Chapter 107: Chloe in the Parking Lot

Sunday, April 24, 2005 (Continued)

Julia got everyone's attention, then, "Sorry that took so long. Laila dug herself into a hole then tried to get out by digging it deeper. She's going to be fired as Liaison unless she finds her way out by Tuesday night." There were expressions of shock from all around the table (well not from Robert or Donna, but you get the idea). Laila didn't look shocked, being too busy looking unhappy.

#3: <Julia's not very subtle, is she?>

#4: <Can I point out two somethings considerably more noteworthy?>

#3: <Sure, what?>

#4: <Savannah seems to have somehow lost her bra.>

All four minds, both eyeballs, and my head turned to face this interesting new development. The development's owner saw our attention, smiled at us, and stuck out her chest to show it off. Savannah was wearing tight jeans and a tight, bright yellow T-shirt. She'd definitely been wearing a bra last time I'd looked at her, when she'd asked to go to the bathroom...

#4: <Ah ha! Savannah asked to go to the restroom immediately after Julia talked about Linda dressing sexy and surviving the elimination process. She removed her bra there.>

#2: <How come no one else has done something similar? Remember the meeting when we chose the Liaisons? They got into a reversed arms race.>

#4: <(a) I'm hardly likely to EVER forget that meeting. If I ever lose interest in remembering that, someone please shoot me. (b) Savannah had her arms crossed when we were walking back to the table after Julia demolished Laila. I bet she kept her uncovered state covered by her arms until we were looking. See how the other girls have noticed where we're looking and aren't pleased. Savannah stole a march on them.>

#1: <What does "stole a march" mean?>

#3: <I'm not sure, but I think it dates back to ancient warfare days, when armies marched around trying to find an advantageous battlefield to fight on. On a hill, or whatever. "Stealing a march" meant they marched unexpectedly, to put themselves in a better position than the enemy army expected.>

#1: <Well, other than the "ancient", "warfare", "armies", "marching", "battlefield", "hill" and "fighting", you've otherwise hit the nail on the head.>

#3: <Thanks. I busted a gut pulling that explanation out of the hat.>

#4: <Can we please go back to talking about Savannah's tits?>

#2: <Julia obviously wants all the girls to dress sexy, as do we, so let's reinforce Julia's lesson?>

#1, #3, #4: <Agreed.>

"Excuse me, Julia." When Julia paused, I continued. "Savannah. Let me be the first to congratulate you..."

#3: <Yeah right, as if the other girls were going to "congratulate" her! Haha.>

" ... You're right that I do like looking at sexy girls, and you are sexier that way, so thank you for that. I'm especially impressed that you were smart enough to do it, and acted so quickly. You're more on the ball than many of the other girls here..."

#3: <Can I add one more please?>

#2: <Sure. Take over.>

" ... And most importantly, you were REALLY listening to Julia. Laila's just had a nasty shock, in large part because she was too self-centered and didn't bother listening to Julia carefully enough over the last few days. Ava's also having a tough time for the same reason, which is why Ava's not here now. If Julia ever says, 'I suggest' then all of you should strain your ears to catch every word, and then do it, because Julia will notice if you don't. So VERY well done for recognizing that, Savannah." This was FAR better recognition than Savannah had hoped for, so she stuck out her chest in pride. She was already sticking out her chest to show it off, so the result of this double-up was very enjoyable.

Several of the other girls started adjusting their clothing in ways clearly intended to be delightful.

#2: <Hey, #4. Shouldn't you go back on duty now?>

#4: <Bastard! You've got to be joking! Anyway my hour's up already, it's #1's turn.>

#1: <Does the hour expiring while no one was on duty count? I don't think so!>

#2: <Let's all watch for a while, then decide after the fun's over.>

Julia called out, "Stop! THIS isn't the place for that behavior. Half of you will remember what happened last time. Do you want to do that again in the middle of a restaurant?..."

#4: <Am I allowed to answer on their behalf?>

#1: <I DEEPLY regret that we just told all the girls to listen to Julia.>

" ... You'll get ample opportunity to do that at my place after lunch."

