Chapter 1

Gertrude McGillicuddy was one of those seldom really seen early married mothers with teenaged children living the lives she had missed with deep regret. She was only seventeen when she had her precious Candy on the back seat of the old jalopy. It was almost on the exact same spot where her first child was conceived. Now Candy “Mac” was seventeen as well, but she had the common sense to carry her own condoms with her everywhere she went just in case an opportunity arose that was too good to pass up. Candy liked being called “Candy Mac” because she was dreadfully ashamed of her family name that sounded so horribly Irish in a school where such people were considered second class citizens. Besides, they were proper Church of England Irish and the young cheerleader figured that should stand for something in the confused world around her.

Young Candy was pampered and spoiled by both her doting father and mother and she often hid her offensive parents from her friends for fear of being ridiculed for their old fashioned thinking. Her father was far too dense to suspect the depths of his standing in his modern-thinking daughter’s estimation. In all honesty, he would not believe it because he knew she was the most perfect thing to ever walk God’s green earth with the confidant strides of a liberated woman. He had absolutely no idea of the impressive amounts of used condoms discarded by his daughter on a regular basis. They were all supplied at no cost by the forward-thinking progressive union of concerned parents that took pride in the demand for the silly little things by almost every female of a nubile age in the local schoolhouse. Her mother “Gertie” was quite sharp about such matters due to her own mistakes, but she would never disclose her daughter’s active lifestyle to her husband for fear of receiving the hard end of his belt on her squirming backside as well.

The generally contented, yet unhappy, thirty-four year old mom was cleaning the closets in mid-October when she noticed an older version of her daughter’s cheerleading costume sitting on the floor in the corner discarded in favor of the new school colors with lots of pink and red. The old green and white thing looked so forlorn sitting there that Gertie scooped it up and hid it in her bottom drawer underneath her plain white knickers with boringly functional blandness that inspired only a passing glance by her disinterested husband.

Sometimes, when her husband was off to work and her children were safely in school, Gertie would strip naked in front of the full-length mirror and critically look at her nudity with appreciation of the fact she looked almost the same age as her own young seventeen year old daughter. She slowly slipped on the silky knickers of the costume all glowing green and trimmed with white lace fringes. She could see the camel’s toe of her carefully shaven slit promising paradise to imagined young lads of unknown origin. The flouncy pleated skirt and the boob-enhancing top completed the ensemble and she bounced up and down on the marital bed watching the skirt pop up and show off her long slender legs to a delicious angle and with a youthful energy she seemed to draw from the sexy design. Eventually, the silk knickers became buried in her heated crack and her pretty cheeks were fully revealed to one and all. At least, worthy of a covert peek to those that had any interest in such things when push came to shove.

A heavy knock on the door disturbed her excitement and she rushed downstairs to answer the door completely forgetting the inappropriate wearing of a teenager’s cheerleading costume in the middle of the day. The door was wide open revealing the middle-aged assistant principal Jonas Fluffworthy in his professional three-piece suit and an official clipboard of the type that made poor Gertie shiver in fear of being subjected to discipline for misbehavior.

“Are you Mrs. McGillicuddy, the mother of Candy McGillicuddy registered in the senior class at Central High School?”

Gertie was momentarily confused hoping that the school official didn’t remember her from her own schooldays and the way he had joyfully administered her discipline for many shameful transgressions of childish imperfection. She remembered how much he had taken pleasure in pulling down her bottoms just to make her blush with embarrassment at the exposure of her naked flanks in front of the student body.

She answered with a less than firm,

“Yes, sir, I am her mother. Has she done anything wrong? I hope everything is all right. She is a good girl and does all her homework right on time and is never late for school.”

The academic administrator had seen it all and met all kinds of parents. He had to admit this was one of youngest parents he had ever counseled. In fact, she almost looked like one of his students and she was wearing one of the old cheerleader costumes that went out of circulation a full two years prior. He wondered why the demure and shy-looking housewife was wearing the skimpy outfit on a day when she should be shopping or cleaning the house like any good little spouse.

“I regret to inform you, Mrs. McGillicuddy that your daughter has been running with a very loose crowd this past year and she has been going through a tremendous amount of condoms these past few months. I certainly have nothing but respect for a young lady that uses proper precautions in such matters, but I fear her promiscuous attitude will impact her ability to prepare for higher learning or to plan for the bliss of married life.”