Maybe Baby Lite (10 page)

“
I agree,
Laurie.”

“
Pinky promise?” she asks,
offering her pinky up.

“
Pinky promise,” I reply,
linking my right pinky with hers.

Mona put a $20 bill in the
envelope with the faux birthday card for Vanessa. Laurie has
already told me that this will be our spending money. We're wearing
mini jean skirts and halter-tops.

Mona drops us off at the
Video Palace, telling us she will be back at 11 p.m. sharp to pick
us up. Once inside, the music is blasting. A taller, blond girl
approaches us almost immediately--Vanessa. She has more make-up on
than even Laurie. I guess her to be sixteen years of age at least.
They click immediately, giggling at what they pulled off. Laurie
introduces me to Vanessa, and then quickly asks if the guys are
here yet.

“
They’re out in the car
waiting for us,” Vanessa answers, smiling mischievously.

“
Cool,” Laurie says,
turning to me. “C’mon Ty, we be partying!”

“
You mean we aren’t
staying here?” I ask.

“
No way,” Laurie replies.
“You heard Vanessa; the guys are out back in the car waiting for
us."

“
But who is old enough to
drive?” I ask.

“
Vanessa's boyfriend,
Justin,” she responds.

“
Oh Laurie, I don’t know.
I don’t think this is a good idea. Your mom might find out. She’ll
tell my mom. We’d both be in a lot of trouble.”

Laurie looks at me as if
I've grown two heads.

“
What are you worried
about?” she demands, incredulous that I'm not gung-ho on the whole
idea.

“
Do you really think
either of our moms gives a damn about where we are or what we're
doing?”

“
Why wouldn’t they?” I
ask.

Immediately her whole
demeanor shifts. I feel like I'm from another planet by the way
Laurie is staring at me. She lashes out. “What exactly do you think
DATE night is?”

“
Look,” I hiss,
embarrassed because it's obvious that Vanessa can hear everything
we say. “I know that both of our moms have their dates over. I
don’t think about the sex part. That's their business.”

“
You're really clueless
aren’t you, Tylar?” she asks without venom in her voice this time.
It was if she suddenly feels sorry for me. I’m not sure which is
worse. “Here’s the deal,” she continues, “What we have waiting for
us in a car are several really, really hot guys, including Kyle.
Vanessa’s guy, Justin, is driving. They are willing to take us to a
house where we can get a buzz going, and then you know, whatever
happens, happens. Are you in?"

“
I don’t think so,
Laurie,” I answer firmly.

“
Well, now what?” she
asks, throwing her arms up, totally exasperated with my ignorance
and my unwillingness to follow.

“
Hey, not to worry,” I
respond lightly. "My house is four blocks from here. I'll go on
home. Just tell your mom I didn’t feel well and left Vanessa’s
party early and went home when she picks you up
tonight.”

“
But it’s your mom’s DATE
night,” she whines, emphatically. “My mom will bust my ass if she
finds out.”

“
That’s too bad,” I reply.
“I just know that my mom wouldn't appreciate my going with you and
this group and getting involved in that kind of stuff.”

“
Oh really?” she snickers,
not attempting to hide her amusement. “Let me know how that works
out for you, Tylar,” she snaps. She turns on her heel and walks out
with Vanessa. I can’t believe that Laurie just put me in this
position. What's happened to her?

Once I reach our house, I
unlock the front door and quietly let myself in. It's only 8:30 in
the evening; not even dark yet. I notice the dining room is dark. I
can see that the dinner dishes are still on the table, left exactly
as they were when Mom and her boyfriend finished dinner. I step
into the kitchen and switch the lights on. An empty bottle of wine
is on the counter. It looks like Mom cooked her infamous roasted
veal with baby red potatoes and spinach salad. All the candles are
snuffed out.

I go ahead and fill the
kitchen sink with soapy water. I can kill some time downstairs by
doing the dishes. Hopefully it will also serve to soften the blow
when Mom finds out I came home.

