to sit next to Johnny anymore, I said.”

“Well, there are no other seats available so I can’t do anything about that, she replied.”

Truth be told, I didn’t even want to sit in the same room with Johnny but Ms. Payne didn’t take me serious, refusing to move me, and saying that Johnny sounded like he only had a bad case of hay fever.

Hay fever, how did she know, was Ms. Payne a doctor, I think not?
I never heard of someone coughing up a lung because of Hay-Fever?
Hell, my grandfather had bronchitis and he didn’t sound that bad. And what if whatever Johnny had, was contagious?

Another month went by, and I stayed after class again to talk to Ms. Payne, but now, I was really pissed.

“Ms. Payne, about Johnny, his condition sounds like its getting worse. I think he needs some conventional modern medicine and not whatever their giving him out there on that reservation, because whatever it is, it’s not working, Mark finished.”

Ms. Payne, looked at him annoyed, “What are you talking about Mark.”
“I’m talking about you blatantly overlooking your duties as a teacher, and ignoring one of your Native American student’s health conditions, Mark replied.”

“My duties, Ms. Payne repeated?”

“Well, I don’t have him in any of my other classes, Mark answered.”
“It is not the school’s policy to recommend treatment, or suggest medication, nor are we authorized to give it, now if you have a problem with that, maybe you should take it up with Principle White, Ms. Payne answered curtly.

“So, let’s me try to put this in perspective, the school’s position is to just to keep ignoring Johnny’s health problems, that way its not officially logged into the school’s records.

If anything does happen the school can officially deny any knowledge of his preexisting condition. And if he dies, the school district may not get sued for wrongful death or negligence by the Native American Council, Mark summarized.”

“I do not make those decisions, Ms. Payne, retorted, as she turned away guiltily.”

“What about your Hypocritical oath, Mark asked?”

“My Hypocritical what, Ms. Payne replied?”

“What if what he has is dangerous and contagious, I mean those Native American’s have all the money in the world because of the casino’s, but they still choose to live out there on their reservations, with those wild animals, like a bunch of savages, Mark said.”

Ms. Payne, was speechless.

“I mean why is it, that the Indians are so self-sufficient, with everything else, except when it comes to home-schooling their own children, Mark asked?”

“Maybe they want to modernize, and start indoctrinating themselves into modern society, Ms. Payne replied.”

“That’s fine, let them modernize, I’m not a racist, but I don’t want to suffer from whatever it is that Johnny’s suffering from, just because they don’t believe in the “White Man’s Medicine, Mark said making quotation marks with his fingers.

Ms. Payne was getting upset, “Well, I can’t very well tell Johnny that he can’t come to class now can I?”

“Why don’t you just call in the Army then, or the (CDC), just tell them we have an outbreak. Let them storm in here and quarantine the entire town. Just promise to give me a phone call first so I can sneak out. I mean, I would hate to wind up on the wrong side of the plastic bubble if you know what I mean, Mark said with a straight face.”

Ms. Payne burst out laughing.

Mark stared back at Ms. Payne in total amazement, more like shock. He wasn’t even trying to be funny, but whenever he got really upset about something, he started running off at the mouth, and then he couldn’t stop himself.

“You know Ms. Payne, this is the first time, I think I ever heard you laugh, It sounded more like a revelation than a statement the way Mark said it.

Ms. Payne just kept smiling.

“I didn’t know you could laugh, Mark continued.”
Ms. Payne was tickled, “Look, I can’t make any promises, but I’ll talk to Principal White, maybe there something that he can do, but as for me, my hands are tied.”

Mark was stunned at Ms. Payne’s warm response, she had a heart after all. Just for that moment, Mark felt like he had a connection with Ms. Payne. She could also be a human being who knew how to treat a student with respect, and not just a condescending adult.

Who knew?

Despite her age and profession, Mark felt that he was beginning to understand her a little bit better. She was actually just another person like himself, and stuck in the same horrible situation he was in.
Now they shared a common tragedy. It was like a worker from the boiler room of the “Titanic” talking to a passenger from first class. Or the captain.

It didn’t matter because after the ship hit the iceberg and started sinking, they were all in the same boat. Maybe Ms. Payne was just as disgusted about Johnny’s condition as he was, but unlike him, she didn’t have the luxury of complaining, because she had a job to protect.
The squeaky wheel gets the oil, but that wheel can also get replaced.
“You hate Johnny being in your class, as much as I do, Mark said out loud.”

Another revelation.

Ms. Payne looked up at him again, but this time she looked startled, she studied Mark and he saw a look of panic on her face.
She wondered if maybe she had said too much, and then after a long moment, her composure returned and said dismissively,
“Goodbye Mark.”

Mark slung his backpack over his shoulders and headed out. But before he left the classroom he stopped at the doorway and turned around.
“Ms. Payne, I would like to tell everybody that you have a very contagious laugh. But I don’t think they would believe me, maybe if they heard you themselves,” then he left without saying good-bye.”

Never in her twenty-two years of teaching could she remember a student ever giving her a compliment. Not on her looks, not on her laugh, not on one of her outfits. Nothing. Margaret Payne continued staring at the empty doorway.

Mark did learn that Ms. Payne had made good on her word, and she must have spoke to Principle White because something finally happened regarding Johnny.

His parents admitted him into a regular hospital, where they discovered that much of his illness were due to allergies. The doctors discovered that Johnny had a rare condition thou, and that his lungs were super-sensitive.

The allergies to the dust and pollen created a constant state of irritation within the air sacks themselves. And given enough time, and left untreated, his condition would have become fatal.

His family moved Johnny to another tribe North of the state, and Johnny lived on another reservation, one near a clinic that specialized in his type of illness.

After Johnny went to another school, no one ever heard from him again, Mark never got so much as an acknowledgment, but if Johnny got the help he needed, that’s all that really mattered.

Anyway, Johnny’s exodus was the only reason why there was an empty seat in the classroom. And now the new girl, Jeannie, would be sitting there instead. Mark could not have ordered a better replacement himself.

Jeanie was so beautiful that Mark had to turn away as she walked towards him, so that he would not stare, but that was almost impossible.

Jeanie might have been the most attractive eighth grader in the world. And that was because she already looked like an adult woman.
She might have had the face of a 13-year-old: young, fresh, and innocent, but she had the mature body of a voluptuous, adult woman.
Her tits were fucking huge!!!

Mark read somewhere that girls were maturing much earlier now than any time before in history. There was this theory that it was because of all the hormones, and steroids that they put in the cow’s milk.

Well if Jeanie ate her Frosted Flakes, she was proof of that. The contrast between her youthful, innocent looks, and her mature well-endowed body, only enhanced the contrast between the two that much more.

Mark couldn’t help but wonder, if Jeanie’s body was as innocent as her face looked. Suddenly Mark had a hard time concentrating, it started as a headache, and the pain got so bad that he had to close his eyes.
He rubbed his forehead, and then his temples to try and relieve some of the tension. It got worse until Mark thought he might cry out or pass out. And then suddenly he started to get flashes of images.

They were about Jeanie the new girl. Sometimes Mark got “visions,” for lack of a better definition of people. It didn’t happen with everyone. I mean he wasn’t a psychic in the broad sense.

Usually it was a female who Mark found sexually attractive. Sometimes the pictures were accompanied by a sound, or a feeling, but other times they were just images by themselves.

The last girl was a blond named Tiffany that had given him oral sex. Aside from kissing a girl or feeling her up since fourth grade, she was Mark’s first sexual experience.

Tiffany was one of the most popular and attractive girls at the school, but she was selfish and ultimately the visions of her leaving him alone and broken hearted immediately followed any sexual desire he felt for her.

She would destroy any man who fell in with her, in fact when they did, she would punish them for it. And when she was finished she would move on to another. It was also the getting and not the having with Tiffany.

Now the same thing was happening with this new girl Jeannie. Was this a warning? Mark didn’t know why she was “activated” these flashing images within him.

And when Jeanie sat down next to Mark the pictures started popping off in his head like flashbulbs, image after image silently exploding.

<Pop, pop, pop!>

Mark closed his eyes and started rubbing them to try and stop the flood of images that started to pour in.

After Mark started to see enough of these images, they would repeat themselves and start to formulate a story, like pieces of a puzzle that eventually completed a picture.

Sometimes the story was only of the person’s
past and other times it was their present or current situation, and sometimes he even got glimpses of a future event. Sometimes it was all three!!!

Mark had the feeling that he could see things about the other person without them even being aware of it. I mean if they knew, they would have reacted, right? He would have.

But Mark didn’t know if his “mental-story images” of the person were accurate or just generated by the imagination of his own mind.

He could never get confirmation because he never asked the person that he had the visions about.

Mark made it a point, not to tell his anyone about these “visions.” Not his friends, not his teacher and certainly not his parents. They would just take him to a
shrink, to try and fix him, before he was old enough to be an embarrassment to them.

Mark wasn’t going to let some fucking quack put him on some experimental psychotropic medication that would do him more harm than good.

Something like that would get him labeled “crazy,” for the rest of his life. He would rather die first. Being crazy was one thing, being labeled as crazy was something else.

Now the images started to repeat themselves again. Marks first impression(s) was that Jeanie had involved herself with something taboo. She was in a cult. No, she was a student of the occult. Wicca, she practiced the dark arts, Witchcraft!!!

She was a novice, someone who wasn’t especially disciplined. Reckless.
But she had a natural gift for it.
But she rushed in impatiently.
Love. Pain. Regret. Horror.
Jeanie had belonged to a school, no a coven. But something had happened.

Jeanie was “expelled” because she was a student who practiced on her own, outside of the group, which was dangerous and forbidden. But was that the reason for her relocation.

Pain. Suffering. Jealousy. Rivalry.

Was she banished?

No. Wicca, the study and practice of witchcraft was her religion, and every religion had rules; and the rules were strict. And Jeanie had disobeyed theirs.
But why?


Sex? Love? Desire? A boy, no, a man. In her previous school there was a boy, an older boy, named Joe, John, Josh.
His name was Josh, and Jeanie became instantly attracted to him. He was her first crush.

He was older but because of her intelligence she was mentally, if not emotionally, his equal. The two of them shared some of the same classes, but Josh never seemed to notice her, Jeanie was attractive, but in a girlish way. Cute.

She did not know that Josh was not interested because she still looked “under-developed,” She still looked like a child and not a woman. And besides Josh was a breast-man.


One day Jeanie overheard Josh talking to a friend of his, and that he needed to go to the Mall this weekend to buy some clothes.

Jeanie made plans to be there so that she could “accidentally” run into him. So at the Mall she made sure to get there before him, so she could “accidentally” get there early and run into him.

When she finally saw Josh at the Mall, Jeanie walked over and made up an excuse to talk to him.

