Chapter 3: Intelligentsia-an Interlude

Why and How?

“They were so gauche and pretentious,” Susan complained. “We were met outside the door and made to give up any weapons or cameras.”

“I trust you only had a camera and no weapon. Did you get it back?” Angela Ritter asked her daughter. She hadn’t specifically waited up for her to get home, but when she heard her come in at midnight, she came out of her office to greet the somewhat disheveled teen. It was clear to see she’d had sex before coming home. She only hoped it wasn’t in the Cyning’s home.

“Yes, I got it back. I only wanted to get a couple of snaps to show my friends. No one will believe I was even there. I couldn’t believe that Lonnie’s friend Liam, whose birthday it was, actually argued with one of the guests until the poor man got up and left.”

“Did he seem offended?”

“Ha! No one would dare to show they were offended there. How do they rate? They aren’t even as rich as Lonnie’s family but they are far more formal and live in a bigger house. It’s nothing at all like Lonnie’s.”

“When have you seen Lonnie’s house?”

“Oh. Uh, one evening we stopped there so I could meet his parents. They were very nice.” Angela could tell she was lying. She’d met Mr. and Mrs. Porras and they were not particularly nice people. His father was a state senator and his mother managed his career. Most of their wealth had been acquired through questionable means. “Oh. Lonnie said to remember to tell you Mrs. Cyning would like to meet you.”

“Liam’s mother?”

“No, his grandmother. I don’t know why you’d want to meet that old lady.”

“Well, it seems letting my daughter fuck a boy from Elenchus might actually pay off. Regina Cyning is probably the most important woman you will ever meet. I hope you didn’t offend her so much she won’t accept my call.” She could see her daughter was ready to explode and stepped forward to wrap her in a hug. Angela had learned to recognize the signs long ago and knew that she responded far better to a physical display than a verbal reprimand. That was a difficult thing for Angela. She was known for her sharp wit and ability to verbally spar with the best of them. Her daughter relaxed in the embrace. She might be self-centered but she wasn’t stupid.

“So, why do you want to meet her?”

“Mrs. Cyning has her fingers on the pulse of America. Not the pulse in the wrist but the pulse in the neck.”

“What’s the difference?”

“If I squeeze your wrist hard enough and long enough to cut off the flow of blood, it will hurt and perhaps your hand would go numb. If I squeeze your neck hard enough to cut off the flow of blood, you will pass out. Or die.” Angela led her daughter to the sofa. It was rare that she was still able to take time with her daughter and have her listen and learn. She wasn’t a bad girl. She just needed to gain control of her impulsiveness. It had already cost her virginity. But that was what growing up was all about, she supposed. She would have preferred to save her daughter’s virginity for something more advantageous, but when she found out Lonnie went to Elenchus and roomed with Liam Cyning, she stepped aside and let her daughter make her own decision. Now if she could just keep her daughter from doing all her thinking with her sex, things might work out.

“Is she really that powerful?”

“Power is a strange thing, not always displayed in the way we think it will be. Tell me, is your vagina more powerful than Lonnie’s penis?”

“Mother, why are you being insulting about my sex? I’ll fuck whoever I want and right now I want Lonnie.”

“Cunts are cheap. Lonnie can afford any cunt he wants. He wanted one pure and virginal and got you. But no matter how wet and willing you are, if you aren’t applying more than your pelvic muscles to your relationship, you will lose him. You gave it up easily—perhaps too easily—because he was a good catch. I had the power to stop you. I chose not to. Lonnie got you into the Cyning’s sphere. That is influence. Your sex is not particularly powerful but it can be very influential if it does not become a common commodity. Opening your pussy can open a door but it does very little to keep it open. It could close just as easily.”