Just a Touch of Voodoo
Copyright© 2025 by Flavorfulcorpse
Chapter 8
Being woken up at a quarter to five in the morning sucks. How I got woken up, however, did not; Rose woke me up with her lips wrapped around my cock. I guess in a way it did suck, but in a good way; she made quick work of me too. “Go wake the girls,” she told me and kissed my cheek, so I put on my workout clothes and went down the hall to wake the girls.
When I opened the girls’ bedroom door, I had to stifle my laughter. They were all asleep on the floor with the pups sleeping on their heads. I left to get my phone so I could get a picture, but by the time I got back, the pups were sitting at the girls’ feet, waiting for me. I took the picture, and it looked like two small Anubis guarding them. “Wake them up,” I told Aida and Brigitte, and started recording.
The slobbery kisses the pups gave were enough to wake Sonja, Niks, and Pris up. Lorelei, however, didn’t wake up, but Aida, sitting on her head, woke her up. “Get your butt off my face!” She said, with a slightly muffled voice, pushing Aida off her. The room erupted in laughter; “Not funny!” gruffed Lorelei, and that made us laugh even harder.
“Get ready for our workout,” I told them.
“What? At five in the morning?” asked Lorelei.
“Yeppers,” I said and walked out of the room.
Thomas was sitting at the kitchen island drinking a cup of coffee when I got downstairs; “What was all that racket about?” He asked, so I showed him. There were tears in his eyes because he was laughing so hard, and as if on cue, the ladies walked in. I don’t know how many hoodies I have, but it’s apparently enough for each of the ladies to wear one, including Lorelei, yet Rose was the only one that the hoodie fit, somewhat.
“So, can I call you butthead now?” Thomas asked Lorelei as she gave him a hug, receiving a kiss from him on her forehead.
“What?” She asked, then turned to look at me. “You told him?”
“No, I showed him!” I told her and played the video for her and those who didn’t know, either.
While we were taking our pre-workout, Thomas asked, “Why are you all up so early?”
Rose answered, “To do our morning workout.”
“Can I join? It’s been a while since I had a good workout,” a doomed Thomas asked.
“Sure, you can join us,” Rose answered with a gleam in her eyes.
He was made a pre-workout drink by Rose, and as he drank it down, it sealed his fate; little did he know what kind of pain awaited him.
With the pups fed, we went to the gym and worked out. “Y’all do this every morning?” Thomas asked, looking like he was about to die.
“This is just our second day,” I told him. I looked over at Lorelei, and she looked only slightly better.
Today was medicine ball, jump rope, and isometric training for us, as Thomas and Lorelei had their baselines taken; I hurt in places I didn’t know could hurt when we were done working out.
“Is Rose always that tough?” Thomas asked as I helped him off the floor where he was lying.
“So far, but I think she is taking it easy on us,” I told him.
I laughed when he said, “I’m too old for this shit!”
With our showers done and dressed in our school uniforms, red polo shirts with our first and last names on them, black pants and shoes, we met up in the kitchen, where we got a Rose-approved snack.
“Do you want to join us for our after-school work out?” Rose asked Thomas.
“You work out again?” He asked.
“Yes,” Rose told him.
“Come on, G-pop!” said Lorelei.
“I guess I could,” he said hesitantly.
With that, we were out the door, taking the Jeeps, because it was still raining. The girls rode together, and I knew Pure, or Pur, would give Thomas a ride home. On the way to school, I called Pure; “I forgot to ask about the pups,” I told her when she answered.
“We’re taking them as soon as the vet opens,” she told me.
“And the garage?” I asked.
“We’ll have the plans in a few days,” she told me.
“Love you,” I told her.
“Love you too,” she replied.
We hung up, and I drove in silence to school, realizing I had never told her I loved her like that, and it was so easy. I, again, was relegated to bag duty. Pris was recognized by one girl who had bullied her for the last three years. “Pris?” The girl asked, not believing her eyes.
“Yes?”
“What happened to you?” The girl asked, still in shock.
Pris walked over to me and kissed me. “He did,” Pris said when she broke the kiss.
It was funny to see all the emotions cross the girl’s face, especially when we walked away without another word to her. I gave Lorelei and the others their bags, and we went to our lockers. My locker is a BITCH! Pris had to open it for me again! Mrs. Cook gave me another test, while everyone else worked from their books, which caused Pris to smirk at me the whole time.