All the girls stopped improving their clothes. I could see that half of them - those that hadn't been to the Liaison Picking Meeting - didn't understand Julia's reference, but they knew to stop. The all-important momentum had been tragically lost. Happily a few of the already undone buttons were left that way, but - sadly - no one had had time to improve their look as much as Savannah had. Oh well. I consoled myself with the belief that next time we had a social outing like this, the girls would be a LOT better (i.e., less) dressed.

#4: <I like the sound of Julia's the "ample opportunity" comment. Some of these girls have got a lot of "ample" and I'd love the "opportunity" to see them.>

#1: <This has fizzled out now, so I might as well go on duty. It was just about my turn anyway.>

Julia said, "Well done, Savannah and the rest of you who started copying her. I know only half of you know what happened last time something like that started. I'll tell that story later, as it's very funny. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, Laila. I think I'll skip what I was going to say about her predicament. Let's wait until Tuesday night for that.

^-- "What I want to talk about now is Mark's Intellectual, Physical and Emotional aspects. I'll start with Intellectual, because that's mostly the cause of all that follows. You should know that last school year Mark was skipped from the 8th to the 9th grade. This year he's doing 10th and 11th grades at the same time, and a few college courses too." There was some surprise at that, so Julia added, "Yes. For those of you that didn't know, Mark has already started his Bachelor of Science in Mathematics at OSU. That's one of the reasons he has his driving license, so he can drive to college when he needs to." There were some more expressions of surprise, so Julia yet again added, "Haha. You don't know much about Mark, do you? Show them your license please, Mark."

I was already starting to reach for it, knowing how this goes. I pulled out my billfold (there's no room for an ordinary wallet in these pants), extracted my license and passed it to Julia, who announced, "I'll pass it around. Look at the issue date and Mark's birthday." She passed it to Robert, who smiled and passed it straight on.

A few seconds later a girl's surprise exclamation interrupted Julia restarting of her speech. Julia said, "I'd better explain now, or I'll get interrupted several times. Mark's age is fifteen and a half. His license's date of issue is over a year ago. Do any of you know anyone who got their license at fourteen and a half?" None of them did, not even me. I could see Donna looking puzzled, trying to work out what Julia was getting at. I believe Donna got it, then clamped her mouth shut. I let go the breath I'd been saving to use to distract her with the question I had prepared.

^-- "It's illegal to get a license younger than sixteen in Oregon. You can go online and check, as I have. There are no exemptions or special cases listed. But Mark has an entirely legal license. It was issued by a very pissed off big boss at the DMV, when someone several levels above him forced him to do it. I've told some of you before that Mark's going to be important. Well, he's ALREADY important enough to get the DMV forced into legally issuing him what should have been an illegal license." [My license went around the table, and arrived back several minutes later.]

^-- "I mentioned college. Mark is doing some college courses. A few of you have met my father. He's a professor at OSU, and is quite old and well spoken. He says OSU is 'wetting their pants' over Mark. That's not how my father normally talks!" (Actually it's one of the Williams family's favorite expressions.) "OSU is not charging Mark for any course fees, textbooks, etc. Mark doesn't have a scholarship. He doesn't need one, because OSU is so honored to have Mark study there that it has refused to charge him. Have any of you ever heard of anything like that?" None of them had.

^-- "OSU has given Mark a new computer. It turned out to not be powerful enough to keep up with the amount of work that he does on it, so they're upgrading it in the next few days. My brother Robert helped with that. Robert, how much do you think Mark's entire computer system will cost after it's upgraded?" I noticed the clever way Julia said "computer system" to disguise it just being two computers.

Robert thought for a second, then said, "Hardware and software combined, probably eleven or twelve thousand dollars."

"What!" That was from me. I'd been expecting FAR less. Quite a few of the girls had been surprised too.

Robert explained, "Yeah. There'll be about eight grand of hardware, and three or four of software. Virtually every software package that OSU could imagine you might find useful next year is going to be installed. That's valuing the software at OSU's educational prices, by the way. It would cost a few thousand more at retail. Dad mentioned to me this morning that your upgrade should arrive Tuesday afternoon. The Dean's arranged an OSU technician to bring all the new equipment and install it then, as that'll be the best for you. I'll be coming home to let him in and to make sure he does it right."