He smiled, flirted, complimented her, and even laughed at her jokes, Jeanie was sure that Josh was going to ask her out.

But then just like a scene from a tragic romantic comedy, a very well-endowed female walked past them, and her timing could not have been worse for Jeanie.

Like an electric magnet, Josh’s immediate attention switched from Jeanie to the other girl in an instant.

Josh also knew this girl from another one of his classes and he immediately made up some horribly, transparent excuse to leave Jeanie so that he could catch up with the other girl before she got away.

Jeanie had been outclassed, simple as that. Game, Set, and Match.

Josh’s reaction was so abrupt that it would have been comical under different circumstances, but the shock of his sudden abandonment was devastating, and the humiliation she felt in his absence was

Jeanie was frozen at first and unable to even move, her mind refusing to accept what had just happened.
He’s gone.
He left me for another girl, older mature, endowed?
And she was right in the middle of the mall where everybody could see her pain. Her face turned red from embarrassment. She could not stop it.

Jeanie wished she could suddenly turn invisible so nobody could see her while she walked to the mall bathroom desperately trying not to cry, feeling like a fool, and trying to maintain her dignity.

She had to force one foot in front of the other and her steps felt mechanical like a robot, even as she locked herself into one of the stalls and then broke down crying hysterically.

Jeanie was in the stall for almost twenty minutes, long enough so that she could make it out of the mall without being seen breaking down again, until she got home. It was Jeanie’s first crush and it was devastating; she cried herself to sleep that night wondering what she did wrong, and why she wasn’t good enough for Josh.

For the rest of the week Jeanie was inconsolable, she couldn’t eat, or sleep, or confide in anyone, until she could no longer deny the truth. And that was when she was determined to win Josh’s affection, at any cost. It was unfair what had happened to her. A setup. Why did that bitch have to walk past her at the exact moment Josh was about the ask her out?

Now they were even dating, she hadn’t won Josh, she stole him, and with an unfair advantage!!! Jeanie was going to use a magical incantation that would emulate the body of this other woman, that way Josh would be as interested in Jeanie as he was her rival, and then Jeanie would be able to compete against this other woman on a level playing field.


But this incantation was a very dangerous thing to attempt. First, Jeanie did not the experience, Second the spell was not a one-person ritual, and third, she did not have permission from the coven to perform it.

None of this mattered to Jeanie, and she insisted on doing it anyway. She knew if she asked, that her request would be denied automatically. Plus, Jeanie didn’t even think she could even bring herself to ask for a sexual endowment, it was humiliating. That was childish, immature, unrealistic, and insane.

You could not rush nature any more that you could force it out of balance. And yet she would try; she was in love.
Jeanie was a brilliant student of the Wicca arts, and a gifted apprentice, but she was young, and did not have the power, confidence or experience, to complete such a complicated ritual. Jeanie had performed the magic rite meticulously, and it had been effective, despite her inexperience, because Jeanie herself was still in puberty, and her body quickly began to change into the same form and shape of the other woman. But something went wrong.

And that is why there is no substitution for experience in any field. Some variation, or deviation unnoticed. Jeanie didn’t know what specifically, but the ritual had not completed correctly, or even if it had, something was left out, or overlooked, and as a result the other woman died.

<Flash><Flash><Flash> When the elders found out what Jeanie had done; the mother superior, Janice, shook her head in both shock and amazement. She told Jeanie that she could not believe that she herself had not been killed during the incantation. What she attempted, had never been done before, which was a true testament of her abilities, and her potential, Jeanie was by far the most gifted student Janice had ever witnessed.

In time Jeanie, herself would have been the one to replace Janice, because of her ability it was only natural for her to be the next to lead in succession, the one most capable, but now none of that would ever be possible. Janis was Jeanie’s mentor, and personal teacher, and she unable to have children of her own. She loved Jeanie like her own daughter, and she was the most protective of Jeanie, especially with her being the youngest member of the coven, but Jeanie had to be held accountable for her actions the same as everyone else. No one was above Wicca Law.


During the next full moon all thirteen female members of the coven gathered in a circle, with Jeanie in the middle, and every woman, clothed only in a hooded robe, was crying miserable, and that included Jeanie herself.

Another senior member of the council, a beautiful blonde, seductive but merciful named, Teresa spoke up, “Mother Janis, forgive this child, I beg thee, her intention was not malice. “Yes, she was reckless. yes, she was foolish, but this folly was for first loves sake, and who among us has not been deceived by love, or made a fool of by the same, not once but many times even afterwards, Teresa pleaded.”

It suddenly started raining in large, cold and heavy drops. And every woman except for Jeanie, put the hood of their robes over her heads to keep their hair from getting wet. Janice could not rule on intention, but on outcome alone. Jeanie could not have preferential treatment.

Janis spoke, “I did not make the laws, sister Teresa, Jeanie was aware of them, the laws are in place to prevent exactly what happened, from happening, now we all have blood on our hands.”