I had to stand up at Mrs. Cook’s desk as she graded my test, and when the bell rang, Mrs. Cook asked me to stay.
“Why are you in my class?”
“I needed AP Calculus.”
“I gave you three questions from the first semester test and three from the last semester test, the hardest questions. You got them all correct, so I ask you again, why are you in my class?”
“I need...”
“AP Calculus,” she finished what I was going to say.
“I do, need it!” I told her.
“Get to your next class,” she told me; her demeanor had me worried a little.
Jennifer was at her desk when I got to Mr. Hands’ class. My mind was all over the place about calculus, and before I knew it, it was lunchtime. The girls hadn’t asked me any questions yet, but that changed as soon as we sat down to eat: “Tell us, what happened in Calculus?” Asked Pris.
“She asked me why I was in her class.”
“Why?” They all asked at the same time.
“She gave me the six hardest questions from the first and second semester tests, three from the first semester and three from the second semester,” I told them.
“And?” Sonja asked.
“I got them all correct.”
“Uh oh,” Pris said.
“What?” I asked.
“She’s the hardest math teacher in school,” Pris replied.
“Pris!”
“If those are the questions I’m thinking of, they’re the ones she puts in one of six tests that she gives, so no one can get a hundred on the test.”
“She has six different tests?” Niks asked.
“Yes, so no one can cheat.”
“What’d you do?” Niks asked me, like I just killed somebody.
“Took a test.”
“No, you’ve upset the natural order of things,” Pris said, going pale.
Mrs. Cook walked into the lunchroom and made eye contact with me, and the lunchroom went quiet, like a predator in the woods quiet. She walked over to me and handed me a piece of paper, and on that piece of paper was a calculus problem. I looked at the problem for a minute; Mrs. Cook had a smile on her face like she had just given me a problem I couldn’t solve, but then her smile faded when I gave her the correct answer.
Her smile was replaced by a scowl; “Augh,” she screamed and stomped her foot. The lunchroom seemed to grow cold as she walked away from us; “You just had to, didn’t you?” Pris asked me.
“Numbers are my friends,” I told her.
“Well, we’ll see tomorrow,” she told me with a glum look on her face.
“Well, shit,” I thought to myself and finished my lunch.
The lunchroom stayed eerily quiet until the bell rang, disrupting the silence. When we met up with Lorelei, she asked, “Who died?” Fingers were pointed at me in an instant. “What’d he do?” She asked, now looking at me with worry on her face.
She reached out to take my hand, and the static shock was loud enough to be heard. “You need to stop shocking me!” Lorelei said as she pulled me down to kiss my cheek.
“You shocked me!” I told her, and that broke the sour mood.
Karate practice was different today, as Lorelei taught the class while the teacher assisted her. I was bored, so I grabbed a basketball and shot hoops. I took off my shirt so it wouldn’t get all sweaty, and that caught the eye of the cheer coach. “Come with me,” she said when she got to me.
“Ummmm, no!”
“I’m the cheer coach, and I need you to come with me.”
“You don’t look like a cheer coach,” I told her. She didn’t look like a cheer coach; she was overweight, looked like she had her lick-her license, and chewed rugs. Not that I have anything against that; living in a house full of women who have been with each other, and with everything as it was, she looked like a man, except for her voice.
I slowly backed away from the lady, not taking my eyes off her. I froze and jumped when a hand touched my back. “Why so jumpy?” Pris’s voice came from behind me.
“That lady wants me to go with her.”
“Why does Coach want you to go with her?”
“Don’t know, didn’t ask,” I told her.
“Why do you think she was trying to kidnap and molest you?” She said, giggling.
“I don’t know, maybe.”
“Coach is harmless.”
“Pris, is that you?” The coach called out.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Now I felt bad, as the coach looked at Pris like she was her granddaughter, not something else. I was going to have to apologize for what I thought about her; “I’m sorry, I had some negative thoughts about you, and I needed to say that.” I told her.
She laughed at that. “You thought I was gay, didn’t you?” She asked me.
“Yes, Ma’am, I did.”
“Well, I’m not. Been married to the same man for thirty years.”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions,” I told her, feeling lower than an ant’s pecker.
“Apology accepted,” she said, sticking her hand out to me.
I shook her hand and asked, “What is it you need me for?”
