Monday Afternoon/Evening: Part 2

Allison

Allison stepped off the bus, dreading the millions of questions her mother would likely have. She walked up to the door, opening it slowly. She quietly walked inside, hoping her mother wouldn’t hear the noise, and then maybe she’d have enough time to make it up to her room without being seen. That would make avoiding the questions a lot easier.

She realized that plan was meaningless when she spotted her mother sitting at the dining room table. “Allison honey ... how was your first day in the Program?” Allison heard.

She knew ... and she didn’t warn me Allison thought, feeling anger rise up in her. As this feeling arose, she was surprised to not hear a response from Emanuel. She felt the desire to retreat start up, but before she could run into her place heard, “You knew, and yet you did not warn me. How dare you not warn me about something like this. I could have a least been a little prepared if you had said something,” emerge from her mouth, seething with anger. Allison felt some of the anger drain. Suddenly she realized what she had just said, and added, “I have some homework to do...” the nervousness thick in her voice.

Just as she turned around she heard her mother breathe for a moment, and say sternly, “Homework can wait. Young lady, you will sit down right now, and you will listen to me.” Allison quietly sat down. “How can you think I didn’t try to warn you? What do you think I was trying to tell you this morning before you left? But, instead of at least letting me speak, you just glared and walked out,” she continued, her voice much softer now. “Do you have any other questions?” she asked.

Allison thought for a moment, then asked, “Why didn’t you put me on the ‘do not select list’?”

“Because I felt and still feel that the Program will help you to overcome your shyness and escapism.”

Allison sighed, interjecting “It’s called Dissociation mom. At least, that’s what Ms. Luden says it’s called.” Allison could even hear the scorn in her voice as she said the woman’s name.

“You don’t like her much, do you honey?” her mom asked. Allison sighed and nodded her head in agreement. “You honestly can’t tell me nothing good happened,” she added.

Allison smiled as she responded, “I did meet a boy today,” Allison laughed at the look of worry that crossed her mother’s face.

“And were you planning on bring this boy around soon? I need to make sure he’s good for my little girl,” she said.

“Before you worry too much mom, not only does he get good grades, but he’s the kindest boy I’ve ever met. But if you must meet him, I suppose he could come here sometime,” Allison said.

“I insist. If you wish to continue seeing him, I must meet him,” her mom replied.

“Can he come over tonight?”

“As long as wherever you go, you’re back by ten. I don’t want your grades to suffer because of a crush,” she responded. Allison smiled, jumped up, hugged her mom tightly, and ran off.

She quickly located the phone, and hastily dialed Emanuel’s number. “Emanuel ... mom said yes. Can we go somewhere tonight?” She could hear him thinking over the phone.

“Sure, do you have any ideas where?” he asked.

“How about coffee at Sullivan’s on main? I’ve heard they make a delicious cheese cake.”

He responded, “Sure. 6:30 okay? I have some homework to do first.”

“That sounds good. Oh, one more thing, mom demands to meet you first, so if you could come here around 5:45 that would be great. Her questions shouldn’t last more than about a half hour,” she responded.

She could hear him gulp nervously, but he responded with a, “Sure thing.” “Anyway, I need to get on my homework then. You should do the same sweetie,” he added.

Before he hung up, she quickly added, “You don’t have my address though. Number fifteen, Ralph street. Do you know where that is?”

“Got it. My best friend lives at number twenty,” he replied.

He hung up the phone. She thought for a moment about the family that lived at number twenty. She realized that was the Foster family. She remembered that they only had one child – a daughter named Kara, who used to love torturing her when they were both younger. How can he be friends with that bitch? she wondered.

“So, when is he coming by?” Allison heard her mother shout before she could think about Kara anymore. She sighed and walked downstairs, back into the kitchen.

“He’ll be here 5:45 to answer your multiple questions, and we are going to Sullivan’s at 6:15” Allison answered. She watched the smile leap onto her mother’s face. “If you don’t mind though, I have homework to do before then,” she added, picking up her bag and heading towards the stairs.

“Dinner’s at five, just so you know.”

She nodded her head in acknowledgment and continued up to her room.

Time passed quickly, and before Allison knew it, her sister was back from volleyball practice, and her homework was done. She looked in her closet and bit her lip, nervous about what to wear. She would have to borrow from her sister for tonight, and see if her mother wouldn’t mind taking her shopping the next day. She heard Sarah enter her room and turn the music on. It’s now or never she thought.