Another woman, Cassandra now hooded, and her face hidden in the shadow of the moonlight spoke up, “She is but a child, Mother Janis, have mercy on her for she is young, she is young, Cassandra repeated.”
But Janice shook her head. “She was old enough, old enough to know better, yet she chose against the law, and now she must suffer because of it.” Jeanie took off her robe and even thou she was completely naked underneath, she threw herself on the ground, kneeling before Janice and begged her for an alternate form of punishment, even before Janis announced her verdict.
She would take the lash until her back bled and was scarred. Or the fire until it scorched her flesh, and they could scrub her skin with steel wool, and salt water until the first three layers peeled back beyond healing. The wind started to howl, and it carried Jeanie’s appeal to the heavens, but there was would be no latitude given from Janis, she was about to make her decision, and the verdict would be final.
Janis spoke: “Jeanie you have caused the death of another, although unintentional, you were reckless, selfish, and disobedient. You knew the law, but ye broke it anyway. Had this other woman lived, another punishment may have been considered, but as it stands, the punishment will fit the crime. Jeanie was crying hysterically.
Janice raise her voice so she could be heard above the wind, “Jeanie, you are now excommunicated from our sisterhood forever, and swear an oath upon your life that you will never practice witchcraft again, either now or in the future, with or without assistance, and then Janis looked down on her, so mote it be.” The group of women repeated the last sentence in unison, “So mote it be.”
Jeanie looked up at the Janice and pleaded, “Please Mother, you are my family, do not abandon me, I would rather you kill me, than banish me, that would be a kinder fate, but to live without my sisters, that is unbearable, Jeanie cried hysterically.” “Some punishments in life are worse than death, Janis said, and you more than anyone should know that, and then they exchanged a knowing look between them. “Swear the Oath, or suffer the curse Janice warned.”
“Please you are the only mother I have ever known, Jeanie pleaded.” Janice slapped Jeanie in her face hard, and Jeanie fell on her side and into the mud, which covered her. Janice waited patiently for Jeanie to get up and then repeated her demand, “Swear the Oath or suffer the curse, Janice repeated.”
Jeanie did not see hatred in the eyes of Janis, she saw pity, anger, but most of all disappointment. Both woman were broken-hearted. “I swear Mother, Jeanie said terrified.” “Leave us, and do not call me your mother, or these other women your sisters, for we are not your family anymore, nor shall we ever be again, Janis said sternly. The lightening illuminated the sky for effect.
And then Janis walked away from Jeanie as the rain continued to come down, but now even harder. It was as if even Nature itself was washing its hands of Jeanie. Now she was no longer kneeling, Jeanie was in a fetal position, and screaming hysterically, “I am alone, I am alone, I am alone, I have no one, I have no one, I have no one, she yelled this over and over.”
And each time she cried out, the thunder sounded to drown her out. Yet no member of the coven would stay to comfort Jeanie, or cover her with her robe, help her up, or even look back to see if she was okay after they walked past her. The group silently followed Janis, back into their small fortress and locked the iron gate behind them. It locked with a metallic rattle.
“Mr. Winters, can you give me the answer, Ms. Payne asked?
“Mark jumped back in his seat, his “visions” were gone, the story was over. Hearing Ms. Payne’s voice brought Mark back to the present. To the here and now.
“The Answer?” Mark said, clearing his throat.”
“Yes, the answer, weren’t you paying attention, Ms. Payne asked?”
No, I wasn’t paying attention, isn’t that why you called on me in the first place,
Mark thought to himself? How could she even ask him that with a straight face?
Mark wanted this new girl Jeanie, and he had already decided to ask her out, but if Ms. Payne made him look bad in front of her, it could ruin his chances with her forever.
“I’m sorry Ms. Payne, I couldn’t hear you, can you repeat the question, again,
Mark asked.” Ms. Payne scoffed.
“Who shot our 16th President Abraham Lincoln, Ms. Payne repeated?” “Uhhh……That John…. Telephone…… Booth guy, Mark finished quickly.
“The entire class erupted in laughter.
“That-is-not-funny, Ms. Payne said, enunciating each word carefully to let the room know she meant business, all of you quiet down this instant, Ms. Payne commanded.”
“When the class quieted down, Ms. Payne picked up right where she let off, and turning to Mark she followed up, you mean John “Wilkes” Booth, Ms. Payne corrected?”
“Yes, that’s exactly who I meant, Mark answered.
“Then why didn’t you say so in the first place, Ms. Payne asked him?”
What? Are you fucking kidding me? I gave you the right fucking answer now move on bitch, Mark thought panicked.
Why was Ms. Payne giving him such a hard time for? Mark felt like Ms. Payne wanted to deliberately embarrass him in front of the new girl, she had never acted like this before.
“Ms. Payne, you told us last semester that if we couldn’t actually remember the answer; to associate something with the answer instead, like a picture, So, I took the last name “Booth,” and I tried to think of picture that I could associate with the last name, and Telephone Booth was all that I could come up with, Telephone Booth & John Wilkes Booth, Mark said, shrugging his shoulders.”
Ms. Payne was both, amazed and confused, the later probably because Ms. Payne never told her class to link words with words, if they couldn’t remember the answer. Mark made that shit up on the spot. While she was still confused Mark sensed that she was trying to think of a comeback, so he pre-empted her with a response before she could.
“Look, Ms. Payne, I don’t know why you’re always picking on me, unlike these snobby rich girls, I like your casual shoes, he said looking at them for effect and nodding his head in approval. Mark wanted the attention off him and back on Ms.
“They look comfortable, Mark said.”
The entire class erupted in laughter, again.
Ms. Payne even looked down at her shoes, and then lifted one of them up to check and see if something was stuck on the bottom. Then she looked back at Mark. The class was still laughing. This time she didn’t yell at the room to quiet down, she waited for them patiently. Maybe Mark had earned that laugh.
But before she spoke, Mark thought that maybe he had gone too far, and that he should have quit while he was ahead. He couldn’t help himself, he was still reeling from the images that he’d seen from Jeanie’s past and now his mind was racing into over-drive. Mark couldn’t have stopped his mouth even if that meant a one-way ticket straight to the principal’s office.
Secretly, Mark hoped Ms. Payne would cut him some slack, ever since she laughed at his joke that one day after school, he saw her in a new light. And Mark even thought that she might have a great sense of humor, but in her profession, she rarely got a chance to show it. Now that the class was quiet again, a composed Ms. Payne with a Mona-Lisa smile scanned the classroom.
Her tone and mood seemed much lighter this time when she spoke, “Well, I hope the rest of you will be able to associate pretty pictures with answers this Friday, because there’s going a test on it, and you bet that question will be on there, Ms. Payne guaranteed.”
The entire class grumbled in protest and then Ms. Payne stood in front of Jeanie’s desk, “I’m sorry, honey, but that includes you too.” Jeanie nodded without looking at her. Suddenly the bell rang, and everybody got up to filter out of the classroom and into the hallways. Mark straggled behind as most of the class disappeared, some of the girls turned around to look at Jeannie before they left.
Mark’s two friends, Kyle and Carlos, who sat together on the other side of the classroom, and were waiting for Mark by the door, but he waved them on impatiently to leave. He didn’t want those two idiots sticking around, he needed to have Jeanie alone when he talked to her, and if they stayed, they would only fuck things up for him.
Jeannie didn’t act like she was in a hurry to get to her next class. So, while she was taking her time collecting her things, Mark took his time, keeping pace with her, and desperately thinking of a legitimate reason to start talking to her so that he could ask her out.
It was common for Ms. Payne to leave for the teachers’ lounge to refill her coffee in-between classes, and she left with the rest of the class when the bell rang, so Mark took that as a good sign, and when he turned to face Jeanie, she was already facing him and for just a moment an awkward moment passed between them before she spoke first.
“You were funny, Jeanie said.”
“What do you mean, Mark asked?”
“Complimenting her shoes, Jeanie said.”
“Oh that, yea, but I wasn’t really trying to be funny, Ms. Payne really did catch me daydreaming, and then he checked the doorway again to make sure she didn’t double-back.”
“So, you were lying when you complimented her shoe’s, Jeanie smiled.”
“No, but I like yours a lot better, Mark smiled.”
Jeanie laughed, she had on a cute pair of “shoe-boots” that were a fashionable style at that time.
“Our teacher “Ms. Pain” is well named because she loves to try to embarrass me every chance she gets, Mark explained, and causes me nothing but grief.”
“Bad boy, huh, Jeanie asked?”
“Well, this time my distraction was legitimate Mark answered.”
“What distraction, Jeanie asked?”
“Well for one thing, Ms. Payne’s voice itself is a distraction. You ever try to listen to a radio station that doesn’t quite come in clearly, it goes up and down, and sometimes it even gives me a headache, Mark said.”
“Are you sure you’re not exaggerating just a little, Jeanie asked? “Didn’t you have a Ms. Payne back at your old school, Mark asked?” Jeanie thought back to old school.
“You had me distracted, Jeanie.”
“Why me, Jeanie asked?”
Why you! Don’t you own a fucking mirror? It might have something to do with those two-bowling ball titties you have strapped to your chest, Mark thought to himself.
She noticed Mark was using her first name, almost every time, and he was very comfortable doing so.
“Well, it’s not every day we get to meet a new student from a faraway school, and that’s very exciting, Mark answered.”
“Exciting, Jeanie repeated, what do you mean by exciting, she asked?”
“You’re a mystery, nobody knows anything about you, Mark explained.”
“Even after I told you my life story in front of the entire class, Jeanie said.”
“Yea, I can’t believe Ms. Payne made you do that, I hate going up to the front just to give a book report, let alone telling a bunch of strangers my life’s history, Mark agreed.”
“Oh, my God, Mark, I was so embarrassed, please tell me I didn’t look like a fool, Jeanie begged.”
“No, you were cool, maybe a little shy, but for your first day, you did great,
Mark complimented her.”
“I have to admit, out of all my teachers Ms. Payne was the only one who made me do that, Jeanie said.”
Mark moved in to whisper to Jeanie, she smelled of expensive perfume.
“I should warn you Jeanie, Ms. Payne is a real bitch, so don’t take anything she does personal, I heard she even drinks between classes, Mark said seriously.”
Jeannie laughed.
“Thank you, Mark, Jeanie said, smiling, you’re good at making a new girl feel better.”
“Well, I know it’s hard moving to a new school, especially in the middle of the year, Mark said compassionately.”
“You don’t know the half of it, Jeanie replied.”
“But I’d like to, and then Mark handed her his pen and paper, you should give me your number so I can call you after school, he said smiling.”
Jeanie stared at him, and behind those emerald-green eyes, Mark could see her trying to decide if this was a good idea or not. He nodded slightly as if silently encouraging her.
“Mark, I don’t even know your last name maybe we shouldn’t rush into anything, Jeanie said.”
“My last name is Winters, he replied.”
“Yea, and I’m the new girl, Mr. Winters, and this is my first day of class, Jeanie said a little defensively.”
“And you just made your first friend, Mark said sincerely.
Jeanie flipped over the front cover to write on when she saw notes from a previous class.
“Can I write on the back page, she asked?”
“You can write over the notes if you want, Mark replied.” Jeanie laughed as she quickly scribbled, her number.
“Okay there you go Mark Winters, she said.”
“Jeanie Winters, Mark whispered, admiring her signature.”
“What did you say, Jeanie asked immediately?” He paused.
“I’m sorry Jeanie, I must have thought one thing while saying another, Mark replied; Jeanie looked at him a little suspiciously.
“Thank you, Jeanie Grants, Mark corrected himself as he spoke her name correctly the second time.
“Jeanie never took her eyes off him while Mark put his notebook away and slung his backpack around his shoulder, and then he picked up Jeanie’s pink backpack and handed it to her.”
“Thank You, she said accepting it.”
“We better go, Jeanie, Mark said, as he noticed the other students for the next class pouring in as he walked beside her.
“Do you know where your next class is, Mark asked.”
“Yes, I memorized my schedule, Jeanie said.”
“Jeannie, I was just thinking, you gave me your number, and that was good, but my timing is bad, so I don’t have to guess, can you give me a specific time to call you, so I don’t wind up talking to your dad, he asked.”
Jeannie laughed, “How about Saturday around noon.”
“Twelve noon, he repeated, it’s a date, Mark confirmed.”
Instinctively Jeannie squeezed her notebook tighter to her chest, and lowered her head.
A date, she thought to herself, and then Jeanie started blushing.
Ms. Payne was returning from the teachers’ lounge to her class with a fresh cup of coffee. She had just poured a shot of bailey’s crème from a disguised container that she hid in the back of the fridge. This would be her third shot of the day, and on the way back she wondered if the Mall would be having a sale on shoes this week-end.

Chapter 2: Proximity is Everything

After school Mark was up in his room lying on his bed. He was throwing a rubber ball against the wall, catching it with the other hand, then throwing it back with the other.

Sometimes he did this to help him think and other times he did it to relieve stress. Periodically Mark would pick up his notebook lying next to him, the one that Jeanie had written on earlier, and he studied her handwriting.

Mark wanted to call her right now. But he knew that would make him look desperate, so he continuously talked himself out of it. Mark would periodically keep checking to make sure her signature and number were still on his notebook thou, and not an illusion that would fade away and disappear like a mirage after so much time in-between glances.

Mark had already rewritten Jeanie’s number on a post-it, and put that on his corkboard, in-case anything happened to his notebook. Then Mark wrote down her name and number a third time and hid that piece of paper in a shoe box on top of his closet.

Mark constantly needed to prove to himself that everything that happened earlier wasn’t a dream, and that Jeanie was real, and he had her handwriting to prove it. Everything about Jeanie was sexy, he studied her signature, light, soft, and feminine.

He was still thinking about the images he saw about Jeanie, and he despeately wanted to know if any of it was true? Was Jeanie a witch. And that’s when he he heard his mother calling him from downstairs.

“Mark, can you come down hear please, you have company.”

Mark was annoyed, he didn’t want to go anywhere. Mark just thought it was just one of his guy friends, Carlos or Kyle.

“Just send them up Mom, you don’t need to keep me in suspense, Mark said.”

“No, you’re going to have to come down here, his mom answered.”

What the hell was going on, Mark thought?

Mark only had on his shorts and sandals as he walked down the stairs heavily, then turned the corner that led into the hallway that connected him with the kitchen and that’s when he saw Jeanie sitting at his kitchen. He was stunned.

Instantly everything felt surreal. Mark couldn’t even talk for a second, and when he studied Jeanie from his position, the sun was shining thru the cracks between the blinds, which outlined her body and casted an aura of white, and aura that made her look like an angel, except for the wings.

Mark was mesmerized, and continued to stare at Jeanie until even she got uncomfortable, his mother Beth was folding laundry and she turned around, when he saw him staring, Beth had to clear her throat.

“Is it Saturday, already, Mark asked abruptly, pretending to shake the cobwebs out of his head?”

Jeanie laughed, but she would not to look at him directly, he only had on shorts, and she blushed from his semi-nakedness.”

“No, I’m early, Jeanie said embarrassed.”

Beth thru Mark’s a clean shirt, and it hit him in the head covering his face, and he pulled it down in a slow-motion gesture.

Jeannie laughed again, but still avoided eye contact until he finished dressing.

“I’m sorry Jeannie, I thought it was one of my stupid guy friends, Mark said.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, Jeanie said smiling.”

“I was just on my bed thinking about you, Mark said.”

His mother coughed again.

“I mean daydreaming like in class…Mom this is Jeanie, he said turning to his mother, and she is a girl-friend from my class, he made sure to pause between the word girl and friend, so it sounded like two seperate words,” but she still stammerd. Nobody could be cool infront of thier mother, not even Mark.

“Yes, I met Jeannie, his mom said, and she’s a lovely girl.


“I’m going downstairs to finish the laundry, why don’t you take her out, and show her around, maybe introduce her to some of your friends, Beth said.”

“Great idea, Mom, Mark agreed.”

When his mom was out of earshot, Mark told Jeanie that he really was daydreaming about her upstairs.


“Am I still dreaming, Mark asked her?”

Jeanie laughed, “You mean like in class?”

“You have that effect on me, Mark said?”

“What were you daydreaming this time Jeanie asked?”

“What I was going to say to you on Saturday, he said.”

“Oh, Jeanie replied.”

“How did you find me, Mark asked?”