Julia said, "Thanks Robert. You heard him, girls. At retail OSU are giving Mark what sounds like $15,000 worth of computer stuff. You heard Robert mention the Dean too. The Dean is the number one boss at OSU. Like our Principal at school, only ENORMOUSLY more important, being in charge of tens of thousands of students and many hundreds of staff. Dad told the Dean last night that Mark wanted a better computer, and you heard Robert say that the Dean has it arranged already. On the WEEKEND! The Dean is the man in charge of all of OSU, and he's running around on the weekend to get things done for Mark. Does that begin to give you girls some idea of how important Mark is?"

They looked stunned. I had no difficulty imagining their thoughts: "$15,000 wasted on computer! Think of the clothes I could buy with that!"

Julia continued her lecture, "I imagine that most of you intend to go to college after you graduate high school." Julia has a belief that smart girls are better for me, so most of these girls are smart. I didn't object to her bias, as smart girls can have big tits too. Plus, to be honest, smart girls have the advantage of not doing stupid things so often, clothes shopping excepted. "Mark's doing courses toward a BS in Math, which is four years hard work. Right?"

#3: <Uh oh. She's heading to the "Finish it next year" thing. It's a bit hard to stop her politely though.>

#4: <Why bother? It doesn't matter whether we can do it in one year or not, or even at all. That's not going to become an issue until roughly a year from now.>

Such overwhelming logic, not to mention Julia being damned hard to stop, meant we sat there quietly while Julia watched a few girls nod, then she said, "At Mark's current rate of progress through his OSU courses, he's going to finish his ENTIRE four year degree BEFORE he graduates high school next year."

#3: <We started studying our two college courses Wednesday morning, and we missed this morning, so that makes four mornings of study, and Julia's extrapolated it all the way to the end of the degree.>

#4: <To be fair to Julia, so has Prof. It was him that started it.>

#3: <You're right, but I'm still not comfortable with it. We know we can finish the two courses we're doing now. With the new hardware that'll be easy. We should be able to do a third course this year, and possibly even a fourth provided we don't fuck around too much and they're no harder than the first two, but that extrapolation is going crash when we hit third and fourth year courses.>

#2: <Yeah, we know that. And it's relevant to getting these girls into our bed how?>

#3: <I'll shut up now.>

Quite a few of the girls were struggling to accept the latest piece of Mark advertising. It was hard for them, as they were probably still dreaming of all the clothes they could buy with $15,000. So Julia repeated herself, "At the end of the next school year Mark will have done from 8th grade to 12th, plus four years of college, which totals nine years of education, in just three years - last year, this year, and next. Nine years in three. Have any of you ever heard of any one even close to being as intelligent as Mark?" None of them had.

^-- "I imagine that smartest guy any of you have ever heard of, is Einstein. Right?" That they could agree with. Several nodded their heads.

^-- "My dad's a bit of a buff on Einstein, so I've picked up a few things about him. Einstein's long dead, did you know that?" Most of them seemed surprised, judging by their body language.

^-- "Yeah, I was surprised to learn that too. We hear Einstein's name so often, that we assume he's still alive. He died in 1955, 33 years before we were born. He's most famous for relativity. It's something to do with the speed of light and E equals MC squared, whatever that means. I don't understand why, but we all know that Einstein's work was very important. The relativity that he's famous for he published in 1905, exactly one hundred years ago. That's ANCIENT! I'm amazed that he's so famous all over the world a hundred years after he made his biggest discovery. The point I want to make is that Einstein is the most famous scientist the world has ever had, and Mark's IQ is almost THE SAME!"

#3: <Ahh, actually, our IQ score is considerably higher than Einstein's. Julia knows that, so why has she downplayed it?>

#2: <I know we're too smart to argue with Julia about it.>

Julia gave them a second to contemplate my intelligence, then she continued, "When you get a chance, go online and read up on Einstein's high-school and college years, and compare them to Mark's going from 8th grade through to finishing his bachelor's in three years. Mark is currently doing BETTER than Einstein. Look at Mark. You're looking at someone who could easily be more famous than Einstein. For many hundreds of years almost everyone on the planet might know who Mark Anderson is, and there could be hundreds of books written about him, and countless TV shows."

