Chapter 10: Mishy

Wednesday, December 20th Evening
Dave stepped out of his apartment building and found his girl of the day leaning against a Prius, parked behind his car. She met him at the stairs to the building. She just stopped and waited.

"I know you, don't I?"

"Yeah, I used to spend quite a bit of time over at your house with Em."

"Michelle, right?"

"Yeah. But it's Mishy now. Nobody calls me Michelle anymore, except my parents. You call me that, it'll really put me out of the mood."

Dave nodded, turned and waved for her to follow him into the building.

"You've changed quite a bit since I saw you last."

"Yeah, I guess. My appearance just doesn't seem important since I realized we were all doomed."

"Doomed? Why are we doomed?"

"Oh, please! This war for oil, polluting the environment, the destruction of the ozone layer, the mass extinctions of dozens, maybe hundreds, of species, the melting of the polar ice caps. Do you really think that at least one of them won't kill us all?"

Dave stopped in front of his apartment door and looked at the girl before him. Dave couldn't wrap his head around why Emily would send him Mishy after his experience with DeeDee. Just from looking at her, it was obvious Mishy was depressed, and now, he was finding out she was depressing to hang around with, too, with her doom and gloom attitude. He had expected Rosario Dawson and ended up with Rosie O'Donnell.

Mishy was dressed in all black: black denim jeans, a black man's dress shirt, and a black leather jacket. She had a studded black leather dog collar around her neck and at least six piercings in each ear.

Mishy's Asian features were still apparent but the dark skin of her face was covered by white make up. Dave remembered her with beautiful, long, shiny black hair when she was younger. It was now all cut off except for the top of her head. The sides and back of her head had been shaved. Even her eyebrows were shaved and new ones were drawn on with black ink.

Dave kept coming back to the same question: Why did Emily send this girl to me?

Dave opened the door, dreading what was about to happen. For the first time Dave wondered if maybe he shouldn't use the SLuT on this girl. Dave stepped aside and allowed Mishy to enter the apartment first.

She went in, stopped in the living room, and looked around as if checking things out for weapons or drugs. Dave came in behind her and closed the door. Once the door was closed, Mishy turned to him and slipped the black leather jacket off.

"May I hang this up?" she asked, holding the coat up.

"I'll take it." Dave took the coat, went to the coat closet behind the door, and hung up her coat along with his own.

When Dave turned around his eyes grew wide. Mishy was still standing right where she had been but she was now unbuttoning the black shirt she was wearing. Already it was obvious to Dave that she wore nothing beneath.

"Where do you wanna do this?" Mishy asked calmly.

"Uh, Mishy, could we sit down and talk for a few minutes?"

Mishy shrugged. "If that's what you want."

They both moved to the couch. Mishy wasn't done with surprises yet though. As she moved to the couch, she finished unbuttoning the shirt and slipped it off. The complexion of her chest and abdomen made the white of her face stand out even more.

Mishy was a beautiful, petite young woman with almost girlish features. She had small rounded shoulders, her tits were no larger than when she had been twelve as far as Dave could tell. The small size of her breasts were emphasized even more by the two silver hoops that hung from her pierced nipples. She had small narrow hips and skinny little legs.

As soon as she sat down, Mishy pulled up the leg of her black jeans to show calf-high black boots with four inch heels, which she began to unlace as Dave talked to her.

"Mishy, why are you here?" Dave asked.

It was the burning question. She just didn't seem the type to throw herself at a man. She didn't seem the type who would volunteer to have sex with a man she barely knew and who was old enough to be her father.

Without looking up from the strings of her boots Mishy said, "I don't want to die a virgin."

This took a second to sink into Dave's brain. "You've never had sex before?"

Mishy laughed and looked up at him. "If you were a boy, would you take me on a date?"

Dave had to agree with her on that one. He imagined she scared off most of the boys either with her dress or with her doom and gloom perspective on the world and humanity.

"Couldn't you change yourself somehow to..."

Mishy stopped untying her boots, sat up, and looked at Dave hard.

"Mr. Bernard, if you don't wanna have sex with me, that's fine with me. Just say so. I won't hold it against you. Em is one of the few friends who has stood by me through everything. She was there when my father told me I was a disappointment, not because of anything I had done, but simply because I was a girl. Em was there when my mother stopped talking to me. When I started dressing all in black, Em was one of the few kids at school who didn't tease me and tried to stop others from teasing me. When she called and said she had a way for me to lose my virginity and that it was with someone I knew and liked, I said I'd do it. I didn't think I'd get into your apartment before you tried to talk your way out of it. I had a little ray of hope when I got this far. Guess I should have known better."