“By accident, I discovered I only live a few houses up from you, I was walking to the store when I saw your last name on the mailbox, I took a chance to see if you were the same “Winters,” from my class, Jeanie said.”

“Wow, that was really brave of you, Mark said, impressed.”

“Not brave, desperate, I needed to get out of the house, but I didn’t want to go to the store by myself either, and I don’t know anyone, so when I saw the name “Winters,” I rolled the dice, Would you like to come with, Jeanie asked a little sultry?”

“Indeed, I would, Mark replied.”

Mark got so caught up in the moment that he was rushing her out the door before Jeanie had a chance to stop him.

“Wait Mark, tell your mom were leaving and when you’ll we’ll be back, Jeanie said.”

Mark ran back thru the door, and yelled down the stairs to his mom, “Mom, I’m going to the store, do you want anything, he asked?”

“No, but you better not ruin your appetite, dinner will be ready in half-hour and Jeanie can stay if she wants, his mother offered.”

Mark grabbed his jacket and ran back out to Jeanie.

“What were you going to buy at the store Mark asked.”

“I don’t know, I have a craving for Ice Cream, Jeanie said.”

“What flavor, Mark asked?”

“Vanilla, Jeanie answered.”

“Good call, Mark said, but I have to have mine dipped in sprinkles, he said.”

“Strawberry, Jeanie asked?”

“Yea, Mark looked at her a little dumbfounded, there my favorite, he said.”

“Mine too, Jeanie agreed, we even have ice-cream in our freezer but I have to sprinkles, otherwise I won’t eat it.”

As we were walking Mark started telling Jeannie about the history of their subdivision, their school, the town, and some of the major events that happened just recently.

“They want to make this sub-division into a gated community, Mark told her?

“Why, Jeanie asked?”

“Because of my father, if you can believe that. Last year he came home early from work, and discovered four or five inner city kids had broken into our yard and were swimming in our pool, Mark told her.”

“You have a pool, Jeanie asked?”

“Yea, and you have an open invitation, Mark said without missing a beat.”

Jeanie laughed, “Well finish telling me your story first, she said.”

“My dad caught these black kids swimming in our pool, when he came home early from work one day, and he ran out the house with his rifle, Mark said.”

“What happened, she asked?”
He had them cornered and called the cops, actually he and the mayor are golfing buddies, Mark said.”
“What does your dad do, Jeanie asked?”
“He’s an attorney, a prosecuting attorney, who works for the city, which translates into making sure blacks, and other minorities stay out of Crystal Heights.”
“He sounds just like my dad, Jeanie said.”
“I’m not like that, Mark added as an after-thought.”
“So they all got arrested, Jeanie asked.”
“Yea, well I think they tried to run, when he came out of the house screaming with his rifle, they all froze when he shot it off in the air.”
“Were you actually there, Jeanie asked.”
“No, I was at school Thank God, but I heard all about it over dinner. There was even a right-up in the paper, he had made the front page of our local rag. He bought several copies, and even had one of them professionally matted and framed. It hangs on the wall behind his desk.
The next day everybody in school asked me what happened, but I told them I didn’t know anymore than they did, because when it happened it I was in school.
My dad’s first name is Harry, but after the gun incident the people he worked with started calling him “Dirty Harry” after Clint Eastwood’s vigillante character.
“What happened after that, Jeanie asked?”
“I think he got a promotion, Mark said.”
Jeanie rolled her eyes, “No I mean to the kids after they were arrested.”
“I have no idea, I never heard about them again, but I do know that my dad wanted to prosecute them himself, the city wouldn’t allow it of course.”
“So they never came back for another swim?”
“No, they were just a bunch of kids, skipping school, and looking for something to do. When rich kids go to poor neighborhoods they call it “slumming,” I don’t know what they call it when poor kids go to rich neighborhoods, Mark said.”
“Trouble, Jeanie replied.”
“Exactly, Mark agreed.”
“Do you think your dad would have actually shot at them if they ran instead, Jeanie asked?”
“I don’t know, I think they thought he would have shot them, Mark replied.”
“Can he have done that, I mean with them being minors and all?”
“Well, you can’t “legally” shoot someone in the back, because that indictes that your life was not in any immediate danger, I mean don’t quote me on that, but I think that’s the standard for “Justifiable Homicide,” I’m not a lawyer, but even I know that much, Mark said.”
“Maybe your dad was more scared of them, then they were of him, Jeanie suggested?”
“Yea, I mean they may have been kids, but they were big kids, and they were all as tall or taller than my dad, and he’s over six foot, Mark explained.”
“Did they actually do any damage, Jeanie asked?”
“Not really, they might have trashed our yard a little by tearing out my mom’s rosebuds, and we did find a broken window in the pool house, but I don’t think they tried to get into our house itself, otherwise the alarm would have gone off.”
“And your mom wasn’t home, Jeanie asked?”
“No, then they would have got shot, you see my dad’s really hardened because of his job, Mark explained.
“What do you mean, Jeanie asked?”
“Well he works for the justice system, so like any other profession, he knows what’s wrong with it. He doesn’t believe that prison is a punishment anymore; only the death penalty is.”
“Isn’t that extreme, Jeanie asked?”
“For the average law abiding citizen’s, Yes. But for most blacks who live in the Inner-City, No.”
Mark saw Jeanie shaking her head, she did not agree.
Ghetto violence is just a way of life, do you remember that Gangsta rap, bullshit from the ninties, Mark asked?”
“Yes, Jeanie nodded.”
“It did nothing but glorify killing, pimping, and drugs, for damn near that entire decade. In fact no artist from the hood, had any street credibility until they went to prison first.”
“Does your dad knows who killed Tupac, Jeanie asked?”
Mark laughed.
“Look, all I know is that the worse your criminal record, the more Cd’s they sell. One thug even put his rap sheet on the back cover.”
“You said Death Penalty thou, Jeanie reminded him.”
“Right, because there is no rehabilitation. When they do get out, there usually even more dangerous. Also, most hard core criminals are repeat offenders. And it dosen’t matter how many times you lock them up, they will commit any crime the same day their out.
The media use phrases like “Parlole Violations,” but to the insiders, that just means they are out there committing more crimes until they get arrested again.
They might as well put revolving doors in the jails and prisons the way the convicted are in and out of the system. Its do bad that in California they even want to pay illegal immigrants, convicted felons, and gang members for not committing crimes.
“I guess it could be frustrating, Jeanie admitted, and depressing, I could never do his job.”
“Every new prison that’s built is immediately filled the same day. Society cannot afford to house, cloth and feed people who are locked up for pretty much their entire life, only to be released after they are too old to be a danger anymore.”
Jeanie signed.
“You want to hear something crazy, Mark asked?”
“I don’t know, Jeanie replied.”
“One of the kids even left his undergarments in our pool, Mark said.”
“Ewww, Jeanie replied.”
“Yea, the idiot was naked the whole time he was in the pool and my father wouldn’t let him get dressed until the police came, and then after he was arrested, the police wouldn’t let him put on his shorts either. They wrapped him with a blanket after they handcuffed him, instead.”
“Sounds like a lot of drama, Jeanie remarked.”
“Oh yea, but what are the odds, I mean of all houses it had to be ours, Mark shook his head.
“Why didn’t they just swim in the lake its right down the road, she asked.”
“I guess they preferred our pool, Mark answered.”
“Whatever happened to the undergarments, Jeanie asked?”
“I’m wearing those right now Mark said, pulling up his shorts so she could see his Joe-Boxers.”
“Ewww, Jeanie replied.”
“Well my mom wanted to mail them back to the owner, after she washed them of course, but it’s not like he wrote his name and address on the inside tag.”
“Jeannie laughed, and when she did, her entire face lit up. Her beauty was stunning. Mark was sure that she did not know the affect she had on him, so he was glad that he could make her laugh.”
“That’s was so nice of your mom to think of them, I mean considering the circumstances, Jeanie said.”
“Yea, but in the end, the under-garments were confiscated by the police, so they could be used as evidence to prosecute the owner.”
“I would have been horrified, if they had been my underwear, Jeanie said.”
“You don’t like Joe-Boxers, Mark asked?”
“I would have denied they were mine, she said.”
“What about the police catching you on the premises?”
“I would have told them that those undergarments were floating in the pool when I got there, Jeanie said.”
“And your explantion for being there in the first place.”
“I would tell them I’m a sleep walker and that I could not be held accountable for my actions, she said.”
“Your good, maybe you should be a lawyer, Mark complimented.”
“Ewww, Jeanie said.”
Mark laughed.
“I just glad you and your mom weren’t there, she said.”
“My dad would have shot them on sight, but my mom would have have baked them all cookies, even if they raped her, Mark joked inappropriately.”
“Mark that’s not funny, Jeanie said, and then she shivered, her nipples became erect from the cold breeze, and she crossed her arms for warmth.”
“Sorry, here let me make it up to you, Mark took off his jacket and held it open for her.”
“Thank You, Mark, Jeanie said smiling, as she put her arms through the sleeves.”
Mark inspected her massive cleavage over her shoulders.
No, thank you Jeanie, Mark thought to himself.
Then Jeanie fixed and adjusted her long red hair, which cascaded over her shoulders and flowed down the back of his jean jacket.
Mark was reminded of that song by the Police, “Every little thing she does is Magic,” the lead singer “Sting” could have written that song for Jeanie.
Mark was glad that Jeanie decided to wear his jean jacket that was too big for her everywhere except in her chest. There might be other guys at the party store, it was a popular location, and Mark didn’t want them staring at her endowment or making rude comments.
“I’m just an old-fashioned guy who knows how to treat a lady, Mark said.”
“Well I’m a modern woman, but can still appreciate the manners of a gentleman, Jeanie replied.”
“Jeanie, I know this is going to sound weird but can you do me a favor, he asked?”
“It depends on the favor, she said apprehensively.”
“When we walk in the store, would you pretend to be my girlfriend, Mark asked?”
“What, Jeanie replied?”
“There’s a guy in here, I want to impress, Mark said.”
“No Mark, I mean, I just met you, and I really don’t think that would be appropriate…”
“If you play along, I’ll buy you a double scoop of vanilla ice-cream, he interupted.”
“Jeanie wasn’t going to take his first offer, …with strawberry sprinkles, she countered?”
“Done, Mark settled.”
But Jeanie held out her hand to make him shake on it.
The Oasis, was a party store owned by Assad, a second generation, American citizen of Arabian descent. He inherited the store from his father, who bought it back in the seventies.
Assad was a short, balding, overweight, middle aged man, who wore several thick gold chains, and a Hawaiian-styled shirt.

Mark thought Assad resembled a modern-day version of a disco-dressing pimp. A real throwback from the 70’s, but for some reason Assad could pull it off must because that was Assad.