Julia waited, and the silence extended. The girls were gobsmacked (that's a highly technical term us world-famous geniuses use). There was a piece of pizza on a plate near Donna, and:

• I felt like a snack.

• The tension needed relieving.

• I felt like a snack. (Hey, it's PIZZA!)

I said, "Donna, can you pass me that piece of pizza please? I'm too smart to let delicious pizza go to waste." My asking for another slice reminded them of the many earlier jokes about my appetite, and it broke the tension well. As the chuckles broke out, Julia smiled at me proudly. So I got her praise AND a slice of pizza. Life is good!

Julia said, "Mark's injected some humor well, but remember what I said. You all knew that Mark's a genius, but none of you understood how much of a genius he is. You're sitting in a casual restaurant sharing pizza with someone who could be talked about all over the world for hundreds of years. Isn't that amazing?"

I was about to make a joke, but Carol got in first. "I don't think you're correct, Julia. You said we're 'sharing pizza with Mark'. I didn't notice Mark sharing any pizza. He eats every piece he can get his hands on." There was much undeserved laughter (well, okay, it WAS deserved).

Julia said, "You should never forget what you've just learned about Mark. Try to understand how important it makes him. And now I'm going to tell you to temporarily forget it, while I change the topic away from Mark's intellectual to his physical aspect. The most obvious physical thing about Mark, that you've drooled over, is how good Mark looks in the clothes he wears these days. How any guy could look like him and be modest about it escapes me, but Mark is far more comfortable wearing those shapeless bags he called clothes. I think all the girls at school owe me some mighty big thank yous for my providing them with such wonderful eye candy." Julia was interrupted by some mighty big thank yous, and several lower-toned comments too.

^-- "Laila, Lily, Pat and I are the only ones here who've seen Mark naked. In my opinion, Mark has the most awesome body that I've ever seen, and I'm including all the VERY hunky guys I've seen in glossy magazine ads, on billboards, in movies, and EVERYWHERE else. What do you think Laila, Lily and Pat?"

What they thought was embarrassing. Then it was graphic, detailed and even more embarrassing. They had no shame, but I sure did.

After far too long, Julia cut them off, "Haha. Okay, thanks. I think everyone's got the idea by now. By the way, after we finish here you're all invited back to my place. We'll just play some 8-ball, watch a movie, soak in the hot tub, relax and chat. Mark, Carol and I like the hot tub, so if you come to my place you'll see Mark, Carol and me when we're naked, although I'm sure you'll..."

Katelin was the first to react, "Mark will be NAKED?" A few of the other girls were interested in confirming that they'd heard that correctly too.

"Sure. We don't usually bother wearing anything when we use the hot tub. None of you have to get naked if you don't want to. Just do whatever you want. That's why it's called 'relaxing'."

#4: <I know we don't often follow Julia's logic, but I'm pretty sure I just heard her say that WE will be naked, but NONE of the other girls have to be. Surely that's the wrong way around? No amount of logical zigzagging is going to fix that fundamental flaw.>

#3: <Not only that, but I don't feel too comfortable with the idea of a couple dozen girls leering at us. I didn't like wearing these revealing clothes, but now they're starting to look good.>

#3: <I assume that we're going to do what we always do when Julia pulls this sort of stunt on us?>

#2, #4: <Yep.>

"When are we going back to your place Julia?" asked any one of the girls, the others listening avidly.

"When I've finished this discussion. Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned that I'd be naked. I had no idea that so many of you couldn't wait to see me naked."

Julia earned herself several chuckles, and an eager follow-up question from one of the girls, "Why can't we continue this discussion at your place? Around the hot tub."

Julia said, "Because some of you might not be free to come to my place. If only a few have to miss out, the rest can fill them in tomorrow, but I want most of you to hear what I'm saying. How many can come to my place for a couple of hours?"

