“Maybe I could guest conduct the Chicago Symphony. You know, for extra credit?”
Both of us laughed at that.
“You have a razor sharp mind, Jim. I think that is what makes you special. You have talent, a sharp mind, and a ruthless work ethic. Your problem is that you expect nothing less from everybody else.”
I found myself nodding and then realized that Mr. Proilet hit upon what was really bothering me.
“That’s right!”
The two of us talked for a while, and then we played duets. I felt better, so I played the electric keyboard while Mr. Proilet accompanied me on acoustic.
Mr. Proilet left around noon time. He drove me to school.
Kristen, Patty, and Sherry were surprised to see me at Lunch. “Mr. Proilet drove me in.”
They noticed that I appeared to be in a much happier mood.
“What period does June have lunch?” I asked.
Sherry and Patty answered: “Third.”
Damn! Missed her.
I remembered that I skipped lunch on Monday and walked June to her fifth period class, so I knew where she’d be.
The girls were still a bit suspicious about me, and Patty asked me some guarded questions, but by the time the class bell rang, we were once again chatting like old friends.
I found June on the way to her fifth period class. “June! I need to talk with you.”
“What’s up? I heard that you had kind of a nervous breakdown.”
“Exaggeration,” I said, laughing. “You know the rumor mill.”
June laughed. “Did you hear what Archy did to Reggie yesterday?”
“I heard. Listen, I have something serious to tell you.”
“Sure.”
“Your mother knows about tonight.”
“Huh?”
“I’m ready for her, so trust me. I’ll find Archy and let him know, just in case.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to do what I should have done yesterday. I’m going to grab the bull by the horns.”
In the locker room, people were surprised to see me. I remembered each and every asshole that said something nasty to me and I gave them each a cold look. I noticed that Reggie Woods avoided direct eye contact with me.
It was a tense gym class, but nothing was said, nor was anything implied. The tenseness got less as the class drew on and it was obvious that nothing was going to happen.
I found Archy in the hallway, and explained to him about June’s mother. We talked for about five minutes in the hallway, well into the next period. He gave me a pretty good idea of what to expect with June’s mother, who was very much as I expected her to be, having a mother myself. One of the things that I saw in June was that similarity of our mothers, even though I never met June’s mother in person before.
After school, Kristen drove me home.
June arrived about five thirty. She arrived with Archy, but only June entered the apartment. A few minutes later, she was nude and sitting on a love seat next to me.
Lynette arrived about ten minutes later, surprising Kristen. I suggested it might be a good thing for the two of them to spend some “quality time” together. When and if June’s mother came around, I didn’t want the eighteen year old girls to be around.
Before the girls could leave, the intercom sounded. “I have a Mrs. Rodgers here to talk to Kristen and Jim about her daughter, June.”
“Wait thirty seconds, Wally, and then raise the gate,” I said.
“Will do.”
“Kris, Lynette… get downstairs into the practice room. Lynette, did you bring your car?”
“Yes, Mr. Big.”
June snickered at my nickname despite her nervousness.
“Do you have your clothes in it?”
“Yes, Mr. Big.”
“The two of you should leave after Mrs. Rodgers arrives. You can get dressed when you leave the property. Go somewhere for a couple of hours. End up at Vaughn’s, where I’ll call you guys.”
“Are you sure?” Kristen asked me.
“I’m very sure.”
“All right.”
The two girls departed, and I went downstairs to the parking lot and watched June’s mother park her car.
“Is this the orgy place?” Mrs. Rodgers asked.
“Let’s be civil, Mrs. Rodgers. I’ve been expecting you.”
The black lady sniffed, thinking that I was showing a false bravado.
I was perfectly relaxed. “Let’s go upstairs. June is upstairs.”
“You mean, your Cum Whore.”
“I believe she calls herself Cunt Whore,” I corrected.
Mrs. Rodgers was taken aback by my forthrightness, but caught herself. “Whatever.”
I led Mrs. Rodgers upstairs, and I saw the outside door open as Kristen and Lynette ran out.
Mrs. Rodgers saw June, completely naked, sitting on our love seat. She gasped.
“Mrs. Rodgers, I’m sure you know your daughter.”
Mrs. Rodgers glared at me. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, but…”
“It’s not a game, Mrs. Rodgers.”
“June, I want you to get your clothes and…”
“I can’t.”
“Excuse me?” the mother asked.
“Archy has my clothes, and he won’t pick me up until midnight. I have been ordered to sit here, and my Master hasn’t given me any other order, so I cannot get up.”
“Archy is in on this?”
“Sit down, Mrs. Rodgers,” I said in a firm, commanding voice.
Without thinking, June’s mother did as I directed. I smiled and took my place on the love seat next to June.
“Archy Jonas indeed knows about June and me,” I said. “Archy and June have also given me June’s virginity. I can take it right now, or I can let her keep it. It’s my choice, and nobody else’s. Not yours, not Archy’s, and not June’s.”
“You can’t be serious…”
I turned to June and glanced down at her crotch. June heard my unspoken command and spread her legs, a bit shy due to the fact that her mother was in the room. I continued to stare, and she finally opened them wide enough to give a nice show.
“Lovely,” I said, and I put my right hand on June’s pussy.
“Stop that right now!” Mrs. Rodgers demanded.
“You are an uninvited guest in my house, Mrs. Rodgers. You do not give orders here.” I turned to June and said in a stage whisper, “Just a little wider… there, that’s it.”
“I won’t have you…”
“What you want isn’t the point, Mrs. Rodgers!”
Kristen and Patty gave me most of the information I needed, but I spent a lot of time thinking about what I would say. I remembered Patty’s advice when Ms. Taylor confronted me in the front office to not allow people to bully me and to stand up for what I believed. Even so, I needed to make my point, and I didn’t want to sound crude except where I needed to.
I slowly said, “You will not allow your daughter to enjoy the feeling of a man’s fingers? Why not? Is she too young? How old were you when a boy did this to you?”
Archy also gave me some information on Mrs. Rodgers during our brief conversation in the hallway. She married at seventeen, and June was born only seven months later. Her husband left her a few months after June was born. She worked two jobs because her husband didn’t pay his alimony or the child support. She was not a paragon of virtue by any means.
“That is none of your business!”
“If that is the case,” I said, continuing to rub June, “then this is none of yours.”
“She’s my daughter!”