The Oasis was a party store that primary sold liquor, but over the years Assad, after he inherited it (seven years), had expanded it so that in addition to liquor he had additional freezers installed in the back of the isles for refrigerated goods.

Then he ordered a pizza oven, remodeled the deli counter, put in flavored coffee machines and added Slurpee machines, and soda fountains. Finally he was able to sell lottery tickets.

It was no secret that Assad sold some of the best all-natural hand dipped ice-cream in the county.

Assad’s store was a commercial building in a residential neighborhood, and within a residental sub-division, but it was legal, at the time, so his store was grandfathered in.

Now Michigan was not California, it might have been known as a blue state, but not for it’s liberal views. Despite the inner-city the state as a whole, still had a no-nonsense work hard; play hard, class mentality.
Arabic business owners who were exempt from paying taxes (unlike every other hard working immigrants or American citizens for that matter), since Jimmy Carter excluded them back in the 70’s made the Mediterians very unpopular. And it had nothing to do with race.
Not only didn’t he pay taxes but after several years he could pass it to another blood-relative which extended this loophole forever. The zoning changed soon after his father had bought the store.
Assad would not be granted a permit to rebuild his store at another location or even expand his current one. But it could remain where it was, and the white community could do nothing about it.
Also, the first-generation Arabic culture was very alien to America and they were not very friendly or hospitable. Not the ideal trait(s) when dealing with the Public.
Yet despite all the racism, cultural differences, and language barriers, Dearborn, Michigan had aquired the second largest concentration of Arabs in the
World, second only to the actual middle-eastern countries themselves, like Iran, Iraq, or Saudi Arabia.
The white community that surrounded Assad were always overly-polite to his face, and they all went to his store because it was very covenant, as opposed to the nearest super-market that was easily fifteen miles away.
So the upper scale white community tolerated Assad because he was constantly trying to improve his store which was already first-rate, immaculate, and frequently modernized.
But more than that Assad tried very hard to be likable. Assad was good at remembering names, and if it was your birthday he would give you a pack of cigarettes or a six pack on the house. Servicemen always got discounts, and he even refused to take their money if they were in uniform.
He helped the elderly by carrying the heavier groceries to their cars. Assad had a real knack for making you like him when he wanted to.
But a party story in an upscale sub-division was considered as tacky as it was convenient, no-matter how first rate a commercial building it was.
It simply didn’t belong in a upscale sub-division, or working class professionals. And neither did an Arab, like Assad himself. Being non-white was the second strike against him.
But he knew he would never be accepted as one of “them,” the white establishment, and just considered him another undesirable with money.
Some regarded him no better than some low-life pimp, who made tons of money from hordes of desperate women who also made him tax-free income.
A pimp like this could afford to golf at the most expensive resorts in the world, but every member would avoid him like the plague because nomatter how much money he had, it was just as illegitimate as he was.
And so, the same people who went to Assad’s store, spend money, shook hands, and were all smiles to his face, were the same ones who tried to change the zoning laws to have Assad ousted behind his back, which of course was impossible.
Mark’s father wouldn’t even go to his store and he didn’t want Mark hanging around with him either, but he liked the fact that his son was willing to work summers, he used to work summers so he thought it would be good for him.
The other members of the subdivison would ask John if there was anything that could be done about the store. After all he was an attorney, could he fix this?
So legally the home-owner’s association, which John was a member of, could do nothing to overturn a federal law, but being a big shot attorney downtown who had political connections, it may him look bad. As far as Assad was concerned, nomatter what they thought of him behind his back, as long as bought his shit, that was the only thing that mattered.

Assaud didn’t really care anymore for Mark’s father John, than John cared for him. But he loved Mark. And Mark thought Assad was cool as ice, and God only knows why but the two of them became the best of friends, despite their age, race, culture, and backround.

For one thing, no-matter how old Mark was, Assad never treated him like a child, Assad always treated Mark as if he was more mature than his actual age.
For example, Assad would openly curse in front of Mark, and they would watch wrestling or the baseball game on TV, and Assad would even explain the finer points of the game, so Mark would know what was going on. Assad even promised to day him to a game during the season’s opener at Commercia Park, if his dad would let him.
As Mark got older Assad would tell him dirty jokes, make fun of the obnoxious white customers, and even let Mark flip thru all the girlie magazines he sold on the rack. One time he even gave Mark one of his illegal Cuban cigars and they both smoked together in the back.

But the absolute best was when Mark spotted Assad and four of his identical looking brothers-in-laws, drunk off their asses, celebrating a wedding, and loading four kegs of beer into the back their expensive SUV’s. They were also passing around a fifth of Jack Daniels, and talking what sounded like gibberish behind the dumpster as Mark approached his store.

Mark, who was riding his bike on his way home after a softball game surprised them all by suddenly popping out from the other side. When they saw him everybody froze, except Assad who was not facing him, and as Mark came up from behind him, as Assad turned around to see who it was, Mark looked at Assad and then his identical relatives and with a confused look asked the group, “Assad where did you go?”
Assad instantly translated what Mark said into Arabic and everybody started laughing hysterically. Mark thought Assad had translated what he had said directly into Arabic, but
Assad had giving his own interpretation and it was more like, “Oh yea, and this is that crazy white mother-fucker I was telling you about, and then he handed Mark the bottle and put his arm around him.”
Everyone was drunk off their ass, and Mark had to even help Assad keep his balance as everyone came up to kiss Mark on the cheek, which is how family greeted each other in their culture. The group and introduced themselves in Arabic, while Assad roughly translated what for them. Assad had made Mark feel like family. Never had Mark felt so adult in his entire life, all thirteen years of it. After that, at least in Mark’s eyes, Assad could do no wrong.

Mark even helped them load the two remaining kegs into each of their new SUV’s, and Assad invited Mark to come with them to the reception, Mark said he was coming home late from a game and he only stopped to check on the store because he thought someone might be breaking into the back. Besides he was probably in trouble as it was and if his dad caught him coming in any later, he’d get a beating.

“Fifteen minutes, Assad said.”

“I can’t, Mark replied.”

“I’ll let you drive, Assad shrugged.”