Bedlam broke out. Broke back in, then broke out again, because it could make more noise that way. Most of the girls were immediately and joyously able to loudly inform Julia that they were absolutely able to come to her house, preferably right now, and could they have directions please. There were also several impassioned, "Can I get a lift? I REALLY need a lift. PLEASE!" A few of the other girls were saying things like, "Argh! I have to call Mom. I'll call her now. PLEASE don't go without me." All of these occurring at the same time.

Most of the girls were out of their seats, trying to get directions, giving directions, begging for rides, paying the bill, collecting money, etc. Bedlam in all directions. There's nothing quite like a couple of dozen overly excited schoolgirls for making bedlam. I got up to get ready to leave.

The Giant Vibrator Threesome approached me. Hannah started, "Baby and I have to go. Our friend is depending on us and we can't let her down. I think I'm too scared to stay around Julia anyway, after the way she ripped into Laila." Laila was looking decidedly unhappy. She had until Tuesday to pull out of her funk and attempt to save herself. Which gave her a LOT more time than Dakota got.

I rejected "Tough shit," as a possible answer, as the sister foursome would be damned hot! Instead I said, "Julia wasn't intense in the bowling alley. She is now because some thoughtless, self-centered girls didn't realize that I'm as important as Julia thinks I am. Regardless of whether you agree with Julia's opinion, you were inarguably ignoring both my and Julia's pleasure in pursuit of your own. You may live your own lives that way if you wish, but it goes directly against how we want our Liaisons to act. Our Liaisons are supposed to be acting FOR us, not USING us. You said Julia is scary. I'm surprised how GENTLE Julia was to Laila. I was with Dakota when Julia gave her the chop. Dakota didn't even get two seconds, let alone two days to think about it and come back with an email for a second chance. I was also with Ava when she screwed up, and again Julia was far more severe on Ava than she was with Laila. Julia didn't hand Laila's job over to Katelin on the spot not because of any reluctance, but because Julia must see sufficient merit in Laila to make it worth giving her a chance. If I was you, Laila, I'd rise to the occasion and do your best to provide Julia with what she wants."

Laila moaned, "But I don't know how! I know what we did wrong, and I agree with Julia that I was only thinking about my friends. I could EASILY write an email describing how wrong I was for doing that, but I can't think why I'd win Best Liaison of the Week."

"Don't ask me. Literally, as Julia told you not to. My advice is for you to decide whether or not you want to try. If you want to give up, go and tell Julia now that you resign, as that'd be the decent thing to do. If you DO want to try, then get started working out the answer. You could hang around to try to soak up more information, talk with the other Liaisons, and Julia specifically mentioned discussing it with Hannah. Julia must've had a reason for that. So I suggest you and Hannah get together to see if you can solve your problem. Or work out why Julia mentioned Hannah, as maybe there's a clue in that."

Hannah said, "Baby and I have to go help our friend, so I can't help Laila this afternoon."

I saw a good answer to that, so I shrugged, and said, "Your choice, your action, your consequences, your responsibility."

Hannah helpfully asked, "What do you mean?"

"I'll use you as my example, Hannah. It's your choice whether to help your friend or Laila. You can't do both, so you have to choose. Your choice leads to whatever action you take, obviously. Your action will have consequences. If you don't help your friend that will affect her, and your friendship with her. On the other hand, without your help Laila may not be able to produce a good email by Tuesday night and she'll lose her extra access to me. No one knows what the consequences will be, but you'll be partly responsible for them."

Hannah started repeating stuff about her obligation to her friend when I proximity sensed Julia walking up behind me and reaching for my left arm with her right hand.

I thought it might be interesting to do, so I moved my left arm out slightly to make it easier for Julia to grasp it, I moved my right hand across my front toward my left arm, and looked straight at Hannah while I said, "I'm just finishing, Julia." Julia's hands arrived on my arm, and my right hand folded over Julia's.

Hannah got my point, and also got that I wanted her to get it because I'd made a point of staring straight at her while I talked to Julia, which isn't a natural action. Hannah turned, obviously checking for mirrors or some other clue. There was no obvious explanation, so Hannah asked me, "How did you know Julia was coming up behind you?"