“Come with me and I’ll show you.”
Pris goosed me, making me jump again, and then pushed me to go with the coach. “What’s your name, coach?” I asked as politely as I could.
“Beulah Ballbricker,” she told me.
The screech of my shoes made her laugh an evil laugh; “Lola Presly,” she told me when she caught her breath, “had to get you back, you know,” she said and started walking again. She led me to the performing arts building where two other teachers were.
“Lola, whatcha got?” the male teacher asked.
“I’ve got our new school mascot.”
“You do?” I asked, taken aback by her statement.
“He certainly looks the part,” the female teacher said, walking up to me.
It was at this moment that I realized I hadn’t put my shirt back on.
“How tall are you?”
“How much do you weigh?”
“What’s your shoe size?”
“What’s your waist size?”
I was asked in a rapid-fire manner by one teacher, then the other.
“Six-eight, two-fifty, sixteen, thirty-four. Why?”
I didn’t get an answer, as the two were off like lightning and were gone for a few minutes. When they came back, the lady had a red cape and a black leather diaper-looking thing. The man had black shoes that looked like they had baseball shin guards that were painted black on them and some black plastic arm guard bracers.
“What’s this?” I asked them.
“Your mascot uniform,” the female teacher told me.
They handed me the stuff, and the male teacher showed me where I could change. I hadn’t agreed to this, and they were acting like I was it. I changed, of course, and when I walked out, the peanut gallery had shown up. Catcalls and other things like, “Oooo, lah, lah,” or, “Woo hoo,” and “Who’s got the dollar bills?” Naturally, all of it was from my girls.
“Can you get a spray tan by tomorrow?” the female teacher asked.
“He’ll have it done, Mrs. Pickett,” Pris called out.
“I will?” I asked.
“Yes, you will!” They said in unison.
The male teacher put a Spartan metal helmet on my head and said, “That should do it!”
“Where’s the shield?” I asked only in jest.
I should have kept my mouth shut, because the male teacher, Mr. Louden, ran off. Shortly thereafter, he came back with a sure-enough Spartan shield, plastic, but it would do the job. I was wrong, because when he handed the shield to me, it was metal and heavier than I thought it would be. “In for a penny,” I thought. “Dory?” I asked.
“All in then?” Mrs. Pickett asked.
“Might as well,” I told her.
She went off for several minutes, and when she came back, she had one about seven feet tall and made of wood; everything else on it was plastic. Sonja and Pris started laughing. “Guess that guy calling you a Spartan and us calling you Leonidas at the beach was foreshadowing, huh?” Pris asked me. The story was told of that day and got many laughs, but from me there were no laughs.
And, by the way, if you haven’t figured out the school mascot, it’s a Spartan.
The girls wanted me to keep the mascot garb on and were getting testy with one another over who was going to ride with me, so I whistled to get their attention. It worked because they stopped what they were doing and looked at me. “Cut that shit out! I’m going home the way I came to school, alone. No more of the bickering either, got me?”
“Yes,” they all looked like their dog had just died, so I gave them each a kiss; Lorelei’s kiss was on the cheek, with a shock, which made her pout, so I kissed her on the lips and got yet another shock as our lips got close.
I felt stupid because the dory would only fit in the back of the Jeep diagonally; the shield took up the whole front seat, so I put the helmet behind the shield. The girls beat me home, and I had an audience waiting for me when I walked in. It was almost frightening the way I was being looked at, almost. The looks said I was going to be rode hard and put up wet.
“Damn, son, I think I got moist!” Thomas said, making everyone burst out laughing.
The pups meandered in and flopped down on their sides at my feet. “Rough day?” I asked them, rubbing their bellies.
“Don’t let them fool you; they were just roughhousing with each other just before you got home,” Meadow told me.
The pups jumped up and started licking my face. It was almost as if they understood what Meadow had said; if that was the case, it was going to make it easier to train them. You know, love the family, kids, and eating who we told them to eat, those sorts of things. I stood up, and Brigitte took my right side, while Aida took my left.
I was curious now, so I walked a couple of steps and stopped, and the pups stopped with me, making eye contact with me. I walked a couple more steps and stopped again, and again the pups stopped and made eye contact. Their food was placed on the floor, and they didn’t move; instead, they just kept eye contact with me. “Eat!” I told them, and they were off in a flash to their food bowls.