Assad was drunk off his ass, Mark had to drive for him, besides he loved that SUV, and when Assad threw him the keys that was all the coaxing Mark needed to hear.
He put his bike in the back of Assad’s SUV, and jumped in the driver’s seat, and once inside he slowly followed the other two Mercedes SUV’s in front of him. Assad was impressed at what a good driver Mark was and Mark told him that his parents had a cabin up-north with a four-wheel jeep and that his dad let him drive in a circle around their property.
Once they were at the hall where the reception was being held in, Mark followed Assad to his table then he was introduced to the bride and groom, which was a huge honor, and then they made their way to the buffet line. They ate together and Mark was even served wine, Assad was filling Mark in on the backroad of some of the more important people at the wedding.
After he ate, the band began to play and Mark had drunk enough to walk to the center of the floor, and dance with two extremely attractive Mediterranean girls who were both several years older than himself. They were already on the dance floor but that did stop him from getting in between the two of them.
Well before long, fifteen minutes turned into two hours and It was way past midnight, Assad and his crew where playing cards in the back, and Mark sobered up enough to hug Assad from behind and told him he had to get home.
Assad looked at the clock and told him to stay and play poker with them, since he was already in trouble anyway. Assad said that he would even stake him, and handed Mark a fist full of hundred-dollar bills. Mark had never seen so much money on one table in his life.
But Mark refused, shaking his head, “Obviously you forgot about our gun trigger city prosecutor with a bad temper who would love to beat my underage ass for coming home drunk, and embarrassing him publicly.
“Okay, just let me finish this hand and then I’ll drive you home, Assad said.”
Unlike Mark, Assad had never stopped drinking,
“Assad your drunker than I am, Mark said, you can’t drive, you shouldn’t even be walking.”
Assad nodded his head like, You know you might have something there, most times Mark acted more responsble that he did. “The car’s open.”
Mark kissed Assad on the cheek and said, “Hey, thank these guy for me, you throw a great party.”
Assad laughed, waved him off and spoke Arabic, everybody at the table cheered and waved goodbye as he left.
When Mark got home that night he snuck upstairs by climbing up to his second story bedroom from the outside without waking his parents, which was a miracle considering he even stumbled on his way to his bed. He didn’t wake up until almost noon the next morning.
“What up Assad, Mark said giving him him the peace sign sideways like a hip-hop artist.”
“Hey, what’s up Mark, Assad said, looking up, from his newspaper, and then he did a double take when he saw Jeanie.”
Assad had never seen Mark come into his store with a girl before. No, this was a woman.
“Hey, who’s the princess, Assar asked, as he stood up and walked towards them.”
Then he eyed Jeanie up and down as if appraising a slave-girl before a purchase. It was no secret that Assad loved white woman, especially white girls with big tits and asses, not unlike the black man.
And Assad’s appraisal was not distracted by Mark’s friendship or Jeanie’s age.
“This is my girlfriend Jeanie, Mark said, Jeanie this is Assad; coolest Arab this side of Mecca.”
“Hi, Assad, Jeanie said shyly, and when she raised her hand to wave, the sleeve over-lapping her hand and flapped.”
“Girlfriend, Assad, said doubtfully, I don’t believe it!”
But it’s true, Mark said, and then nudged Jeanie for validation,”
Jeanie, as if on cue, immediately hugged Mark dramatically, and even raised one leg off the floor, bending it at the knee.”
Assaud laughed, “Whoa, whoa, when did all this happen, he asked?”
“Today, Mark said, Jeanie this is a new student who just moved into our school just last week, she lives next door so I thought I would do the neighborly thing and show her around, Mark said.”
“And that’s makes her your girlfriend, Assad asked?”
“Hey In your country, we would have had to get married by now, Mark countered.”
Now Assad, and Jeanie both laughed.
Assad looked at Jeanie with a straight face, “Ms. if your being held against your will, just blink with one eye, and Assad started blinking as if with a nervous tick to demonstate.”
Now Mark and Jeanie laughed.
“How can you not love this guy, Mark said facing her?”
“Well if this girl will have you, then you have my blessing, Assad conceited gracefully.”
Jeanie could feel her face turning red, and she tried to hide her embarrassment by looking away. Assad noticed that when she was embarrassed her face turned red and the hidden freckles displayed like cinnamon specs on her flawless white skin.
“We would like two double scoops of vanilla ice-cream, Mark said.”
“Soft cone or Sugar, Assad asked?”
“Sugar, Mark said.”
As Assad was leaving Jeanie whispered in Mark’s ear,
“Oh yea, and dip those in Strawberry Sprinkles, Mark said as an after-thought.” Assad gave him the okay sign as Mark got out his wallet.
After Assad handed him the cones; Mark handed Jeanie hers, and asked him how much?”
“On the house, Assad said graciously.”
“I don’t what to say, Mark replied.”
“Say Yes, Assad said.”
“And let me add a thank you as well, Mark replied.”
“Even better, Assad said.”
“Can we go in the back, Mark asked?”
“Yea, sure, and then Assad said casually looking at Jeanie, “Honey don’t let Mark, make himself too comfortable back there.”
Mark and Jeanie both laughed and Jeanie promised him she wouldn’t.
Assad walked back to his stool, behind the register, where his newspaper and a.m. radio was broadcasting a new station in Arabic. It was low but discernable. Mark took Jeanie by the hand and led her in the back where the tables were.
This section was the store was normally closed off, but he always let Mark and some of the other regulars sit there whenever they wanted. Assad removed most of the tables because he was running out of room.
Sitting down gave Mark and Jeanie a chance to relax.
“How long have you known Assad? Jeanie asked.”
“Well he was here before my parents moved here, so ever since I was old enough to walk here by myself, Mark said.
“He’s colorful, how did you two become friends, Jeanie asked.”
“When I first moved here, I didn’t know anybody so I would just hang around the store. I bought comic-books but I didn’t like the way Assaud just crammed them in, so I started re-organizing them in the rack by popularity.”
“Populariy, she asked?”
“Well who I liked better, he said.”
Plus he had the Marvel and D.C mixed together and that was just crazy, I had to separate them because they were two separate companies.
“Only two she asked?”
“Yea, its like two seperate universes and one group of characters dosen’t exist in the other. Anyway one day Assad saw what I was doing and I thought he was going to be mad, but I guess Assad like the way I organized his stuff, and then Mark imitated Assad,
“Hey kid, If you wanted a job here, all you had to do was ask.”
“Wow, Jeanie commented.”
Yea, so I stated work for him on week-ends and after school. During the summertime he would make us pizza for lunch and we would watch “Batman, the cartoon series together.
“Really, Jeanie sounded amazed.”
At the time he had a small color television behind the counter. The series came on every day, ,and because we both loved Batman, it became a routine. I think that’s how it started, Mark said.”
“A grown man watching cartoons, Jeanie asked?”
“Not just a cartoon, Batman, Mark said.” Jeanie rolled her eyes.
“One day a customer came in the store and went in the back of one of the coolers and took something out and then decided they didn’t want it but instead of putting it back, they just left it in the isle.
About an hour later Assad was cleaning up singing happy as a lark when suddenly he saw that spoiled ice cream melting all over his freshly mopped floor and he suddenly he went Ape-shit, even from the back of the store I could still hear him cursing alternately in two languages.
“What did he say, Jeanie asked?”
“It wasn’t what he said but how he said it, He was like an Arabic “Yosemite Sam,” I never laughed so hard in my life.
“So, one time we had ice creme for desert, Assad had to go wait on a customer, but instead of eating it I left it out to melt and hid out out of sight by the back door.”
“Why, Jeanie asked.”
“Because messes are Assad’s pet peeve, and I knew when he saw that melted ice creme all over the floor he would lose it, the madder he gets; the more ridiculous he sounds, and I wanted to hear him do that voice again, and then Mark imitated Assar: “Blah, blah, blah, white piece of shit, blah blah, blah, that motherfucker didn’t look retarded, blah blah blah, and that’s why I never had kids, Mark finished laughing.
“That’s terrible, Jeanie said, but she couldn’t help from laughing herself, the way Mark imitated him was spot-on.
“What’s his native language, Jeanie asked?”
“I don’t think anybody knows for sure, half the time I think Assad just makes up his own shit, Mark said.”
“After all this time, you don’t even know what country Assad is from, Jeanie asked?”
“I think where at war with them, Mark whispered, so it’s safer if we don’t know, and then he winked at her.
Jeanie laughed.
“Anyway, as I got older Assad started to curse more in English and less in Arabic, Mark continued”
“Your joking.”
“No, seriously.”
“Why, she asked?”
“I guess he wanted to become more “Americanized,” Mark said.
“I don’t think Assad was setting a very good example for you, Jeanie replied.”
“Whose talking about me, I was the one correcting him, Mark said.”
“What do you mean correcting, Jeanie asked?”
“Sometimes when Assad cursed in English he would mispronounce a word, so I would help him pronounce that word correctly.”
“You helped Assad curse correctly, Jeanie asked unbelievingly?”
“Well, I didn’t want Assad making a fool of himself, I mean he was going to curse anyway, so I felt he should say it correctly, Mark explained.”
“I don’t know Mark, your relationship with Assad sounds slightly
dysfunctional to me, Jeanie said.”
“Slightly, Mark repeated.”
“Well I was trying to be nice, Jeanie laughed.”
“I would prefer to think of our relationship as being more “cathartic,” Mark explained.”
“How so, Jeanie asked?”
Mark paused to think, suddenly he couldn’t come up with an answer.
“Maybe your right, Mark considered, Assad still mispronounces his curse words, and I never feel better after correcting him.”
Jeanie licked her ice-cream cone in a comical expression.
“Thank You for playing along with Assad by the way, Mark said.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean the way I introduced you as my girlfriend, Mark said.”
Mark didn’t want to say anything bad about Assad but sometimes he could come as creepy, and he was trying to protect her.
“Oh yea well I hope I was convincing, Jeanie said.”
“It felt very natural, Mark said.”
Jeanie suddenly took another bite of her icecream so that she didn’t have to respond.
“Maybe I should have warned you first, but technically when a guy buys a girl an icecream cone they automatically become an item, he said.”
“Item, what you mean item, like strawberry sprinkles as a topping on my icecream item?”
“No, more like a boyfriend and girlfriend item, Mark corrected.”
“Boyfriend and girlfriend, Jeanie asked confused.”
“I bought you an icecream cone so now by Michigan Common-law were an item.”
“Ha, funny you, she said.”
“I think there’s even a statue in Michigan, Mark said.”
“Yea, I’ll believe that when I see it, she challenged.”
“I’ll ask my dad for proof, he’s an attorney you know.”
“Yea, I heard a prosecuter with the city, Jeanie said.”
“You know him, Marked teased?”
“Only by reputation.”
“I bet he’ll know it from memory, Mark promised.”
“Yea well I’m not from here, Jeanie said.”
“What state did you move from again, Mark asked?”
“Wow, that’s the only state that shares Michigans common law reciprosity for this item thingy, Mark said.”
“What a happy coincedense Jeanie said in a flat voice.”
Mark laughed, “Serendipity, he exclaimed.”
“Easy boy, I think your eating your ice cream too fast and the brain freeze is affecting your thinking.”
“Maybe the statute is specifically when a guy buy’s a girl a vanilla ice-cream cone with strawberry sprinkles, Mark said.”
“I think you’ve been hanging around your friend Assad, too long, Jeanie replied.”
“Mark laughed, have you been to the beach yet, he asked changing the subject?”
“No, not yet, Jeanie said.”
“Can you swim, Mark asked?”
“I’m okay until I can’t feel the sand on the bottom, when I know the water is over my head, I start to panic, Jeanie said.”
“That’s real common with girls, Mark replied.”
“Really, Jeanie asked?”
“Oh yea, my mom’s like that too, Mark said.”
“But you have a pool, she asked?”
“I do, Mark affirmed.”
“How big is it, Jeanie asked?”
“I think eight feet at the deep end, Mark answered.”
“Yikes, you won’t catch me down there, Jeanie said.”
“I know your scared of the water, but it’s only psychological. If you can swim in three feet of water, then you can swim in three hundred feet, or three thousand feet, it all in your head, Mark said.”
“I know, I know, Jeanie agreed she didn’t want to argue about it, , I just didn’t want you to think I was being silly, Jeanie sounded vulnerable.”