"Ask some other giant vibrator. I don't have the time or inclination to explain." Hannah didn't like that, so I did. I turned to Julia, "Sorry about that. Judging by everyone's getting up and walking out, I guess we're leaving?"

"Yes, we're ready to go. Only Chloe can't come to my place because her parents insist she comes home from here. She's not very happy with her parents. One of the others offered to send her some photographs of you, but I suggested that might not be acceptable to you."

If the natural order of the Universe had been adhered to, by which I mean the girls rather than me would be getting naked at Julia's, then the loss of Chloe would be a disaster of epic proportions, because that's how big her tits are. They should be officially made the Eighth and Ninth Natural Wonders of the World. Because Julia is a girl and therefore thinks weirdly, Chloe's departure just meant one less girl to perv at me, so I rather than weeping with anguish I just said, "You know me well. Let's go."

Laila beseeched, "What about us?"

Julia answered, "I invited everyone to my home, and you're part of everyone. You know where I live, and it's your choice whether you come or not."

We took another step, then Hannah blurted out a question, "Are you really as smart as Einstein?"

Julia started answering, but I wanted to so I patted her hand, saying, "Let me." Turning to Hannah I said, "Whether I will achieve more or less than Einstein is an unknowable future. I'm only fifteen so almost anything could happen. I will say that my last IQ test at school produced a score that compares well with Einstein's. Also, thank you for asking me whether my girlfriend is a liar. The three of you need to decide which way you're going to jump, before you push even more of your feet into your mouths. When you decide which way, try to jump as far as possible. Little jumps aren't going to cut it. See you later, or not, as you choose."

As I was turning to leave, I could proximity sense Hannah intending to grab my arm, but she quickly canceled her own intention. Moments later replacing it with walking after us, and then I was out of range. She never walked after us though. The poor girl was confused about what to do, which amused me.

When we were sufficient out of earshot from them, I said to Julia, "They're confused. They started off saying they were scared of you, but I think they're mostly just confused. I told them..."

Julia interrupted me, "No need to tell me. I heard enough to understand your attitude to them, which I'm VERY proud of you for. Very well done!"

"I can't have been that clever, because I couldn't make up my mind about what to do. I was fairly angry with them, but you treated them so much gentler than you did Dakota, so I didn't know what the best thing to do was."

Julia said, "You showed them that you didn't care about them, which was perfect. Pretty girls aren't used to being treated like that. They didn't think about your pleasure in their foursome because they're too used to assuming guys will do whatever they want. Now the table's turned and they're confused, which is wonderful."

"Confused is wonderful?"

Julia confirmed. "Oh yes. Confusion is the best possible thing for nearly all of your girls. When any of them are sufficiently confused, then Dear Aunt Julia will help them by explaining what they need to do - said the spider to the fly, haha. With the exception of Lily, who I don't understand, none of the others have got the right attitude, and will never get it until their world view is shaken up and rearranged to have you in the center, rather than them. Lots of confusion helps, as does fear, hope, greed and lust. Changing the subject, you need to work on your mixed metaphors."

"Huh? I do?"

"You told Laila and co. that they'd put their feet in their mouths, then you told them to jump. You should've said "hop". No wonder they're confused about what to do, haha."

#3: <She chooses to be logical NOW!>

We got outside and joined the big group of girls waiting for us. Carol attached herself to me, and we headed back to where our cars and bikes were. Chloe came near and said, "Mom says I HAVE to come home. We've got relatives coming and they want me there. I can see my stupid relatives any time, and it's not fair that I can't come with you. I'm the only one with parents that mean."

Julia cut in before Chloe could get her tantrum into top gear, "I'll make sure that I invite you to the next event, Chloe. Some of the others might not be invited, but you will be. Okay?"

I was relieved to hear that, because of the Natural Wonders. Big-titted girls have recently had a zero survival rate in their encounters with Julia, so this was a piece of good news. Chloe is quiet too, adding another good attribute, making three in total so far. Actually more like five, because her tits are twice the size of anyone else's.