She gathered up her courage and knocked on her sister’s door. “Sis? I have a favor to ask of you.”

Sarah opened the door a crack, peeking through. “What is it Allison? What could you possibly need from little old me?” she asked sarcastically.

“I have a date tonight and I need to borrow something ... flattering for it. Could you help me maybe?” Allison responded. She was almost surprised by the sheer look of shock on her sister’s face.

“Wait ... you want my help to show off your body?” she looked around. “Who are you and what have you done to my sister?” she added.

Allison smiled nervously and replied, “Sarah, the Program happened to me. I met a real gentleman, and I want to look good for him.”

Sarah stared at her for a second. “Very well then, come in. When is he picking you up?”

Allison responded “5:45, but we leave at 6:15. The time gap is so mom can talk to him.”

Sarah looked at her again. “And you need my help why? He’s not going to want to go out with you after mom gets done with him. No boy is that brave.”

Allison smiled and responded, “I know he will ... I warned him in advance about the questioning.”

“That gives us an hour now, and the half hour question period. We need to start now if you want this job done right.”

Allison lost track of time again, as outfit after outfit was taken out, tried on, taken off, modified. Finally, what seemed like hours later, she had the perfect outfit. “I didn’t know you had such a figure under there sis. I hope this guy likes you for more than your body.”

Next Allison watched as Sarah put some light makeup on her. I sure hope Emanuel likes this she thought.

No matter what you wear, you will still be beautiful to me precious she heard him reply back weakly, blushing as he did.

“And what did you just imagine sis? How his penis looks?” Sarah said.

“No, I know how it looks” Allison responded. “In fact, I even touched it” she added. She could see Sarah’s face drop.

“You ... what ... saw ... how?”

Allison responded very calmly “He’s in the Program too. You might know him.”

“Maybe. What’s his name?”

“Emanuel Lopez.”

She smiled as the shock registered on Sarah’s face. “How did you get Him? He’s the greatest guy in all the school. Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your place?”

Allison smiled, thinking, Did you know that fact Manny? That girls would kill to be with you.

She heard him respond, If you can call me Manny, I want to be able to call you Ally.

Ally is fine she replied. She noticed that the responses took longer to arrive, and they were a little hard to understand.

Allison let her mind focus on Emanuel as Sarah completely redid the makeup. So, what do you say about those crazy girls? she asked him.

I wouldn’t date them if the President asked me to. They just want me as a trophy, or because of the rumors that my baseball ‘buddies’ sometimes spread. You like me for who I am. And that’s why I only want my Ally.

She blushed again, and heard Sarah swear loudly, “Stop thinking about him!”

Just as Sarah finished Allison heard her mom yell “Dinner!!! Girls get your tushies down here now!!!”

Dinner passed quickly – Allison’s mind was on Emanuel the entire time. She stayed downstairs though after the table was cleaned off, knowing she had only five minutes to wait until he was due to arrive. What felt like a lifetime later, the doorbell finally rang.

“I’ll get it!” yelled Allison excitedly, jumping up and quickly running to the door. She opened it to a smiling Emanuel and hugged him tightly. She stepped back a moment later and stared at his outfit – a pair of khaki pants, a button down shirt and nice shoes. Mom might go easy on him she thought. “Manny, are you ready?” she asked.

“Yes, take me to your mother,” he responded.

As if on cue, her mom stepped right to the door. “So you must be the boy who thinks he can take my little girl somewhere. Sit down in the living room – I have a few questions for you.” Allison could hear Emanuel gulp nervously, but was surprised that he somehow didn’t show any other signs. “And you young lady, go up to your room for now – I want to talk to him alone.”

“Yes mom,” Allison said as she made her way to the room.

Emanuel

That’s it? I was expecting more of a barrage than that.

Emanuel looked up a few minutes later, just in time to catch Allison coming back down the stairs. His eyes almost fell out of his skull as he saw what she was wearing. Her shirt had a low enough cut that her breasts were accentuated, but at the same time were still fully covered. Her skirt was knee length, long enough to not be slutty, but short enough that her legs still showed. He could also make out very light make up. He smiled at her, thinking, You know your mom’s not so bad.