Mishy turned back to her boots and began retying them.

"Hold on, Mishy. You're reading a lot into one simple question," Dave told her, mad that she was putting words in his mouth.

Mishy sat up and stared at him again. "Are we going to have sex? That's why I'm here, Mr. Bernard. I don't need a shrink. I've got one. I don't need to talk. I've got friends like Em to talk to. I want someone to make love to me! To fuck me! Are you gonna do it or not?"

Dave could see the tears building up in her eyes. He wondered if her white face paint would come off with the tears. Dave sat and stared into the young girls eyes for a long moment as he made his decision.

"Yeah, Mishy, I'll fuck ya."

A single tear dropped from her eye and rolled down her cheek. "Thank you." She once again turned her attention to her boots.

Dave stood up. "I need to go to the bathroom. You wanna drink or something?"

Mishy shrugged. "Whatever you got."

"I'll be back in a minute." Dave turned and headed down the hall. He passed by the closed door that hid Olivia and went into the master bedroom. He went into his closet and pulled out the medicine bottle that he had taken from Olivia's purse the day before that held the SluT10.

"Looks like I might be able to put you to some good use after all," he said looking down at the bottle. He slipped it into his pocket, went into the master bathroom, flushed the toilet and washed his hands. He then went back down the hall. Before going into the kitchen, he peeked into the living room and saw Mishy sitting back on the couch. Her boots were now off as were her black jeans. She was naked except for a pale green bikini.

Dave went into the kitchen and pulled out a can of Coke. He got two small glasses, put some ice in both, then poured about half a can in one glass and the other half in the second glass. He then quickly opened the bottle of SLuT10 and dripped two drops into one of the glasses. He resealed the bottle and placed it on top of the refrigerator, way in the back where most people couldn't see it, much less reach it.

He picked up the glasses, noting the one with the SLuT10 in it was in his right hand and carried them out to the living room. He handed Mishy the glass in his right hand and moved back to his seat on the other end of the couch.

"Thank you," Mishy said and chugged almost the entire glass in one drink.

Dave laughed. "Are you nervous or thirsty?"

Mishy looked over at him, looked back to the now empty glass and then smiled. "Both. Being nervous makes me thirsty."

"Why don't you slide down here. Sit next to me." Dave patted the couch beside him. Then picked up the remote and turned on the TV. "Let's just relax for a few minutes."

Mishy seemed to approve of this idea. She set her empty glass on the coffee table, stood up and sat back down right beside David. He wrapped an arm around her bare shoulders and pulled her close. She laid her head on his chest and Dave kicked off his shoes and put his feet up on the coffee table and got comfortable.

"So why'd your mother stop talking to you?" Dave asked, waiting for the drug to kick in.

"I dyed my hair blond without my mother's permission. When she found out and asked me why, I told her I wanted to be white, blond and beautiful. That I wanted to be a cheerleader, not a math whiz or a cello player. I told her I hated the Cello and I would never play it again. She didn't approve. I refused to give in and she refused to let me be who I wanted to be. Now we're polite to each other."

"What about your father?"

"My father has never thought too much of me. When I was twelve or thirteen, I asked him why he never loved me like he did my brothers. He told me he had never wanted a girl. He wanted boys. He was very disappointed when I was born. He said it was my mother's job to take care of me and teach me to be a woman. His job was to teach my brothers how to be good men. I don't think my father and I have said more than a dozen words to each other since that day."

"How old were you when you dyed your hair blond?"

"It was a few months before you and Em's mother broke up. I remember that because when Em told me that you'd moved out, the tips of my hair were still blond. Ummm!"

"You okay, Mishy?" Dave asked.

He pulled his arm out from around her shoulders and sat up. Like SLuT9, the SLuT10 made her eyes go flat and her face take on this look of contentment.

"I'm fine," Mishy said with a strange smile on her face. "I feel so relaxed."

"Mishy, I'm going to ask you some more questions and I want you to answer them as honestly and completely as you can. Understand?"

"Um hmm."

"Mishy, why do you dress the way you do?" Dave asked again.