By the time I finish it's
shortly after 9 p.m. I decide to watch some television in the den
off of the
kitchen. I turn on the
television and catch the end of a movie. By 10 p.m. I really need
to pee and go to bed. There's no getting around it. Hopefully, mom
and her boyfriend are now asleep. I haven’t heard them upstairs. I
make my way quietly up the thickly carpeted stairs.

I go into my room, careful
to be quiet, discarding my jean skirt and halter-top, putting on my
favorite silk plum shorts and matching camisole pajama set. I
really need to wash all of the make-up off of my face so that Mom
doesn’t see it in the morning, but my first priority is to pee. I
pad quietly down the hall, past the closed door to my mom’s room.
All quiet so far.

I go into the bathroom,
softly closing the door behind me and switching on the light.
Deciding that it's just too gross not to flush the toilet even
though it might wake Mom I do it. I go over to the sink and wash my
hands. As I'm lathering up with soap to scrub my face, the bathroom
door opens abruptly. It's Mom, dressed only in a red corset and
panties. She slips into the bathroom, closing the door behind her
softly. She is livid.

“
What the hell are you
doing home?” she whispers loudly. “Why aren’t you with
Laurie?”

“
I’m sorry,” I stammer. “I
just didn’t feel well and I left the Video Palace to walk
home.”

“
Does Mona know you did
this?”

“
Yeah,” I lie, “she wanted
to drive me but I told her I needed the air.” I can tell that Mom
doesn’t believe me. She glares at me.

“
Look,” I say, “I’m sorry.
I can fill you in on it tomorrow. I'm just getting ready to go to
bed.”

“
Forget all of that, just
get down to your room now and get to bed,” she hisses.

I’m not about to argue
with her. She's definitely pissed. As I pass her open bedroom door
I hear a man’s voice call out.

“
Maggie, what the hell's
going on out there?”

“
Nothing sugar,” she
croons, “just my sissy coming home earlier than
expected.”

“
Well get your tight
little ass back to bed,” he orders. “Or have Sissy come in and join
us."

A look of pure hatred
crosses my mom’s face in that moment. I scurry down the hallway,
shutting my door and climbing swiftly beneath my covers. Within a
few minutes, I can hear Mom’s bed squeaking in the familiar rhythm,
followed by her moans, and skin slapping skin. I drift to sleep
much later, having blocked out the noises from the next room by
putting my stereo headset on.

I’m not sure how much
later it is when I abruptly awaken to the presence of someone else
in my room. My first thought is that Mom is ready to lay into me
because her date had gotten angry and left. I realize that's not
the case when I feel someone kneel down on the bed beside me and
breathe whiskey-laden breath into my face. It’s Mom’s boyfriend. I
don’t even know his name. He’s new.

My eyes widen in horror. I
try to scream. He anticipates my reaction clamping a meaty hand
across my mouth tightly.

“
Now, now, little sister,”
he says thickly. His breath smells like something rotting in a
trashcan. “No need for you to start making a fuss, you hear? I just
want to spend a little time with you now.” I struggle against him
with all of my strength. He does not move his hand from across my
mouth. He's strong, pinning my upper body down with his forearm and
elbow. His free hand lifts the sheet that's covering my lower
extremities, leaving my bare legs up to my silk plum shorts exposed
to his lecherous gaze. In the dark, I can only see that he has a
thin face. His hair is light, maybe blond or reddish blond. It
looks stringy. The rest of his features are indistinguishable with
no light in the room with the exception of moonlight sifting
through the blinds.

"Oooh, that’s nice.” He
pulls my silk shorts down viewing my private area. “I see little
sissy has some hair on her pussy.”

I feel like I'm going to
suffocate. I squirm and thrash my best while trying to bite his
hand.

“
Oh shit! You little
bitch,” he snarls as I manage to draw blood from his hand with my
teeth. I pull my legs up far enough to slam into his chest as he is
leaning over me. His fist slams into my face full force. I see
stars. My body falls back. I'm disoriented; I can’t move. I'm on
the cusp of unconsciousness.

I feel his fingers reach
into my into my silk shorts ripping them off of me with one swift
motion. I'm paralyzed in fear. I pray to pass out. His rough
fingers move to my private area savagely pressing his fingers
within the folds, pinching the center so that I jump as if an
electrical volt has shocked me.

