Pong
Copyright© 2015 by Lapi
Chapter 5
Talk about culture shock. What had happened to the sweet, young, innocent 12-year old when she turned into a teen. Between that, Magda now reliving the years she missed and what could only be described as some kind of 'culture shock' I now seemed the 'adult' around the house.
There was one huge saving grace, two actually, Magda could really cook and Wendy like Pizza with pineapple on it and root beer to drink; that's more than two things, isn't it? Nevertheless adjusting to our strange new life was not that bad. The not so subtle suggestion that Wendy have a party and invite the kids at her new school not only gave me pause, but brought on visions of sex, rock and roll and a bit of mayhem mixed in, mine when I caught whoever was there in any compromising position with Wendy.
Magda, supposedly her new mother just laughed at me and reminded me that she now went to an all-girl school. I relented when faced with superior numbers; 2 vs. 1.
You should have told me that teen girls would be worse to be around than ... much worse than I could even imagine. I got no sympathy from Magda either. After just one day and night trying to mind six 13 and 14-year old girls I was ready to reconsider PS 11. The fact that their mothers were worse for a man than they were did not help. Maybe it was the house and pool. I thought. When one of their 'older', like 17, sister decided to join her sister and show off more than just her new swimsuit I think Magda started to be a bit more on my side. Then again, maybe there was something to be said for our houseguests.