"To upset my family."

"Why do you want to upset your family?"

"My parents are old fashioned and my father doesn't love me. My mother thinks a wife's place is at her husband's side, right or wrong. My father does everything for my brothers even if it means I lose out. He doesn't care and my mother won't stand up for me. One day I got sick of it. I decided if they were going to do what they want, I was going to do what I wanted. So I dyed my hair blond. Mom hated it but it got me what I wanted."

"Which was?"

"To be left alone. To be who I wanted to be. They threatened to kick me out but it would have looked bad for them as well as me. They wouldn't do that. Now, I do what I want and they do what they want."

"Must make for a rather lonely and tense home life?"

"Not really. They ignore me and I ignore them. My older brothers tell me I'm an embarrassment to the family and won't talk to me or be seen with me. Same with my father. My mother goes out in public with me only when she has to. I'm allowed to come and go as I see fit. They wouldn't care if I never came home again."

"Why are you here today?"

"Because I don't wanna die a virgin."

"You probably won't die for a very long time, Mishy. What makes you think you'd die a virgin?"

"Cuz I'm gonna kill myself."

"When?"

Mishy shrugged. "I don't have a date set yet. I'll know when it's time."

"How?" Dave asked.

"Cuz I'll have accomplished all the things on my list of things to do before I die."

"What's on the list?"

"Have sex, graduate high school with a four point oh GPA, better than either of my brothers did. Have a baby. Make a good home made apple pie. Play Cello at Radio City Music Hall."

"I thought you hated playing the Cello?"

"I just told my Mom that to upset her. They forced me to take Cello lessons and they were so proud that I was getting good at it. They have no idea how good I am. My parents don't know it, but I'm still in the orchestra at school. I'm first seat. I'm composing music. I'm going to direct the orchestra at our next show. My teacher says I have real talent."

"Why would you kill yourself, Mishy? You seem to have a lot of dreams."

"No. All my dreams died. These are just things I wanna do before I die."

"That's all a dream really is, Mishy. Something you really want to do. What about having a family?"

"I'd like to have a baby but there's no way I'm getting married."

"Why not?"

"Because. Look how my father treats my mother and I. I'm not going to let any boy do that to me. Ever!"

"There are boys who won't do that."

"No. I know there are nice guys out there, like you. But I'm pretty sure they'd all turn asshole on me the day I married them. Mom says, once a woman marries, she becomes her husband's property. Nope. I won't marry. I'll just find a lover and have a baby."

"Won't your lover want to be with his child?"

Mishy laughed. "My lover will be a woman. The child will be from some anonymous donor at a sperm bank."

"Have you been with a woman, Mishy?"

"No. I'm waiting for the perfect person."

"Who's that, Mishy? Who's the perfect person? Do you know?"

"Oh, yeah. I know. It's my best friend, Emily."

Dave was taken aback at this announcement. "Mishy, are you gay?"

"I prefer girls. So yeah, I guess that makes me gay."

"If you're gay, why are you here?"

"So I don't die a virgin. A woman can't fuck me. Not really, anyway. I think I should know what it's like, at least once. Don't you?"

"That's your decision, Mishy. Not mine."

"I know what I want," Mishy said, sounding a lot more confident that she really appeared to be. "I want to know what it's like to have sex with a guy. I think everyone should try it, at least once. But I think I'd rather live, long term anyway, with a woman. Someone like Em."

"Why Emily?"

"She's sweet and kind and beautiful. I guess you know that though, don't you?"

"What do you mean?" Dave asked, a little suspicious.

"You being her father and all."

Dave nodded, relieved.

"Are you going to fuck me?"

"Do you really want me to?"

"Oh yes. Very much. I used to have a crush on you. From what Em tells me, a lot of girls did."

"Yeah. She told me the same thing."

Before Dave could say anything else, Mishy sat up, pressed her body into his, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hotly on the mouth. When Dave's tongue touched her lips, Mishy eagerly opener her mouth for him. Dave wrapped one arm around her back, slid the other arm beneath her knee and easily lifted the small teen into his lap.

Mishy put up no resistance as Dave stood up, Mishy in his arms and her mouth still glued to his. Dave turned and headed for his bedroom. Once in the bedroom Dave pushed Mishy away and then dropped her on the bed. Mishy laughed as she bounced on the big bed.