Jean had been maudlin; it turned out that Rick had told her about the Goth girl, and she was counting the days until Toby found some bright young thing to replace her. But Jean might as well be seventeen herself, in so many ways … Who cared? Toby had enough problems without adding young chicks to his calendar. The only thing he could hope was that Lon and Rick would show a little sense or their women would add value to the group — and neither of those items was a sure bet…
Monday morning, the women met for a long-delayed post-mortem on the party. Jean wasn’t working that day, and Beth was coming off-shift; Candace had little to do, as usual. Out of some consideration for Beth’s situation (and the fact that she arrived first) Candace didn’t make Beth chase around after food, drink, and waiters. Candace got right down to business, "So, how do you think it went?"
"Fine, I think," Jean shrugged. "Damian probably thinks I’m a flake, but…"
Candace scuttled the idea of seconding the motion and turned to Beth. "How about you, Hon? You saw the boys again yesterday and their mama last night…"
"I had a really nice time — both times!" Beth replied. "The boys are pretty well-behaved and they certainly enjoy their sex … Louise is kind of waiting to see if she’s going to be in any demand."
"Does she want to be?" Jean asked.
"Oh, yeah," Beth nodded.
"I guess I have the only negative report," Candace sighed. "Damian…"
" … Didn’t hurt you, from what I heard," Jean interjected. "If I have to play fair, you should, too…"
"I don’t like being run!" Candace retorted. Beth just looked at her; Jean picked up the expression and giggled. "Shut up!" Candace ranted. Beth spread her hands, but her expression didn’t change. "You two can give young Damian everything he needs…
"Maybe…" Jean’s eyes were hooded and she was smirking.
"Nice!" Candace complained. "Wait until he treats YOU like his white slut and see if YOU like it!" Beth just shrugged; Damian hadn’t hurt HER any — and he’d treated Jean pretty gently. But Candace brought out the dominant streak in some guys — maybe it was her high and mighty attitude…
"Louise might have to wait," Jean interjected. "Rick suddenly latched onto this young thing. They’re not having sex, but…"
Beth blinked. "Really? That sounds…"
"Dangerous." Jean nodded. "But it’s like he said, he can’t take one of us to the Prom…"
"Must be girl week," Candace grunted. "Lon apparently tripped some young thing…" Her eyes swept to Beth, "and she’s reportedly big…"
Beth’s eyes popped. "Really?"
"Really." Candace shook her head. "I have a feeling things are going to get quiet, real quick…"
"Yeah," Jean was looking at the floor.
"Toby doesn’t seem to be affected," Beth argued.
"For how long?" Jean retorted.
Candace snorted. "Of the three of us, YOU are the one that probably COULD go to the Prom…"
"Yeah, right…" Jean rolled her eyes. "But Toby DID go to some lengths last night…"
"See?" Candace grinned. "Louise and I are the only ones coming up short — and Terence is coming to see ME this afternoon…"
"You’ll enjoy it," Beth predicted. "He’s really a nice boy."
"I’ll have to keep things quiet," Candace chuckled. "Lon is having his new girl over to swim. I gather that he figures she’ll be trainable; if things go his way, he’ll be bringing her to you for deep-throat lessons — OUTSIDE the group, of course…"
Beth shook her head — when did she become the Advanced Cock-Sucking teacher? "This is scary!"
"I agree," Candace nodded, "but they are all painfully aware of the consequences … With any luck, the whole thing will either go away, or modify itself in some odd but stable manner…"
"God, I hope so!" Jean declared.
Toby kissed his mother on the cheek as she came through the door. "Hi, Ma, how was your shift?"
"Oh, fine, fine…" Beth was bothered by the young girlfriend situation, and was trying to figure out how to air it.
"And Terence and Damian? How were they?"
"I had a lovely time!" Beth replied, then frowned. "It’s a good thing, too, since Rick and Lon have found other pursuits…"
"Oh, yeah — that!" Toby grunted. "Idiots!"
"How bad is this, do you think?" Beth asked.
"Well, Rick’s choice is a real strange duck — but that’s probably good because if she came out with some wild tale, everyone would discount it," Toby theorized. "Lon’s … Lon picked this big, shy chick — he thinks he’s gonna train her to be a slut, or something. He figures that she’ll be more … accommodating than some flashy girl — more willing to take his shit and be there for him…"
Beth nodded. "He may be right…"
"I hope so, because if he gets too loose with his mouth … Sally isn’t stupid, she’s just big. Hell, she might be smarter than Lon…" Toby sighed.
"Well, us big girls tend to be grateful for what we can get — and Lon is a catch…" Beth mused.
"If you say so." Toby moved on to his other subject of interest, "Say, Ma, do you know what Louise’s schedule is?"
Beth raised her eyebrows. "I think she sleeps after her shift — especially if Fred isn’t home. Why?"
"I thought I might pay her a visit."
"She might like that!" Beth dimpled. "I’d give her a call before she goes to sleep…"
"What about her husband?" Toby asked.
"If a man answers, ask for one of the boys…"
"Hullo?"
"Hey, Terence, it’s Toby. Is your Mama around?"
"Well, yeah, but she’s gettin' ready to crash…"
"Hey, no problem, I just wanted to ask, not come over…"
"Cool. Mama! Phone!" Terence roared.
Louise picked up, "Hello?"
"Hi, Louise — it’s Toby."
"Hi, Baby. How are you?"
"Fine. Hey, I know you’re getting ready for bed, but I thought maybe later…" Toby began.
"Did Beth put you up to this?" Louise interrupted. "You don’t, if you don’t want to — I’ll understand…"
"No, no, it was my idea; I thought maybe we could get in a talk about things and maybe a little fun…"
"Sure, Baby. How is two? We’d have to be done before five, or Fred could get to be a problem…"
"Hey, cool. I’ll see you then."
"Okay, Baby! Bye!" Louise was smiling when she looked up.
Terence was grinning. "Toby gonna come over and even the score for his mama?"
"It sure looks like it…"
"Cool." Terence nodded. "I’ll hang out and keep lookout for Pa; Damian has a date."
"Oh? With who?"
"Candace."
"Boy…" Louise eyed her eldest son askance.
Terence shrugged. "Damian swears that she’s just bitching to hear her mouth flap…"
Louise grimaced. "He could be right — and he could be dead wrong! You make sure he knows to come home if she gets cranky…"
"Okay, Mama. I’ll tell him you said watch it. I’m gonna go with him, and if things look bad…"
"All right, Boy. I’m going to bed — I want to be in good shape for Toby…"
"Night, Mama."