"That's a clit; yours
seems to be working just fine. Your big sister likes it when I lick
her clit. Do you want to see how that feels?”

I'm frozen with fear;
unable to move. Where the hell is my mom? I close my eyes, deciding
to play possum. I feel warm, moist lips on my private area; his
tongue slithers in and out of my crack, twirling and circling the
area. He puts one of his fingers up inside of me; it hurts. He is
running it in and out, in and out. His fingernail scratches me. I
whimper in pain. He mistakes it for pleasure.

“
I see you like it when I
finger fuck you, little sissy,” he laughs. “This makes your big
sister hoot and holler. I’m guessing you ain’t had this done
before.”

I'm sick and nauseated. I
can only guess what horrible thing he is planning next. It’s not
long before I figure it out. He takes one of my hands and wraps it
around his erection.

“
Squeeze this gently,” he
instructs. “This is what a cock feels like, little sissy. Your big
sister likes the feel of this cock in her pussy. How about you? I’m
betting you’re a bit tighter than your sister,” he mocks. I nearly
vomit all over him, I'm sick with fright. From somewhere in the
depths of my being, I find the strength and power to draw my knee
up with all of the force I can muster and plant it firmly into his
crotch and abdomen.

“
Holy fucking
son-of-a-bitch!” he screams, rolling out of my bed, onto the floor
of my room. I find my voice and scream bloody murder.

“
Mom! Mom!” I scream
hysterically, “Help me!”

Mom rushes in, screeching
at him.

“
You fucking
son-of-a-bitch! What'd you do to my girl?” The man on the floor
isn't capable of speaking coherently, still writhing in pain. I
think I hear him vomit.

“
She's not part of our
deal, you mother-fucker! This is going to cost you an extra
hundred.”

I sprang up in my bed,
beads of sweat covering my forehead. My heart raced in my chest; I
heaved for air; scrambling to get my bearings. I realized I was no
longer the 13-year-old and this wasn't my old room at home. I was
safe from all of that. I was in my room at my cottage. The familiar
hum of my window air conditioner was soothing. This was the first
horrible dream I'd had since the hospital. I wanted to be done with
them. This nightmare had left me more anxious than the other. It
was different. I wasn't the observer in this one; I was a full
participant. It was more like a re-living of a situation I didn't
remember.

I climbed from my bed and
went into the kitchenette. The clock on the microwave read 5:48
a.m. No point going back to bed. I made myself a light breakfast
and set about getting dressed for the day. I located my empty
laundry bag and dumped the contents of my dirty clothes basket into
it, cinching it closed. I needed to leave a note for Ray who would
be stopping by early, according to Trey.

Hi Ray!

Trey phoned me last night
and generally filled me in as to my revised duties starting next
week. He asked that for today I sit tight since my new assignment
doesn’t start until next Monday. I’ll get with you sometime over
the weekend and you can fill me in on the details. Heading over to
the Belle to do laundry before the machines are all taken. After
that, I’ll just hang out and try to stay out of everyone’s
way.

Talk to you
later!

Tylar

This would put his mind to
rest, at least for now. I taped it on the front door and gathered
up my purse, phone, laundry bag, and the last of the carrots for
Derringer.

I walked quietly down the
path to the stables, relieved to see that no one had yet reported
in for work. I couldn’t pass the barn without visiting Derringer. I
walked over to his stall and rubbed my hand gently up and down his
beautiful black muzzle.

“
Here you go, handsome,” I
crooned, offering him the carrots; he ate them from my palm
happily. I continued rubbing his neck until he finished. He nuzzled
my hand for more.

“
Sorry, handsome,” I said.
“I don’t have any more carrots but how about if I come back tonight
for another visit? Would you like that, huh?” His massive black
head bobbed up and down as if confirming our date. I left the barn
and made my way to the laundry room, which was next door to the
banquet hall over at the Belle. Staff was allowed to use the
washers and dryers for free. I separated my colors and delicates. I
got the washers loaded; I'd about an hour before the wash cycles
were completed. I was curious to see the stables at the Belle so I
headed that way.