“Nothing silly about drowning, he said.”
“I thought maybe It was just me, Jeanie said.”
“Oh, no, not at all, Mark assured her, any other fears?”
“No, Jeanie looked away to avoid his eyes.”
“C’mon, I know you hiding something, Mark said.”
“Wasps, and Bee’s, she said.”
“No, you’ll laugh at me, Jeanie replied.”
“I promise I won’t, Mark said.”
“Swear to me and cross your heart, Jeanie said.”
“On my heart, Mark said crossing.”
“They remind me of those flying monkeys from the “Wizard of Oz, Jeanie asked.”
“That’s another really common fear, Mark replied.”
“Flying bugs, she asked.”
“No the flying monkey’s, he replied.”
“Why, Mark asked?”
“Because I thought they would try to steal me while I was sleeping, Jeanie said.”
“How much do you weigh, he joked.”
“Never you mind, she shot back quickly, and then took another lick of her cone.”
“Look I got scared to the first time I saw the “Wizard of Oz,” too, Mark said.”
Jeanie’s eyes narrowed, “You promised me that you weren’t going to tease me.”
“I’m not Jeanie, it wasn’t the flying monkeys, it was the fiery image of the “Great Oz” bellowing, Mark said.”
Jeanie was relieved, she didn’t want Mark making fun of her for fearing a children’s movie.
“You know I never thought about it before, but maybe it is a little flashy having a swimming pool in our backyard when we live so close to the lake. I wonder how many other people in the neighborhood has a swimming pool, Mark said.”
“We don’t, Jeanie answered.”
“Maybe I mentioned it because I was trying to impress you, Mark winked at her.”
“The best way to impress me is just to be yourself, Jeanie said.”
“No, believe me that wouldn’t impress you, Mark replied.”
“You’re doing okay so far, Jeanie said.”
“Really, Mark asked?”
“Your just a little cocky, Jeanie replied.”
“Maybe I just need the right girl to help straighten me out, Mark hinted.”
“Any prospects yet, Jeanie teased?”
Mark started laughing. He was having such a good time with Jeanie, and it was so effortless, that he was amazed.”
“Well, there’s is this new girl at school, and she is drop-dead goregeous, maybe the best-looking girl I’ve ever seen, I even got her phone number, Mark boasted.”
“How did you pull that off, Jeanie asked?”
“Well, I could tell that she was upset when the home room teacher made her stand up in front of the entire class to introduce herself, so I hung back a little to check and make sure she was okay.”
“That was very observant of you, Jeanie said, and kind.”
“Well, sometimes I can see what other people miss, Mark said.”
“Only a person with a very high level of sensivity could understand that, Jeanie complemented.”
Mark shrugged, he was trying to be casual.
“So what are you going to do next, Jeanie asked?”
“I’m supposed to call her this Saturday around noonish, but maybe I’ll play it cool, and call her around one instead, that way she won’t think I’m too eager, Mark smiled.
“No-no, child don’t ever keep a woman waiting, you have to play it safe, not cool, and call her when she said, otherwise she might think you’re a jerk, and be tempted to go out with another guy who asked her out instead.”
“What other guy, Mark asked?”
“Another guy from another class, Jeanie replied.”
Mark figured she was just bluffing, but she was damn good at it.
“Well, I guess we’ll just see on Saturday then won’t we, Mark smiled.”
Jeanie licked her ice-cream cone just suggestive enough to let Mark know that she was not bluffing, he had never seen a woman look so sensual in his life, she pretended not to notice his reaction, but she knew exactly the effect she was having on him. If he wanted to play games, Jeanie just uped the ante.
And then as easily as she turned it on, she turned it off, glandcing out the window and making some nonchalant comment on the weather.
Mark was stunned at how sensual Jeanie could take something so trival like eating an icre cream cone and turn it into something that instantly give him a rock hard erection.
His jaw must have hit the floor because when Jeanie glanced back she pointed at the table. When Mark looked at what Jeanie was pointing at, he saw the small puddle of white creme that had melted from his cone.
The truth was, despite the fact that Assad had air-conditioning, it always seemed warm inside his store, and you had to eat the ice cream fast before it melted from the heat.
How ironic that it looked like he had just “shot a load” after Jeanie’s very subtle but potent performance.
Jeannie handed him some napkins from the dispenser on the table, but instead of absorbing they just smeared the drippings around making an even bigger mess.”
“Jeanie, now look what you did, Mark said?”
Jeanie just shrugged like she had no idea what the hell he was talking about.
“I’m going in the back to get a towel, Mark said.
“Do you want me to help, Jeanie asked?”
“No, I think you’ve done enough, Mark replied.”
Jeanie laughed.
“Mark went in the back, and found two hand towels hanging over the sink. He grabbed one of them but stopped at the swinging doors. He remembered Assad had a slot for a two-way mirror that he installed to spy on people he suspected of shoplifting, mainly high-school students.
Today he had security cameras, but he never removed the two way mirrors. Mark moved some of the cardboard boxes that were stacked on top of each other. They were blocking the tinted glass on one side, and mirrored on the other. Now, he could study Jeanie without her knowing.
He read that you could learn more about a woman observing her unnoticed for 60 seconds, than you could otherwise over 60 years.
Jeanie had given up trying to clean the mess with the napkins and now she was patiently waiting. She looked behind her to see if anyone else was coming.
He took her in, Mark couldn’t believe how beautiful Jeanie was. He had already fallen in fall with her just because of her looks. He could feel his erection strain within the confimes of his jeans.
Mark pulled out his shirt that was tucked in his jeans, then he undid his belt a notch and unbuttoned the top. He left his shirt untucked to hide his arousmetnt.
He could not let Jeanie know that he had fallen for her, she had to say it first. He had to call the shots, and get control of their relationship right from the start.
Otherwise, the next thing you know you’ll be holding her purse for her when your at the mall together while she’s looking at shoes.
That meant he had to fuck her as soon as possible, then he would be able to use her whenever he wanted. But the longer she put him off, the more leverage she would gain during the waiting game.
Jeanie turned from the neon window, and looked directly at the two-way mirror that Mark was watching her from, he almost jumped out of his skin when her glance caught him off guard.
Then Jeanie smiled, before she looked away again. She knew that he was watching her.
No, that was impossible. How could she have know about the two-way mirrors?
But why would she have looked directly at him. Had she been able to see Mark thru the glass?
Impossible, and and yet Mark still had that same unsettling feeling,
She know your watching!!!
After Mark restacked the boxes he came out with the towel, and looked at the small mirrored window behind him, but he not see through it. Jeanie turned from Assad’s Neon store window as if she had been staring out it the entire time.
“What took you so long?”
“I had to find these, he said holding up the towels.
After Mark cleaned up the mess, he went back to throw the towel in the sink, and washed his hands.
Mark noticed a stack of empty tranparent cup, suddenly he had an idea. When he came out a second time, Jeanie reminded him of the time.
“Mark it’s getting late, I think we should start heading back, Jeanie said.”
“Yea, your right, Mark said, looking at the digital clock, on the wall, and then he offered Jeanie his hand to escort her out.”
He didn’t ask, he just expected her to take it, she may have acted a little reluctant handing him his jacket, but secretly Jeanie liked his boldness.
Before they left the store, they waved and said their goodbyes to Assad. He was busy with customers, but he stopped long enough to wave back.
“Okay, thank you for coming in, I want to see you two again real soon thou.”
Assad noted that they did make a very handsome couple.
Mark held on to Jeanie’s hand almost the entire way back to his house, he loved the way she felt and if she would have let him, he would never have let her go.
“Did the ice cream spoil your appetite, Jeanie asked?”
“No, by the way my mom wanted me to ask you if you would like to stay for dinner.”
“I can’t, Jeanie replied.”
“How about tomorrow then, Mark quickly countered?”
“How about if we talk about this Saturday, Jeanie asked?”
“I don’t want to wait that long to see you again, Mark said.”
“You’re going to see me in school tomorrow, Jeanie replied.”
“What with Ms. Payne, that’s not the same thing, Mark said.”
“This is moving too fast for me, Mark.”
“I know Jeanie, but I already feel like I’ve known you forever.”
“We have to take things slow, honey, Jeanie said.”
Jeanie was putting him off and turning him on at the same time.
“Its my heart that’s beating fast, Mark said, trying to be clever.”
Jeanie laughed.
“Hey, wait a minute, I just thought of something, we have a test on Friday so why don’t we study together.”
“Because of my parents, Jeanie said, they don’t want me dating, there overprotective, and very old-fashioned.”
“I’m only talking about studying together; not running you you off to Vegas.”
“Mark you don’t know them, if I came home with some guy after the first day of school, they would lose it, Jeanie said.”
“Okay, I understand, Mark conceded, I just thought it might be easier for you to pass the test studying with a partner instead of by yourself, especially with you having to take it the same week you moved here.”
“Mark I don’t want you to think its you, because its not, and also that its very hard for me to talk about, Jeanie looked down she looked embarassed and put her head down, like maybe she was ready to cry.”
“No, no, I get it, I am no stranger to weird parents, believe me, but now that I think about it, Ms. Payne was acting a little strange herself, Mark said.”
“What do you mean, Jeanie asked.”
“Do you remember earlier in class today when Ms. Payne asked me if I was paying attention, when she knew I wasn’t?”
“Yes, I remember Jeanie answered.”
“Usually when I bluff myself out of a bad situation, Ms. Payne lets me off the hook, but today for some reason, she was really giving me a hard time, it was almost as if she wanted to embarrass me, Mark said.”
“Why, Jeanie asked?”
“Maybe, you Jeanie, Mark said.”
“Me, why me, Jeanie asked?”
“Because I think she sensed that I liked you, and maybe she wanted to ruin my opportunity with you, by making me look bad?”
“Why would she care, she’s a teacher, Jeanie asked?”
“I don’t know, because she’s a red head like you, jealous of the new girl, that woman’s crazy, for all I know she might have a crush on me, Mark said, I mean, students develop crushes on teachers, maybe teachers develop crushes on students too.”
“That sounds really far-fetched Mark, maybe she was just being a bitch, you know us red-heads, Jeanie said.”
Mark laughed.
“Yea, but when she tried to put me on the spot the second time, that was out of character, even for her, I came up with that whole linking-pictures-with-answers thing on the spot; she never told us that, and she knew it, yet she still took credit for it, by remaining silent.”
“So, you think she thought you were going to ask me out, maybe after class and she was trying to sabotage your attempt, Jeanie asked?”
“Yes, even after I gave her the right answer about Lincoln, she was still trying to put me on the spot, and that’s why I made the crack about her shoes, because she wasn’t going to just let it go.”
“Maybe she was planning to give the test on Friday anyway Mark, and your timing was just a coincidence, Jeanie shrugged.”
“Okay fine, but no teacher, not even Ms. Payne, would ever make a new student take a test the same week she moved here, Mark said.”
“If she really so jealous why didn’t she stay behind like you did instead of going to the teachers lounge?”
“I told you, she likes to drink, Mark said.”
Jeanie shook her head, “I think you’re just making something out of nothing, Jeanie said.”
“Like I said before, sometimes I can see things that other people miss.”
Mark got so involved in the conversation that he didn’t realize they were almost back at his house.
“Okay Mark, thank you for everything, we better say goodbye here, Jeanie looked panicked, I don’t mean to be rude but-
“I don’t understand, I can’t even walk you home, Mark interupted?”
“Like I said, my parents are weird and their embarrassing, and I don’t want them to see me with a strange boy my first day after school, Jeanie said.”
“Strange, Mark repeated, pretending to be offended, whose strange?”
“I’m sorry, I meant unknown, as in strange to them, Jeanie corrected.”
“Look Jeanie, I won’t try to kiss you okay, Mark said?”
“Kiss me, Jeanie asked, what are you talking about?”
“The real reason you don’t want me to walk you home is because you’re afraid I’ll try to kiss you, and your too embarrassed to admit that you don’t know how to kiss, because you never kissed a guy before, Mark said.”
“What, Jeanie asked?”
Had this fool had lost his mind, she thought.
Mark had not forgotten about the way Jeanie licked the ice cream cone, but he was trying to throw her off balance, so he had chance to change her mind about walking her home.
“You never kissed a guy before, you don’t know how, and that’s what your really embarrassed about, Mark said, puckering up his lips and making “fish” sounds.
When Jeanie saw his fish lips, he was hilarious, but she pretended to be disgusted.”
“Ewww, Jeanie said, No that’s not why; I have so kissed before, My fist kiss was in fourth grade, and my boyfriend was in the sixth, and he was a very good teacher.”
“Prove it, Mark said, wiping his mouth and moving in.”
“No, I’m not going to kiss some creepy boy I just met, especially not one with “fish-lips,” Jeanie said, and then she make a face like she was going to gag.”
“Fish-lippers are the ones who need to be kissed the most, Mark said, and then he puckered again.”
“Sorry Charlie, Jeanie replied, but if my parents saw me kissing you after the first day after school, they would have me enrolled back in my old one on the second.”
“Back to Oklahoma, Mark said.”
“No, Nebraska dummy, Jeanie corrected.”
“What’s the difference, Mark said.”
“Nothing as far as your concerned because you’re not getting me moved to either, Jeanie replied.”
“How about if I just walk you to your driveway, but stay out of sight, Mark asked?”
“No, Jeanie said taking off his jacket and handing it to him.”
“Just so I know you got home safe, otherwise I won’t be able to sleep later, Mark said, and tonight’s a school night.”
“You’ll be fine, Jeanie replied,”
“But I bought you ice-cream, Mark said.”
“So, Jeanie said, crossing her arms defensively, but suddenly feeling guilty.”
“Don’t you remember the statute, Mark asked?”
“What statute, Jeanie replied?”
“The Common Law Ice-Cream Statute,” Mark said.”
“Are you going to start with that bullshit again, Jeanie said starting to get angry?”
“Kiss your mother with that mouth, Mark asked?”
Jeanie put her hand to her mouth as if embarrassed, “I’m sorry, it’s just that you’re getting me all whipped up with that bogus ice cream talk.”
“With sprinkles, Mark said, exacerbated?”
“Whatever, Jeanie replied.”
“Your not going to break the law, Mark asked?”
“There is no law, Jeanie confirmed.”
“That Michigan-Nebraska Law of Reciprosity, Mark said.”
“I don’t know what “law” your talking about, but whatever it is, I don’t think its valid in this state, anymore than I do my previous one, Jeanie said starting to lose her cool again.”
“Well until you know for certain, I demand you honor my eminent domain, Mark said walking past his house.”
“Eminent Domain, what the hell are you talking about now, Jeanie asked running after him confused?”
“Mark didn’t bother to answer her this time, he just took Jeanie by the hand again, and started walking in the direction of her house, even thou he didn’t exactly know where she lived.”
Mark became bolder as he was winning her over.
“Mark, please don’t do this, Jeanie begged.”
The tone of her pleading was unintentionally sexy, and instantly got Mark erected again.
“I can’t let you walk thru this sub-division alone, didn’t I tell you before how dangerous it’s become, and how they wanted to make it a gated community, Mark said?”
“Believe me, I’m a lot safer without you than I am being seen with you, Jeanie replied”
“All you girls use the same lines, Mark said.”
“What other girls, Jeanie asked curiously?”
“Remember the jacket, he said, I’m old-fashioned, we shared an ice cream, I shared my jacket, and now I feel responsible for you, like a girl-friend, he insisted.”
“Well don’t, Jeanie snapped.”
“Just to your drive way, Mark said casually.”
“I said No, Mark.”
Mark stopped walking and dropped to his knees, he begged her right there in the street, Jeanie could not believe how childish he was acting. He would stop at nothing to get his own way, even if it meant embarrassing her in front of the entire sub-divison.
God he was adorable, no guy had ever been willing to do this for her before. She was so impressed and embarrassed at his attempt to win her over that she fell for him right there on the spot.
“Get up you damn fool, your embarrassing the shit out of me, Jeanie screamed down at him.”
“I don’t care, I want you to let me walk you home, or I’ll stay here all day if I have to, Mark insisted still on his knees.”
“Yes, you can, now please get up, please she repeated over and over until he did.”
He dusted off his jeans at the knees.
“Just to my drive-way, and no tricks, I want you to promise me Mark Winters, she said pointer her finger at him. Now she even sounded like his girlfriend, or his mother.”
“Yea, yea, whatever, Mark said, blowing her off, and taking her hand once again.”
Jeanie liked how he took control, how funny he was, and how comfortable she felt with him despite knowing him only a few hours. After they walked another block, Jeanie stopped short of their driveway and tried to get him to leave before they were even close, but Mark wasn’t having it-
“Hold-On their Cherry Bomb, the agreement was the drive-way, he reminded her.”
“Don’t you call me Cherry Bomb, Jeanie threatened, trying desperately trying not laugh by being angry.”
Mark encroched as much as he could, Jeanie stopped him at her drive-way, she wouldn’t even let him walk on the concrete.
Her house was smaller than Mark’s but just as nice.
“Okay, Mark thank you, you can go now, and Jeanie put out her hand so he could shake it goodbye.”
Mark stared at her hand like he was unfamiliar with the custom.
“Thank You for walking me home, that was really nice or you, and I’ll see you at school tomorrow at, Jeanie said hurriedly, checking for her parents, waving her hand so he would shake it.”
Mark looked up at her and immediately dropped his smile and stared at her chin for a moment.
“What are you looking at, Jeanie asked?”
“Don’t move Jeanie, Mark whispered.”
“Why, Jeanie whispered back.”
“Are you allergic to Wasp’s, Mark asked?”
“I don’t know, Jeanie said frightened.”
“Shhhhh, don’t talk, just close you’re your eyes, and don’t move, Mark said.”
“What are you going to do, Jeanie cried.”
Mark took out the plastic cup that he had from the Oasis, it was filled with sprinkles, he was going to surprise Jeanie at the drive, but now he was going to empty the candy and trap the wasp with it instead.
“I brought a plastic cup with me from the store filled with sprinkles so that you could have some with the icecream in your freezer. But now I’m going to use the candy to bait the wasp with instead, he said.”
“No, Mark please don’t Jeanie said but she had her eyes closed, and tears were already forming in them.”
“I don’see him, ,Jeanie said.”
“Good, now stand still, and don’t talk, Mark whispered.”
While Jeanie was frozen and waiting for Mark to tell her when it was safe, Mark grabbed her by the waist, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her on the lips, shoving her hips into his.
He could feel her large soft breasts smother against his chest, and her nipples instantly became hard, from his unexpected move. When Jeanie tried to squeal in fear and protest, Mark shoved his tongue into her mouth, and made quick strokes that tickled the roof of her mouth.
He wouldn’t release her from his embrace even when she finally stop struggling, he relaxed his hold but still held onto her just tightly enough to let her know that she wasn’t going to get away.
He held on to her until Jeanie stopped struggling, and continuted to kiss her until she became weak in the knees. Once she accepted that there would be no escape, she stopped fighting. But Mark would not release her until he was ready to do so.
continued to work her mouth until Jeanie went limp from his passion, it’s like he was draining all the strength from her, until finally her knees weakened, and he actually had to hold her up for her to stand.
No one had ever kissed her with as much passion or intensity as he had, and she was spellbound. Then Mark gentle released his hold on her to gauge her reaction. Jeanie had a mesmerized look in her eyes, like she was just waking from a trance, or going into one, her nipples were rock hard and her panties wet. Jeanie gazed at Mark submissively, signally him with her eyes that she was ready to be taken. Bedroom eyes.
Momentarily, the wasp had been completely forgotten about and Jeanie sensed there was no immediate danger from it. Now her face and body were flush with passion, as if her body condoned what Mark was doing, even if her head did not.
Mark was erected and he wanted to take Jeanie right there, and he made sure Jeanit felt him,” “I’ve been wanting to do that all day, Mark said, as he pulled her up.”
“You have, but what about the wasp, Jeanie said in a dreamy voice?”
“He left an hour ago, Mark said smiling.”
“What, she asked blinking, and still confused?”
“My first kiss was in fourth grade too, Mark answered?”
Suddenly Jeanie came to her senses, and in an instant her entire sleepy, sexual submission/arousal now turned to anger, not just because he tricked her, but because he broke his promise by lying.
Now Jeanie wasn’t just angry; furious might be a better word. She broke free from his grasp and with a rage in her eyes that changed them from an emerald green to a golden yellow, and she was about him let him have it.”
“Mark Winters, did you just kiss me in front of my parents’ house and the entire neighborhood, after I specifically asked you not to, Jeanie demanded?”
“Yes, I did but-
“But you tricked me, scared me, lied to me, and made a fool of me- Jeanie said angrily”
“Well don’t say it like that…”
“How else would you put it; you, you untrustworthy, lying, miserable creep, Jeanie demanded?”
“I didn’t want you to feel awkward during your first kiss, Mark said.”
“That wasn’t my first kiss, Jeanie screamed angrily?”
Mark froze.
“Well, I just thought if my kiss was a surprise, and completely unexpected, you wouldn’t have time to feel awkward or embarrassed, Mark said, and then he complimented her, and that shit was good baby, now I’m addicted.”
“Don’t you call me your baby, Jeanie said in a lowered voice but equally intense.”
“It’s your fault, Mark said.”
“My fault!!! How is it my fault, Jeanie said put her hands on her hips, and in a very sexy, defiant posture, waiting for an explanation.”
“It’s your fault for having those thick, pouty, kissable lips, Mark said.”
“Do you have any idea what you just did, Jeanie said unbelievingly?”
“Kissed you on the lips, Mark said innocently?”
Jeanie shook her head in frustration, “No you just have no idea.”
“You didn’t like it, Mark asked?
She paused and waited, he didn’t understand, he wasn’t one of them.
“I just wish you would have waited, that’s all, Jeanie said.”
“I didn’t mean any harm, Mark said honestly starting to feel bad.”
Jeanie looked at him, he looked scared to death, “I know, she said, but you didn’t respect my wishes, Jeanie said regretfully, that’s all.”
“It was just a kiss, Jeanie Grants, he said.”
“Jeanie Winters, she responded.”
“What, Mark asked confused?”
“In school, you mispronounced my name on purpose and called me
“Jeanie Winters, she said.”
“You remembered that, Mark asked?”
“Of course, I remembered, but why did you do that, Jeanie asked?”
“The same reason you came to my house tonight, Mark replied.”
The two of them just stared at each other, and to an onlooker it seemed like they were trying to communicate a message with each other telepathically, a message of thought or emotion, because to express it with words would be impossible.
“Mark this is my first day, If my parents saw us, I’ll be grounded for the next two months, and you will never be allowed to come to house again. And I just met you, Jeanie said unbelievingly.”
Mark stood there and was just now beginning to realize how upset Jeanie was.
“Are you trying to ruin the rest of my life on purpose, Jeanie asked bewildered?”
“No, we have a date on Saturday, Mark said smiling, trying to lighten the mood, and taking the cup of sprinkles from his pocket of his hooded sweatshirt.”
“Oh no, we don’t, Mr. Winters, I’m not going anywhere with you, not to the mall, not to the store, not to your Pool, not on Saturday, Sunday or any other day of the week, not at school or any place else, do you hear me, you…fishlips, as she grabbed the cup from his hands!!!
“Well, well, I guess it true what they say about Ginger’s and their fiery tempers, Mark said kicking a stone off her drive-way.”
“Oh, no child, you haven’t seen my temper yet, Jeanie warned, stepping towards him and raising a finger to his face.”
Mark put up his hands defensively and stepped back laughing.
“I knew that you were a lying creep the first time I laid my eyes on you, Mark Winters, but I didn’t want to believe it, I wanted to give you the chance to prove me wrong. But I was such a fool, I should have never given you my number.”
“You got off light with me just kissing you, I wanted to grab that gorgeous ass of yours too, Mark said dismissively.”
He thinks my ass is gorgeous, Jeanie thought to herself?
Then she just glared at him shaking her head, and double-timed it up her driveway, hoping that she made it to the door, before she started crying.
“I’ll call you noon, Mark reminded her, not worried about her being angry anymore.”
“I won’t be home, Jeanie yelled back; then lifted her head towards the heavens and screamed.”

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